A/N: The second part! Here it is!! REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Please.
The three people, two boys and one girl, stood looking around as if they had never seen the Great Hall before. "Which they probably hadn't," Lily thought. "I don't recognize them." But in a way she had. Almost as if they were in a dream of hers or something...
Sirius spoke up first.
"Hello," he said, grinning. "I'm Sirius Black, and since I don't recognize you, you must be new. This is James, Lily, Katie, Lydia, Remus, and Peter."
The formal courtesies were said, and the black-haired boy began to talk. He started when Sirius began talking, but then quickly recovered himself.
"My name is Harry P-" the brown haired girl made a quick, warning noise in her throat, and the boy, stopped, and then continued almost as if he were an actor, and changed a mistake to fit a line. "Harry Percival Evans. This is Hermione Granger, and this is Ron Weasley."
"Oh, how funny!" Said Lily brightly, to try and put the boy at ease. "My name is Evans too!"
If anything, the boy had gone a shade whiter.
~**~
"Oh, how funny! My name is Evans too!"
Why oh why did he have to be such a bloody idiot? Harry wondered to himself. First, I almost use the name Potter, if Hermione hadn't stopped me then I would have. Now, I'm soooooo clever, I just use the first name that pops into my mind, and it's Evans. Of course. My Mum's maiden name. Since my Mum is alive and well in front of me and NOT married yet this should be just ducky. What am I thinking? Now I'll just have to pretend to be an Evans. Great Potter. Just great.
~**~
"Harry, could you come with us for a second?" The red-haired boy asked. They pulled Harry over to them and began to mutter quietly while James and Sirius attempted to "accidentally overhear." It didn't matter; the group was so close to them that they could overhear snatches of the conversation anyway. The brown haired girl was saying something like, "can't change the past...no, Harry, you can't!" The red-haired boy was agreeing with her, but looking at Remus in particular, stating, "Whoa, the professor looks really young!" "Duh," said Harry, "He's our age, remember?" Then back to, "Hermione please...never knew them..." The girl, Hermione, seemed to win out because Harry sighed and said, "All right, I guess so," and they came back from to our group.
"The school we are from..." started the red-haired boy.
"Is Beaubatons," finished Hermione. Lily couldn't quite remember, but she didn't think that Hermione had a French accent. Maybe she just didn't hear her correctly at first, because now Hermione had a rather thick accent.
"We are here because we wish to see more of the world before we graduate, so we transferred. Professor-ah, what is it? Dumbly-dore has set up special quarters for us, and so, we must be on our way. We shall see you in the morning, then? Ah, good. Goodnight."
The red haired boy-Ron-sputtered and looked like he was going to choke. Sirius, in his spiked punch stage pounded him pleasantly on the back, and Katie, to try and clear Sirius's head before he killed Ron, smacked Sirius over the head, which seemed to clear his head a little.
James was still looking a trifle confused, so Harry elaborated slightly.
"The reason why Ron and I sound British is because we are. We were transferred to Beaubatons when we were ten from Britain, and now, well, it's good to be back. Hermione's our friend, and she's all...er...French. Good night."
James shook his head, and headed for the punch table.
~**~
"What are we going to do, what are we going to do?" Asked Hermione, looking around desperately.
"Er...what do you mean?"
"What I mean, RON, is that we have suddenly vanished from a New Years Eve ball, and returned to Hogwarts 17 YEARS BEFORE! And to make matters worse, I can't even go to the library because Harry's invisibility cloak is in the possession of HIS FATHER! Who, I remind you, happens to be alive and well, and OUR OWN AGE. Got that?!"
"Er, yeah, but I have a question..."
"Ron if you ask me what we are doing here I can't tell you. Even though you think I know everything, I DON'T! I have no idea what we're doing here, how we got here, NOTHING! I can't deal with this!"
"No, I was wondering where did you get that accent?"
"Oh, that." Hermione seemed relieved to tell Ron something she did know. "I made fun of Fleur DelaQuoa so often that I got rather good at it." (A/n: I have no idea how to spell Fleur's last name. My uncle has abducted my 4th book! AHH!)
"Ok, whatever, lets go the kitchens, we can sleep there. The houselves will let us do whatever we want."
"You know Ron, that was the only intelligent thing you've said all night."
"Shut up Hermione."
Harry walked along without saying a word.
~**~
Sirius was hungry. Very hungry. Oh, he normally was hungry all the time, but this time, because he didn't have the good sense to eat something before he drank the spiked punch, he didn't get anything for dinner because he was running around making a fool of himself. Which, as Katie would have pointed out, would have happened anyway, punch or no punch. So Sirius decided a trip to the kitchens would be in order. After all, they had James' invisibility cloak, and they had tied up Mrs. Norris, so they were relitivly safe. So he woke up James, Peter and Remus and they all, under the cover of the cloak they headed off to the kitchens. They met Katie, Lily, and Lydia by the door, which seemed to be listening to a shouting match by the door.
"What are you doing here?" Demanded Sirius. "This is our private feeding trough."
Lily motioned him to be quiet and to listen. It sounded as if that Harry and a girl were having an argument over something. The girl sounded like that Hermione person, only very British...
"Listen, Harry, I know it's your Mum and Dad, I know it's Lily and James Potter, but don't you realize that you would be changing the past, if you told them? What would happen if you-know-who..."
"No, Hermione, you don't understand. Do you realize what life's been like for me? Living with the DURSLEYS? Being regarded as a freak and a monster just because I'm a wizard? Besides, I never knew my mum and dad, I want to. If I tell them, Sirius won't be on the run, won't be trapped in a living hell for thirteen years. The Professor will have friends, won't think that everyone died because of him. I'll be normal..."
"But Harry, lots of people would've died if your parents didn't. And who knows? If maybe James and Lily hadn't been betrayed by a close friend, and chose Dumbledore instead of who he did, maybe they would have died anyway, if they didn't even go into hiding at all. Maybe..."
"Maybe I would have had a happy childhood, Hermione." Said Harry quietly, and then his voice began to mount, "Maybe I wouldn't be an orphan. Maybe I wouldn't have been a punching bag for my cousin for ten years. Maybe I WOULD'VE FIGURED OUT WHAT IT WAS TO BE LOVED BEFORE I WENT TO HOGWARTS!!!!"
"And maybe," said Ron, "Your Mum and Dad are right behind that door."
The door to the kitchen swung slowly open, and there sat crouched Sirius, Katie, Lydia, Peter, Remus, and, in the very center, was Lily and James.
A/N: BWAHAHAHAHA! I'm done with this section! Cliffhanger, yes! The last part will be up soon.
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Mungdugus Fletcher.
The three people, two boys and one girl, stood looking around as if they had never seen the Great Hall before. "Which they probably hadn't," Lily thought. "I don't recognize them." But in a way she had. Almost as if they were in a dream of hers or something...
Sirius spoke up first.
"Hello," he said, grinning. "I'm Sirius Black, and since I don't recognize you, you must be new. This is James, Lily, Katie, Lydia, Remus, and Peter."
The formal courtesies were said, and the black-haired boy began to talk. He started when Sirius began talking, but then quickly recovered himself.
"My name is Harry P-" the brown haired girl made a quick, warning noise in her throat, and the boy, stopped, and then continued almost as if he were an actor, and changed a mistake to fit a line. "Harry Percival Evans. This is Hermione Granger, and this is Ron Weasley."
"Oh, how funny!" Said Lily brightly, to try and put the boy at ease. "My name is Evans too!"
If anything, the boy had gone a shade whiter.
~**~
"Oh, how funny! My name is Evans too!"
Why oh why did he have to be such a bloody idiot? Harry wondered to himself. First, I almost use the name Potter, if Hermione hadn't stopped me then I would have. Now, I'm soooooo clever, I just use the first name that pops into my mind, and it's Evans. Of course. My Mum's maiden name. Since my Mum is alive and well in front of me and NOT married yet this should be just ducky. What am I thinking? Now I'll just have to pretend to be an Evans. Great Potter. Just great.
~**~
"Harry, could you come with us for a second?" The red-haired boy asked. They pulled Harry over to them and began to mutter quietly while James and Sirius attempted to "accidentally overhear." It didn't matter; the group was so close to them that they could overhear snatches of the conversation anyway. The brown haired girl was saying something like, "can't change the past...no, Harry, you can't!" The red-haired boy was agreeing with her, but looking at Remus in particular, stating, "Whoa, the professor looks really young!" "Duh," said Harry, "He's our age, remember?" Then back to, "Hermione please...never knew them..." The girl, Hermione, seemed to win out because Harry sighed and said, "All right, I guess so," and they came back from to our group.
"The school we are from..." started the red-haired boy.
"Is Beaubatons," finished Hermione. Lily couldn't quite remember, but she didn't think that Hermione had a French accent. Maybe she just didn't hear her correctly at first, because now Hermione had a rather thick accent.
"We are here because we wish to see more of the world before we graduate, so we transferred. Professor-ah, what is it? Dumbly-dore has set up special quarters for us, and so, we must be on our way. We shall see you in the morning, then? Ah, good. Goodnight."
The red haired boy-Ron-sputtered and looked like he was going to choke. Sirius, in his spiked punch stage pounded him pleasantly on the back, and Katie, to try and clear Sirius's head before he killed Ron, smacked Sirius over the head, which seemed to clear his head a little.
James was still looking a trifle confused, so Harry elaborated slightly.
"The reason why Ron and I sound British is because we are. We were transferred to Beaubatons when we were ten from Britain, and now, well, it's good to be back. Hermione's our friend, and she's all...er...French. Good night."
James shook his head, and headed for the punch table.
~**~
"What are we going to do, what are we going to do?" Asked Hermione, looking around desperately.
"Er...what do you mean?"
"What I mean, RON, is that we have suddenly vanished from a New Years Eve ball, and returned to Hogwarts 17 YEARS BEFORE! And to make matters worse, I can't even go to the library because Harry's invisibility cloak is in the possession of HIS FATHER! Who, I remind you, happens to be alive and well, and OUR OWN AGE. Got that?!"
"Er, yeah, but I have a question..."
"Ron if you ask me what we are doing here I can't tell you. Even though you think I know everything, I DON'T! I have no idea what we're doing here, how we got here, NOTHING! I can't deal with this!"
"No, I was wondering where did you get that accent?"
"Oh, that." Hermione seemed relieved to tell Ron something she did know. "I made fun of Fleur DelaQuoa so often that I got rather good at it." (A/n: I have no idea how to spell Fleur's last name. My uncle has abducted my 4th book! AHH!)
"Ok, whatever, lets go the kitchens, we can sleep there. The houselves will let us do whatever we want."
"You know Ron, that was the only intelligent thing you've said all night."
"Shut up Hermione."
Harry walked along without saying a word.
~**~
Sirius was hungry. Very hungry. Oh, he normally was hungry all the time, but this time, because he didn't have the good sense to eat something before he drank the spiked punch, he didn't get anything for dinner because he was running around making a fool of himself. Which, as Katie would have pointed out, would have happened anyway, punch or no punch. So Sirius decided a trip to the kitchens would be in order. After all, they had James' invisibility cloak, and they had tied up Mrs. Norris, so they were relitivly safe. So he woke up James, Peter and Remus and they all, under the cover of the cloak they headed off to the kitchens. They met Katie, Lily, and Lydia by the door, which seemed to be listening to a shouting match by the door.
"What are you doing here?" Demanded Sirius. "This is our private feeding trough."
Lily motioned him to be quiet and to listen. It sounded as if that Harry and a girl were having an argument over something. The girl sounded like that Hermione person, only very British...
"Listen, Harry, I know it's your Mum and Dad, I know it's Lily and James Potter, but don't you realize that you would be changing the past, if you told them? What would happen if you-know-who..."
"No, Hermione, you don't understand. Do you realize what life's been like for me? Living with the DURSLEYS? Being regarded as a freak and a monster just because I'm a wizard? Besides, I never knew my mum and dad, I want to. If I tell them, Sirius won't be on the run, won't be trapped in a living hell for thirteen years. The Professor will have friends, won't think that everyone died because of him. I'll be normal..."
"But Harry, lots of people would've died if your parents didn't. And who knows? If maybe James and Lily hadn't been betrayed by a close friend, and chose Dumbledore instead of who he did, maybe they would have died anyway, if they didn't even go into hiding at all. Maybe..."
"Maybe I would have had a happy childhood, Hermione." Said Harry quietly, and then his voice began to mount, "Maybe I wouldn't be an orphan. Maybe I wouldn't have been a punching bag for my cousin for ten years. Maybe I WOULD'VE FIGURED OUT WHAT IT WAS TO BE LOVED BEFORE I WENT TO HOGWARTS!!!!"
"And maybe," said Ron, "Your Mum and Dad are right behind that door."
The door to the kitchen swung slowly open, and there sat crouched Sirius, Katie, Lydia, Peter, Remus, and, in the very center, was Lily and James.
A/N: BWAHAHAHAHA! I'm done with this section! Cliffhanger, yes! The last part will be up soon.
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Mungdugus Fletcher.