I hope you liked the last two chapters. I was wondering if I should do a prequel to
this story. Like in the Marauders' time, but Briana's story. Tell if you agree
or not. I don't own anything. Thank you!
Chapter 20
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"Professor, did we change
the future?"
"We went in the
mirror and we saw you with Harry's parents, Remus, and Sirius!"
"Professor, we
didn't mean to! Ron touched the mirror…"
Professor Sullivan held her hand up to silence the three of
them. "The only who will do the explaining
will be me. Questions are to be ask
later." She paused to look at them and
said, "This may seem complicated but
you will have to listen carefully. The
mirror is not a time turner. On the
contrary, it is another realm. It is
called the Realm of Foregoing. It shows
you the past but has no desire to change it.
The past in this realm is repeated continually and when touched may
cause a disturbance in the flow of it.
You said that Ron has touched it, Hermione? That's probably the reason why it has brought you to that
particular past."
"But, professor,
why did bring us to my parents' time?" asked Harry.
"Well, I have two
theories for that, Harry. One is,
during the flow of the past, when Ron has touched the mirror; it probably
stopped to that particular time period.
The other theory is that this mirror was probably last stationed in
Hogwarts, and it has last seen that time when I was young."
"Have you seen this
mirror in Hogwarts before, professor?" asked Ron.
"Well, let's just
say that there are many mirrors in Hogwarts that I rather not look myself
into," was her reply.
"Were we gone for a
while, professor?" asked Hermione.
"No, actually, you
are gone for five minutes at the least, I should say. Now, your mother is very much worried about you, Ron, and so I
think I should get you three back to the Leaky Cauldron. They are waiting there." They left the store and out to the streets
of Diagon Alley. Questions burned
inside Harry's head.
"What are you doing
here, Professor?"
"Well, I'm here
with Hagrid. We're doing some Christmas
shopping."
"Professor, how
come you never told us that you were an Animagus?"
"You never asked
now, did you?" chuckled Professor Sullivan.
"You mean there
were four unregistered Animagi in Hogwarts during your year?" marveled
Ron.
"Who said anything
about unregistered? I was registered
when I was in my forth year, Ron. The
youngest in this century, you know," beamed Professor Sullivan.
"You were an
Animagus before my dad and his friends?" said Harry.
"Of course, who do
you think helped your father and his friends become Animagis (a/n I'm not
really sure how to spell it sorry!)?" said Professor Sullivan. Harry thought for a minute. He yearned to ask more questions. "Well, here we are."
"Oh, there you
three are! Goodness, I sent everyone to
look for you three!" was Mrs. Weasley's greeting.
"Mum, we're all
right. Get off me!" said an irritated
Ron.
"What happened,
Briana? Where did you find them?" asked
Mrs. Weasley.
"Don't worry,
Molly, they're all right. They must
have lost track of time. I found them
walking around the south side of Diagon Alley.
Don't worry," explained Professor Sullivan, winking at them. Harry was relieved that she didn't tell Mrs.
Weasley about their adventure in the Realm Of Foregoing.
"Thank you for
finding them, Briana," said Mrs. Weasley.
Just then, Fred and George came running to them.
"Mum, we look all
over them and they gone," said Fred.
"Yeah, I reckon
they went to another dimension or a realm or something of that sort," panted
George.
"It's all right you
two. They are here. Where's Ginny? Let's go back to the Burrow.
Thank you again, Briana," she added.
"It's my pleasure,
Molly. Have a Merry Christmas," said
Professor Sullivan. She pulled Harry
aside. "Harry, I don't want you to go
looking for something that you will never find, do you understand?"
Harry wasn't sure what she was talking about but
nodded. Professor Sullivan made a move
that looked as though she wanted to touch him but stop herself. Instead, she said, "Merry Christmas,
Harry."
She turned to leave but Harry called out to her, "You have a Merry Christmas too,
professor." She smiled at him and
turned around and left.
Harry woke up early Christmas morning and found that Ron's
room was empty. He put on his glasses
and dragged himself out of bed and down to the living room. The Burrow was already busy with an unusual
Christmas morning mood. Mr. and Mrs.
Weasley were bustling in and out of the kitchen bringing out hot chocolates and
porridges to the living room. Harry
bumped into Bill was putting on some late decorations at the chimney.
"Oof! Oh, good
morning, Harry! We're about to open some presents and have breakfast at the
living room," he said. Harry went to the kitchen to see if there was anything
he can do.
"Why don't you go
stay in the living room, dear? It will only take a minute," said Mrs.
Weasley. So this is what it feels like
having Christmas with a family, he thought.
Usually when he was a kid, he would sit in the corner and watch Dudley
open his hundreds and hundreds of presents that his parents had given him.
"Mum, can we open
presents now?" asked Ginny.
"Yeah, please,"
said Ron.
"Now, now,
Christmas isn't about just presents, you know.
It's-"
"Shut up, Percy,"
said Ron, Fred, Bill, and George together.
"All right, you can
open presents," said Mrs. Weasley. In
an instant, all of them started opening presents. Every corner of the room there was a squeal of delight, cry of
amazement, or gasp of surprise. Harry
was received gifts from Hermione, the Weasley family, Sirius, Remus, Hagrid,
and another anonymous giver. It had the
same strange and unfamiliar handwriting scrolled on a piece of parchment.
Harry,
Merry Christmas! I think you need this more than I do.
Again, it had no postscript or name. Harry opened it and gasped at the gift. He had never seen it for a look time and
never bothered to look for it. It was
the Marauders' Map.
"Harry, what did
you get?" Hormone gasped at the Map.
"Is that the Marauders' Map?"
Harry nodded. Ron
overheard and said, "Blimey, who gave
to you?" Harry shrugged and hid in before anyone got suspicious.
Christmas dinner is what Harry looked forward to the
most. He never expected too much at the
Burrow because of their financial situation.
But when he arrived at the kitchen, Ginny told him to go outside. As he got there, his jaws dropped because of
the sight. It was beautiful. Bill had conjured fairy lights above the
beautifully decorated table, which had the most scrumptious Harry had ever
dream off. It had turkey with all the
trimmings, pies, and many other things that make your mouth water.
"I told you. You never experienced Christmas at the
Burrow yet," whispered Mr. Weasley in his ear.
"Come on, join in."
And that was the best Christmas he had ever had in his
life. Not even five Hogwarts Christmas
feast can top this dinner. Harry looked
around the table. There was laughter
and chattering all over it. He did not
want this to end. It was the first time
in his life that he actually felt he had a family.
Before he went up to bed that night, he gave Mrs. Weasley a
hug.
"Thank you for the
dinner, Mrs. Weasley."
"Oh, it was my
pleasure, dear." As he let go of her,
he noticed that she was a bit teary eyed.
He thought it was best that he would leave her alone now before anything
else happens. He fell right asleep that
night. He dreamt of the same dream he has
been having. But would soon forget the
next day.
That's all for now.
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