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.  The next chapter is when it all begins.  Can't tell you more.  Leave a review!