Changing Times

-Zille

Special Note:

Amy Potter = I made it at fifth year because there yet has to be a book about that, and because I thought that time was fitting. I don't know if old Hermione and young Harry will have some interaction... I don't know Hermione would do that to... well... Hermione. Besides, wouldn't it be a little weird???
Moonlight Lily = Yeah, me too. That's why I made this one. :)
E. C. R. Potter = You could not be more right. And don't worry; I will continue. In fact; isn't that what I'm doing right now???
Pixie = Thank you so much. And I will have new chapters as often as I can manage.
LoneWolf = I didn't really understand if you were giving me a compliment or just mocking me. But I think (and hope) the first, since you're a 'Die Hard H/H Fan'. In either case; thanks for reviewing! ;) - And of course he blushes, it's Hermione!

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Chapter 4 = As if Sent From the Great Pillow Man

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What? What time is it??? Oh my God, I have to get up!!! "Ow," I cry as my head bumps into my nightstand. But I don't have time to feel sorry for myself; I have to hurry. I have my first class in twenty minutes, and I need to have breakfast first... God, I can barely remember what happened yesterday... Well, I time travelled back to fifth year at Hogwarts, Dumbledore mistook me for Nancy Lochiavo... And I *need* to get dressed!!!

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Okay, I got to class in time... Well, maybe a little too late, because everyone is there, and as I recall, someone was always late. Let's see... if I remember correctly, this is the Gryffindor/Slytherin fourth graders... Okay, this is the class with Ginny and Colin Creevey (?). At least I wont be teaching a bunch of strangers. -Except that they don't know that.

"Good morning, class. Uh... I am miss Nancy Lochiavo, your new teacher in 'Defence of the Dark Arts'." Okay, that was easy. I am good at this.

"Good morning, miss Lochiavo." Well, they certainly have better manners that we had, uh, have, uh... whatever. This whole last name thing is creeping me out... Makes me feel so old. (Not that Nancy Lochiavo is!)

"Uh, you can call me Nancy," I say. Now they look at me like come straight from the Moon... "Uh, in Italy, we use our first names until we reach the age of thirty. By that, travellers will know who is in charge of the school." (A/N: Yeah, right, like *that's* true...) What a piece of crap. But they look like they're buying it. "Okay, I will have to ask you to say your names and if you are from Gryffindor or Slytherin, last names first... Yes, let's start with you." I point at a little boy in the back.

(A/N: I just made some names up. There are not so many, but I don't know exactly how many they were...)

"Andrews, Louie; Slytherin."

"Whistler, Janna; Slytherin."

"Freien, Nanna; Gryffindor."

"Peters, Louise; Slytherin."

"Creevey, Colin; Slyth- Gryffindor." -Poor Colin, always messing up...

"Snoop, Anthony; Gryffindor."

"Freien, Silas; Slytherin" -Oh, there's a couple of separated twins... Nana at Gryffindor, Silas at Slytherin...

"Freud, Gerhart; Gryffindor."

"Dicks, Elliott, Slytherin".

Etc. etc. etc. But now it's Ginny's turn. She doesn't say anything; she just stares into space. Probably thinking about Harry. Uh, I hate when she does that. Her side mate, Johnson, Edwin; Slytherin, shakes her, but she doesn't respond.

"Excuse me," I say. No answer. "Excuse me," I say again, this time a little louder. "Ginny, wake up!" -Oh, no. Everyone stares at me in shock. ...Even Ginny, who woke up from her trance.

"H-how did you know my name?"

"Uh..." Now would be a good time for Dumbledore to make his entrance... "I-" Interrupted by someone knocking on the door. So there *is* a God... "Come in," I say, trying to hide my major relief. But guess who enters: Harry. I try to keep my cool, but it is very difficult. So I just try not to look him in the eyes. "Yes?" I say, with as much calmness as I can handle.

"I..." He looks at me God, say something Harry, this is embarrassing enough as it is. "I was just..."

"Hey Harry!" Thank the Lord for Colin Creevey.

"Hey Colin," Harry says, tiredly. "Anyway, I..." his attention was now back on me. "I just... Professor Flitwick needed some pillows, and he can't find his own, so..." Well, no Harry, because we left them in another classroom when we was training your spells last year. Why doesn't he remember??? "-I was just wondering if you had any."

"Well," I try to think where we could have left them... "Now, I really have no idea, but why don't you look in the classroom on the second floor, two doors left for the stairway, with a sign that says 'Please don't step on the white mouse, as it could be my grandmother?'...?" Yeah, and this would be the part where I sound like I was just guessing... He looks at me very weirdly. "Uh... Just guessing..."

"Oh... well... thanks..." he exits, very confused. I turn back to my class, who are now staring at me, all as one.

"What?" I say casually. "I'm melding with the crowd here," I say, very much in need for a rescue... I got it: "Anyway, that was just a little appetizer on what we are going to be focusing on this semester... the danger of, uh, being confused while being attacked. Let me tell you one thing kids; always keep your cool. Otherwise it can be very dangerous out there..." Touchdown; 1-0 to me! Now they just look at me like I'm incredibly clever.

I just wonder which class I am having next...?

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It might be a while before the next chapter... not too long I hope, but I just got a lot to do right now. But I'll try to be updated.

Do *you* wonder which class she is teaching next...?

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