Harry had been deep in thought, not worrying about anything except the Quidditch game against Ravenclaw the next day. That was the best thing about Quidditch- he didn't have to think about school work, Lord Voldemort, or even how things were going to turn out for him in life. He could just think about the game: the plays, the feeling, the joy.

Ginny had been shuffling her feet as she walked, keeping her head low. She was still shy enough that catching another student's eye would sometimes embarass her, especially if it was an older male student's. She had briefly locked gazes with the likes of Oliver Wood , Roger Davies and Cedric Diggory on the rare occassion and knew all about the red cheeks that it led to. She pulled a strand of hair closer to her eyes to hide and wished that she was invisible. Sometimes the crush of people at Hogwarts was intimidating. She watched her shoes -the black patent leather ones that she had had since she began at Hogwart's two years ago- as they brought her ever-closer to the Gryffindor corridor. She rounded a corner and was knocked off balance, dropping all of her books.

It would seem to anyone who was observing them that Harry and Ginny had both been lost in their own thoughts and had collided. However, no one had seen their accident and no one had been changed by it. No major damage seemed to have been done, but Ginny's books were scattered all over the floor. Harry smiled in apology and bent to help her collect them. They knocked heads together when both reaching for her Defense Against the Dark Arts text, and she giggled while he laughed softly. He smiled at her and she beamed back at him, both lost in the momentary humour.

Professor McGonagall turned the corner and stopped abruptly, staring at the two students who were smiling at each other. She turned at least three shades paler and rose a hand to her heart. The young man with the unmanageable raven hair and thick glasses turned to her, looking at her questioningly. The ginger-haired girl did the same. Minerva McGonagall smiled weakly to assure her students that she was fine. What she didn't tell them was that only a moment early she had been sure that time had reversed and she had come across James Potter and Lily Evans, students at Hogwarts many years ago who were now deceased, and not their son and Ginny Weasley.