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Chapter 4 "What the bloody--" Harry and James both mouthed, as they continued to stare at each other.
Harry couldn't believe his eyes. He was looking at an almost mirror-image reflection of himself. But not. He looked more like his...
"Dad?" Harry asked, extremely confused.
"What? Who? Me? Dad?!?" James exclaimed, equally confused.
Harry nodded, trying hard to swallow the big lump in his throat. It felt like he was trying to swallow his heart.
"Oh,no. Oh, no Buddy. You've got the wrong pal. I'm nobody's dad." James gasped out, clutching his chest slightly as his breathing got harder to manage.
Harry looked past his father look-alike to the girl underneath him. A girl with fire-red hair. A girl that also looked oh-so-familiar from pictures. "Mum?"
"Mum?" Lily replied, looking around herself. "Wait a minute..Are you talking to me?! Oh, no. I'm nobody's mum either."
Then, Harry and James both fainted.
"James!" Lily got out, catching him in her arms as he fell back.
"James?" Hermione gasped out, the first one to say anything.
"Yes. James Potter," Lily said, confused. "And who are you?...And who's that?" She pointed in the general direction of the now-fainted Harry.
"Hermione Granger. Um, that's Harry Potter."
"Harry Potter? Hm. I didn't know James had a brother going here."
"He doesn't..." Remus pointed out, squinting his eyes together, slightly. There was something different, very wrong that was going on here.
"Whatever do you mean, Remus? She just said that was Harry Potter. The surname 'Potter' is not very common here, you know." Lily stated.
They heard someone clear their throats. "Ahem."
Lily turned back around towards Hermione. "Yes?"
"That's not his brother."
"What? Then who is he?" Lily asked.
"Your son."
"My what?! My son?! Are you feeling alright?" Lily asked, putting a hand across Hermione's forehead.
"Your Lily Potter, aren't you?" she asked, swatting away her hand.
"Yes. Lily. But not Lily Potter. Whatever gave you that idea? My name is Evans. Lily Evans."
Hermione shook her head slightly, and she sort-of started to mumble incoherently to herself.
"Um...is she alright?" Sirius asked one of the red-headed twins. Sirius glanced down at the sticker on his shirt, and it said 'Fred'. "Fred."
"Yes. She gets that way all the time when she's thinking really hard. Mind you, which is usually all the time. And Nope. I'm not Fred. I'm George. He's Fred." George laughed, poking his other twin.
"But your sticker said that you were Fred." Sirius replied, taking double glances at the twins.
"Yes it did, but where's the fun in NOT tricking people into thinking that we're the other twin?" Fred said, poking him back. "Except these blokes. They know us too well." Fred and George stuck out their tongue at them.
"I GOT IT!" Hermione basically screamed, slamming her hand down onto the ground, scaring everybody.
"Got what?" they all asked, as they tried to lift James and Harry into their arms.
"Your from the past!" Hermione said, matter-of-factly.
"The what?" Remus, Sirius, and Lily gasped, accidentally dropping James back onto the ground. "Oops."
"The past. Did something happen to you before you came here? A messed-up potion, spell, incantation, etc.?" Hermione muttered, but loud enough for everyone to hear.
"No, I don't thi-" Lily began, but then faded out. "The Tomorrow Potion!"
"The who?" Ron finally squeaked out. Harry had fallen back on him earlier, and in the process, knocked the air out of him.
"The Tomorrow Potion. It was from a book called 'El Potiones de la manana.'"
Hermione yelped, frantically digging through her backpack. ((A/N: Yes. She was literally digging in there. This is HERMIONE were talking about. She carries everything in there most likely...))
Lily glanced at the others, afraid that she was going insane.
"Was this the book?" Hermione finally asked, pulling out a murky green colour book, with the front title inscribed in gold.
"Yes. Yes it was. Let me see that for just a second..." Lily said, making a quick grab of the book and started to flip through the pages. "Here it is. And it looks like there was more, on the back. Ha Ha Ha...I get it. They put it on the back page, so to represent tomorrow! Oh, that's funny."
When none laughed, she cleared her throat. "Ahem. Okay. Maybe not. The Potion that we made was called 'The Tomorrow Potion'," Lily said, reading some more down the page, when she gulped slightly.
"What? What does it say, Lils?" Remus asked.
"Well..it says here that it sends the spell-caster(s) or victims into the Future. The more we add, the farther into the future we go." There was a tense silence that followed, before Lily continued. "Uh, Remus?"
"Yes?"
"Do you remember how much did you add of each ingredient?"
Remus gulped. Maybe adding a bit more of each ingredient, just in case, had not been one of his better ideas. "Um. Well...I added about two teaspoons more of each ingredient..."
Lily continued. "Well, apparently, we're in the future." Lily glanced at Hermione and the others. "So, since we're in the future, what has happened to us?"
"Well..." Ron and Hermione both gasped out at the same time.
"Yes?"
"Your dead."
"What? What do you mean, Dead?!? I'm right here!"
"Yes. YOU are. But not your future self. You and your husband both are dead."
"Husband? Wow. I'm married, or atleast I was married. Now, spill. To who, may I ask?" Lily asked, wondering if she really wanted to know the answer or not.
"Um...to him..." Fred and George said, nodding their heads towards James' direction.
"What? To James? You got to be joking me! You are all totally off your heads!" Lily said, trying to laugh but failed miserably.
They shook their heads. "No. We are not joking. Oh, by the way, who are you two?" they asked, pointing at Remus and Sirius.
Hermione blurted in. "Well, isn't it obvious? Their James' best friends. It's Remus Lupin, and Sirius Black."
"Wow. The famous Sirius Black! I never thought we'd meet you. And you," Fred and George exclaimed, turning towards Remus, "You are the best Professor ever. And when WE say that, that is really good."
Remus and Sirius went wide-eyed. "Famous? Professor? Please explain...somebody..."
Hermione and Ron explained everything as best as they could, in a short amount of time. There was a /long/ paused silence that followed.
"Wow. Just...wow. I always thought I would become the manager and owner of Zonko's Joke Shop, not get blamed for killing my two best friends in the world, and then going to Azkaban, and then find out that I had been black- mailed by our other friend, Arabella," Sirius managed to get out, within one long breath. He said it, so calmly, like it didn't bother him at all.
Ron raised an eyebrow. "Doesn't it scare you? That you would be doing all that?"
He shrugged slightly. "Well, yeah, but I'm still basically a care-free teenager. Also, it probably hasn't sunk in my head yet. Give me a few days. Then, I'll be a hysterical care-free teenager."
"Heh. A teenager..." Hermione chuckled slightly.
Everybody turned their eyes upon her. "What about 'a teenager'?"
"It's just that their future selves are so old and rather reserved. While you two are so..well..young, care-free, and pranksters."
"Reserved? Hm. Maybe Moony here, but me? I just don't see it." Sirius teased, patting Remus' back.
"I agree. I'm not as much the prankster, when it comes to these two." Remus cracked a smile, poking Sirius and the still unconscious James.
A small sound escaped James' mouth after Remus did that, but al went silent after that.
They were beginning another conversation about what was going to happen now on, when a loud voice boomed throughout the train.
"MS. GRANGER, ALL WEASLEYS, MR. POTTER!" it yelled, as a woman turned the corner. It was Professor McGonagall.
They didn't need to turn around to see who it was. No one, I mean, NO ONE could get that shrill of voice, and as loud.
They all winced. Lily made a mental note in her head that no matter HOW many years passed, she was always the same teacher she was when they were (well, still sort-of) were going to school.
"Er...Yes?" They gulped, slowly turning their heads shamefully towards her.
"WHY WEREN'T YOU ALL AT THE SORTING CEREMONY THIS YEAR? AGAIN!?" she basically hissed out, sounding like a milder, tamer Banshee.
"Well, we can explain it this time though..." Ron squeaked out.
"Please do, Mr. Weasley, as I am quite sure that your mother will be asking you the same exact thing when I contact them. I would just love to know what your answer will be. The same goes for all of you." Professor McGonagall spat out, pointing at each one in turn. The, she came to Lily, James, Remus, and Sirius. "Who are you four?"
"Well, this is basically the whole reason why we're..er..late, Professor." Hermione said, looking down at her hands. She hated getting in trouble.
Professor McGonagall was about to say something, but she cut herself off abruptly. "Oh, my. Oh my lord. Can it be..No it can't be..." she then said, staring rather intently at the four she did not recognise. At first.
Lily took the minute they were being studied by Professor McGonagall. to study her in return. Her hair had been so long, still yet in a bun, yet so brown when she was last at Hogwarts. Now, in the future, she could tell a many of years had passed. Many, many wrinkles filled most of her face, her now-tired(yet fierce, stern) blue eyes, the brownish-gray hair still held in a bun. Even though she was older, it still looked like the McGonagall see knew and loved.
Professor McGonagalls' eyes got wide, as she took a sudden intake of breath. "Oh, my. Remus? James? Sirius? Lily?!? Oh, my..."
They gulped loudly. "Yes..It's us, alright."
Sirius then jumped up and gave her a big hug. If possible, her eyes got a bit wider, as she pinched her hand, to make sure she was not dreaming this all up in her head.
"Ummm...Oxygen...I need Oxygen..." she mouthed out.
"Oops, sorry, Professor." Sirius sheepishly replied, letting her go and rejoining the others on the floor.
Professor McGonagall closed her eyes tightly and held up a lone finger. "Explain everything. Now." she said, reopening her eyes. It was rather obvious that she didn't know if she was imagining it all or not.
"Well, it started out like this..." Lily began to explain everything, with Hermione filling in on some bits and pieces here and there. Showing her the book, etc.
At the end, she sighed. "Yes. Well. I really have no idea what to do. I've never come across people form the past coming to the future. We will take this matter to Dumbledore."
"Yeah. He's still the Headmaster here?" Remus asked, excitedly. Professor Dumbledore was on the top of his favourite peoples' list because he had allowed him to study at Hogwarts when every other school rejected him for what he was. A werewolf.
"Yes, Rem-, I mean, Mr. Lupin. Follow me now, please. Oh, and Hermione?" Professor McGonagall turned around, her back facing her.
"Yes?"
"I don't know how you got ahold of that book, and I will not question you about it tonight. But however you found it, it probably wasn't legally, so I suggest you return it as soon as possible." she said in return, starting to walk towards the front of the train.
"Er....Professor?"
"Hm?"
"What do we do about these two?" they asked, nudging James and Harry's bodies with their feet.
Professor McGonagall stole a quick glance at the two bodies, took out her wand, and muttered a few choice words. Instantly, the two bodies lifted into the air, as if being supported by two invisible stretchers. Where they moved, it followed alongside them. "Oh, and Mrs. Potter?"
"Er...It's Ms. Evans..."
"Oh, right. Sorry. Ms. Evans?"
"If you don't know what a spell 'exactly' does, don't attempt to use it. Something," she said, waving her hands slightly in the air, "like this could happen."
Lily nodded, sighing. She should of known. Something always goes wrong when she attempts anything like Potions.
They followed her out of the train, and up to the school, which still looked as magnificent as ever.
As they entered the school, someone was on the other side. Someone with billowing capes. Someone who could be mistaken as a shadow. It was Severus Snape, the Potions Master.
"Why, Minerva. Where have you-" he started, but stopped. He turned his attention to the students trailing behind her. He sneered at them. "Well, well, well. Look who we have here. The famous Harry Potter. The Book worm Hermione, and Mr. Weasley. And-"
There was a long pause as his eyes fell upon the others. His eyes went slightly wide, as theirs went wide as well. Sirius' eyes narrowed at the sight of him, as Severus' did the same. "What the-" he mouthed silently. "Lupin? Black? Potter?....Evans?"
Professor McGonagall licked her lips, nervously. Chuckling nervously, she answered, "Well, it seems that something...went...well, quite wrong. A spell, in fact. We are needing to find Albus immediately."
Severus nodded slightly, still looking dumbfounded at the bunch. "Yes, Yes. I'll accompany you There, as well." He shot an almost death-glare at the bunch, before turning to walk alongside with Professor McGonagall.
Lily shot a glance towards the others. "You didn't say that HE was a teacher here."
Hermione, Ron, Fred and George shot a glance at her. "What? You knew him?"
"Well, Yeah. He is, or atleast was, in our class back..well, then. How does a slimy git like him become a Professor? By the way, what does he teach?" Sirius softly added, rolling his eyes slightly at the back of Snape.
"Potions."
"Figures. He was a Slytherin, and the Slytherins were usually the only ones who could make the correct potions and not blow it up, like most of the Gryffindor potions did." Remus whispered, leaning closely. He stole a glance at James and Harry. "Are you sure they'll turn out to be alright?"
Ron nodded. "Oh, Yes. He's been through much worse than that."
"Like what, exactly?"
"Like," he thought, "Once he got his whole bone in his arm removed, then there was the time he had a wizard's duel with Malfoy. Oh, right. You probably know his father then. Lucius Malfoy."
Sirius growled slightly in response.
Hermione raised her eyebrows. "Okay, so I am guessing that you don't like him either?"
"Just as much as I like Snape."
"Ah. Then, like a Cockroach that you would like to see burn in Hell?" Ron answered, turning his volume down as he thought he saw Snape stop slightly, before beginning to walk again.
They laughed, and nodded. Lily protested. "He's not THAT bad, really."
There were a many cocked eyebrows at her. "Explain."
"Well, I tutor him in Charms. He's actually rather nice once you get to know him, and get him away from his so-called 'friends'. He's nice to me, atleast."
"That's because he's got a crush on you, Lilers." Sirius laughed, elbowing her side.
"Oh, Shut up, Padfoot." she said, tickling him.
They finally reached the place where Professor Dumbledore's office was located at. "Purple Sugar Quills," Professor McGonagall said to an wall, which immediately began to open.
Snape stood aside, as the students entered the office. They went through a passage-way, leading to an open area.
There, in the middle, stood Professor Dumbledore, with his Phoenix, Fawkes. He smiled, and stepped forward. He looked over the bunch, but not really at Harry, Ron and the others, but more towards James, Remus, Sirius, and Lily.
"Hello. We've been expecting you." he smiled, his blue eyes twinkling behind his half-moon spectacles. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------- A/N: I really hope I didn't dissappoint anybody with this chapter. I hope I can still write good ones. This chapter I wrote quite fast(in my eyes), so I hope that all the next chapters will be just as fast, although I clearly doubt it. Anyways, Tell me what you think. Bad, Okay, semi-okay, sucks, good, meh, excellant(yeah right), or what. I need your thoughts, people.
Chapter 4 "What the bloody--" Harry and James both mouthed, as they continued to stare at each other.
Harry couldn't believe his eyes. He was looking at an almost mirror-image reflection of himself. But not. He looked more like his...
"Dad?" Harry asked, extremely confused.
"What? Who? Me? Dad?!?" James exclaimed, equally confused.
Harry nodded, trying hard to swallow the big lump in his throat. It felt like he was trying to swallow his heart.
"Oh,no. Oh, no Buddy. You've got the wrong pal. I'm nobody's dad." James gasped out, clutching his chest slightly as his breathing got harder to manage.
Harry looked past his father look-alike to the girl underneath him. A girl with fire-red hair. A girl that also looked oh-so-familiar from pictures. "Mum?"
"Mum?" Lily replied, looking around herself. "Wait a minute..Are you talking to me?! Oh, no. I'm nobody's mum either."
Then, Harry and James both fainted.
"James!" Lily got out, catching him in her arms as he fell back.
"James?" Hermione gasped out, the first one to say anything.
"Yes. James Potter," Lily said, confused. "And who are you?...And who's that?" She pointed in the general direction of the now-fainted Harry.
"Hermione Granger. Um, that's Harry Potter."
"Harry Potter? Hm. I didn't know James had a brother going here."
"He doesn't..." Remus pointed out, squinting his eyes together, slightly. There was something different, very wrong that was going on here.
"Whatever do you mean, Remus? She just said that was Harry Potter. The surname 'Potter' is not very common here, you know." Lily stated.
They heard someone clear their throats. "Ahem."
Lily turned back around towards Hermione. "Yes?"
"That's not his brother."
"What? Then who is he?" Lily asked.
"Your son."
"My what?! My son?! Are you feeling alright?" Lily asked, putting a hand across Hermione's forehead.
"Your Lily Potter, aren't you?" she asked, swatting away her hand.
"Yes. Lily. But not Lily Potter. Whatever gave you that idea? My name is Evans. Lily Evans."
Hermione shook her head slightly, and she sort-of started to mumble incoherently to herself.
"Um...is she alright?" Sirius asked one of the red-headed twins. Sirius glanced down at the sticker on his shirt, and it said 'Fred'. "Fred."
"Yes. She gets that way all the time when she's thinking really hard. Mind you, which is usually all the time. And Nope. I'm not Fred. I'm George. He's Fred." George laughed, poking his other twin.
"But your sticker said that you were Fred." Sirius replied, taking double glances at the twins.
"Yes it did, but where's the fun in NOT tricking people into thinking that we're the other twin?" Fred said, poking him back. "Except these blokes. They know us too well." Fred and George stuck out their tongue at them.
"I GOT IT!" Hermione basically screamed, slamming her hand down onto the ground, scaring everybody.
"Got what?" they all asked, as they tried to lift James and Harry into their arms.
"Your from the past!" Hermione said, matter-of-factly.
"The what?" Remus, Sirius, and Lily gasped, accidentally dropping James back onto the ground. "Oops."
"The past. Did something happen to you before you came here? A messed-up potion, spell, incantation, etc.?" Hermione muttered, but loud enough for everyone to hear.
"No, I don't thi-" Lily began, but then faded out. "The Tomorrow Potion!"
"The who?" Ron finally squeaked out. Harry had fallen back on him earlier, and in the process, knocked the air out of him.
"The Tomorrow Potion. It was from a book called 'El Potiones de la manana.'"
Hermione yelped, frantically digging through her backpack. ((A/N: Yes. She was literally digging in there. This is HERMIONE were talking about. She carries everything in there most likely...))
Lily glanced at the others, afraid that she was going insane.
"Was this the book?" Hermione finally asked, pulling out a murky green colour book, with the front title inscribed in gold.
"Yes. Yes it was. Let me see that for just a second..." Lily said, making a quick grab of the book and started to flip through the pages. "Here it is. And it looks like there was more, on the back. Ha Ha Ha...I get it. They put it on the back page, so to represent tomorrow! Oh, that's funny."
When none laughed, she cleared her throat. "Ahem. Okay. Maybe not. The Potion that we made was called 'The Tomorrow Potion'," Lily said, reading some more down the page, when she gulped slightly.
"What? What does it say, Lils?" Remus asked.
"Well..it says here that it sends the spell-caster(s) or victims into the Future. The more we add, the farther into the future we go." There was a tense silence that followed, before Lily continued. "Uh, Remus?"
"Yes?"
"Do you remember how much did you add of each ingredient?"
Remus gulped. Maybe adding a bit more of each ingredient, just in case, had not been one of his better ideas. "Um. Well...I added about two teaspoons more of each ingredient..."
Lily continued. "Well, apparently, we're in the future." Lily glanced at Hermione and the others. "So, since we're in the future, what has happened to us?"
"Well..." Ron and Hermione both gasped out at the same time.
"Yes?"
"Your dead."
"What? What do you mean, Dead?!? I'm right here!"
"Yes. YOU are. But not your future self. You and your husband both are dead."
"Husband? Wow. I'm married, or atleast I was married. Now, spill. To who, may I ask?" Lily asked, wondering if she really wanted to know the answer or not.
"Um...to him..." Fred and George said, nodding their heads towards James' direction.
"What? To James? You got to be joking me! You are all totally off your heads!" Lily said, trying to laugh but failed miserably.
They shook their heads. "No. We are not joking. Oh, by the way, who are you two?" they asked, pointing at Remus and Sirius.
Hermione blurted in. "Well, isn't it obvious? Their James' best friends. It's Remus Lupin, and Sirius Black."
"Wow. The famous Sirius Black! I never thought we'd meet you. And you," Fred and George exclaimed, turning towards Remus, "You are the best Professor ever. And when WE say that, that is really good."
Remus and Sirius went wide-eyed. "Famous? Professor? Please explain...somebody..."
Hermione and Ron explained everything as best as they could, in a short amount of time. There was a /long/ paused silence that followed.
"Wow. Just...wow. I always thought I would become the manager and owner of Zonko's Joke Shop, not get blamed for killing my two best friends in the world, and then going to Azkaban, and then find out that I had been black- mailed by our other friend, Arabella," Sirius managed to get out, within one long breath. He said it, so calmly, like it didn't bother him at all.
Ron raised an eyebrow. "Doesn't it scare you? That you would be doing all that?"
He shrugged slightly. "Well, yeah, but I'm still basically a care-free teenager. Also, it probably hasn't sunk in my head yet. Give me a few days. Then, I'll be a hysterical care-free teenager."
"Heh. A teenager..." Hermione chuckled slightly.
Everybody turned their eyes upon her. "What about 'a teenager'?"
"It's just that their future selves are so old and rather reserved. While you two are so..well..young, care-free, and pranksters."
"Reserved? Hm. Maybe Moony here, but me? I just don't see it." Sirius teased, patting Remus' back.
"I agree. I'm not as much the prankster, when it comes to these two." Remus cracked a smile, poking Sirius and the still unconscious James.
A small sound escaped James' mouth after Remus did that, but al went silent after that.
They were beginning another conversation about what was going to happen now on, when a loud voice boomed throughout the train.
"MS. GRANGER, ALL WEASLEYS, MR. POTTER!" it yelled, as a woman turned the corner. It was Professor McGonagall.
They didn't need to turn around to see who it was. No one, I mean, NO ONE could get that shrill of voice, and as loud.
They all winced. Lily made a mental note in her head that no matter HOW many years passed, she was always the same teacher she was when they were (well, still sort-of) were going to school.
"Er...Yes?" They gulped, slowly turning their heads shamefully towards her.
"WHY WEREN'T YOU ALL AT THE SORTING CEREMONY THIS YEAR? AGAIN!?" she basically hissed out, sounding like a milder, tamer Banshee.
"Well, we can explain it this time though..." Ron squeaked out.
"Please do, Mr. Weasley, as I am quite sure that your mother will be asking you the same exact thing when I contact them. I would just love to know what your answer will be. The same goes for all of you." Professor McGonagall spat out, pointing at each one in turn. The, she came to Lily, James, Remus, and Sirius. "Who are you four?"
"Well, this is basically the whole reason why we're..er..late, Professor." Hermione said, looking down at her hands. She hated getting in trouble.
Professor McGonagall was about to say something, but she cut herself off abruptly. "Oh, my. Oh my lord. Can it be..No it can't be..." she then said, staring rather intently at the four she did not recognise. At first.
Lily took the minute they were being studied by Professor McGonagall. to study her in return. Her hair had been so long, still yet in a bun, yet so brown when she was last at Hogwarts. Now, in the future, she could tell a many of years had passed. Many, many wrinkles filled most of her face, her now-tired(yet fierce, stern) blue eyes, the brownish-gray hair still held in a bun. Even though she was older, it still looked like the McGonagall see knew and loved.
Professor McGonagalls' eyes got wide, as she took a sudden intake of breath. "Oh, my. Remus? James? Sirius? Lily?!? Oh, my..."
They gulped loudly. "Yes..It's us, alright."
Sirius then jumped up and gave her a big hug. If possible, her eyes got a bit wider, as she pinched her hand, to make sure she was not dreaming this all up in her head.
"Ummm...Oxygen...I need Oxygen..." she mouthed out.
"Oops, sorry, Professor." Sirius sheepishly replied, letting her go and rejoining the others on the floor.
Professor McGonagall closed her eyes tightly and held up a lone finger. "Explain everything. Now." she said, reopening her eyes. It was rather obvious that she didn't know if she was imagining it all or not.
"Well, it started out like this..." Lily began to explain everything, with Hermione filling in on some bits and pieces here and there. Showing her the book, etc.
At the end, she sighed. "Yes. Well. I really have no idea what to do. I've never come across people form the past coming to the future. We will take this matter to Dumbledore."
"Yeah. He's still the Headmaster here?" Remus asked, excitedly. Professor Dumbledore was on the top of his favourite peoples' list because he had allowed him to study at Hogwarts when every other school rejected him for what he was. A werewolf.
"Yes, Rem-, I mean, Mr. Lupin. Follow me now, please. Oh, and Hermione?" Professor McGonagall turned around, her back facing her.
"Yes?"
"I don't know how you got ahold of that book, and I will not question you about it tonight. But however you found it, it probably wasn't legally, so I suggest you return it as soon as possible." she said in return, starting to walk towards the front of the train.
"Er....Professor?"
"Hm?"
"What do we do about these two?" they asked, nudging James and Harry's bodies with their feet.
Professor McGonagall stole a quick glance at the two bodies, took out her wand, and muttered a few choice words. Instantly, the two bodies lifted into the air, as if being supported by two invisible stretchers. Where they moved, it followed alongside them. "Oh, and Mrs. Potter?"
"Er...It's Ms. Evans..."
"Oh, right. Sorry. Ms. Evans?"
"If you don't know what a spell 'exactly' does, don't attempt to use it. Something," she said, waving her hands slightly in the air, "like this could happen."
Lily nodded, sighing. She should of known. Something always goes wrong when she attempts anything like Potions.
They followed her out of the train, and up to the school, which still looked as magnificent as ever.
As they entered the school, someone was on the other side. Someone with billowing capes. Someone who could be mistaken as a shadow. It was Severus Snape, the Potions Master.
"Why, Minerva. Where have you-" he started, but stopped. He turned his attention to the students trailing behind her. He sneered at them. "Well, well, well. Look who we have here. The famous Harry Potter. The Book worm Hermione, and Mr. Weasley. And-"
There was a long pause as his eyes fell upon the others. His eyes went slightly wide, as theirs went wide as well. Sirius' eyes narrowed at the sight of him, as Severus' did the same. "What the-" he mouthed silently. "Lupin? Black? Potter?....Evans?"
Professor McGonagall licked her lips, nervously. Chuckling nervously, she answered, "Well, it seems that something...went...well, quite wrong. A spell, in fact. We are needing to find Albus immediately."
Severus nodded slightly, still looking dumbfounded at the bunch. "Yes, Yes. I'll accompany you There, as well." He shot an almost death-glare at the bunch, before turning to walk alongside with Professor McGonagall.
Lily shot a glance towards the others. "You didn't say that HE was a teacher here."
Hermione, Ron, Fred and George shot a glance at her. "What? You knew him?"
"Well, Yeah. He is, or atleast was, in our class back..well, then. How does a slimy git like him become a Professor? By the way, what does he teach?" Sirius softly added, rolling his eyes slightly at the back of Snape.
"Potions."
"Figures. He was a Slytherin, and the Slytherins were usually the only ones who could make the correct potions and not blow it up, like most of the Gryffindor potions did." Remus whispered, leaning closely. He stole a glance at James and Harry. "Are you sure they'll turn out to be alright?"
Ron nodded. "Oh, Yes. He's been through much worse than that."
"Like what, exactly?"
"Like," he thought, "Once he got his whole bone in his arm removed, then there was the time he had a wizard's duel with Malfoy. Oh, right. You probably know his father then. Lucius Malfoy."
Sirius growled slightly in response.
Hermione raised her eyebrows. "Okay, so I am guessing that you don't like him either?"
"Just as much as I like Snape."
"Ah. Then, like a Cockroach that you would like to see burn in Hell?" Ron answered, turning his volume down as he thought he saw Snape stop slightly, before beginning to walk again.
They laughed, and nodded. Lily protested. "He's not THAT bad, really."
There were a many cocked eyebrows at her. "Explain."
"Well, I tutor him in Charms. He's actually rather nice once you get to know him, and get him away from his so-called 'friends'. He's nice to me, atleast."
"That's because he's got a crush on you, Lilers." Sirius laughed, elbowing her side.
"Oh, Shut up, Padfoot." she said, tickling him.
They finally reached the place where Professor Dumbledore's office was located at. "Purple Sugar Quills," Professor McGonagall said to an wall, which immediately began to open.
Snape stood aside, as the students entered the office. They went through a passage-way, leading to an open area.
There, in the middle, stood Professor Dumbledore, with his Phoenix, Fawkes. He smiled, and stepped forward. He looked over the bunch, but not really at Harry, Ron and the others, but more towards James, Remus, Sirius, and Lily.
"Hello. We've been expecting you." he smiled, his blue eyes twinkling behind his half-moon spectacles. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------- A/N: I really hope I didn't dissappoint anybody with this chapter. I hope I can still write good ones. This chapter I wrote quite fast(in my eyes), so I hope that all the next chapters will be just as fast, although I clearly doubt it. Anyways, Tell me what you think. Bad, Okay, semi-okay, sucks, good, meh, excellant(yeah right), or what. I need your thoughts, people.