Chapter 2
Disclaimer: I, obviously, do not own Harry Potter. If I did, I'd be rolling around in money, not here. Okay?
Oh, and thanks to flipendo-neno-potter and Lilolu for your reviews!!!
I'll just get on with the story...
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Harry couldn't believe it. Dumbledore had actually told him he could tell his parents their future. He was pinching himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming--
He wasn't.
He was going to have his parents. For the first time in sixteen years, Harry Potter was going to have a real family.
Harry was in the common room, sitting in an overstuffed armchair, when the Marauders walked through the portrait hole.
*****
Walking up to Gryffindor tower, James and Sirius had been telling Peter and Remus about the "exchange students"...leaving out the part with the pink cloud.
"It's scary how much he looks like Prongs," Sirius said as they walked through the portrait hole.
James looked around the common room, and, spotting Harry, said,
"There he is...right there...c'mon, lets go over."
"Hey, Harry," Sirius said, sitting down.
"Hi."
"Moony, Wormtail...this is Harry. Harry, this is Remus and Peter."
Remus and Peter stared at Harry. He was the spitting image of James...except for his eyes. His eyes, oddly enough, looked exactly like Lily Evans's.
"Hey, where are your friends?" James asked, "You know...Ron and Her...monny?"
"Hermione. And...uh...I think they're-"
"We're right here," Hermione said, standing behind Harry's chair.
Smiling a little, Harry finished,
"And...uh...I think they're standing right behind me!"
*****
Remus was in shock. How was it possible that this Harry guy could look so much like James and not be related? It shocked him even more than James wasn't as shocked as he was. It was too weird...there was something he wasn't telling them.....
But what?
Deciding to deal with this later, Remus decided to make conversation with Harry.
"So, are you the only exchange student, or are there more?"
Harry cleared his throat and replied,
"Erm...there are two others. Hermione Grafton and Ron Weaver. They're both in Gryffindor...same year and everything..."
Remus nodded.
"Where are you from?"
*
Where was he from? I'm from England! I'm from the future! In 17 years you're going to be my teacher, and your friends will be dead!
"Canada. I've been here for a while, though, and the accent really catches on."
"Yeah. If I hadn't known you were an exchange student, I'd think you'd lived here all you're life!"
Harry smiled inwardly. He bought it...
*****
Lily Evans was in the girls dorm with her two best friends, Callia Henry and Myra Wallace, when in walked an unfamiliar girl with long brown hair.
"Excuse me?" Lily asked, trying to sound polite, "But...do you have the wrong dorm?"
The girl looked up at her, and, for some reason, gaped. She looked like she had just seen a ghost or something.
"Um..." said the girl, trying to straighten herself out, "This is the 6th year girls dorm, isn't it?"
"Oh...yes, yes it is."
So if she wasn't in the wrong dorm, who was she?
"Not to be rude or anything, but who are you?" asked Lily.
"Oh," she said, laughing slightly, "I'm Hermione...Grafton. I'm an exchange student."
"Oh...that makes more sense," Lily said, "I'm Lily Evans. This is Callia Henry, and she's Myra Wallace."
Hermione smiled and said hi.
*****
Hermione was aware she was gaping...but this was just too weird. She was actually looking at Harry's mother....at 16.
She fed them the exchange student lie, and of course they bought it.
Lily was talking to two girls...probably her friends. The first one, Callia, had long, shiny, and bone-straight chocolate brown hair, grey eyes and peachy skin. The other, Myra, had shoulder-length wavy blonde hair and brown eyes specked with green.
The girls didn't say anything else to Hermione, so she busied herself by tidying up her bed and unpacking her trunk. After a long silence, Callia spoke to her.
"Er...Hermione?"
"Yes?"
"Your hair...it's so bushy...if you want, I know a spell that can straighten it for a week at a time."
Hermione was almost insulted, but then she remembered how much she detested her bushy hair.
"Sure!" she exclaimed, smiling.
Callia got off of Lily's bed and walked over to Hermione. She pointed her wand at her hair.
"Straitify!"
Callia pulled a mirror out of her pocket, and gave it to Hermione. Hermione gasped. She looked great. She couldn't believe it...she looked almost....beautiful.
*****
Around midnight, the Marauders, Harry and Ron went up to bed.
The two "exchange students" found their schedules on their beds...nothing interesting, same old stuff.
In the morning, Harry dressed and checked his schedule. Charms, Potions, Defence Against the Dark Arts and Herbology.
Harry left the boys dorm, and in the common room, he was startled to see Hermione seated with a group of girls. That wasn't what startled him, though, the thing was....one of the girls was his mother.
There she was. Red-haired, green-eyed, Lily Evans. Harry couldn't move. Ron came down the stairs not long after, and seeing Harry's condition, asked,
"What are you staring at?"
"My mother."
Ron had to practically drag Harry down to breakfast. They sat down next to the Marauders...and were delighted to find out they had the same classes.
*****
Hermione was happy. She had almost never been happier, in fact. She had girl friends. For the first time in her life, she had actual girl friends. Sure, Ron and Harry were great, but it just wasn't the same. She tried not to think about the bridge, and having to go back to her own time...so whenever she did, she'd just tell herself,
"Sometimes it takes years to get back."
"Hermione, we're going to be late for class," Callia said.
"Class? But isn't it Christmas Break?"
"No, not until tomorrow."
'Huh,' Hermione thought, 'So the bridge doesn't get the exact dates....'
Hermione had all of her classes with Lily, Callia and Myra. She had a few with Harry and Ron, but they spent most of their time with the Marauders.
'Can't really blame him,' Hermione thought.
*****
For Hermione, classes were pretty much the same old, same old. History of Magic was as boring as ever, Divination was as stupid and ridiculous as always, Transfiguration was challenging, but she enjoyed it anyways, and then there was Potions.
She was surprised to have actually enjoyed a Potions class. When she sat down in the back with her new friends, she was almost taken aback when Snape wasn't up front teaching, but sitting in the front row, sneering at James & Co.
The teacher, for a change, was a woman. Professor Oakridge was the head of Ravenclaw, and was a very nice little witch. When Hermione made a perfect Truth Potion, she gave Gryffindor 25 points...which only made Snape sneer more...if that were possible.
*****
Finally, Christmas Break was here. The Marauders & Ron and Harry were huddled in a corner of the common room, planning a prank on Snape. It was a hilarious, definitaly one of their best. It went like this... At breakfast, James would cast a spell on Snape causing his hair to change colours from red to gold. Then, when he would obviously confront the Marauders, Sirius would cast a spell that, whenever he wanted to badmouth Gryffindor or the Marauders, he could only say words of praise for them, like, "Gryffindor is the best house at Hogwarts!" or "The Marauders are the smartest, most handsome guys at Hogwarts!" And then the finale. The best part of the whole prank. Not only would it get Snape, but Malfoy too. Ron and Harry were only to happy to help with this. After Sirius's spell, Ron, Harry, Remus and Peter would cast spells on Malfoy and Snape that would force them to go to the front of the breakfast hall and profess they're undying love for muggle-borns. "I think we're done," James said, smiling evilly. "This," Sirius said, pausing for drama, "is going to be the best prank yet." ***** Hermione was in her dorm with Lily, Callia and Myra. They were lounging around, extremely bored, not having any idea what to do. "Hey, everyone...I have an idea!" Myra said, jumping up excitedly. "What?" asked Lily, twirling her hair. "Five words. Truth or Dare...wizard style." ~*~*~*~*~ I tried to do a cliffhanger, but there wasn't one that fit in with this chapter. Oh, well. I would've had this up sooner, but ff.net crashed on my computer and I couldn't get on for a few days. Yep. So, okay, please review!!! Review!
Disclaimer: I, obviously, do not own Harry Potter. If I did, I'd be rolling around in money, not here. Okay?
Oh, and thanks to flipendo-neno-potter and Lilolu for your reviews!!!
I'll just get on with the story...
~*~*~*~
Harry couldn't believe it. Dumbledore had actually told him he could tell his parents their future. He was pinching himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming--
He wasn't.
He was going to have his parents. For the first time in sixteen years, Harry Potter was going to have a real family.
Harry was in the common room, sitting in an overstuffed armchair, when the Marauders walked through the portrait hole.
*****
Walking up to Gryffindor tower, James and Sirius had been telling Peter and Remus about the "exchange students"...leaving out the part with the pink cloud.
"It's scary how much he looks like Prongs," Sirius said as they walked through the portrait hole.
James looked around the common room, and, spotting Harry, said,
"There he is...right there...c'mon, lets go over."
"Hey, Harry," Sirius said, sitting down.
"Hi."
"Moony, Wormtail...this is Harry. Harry, this is Remus and Peter."
Remus and Peter stared at Harry. He was the spitting image of James...except for his eyes. His eyes, oddly enough, looked exactly like Lily Evans's.
"Hey, where are your friends?" James asked, "You know...Ron and Her...monny?"
"Hermione. And...uh...I think they're-"
"We're right here," Hermione said, standing behind Harry's chair.
Smiling a little, Harry finished,
"And...uh...I think they're standing right behind me!"
*****
Remus was in shock. How was it possible that this Harry guy could look so much like James and not be related? It shocked him even more than James wasn't as shocked as he was. It was too weird...there was something he wasn't telling them.....
But what?
Deciding to deal with this later, Remus decided to make conversation with Harry.
"So, are you the only exchange student, or are there more?"
Harry cleared his throat and replied,
"Erm...there are two others. Hermione Grafton and Ron Weaver. They're both in Gryffindor...same year and everything..."
Remus nodded.
"Where are you from?"
*
Where was he from? I'm from England! I'm from the future! In 17 years you're going to be my teacher, and your friends will be dead!
"Canada. I've been here for a while, though, and the accent really catches on."
"Yeah. If I hadn't known you were an exchange student, I'd think you'd lived here all you're life!"
Harry smiled inwardly. He bought it...
*****
Lily Evans was in the girls dorm with her two best friends, Callia Henry and Myra Wallace, when in walked an unfamiliar girl with long brown hair.
"Excuse me?" Lily asked, trying to sound polite, "But...do you have the wrong dorm?"
The girl looked up at her, and, for some reason, gaped. She looked like she had just seen a ghost or something.
"Um..." said the girl, trying to straighten herself out, "This is the 6th year girls dorm, isn't it?"
"Oh...yes, yes it is."
So if she wasn't in the wrong dorm, who was she?
"Not to be rude or anything, but who are you?" asked Lily.
"Oh," she said, laughing slightly, "I'm Hermione...Grafton. I'm an exchange student."
"Oh...that makes more sense," Lily said, "I'm Lily Evans. This is Callia Henry, and she's Myra Wallace."
Hermione smiled and said hi.
*****
Hermione was aware she was gaping...but this was just too weird. She was actually looking at Harry's mother....at 16.
She fed them the exchange student lie, and of course they bought it.
Lily was talking to two girls...probably her friends. The first one, Callia, had long, shiny, and bone-straight chocolate brown hair, grey eyes and peachy skin. The other, Myra, had shoulder-length wavy blonde hair and brown eyes specked with green.
The girls didn't say anything else to Hermione, so she busied herself by tidying up her bed and unpacking her trunk. After a long silence, Callia spoke to her.
"Er...Hermione?"
"Yes?"
"Your hair...it's so bushy...if you want, I know a spell that can straighten it for a week at a time."
Hermione was almost insulted, but then she remembered how much she detested her bushy hair.
"Sure!" she exclaimed, smiling.
Callia got off of Lily's bed and walked over to Hermione. She pointed her wand at her hair.
"Straitify!"
Callia pulled a mirror out of her pocket, and gave it to Hermione. Hermione gasped. She looked great. She couldn't believe it...she looked almost....beautiful.
*****
Around midnight, the Marauders, Harry and Ron went up to bed.
The two "exchange students" found their schedules on their beds...nothing interesting, same old stuff.
In the morning, Harry dressed and checked his schedule. Charms, Potions, Defence Against the Dark Arts and Herbology.
Harry left the boys dorm, and in the common room, he was startled to see Hermione seated with a group of girls. That wasn't what startled him, though, the thing was....one of the girls was his mother.
There she was. Red-haired, green-eyed, Lily Evans. Harry couldn't move. Ron came down the stairs not long after, and seeing Harry's condition, asked,
"What are you staring at?"
"My mother."
Ron had to practically drag Harry down to breakfast. They sat down next to the Marauders...and were delighted to find out they had the same classes.
*****
Hermione was happy. She had almost never been happier, in fact. She had girl friends. For the first time in her life, she had actual girl friends. Sure, Ron and Harry were great, but it just wasn't the same. She tried not to think about the bridge, and having to go back to her own time...so whenever she did, she'd just tell herself,
"Sometimes it takes years to get back."
"Hermione, we're going to be late for class," Callia said.
"Class? But isn't it Christmas Break?"
"No, not until tomorrow."
'Huh,' Hermione thought, 'So the bridge doesn't get the exact dates....'
Hermione had all of her classes with Lily, Callia and Myra. She had a few with Harry and Ron, but they spent most of their time with the Marauders.
'Can't really blame him,' Hermione thought.
*****
For Hermione, classes were pretty much the same old, same old. History of Magic was as boring as ever, Divination was as stupid and ridiculous as always, Transfiguration was challenging, but she enjoyed it anyways, and then there was Potions.
She was surprised to have actually enjoyed a Potions class. When she sat down in the back with her new friends, she was almost taken aback when Snape wasn't up front teaching, but sitting in the front row, sneering at James & Co.
The teacher, for a change, was a woman. Professor Oakridge was the head of Ravenclaw, and was a very nice little witch. When Hermione made a perfect Truth Potion, she gave Gryffindor 25 points...which only made Snape sneer more...if that were possible.
*****
Finally, Christmas Break was here. The Marauders & Ron and Harry were huddled in a corner of the common room, planning a prank on Snape. It was a hilarious, definitaly one of their best. It went like this... At breakfast, James would cast a spell on Snape causing his hair to change colours from red to gold. Then, when he would obviously confront the Marauders, Sirius would cast a spell that, whenever he wanted to badmouth Gryffindor or the Marauders, he could only say words of praise for them, like, "Gryffindor is the best house at Hogwarts!" or "The Marauders are the smartest, most handsome guys at Hogwarts!" And then the finale. The best part of the whole prank. Not only would it get Snape, but Malfoy too. Ron and Harry were only to happy to help with this. After Sirius's spell, Ron, Harry, Remus and Peter would cast spells on Malfoy and Snape that would force them to go to the front of the breakfast hall and profess they're undying love for muggle-borns. "I think we're done," James said, smiling evilly. "This," Sirius said, pausing for drama, "is going to be the best prank yet." ***** Hermione was in her dorm with Lily, Callia and Myra. They were lounging around, extremely bored, not having any idea what to do. "Hey, everyone...I have an idea!" Myra said, jumping up excitedly. "What?" asked Lily, twirling her hair. "Five words. Truth or Dare...wizard style." ~*~*~*~*~ I tried to do a cliffhanger, but there wasn't one that fit in with this chapter. Oh, well. I would've had this up sooner, but ff.net crashed on my computer and I couldn't get on for a few days. Yep. So, okay, please review!!! Review!