Owl Siri – 2. SurrealSerpent and edgy wedgy win!
Don't tell Siri – 1. I apologize to Rhysel Ash. Sorry!
Hermione Granger - I had thought of it, but I was going to deal with it later!
Mozart's Clone – like the idea, but not sure if I'll use it. Somehow, I think Hogwarts is the only wizarding school in England.
SurrealSerpent – what's wrong with being obsessed? I am! Although not with Snape…
e – Thankyou!
Mayleesa – yay for time travel too! Glad you like it.
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Despite what he had said earlier, Harry didn't eat much dinner – he was too nervous. What if something when wrong? Or he gave away too much about the future? What if his Dad didn't believe him? No, he knew about the spell, of course he would believe him. But what if…
"Hey, d'you think Snuffles remembers seeing you?" Hermione interrupted, swallowing a mouthful of apple crumble.
"Probably. But when I went into Tom's diary, no one could see me or anything. What if that happens again?"
"No, the diary was a memory. You're going back to the real thing. But you must be careful; can't give too much away."
"Yeah, take the cloak to avoid the teachers," Ron advised, pouring hot chocolate sauce on his ice cream.
"I won't need to – it'll already be there, remember?"
"Yeah, but what if you appear in front of a teacher? Best to go in the cloak, that way you can be sure…"
"Yeah. Are you finished eating? 'Cos I am."
"Yes, I'm finished. Ron?"
"Yeah. We really should owl Sirius; tell him you're going. By the time he gets it, you'll be back, so he can't really stop you."
"Yeah, ok. Shall we go to the owlery then? Anyone got parchment and ink?"
"Hermione has," Ron said, before Hermione could say anything.
"Hey!"
"Well, you always have."
Hermione huffed and ignored him. Turning to Harry she smiled any said "I've got some. Shall we go?"
She walked quickly out of the hall, without waiting for Ron, who was forced to run after her, apologizing.
"Mione! I didn't mean it. Please look at me? Please? I'm sorry, I really am. It was mean and wrong of me to say that. 'Mione!"
Once in the owlery, Harry crouched in a corner to write his letter, while Ron and Hermione walked around, looking out of the windows and talking quietly.
Dear Sirius,
I don't know if you remember, but I am going back in time to meet my Dad. If I'm successful, you probably do remember. Ron and Hermione won't be coming. Hope you're doing ok, and Buckbeak too. Keep your head down and don't let anyone see you!
Harry
Once he had finished, Hedwig fluttered down and stuck out her leg so that he could tie the letter on. Once it was attached, she clung tightly to his arm and let him carry her to the nearest window.
"Find him, ok? No rush this time. Well, not as much. I'll see you when you get back."
She hooted reassuringly, and rubbed her beak against his cheek. He flicked his arm and Hedwig soared off over the grounds, looking like a white ghost. He watched her soar out over the lake and across the forest, before turning to look at his friends.
"I'm ready. Let's go!"
They made their way back to the Gryffindor tower, Harry's stomach squirming uncomfortably with nerves. He tried not to think of all the ways the spell could go wrong, and tried to concentrate on how good it would feel to see his father. And his mother too, he supposed. It would be weird – they would be the same age as him – but he didn't think that would matter. After all, he didn't have to say that he was their son. Probably best not to, in fact, unless they were already in love. Otherwise they would know that they were going to get married, and have at least one kid. Whatever happened, he couldn't let them know that they would die.
But… he could go back and stop them from dieing! Then he could have parents, real parents! He grinned happily. 'Oh, wait a minute. If they don't die, then I don't live and Voldemort isn't killed. Damn!' He frowned and Hermione asked him what was wrong.
"Nothing, I just thought of going back and warning them about Voldemort, then I realised that Voldemort won't be stopped then, and more lives will be lost."
Ron, who had paled dramatically at the mention of 'The Name', patted him on the arm comfortingly, and Hermione gave him a brief hug.
"No, you can't. I'm sorry Harry. But you can get to know them. You'll have a great time. Quidditch Cup."
The portrait swung open and she pulled Harry inside, and then shoved him up the boy's staircase to get changed. While Harry was up there, Ron tossed the book to her, and they started to figure out the dates. He couldn't go in the Christmas holidays, because James might go home for Christmas. So they settled for early June, when the teachers were usually a little more relaxed, and more likely to let unusual behaviour slip. Also, the Quidditch final would be about to take place, and Harry would be able to see James fly.
Harry came down the stairs nervously, holding his Firebolt in one hand and the invisibility cloak in the other. He smiled nervously at the two, and raised his eyebrows.
"Well? Have you fixed a date?"
"Uh, yeah…."
"June 15, a week or so before the Quidditch final, 7:30pm," Hermione said, smiling. Harry grinned back.
"Great! Well, I'm ready. What do I have to do?"
"Say this, and you should go. We think…" Ron said, handing a piece of parchment with the spell, plus the dates and times, on it. Harry pulled the cloak over his head, and made sure the broom was covered. Harry and Hermione watched nervously the spot where he disappeared. They heard the parchment being rustled, and then Harry's familiar voice came from no-where.
"Revirnio allamonda June 15 tim'mu nineteen thirty pasteri callemon. Shilva Library, allamonte carllagea ri'netua!"
(A bit crap, I know, but the best I can do on short notice. I've left out the actual year, as I can't be bothered to work it out. Harry's 14+, James and the rest will be 15+. He ends up in the right year, so I suppose it must have something to do with one of the funny words. Ask Hermione! Oh, and 19:30 is just 24-hour clock time, not 1930. James wasn't THAT old!)
As he chanted the common room began to dissolve, replaced by blue and green flashing mist with orange sparkles. He didn't spin around, like you did when using floo powder, but his insides felt extremely peculiar, and the flashing mist made him feel disorientated. Slowly the mists parted, revealing the school library. Golden sunlight was pouring through the windows, and he could see people strolling across the lawns, throwing long dark shadows on the green grass. He wandered around, following the sounds of voices from one of the end isles. He hid in the isle next to them, and eavesdropped quietly, before realising how stupid that was as he was under the cloak, and walking round to see who was talking.
Ok! Quite a short chapter, I know, but my best friend's mum has died, and the funeral was today, and I just don't feel like writing. Choices for the next chapter…
The people are: all four marauders, plotting against Snape
The marauders + Lily, doing homework or plotting
Just Lily and James, talking about Siri's latest exploit against Snape perhaps?
Sirius and Remus, talking about Lily and James.
Anyone else you'd like! Suggestions for what YOU'D like in the next chapter would be great! Review (it's the little button, bottom left corner! ^_^) or e-mail me with what you'd like.