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Shoutouts:
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Chapter Two
Minerva McGonagall walks into Dumbledore's office and sees him looking into the book with that almost mischievous look in his eyes.
"What are you doing, Albus?"
Dumbledore smiles. "Nothing much, Minerva. Just looking at an old photo album. Did you need anything?"
McGonagall nods. "One of the students got himself locked in that vanishing cabinet again."
"I'll be right there." Dumbledore turns the page of the book and leaves the room.
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Harry gets the feeling that he is spinning very fast. The scenery around him blurs. When it finally settles, he is in an entirely different place. Harry has never seen this room before. It's a little boy's room from the look of it; covered in sports teams' posters, with baseballs, bats, soccer balls, things from just about any sport imaginable, though Harry does note the absence of Quidditch.
A group of little boys walk in, with their faces and red uniforms dirty from playing ball. Each has a red baseball cap on. As they take their caps off, Harry notices that the 'leader' of the group is a little girl with her hair pulled back into a messy ponytail.
She grins. "We're the best team out there, guys."
They all nod.
A small boy throws his fist into the air. "Undefeated! The whole season!"
Another boy puts on a fake solemn look and breaks out into song. "We are the Champions, my friends…"
All of them join in. "And we'll keep on fighting 'til the end…"
The girl's mother walks in.
"Hermione, dear, I'm glad you all had fun, but it's time for your friends to go home now…
Hermione? Harry thinks. Hermione a tomboy? I don't believe this. He grins. Playing baseball with all the boys. Not in her character at all. Not at all.
The mother is still talking. "…it's getting dark outside and you all have school in the morning."
They hang their heads. "Yes ma'am…" They say sadly as they file out.
Hermione sits on her bed and frowns. "Why do I have to go tomorrow? I hate school."
Hate school? Harry thinks. Am I hearing this correctly? Oh… I wish the present time Hermione was here right now…
Hermione holds her head up high. "Professional baseball players don't need school."
Her mother sighs. "Honey, you don't know that you're going to be a baseball player. Just because you didn't like your teacher last year doesn't mean that you should hate school all together."
Hermione sticks her tongue out. "I don't care."
Mrs. Granger shakes her head. "Try to make better grades this year. If you don't make good grades, you'll never get into Oxford."
Hermione folds her arms. "I don't want to go to Oxford. I want to play baseball." Harry is laughing. Hermione's expression changes to a smile. "Did you see my home run today?"
Her mother pats Hermione's head. "Yes, I did, dear. You did well. Now, let's get you cleaned up and ready for bed."
Hermione looks sad again. "Yes, mum."
"Don't look so sad. You're going to like your teacher better this year, I bet." They stand up and walk out the door. "And don't forget- you're in class with Seth, and Jack, and…"
Harry grins. "Who would have known our bookworm wanted to be a ball player? I'll have to bother her about this one."
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Back up in his office after finding the student- he ended up in one of Professor Snape's cauldrons- Dumbledore thinks of where to send Harry next. Harry had been very depressed of late, for obvious reasons. It's good and rare to see a smile on his face.
Dumbledore flips the page. "Well, I think I will show him…"
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Hehehe. Who do you think should come next? Tell me, k? (and if you do, tell me what you think they should be. If I use it, I will give you credit!) That one was short too. I'll try to make it longer next time. ^__^;; Everyone have a happy New Year! Yay 2004! r/r!
