Thanks for your reviews, volleypickle16, O'Malley the Alley Cat, LOTRfan86, babyjayy, and athenakitty!
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athenakitty= your 1st question: I dunno, it was just an awkward situation, ya know? :-) your 2nd question: you'll see :-) your 3rd question: you'll find out later on in the story :-)
O'Malley the Alley Cat= yeah, but i'm not too comfortable living in the most earthquakeprone state in the US... anyway, which part of CA did you go to? you can e-mail me, if you want, so we can talk about this stuff through e-mail, and not on here. :-) my e-mail's in my bio.
Disclaimer: Don't even ask... ESPECIALLy don't ask the monkeys...they bite.
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When Harry and Hermione had reached the door that led into DumbledoreÕs office, they found that they had no need to knock, for the door was already wide open. Harry and Hermione walked into the office, but Dumbledore was no where in sight.
"Where is he?" said Hermione.
"I donÕt know where Dumbledore is!"
There was a slight cough behind them, and then a voice. "I am right here."
Harry and Hermione both turned around instantly.
"Professor-" Hermione began.
"James, I know youÕre eager to learn as much as you can," said Dumbledore to Harry, with a twinkle in his eye, "but I assure you that youÕll have plenty of time to do that during the school year."
"But...Professor..." stammered Harry. "IÕm not James, IÕm Harry. Besides, my parents are dead, remember?"
"Dead?" then Dumbledore got a closer looking at Harry. "Oh! IÕm terribly sorry that I mistook you for James! ItÕs just that...you look extraordinarily like him...except for your eyes.... Are you and James, perhaps, related in some way?"
"Yes, Professor, heÕs my dad, remember?"
Dumbledore looked a little confused. "Perhaps you'd like to sit down and explain everything," he said, sitting behind his desk, and gesturing towards two chairs.
Harry and Hermione sat down in them, and began to explain everything. How HarryÕs parents were James and Lily, how they had died, and about everything up to the part when the swirling white mist brought them to Hogwarts. When at last they reached the end of the story, which had taken an hour, maybe more, Dumbledore sat back in his chair, and surveyed the two before him.
"The swirling white mist... and you say you have no idea where it came from?" Harry nodded. ÒI think that there, I may be able to help you. You see, whenever a Time-turner has broken, out of it will arise a swirling, white sort of mist. Harry, did you have a Time-turner with you?"
"No..." He said. Then he remembered the Time-turner that Fred and George had given him. "Yes. A couple friends gave it to me."
Dumbledore sighed.
"Professor," said Hermione, "er...is there any way we can get back to our own time?"
"Yes, but it will take a while."
"We can wait," said Harry. "Wait, itÕs 1977, right?"
"Yes..."
"Just making sure."
"Now," said Dumbledore. "You will obviously have to stay here as students until you can get sent back to your own time."
"OK..."
"You two are in your 7th year, are you not?"
"Yes, we are," said Hermione. "Harry and I were also appointed Head Boy and Girl, but..." she trailed off.
"Well, you will not be able to be Head Boy and Girl in this time, because those positions are filled by James and Lily."
"All right..." said Harry.
"But I will need to sort you..."
"But Professor!" Hermione protested. "WeÕre already in Gryffindor!"
"Yes, I know," said Dumbledore "In your time, your in Gryffindor, but in this time, things are different. IÕm very sorry."
"ItÕs OK," said Harry dejectedly. He turned to Hermione. "Even if we arenÕt sorted into the same house this time, we can still...er...see each other."
"Yes, thatÕs true," said Hermione, sighing. "LetÕs get this over with."
Dumbledore got up, and fetched the sorting hat, which he placed on HarryÕs head. A moment later the hat yelled out 'GRYFFINDOR!' Harry was glad that he had been placed into Gryffindor, but he was still worried about Hermione.
Dumbledore then put the hat on HermioneÕs head. It took a few minutes for the sorting hat to decide; Harry was crossing his fingers and hoping and praying that Hermione would be in Gryffindor also...however...
'RAVENCLAW!' shouted the hat. Hermione took it off of her head, looking extremely disappointed. She hugged Harry, who was also disappointed.
Oh well, thought Harry to himself. At least Hermione and I can still see each other, even if we are in different houses.
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Harry dragged himself up the stairs to the 7th year boys dormitory. His trunk and all his other things had been brought with him, and Hedwig had been put in the owlery; Harry opened the door, and saw, not the usual five bed, but six beds, for one had been added for him. Harry went over to his bed, and sat down on it.
Everyone else would be here in a few hours, and before everyone was to arrive, he, harry, and Hermione, would be in the Entrance Hall, where they would wait with the rest of the students.
Dumbledore had said that Harry would be have to be changed during his stay in his parentsÕ time; his last name, instead of being Potter, would be Longhorne. HermioneÕs last name, however, would stay the same. That brought another thing to HarryÕs mind. If he looked exactly (well, almost exactly) like his dad, some people were likely to get suspicious, so Harry brought an image of himself to his mind. He imagined this image with red hair, the nose shortened a little, and with blue eyes. Harry concentrated very hard on this image, and, with a small pop, achieved the desired results. Harry smiled to himself, and got up.
After unpacking his things, Harry thought of flying around on his broom a bit. But no, there wouldnÕt be anyone to fly with, except Hermione, and she didnÕt really like getting on brooms. Harry settled on walking around the castle, and so he headed out of the portrait hole that guarded the entrance to the Gryffindor common room..
Walking around was very therapeutic, as Harry had found on many different occasions. It gave his mind the freedom to go almost blank, thinking about nothing. At other times, walking around the castle could be helpful, but in a different way. For instance, if something was troubling him, or if he was mad at someone or something, walking helped alleviate his troubles, and helped him to think of solutions to his problems.
Right now, Harry was passing a corridor with lots of windows. He looked through them for a second before continuing. Then he saw Hermione come out of the directing in which he knew the Ravenclaw common room was.
"Hey, Hermione!"
Hermione looked up, and her mouth dropped.
"Harry?"
"Bit of a change, I know," said Harry. "But I didnÕt want to look like my dad, or people would get suspicious, so I changed myself to look like this.... How do you like it?" he asked, a little nervously.
Hermione ran up to Harry, and threw her arms around him, "I love it!" she said, before giving him a quick kiss.
Harry and Hermione spent the rest of the day together, and when it came time for them to come into the Entrance Hall, they did so anyway, but reluctantly. They had been waiting there for a few moments, when the doors to the Great Hall were opened, and Dumbledore greeted them.
"Good evening, Miss Granger and Mr. Longhorne!"
"Evening, Professor."
"The carriages should be coming of the drive right about now. You two should probably come in and sit at your respective tables."
Harry and Hermione parted at the entered the Great Hall, and Hermione sat down at the Ravenclaw table, and Harry, at the Gryffindor table. Harry waited there for a few minutes, alone, and then students began to enter the hall.
Harry felt a person sit on either side of him, and two people sit in front of him. He looked up.
"Hi, IÕm James, James Potter" said the guy sitting on HarryÕs right. "My friends and I thought you looked like you could use some company."
Harry smiled.
"Oh, IÕm Sirius Black," said the guy to HarryÕs left, "And that Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew."
Harry had felt a rush of anger at hearing PettigrewÕs name, but contained it, so no one noticed.
"And who are you?"
"Harry Longhorne," answered Harry.
"Pleased to meet, you, Harry," said Sirius.
"Likewise."
"Everyone, could I have your attention!" Dumbledore called out, putting an end to the conversations amongst the student. "Let the sorting begin!"
While he was talking, a stool was brought out, with a very tattered old wizardÕs hat on top. When the stool with the hat had been set down, the doors leading into the Entrance Hall opened, and a long line of scared looking first years entered the hall and came every closer to the hat. When they had come close enough, the Sorting Hat began to sing:
"Oh you may not think IÕm pretty, but donÕt judge on what you see, IÕll eat myself if you can find a smarter hat than me.
"When the founders of the houses were growing weary, they put some brains in me, so I could choose what houses students went to.
"There were qualities the founders admired in the students, and they put them in like this:
"The bravest would go to Gryffindor, the smartest of the smart, to good old Ravenclaw. The most cunning of the cunning went to Slytherin, and good Hufflepuff, she took only the most loyal.
"So put me on, donÕt be afraid, and I will tell you where you ought to be."
The Great Hall was filled with clapping, which was hushed by Professor McGonagall.... Harry stared wide-eyed at McGonagall. After her death in his own time, seeing her now was just...well, strange.
"Harry, wake up!" said James, waving a hand in front of HarryÕs face.
"What? Oh." Harry could hear the others sniggering, but he ignored it. Instead, he turned his attention to the sorting.
"Dakota, Sterling!" said Professor McGonagall loudly.
"GRYFFINDOR!" The Gryffindor table broke out into wild cheers and clapping as Sterling went to her seat.
"Friedman, Roy!"
A little boy with brown hair stepped up.
"RAVENCLAW!"
The Ravenclaw table broke into a storm of applause as Roy joined them.
Harry caught sight of Hermione clapping, and talking to a couple girls sitting next to her. Hermione turned around and waved, and the two girls Hermione had been talking to waved also.
"You got a girlfriend over in Ravenclaw, Harry?" asked Sirius, who had seen the girls waving at Harry.
"Yes."
"Which one?" asked James, who had also seen the girls wave at Harry.
"The one with the brown hair. Her nameÕs Hermione."
"SheÕs gorgeous!" said Sirius.
"SheÕs mine, so back off," said Harry with a smile.
"If you say so, but the blonde sitting next to her is pretty good looking too."
"You mean the girl that you went out with for only a day?" asked Remus.
"Er...yeah..." Sirius said, looking downcast. Then suddenly his face lit up. "But the red head that HarryÕs girlfriend was talking to is pretty good looking..."
"Sirius," said Remus, "if I remember correctly, you went out with her for...not even an hour before you dumped her."
"Must we get into a discussion about who Sirius has gone out with, and how long it took him to dump them? LetÕs talk about something else," said James, looking over at a certain red head that Harry recognized as his mother...well, future mother anyway. "Hey Evans!"
"No, I wonÕt go out with you."
"ThatÕs not what I was going to ask you, my love."
Lily rolled her eyes, while Peter and Sirius sniggered.
"Then what were you going to ask me?"
"I was going to ask you if youÕve met our new friend, Harry Longhorne. Harry, meet Lily Evans, the love and joy of my life."
Harry laughed and shook hands with Lily. "Nice to meet you."
"You too, Harry. Your girlfriend is very pretty," she added, so that only Harry could hear. Harry smiled.
"Well, James here thinks that youÕre the most beautiful girl in the entire school," said Harry.
Lily blushed, and smiled at James.
"Er, what was that about?" James asked.
"Nothing...nothing," said Harry.
"Let the feast begin!" said Dumbledore, and food magically appeared on the house tables.
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"IÕm hungry."
"Sirius, youÕve had three whole steaks, not to mention a mountain of other food, and youÕre still hungry?" James shook his head.
Harry, James, and Sirius walkd out of the Great Hall, and into the Entrance Hall and up the marble staircase, along with the Ravenclaws. When they reached the place where the Ravenclaws had to go one way, and the Gryffindors another, Harry pulled Hermione aside. They were watched by James, Sirius, Remus, Peter, and HermioneÕs new friends, Kathleen (the red head) and Amanda (the blonde).
"Well, good night, 'Mione," said Harry, placing his hands on either side of HermioneÕs face. Harry gave her a kiss that last so long that Sirius was beginning to tap the floor with his shoe with impatience. Finally Harry and Hermione broke apart.
"Good night, Harry."
Harry watched as Hermione, Kathleen, and Amanda walked off towards the Ravenclaw common room. Then he heard a cough behind him.
"Oh...right, well, letÕs get going..."
All the way back to the Gryffindor common room, Harry couldÕve sworn that James and Sirius kept smirking at him.
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You know what to do.
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athenakitty= your 1st question: I dunno, it was just an awkward situation, ya know? :-) your 2nd question: you'll see :-) your 3rd question: you'll find out later on in the story :-)
O'Malley the Alley Cat= yeah, but i'm not too comfortable living in the most earthquakeprone state in the US... anyway, which part of CA did you go to? you can e-mail me, if you want, so we can talk about this stuff through e-mail, and not on here. :-) my e-mail's in my bio.
Disclaimer: Don't even ask... ESPECIALLy don't ask the monkeys...they bite.
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When Harry and Hermione had reached the door that led into DumbledoreÕs office, they found that they had no need to knock, for the door was already wide open. Harry and Hermione walked into the office, but Dumbledore was no where in sight.
"Where is he?" said Hermione.
"I donÕt know where Dumbledore is!"
There was a slight cough behind them, and then a voice. "I am right here."
Harry and Hermione both turned around instantly.
"Professor-" Hermione began.
"James, I know youÕre eager to learn as much as you can," said Dumbledore to Harry, with a twinkle in his eye, "but I assure you that youÕll have plenty of time to do that during the school year."
"But...Professor..." stammered Harry. "IÕm not James, IÕm Harry. Besides, my parents are dead, remember?"
"Dead?" then Dumbledore got a closer looking at Harry. "Oh! IÕm terribly sorry that I mistook you for James! ItÕs just that...you look extraordinarily like him...except for your eyes.... Are you and James, perhaps, related in some way?"
"Yes, Professor, heÕs my dad, remember?"
Dumbledore looked a little confused. "Perhaps you'd like to sit down and explain everything," he said, sitting behind his desk, and gesturing towards two chairs.
Harry and Hermione sat down in them, and began to explain everything. How HarryÕs parents were James and Lily, how they had died, and about everything up to the part when the swirling white mist brought them to Hogwarts. When at last they reached the end of the story, which had taken an hour, maybe more, Dumbledore sat back in his chair, and surveyed the two before him.
"The swirling white mist... and you say you have no idea where it came from?" Harry nodded. ÒI think that there, I may be able to help you. You see, whenever a Time-turner has broken, out of it will arise a swirling, white sort of mist. Harry, did you have a Time-turner with you?"
"No..." He said. Then he remembered the Time-turner that Fred and George had given him. "Yes. A couple friends gave it to me."
Dumbledore sighed.
"Professor," said Hermione, "er...is there any way we can get back to our own time?"
"Yes, but it will take a while."
"We can wait," said Harry. "Wait, itÕs 1977, right?"
"Yes..."
"Just making sure."
"Now," said Dumbledore. "You will obviously have to stay here as students until you can get sent back to your own time."
"OK..."
"You two are in your 7th year, are you not?"
"Yes, we are," said Hermione. "Harry and I were also appointed Head Boy and Girl, but..." she trailed off.
"Well, you will not be able to be Head Boy and Girl in this time, because those positions are filled by James and Lily."
"All right..." said Harry.
"But I will need to sort you..."
"But Professor!" Hermione protested. "WeÕre already in Gryffindor!"
"Yes, I know," said Dumbledore "In your time, your in Gryffindor, but in this time, things are different. IÕm very sorry."
"ItÕs OK," said Harry dejectedly. He turned to Hermione. "Even if we arenÕt sorted into the same house this time, we can still...er...see each other."
"Yes, thatÕs true," said Hermione, sighing. "LetÕs get this over with."
Dumbledore got up, and fetched the sorting hat, which he placed on HarryÕs head. A moment later the hat yelled out 'GRYFFINDOR!' Harry was glad that he had been placed into Gryffindor, but he was still worried about Hermione.
Dumbledore then put the hat on HermioneÕs head. It took a few minutes for the sorting hat to decide; Harry was crossing his fingers and hoping and praying that Hermione would be in Gryffindor also...however...
'RAVENCLAW!' shouted the hat. Hermione took it off of her head, looking extremely disappointed. She hugged Harry, who was also disappointed.
Oh well, thought Harry to himself. At least Hermione and I can still see each other, even if we are in different houses.
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Harry dragged himself up the stairs to the 7th year boys dormitory. His trunk and all his other things had been brought with him, and Hedwig had been put in the owlery; Harry opened the door, and saw, not the usual five bed, but six beds, for one had been added for him. Harry went over to his bed, and sat down on it.
Everyone else would be here in a few hours, and before everyone was to arrive, he, harry, and Hermione, would be in the Entrance Hall, where they would wait with the rest of the students.
Dumbledore had said that Harry would be have to be changed during his stay in his parentsÕ time; his last name, instead of being Potter, would be Longhorne. HermioneÕs last name, however, would stay the same. That brought another thing to HarryÕs mind. If he looked exactly (well, almost exactly) like his dad, some people were likely to get suspicious, so Harry brought an image of himself to his mind. He imagined this image with red hair, the nose shortened a little, and with blue eyes. Harry concentrated very hard on this image, and, with a small pop, achieved the desired results. Harry smiled to himself, and got up.
After unpacking his things, Harry thought of flying around on his broom a bit. But no, there wouldnÕt be anyone to fly with, except Hermione, and she didnÕt really like getting on brooms. Harry settled on walking around the castle, and so he headed out of the portrait hole that guarded the entrance to the Gryffindor common room..
Walking around was very therapeutic, as Harry had found on many different occasions. It gave his mind the freedom to go almost blank, thinking about nothing. At other times, walking around the castle could be helpful, but in a different way. For instance, if something was troubling him, or if he was mad at someone or something, walking helped alleviate his troubles, and helped him to think of solutions to his problems.
Right now, Harry was passing a corridor with lots of windows. He looked through them for a second before continuing. Then he saw Hermione come out of the directing in which he knew the Ravenclaw common room was.
"Hey, Hermione!"
Hermione looked up, and her mouth dropped.
"Harry?"
"Bit of a change, I know," said Harry. "But I didnÕt want to look like my dad, or people would get suspicious, so I changed myself to look like this.... How do you like it?" he asked, a little nervously.
Hermione ran up to Harry, and threw her arms around him, "I love it!" she said, before giving him a quick kiss.
Harry and Hermione spent the rest of the day together, and when it came time for them to come into the Entrance Hall, they did so anyway, but reluctantly. They had been waiting there for a few moments, when the doors to the Great Hall were opened, and Dumbledore greeted them.
"Good evening, Miss Granger and Mr. Longhorne!"
"Evening, Professor."
"The carriages should be coming of the drive right about now. You two should probably come in and sit at your respective tables."
Harry and Hermione parted at the entered the Great Hall, and Hermione sat down at the Ravenclaw table, and Harry, at the Gryffindor table. Harry waited there for a few minutes, alone, and then students began to enter the hall.
Harry felt a person sit on either side of him, and two people sit in front of him. He looked up.
"Hi, IÕm James, James Potter" said the guy sitting on HarryÕs right. "My friends and I thought you looked like you could use some company."
Harry smiled.
"Oh, IÕm Sirius Black," said the guy to HarryÕs left, "And that Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew."
Harry had felt a rush of anger at hearing PettigrewÕs name, but contained it, so no one noticed.
"And who are you?"
"Harry Longhorne," answered Harry.
"Pleased to meet, you, Harry," said Sirius.
"Likewise."
"Everyone, could I have your attention!" Dumbledore called out, putting an end to the conversations amongst the student. "Let the sorting begin!"
While he was talking, a stool was brought out, with a very tattered old wizardÕs hat on top. When the stool with the hat had been set down, the doors leading into the Entrance Hall opened, and a long line of scared looking first years entered the hall and came every closer to the hat. When they had come close enough, the Sorting Hat began to sing:
"Oh you may not think IÕm pretty, but donÕt judge on what you see, IÕll eat myself if you can find a smarter hat than me.
"When the founders of the houses were growing weary, they put some brains in me, so I could choose what houses students went to.
"There were qualities the founders admired in the students, and they put them in like this:
"The bravest would go to Gryffindor, the smartest of the smart, to good old Ravenclaw. The most cunning of the cunning went to Slytherin, and good Hufflepuff, she took only the most loyal.
"So put me on, donÕt be afraid, and I will tell you where you ought to be."
The Great Hall was filled with clapping, which was hushed by Professor McGonagall.... Harry stared wide-eyed at McGonagall. After her death in his own time, seeing her now was just...well, strange.
"Harry, wake up!" said James, waving a hand in front of HarryÕs face.
"What? Oh." Harry could hear the others sniggering, but he ignored it. Instead, he turned his attention to the sorting.
"Dakota, Sterling!" said Professor McGonagall loudly.
"GRYFFINDOR!" The Gryffindor table broke out into wild cheers and clapping as Sterling went to her seat.
"Friedman, Roy!"
A little boy with brown hair stepped up.
"RAVENCLAW!"
The Ravenclaw table broke into a storm of applause as Roy joined them.
Harry caught sight of Hermione clapping, and talking to a couple girls sitting next to her. Hermione turned around and waved, and the two girls Hermione had been talking to waved also.
"You got a girlfriend over in Ravenclaw, Harry?" asked Sirius, who had seen the girls waving at Harry.
"Yes."
"Which one?" asked James, who had also seen the girls wave at Harry.
"The one with the brown hair. Her nameÕs Hermione."
"SheÕs gorgeous!" said Sirius.
"SheÕs mine, so back off," said Harry with a smile.
"If you say so, but the blonde sitting next to her is pretty good looking too."
"You mean the girl that you went out with for only a day?" asked Remus.
"Er...yeah..." Sirius said, looking downcast. Then suddenly his face lit up. "But the red head that HarryÕs girlfriend was talking to is pretty good looking..."
"Sirius," said Remus, "if I remember correctly, you went out with her for...not even an hour before you dumped her."
"Must we get into a discussion about who Sirius has gone out with, and how long it took him to dump them? LetÕs talk about something else," said James, looking over at a certain red head that Harry recognized as his mother...well, future mother anyway. "Hey Evans!"
"No, I wonÕt go out with you."
"ThatÕs not what I was going to ask you, my love."
Lily rolled her eyes, while Peter and Sirius sniggered.
"Then what were you going to ask me?"
"I was going to ask you if youÕve met our new friend, Harry Longhorne. Harry, meet Lily Evans, the love and joy of my life."
Harry laughed and shook hands with Lily. "Nice to meet you."
"You too, Harry. Your girlfriend is very pretty," she added, so that only Harry could hear. Harry smiled.
"Well, James here thinks that youÕre the most beautiful girl in the entire school," said Harry.
Lily blushed, and smiled at James.
"Er, what was that about?" James asked.
"Nothing...nothing," said Harry.
"Let the feast begin!" said Dumbledore, and food magically appeared on the house tables.
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"IÕm hungry."
"Sirius, youÕve had three whole steaks, not to mention a mountain of other food, and youÕre still hungry?" James shook his head.
Harry, James, and Sirius walkd out of the Great Hall, and into the Entrance Hall and up the marble staircase, along with the Ravenclaws. When they reached the place where the Ravenclaws had to go one way, and the Gryffindors another, Harry pulled Hermione aside. They were watched by James, Sirius, Remus, Peter, and HermioneÕs new friends, Kathleen (the red head) and Amanda (the blonde).
"Well, good night, 'Mione," said Harry, placing his hands on either side of HermioneÕs face. Harry gave her a kiss that last so long that Sirius was beginning to tap the floor with his shoe with impatience. Finally Harry and Hermione broke apart.
"Good night, Harry."
Harry watched as Hermione, Kathleen, and Amanda walked off towards the Ravenclaw common room. Then he heard a cough behind him.
"Oh...right, well, letÕs get going..."
All the way back to the Gryffindor common room, Harry couldÕve sworn that James and Sirius kept smirking at him.
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You know what to do.