(A/N:  Terribly sorry about the more-than-a-month wait…Can you say, "Life's a rollarcoaster?" sigh It's just been a hell of a month, and then some.

Naja607: no…no…Don't worry, as time goes on, the hints will be more and more obvious. Yeah the date thing was just a bit of fluff…not sure if its part of the plot…it might be, I'm just not sure…hmmm…hope you enjoy this chapter!

Rocky235: You've got to be kidding. Witch Woman? Where on earth did you get W? It was X, you know, from X-Men? Naja607 got it right with Storm. I told you last chapter; Elizabeth was not Severus. She wouldn't know anything about that. The dress was in the same fashion as was worn between 1910 and 1920. It was not made between 1910 and 1920.

Hint 3: It's from a movie.

Hint 4: Her co-star is Tobey Maguire's best friend.

Maybe you'll get it now…possibly not, because I don't think either of you are as obsessed about Tobey Maguire as I was so you wouldn't know his best friend…unless you happened to catch something by chance…Good luck. Hey, if after three more chapters, you still don't get it, I'll just tell you, and then you'll be smacking your forehead saying "D'OH!"

Christmas vacation was over, and everyone was getting back to work.

"I've got something to tell you the minute we get the chance," Elizabeth whispered to Harry on the way to potions.

"Charms is the perfect place," he replied.

After fifty minutes of keeping silence, the trio trooped to charms.

"Today, we will be learning how to make miniature moving items. On each desk is a simple, bewitched, wooden shape. Beside it is a small block of wood. There will be two charms that will be used today, so do not worry if you can not whittle," Flitwick explained. "The two charms are formo and effingo. Formo is the spell that will make the wooden block the same shape as the bigger object. Effingo will copy the movements and make the smaller object move the same way."

"I got a letter last night with something really weird in it," Elizabeth started, once everyone was preoccupied with their charms.

"What was it?" Ron asked.

"It had this strange locket. My parents told me it was my grandmother, and it talks."

"It talks? A locket?" Harry repeated.

"Yeah—"

"Why don't you try it out?" Ron asked.

"Uh…I would have," Elizabeth paused. "But I lost it. I have no idea where it could be."

"Elizabeth," Ron moaned. "It might've been something important!"

"Where did you last see it?" asked Harry.

"If I knew that, I wouldn't have lost it, now, would I?"

After useless bickering, the three of them understood that the locket was gone. The argument ended when they entered the transfiguration classroom.

"I know you have skimmed the topic of animagus some years ago, but this is the time when few of you might discover that you are natural animagi. Now, does that mean that all you have to do is blink and become any animal at will? Certainly not. There is still a sufficient amount of studying and practice that goes into a natural animagus' training. It simply doesn't take quite as long. Whereas a person who decides that they wish to become an animagus one morning may need to study for two years before even attempting to transform, a natural animagus studies for two months. The main question is what should you study? For any of you who find the signs of a natural animagus in your friends, you may wish to tell them that the required reading material is not attainable at Hogwarts."

Moans followed this speech. Harry, who found it absurd to be a natural animagus, laughed a little at McGonagall's egging on. He knew she told the class that they still might have a chance for becoming animagi and then blasted their hopes deliberately. He stopped laughing as he looked at Elizabeth's crestfallen face.

Trying to forget the day the three just had, they marched to dinner quietly almost seven hours later. The teachers loaded on the homework. Even Professor McGonagall, who had said that the needed books were unavailable through Hogwarts, had assigned an essay on the signs of a natural animagus. Flitwick had them practice the copying charms so that they could do them perfectly tomorrow, Snape had them researching certain ingredients, and Blade made fifth years and up write up an essay about Patronuses and anyone who didn't know how to conjure one, even slightly, was instructed to try and try under the leaders of their years.

All in all, Harry would have been surprised if his right arm didn't fall right off after all the homework was finished.

"What the bloody hell is an esophagus?" Ron asked. He looked over the potions list.

"It's a part of the body. You know, where the food goes down to get to the stomach?" Elizabeth explained.

"Right…well, it says you need a dragon esophagus for some weird, dangerous potion. Can't even pronounce the thing," he said.

"Look out!" Harry shouted as a raven swooped near their heads. As fast as it flew in, it was gone the minute they tried to get a closer look at it.

"Okay, I just got used to owls. Now I have to get used to ravens, too?" Elizabeth questioned.

"Witches and wizards usually use owls," commented Harry.

"Unless their evil witches or wizards." The three cast a dark glance at each other.

That night, Harry was really worried that he had some kind of illness that brought on sleep deprivation. Images of ravens and lockets swirled in his mind. He got up to walk around in the Common Room when he saw a glint of gold in a corner. He went over by it and saw that it was a necklace with a gold, heart-shaped pendant. There were weird markings on it. Curiosity got the better of him as he opened it. He had to squint to get a good look.

Inside was a picture of an elderly woman with short, black hair that was streaked with gray. She had large brown eyes, much like a dog's. She had a large, hooked nose and a thin smile. Unless he was mistaken, Harry could have sworn the woman's eyes twinkled.

"Who are you?" Harry asked aloud. He made to close it.

"I am Gloria Pentillo."

He reopened it and looked at the woman in surprise. He hadn't expected it to talk back.

"That's better. I've been closed for so long. Only certain people can open me, you see," she said.

"Who do you belong to?" Harry asked.

"Well, myself, when I was alive. I was planning on giving it to my eldest granddaughter, the only who would be able to open me save for one other family." She paused and her big eyes widened. "Jack! You've found me! Did I go back in time? What happened? Why do you look like you're still in Hogwarts?" She continued the rapid fire of questions, and quit when she saw Harry looked utterly confused.

"You're not Jack Potter, are you?" she inquired sadly.

"No. I'm Harry."

"Of course. Completely foolish of me to think I'd gone back in time. It's just…I miss him. I truly do." Her eyes gained a glassy look, as though she wanted to cry.

"Who's Jack Potter?"

"Jack Potter is the father of James Potter. I think it's safe to assume that you are the son of James Potter."

"Yeah. How do you know my family?"

"One can get quite bored with answering and asking questions. But I must ask one more. Is my eldest granddaughter, Elizabeth Pentillo, here? There is something of importance she must witness."

"She's sleeping at the moment. What are you going to show her?"

The locket gazed thoughtfully. "I suppose I can show you. After all, you were present. Now, Harry Potter, do you trust me enough to put the past behind you and accept the chance to see this memory?"

"Sure." Uncertain of what the locket meant exactly, he had no time to think on it before he was sucked into the locket. Talk about diaries and Pensieves happening all over again.

(Once again, sorry for the wait!!!!!! TT)