Disclaimer: Do I look like J.K. Rowling to you?
Okay, I just read the fifth book, and a few things are different than I originally planed them. For example, James has hazel eyes not blue. A few other things happened that I won't mention, but I had to re-plan a lot of the story around it. So if the story seems a little off balance for a while, it's because I'm trying to write the story without giving away what happened in the fifth book to people who haven't read it yet. Once I think enough time has passed for most people too have read the book, I'll start saying things straight out.
If you have read the book and you see something in the first two chapters that doesn't really fit in, please remember that it was written before the release of the fifth book.
I would also like to apologize for the lack of updates lately, but I had to study for evil end-of-year exams. Now that school is over, I should have plenty of time to write.
Volley Ball Chicka: Sorry it wasn't next week. I wanted to wait until I read Harry Potter and The Order of the Phoenix. Which I now have.
Moon Princess: I like weird. Weird is good.
Me: Well I guess you don't have to wait any longer
Aquagurl13: Would you like your eye back?
Twyster: Is lurv a word?
Angel Dust: My couples are the best? Yay!!!
lydz: Yes Sir! Right away Sir! (Or ma'am)
Miss Shirley-Blythe: Okie-Dokie.
Mel: You're not losing your touch, I'm just used to death threats. I have a murderous best friend. If I had thought of the Wheazey before, I would've used that name. And who doesn't love Dobby?
Doneril: It's called sarcasm. I confuse everybody, don't worry about it. Why would I be all slashy or Harry-must-die-and-kill-Voldemort-ish? If a character ever gave a sign of liking the same sex, I would probably be slashy with them. (Well that sounded wrong. You know what I mean.) And in one of my stories, Harry did die and kill Voldemort.
Atlant-avalon1.1: Atlanta: I'll just have to try harder won't I?
Avalon: I'll try.
kittykat52788: =^_^=
Tara: What would a time travel story be without a Snape encounter? And what would a school be without classes?
Carpe DiemImmediately after reaching the common room (which looked the same as ever) Harry, Ron and Ginny were pulled aside by Hermione.
"Remember, not a word about what happens to them in the future," Harry had known that he couldn't warn his parents and Sirius, but to hear Hermione say it crushed the hopes he hadn't even know existed. His disappointment must have shown on his face because Hermione shot him a sympathetic glance. "I know you want to Harry, but think of how it would effect everything that happens in the future. Including your defeat of Voldemort."
"Our defeat," he said automatically and Hermione nodded slightly. He may have been the one to deliver the final blow to Voldemort at the end of their sixth year, but he never could have done it without the support of his friends.
He could feel the eyes of his parents and their friends on his back. Casting a glance over his shoulder, he saw them looking at him and the others with curious eyes, whispering quietly to one another, though he noticed when Arabella and Sirius accidentally bumped heads in their whispering, they straightened and glared at each other fiercely. Vaguely, he wondered who Arabella was. She was much to young to be the same Arabella Figg that had looked after him when he was younger.
Turning his attention back to his friends, Harry sighed. "I know, I know. I've heard it before, remember Mione?" Hermione blushed faintly; she seemed to do that whenever he called her 'Mione'. He and Ron were the only people she allowed to call her nicknames, but whenever Ron called her 'Hermy' (which was his nickname for her) Harry could tell she just barely tolerated it. "I just hope Malfoy is smart enough to keep his mouth shut. I could just see him warning his father about his arrest."
"I don't think he's that stupid," put in Ginny. "He may be a git, but he knows how much trouble he'd be in. Besides, I don't think he really agrees with what his father did, anymore."
"Lets hope so."
A sudden yelp from behind them turned the little group around, where Arabella was glaring at Sirius and her hand was hovering beside her robe pocket, where Harry suspected her wand was probably located, and Sirius doubled over in laughter.
"It—It wasn't—me!" he managed to gasp out between gales of laughter while the others tried to keep a straight face.
"I really don't see what you think is so funny Black! Its really just—"
"Oh so I'm Black now am I?" Sirius had stopped laughing, but he still had tears of laughter in his eyes. "I haven't been Black for—what?—three or four months?—I must be losing my touch." Harry was overjoyed to see his Godfather laugh. He hadn't heard that barking laugh in almost two years, not since the Christmas before… Harry cut of his train of thought. He didn't want to think about what had happened, not when the pain was just starting to lessen.
"What happened?" asked Hermione anxiously.
"He pinched me!" Arabella cried indignantly.
"I did not!" protested Sirius. "It was a spell," he added matter-of-factly.
"The effects still the same! It still felt like you pinched me! That's what counts."
"Now, now children. Lets stop flirting, shall we?" said Remus, who immediately looked like he regretted opening his mouth as both Sirius and Arabella turned glares at him and shouted, "WE ARE NOT FLIRTING!" at the same time before exchanging astonished glares and storming in opposite directions towards their respective dormitories.
Once both doors had slammed shut, Lily broke into a fit of giggles while James smirked and Remus looked a bit frightened. Peter was snoring on the couch.
"What was that about?" asked Ginny.
"I probably shouldn't have said that in front of Bell," said Remus more to himself than to the others. "I'll be 'Lupin' for weeks, and when she calls you by your surname…"he shuddered slightly, "…she's worse than Sirius."
"Moony, my friend, I advise you to sleep with your eyes open for long, long, while. Bella can hold a grudge," James said the last bit in a tone that suggested he knew from experience.
"Well, it's the truth isn't it? They don't realize it, but they've been flirting since third year!"
"Actually, when you think about it, they've been flirting since around Christmas of our first year," said Lily, who had stopped giggling. "They were just much nicer about it."
"Well, we have classes tomorrow, and I would like to get some sleep before Bell has time to plan anything."
"She can't possibly be that bad, can she?" questioned Ginny.
"Obviously you've never met her in the future. I wonder why? The only time she's not with Lily is when she's on a date." Ginny and Harry exchanged a glance.
"We know an Arabella Figg, but they can't be the same person. Mrs. Figg is a Squib," Ron said bluntly.
"That would be our Bella's mother. A nutter with a load of cats?" said James. Harry nodded, but Hermione didn't seem too pleased.
"Harry! Mrs. Figg has saved your life at least—" she cut off at the curious looks of the others. "Never mind," she finished lamely. There was a moment of awkward silence that was only broken when Peter suddenly started awake.
"Wha'd I miss?" he asked blearily.
Remus shook his head. "Nothing Peter. C'mon, lets go to bed. We have potions first thing tomorrow morning." Ron groaned, but turned obediently and went up to the seventh year boys' dormitory, Harry right behind him. They found that two extra beds had been placed in the room, with spare pajamas folded neatly at the foot of each. The boys changed silently and climbed into bed, the air practically sparkling with curiosity.
Harry lay awake long after the other boys' breathing had slowed, his mind whirling with all the fantasies he had ever had about talking to his parents and Godfather again. Finally, he fell into a fitful sleep filled with green light and mad, high-pitched laughter.