Chapter 2 "I don't know how you talked me into this!" Ron was on his hands and knees struggling with Harry on his back. "Just hold still. I almost have it. Besides if you had gone to that body building camp, like your mum said, you wouldn't have this problem." Harry handled the stone basin with a tender touch. "Man, Hermione better get home soon. You're starting to sound like her!" "Shut up and stop trembling!" Harry, to Ron's relief, stepped onto the floor. Draco was waiting for just the right moment to step in and bust them. "Wow! Snape's definitely upgraded his Pensieve." Harry admired the shining stone basin. "What do mean, Harry?" "I read about these new Pensieves in the Daily Prophet. They actually let you interact with the people in the memories. And you don't have to stick by the person having the memory." "Really?" "Well... what do we have here, Potter?" "Malfoy!" "You've got that right, Weasly!" Draco Malfoy casually strolled into Snape's classroom. Wearing his usual smirk on his pallid visage as he ran his fingers through his own slick hair, giving him an even haughtier aura. As he trotted up to the table where Ron and Harry stood with the Pensieve he tripped over heaven knows what. Unfortunately they never knew what Draco tripped over because he knocked them all face first into the Pensieve. Draco Ron and Harry found themselves standing on the grounds surrounded by people. "Brilliant, Klutzo! Bloody BRILLIANT!" Ron threw his arms up in exasperation. "Great! I'm stuck in the past with Potter and Weasly! This can't get any worse!" "Oh shut it, Malfoy!" Harry leaned on the trunk of a twisted birch tree. "We wouldn't be in this mess if it wasn't for you. You just had to follow us. And you just had to trip over God knows what and knock us into the Pensieve!" "What about you two?! If you morons wouldn't have been sneaking around in the professor's office, I wouldn't have followed you!" "What are you guys talking about?" They all turned to see a redhead about sixteen years old, standing over Harry. Next to her was a brunet with bright blue eyes. "Would you bug off!" Draco waved her away and flopped down next to a rock, obviously stressed out. "Don't mind him he's... on a hangover." Harry stood up to greet the stranger. "I'm... Greg Mortan that's Ralph Gypsim," he said pointing to Draco, "and Jordan Roabons." He added suggesting toward Ron. "Well, Hi! I'm Lilly Evans!" "Yeah, me Megan! ME MEGAN! ME MEGAN! The blue- eyed girl bounced up and down. Oh my God, Harry's mom is HOT! Ron thought to himself. His mouth was hanging open practically to his knees. "Dude, your jaw broken or something?" Megan sat next to Ron and casually flipped his jaw up with her finger. "Uhhh... glad to meet you Lilly." Harry was too shocked to be talking to his mom. "And me right? Me too, huh? Ya glad to meet me right?" "Yeah glad to meet ya mudblood, now back off." "Shut it... Ralph." Ron stood up. "Excuse me but I'm a pureblood. And the fact that Lilly's parents are muggles does not mean anything!" "Like he said, he's on a hangover." "Ya know he looks remarkably like Lucious Malfoy." "Yeah imagine that." Malfoy said as sarcastically as he could.