YAY! Chapter 7
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"What is he doing?" Ron asked Harry, with his eyes wide open in surprise and curiosity.
"Bloody Hell, Why is he poking his eye out?" Ron asked again.
Ron looked at Professor Lutter who was standing in front of the mirror and he looked as if he was poking his eye. Lutter turned around to see Ron and Harry standing by the door. He obviously heard what Ron said.
"I wasn't poking my eye, Mr. Weasley. I was putting on contact lens." Lutter said, taking a small round container, with the word 'opticare' written on it, and threw it to Ron. Ron looked at the container and later, looked at Harry questioningly.
"It's a muggle thing." Harry replied.
"It is just like wearing glasses. The difference is that contact lens can be put directly onto the eye." Lutter answered.
"Why didn't you use magic?" Ron asked.
"Correcting your eyesight with magic is dangerous." Lutter replied, and took the container back from Ron.
"Why are the two of you here?" Lutter asked.
"I just wanted to know if I have an extra class today." Harry replied.
"Yes you do, Mr. Potter." Lutter replied, and Harry began to protest, but Lutter interrupted. "You will be fine without going for today's Quidditch practice." Lutter said.
"The both of you better get going." Lutter added. Harry and Ron started to leave.
"Don't forget to be here at three." Lutter reminded Harry, as Harry and Ron were leaving
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Hermione was in the great hall. She was playing with her food. She kept thinking of what happened the day before. She had stumbled over a Pensieve in Professor Lutter's office. She couldn't keep the Images of what she had seen out of her head. After Lutter had pulled her out of the Pensieve, she had panicked and got out of the office as fast as she could.
Was Lutter who he claims to be? A Pensieve is contains thoughts and memories. Whatever she had seen was a memory. What if Lutter was a death eater, and had seen Ron's and Ginny's death. But, how could he have seen their deaths when they are not even dead yet? Hermione couldn't take it. She had to know. She stood up so suddenly that many students gave her curious stares. She didn't really care. She just wanted to know what was going on. Hermione walked quickly out of the great hall and towards Lutter's, or whoever he was, office.
Hermione hid when she saw Ron and Harry coming out of Lutter's office. She didn't know why she hid. It was just a reaction. She heard Lutter saying something about Harry's class at three. Ron and Harry went past her without noticing. When they were out of sight, Hermione crept into Lutter's office. She knew that it could be dangerous to see him alone, if he was a death eater.
Hermione looked around and saw Lutter. He was sitting at his desk, his eyes were closed, and his hands were covering his face. He looked quite distraught. Hermione stared at him; she didn't know what to do. Lutter looked up, he took a pair of glasses from the table and put them on.
"Hermione!" Lutter said in surprise when he saw Hermione standing by the door.
Hermione stood there. She was too shocked to move. Lutter's eyes were not brown, but they were emerald green and on his forehead was a too familiar lightning bolt scar. There was only one thing that came to her mind, which she wasn't even sure was true. James Lutter is Harry Potter.
"Harry?" Hermione managed to choke out.
"Damn, I should never take those contact lenses off." Harry said to himself before getting up. He didn't know what to say. 'Just say something.' He thought to himself. 'Just say anything!' he screamed in his head, when he couldn't say anything.
"Hi." Harry said. It was the only thing he could think of saying.
"Are you?" Hermione asked, beginning to wonder if he really is Harry. What if he drank some polyjuice potion? She thought to herself. Wait, but Harry is 16, this person is in his early twenties.
Harry nodded, answering Hermione question. He somehow understood that she was asking him if he was Harry potter.
"How do I know you're really who you say you are." Hermione said.
"I'll show you." Harry said, walking towards the door. Hermione moved away from the door letting him pass, and go out of the office.
"Follow me." Harry said to Hermione who was standing by the door. Hermione didn't move. "I'm not a death eater." Harry said trying to reassure Hermione.
"Prove it." Hermione said, still standing in the same spot. Harry pulled up his sleeve showing his hand, which didn't bear the Dark Mark. Hermione still didn't budge.
"You have to take the risk if you want to find out." Harry said. He started walking. Hermione followed him, but she was a few feet behind.
"Where are we going?" Hermione asked after they had walked for a while.
"Here." Harry said opening the door to his room.
Hermione looked around. She looked around and saw two beds, one on each end of the room. There was a sofa at the front of the room, in front of the fireplace. There was a door at the back of the room, which Hermione guessed, was the toilet. There were windows on the left side of the room. The room was quite spacious and roomy, since there were not many things in it.
"What did you want to show me?" Hermione asked. Harry opened a trunk, which looked very familiar to Hermione. He pulled out a piece of parchment. He turned around facing Hermione, but he was looking at the parchment.
"I swear I am up to no good." Harry said. The parchment was now a map. He handed it to Hermione. She took the map quizzically and looked at it. She looked around and saw a dot with her name, and she was in the teacher's dormitory. She then saw another dot that was in front of hers and the name written was Harry Potter.
"Believe me now?" Harry asked. Hermione nodded and handed it to Harry. How could there be two Harry's?
"I'm from the future." Harry said, as if he could read Hermione's mind. He sat down on the bed, and Hermione sat next to him.
"Is whatever that I saw in the Pensieve, really happened?" Hermione asked. Harry nodded.
"Voldemort is going to strike Hogwarts" Harry said.
"You mean Ron and Ginny are going to die, Sirius is going to go back to Azkaban, and Dumbledore will never be found?" Hermione asked.
"I'm not about to let all that happen." Harry said.
"What about You-Know-who?"
" He somehow found a way to return, three years after the attack, and it was like repeating history."
"And you are here to change the outcome of all this" Hermione said, being more curious than ever, but she was also feeling quite scared. She didn't want anything like what she had seen to happen. Harry nodded.
"Isn't it dangerous? Altering the past can cause a major change in the future, which might not be good at all." Hermione said.
"I'm here to make a really major change. I have nothing to lose. Nobody has anything to lose when Voldemort is in power, again." Harry said. Hermione knew he was right. Hermione had the urge to ask what had happened to her in the future, but she decided she didn't want to know.
Sirius entered the room.
"Hey, James." Sirius greeted looking from Harry to Hermione.
"It's okay Sirius, she knows." Harry said.
"Sirius knows?" Hermione asked.
"Hermione knows?" Sirius asked at the same time.
"Now, only the both of you and Hagrid know." Harry said.
"Why does Hermione know?" Sirius asked.
"She found out herself, I had no other choice, but to tell her."
"You knew all this while?" Hermione asked Sirius.
"Yup, when he first knocked on the door, I thought James (James Potter) was back from the dead. But then I saw the scar. I let him in and he explained to me everything. We had to somehow get Dumbledore to hire Harry. So, we went to Hagrid and asked for his help." Sirius said.
Hermione looked at Harry. He did look like his father. She had seen a few photos of Harry's father and Harry look just like him. She didn't know why she did not notice it before. Nobody, except for Sirius had noticed.
"It's almost three, I need to go back to the office." Harry said.
"I'll go with you, I don't want to get caught here." Hermione said getting up.
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It was already three. Ron had gone to Quidditch practice, Hermione was nowhere to be found, and Harry was running to Lutter's office. He had lost track of time and was late. He made a sharp turn to the right. Harry reached Lutter's office. He was ten minutes late. Harry reached for the door handle to open it, but the door opened before he could even touch the handle. He was surprised when he saw Hermione in front of him. Why was she in Lutter's office?
"Hermione? What are you doing here?" Harry asked.
"Nothing." Hermione answered.
"Harry, you're ten minutes late." Professor Lutter said, preventing him from asking Hermione any more questions.
"Sorry, I lost track of time." Harry said, closing the door behind him and went to sit down.
"By the way, today might be your last class." Lutter said.
"Really?" Harry asked.
"Yes, if you can remember the 'Enimitos Rivirsi Defitey' spell." Lutter said.
"Isn't that the spell that can work with a few kinds of potions?" Harry asked.
"Yes. You're close. I need you to memorize everything that there is to know about the spell." Lutter said and handed him a thick book. " The spell is in the book. Do you think you can finish memorizing by the end of today's class? If you cant, you can take the book, and memorize it on your own in three days time. And if you cannot get it, then you will have to come in another three days. It will go on and on until you get it." Lutter said.
Harry opened the book to look at the spell. He knew that he was going to have a hard time when he saw that there were four pages dedicated to the spell.
"I don't think I can memorize it by today." Harry said.
"That's okay, you can go. But don't forget to come back in three days." Lutter said.
"Thank you." Harry got off the chair and went out of the office carrying the thick book. He's not Hermione. He can't memorize everything in three days. How does Hermione do it? He thought as he walked to the common room with the thick book in hand.
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IM done!!!
Since I had already made it too obvious that the teacher was Harry, I decide to let it out and have some fun from his point of view later on in more chapters. Any questions please ask. thank you to all those who review. Please review!!!!!
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"What is he doing?" Ron asked Harry, with his eyes wide open in surprise and curiosity.
"Bloody Hell, Why is he poking his eye out?" Ron asked again.
Ron looked at Professor Lutter who was standing in front of the mirror and he looked as if he was poking his eye. Lutter turned around to see Ron and Harry standing by the door. He obviously heard what Ron said.
"I wasn't poking my eye, Mr. Weasley. I was putting on contact lens." Lutter said, taking a small round container, with the word 'opticare' written on it, and threw it to Ron. Ron looked at the container and later, looked at Harry questioningly.
"It's a muggle thing." Harry replied.
"It is just like wearing glasses. The difference is that contact lens can be put directly onto the eye." Lutter answered.
"Why didn't you use magic?" Ron asked.
"Correcting your eyesight with magic is dangerous." Lutter replied, and took the container back from Ron.
"Why are the two of you here?" Lutter asked.
"I just wanted to know if I have an extra class today." Harry replied.
"Yes you do, Mr. Potter." Lutter replied, and Harry began to protest, but Lutter interrupted. "You will be fine without going for today's Quidditch practice." Lutter said.
"The both of you better get going." Lutter added. Harry and Ron started to leave.
"Don't forget to be here at three." Lutter reminded Harry, as Harry and Ron were leaving
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Hermione was in the great hall. She was playing with her food. She kept thinking of what happened the day before. She had stumbled over a Pensieve in Professor Lutter's office. She couldn't keep the Images of what she had seen out of her head. After Lutter had pulled her out of the Pensieve, she had panicked and got out of the office as fast as she could.
Was Lutter who he claims to be? A Pensieve is contains thoughts and memories. Whatever she had seen was a memory. What if Lutter was a death eater, and had seen Ron's and Ginny's death. But, how could he have seen their deaths when they are not even dead yet? Hermione couldn't take it. She had to know. She stood up so suddenly that many students gave her curious stares. She didn't really care. She just wanted to know what was going on. Hermione walked quickly out of the great hall and towards Lutter's, or whoever he was, office.
Hermione hid when she saw Ron and Harry coming out of Lutter's office. She didn't know why she hid. It was just a reaction. She heard Lutter saying something about Harry's class at three. Ron and Harry went past her without noticing. When they were out of sight, Hermione crept into Lutter's office. She knew that it could be dangerous to see him alone, if he was a death eater.
Hermione looked around and saw Lutter. He was sitting at his desk, his eyes were closed, and his hands were covering his face. He looked quite distraught. Hermione stared at him; she didn't know what to do. Lutter looked up, he took a pair of glasses from the table and put them on.
"Hermione!" Lutter said in surprise when he saw Hermione standing by the door.
Hermione stood there. She was too shocked to move. Lutter's eyes were not brown, but they were emerald green and on his forehead was a too familiar lightning bolt scar. There was only one thing that came to her mind, which she wasn't even sure was true. James Lutter is Harry Potter.
"Harry?" Hermione managed to choke out.
"Damn, I should never take those contact lenses off." Harry said to himself before getting up. He didn't know what to say. 'Just say something.' He thought to himself. 'Just say anything!' he screamed in his head, when he couldn't say anything.
"Hi." Harry said. It was the only thing he could think of saying.
"Are you?" Hermione asked, beginning to wonder if he really is Harry. What if he drank some polyjuice potion? She thought to herself. Wait, but Harry is 16, this person is in his early twenties.
Harry nodded, answering Hermione question. He somehow understood that she was asking him if he was Harry potter.
"How do I know you're really who you say you are." Hermione said.
"I'll show you." Harry said, walking towards the door. Hermione moved away from the door letting him pass, and go out of the office.
"Follow me." Harry said to Hermione who was standing by the door. Hermione didn't move. "I'm not a death eater." Harry said trying to reassure Hermione.
"Prove it." Hermione said, still standing in the same spot. Harry pulled up his sleeve showing his hand, which didn't bear the Dark Mark. Hermione still didn't budge.
"You have to take the risk if you want to find out." Harry said. He started walking. Hermione followed him, but she was a few feet behind.
"Where are we going?" Hermione asked after they had walked for a while.
"Here." Harry said opening the door to his room.
Hermione looked around. She looked around and saw two beds, one on each end of the room. There was a sofa at the front of the room, in front of the fireplace. There was a door at the back of the room, which Hermione guessed, was the toilet. There were windows on the left side of the room. The room was quite spacious and roomy, since there were not many things in it.
"What did you want to show me?" Hermione asked. Harry opened a trunk, which looked very familiar to Hermione. He pulled out a piece of parchment. He turned around facing Hermione, but he was looking at the parchment.
"I swear I am up to no good." Harry said. The parchment was now a map. He handed it to Hermione. She took the map quizzically and looked at it. She looked around and saw a dot with her name, and she was in the teacher's dormitory. She then saw another dot that was in front of hers and the name written was Harry Potter.
"Believe me now?" Harry asked. Hermione nodded and handed it to Harry. How could there be two Harry's?
"I'm from the future." Harry said, as if he could read Hermione's mind. He sat down on the bed, and Hermione sat next to him.
"Is whatever that I saw in the Pensieve, really happened?" Hermione asked. Harry nodded.
"Voldemort is going to strike Hogwarts" Harry said.
"You mean Ron and Ginny are going to die, Sirius is going to go back to Azkaban, and Dumbledore will never be found?" Hermione asked.
"I'm not about to let all that happen." Harry said.
"What about You-Know-who?"
" He somehow found a way to return, three years after the attack, and it was like repeating history."
"And you are here to change the outcome of all this" Hermione said, being more curious than ever, but she was also feeling quite scared. She didn't want anything like what she had seen to happen. Harry nodded.
"Isn't it dangerous? Altering the past can cause a major change in the future, which might not be good at all." Hermione said.
"I'm here to make a really major change. I have nothing to lose. Nobody has anything to lose when Voldemort is in power, again." Harry said. Hermione knew he was right. Hermione had the urge to ask what had happened to her in the future, but she decided she didn't want to know.
Sirius entered the room.
"Hey, James." Sirius greeted looking from Harry to Hermione.
"It's okay Sirius, she knows." Harry said.
"Sirius knows?" Hermione asked.
"Hermione knows?" Sirius asked at the same time.
"Now, only the both of you and Hagrid know." Harry said.
"Why does Hermione know?" Sirius asked.
"She found out herself, I had no other choice, but to tell her."
"You knew all this while?" Hermione asked Sirius.
"Yup, when he first knocked on the door, I thought James (James Potter) was back from the dead. But then I saw the scar. I let him in and he explained to me everything. We had to somehow get Dumbledore to hire Harry. So, we went to Hagrid and asked for his help." Sirius said.
Hermione looked at Harry. He did look like his father. She had seen a few photos of Harry's father and Harry look just like him. She didn't know why she did not notice it before. Nobody, except for Sirius had noticed.
"It's almost three, I need to go back to the office." Harry said.
"I'll go with you, I don't want to get caught here." Hermione said getting up.
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It was already three. Ron had gone to Quidditch practice, Hermione was nowhere to be found, and Harry was running to Lutter's office. He had lost track of time and was late. He made a sharp turn to the right. Harry reached Lutter's office. He was ten minutes late. Harry reached for the door handle to open it, but the door opened before he could even touch the handle. He was surprised when he saw Hermione in front of him. Why was she in Lutter's office?
"Hermione? What are you doing here?" Harry asked.
"Nothing." Hermione answered.
"Harry, you're ten minutes late." Professor Lutter said, preventing him from asking Hermione any more questions.
"Sorry, I lost track of time." Harry said, closing the door behind him and went to sit down.
"By the way, today might be your last class." Lutter said.
"Really?" Harry asked.
"Yes, if you can remember the 'Enimitos Rivirsi Defitey' spell." Lutter said.
"Isn't that the spell that can work with a few kinds of potions?" Harry asked.
"Yes. You're close. I need you to memorize everything that there is to know about the spell." Lutter said and handed him a thick book. " The spell is in the book. Do you think you can finish memorizing by the end of today's class? If you cant, you can take the book, and memorize it on your own in three days time. And if you cannot get it, then you will have to come in another three days. It will go on and on until you get it." Lutter said.
Harry opened the book to look at the spell. He knew that he was going to have a hard time when he saw that there were four pages dedicated to the spell.
"I don't think I can memorize it by today." Harry said.
"That's okay, you can go. But don't forget to come back in three days." Lutter said.
"Thank you." Harry got off the chair and went out of the office carrying the thick book. He's not Hermione. He can't memorize everything in three days. How does Hermione do it? He thought as he walked to the common room with the thick book in hand.
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IM done!!!
Since I had already made it too obvious that the teacher was Harry, I decide to let it out and have some fun from his point of view later on in more chapters. Any questions please ask. thank you to all those who review. Please review!!!!!