He he.... I have so many ideaaaaaaas...... So, there will be two more stories, A Link to the Present; Hermione's Story, A Link to the Future; Ron's Story. I just have sooooo many ideas for these two. and this one Oh, what am I doing? I have to finish this one first! Oh whatever. I'm just going to work as hard as I can, but at my pace of course.

So, my friend Fox gave me ideas for this fanfiction, so thankies my wonderful friend! So, we have things coming up.....

;; Not too many reviews for last chapter. Alas, none at all. Oh well, life is how it turns out to be.

Edit;; Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! Yeah, I'm pissed. I had to reupload all the fucking chapters, so here you go. Fuck. And sorry about my cursing.

Disclaimer: Nopes, still own nothing. -remembers plot- Oh, I own the plot thing of course. Not really.... XD

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Chapter Three
Hogwarts' Finest

"Harry James Potter! If you don't wake up this instant, I swear, I will throttle you in your sleep!" shrieked an infuriated Hermione. My green eyes snapped open to see Hermione's red face, and an uncertain Ron behind her shoulder. Where was I? I glanced blearily around and remembered the common room.

The notebook. The diary. My parents.

All that happened last night?

I let out a tired sigh and put a hand to my forehead, only to be pulled up by Hermione instantly.

"We're going to be late if you don't ready your arse up this minute!" She cried, shoving me up towards the Boys' Dormitory. I rolled my eyes and dragged my weary body up the stairs, groaning with each step.

"Damn it." I hissed as I stumbled into the spherical room. I staggered towards the bathroom, splashing cool water onto my face. Glancing down at my robes, I swore silently at the tiny splotch of blood. "Damn, damn, damn."

I walked to my suitcase, grabbing a clean set of robes, which I changed as quickly as possible into. As I grabbed my bookbag, I heard another shriek from Hermione.

"Damn it 'Mione, I'm coming!!" I hollered loudly as I darted down the stairs.. 'Crazy woman.' I thought. 'Why can't she be sentimental again?'

"Stop cursing and let's go!" Hermione snapped, leading the way to the Portrait door. I fell in step with Ron, who flashed me an expression of apology.

"Must be that time of month mate." He whispered as he strode to catch up with the snapping girl.

"Potter! Stop daydreaming and get back to work!" snapped Professor McGonagall, peering at me from under her dark spectacles.

I jumped about a mile in my seat, shaking my head fervently. "Sorry Professor." I said hastily, going back to work. If only she knew how hard it was to transfigure a bird into goblet. That red book, that diary, or whatever it was.... it kept coming to my mind. I couldn't stop thinking of it. It was an endangermen? To who? Me? I let out a sigh of relief when the bell chimed, saving me from drowning in my thoughts.

"Harry, are you alright?" asked Ron, glancing at me from the side of his vision as we sauntered back to the Common Room. Thank the lord that Transfiguration was our last class for the day. Such a pain in the arse. I looked at Ron, noting the clear concern that had sunken on his face.

"Yea, I'm fine. I've just been.... thinking a lot more lately." I answered, getting lost in my thoughts once more. That dream with Voldemort... then the diary. Why did I feel they connected?

"Do you like Malfoy?"

"Yeah." I answered, not really listening to Ron at all. I came back to reality as I heard laughter about two feet behind me. Turning around, I saw Ron, laughing at me. "Damn mate, you really are thinking! You just said you liked the blonde ferret!"

My mouth fell down in disgust. "I did not. You're just saying that." I said rather stubbornly. Ron just shook his head, coming next to me as we resumed our walk to the Gryffindor Tower. "And you just sounded like 'Mione!" He laughed once more. I just stared at my red-headed friend lazily. For some reason, I didn't want to deal with Ron's laughing fits and jokes today.

"Ron, shut the hell up and leave me alone." I said grimly, striding away from him, wondering why the hell I had said that.

It wasn't me who was talking.

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"Hello Harry."

I smiled down at the moving image of my mother. Once again, she was alone, since it was against my father's orders to even look at the book. Mum was smiling at me sadly, and my heart lurched. Oh, how I yearned to be with them.

"How was school my love?" she asked, and I itched for the warmth a mother could bring. The warmth my mother could bring. I forced a smile upon my face as I said,"It was okay. You know, the usual."

My mother's smile grew even sadder. "Harry, I'm sorry we were never able to be together. But I will try to make up for it now. Take my hand."

My eyes widened as the pages of the red diary seemed to tear open, and the fragile, pale hand of my mother came out, beckoning me to lay my hand in hers. Without thinking, I lay my rough, tanned hand inside her pale, slender fingers.

"Come with me Harry. I won't know you're there, but relive our past. I'll be with you for a little bit."

I was pulled into the yellowing pages of the book, and I then found myself in a room, with nothing in it but oak double doors. The walls were painted a deep crimson, as was the carpet. I jumped when a hand lay on my shoulder.

"Welcome my son."

I shuddered, realizing the words I so longed to hear were rolling off the tongue of my mother. My late mother.

"Mum?" I whispered, turning around to see my mother before. She was clad in a billowing, sleeve-less, white gown, which seemed to illuminate her in a golden light. Her thick mane of red hair glittered in elegant curls, strewn about her shoulders, and her milky skin glowed luminscently. And her eyes- my eyes. I smiled at the beauty of Lily Potter, not noticing the tears streaming down my cheeks. Her hand came up, and her thumb carressed the tears from my face.

"My dear... do not weep." came her melodius voice. Tears were in her eyes, but the defiant woman would not let them fall. "Remember the book you found? Well, Harry, that book- this book for that matter- is a book that was given to me by your father and his friends on our last day at Hogwarts. It is filled with memories and dreams of our years at Hogwarts. My spirit is partially here; well, I can converse with you through this book." My eyes had widened to a great extent by now. Lily lay her hand on my shoulder and continued,"Though we may only be able to talk for short periods, it is a way for us to be together."

"Um... yeah, but..."

Once more, I was cut off, but this time by my mother slipping something into my hand. I glanced down and realized the cold metal to be a silver pendant, that of a lion holding a tiny orb in it's mouth. The orb was filled with red and gold haze, and I looked up at my mother questioningly.

"It's a type of portkey. Tap it three times to unlock it, visualize where you want to go, and it shall take you there. I hope you find as many uses for it as I did." My mother smiled at me, but I saw the pain and conflict inside.

My mind was bursting with questions, and I opened my mouth to speak when a loud noise outside the door startled me. My mother grinned, then pushed me towards the door.

"I'll see you later Harry."

I opened my mouth to protest, and once again, I was cut off. I wasn't in the same room. I wasn't in the same place. I.. I was.. at Hogwarts. And before me stood Hogwarts finest.

My father, Sirius Black, and Remus Lupin.

"D-dad?" I stammered, striding across the dewy grass to reach the trio. A thought tugged at my mind, and I faintly wondered where Peter was. That slimy, little, no good, pompous prat. I shook my head and came to a stop before the ones I thought I had lost forever. Dad, with his messy, unkempt hair, and his well-built body. He was about an inch taller then Sirius, with large, hazel eyes that twinkled mischievously. Oh, and when I lay my eyes on Sirius, I knew what the girls thought of him at school. Silky locks of deep black that fell neatly into almond shaped optics of a penetrating gray hue. Then the gentle Remus Lupin. Alas, how different he looked as a teenager. Steel blue-gray eyes and wispy, sandy-brown hair, tall, lanky. Yes, it was obvious the three were the heart throbs of their time.

It seemed that I was running pretty fast, for as I ran forward, I collided straight through them.

Through them?

I sat on the grass, wondering why I went through them. I stared at three, who were talking in loud, jovial voices. My heart was thumping pretty fast, and slowly, I raised a callused hand, waving it through the black pant leg of Sirius.

It went through him.

I clamped a hand over my jaw to resist myself from swearing. Could they hear me? Most likely not, but I decided to give it a shot.

"Hi Dad!!!!" I hollered at the top of my voice. They continued on with their pranking plans.

A slow grin spread across my face. This was going to one hell of a day.


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