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don't.
A/N (4/20): *giggles* I think I wrote down the wrong day for one of my author notes... tis so hard to keep track of the days! We got first place at our track meet today! I didn't do too well, but I got personal bests, which is rather sad. Maybe I should do running... Nah, too much, well... running!
CHAPTER 3: Society for the Promotion of Elfish Welfare (Beth)
"So, tell us about the future!" said James.
"Well, I don't know if you will like it that much because..."
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING? AND WHO ARE THESE PEOPLE?" demanded McGonagall, storming over to them. (I modified that last bit... couldn't really understand what you wrote, Beth... if you ever read this. Anywho, ME! I'm Whitney, if you don't remember...)
James looked at McGonagall and said in a cool voice, "Oh, this is Harry, and that's... er... What are your names again?"
Ron promptly said, "I'm Ron, and this is Fred and George," He gestured toward the twins.
"And what are you doing here?" McGonagall said in a steely voice, eyeing them closely.
"We're just... visiting. I'm James' cousin..." Harry said, thinking quickly. Fred and George looked at Harry in awe.
"Is that so? You're supposed to send an owl to the headmaster. Oh well, I hope you enjoy your stay." McGonagall said, briskly walking back to Davey.
"That was a close one... good thinking, Harry!" said Sirius, smiling and laughing his bark-like laugh. (The most awesomest writer... Anna!)
"Thanks!" he said, and meant it. He'd missed Sirius... (*sobs*)
"I can't believe McGonagall went for that!" said James.
"Yeah," said Ron fervently, "I thought we'd had it for sure."
"Well, she did," said Remus. "Personally, though, I think it was good she saw Gudgeon. One of these days he's going to injure himself."
"Aww, Moony, you're spoiling all the fun," said James. They reached the bare spot on the wall that hid the Room of Requirement. Opposite, Barnabas the Barmy was trying to put a pink tutu on a particularly lumpy troll, who seemed to be stunned.
"See you," said Sirius, "We've got plans to make!"
"What sort of plans?" George asked eagerly.
"Bye!" Said James, and he, Sirius, Remus, and Pettigrew walked away.
"What do you think he meant plans?" asked Fred.
"I want to spend more time with those blokes, I always wanted to meet Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs, ever since we got the Marauders' Map," said George.
"Well, you're likely to have all the time you want, I don't think I'll find anyway to go back soon," said Hermione, who had walked up behind Harry so quietly he jumped at her voice.
"But guess what?" she asked, "This girl walked up to me in the library, and of course I couldn't tell her what I was really doing, so I said I was working on S.P.E.W. research, and I explained what that was, and she seemed really interested! I brought my S.P.E.W. notebook with me, I always do incase someone's interested, and she paid two Sickles and signed up right away, and even wore the badge..."
Harry, Ron, Fred and George exchanged uncomfortable looks.
Hermione didn't notice though, she was so excited.
"I mean no one really seemed interested in S.P.E.W., not seriously, but she did! Here, look..." At the bottom of a short list was a signature:
Lily Evans
Harry gasped. "But, but... that's my mum!"
(Hey, it's me again! Woo hoo!)
Hermione stared at Harry. "What?!" she exclaimed.
Fred grinned. "And you told us not to change the future..."
"This isn't good... But... maybe... Yes. It should work." Hermione said, walking off.
Ron watched Hermione walk away. "Thanks for clearing that up, Hermione," he said sarcastically.
Fred and George smiled to each other, and then Fred said, "Well, now that she's gone..."
"Let's go have another look around!" George finished for his twin.
"Yeah, that sounds good," said Harry.
The four of them walked down the corridors. As they were walking, they heard footsteps. Harry turned around to see his future potions master, Severus Snape. He was breathing hard and looking quite livid. (More improvising...)
"This is for what you did to me, Potter!" Snape growled through clenched teeth. He pulled out his wand and shouted, "Rictusempra!" the tickling curse. Harry doubled over in laughter.
(AAAAAAND ANNA!)
The Weasley twins looked at each other. "Very... original," said Fred.
"If he was trying for revenge, couldn't he have done something worse?" asked George.
The three Weasleys pulled out their wands.
But Snape was already gone. "Where do you reckon he went?" asked Ron.
"Probably figured he couldn't take on the three of us," said George. "Anyway, Finite Incantatem."
Harry didn't stop laughing.
"Finite Incantatem," George repeated this time enunciating.
Harry laughed harder. "What's going on?" asked Ron, "He should have stopped laughing."
"Maybe if we tried it all together. On three, then. One... two... three!" "FINITE INCATATEM!" The Weasleys roared in unison.
Harry was still laughing, and began to roll on the floor, clutching his sides and kicking his feet, laughing harder and harder.
"Don't worry, mate, we'll help you out of this," said Ron, "Maybe Hermione knows how to help him."
Ron and Fred each grabbed on of Harry's arms and hoisted him up. As they dragged him around the corner toward the library, they saw Snape.
"What's so funny, Potter?" he sneered, "By now you must have figured out you can't take it off him. He'll just keep on laughing. Kind of hard to sneak around when you're laughing. I'll find out what you're up to, Potter, and when I do..." with a swish of his oily hair he was gone.
"Wanted to hex him," George muttered, "But the slimy git'd get another of us, and we can't carry two."
With great difficulty they managed to get Harry into the library. Watching out for Madam Pince, who would deject them in a minute because Harry was laughing so loudly, they searched for Hermione.
They found her chatting away animatedly with a pretty red head girl with startlingly green eyes... Harry's eyes...
They looked up immediately at the sound of Harry's laughter. "Hermione," Ron grunted, "Nape got him. HE did something weird with a tickling charm..."
"Oh, that," said Lily, "I'll put Potter right, not that he deserves it... Finite Rictusempra."
Harry stopped laughing. "Thanks M... L... Evans," he said.
"What was that all about?" asked Ron. "Why'd she go away?" Harry had never told them what he had seen in the Pensieve.
"Well, my mum and dad... weren't on the best of terms until about seventh year," Harry said.
"Oh," said Ron. "Er," he said, casting around for a new subject. "What did Snape mean, what we're up to?"
"What are you talking about?" asked Hermione, and they filled her in on what Snape had said. "So Snape thinks we're up to something... interesting."
They were headed back to the Room of Requirement. "It's late, and we should be getting to bed," said Hermione.
"Hermione," said Ron.
"We finally don't have to follow any rules and you're worried about bed time?" asked Fred incredulously.
"Honestly, I thought we had more of a good influence on her," said Fred.
"Well, then stay up if you want, but we'll get in trouble if we're caught in the corridors this late. We should stay in the Room of Requirement 'til morning," Hermione said matter-of-factly. "Anyway, I'm going to bed, so I can cheer on Gryffindor tomorrow in its Quidditch match against Slytherin."
"Quidditch?!" exclaimed Fred.
'Tomorrow?!" Enthused George.
"I'm in," said Harry.
"Me too," said Ron as they arrived at the Room of Requirement. When they went in, it had four posters just like those in the Gryffindor dormitory, and clean robs and pajamas and its own bathroom behind a door in the back.
"I just realized, we haven't eaten anything since breakfast," said Hermione.
Immediately sandwiches appeared on a spindle-legged table in the middle of the room. "Good service!" said Ron, and they sat down on the newly appeared chairs to eat.
Afterward, they all climbed into their pajamas, which were exactly the right size, and snuggled into bed.
Harry stared at the ceiling for a long time before going to sleep. He'd never thought he'd get to see his father play Quidditch. He'd see for himself tomorrow if James was as good as everyone in his own time said he was.
Harry couldn't wait, there was so much to do in this place, he wanted to get up and roam around, or perhaps he'd find James and ask if he could join in the Quidditch practices...
With flying fantasies in his head, and thinking he wouldn't sleep at all tonight, Harry slowly dropped off into a deep and contented sleep.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ *sigh* only one review... Ah well.
Erica- Thanks! Your encouragement is great to hear... or, well, see... *giggles* you can have... 4 cookies, as I have a surplus of them, and because you were my only reviewer for my last chapter! And I told Anna what you said... she wasn't really into the idea of putting our story on the internet, but now she's all for it! *giggles some more*
A/N (4/20): *giggles* I think I wrote down the wrong day for one of my author notes... tis so hard to keep track of the days! We got first place at our track meet today! I didn't do too well, but I got personal bests, which is rather sad. Maybe I should do running... Nah, too much, well... running!
CHAPTER 3: Society for the Promotion of Elfish Welfare (Beth)
"So, tell us about the future!" said James.
"Well, I don't know if you will like it that much because..."
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING? AND WHO ARE THESE PEOPLE?" demanded McGonagall, storming over to them. (I modified that last bit... couldn't really understand what you wrote, Beth... if you ever read this. Anywho, ME! I'm Whitney, if you don't remember...)
James looked at McGonagall and said in a cool voice, "Oh, this is Harry, and that's... er... What are your names again?"
Ron promptly said, "I'm Ron, and this is Fred and George," He gestured toward the twins.
"And what are you doing here?" McGonagall said in a steely voice, eyeing them closely.
"We're just... visiting. I'm James' cousin..." Harry said, thinking quickly. Fred and George looked at Harry in awe.
"Is that so? You're supposed to send an owl to the headmaster. Oh well, I hope you enjoy your stay." McGonagall said, briskly walking back to Davey.
"That was a close one... good thinking, Harry!" said Sirius, smiling and laughing his bark-like laugh. (The most awesomest writer... Anna!)
"Thanks!" he said, and meant it. He'd missed Sirius... (*sobs*)
"I can't believe McGonagall went for that!" said James.
"Yeah," said Ron fervently, "I thought we'd had it for sure."
"Well, she did," said Remus. "Personally, though, I think it was good she saw Gudgeon. One of these days he's going to injure himself."
"Aww, Moony, you're spoiling all the fun," said James. They reached the bare spot on the wall that hid the Room of Requirement. Opposite, Barnabas the Barmy was trying to put a pink tutu on a particularly lumpy troll, who seemed to be stunned.
"See you," said Sirius, "We've got plans to make!"
"What sort of plans?" George asked eagerly.
"Bye!" Said James, and he, Sirius, Remus, and Pettigrew walked away.
"What do you think he meant plans?" asked Fred.
"I want to spend more time with those blokes, I always wanted to meet Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs, ever since we got the Marauders' Map," said George.
"Well, you're likely to have all the time you want, I don't think I'll find anyway to go back soon," said Hermione, who had walked up behind Harry so quietly he jumped at her voice.
"But guess what?" she asked, "This girl walked up to me in the library, and of course I couldn't tell her what I was really doing, so I said I was working on S.P.E.W. research, and I explained what that was, and she seemed really interested! I brought my S.P.E.W. notebook with me, I always do incase someone's interested, and she paid two Sickles and signed up right away, and even wore the badge..."
Harry, Ron, Fred and George exchanged uncomfortable looks.
Hermione didn't notice though, she was so excited.
"I mean no one really seemed interested in S.P.E.W., not seriously, but she did! Here, look..." At the bottom of a short list was a signature:
Lily Evans
Harry gasped. "But, but... that's my mum!"
(Hey, it's me again! Woo hoo!)
Hermione stared at Harry. "What?!" she exclaimed.
Fred grinned. "And you told us not to change the future..."
"This isn't good... But... maybe... Yes. It should work." Hermione said, walking off.
Ron watched Hermione walk away. "Thanks for clearing that up, Hermione," he said sarcastically.
Fred and George smiled to each other, and then Fred said, "Well, now that she's gone..."
"Let's go have another look around!" George finished for his twin.
"Yeah, that sounds good," said Harry.
The four of them walked down the corridors. As they were walking, they heard footsteps. Harry turned around to see his future potions master, Severus Snape. He was breathing hard and looking quite livid. (More improvising...)
"This is for what you did to me, Potter!" Snape growled through clenched teeth. He pulled out his wand and shouted, "Rictusempra!" the tickling curse. Harry doubled over in laughter.
(AAAAAAND ANNA!)
The Weasley twins looked at each other. "Very... original," said Fred.
"If he was trying for revenge, couldn't he have done something worse?" asked George.
The three Weasleys pulled out their wands.
But Snape was already gone. "Where do you reckon he went?" asked Ron.
"Probably figured he couldn't take on the three of us," said George. "Anyway, Finite Incantatem."
Harry didn't stop laughing.
"Finite Incantatem," George repeated this time enunciating.
Harry laughed harder. "What's going on?" asked Ron, "He should have stopped laughing."
"Maybe if we tried it all together. On three, then. One... two... three!" "FINITE INCATATEM!" The Weasleys roared in unison.
Harry was still laughing, and began to roll on the floor, clutching his sides and kicking his feet, laughing harder and harder.
"Don't worry, mate, we'll help you out of this," said Ron, "Maybe Hermione knows how to help him."
Ron and Fred each grabbed on of Harry's arms and hoisted him up. As they dragged him around the corner toward the library, they saw Snape.
"What's so funny, Potter?" he sneered, "By now you must have figured out you can't take it off him. He'll just keep on laughing. Kind of hard to sneak around when you're laughing. I'll find out what you're up to, Potter, and when I do..." with a swish of his oily hair he was gone.
"Wanted to hex him," George muttered, "But the slimy git'd get another of us, and we can't carry two."
With great difficulty they managed to get Harry into the library. Watching out for Madam Pince, who would deject them in a minute because Harry was laughing so loudly, they searched for Hermione.
They found her chatting away animatedly with a pretty red head girl with startlingly green eyes... Harry's eyes...
They looked up immediately at the sound of Harry's laughter. "Hermione," Ron grunted, "Nape got him. HE did something weird with a tickling charm..."
"Oh, that," said Lily, "I'll put Potter right, not that he deserves it... Finite Rictusempra."
Harry stopped laughing. "Thanks M... L... Evans," he said.
"What was that all about?" asked Ron. "Why'd she go away?" Harry had never told them what he had seen in the Pensieve.
"Well, my mum and dad... weren't on the best of terms until about seventh year," Harry said.
"Oh," said Ron. "Er," he said, casting around for a new subject. "What did Snape mean, what we're up to?"
"What are you talking about?" asked Hermione, and they filled her in on what Snape had said. "So Snape thinks we're up to something... interesting."
They were headed back to the Room of Requirement. "It's late, and we should be getting to bed," said Hermione.
"Hermione," said Ron.
"We finally don't have to follow any rules and you're worried about bed time?" asked Fred incredulously.
"Honestly, I thought we had more of a good influence on her," said Fred.
"Well, then stay up if you want, but we'll get in trouble if we're caught in the corridors this late. We should stay in the Room of Requirement 'til morning," Hermione said matter-of-factly. "Anyway, I'm going to bed, so I can cheer on Gryffindor tomorrow in its Quidditch match against Slytherin."
"Quidditch?!" exclaimed Fred.
'Tomorrow?!" Enthused George.
"I'm in," said Harry.
"Me too," said Ron as they arrived at the Room of Requirement. When they went in, it had four posters just like those in the Gryffindor dormitory, and clean robs and pajamas and its own bathroom behind a door in the back.
"I just realized, we haven't eaten anything since breakfast," said Hermione.
Immediately sandwiches appeared on a spindle-legged table in the middle of the room. "Good service!" said Ron, and they sat down on the newly appeared chairs to eat.
Afterward, they all climbed into their pajamas, which were exactly the right size, and snuggled into bed.
Harry stared at the ceiling for a long time before going to sleep. He'd never thought he'd get to see his father play Quidditch. He'd see for himself tomorrow if James was as good as everyone in his own time said he was.
Harry couldn't wait, there was so much to do in this place, he wanted to get up and roam around, or perhaps he'd find James and ask if he could join in the Quidditch practices...
With flying fantasies in his head, and thinking he wouldn't sleep at all tonight, Harry slowly dropped off into a deep and contented sleep.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ *sigh* only one review... Ah well.
Erica- Thanks! Your encouragement is great to hear... or, well, see... *giggles* you can have... 4 cookies, as I have a surplus of them, and because you were my only reviewer for my last chapter! And I told Anna what you said... she wasn't really into the idea of putting our story on the internet, but now she's all for it! *giggles some more*