When Ginny was back in the common room, she opened her bag and piled all the items she needed into it. She took her cauldron and put it in first. She then placed each one of her ingredients in the cauldron checking them off her list. She had everything. She then folded the instruction paper and put it in her bag with the other items. She was going to the bathroom on the second floor. Sure sometimes Moaning Myrtle was annoying but that was the only place Ginny could brew her potion, privately. She walked down the steps to the second floor and turned a few times until she came to a door. Memories came back to her when she stepped in this bathroom.
"Myrtle?" Ginny called. "Myrtle?" She must not be here, Ginny thought. Ginny pulled out the instructions and her cauldron. She sorted out all the ingredients. It took her quite a while to brew it. Myrtle eventually came back, and asked Ginny how Tom was then ran off laughing.
This was the hardest potion Ginny had ever concocted. After what seemed like an eternity Ginny finally finished. She was so happy. She stood up and stretched. She went over to Myrtle's cubicle.
"Myrtle," Ginny said.
"What?" Myrtle grunted.
"I just wanted to tell you I finished my potion and I am going back in the past. I am going back five years," Ginny said proudly. Myrtle opened the stall door, her eyes wide.
"Really? What potion did you use? Back when I was alive I was quite good with potions."
Ginny handed her the ingredient list and the instructions. Myrtle looked them over. But Ginny grew tired of holding it for Myrtle so she put it on the floor for Myrtle to read. Ginny went over to her cauldron and took a glass. She poured the liquid. It was a smooth dark chocolate color cream. Myrtle was mumbling to herself about something.
"Wait," Myrtle said. "I know this potion. To get back you have to look at something from the future." Ginny gave Myrtle a puzzled look. "Ok let's say right now you wrote the date on a piece of paper and stuck it in your pocket. Then you drank the potion. Now let's say you go back in time and you see that same piece of paper again, you will come back here, in this bathroom on December 18, 2002. The bad part of this potion is you only get one shot. So when you come back, the potion won't be here, and if you try and make another one it won't work."
"Ok Myrtle, whatever you say." Ginny thought she was just full of bogies. Ginny slowly gulped the potion down. It tasted delicious, yet sickening at the same time. Her stomach felt like vomiting and she wanted to take the glass away, but her taste buds wanted more and more.
"I knew it," Myrtle said, reading the paper again. "To go back five years you need Powdered Horn of a Bicorn, not a Unicorn… With Powdered Horn of a Unicorn you go back…" Ginny finished the glass.
She sat down feeling dizzy. Suddenly she started spinning. Her vision became a blur and the last thing Ginny Weasley heard of the year 2002, was Myrtle say, "Twenty-five years."
Ginny landed with an oof on the cold tiled floor. She was still in the Second Floor Girls' Bathroom, but her cauldron and everything else she had wasn't there. "Ow," she said rubbing her backside. She heard some sobbing somewhere.
"Myrtle? My potion didn't work, huh? Darn it. What did I do wrong? Do you still have the list?"
She saw a pair of eyes peak out at her from a bathroom stall. "H-how did y-you know my n-name?" the ghost asked frightened.
"Myrtle stop playing around. It's me Ginny. Where did my cauldron go?"
"What c-cauldron? Who are you?"
"Stop messing around!"
"I-I'm not." Ginny was mad now. Myrtle had hid all her things. She knew it. Ginny threw up her hands in frustration.
"Fine I'll get them later when you are done with this joke ok?" She left the lavatory. She walked back down the hall. The corridor was empty.
"Lily," someone called behind her, "Wait up." At least, Ginny thought she was alone. Wait a minute. She stopped. She knew that voice! It was Harry! She turned around. At least she thought it was Harry. It kind of looked like Harry, but in away it didn't.
"Oh, I'm sorry," the boy said, "I thought you were someone else." He looked down at her robes. "You are in Gryffindor?" the boy said. "I have never seen you before. I'm James Potter." He extended his hand. James Potter? James Potter? But he was dead. Something clicked in her brain. It all made sense now.
Myrtle… saying twenty-five years. She must have gone back in time twenty-five years instead of five. Now she was a school with James Potter. That's why Myrtle didn't recognize her. Myrtle died fifty years ago, so she was still living in the loo. James. He had thought she was--Lily Evans! Harry's mom! They both had red hair, and from the back, in black robes I guess you could get them mixed up.
James whistled. "Hello… Anyone there?" Ginny blinked and looked back up at him. "What's your name?"
Ginny began to say her name, but stopped herself. She couldn't give her real name. So off the top of her head she said, "Whinny Geasley."
"Are you new? I haven't seen you here before."
"Yeah, I'm new. I just transferred here," Ginny made up quickly.
"Really?" James asked. "From where?"
"What?" Ginny asked. Maybe if she stalled long enough someone would come to save her, or maybe she could think of something.
"What school did you transfer from?" James asked a little slower.
"Oh! What school did I? Wait. What school did I--transfer here from? Is that what you asked?" Ginny said, playing stupid.
"Uhh… yeah?" James was confused.
"Oh it was a really small school in—Virginia." She decided to use her real name.
"Where is Virginia?"
"You mean you don't know where Virginia is?" Ginny was not sure she did either. "Oh, well, its in Canada."
"Canada? Cool." They started walking. "So what year are you in?" Ginny decided to lie and say she was in her seventh.
"Seventh."
"Oh, really me too."
"Where is the Headmaster?" Ginny asked. She needed to find Albus Dumbledore. Maybe he would have a solution.
"Want me to take you to his office?" Ginny nodded. "Well," James began, "Since you know you're in Gryffindor and I'm in Gryffindor and you're in your seventh year and I am in my seventh year maybe we could… er… hang out some time." Ginny smiled.
"Yeah I'd like that," Ginny said. James reminded her a lot of Harry. Maybe this wasn't such a bad idea after all.
"Well, here we are," James said stopping in front of a statue of a giant bird. "The password is 'typewriter.' I know I've been here a lot because of detention, you know?" Ginny nodded.
"Well, thank you," Ginny said.
"Anytime," James said and walked off. When he had said typewriter, the bird had rotated with and a stair well had appeared. Ginny stepped on it and it took her upward to Dumbledore's office. She had decided to take off her Gryffindor badge, and be sorted again. She was a little nervous. The ride to his office seemed to take forever.
Finally the staircase stopped moving. She stepped into the office. It was quite cluttered. Ginny had never been in there before. There was another door and Ginny knocked lightly on it.
"Come in," came Dumbledore's muffeled voice. Ginny pushed the door open. Dumbledore was sitting at a desk. He looked the same except for his beard which was shorter and it had a little more brownish color to it.
"Hullo, Professor Dumbledore, sir. My name is Whinny Geasley. I am the transfer student."
"Transfer student?" Dumbledore was puzzeled.
"Yes don't you remember? I am the transfer student from Virginia. You don't remember?" Ginny felt a bit guilty.
Dumbldore made a small smile. "I am getting to old for this. I guess I just don't remember things that well anymore. All right Miss Geasley. I am going to ask you to put this hat on and it will sort you into your house." Dumbledore placed the hat on her head.
"Whinny Geasley? You certainly remind me of someone. Yes but I can't tell who. You certainly have Gryffindor blood though. I guess you should be in GRYFFINDOR!" Ginny felt another surge of guilt flow through her veins.
"Ahh. Gryffindor. Same house I was in. Well you better be off, Miss Geasley. It's late. Good night.
"Good night Professor," Ginny said and walked out of his office.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. J.K. Rowling owns the characters, and I did not make up the plot. It's been done like a thousand times before.
A/N: Chapter 3 done! Wow I wrote three chapters in one day! I'll try and make the next chapter waaaaay more interesting. But please please please review! I only have 1 review! Well if you do thanks a lot!!!