I opened my eyes and found myself in the library. 'Why aren't the lights on?' I wondered.

'Did I do it wrong again?' I panicked.

At this rate I'll never get back to my own time. "What ARE you doing here?" loudly questioned a voice I thought I recognized.

I turned around and saw Professor Snape—the grownup version. I let out a relieved sigh. This was a really good sign. Seeing Snape like this meant I had a good chance of being in 1997. "Professor, I'm in what we call a library. Students check out books in order to finish their homework or just for pure entertainment. It's an interesting concept really," I replied.

Snape just simply gave me on of his infamous death looks. "Fred you of all people know the library closes at precisely 8 p.m. Follow me to Dumbledore's office so we can discuss your punishment," Snape told me.

"Closed? Punishment?" I echoed in confusion.

What was going on? Was I in some messed up alternate 1997? Or could this be Snape's way of telling me that I had missed my detention? Maybe Snape was just simply getting me back for pretending to be George. There are a million reasons that explain this. I have absolutely nothing to be afraid of.

I followed Snape to Dumbledore's office hoping that he was in a good mood today. Dumbledore was more lenient in a good mood and stricter in a bad one. George and I sometimes planned our pranks around his moods. Unfortunately for me, today Dumbledore was wearing a solemn expression. Usually when George and I go into his office, Dumbledore looks like he's about to laugh. That's why George and I are strong believers in the Dumbledore-was-a-prankster theory. "Ah, Fred Weasley. Hogwarts biggest troublemaker!" Dumbledore commented. "What did he do this time?"

Great now Snape's going to get that gleeful look on his face. The one that clearly states hallelujah-a-Gryffindor-is-getting-in-trouble! "I caught Mr. Weasley in the library sir," Snape explained.

Is anybody else weirded out here? Let me explain. Usually when I get in trouble, George's name comes up. So far George hasn't even come up once. When you have a twin, it's natural for people to associate you with your twin. Oh, well maybe Dumbledore just has his mind on other things right now. Or I could have done the spell wrong again. Come to think of it Snape is kind of out of character. "Mr. Weasley we've had this conversation before," Dumbledore began. "I know you think Hogwarts is the safest place to be during these dark times but its not. In fact being anywhere alone is the most dangerous thing you could do. If you value your life, you will be in your dorm by 8. This is no time for pranks!"

Hmm. I've heard a lot of speeches from Dumbledore but THAT is not one of them. This must be a first. Anyway, dark times? I think all the teachers have turned into a bunch of drama queens. "I'll let you deal with him since he is in your house Severus," Dumbledore told Snape.

"What?" I cried even though neither Snape nor Dumbledore noticed.

Since when have I been a Slytherin? I've always been a Gryffindor even when I went back in time.

I followed Snape to his office feeling more and more confused by the minute. I'm beginning to think I have the worst luck of anyone in the world. Hopefully, George will help me make sense of everything. "How does 15 points from Gryffindor and a detention sound?" Snape asked.

"Fine," I mumbled.

How did Snape become the head of Gryffindor? He hates all Gryffindors! Something just doesn't add up. My eyes drifted to a picture on the wall behind Snape.

I felt my stomach twist into knots. Lily, Snape, and Sirius were in the picture and looked like they were having a good time. In fact, they even gave me a little wave.

I took a deep breath and told myself the picture wasn't my fault. After all, I hadn't been nice to Snape. That picture had probably been there before; I just hadn't noticed it.

As I walked to my dorm, I tried to convince myself that this was all a joke that Snape was playing on me. He got Dumbledore in on it and put that picture up to throw me off.

I put my pajamas on and plopped into bed. "George I--" I trailed off noticing the boy in the bed next to mine wasn't my twin brother.

Instead I saw a boy I had never seen before. In fact, I wasn't even sure that he was actually a student here at Hogwarts. He could be a nephew of Snape's who was pretending to be a student. "Fred?" the boy mumbled as he opened his eyes.

"I'm so sorry for waking you up. I thought you were my brother," I apologized.

"Oh, "the boy said as he sat up. "Which one?"

"George," I told him.

It's obvious that he knows me. Weird seeing as how I don't know him. A stranger would have no idea that I have 5 brothers. The boy raised an eyebrow. "You know I'm Josiah Black right?"

"Of course," I replied.

I didn't want Josiah to know I hadn't heard of him until today. "What kind of question is that?" I asked trying hard to remain cool.

The truth was this day kept getting stranger and stranger. First, the library closes at 8, then Snape's the head of Gryffindor instead of McGonagall and then this Josiah kid is sleeping in George's bed. I'm starting to get the feeling that I completely messed up history and now everything is much different than it was before.

Josiah shrugged with a smile. "Then you also know that George has been dead for 12 years?"