I'm trying to finish this story before summer vacation is over! Not likely, but I gotta try! I don't wanna have to balance this out.

Disclaimer: Blah, blah, blah...I don't own Harry Potter yadda, yadda, yadda... J.K. Rowling does.

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"Where are we?"

Harry looked around. They were still at Hogwarts. The scenery was exactly the same as future's except with a few minor changes.

"So this is Hogwarts twenty years ago? Not much different is it?" Ron remarked.

Hermione was examining the walls. "Hmmm...the walls are a bit cleaner...but he's right. There's not much of a noticeable change." Harry nodded.

"I know, but come on.. We need to see the Headmaster and tell him of our curious situation," Harry said, walking away.

Hermione pulled on his arm. "Wait! We mustn't! No one must know!"

"But it's Dumbledore Hermione! It's not as if he's on the dark side—"

"I know! But you know what the older Dumbledore said. No one—absolutely no one—must know about us! You don't know what kind of change that would make!" Hermione argued.

Harry held up his hands in defeat. "Alright, alright..."

"Hermione! Don't rag on Harry! He's just trying to help!" Ron said. Hermione grimaced.

"I know, but come on! We need to convince this Dumbledore to let us be in this school." Hermione said walking down the hallway. "Er...which way is his office?"

Harry pointed down the left corridor. "That way, but I'm not sure just knowing where his office his will do us any good; we need a password too."

"We do? Oh freak! This is gonna be harder than we thought!"

"Will you guys hurry up?!" Ron yelled, before disappearing around a corner. Harry and Hermione exchanged looks and raced to catch up with him.

"Why are you in such a hurry?" Harry asked, panting slightly.

"Well, this is summer vacation right? This isn't normal for students to be here during school holidays," Ron pointed out.

Hermione clapped a hand over her mouth. "Oh no! It's only August twelfth! Term doesn't start until September first! And...oh, darn it!" Hermione moaned.

"What?" questioned Harry and Ron.

"O.W.L. results!!" Hermione wailed. "We didn't get them!!"

"SO?"

"Well...I just really wanted to see them," Hermione said sadly.

"Why? So you can gloat that you got all O's?" scoffed Ron.

Hermione blushed. "Oh don't be silly Ron! I'm not expecting all O's! I just want to see how we did!" But Hermione did raise her head a little higher.

"Hermione! We are risking our lives and all you can think about is O.W.L. results?!" Harry said increduosly.

Hermione looked reproachful. "These tests effect the rest of our lives, Harry! I want to get a decent job!"

"Yeah...if we survive this!" Ron argued.

"Would you two stop being so pessimistic? There is a very big chance we are going to get out of this alive!"

"Hey you guys! We just passed Dumbledore's office," Harry commemented, doubling back. He raised his head to look at the gargoyle. "Password—password--Um...sugar lice? Sugar quills? Lemon drops? Mars Bars?"

"Awww man! We're never going to guess his password at this rate!" Ron moaned.

Harry glanced at him. "Keep trying. Most of his passwords were some kind of candy...I can never understand an old man's humor. Mmmm...Drooble's Best Bubble Gum?"

"Bertie Botts Every Flavored Beans—"

"Ron, he doesn't really like those—"

"Blood Suckers? Licorice? Cockroach Cluster?"

"Snickers? M & M's? The Three Musketeers?"

"Harry! I'm running out of candy! Hermione! Why aren't you guessing?" Ron demanded.

"Well, you know how my parents are dentists! I don't have much experience with candy..." Hermione trailed off. Harry groaned, frustration evident.

"Hershey's chocolate? Skittles?"

"Lime grasshoppers? Shrieking tantrums?"

"Milk duds? Rees—"

"How about butterbeer?"

The trio turned around. Dumbledore was walking toward them, his eyes twinkling like they always have been.

"Professor!" Ron gasped.

"Ahh...yes Mr.--?

"We—"

Harry turned to Ron and whispered, "Not your real name!" So instead of saying Weasley, it turned out to be Westley.

"Original," scoffed Harry.

"Shut up!"

"I suppose you wanted to see me? After guessing all candies? Well, what are you waiting for?" Dumbledore gestured to the stairs that appeared when the gargoyle stepped aside. He stepped in with Harry, Ron, and Hermione following him closely.

"I thought you said his passwords were candy?" Ron said furiously.

Harry shrugged. "I lied."

Dumbledore sat down and stared at them, as if looking for something suspicious about them. Harry just then remembered that Dumbledore knew Legilimacy. How could they lie to him? "When you're answering questions, don't look at him!" Harry whispered to Hermione and Ron.

They gave him questioning looks but nodded.

"I daresay this is strange. I have never seen one student—much less three—here during summer holidays. Is there any purpose you came to see me?" Dumbledore inquired leaning foward in his chair. Harry smiled unconsciously. Old habits die hard.

"Yes," said Hermione immediately. "We want to transfer here. I'm Hermione Granger, that's Harry Porter, and that's Ron Weastley—no Westley. We are coming from Beauxbatons."

Dumbledore stared at them and Harry avoided eye contact with the Headmaster. "I see. Hogwarts has never excepted transfer students..." Harry felt his heart sink. How were they going to save his parents then? "—but I'll make an exception this time. You three seem pretty intelligent and I don't care where you come from, you still need to learn. Is there any particular reason you want to transfer here?"

Harry's thoughts reeled quickly. "Yes sir. Um...we...um...it's kind of..."

"Private," lied Ron. "Our reason is with our families and they wish it to be kept quiet."

Harry winced on the inside at that awful story, but if Dumbledore didn't believe it, he sure didn't show it.

"You'll need to take tests to see what level you belong in. Beauxbatons is quite different than Hogwarts as you will find and we are not any softer...especially with...recent events," Dumbledore said. Harry didn't need to be a genius to figure out that meant Voldemort. He almost forgot Voldemort was at the full height of his powers then.

"You will also need to be sorted by this sorting hat—"Dumbledore gestured to the scraggly hat sitting on a shelf. "—and you will need to get your supplies. I assume you all have money yes?" Harry nodded. He has almost emptied is Gringott's account for this, as did Ron and Hermione.

"Good. Tonight you three should stay here. Tomorrow, the other Professors and I shall test you and then you shall be free to go. Any questions?" They shook their heads. "Good. Twidle! Take these three to the guest rooms please." A house elf appeared, bowed, and beckoned the trio to follow her.

"Guest Rooms?" shispered Ron.

Harry shrugged. "I have no idea."

The guest room turned out to be The Room of Requirement, but this time it was fully furnished and very comfortable.

Twidle bowed her head low. "Misters and Miss don't hesititate to call Twidle. Twidle is glad to be of help." Hermione glared as Harry and Ron nodded enthusiastically.

When Twidle left, Harry turned to Hermione. "You told us to use fake names. Why did you use your real name?"

"Honestly Harry, I thought you would've known. I'm a muggle-born so no one would recognize my last name anyways," Hermione said.

"I'm just glad Ron didn't make up our names. He is such a bad liar!" Harry remarked.

"HEY! I'm right here!" Ron said indignantly while Hermione giggled. "So, how do you reckon they're gonna test us tomorrow?" Ron asked. Hermione shook her head.

"Let's get a good night sleep and worry about it tomorrow," Harry suggested.

Hermione looked doubtful. "But, I think we need to review all the things we've learned."

"NO WAY! I'm with Harry! Mad woman, reviewing everything," Ron mumbled.

Hermione sighed. "Alright, alright...."

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"AHHHHHHH!!!"

Harry woke up to a yell and looked around. He could see a fuzzy outline—he put on his glasses—Hermione? Harry yawned. "What Hermione?"

"We're supposed to be in the Great Hall in ten minutes!!" Hermione shrieked. Harry jumped.

"How'd you know?"

Hermione pointed to a note that said:

Twidle will show you the Great Hall at ten o'clock sharp.

Harry groaned and lept out of bed. He saw that Ron was still asleep. 'How can he sleep through a banshee screaming?' Harry thought. 'Oh well.' He leaned in Ron's ear.

"VOLDEMORT!!"

Ron gave a yelp and jumped up. "Where—where—who what?" He relaxed and threw a pillow at the laughing Harry. "What is it now mate?"

"Ron get up! We need to be in the Great Hall at ten."

"So?"

"Well, right now it's—"Harry checked a nearby clock. "—nine fifty four."

"WHAT??" Ron also jumped out of bed and started putting on his clothes. "Oh bloody hell!"

Hermione just finished brushing her teeth and Harry rushed in. Ron was still looking for his pants when Hermione came out. She arched an eyebrow.

"Snitch boxers?"

Ron blushed to the tip of his hair. "It was from my mum," he mumbled, snatching up his pants and quickly putting them on. Hermione smiled, but didn't say anything.

"Ron, hurry up! Brush your teeth!" Harry came out of the bathroom with a brush stuck in his hair. "Hurry up!"

Ron rushed in the bathroom. Twi minutes later he came back out and grabbed his wand hurriedly. Twidle walked in and said, "Good mornings, sirs, miss. Professor Dumbledore wants sirs and miss in the Great Hall."

They nodded and followed Twidle, although they already knew where the Great Hall was. "Sirs and miss can go in nows, Twidle wil not go. Good luck!" And Twidle walked off.

Harry took a deep breath. "Ready?" He pushed the door open and gasped. The Hall was transformed into what it looked like for...

O.W.L. testing.

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This chapter was really long but it needed to be done. I think the next chapter will be when Harry and them bump into some people in Diagon Alley (hint hint).

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