Author's Notes: Thank you everyone for the review!! I'll try to make it better, any comments is welcome, by the way. If you have questions of how she got hold of the diary, read the 1st 2 chapters.

Chapter 4: New Teams on Both Times

The Quidditch season started the month the weather became colder and colder, November is on the move. Ron and Hermione had become calmer knowing that being captain and seeker of the Gryffindor team, Harry's vengeance against Voldermort may have waver. News of the uprising of the Dark Lord was barely heard in the panicking wizarding world. Through amazing discreet, Voldemort's supporters, murder and power slowly increases. Fortunately, it was slowed down by the Order, a group headed by the only wizard Voldermort had ever feared. But unknowingly to his friends, another boy with a group in mind did not give up.

Shocking news reached an arguing couple's ears.

"Hey, guys, cut it out!! I'm trying to tell you something important," Harry whispered impatiently.

"What?" Hermione asked snappishly, not yet calming down from Ron and her heated argument.

"I'm planning to reform the DA," Harry said straight to the point. He didn't want to beat around the bush about this subject.

Hermione and Ron gasped. "Are you crazy?" Ron asked, completely dumbfounded.

"You couldn't do that, Harry. What made you thought about this?" Hermione asked with the same expression as Ron's.

"Hey, the DA was your idea, remember?" Harry demanded, looking at Hermione.

"It was just to help us learn the subject better because Umbridge never taught us practical Defense," Hermione retorted.

"But you also said it was also to prepare ourselves out there."

Hermione opened her mouth to answer but closed it again, defeated. Things were much different then, especially after the happenings. She exchanged worried glances with Ron. It was obvious they were thinking the same thing. "It was different then, Harry," Ron muttered. Harry smirked, "Oh, you think I'm going to do something stupid, like going after Voldermort as revenge." They both flinched at the name.

"Look," Harry continued. "There are some things that I must do, even if they are against my will. I know what I've lost, something I hope you would never experience. You don't know how much it hurts though I know it was entirely my fault. They protected me and I'm not going to do something as stupid as what I did last time. I'm not going to risk any more lives nor betray the trust others had given me. Do you understand that?"

Hermione bit her lip as if keeping herself from breaking down while Ron's face held mixed expressions. Surprisingly, he was the first one to speak up.

"Do you think Dumbledore would let you?" he asked hesitantly.

"That's what I'm not sure about," Harry said, oblivious to the effect of his short speech.

"Y-you couldn't hide it like last time, Harry," Hermione said.

"Yeah, Dumbledore is, like, a zillion times more smarter and observant than that Umbridge, fly," it was too obvious who said this sentence.

"Then we have to beg Dumbledore," Harry tried.

"Yeah, worshiping the floor he walks on, would work," Ron replied sarcastically.

"We have to explain to him the purpose. The DA is not like the Order, which is trying to fight Voldemort. It's just a small group to train younger students from what's coming. Maybe even older students."

"Well, we already have an exceptional Defense against the Dark Arts professor," Hermione said referring to Tonks who was personally appointed by Dumbledore.

"If Dumbledore likes it, Professor Tonks could teach us too."

"I don't see the point of reforming it when our teacher is not like Umbridge anymore."

"We are only taught what is required for our year!" this time it's from Ron.

"Fine, now I see what you mean of teaching younger students. But would they be able to get it"

"Just because they're not like you, Hermione, doesn't mean they can't do what older students do."

Hermione shot Ron a dirty look. Harry knew this would lead to another argument, stepped in. "We'll discuss this more tomorrow. Goodnight Hermione!" with that, he left with Ron to the boys' dormitories discussing Quidditch tactics.

Hermione went straight to her bed. She shut the hangings to prevent Parvati and Lavender from peeking at what she was doing. For once, she was happy their attention was in the Witch Weekly (squeals and loud voices usually include them reading the magazine). Hermione pulled out the red book from under her pillow. She hoped that Lily's diary would help Hermione understand her son's crazy ideas more. She was reading, after all, the life of Harry's parents.

November 15

Dear Diary,

The day started great. It was a cool morning, yes, but you could still see the sun's soft morning rays from a distance. We had a delicious breakfast, perfect cheerful lessons and a darn good distance away from the Marauders. It was so perfect, too perfect. It made me thought, how this could get any worse and why it is too great a morning. Oh but I didn't pay attention to the signs. At first maybe I was just nervous and annoyed about the project we are supposed to start today with our partners, like most of my classmates do, since it determines almost half of our grade. What I don't know is that this perfect day ended in a terrible lesson.

Sam, Wilma and I took our usual seat in the middle of the class. It is the day we get our project partners.

"I've been telling you about your upcoming NEWTs for a long time. The assignment I am giving you and your partner is a big part of the NEWT grade you are going to get for Transfiguration. This subject is important and required for you to get your future career."

Yeah, it is another one of McGonagall's this-is-for-your-own-best speeches. And as usual there is Sirius Black snoring in the background and the rest of his immature friends sniggering foolishly. "Well, now I'm going to give out your partners and the topic you will focus on. If only Mr. Black would act respectfully, then I don't need to pair him up with one of the Slytherins." I had to laugh at that comment. Even though she sounds serious, I am sure she is totally joking. "WHAT!" His head snapped up so fast I could have sworn he fracture it slightly. "That's better Black. I'm not pairing you with other houses so you don't have to worry. Now listen carefully because I would not bother to repeat." This is the part that I dreaded, not knowing that what I dreaded more actually came true. Sam was paired with Frank Longbottom and Wilma is, most unfortunately, paired with Sirius Black. "The next team would be, Evans and Potter." It was horrifying. I have felt all heat left my body, like I just died. It was bad enough spending my head duties with him, but this is too much. But it seems that Potter was completely satisfied with the way we are paired. You could see it on his grinning face. McGonagall waved her wand and a bunch of papers started spinning above our heads. The bunch moved from one of a pair to another one of another pair, until none were left. I was still fuming about the pairings when I felt a tap on my shoulder. "This is going to be nothing, we got 'Animagi'!" It was Potter. I forgot that he was the one who picked our topic.

"Now, I have a lot of things to do. Move next to your pairs and start discussing."

I very reluctantly stood up and exchanged with Black, since I was sitting next to Wilma.

"You'll have a great time Evans," he whispered with a mischievous grin.

"In your dreams, Black" I hissed back.

I sat down next to Potter, moving my chair as far from his as possible. "This project would be no sweat at all. I know everything about animagi." What a showoff. "You better! I do not want to flunk in this subject because of your lack of intelligence."

"Evans, I know you know how good I am at this subject." Upsettingly, that was true.

"You also know what we are. So, our project would get way above the highest points."

Of course, how could I forget that he is an animagus?

"Oh, so you are writing to McGonagall that you are an unregistered animagus."

"I'm not that thick," he said frowning at me. "Look, I want to co-operation on this project. All I want is to be friends. None of those are possible with you thinking I'm an arrogant, stupid boy who cares about nothing but himself."

Impossible enough, yes, but I was taken aback. No, correction, I was shock. As soon as he finished talking, the bell rang. I quickly packed my bag and rushed out of the classroom. I met my friends outside, thank goodness. Or else there might be more delays, like the Marauders. But it kept me thinking. Had I been talking to James Potter? The James Potter who never fails to annoy me? James Potter who never pass the chance to ask me out? It couldn't be! That was not him. Maybe that is but there's a change somewhere. No, too impossible. Who is he?!

-Lily

"That's interesting," Hermione whispered. She yawned, but not because what she read was boring. She found it quite funny actually, about how slow Lily Evans was at noticing that James Potter had maybe deflated his head. In other words, he might have matured a bit. Well, she needs sleep. But just as she was keeping the diary, it made her think. She and Ron were also slow at noticing Harry's real meaning of reforming the DA. Maybe it was not for vengeance. Maybe he really just wanted others to learn defensive spells as soon as possible, now that Voldemort is back. She just had to see. Everyone had to see.

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