A/N: This is just a little idea I had. It's my first HP fic. It's about Oliver. *He is hot* I love him. Anywhosies, here you go.

Chapter 1: Flashbacks

"I keep having these slips, you guys." I dropped my bookbag on the floor of my small-town apartment.

"What kind of slips, Gin?" Issy asked.

Isabell and Yasmina entered my apartment after me and dropped their things next to mine. They were helping me with a history project. I went into the kitchen to get us some snacks and thought about how I was going to explain the vivid images to them. My old school was a bit different from this one. I think.

Our rural high school wasn't much, really. We had a pretty decent football team and the soccer team was all right. Our basketball team was the best. The only thing out of the ordinary was probably me. I'm not American; I'm British. Two years back, my parents moved me here. I was 15, yet I don't remember anything from my life back in England. Very peculiar.

Anyway, we were setting up and munching on grapes. I'm not allowed to have junk food. My mum's a dentist and she doesn't want me to have rotten teeth. Bit bizarre, her marrying a candy maker. I guess what they say is true: love is blind.

"Well," I said, choosing my words carefully. "I keep seeing a dark, brick building. There are torches and candles for lights instead of lamps and electric light bulbs. I can't make any of the faces out. It's really weird."

"Maybe they're images of your old school!" Yasmina got excited. "Maybe you're finally remembering!" Yassie likes to think I had amnesia for the last two years and is really anxious to know about my previous life.

"I don't know. I keep slippin' off in the middle of the bloody Trigonometry lectures. It's driving me absolutely mad." I set to work on my re-creation of the War of 1812, shaking my head in frustration.

*** Three Hours Later***

"Bloody brilliant idea, don't you think?" I admired our handiwork.

"Amazing. I think you're all set, Gin." Yasmina stood up, pulling Issy with her.

"See you Monday then, eh?" I walked them to the door, referring to my weekend getaway that would cause me to miss the pleasure of their company.

"Right you are. Bye, Ginger." Issy gave me a quick hug, then took Yasmina's hand. Yasmina waved at me with her free hand. Then they walked down the hall and disappeared into a stairwell.

I closed the door behind them and grinned.

"Were those two your bloody lesbian friends?" My mum scared me.

"MUM!! Yasmina and Isabell are not lesbians! They've just been inseparable since birth." I rolled my eyes. Then I felt sad. "Did I ever have anyone like that back in England?"

"Yea, but fortunately it was a bo-" My mum stopped herself.

"I was best friends with a boy!" I was ecstatic. Then I had a slip.

*******

I was flying around an open field. Well, not exactly open. It was surrounded on all sides. Some kind of stadium. There were three hoops on either end.

I looked at the decorations. It was colored burgundy red and emerald green. I looked down at my robes. They were red as well.

"Alright there, Ginger?" a Scottish voice asked behind me.

I turned. "Yea. Alright there, Wood?" I flew up next to him.

"Best I've been all year. Just find the Snitch."

Then, I spotted the little golden ball. I dove for it. "Just a bit further," I whispered to myself.

"Bensington's got the Snitch! Gryffindor wins the House Cup!"

There was applause and chanting. But the most important thing was Wood, grabbing me from behind and twirling me around in a big hug.

"We did it, Gin! We won!"

*******

"Ginger, dear, you alright?" My mum looked at me in panic and reached a hand out toward me.

"Oliver! I remember!" I looked at her in horror. "You and Dad, you put a memory charm on me so I'd forget!" I backed away.

"Sweetheart, now calm down. We didn't mean to hurt you." My mum closed the distance between us. "It's just, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was getting ready to come back, and-" She looked away in pain.

"What, mum?" I placed a hand on her shoulder.

"We don't want the prophecy to come true!" She turned back to me with tears in her eyes.

"What prophecy?" I wrinkled my brow in frustration.

"Well, you know the one about the child who will destroy the Dark Lord?" My mother was referring to the prophecy made when I was young. It was made by a distant cousin. It was the one that caused Voldemort to kill. I nodded at her. "Another prophecy was made, not long after, that a current little girl was the key to his or the child's destruction, years down the road. You are the proper age and so vulnerable, your dad and I just wanted to get you out of England, but couldn't until you'd already started at Hogwarts. We thought if we raised you as a Muggle, you might be safe from your future."

"You think I'm the one in that prophecy! I highly doubt it." I crossed my arms in defiance. "That is still no reason to put a memory charm on your daughter!"

"But we did it to protect you, love!" My mum hugged me.

"I know, I know. From possible death, brought with the probability of being said girl." I began to cry. "But, Mum, I want to go back. I don't care about the risks." I glanced at her through my tears. "Will you train me so I can go back to Hogwarts for Wood's, and mine's, 7th year?"

My mum nodded her tear-streaked face. "Of course. It's your right. Besides, there's no point in keeping you away now that you've found out. I couldn't bare to charm you again."

My mum and I settled it. The end of the second term of my junior year was almost here. She'd start training me immediately for what I'd missed since my fourth year at Hogwarts. Then, hopefully, I'd be able to go back, next year, one final time.

A/N: What did you think? I don't know how long this will be, but I'm hoping you all like it. It's kinda of nice, I think. R/R. ~Nelli~