I unfortunately don't own any of the characters in the HP series they belong to Mrs Rowling.

Red and gold for Gryffindor

On Halloween morning, Harry awoke with the rest of the students and ignored the looks that had been sent his way, ever since he escaped from the infirmary. The incident at the Dada lesson had been spread over the school in the matter of minutes. He was hiding his hands, which were still badly bruised at the place were the Boggart Inferius had grabbed a hold of him, deep into his pockets.

Leaning, darkly over his bowl of porridge, he listened to Ron's attempts to cheer him up. "You could use the invisibility cloa… Ouch! What did you do that for?" Ron exclaimed looking at Hermione, who had kicked him under the table. She looked up from the Arithmancy book she had propped up against a jar of marmalade.

"Harry isn't going to sneak out, he has just been released from the infirmary and is not going to get sent there until earliest after Christmas. So please don't encourage him to get sent there again." Ron was staring at her insulted. Harry groaned and let his head fall down onto the table with a bang.

"I wasn't encouraging him to get sent into the infirmary. I just…Um, you all right Harry?" said Ron after seeing Harry making a rude hand gesture. "We'll bring you lots of sweets back from Honeydukes, Harry." said Hermione who was gathering up her books and making herself some breakfast, pointingly ignoring Ron who was glaring at her.

"Um…Harry? You're not truly disappointed about not going are you? I mean, you already knew. Right?" said Ron in a barely hear-able whisper, eying Harry searchingly.

"Not really, no" answered Harry, contemplating on whether or not to eat the soon-to-be-cold porridge. "But it would be nice with a bottle of Butterbeer, if you remember." he said, finally picking up the spoon.

After tasting the slimy, cold porridge and deciding to leave it after all, he walked Ron and Hermione to the Entrance hall, where the students were lining up to hand over their Hogsmead passes to Filch.

"Staying here, Potter?" shouted Malfoy, looking a little more like his usual self, no doubt after hearing about the now famous Dada lesson. "Yea, I'll see you when you get back!" Harry called back, enjoying the sight of the blond boys smirk disappearing. Malfoy was left to stare dumbfounded at the retreating back of Harry Potter, who slowly walked back into the castle. Harry smirked to himself, there was nothing better than getting under Malfoy's skin.

He walked the stairs up to the seventh-floor corridor, and started pacing past the wall, muttering under his breath. Harry had suddenly realised that Hogwarths was a magical castle. Maybe, just maybe the potions book was left where he had put it.

A door appeared and he quickly opened it, after making sure of being alone in the corridor. He soon shut it quietly, sighing. Not the right room, this was obviously harder than he had thought. He started walking again, what had he thought about that last time, when he'd dropped the book of? I want to find a room where I can hide my book, I want to find a room where I can hide my book, I want to find a room where I can hide my book. The door appeared again and he opened it holding his breath, only to slam it shut in frustration. He didn't need a library! He must have thought something else. He was going to find that book even if it took him the entire year. Time was something he had plenty of right now. After trying unsuccessfully, several times to find the right room, he finally gave up, giving the door a hard kick. Harry limped down to the library instead. Might as well do something productive. Madame Pince gave him a suspicious look when he entered the deserted library. He walked up to a shelf not really knowing were to start, and read the spines. He still didn't know how he had ended up four years back in time. He didn't think that the letter had been what sent him back. Snape would have used it on himself. But how had he travelled back to his third year in the blink of an eye and where was the letter. Harry had realised that the letter was missing and he didn't remember having it at the Leaky Cauldron.

…Mathilda and the magical rope of doom, time-travelling through the history, the secrets of time-travelling…Harry quickly looked around the library. Madame Pince was busy talking to a fourth year Ravenclaw. He grabbed a hold of the two books and hurried over to a table over looking the library in a dark corner. Lighting his wand for extra light he opened the first book.

The magical community has always been interested in time-travelling. In this book, we'll name all of the different travellers from the Famous Merlin to the not so well known Bertha Brookenhart.

Harry closed the book with a snap. He didn't care who or how many wizards that had time-travelled. He wanted to know how it worked. He opened the second book and groaned, it was written in another language. It looked very much as if it was runes, with the strangely looking letters. He whished for the first time ever that he'd chosen to take ancient runes instead of divination.

He couldn't ask Hermione for help either, she'd ask to many questions. He sighed as he brought the books back to the shelf he'd taken them from. They wouldn't fit back and stuck out more than the other books. Something must have fallen out behind them and now blocked the shelf. He yanked the books out and slid his hand in to pull out what ever it was. His hand brushed by something very warm, Harry quickly pulled his hand out and lit his wand with a quick Lumos. Pointing the tip of the wand on the shelf, he was surprised to see a book.

A red book, looking very innocent could be seen in the light of the wand. Keeping Mrs Weasley's words of wisdom to heart he just stared at it at first, but having the curiosity of a Gryffindor made him stick his hand back in and pull the book out. The book was burning hot, it felt like it was burning his hand. It flashed golden for a second and then golden letters slowly appeared.

The legacy of Gryffindor

A golden griffin was portrayed on the cover. The other books were forgotten on the floor as Harry sneaked out of the library with the red book firmly in his hands. He carefully tucked it under his jumper and pulled the cloak tighter as if he was cold.

"Harry." he turned around positive that he'd been seen, Remus stood in the doorway to his office.

"Oh, hi Rem…Professor Lupin." he said, torn between staying and running of to the Gryffindor tower to read the book.

"What are you doing?" asked Remus, motioning for Harry to enter his office."Oh, I…Um…" somehow, Harry didn't think Remus would be satisfied with a simple, in the library, answer. No, he would probably ask him what kind of book he'd been looking for and Harry didn't feel like lying today.

"I've just taken a delivery of a Grindylow for our next lesson." Remus said preparing tea. "Oh, that's nice." said Harry vaguely. "Would you like some tea Harry?" "Sure." he answered looking around the office. They sank into a comforting silence, whilst sipping on the hot tea.

Suddenly a knock on the door interrupted the silence. "Come in." called Remus. The door opened and in came Snape. He was carrying a steaming goblet and froze at the sight of Harry. "Ah, Severus." said Remus, smiling. "Thanks very much. Could you leave it here on the desk for me?"Snape set the smoking goblet down, his eyes still locked on Harry.

"Who invented the Wolfsbane potion anyway?" asked Harry suddenly, sniffing the vile potion. Both of the Professors gasped and Harry suddenly berated himself for his stupidity. He wasn't supposed to know that yet.

"Ah, I mean…" He giggled a little panicked, how was he supposed to get out of this one? "How long have you…"Where did you hear of the Wolf…" Remus and Snape asked at the same time. "I…just…know?" Harry suggested in a faint voice. "Oh, of course Harry. I'm so sorry. I completely forgot about your…eh…ability." Exclaimed Remus. Snape simply sneered at him with narrowed eyes, before leaving the office. Harry who felt a little ridiculous after using the seer excuse, left after promising to come back another day.

"There you go." said Ron, dumping sweets into his lap. Hermione handed him a bottle of Butterbeer. "Thanks. So what was Hogsmead like?" he asked, since it was obvious that they both were bursting to tell him.

"So what did you do?" Hermione asked once they'd run out of things to tell him about. Harry who had hoped to start reading the Gryffindor book once he got back to the tower, had been very disappointed when Neville had followed him up to the dormitory. He hadn't had the heart to leave the boy all alone. And the common room had started to fill with students coming back from Hogsmead anyway.

"Oh, you know. This and that." he finally said, shrugging his shoulders. "We had better go down, the feast will be starting in five minuets…" They hurried through the portrait hole and into the crowd.

The Great Hall looked amazing. It had been decorated with hundreds and hundreds of candle-filled pumpkins, a cloud of fluttering live bats and many flaming orange streamers, which were swimming lazily across the stormy ceiling like brilliant watersnakes. The food was delicious.

"Harry. What's up with Snape and Professor Lupin? They are both staring at you." Ron said quietly. "Oh, Harry. Did you get into trouble?" asked Hermione in a disappointed voice. "No! I didn't get into trouble. Snape always looks at me like that and I guess Professor Lupin looks at me, since I had tea with him earlier." Harry answered glaring at Hermione. Ron and Hermione sheared a look and returned to the feast at the table.

They followed the rest of the Gryffindors along the usual path to Gryffindor tower, but when they reached the corridor, which ended with the portrait of the fat lady, they found it jammed with students. "Why isn't anyone going in?" asked Ron curiously. "Let me through, please." Percy's words were missed by the people standing next to Harry. "NO! Oh, how could I forget?" He exclaimed. He'd forgotten all about Sirius coming. "Oh, Bother." was all he said as the Headmaster walked up to them.