Andrea popped out of the portal and landed in the water of the pool…but it just looked sort of…different. The snack bar that had been built there in 1957 was gone…so was the slide that had been built there in 1945. Andrea looked around herself, confused.

Suddenly, a purple cloud opened out of nowhere, and Hermione popped out of it. Andrea looked at her, confused. Hermione looked so afraid when she appeared—but when she saw Andrea, she looked immensely relieved. She hugged her friend and said, "Andrea, oh my God, I'm so glad that I found you!"

"What's up with you?" said Andrea. "They just removed some stuff, didn't they, and I saw some flying squirrels."

"No, no, no, Andrea!" said Hermione, looking anxious. "What did they remove?"

"Well…they removed the snack bar they built in 1957," said Andrea, confused. "Oh, and the slide they built in 1945."

"Oh, Andrea, don't you get it?" said Hermione. "They didn't remove them! They just haven't been built yet!"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean," said Hermione, "that I think we've gone back in time! Come on, we've got to find out, somehow, what year it—"

"Herm!" Andrea yelled. She had swum over to a sign near the edge of the pool. "Come and look at this sign! I think you're right!"

Hermione, fearfully, swam over to the sign. For once, she didn't want to be right. If this was really the past, she didn't know how they were going to get back to where they had come from, and anything they did in the past could dramatically alter what happened in the future…and they might not even get born at all!

"'Today is July 16, 1945,'" read Hermione. "You're right, Andrea! It's not 1995! This is…this the pool 50 years ago, Andrea! The year's 1945, don't you see?"

"So?" asked Andrea. "Why are you getting all fussy over it?"

"Because!" Hermione cried desperately. "The slide's not here, how are we going to get back to where we came from? Anything we do could change the present drastically! We might not even get born at all!"

"It's that serious?" Andrea asked, her eyes, which were bright green, just like Lily's and just like Harry's, were nearly as big as dinner plates. She was fiddling with the gold locket that she always wore around her neck that had once belonged to Lily and had been found in the wreckage of the house and which had miraculously survived Voldemort's curse, rather like Harry had. Fiddling with that necklace was something Andrea always did when she was nervous or scared.

Hermione nodded. "Y-yes, Andrea. It is that serious."

"Oh my God," said Andrea, still fiddling with her mother's necklace. "Hermione, what are we going to—"

Before she could finish her sentence, though, she heard a boy's voice, screaming at the top of his lungs, right behind her. Hermione heard it, too, of course (how could she not hear it?), and they both turned around.

A very short, skinny boy with brown hair and huge glasses was pointing at the two of them and screaming. Suddenly, his face turned white and he disappeared under the surface of the water.

"He's inhaling water!" Hermione screamed. "He's going to drown, Andrea! We have to save him!"

So the two girls hauled the boy up onto the pavement.

"He needs mouth-to-mouth!" Andrea cried, very dramatically, holding his pale face in her hands and kissing him right on the lips.

The boy woke up after about a minute of this, and as soon as he saw that a girl was kissing him, he sat up and started screaming at the top of his lungs again. Soon he fell into the water and fainted again. Andrea sighed with frustration and leaped into the water, pulling the boy out with her.

She kissed him, again, and when he woke up, this time, he started screaming, but before he could get himself killed, Hermione put her hand on his shoulder and spoke to him in the most soothing voice she could muster.

"We're not going to hurt you," she said. The boy tried to sit up, but Andrea pushed him back down again.

"Why are you so afraid of us?" she said, but Hermione silenced her with a look.

"My name's Hermione Granger, and this is my best friend, Andrea Potter," Hermione said to the boy, smiling at him. "What's your name?"

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! PRETTY GIRLS!" was the boy's only response.

"Please cooperate with me." Hermione held the boy's hand and squeezed it. "Now, I'm going to ask you again. My name's Hermione, and this is Andrea. Who are you?"

"I-I'm Edward," said the boy fearfully.

"Hi, Edward," said Hermione kindly. She smiled at Edward and he sat up, looking at them, seeming very afraid.

"I can't believe you're scared of us…Edweirdo," said Andrea. "What's so scary about pretty girls, anyway? I do appreciate the compliment, though."

Edward shook his head, still looking afraid. "Pretty girls are the only thing in this town that scare me more than…the ghost."