Disclaimer; Do I honestly need to keep telling you people that I don't own these characters?

/ Ah, fudge it you know what this means. /

A/N; Cheers to everyone who noticed the Cameo last Chapter. I wonder if she will ever find anything to write about?

Harry grinned when he got his class schedule the next morning. Normally, potions first thing on a Monday morning was a very bad thing, but what he was grinning about his afternoon. He had DADA with Moody immediately after lunch. He was pleasantly surprised to learn Lucy had him right after breakfast.

A quick mind chat later and Operation Constant Vigilance was a go for launch. Little did he suspect that Lucy was modifying the plan on her mother's orders. He should have known better than to trust the Lady or the Coven with details of his plans.

Harry and Hermione arrived on time for Potions, but Ron was a tad slow wanting to catch the last bacon wrapped bread rolls at breakfast. He entered just as Professor Slughorn was about to close the door. They took their seats and got out all the usual supplies, anxious to learn what potions they would be brewing this year. Harry was particularly interested as many of the NEWT standard potions would be useful in his… other pursuits.

They had just begun discussing the term long project of brewing Felix Felicia (they weren't expected to succeed it was explained, but they were expected to learn), when a loud roar and loud shrieks of fear echoed down into the dungeon.

Harry smiled, Operation Constant Vigilance was underway and on schedule. His smile quickly disappeared however and was replaced by fear when he saw himself enter the class room and ask the Professor if he could deliver a message. After looking between the two Harry's Slughorn eventually agreed.

Harry tried to probe his doppelganger and discover who was impersonating him only to find himself in a very familiar mind. His own.

"Miss Flutter-bee wishes to inform Mr. Tundros that his plan was a success and she looks forward to sharing pensieve memories at his earliest convenience. Thank you for you time." The doppelganger held his hands towards the ceiling and chanted a few words before being consumed in flames of the purest white, leaving nothing at all behind.

The rest of the class looked at Harry for an explanation.

"Don't look at me I don't know either yet. Given what I do know however, I am probably going to have some fun with a time turner and learn some new spells soon."

"Why would you say that Mr. Potter?" Professor Slughorn was both impressed and concerned.

"Because I don't know why I was just here. I don't know what that message means. I most certainly don't know what that spell I cast was or where I went. What I DO know beyond a shadow of a doubt is that was me who just entered the classroom. I only know one way to be in two places at once and it involves a time turner."

"How are you so sure? And you sound as if you are speaking from experience with the time turner comment."

"Would you believe me if I claimed Legimancy? I refuse to confirm or deny any and all accusations of illicit time travel or changing the past for personal gain."

"That sounds like a story Mr. Potter, we'll have to sit down over a few glasses of mead someday. That get together we had last year at Hagrid's was interesting, I hope we can repeat it without the sad circumstances."

"Maybe later. Let's get back to the lesson. Did I ever tell you that vial of Felix you gave me last year saved mine and my friends lives? I am looking forward to learning."

At the end of the class, Harry came to talk to Professor Slughorn, "Professor, I have a free period now and if you aren't too busy, I would like to talk to you about the two of us having a bit of a business arrangement."

"What did you have in mind? By the way, what did you need all that niello for? That is not a common alloy, it hasn't seen much use since the days of Rome."

"All I will say on that is that if you ever see what I used it for you will know. If you do, I advise you to run screaming in the other direction as fast as you can. Anyway, back to business."

"I want to take advantage of your status as a Potions Master. I have learned quite a few interesting new potions this past summer, some of which drift into alchemy instead of pure potions. Now I know they are safe as I have used them myself and learned them from another Mistress. Where it gets sticky is that her status as such isn't recognized in Britain. I want to patent these potions and sell them or their recipes. I think they could be a great influx of new thought and a good money maker."

"Why do you need my help then? It sounds like you have everything planned out."

"Well like I said, she isn't recognized as a Potions Mistress in Britain or on the continent. To patent a new potion it seems you need a Master or Mistress to at least sign off on it. What I am proposing is that you and I "discover" all these potions again and split the profits. My name and my Mistress's on the patent, your seal of approval, and we work out a percentage that will keep you comfortable in retirement once the War is over and it is safe to go home. Think of the headlines we could make together."

"Well, we will have to perform at least some tests of course, but for say twenty percent of the profits I think we can work on some of them outside of classes."

"I was thinking more like ten."

"Fifteen? But I want full rights to any derivative works I find on my own."

"Oh, I don't know about the rights. Well I suppose, but there are two that we will want to keep at least partial credit on."

"Two of the more recreational ones I'll bet? They must be something very profitable, or very easily modified, yet previously unknown."

"Something like that yes. Mostly the potions I am thinking of are healing potions, but those two are indeed recreational or at least partially so. One is a very powerful stimulant that I think would be invaluable to law enforcement. The other is a drink. This new drink is an alchemical potion combining certain herbal effects, alcohol, and magic. I quite enjoy it, but changing the herb mixture would change the effects of the beverage and therefore break the patent."

"What it so great about the stimulant?"

"Imagine a stimulant so powerful that if you kept taking a dose every six hours you could stay awake and not even want to sleep for weeks before your body became saturated… Imagine that it tastes good. Imagine now, that it is safe for those with hear conditions or the elderly. Finally, imagine it is not habit forming. Unlimited energy to do whatever, with the only downside of deeper longer sleep when it wears off."

"It could be profitable indeed, but I shudder to consider it on the open market. That one will be restricted for sure, but will still sell in its proper uses. Do let me know how it works out with the time turner will you?"

"You'll be among the first to know."

Lucille smirked to herself as she headed off to her first ever lesson at Hogwarts, and coincidently to perform a prank she had been planning since she learned she was actually going to come. She liked what Harry told her about the Marauders and decided she was going to be the best one ever. And today she would prove it.

She ducked into a quiet alcove and pulled out the small wood box her mother had made for her. Inside, nestled gently among wood shavings were four clay balls enchanted with two spells each. The first spell made a shadow, an illusion that looked human and could be used like a puppet remotely. The second was a carefully designed tangled web with meant to be used against one person. She removed one of the balls and activated the spells.

When she left the alcove she was accompanied by Harry Potter. She and Harry-clone walked up to the locked door with a group of students outside. She silently unlocked the door with craft and Harry-clone ushered everyone inside. He put his finger to his lips and moved into a corner behind the teachers desk where he promptly disappeared.

Lucy smiled knowingly as people began to whisper and wonder. Not many knew of the connection between her and Harry yet. She had gone to bed before he returned to the common room, so the other first years didn't know.

Moody stomped into the classroom and gave a everyone a stern and searching look before setting his books down.

"Welcome to Defense Against the Dark Arts. I am Professor Moody, your instructor. When I am done with you, I expect you to be able to identify a hostile situation, asses the threat, and know how to react. No one expects a first year to be able to handle themselves in a fight, it would be a most unreasonable thing to expect. What I want you to do is know when a fight is about to break out, whether the people around you can handle it, and when to cut your losses and run."

"The best way to accomplish all three of these things is…"

Kaelas chose that moment to drop the sight shield and leap from the ceiling at the Professor with a roar of challenge. Everyone but Moody and Lucy screamed.

Moody shot off a stunner which just bounced off of Kaelas' shield. Kaelas hit him like a load of bricks and almost a thousand pounds of pure Acerian Cat muscle bore him down onto the floor. Lucy leaped onto his back and put her arms around his throat just as he pretended to attack Moody's throat. She wrestled with the monstrously large cat for a few moments, pushing him towards the corner with a Harry clone. He turned invisible again and stalked away.

"Bad Kitty! Are you alright Professor? You could have been hurt! Harry always said I needed Constant Vigilance, but I never knew it would come in handy like that!"

"He did, did he? Boy must have finally learned something." The gruff man replied with a hint of respect. It wasn't clear who he was respecting, but it was there.

"Oh, I would say I've learned a few tricks." Harry-clone said as the invisibility over his corner dropped. "Enjoy your lessons everybody and pay attention. This man is one of the best!" He said as he waved smugly and left the class.

Excellent, part one revised completed, now to send the clone to Potions to deliver a message and self destruct. The tangled web Jaenelle had wove should insure that any of Harry's probes were deflected back into his own mind. She wondered what Harry would think of her new prank, and whether he would ever figure it out.

Harry found her at lunch that day, "We need to talk, after dinner, I will tell you where later."

"Ok Harry," she said, smiling innocently.

Harry's own DADA lesson and prank did not go as smoothly. Since he knew Harry would be in the class, Moody was waiting for everyone outside the door and wouldn't open it until he was there. Fortunately Harry heard Moody before he came around the corner. He wrapped a sight shield around him and silenced his footsteps.

After the last bell, Moody grudgingly opened the door but only allowed one person through at a time. He was trying to make sure Harry couldn't get in undetected. Harry fortunately had other ideas, and craft made them possible. He held his breath and hoped he didn't screw up as he passed his body through the stone wall into the classroom.

He came out the other side dusty and gritty, and just a little sore. Passing objects and nonliving matter through solid object is one thing. Sending living flesh through stone was something else entirely. It wasn't comfortable.

Harry retired to his corner (the same one the clone had used earlier strangely) and waited for the inevitable. Moody let all the students in eventually, and immediately locked the door with both key and spell

"Granger, where's Potter?"

"I don't know sir, he stopped after Potions to talk to Professor Slughorn."

"Ah, had to apologize for being late did he?"

"No sir, we were the first two students there."

"Really, did he ever leave your sight?"

"No, why?"

"Nothing."

While Hermione and Moody were having their chat about the whereabouts of someone standing not ten feet away, that person was trying to liberate Moody's wands. After probing the area, he found that his clothes had almost know psychic scent implying they were new, but he apparently had three wands. One tucked into his belt. Another was placed in his boot, and the last was in a wand holster on his arm.

The first two he liberated with no problem but that holster was giving him problems. He found he couldn't summon it, he couldn't levitate it, and he couldn't hit him with a disarming jinx because he wasn't wielding it. Then it hit him. Wizards were hopeless with logic.

"Accio wand holster!"

Moody grasped desperately for one of his back up wands, which were no longer there and caught a stunner in the face. He woke up a few minutes later to an amused Harry Potter's grinning face.

"Constant Vigilance Moody."

"When did you get here? I know you didn't come in just now. I locked the door after I sent the first years on their way the same way I just let everyone else in. I didn't each lunch outside this room, and I never saw the door open."

"I did just enter, but not in a method you knew to watch for. You need to learn to expect the unexpected."

"I bet I know, you probably slipped back in during the first lesson and stayed after."

"Nope. I swear on my magic I did not enter this room at all today until about five minutes ago." Harry said smugly as Moody tried to figure it out.

Harry and Lucy didn't get to have their talk as right after dinner McGonagall and Moody marched over to his table.

"Mr. Potter, a word in my office."

"Certainly." He followed them to the seventh floor.

"Mr. Potter, would you please explain your actions in Professor Moody's class today."

"Of course since you said please. I came to his class today after lunch as is on my schedule. The Professor was waiting outside the door. Eventually he allowed the students into the room one at a time. I did not enter the room prior to that moment. I decided to test my skills and see what areas need improvement. After all, what hope could a seventeen year old wizard have against a master Auror fifty years his senior? I discovered that while my stealth and spell work are apparently up to par, my entry methods and reasoning skills need work."

"You claim this was the first time you entered the room today? And I hear you swore another Oath to that effect? This tendency of yours for making Oaths is a little unnerving. In what ways were your entry and reasoning methods deficient?"

"I noticed some stiffness and pain after gaining entry in the way I did, which tells me I need more practice. That it took me nearly three minutes to relieve the professor of his wands tells me my reasoning skills are not up to par. The only one I had trouble with was the obvious one everyone knew was there and that was a simple fix. The other two were easy in comparison. As to the Oath about it being my first entry, I would like to ask a favor."

"What favor is this Mr. Potter?"

"Well, apparently I did and am going to do some time traveling today. Does Hogwarts still have that time turner Hermione used in our third year?"

"What time traveling is that, what do you need to accomplish that badly? And no, we don't have that one any more. It was returned to the Department of Mysteries and destroyed when a group of students you may know fought a group of death eaters."

"Damn, that complicates things. I don't know what I am supposed to accomplish. Apparently I was seen by the entire first year DADA class while I was in Potions with Professor Slughorn. I then came to potions, gave a message I still don't understand and left in a manner I can't explain! Apparently I am supposed to travel back in time, disrupt a lesson, learn a new form of magical travel that works within Hogwarts, and deliver a message I can't understand!"

"That is an interesting dilemma. Unfortunately, all the time turners were destroyed during your little jaunt to the ministry. If there are any left, they are under far better security now and I know you couldn't get one in time. A time turner can only go back a maximum of a day, and can't go back before it was made. So even if you learned to make one sometime in the next 16 hours, you can't go back. I only hope you haven't killed us all with a paradox."

"I guess saying 'oops' here isn't going to help."

"Not at all, but now that you've mentioned the first years' lesson, I have to remember our conversation from last night. It seems that a room containing twenty first years, who were all accounted for, and the two of you (one of which was time traveling illegally), suddenly gained and lost a large white tiger while you disappeared and later reappeared. I know last night you swore and Oath that you were not an unregistered animagus, but tell me. Are you a registered Animagus?"

"I swear on my magic I am not a white tiger animagus. To my knowledge, neither is Lucy but I won't swear to that."

"Stop making Oaths!"

"Lumos. Look it must be true. Can we point the fingers somewhere else now?"

"Mr. Potter you are as frustrating as trying to nail jelly to a tree. Get out of my office before I turn into an alcoholic."