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Yo! Welcome back to Like Yesterday… I've used that before

Yo! Welcome back to Like Yesterday, a story written by a crappy writer… god dang it!

Please forgive me, for the scenes with Hagrid's dragon and the Trio's thoughts about the sorcerer's stone may be butchered. I did notes on the first book but I didn't do parts on the dragon….

I'm sure that you all know about the M section on fanfic… I was scrolling down and reading the summaries and came across one that misspelled mischievous in a way that made me think of a 10 year old. I face-palmed.

'Tis a bad day for fanfic.

Let's a go!


Like Yesterday Previously

*Tumble*

The Snitch was now nowhere in sight as Harry was now on the ground after he rolled off his Nimbus. Harry stayed there for a moment after he noticed there was something in his mouth, before coughing it up and holding the Golden Snitch in his right hand.

"Whoa…"

Thunderous cheers were heard from the crowd, professors clapped, and Hermione and Ron were now running towards Harry on the field.

"I like this game…"


Like Yesterday

After Quidditch Match against Slytherin

Harry, Hermione, and Ron immediately ran to Hagrid's. They couldn't… no… could believe that Snape would try and hurt Harry. They were boiling with rage, infuriated, and needed to tell someone. It was night time but they still stomped up to his hut and banged on the door.

"Hmm…" a large man answered it.

"Hagrid," Harry said to the man in the doorway. "do you believe that Professor Snape would hurt me?"

"Wat're yew talkin' about?" Hagrid responded. "Professer Snape woundn' hurt anyone."

"But!" interfered Hermione.

Hagrid shook his head until he said, "We'll talk inside me home."

The three first-years sat on a crumbly old couch facing Hagrid on a leather seat. Harry started off slow, reciting what happened earlier about Quidditch.

"It was clearly Snape," Ron said.

"I second that," Hermione added.

Harry gasped and he half-yelled out, "Does this have to do with the three headed dog!?"

Hagrid's eyes widened at the words "Three headed dog". "What do ya know about Fluffy?"

Ron's eyes widened the size of dinner plates. "YOU NAMED THAT BEAST, FLUFFY!?"

Hagrid's ears turned deaf at the end of that sentence. "What do ya think I would name 'im?"

Ron's mouth turned into a really depressed fish's. "I would have named it something like Killer!" he scowled.

Something in Hermione's head connected together. "What if Fluffy's guarding something and Snape's trying to steal it!?" she exclaimed.

Hagrid began to sweatdrop at her conclusion. "Snape's not tryin' to steal anything!" Hagrid insisted. "If anything he is trying to protect it! It is from firm orders of Headmaster Dumbledore, Nicolas Flamell, and Professor Dragneel!"

Hagrid quickly shut his mouth by his gigantic hand. "I shouldn' have said that…" he whispered.

Hermione quickly realized his slip up and grabbed Harry's and Ron's hand.

"Let's go!" she said, leaving a terrified Hagrid in his hut.


Days later during Christmas break.

Natsu and Rubeus were lugging a very large Christmas tree into the Great Hall. Hagrid's beard was filled with snow because his professor threw a snowball at him.

Once he set it down with Hagrid's help into the Great Hall, he looked around and spotted a blonde haired woman.

"OIIIII, LUCEEE!" he yelled across the hall. All of the first-year students in the hall quickly disposed of their outer layer, they weren't used to the ball of fire yet.

Lucy was at the moment helping Neville with his Astronomy homework, they only had a few more classes until their finals because the weather wasn't looking good.

Natsu happily skipped over to Neville, who was sitting close to Harry and Ron, who were both playing Wizard's chess. Once he looked over Neville's shoulder to stare at the Astronomy book, he whined.

"STUDYING IS BOOOORRRING!"

Lucy tried to slap him but failed, again.

"I'd rather play Wizard's chess." Natsu stated.

"That requires a brain." Lucy deadpanned.

"OIII! I ain't dumb!"

"Yes, you are."

"No, I ain't!"

"You are!"

"I ain't!"

"You are!"

"I AIN'T!"

"BLOODY HELL BE QUIET!" Ron yelled. "WILL YOU PLEASE STOP ACTING LIKE AN OLD MARRIED COUPLE!"

Neville looked up from his book. "They are old and married."

Lucy and Natsu placed their right hands to their hearts and they were in shock. They said, at the same time, "WE AREN'T OLD!"

Lucy broke off and said, "IF ANYTHING, NATSU IS WAYYY OLDER THEN ME! FOUR HUNDRED OR MORE YEARS TO BE EXACT! CALL HIM OLD!"

Natsu turned to look back at her. "THAT DOESN'T COUNT!"

Hermione, who just walked in while holding her suitcase, whispered to herself, "Four hundred years…"

Harry, who watched the entire ordeal, got tired of the shouting and said to his professors, "Can you please stop arguing? Ron and I want to play Wizard's chess and I bet Neville wants to study."

Lucy bowed apologetically and stared at Natsu until he did the same.

"Gomen…" Natsu said slowly.

The argument made the Great Hall completely quiet except for a few "Knight to..." and "Bishop to…". Natsu just shifted his eyes sadly to Lucy and to Ron and Harry's game until he had an anime light bulb appear above his head.

"OII, Luce?" Natsu questioned.

"Hai?" Lucy replied.

"Do ya wanna go have a snowball fight with some first-years?"

Lucy looked over to Natsu with gleaming eyes.

"Sure."

The two both turned back to their students and Natsu asked to Harry and Ron, "Would you wanna go play with us?"

Lucy did the same.

Hermione walked to the Gryfffindor table where Natsu was looking over Ron's shoulder and sat down next to Harry.

"Make sure to look up Nicholas Flamell…" she whispered into Harry's ear.

She didn't notice Natsu's gaze snap to her when she said that.

On Hermione's way out she said to Professor Dragneel, "Professor? Do you know anything about a dog named Fluffy?"

"Huh?" Natsu deadpanned.

Hermione immediately discovered that Natsu wouldn't be a great source to get information from, except when it came to dragons. She gave Harry a silent shake to her head to not pursue Natsu any further.


Christmas day

There was a small amount of Gryffindors in the Common room today, as well as in the Hufflepuff's, Ravenclaw's, and Slytherin's too. It was now Winter break, a time when Hogwarts students get to leave their boarding school and go back home for a week or two. Even Hermione, who loved studying and reading Hogwarts' books had to go home for the break.

Ron ran down the stairs as soon as he woke up. "HARRY!" he yelled up Gryffindor tower.

Harry slowly but surely got out of his bed, taking his glasses with him. "What, Ron?!" He yelled back.

"It's Christmas!" Ron screamed once more. "You have presents!"

Harry's eyes widened the size of dinner plates, "I have presents?" he asked once he got to the bottom of the stairs, looking at the ten foot tree in the common room.

"Of course!" Ron said with a smile but then it turned upside down when he said, "Have you not had any presents before?"

"No." Harry breathed out.

"I-I see." Ron tried to perk up the mood when he picked up an old used shoebox. He read the name on the blue tag on it. "~Harry Potter~ Looks like me mum made you something… or more specifically a sweater or a scarf."

"Huh?"

"Me mum knits us a sweater or a scarf every year. I guess she decided to give one to you also."

Ron threw the box to the skinny black haired male, who shakily caught it. He slowly untied the red lace which was keeping it together and a scarlet colored scarf with the initials H.P. were embroidered on the tips appeared.

Ron grabbed another present from underneath the tree when Harry was still gawking at his first Christmas present. Ron looked at the nametag and groaned. "It's for me…"

Harry placed his scarlet scarf on a chair before looking back to Ron. The fiery haired tween slowly unraveled his string and reluctantly opened the box. He groaned louder when he pulled out a maroon scarf with a large R on the tips.

"BLOODY HELL, NOT AGAIN!" he yelled.

"What?" a confused Harry questioned.

"She made me another MAROON COLORED SCARF!"

Harry just looked at Ron dumbfoundedly.

"She makes it maroon every single year! Maroon isn't even a good color! It doesn't match my hair at all!"

When Ron put the scarf on, Harry nodded, completely agreeing. Maroon was a disgusting color on Ron.

After a little while, Ron emptied out the bottom of the tree until there was a black garbage bag left. Ron dragged it out and threw it to Harry, who was now eating some All flavoured jelly beans on the couch.

"'S the last one. It has HP on it." Ron said as he sat on the couch next to Harry.

Harry used his fingernails to pry open the bag. Once he made a decently sized hole, he saw a white letter in it.

"~I was given this by your father before he died, please use it well.~" Harry repeated.

Ron chewed on some jelly beans and it made his voice sound weird. "Anneee nnome? (Any name)"

Harry somehow understood Ron's jibberish and replied, "No, it just said, 'use it well'."

Harry tossed the letter to the side and he ripped more of the bag, he thought there was nothing in there but it was apparently black. Harry grabbed what seemed to be a black rug out of the black garbage bag. He stared at it dumbfounded along with Ron.

After a few moments of silence, Ron's eyes glittered. "PUT IT ON!" he screamed.

Harry quickly put it on, he was confused about Ron's eagerness.

"Look down!" Ron said with a devious smile.

And he did. Harry didn't see his lower half, only the floor underneath him. He eeked.

Ron snorted laughter until he said "That's an invisibility cloak! They come up once in a decade! I wonder how your father got ahold of one?"

Harry was reminded of something Hermione told him after they left Hagrid's.

"Find Nicholas Flamell in the Restricted section in the library."

Harry quickly placed the cloak underneath his bed, saving it for later.

*DING DONG, DING DONG, DING DONG, DING DONG, DING DONG, DING DONG, DING DONG!*

The grand Grandfather clock signaled seven in the morning. At eight am on Christmas day all of the remaining first-years and above were allowed to go outside for a snowball match held by Professor Dragneel.

Ron quickly ran upstairs to gather his stuff and Harry put on his dark cloak. They both put on their new scarves also.


In the snowstorm

'Twas a showdown. Slytherin and Ravenclaw vs. Gryffindor and Hufflepuff. While Slytherin and Ravenclaw had more players and more brains, Gryffin and Huffle had the two teachers. Natsu was wearing a cocky smirk while staring at the referee, Snape.

Natsu was always on good terms with Snape and had somehow acquired an I.O.U from him. Natsu decided to use it now. (I owe you)

Snape just glared at the Gryffindor team or to be more specific, at Harry. He lightly shivered in his heavy cloak. He clicked his tongue when he saw Natsu smirking at him. He gathered a deep breath in the snowstorm and yelled out, "GET READY… GO!"

All parties on the snowy field ran behind their snow mounds. A few unlucky ones were forced to hide behind trees, in which they were eliminated quickly by the other team. Susan Bones, a very smart girl in Hufflepuff started to tell orders to a few Gryffindors, namely George and Fred Weasley. They quickly said, "Yes, ma'am." And ran threw a few smoke bombs onto the field.

Snape was about to yell out "Detention!" but Natsu came up behind him and said, "There aren't any rules in this match…" Natsu quickly disappeared into the storm afterwards.

The purple smoke covered the entire field quickly because of the wind. No player choked because the smoke bomb was made especially for pranks, not for death. Blindly thrown snowballs were thrown onto the field, some getting lucky and hitting a few players.

Harry had a hard time to see through his foggy glasses but he could always see the fiery red hair of his companion, Ron. They stealthily moved behind trees to get behind enemy lines. Harry crouched down and started to make a few snowballs as Ron threw a few at the unsuspecting Snape.

Snape got pissed off to say the least. "There are no rules…" he said underneath his breath as he began to make snowballs of his own. He placed one in his right hand he aimed with his left, right towards the flash of color in the storm.

*GUHH*

Harry looked behind him to see Ron, shot with a snowball. It played out like a dramatic television show. Ron tried his hardest to make it traumatic and he played out his last lines perfectly.

Harry, who caught on, yelled into the snow, "NOOOO!"

Natsu went behind Snape again and he patted him on the head, before taking out a snowball from behind him and putting it down Snape's shirt.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAAH! UMPH!" Natsu laughed until he cried. Lucy grabbed one of her own snowballs and threw it at the pinkette. She soon yelled out, "EVERYONE FOR THEMSELVES!" All of the 'dead' players revived themselves and ran away.

'Twas the best day of Harry's life.


Later that night

Harry slowly creeped out of his four poster bed and he slipped on his slippers. He pulled out his drawer underneath his bed and he grabbed the black cloak. He walked over to a window and grabbed the oil lamp residing on the side. He didn't light it.

He put it on his bed before putting on the cloak and grabbing it again. He knew he was invisible but he knew he had to keep quiet.

He slowly walked out the fat lady's portrait and she sprung awake.

"Who's there!?" she questioned.

Nobody answered.

Once Harry got to the library, Harry switched the light on. A dim flame was the only light he could afford to have. He slowly walked to the end of the room until he saw an iron fence accompanied by a large lock.

He remembered when he, Hermione, and Ron were almost killed by that dog. "Alohomora!" he chanted.

The large lock opened as if a key unlocked it. Harry slowly swung it open, making sure it wouldn't creak. He slowly walked through the isles until he came across the Fs.

Harry recited, "Nicholas Flamell… Nicholas Flamell… Nicholas Flamell…" underneath his breath while looking for the book.

Harry grabbed an old book which was restrained by iron chains. He opened to a random page and the book began to scream.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH—"

Harry shut the book quickly and placed it back on the shelf. The scream was still echoing through his ears but he still heard a loud *SCREECH* sound.

"Who's there!?" An angry Filch said.

Harry quickly turned around, allowing the lamp he sat down to fall over.

*CRASSHHH* *FOOTSTEPS*

Harry quickly tugged on his cloak and ran out the Restricted section into the actual library.

"Is there something wrong?"

Harry looked to the two men blocking his path. Filch looked to the newcomer.

"Professor, I just heard something break in the Restricted section. Most likely a lamp." Argus added.

Natsu nodded and looked away. Harry started sweatdropping when Natsu looked straight into Harry's eyes.

"I see…" Natsu said.


I'M DONE! Yay. Sorry for not getting this out during the weekend. I was at my Brother's graduation on Saturday and on Sunday I was… I don't remember.

But I couldn't do it so sorry. I'm trying so hard to salvage the Hagrid gets a dragon plot. :P

I hope you like the snowball fight! If you have an idea that you want Natsu or Lucy to do with the kids I will gladly accept it.

Have a nice day, morning, night, afternoon.

Bye.