Here is it! My beta, She Who Shall Go Nameless, and I seem to agree that this is the best. I think I displayed some of James here very well... meaning he is a total jerk that I want to strangle. Remember, people, this is his fifth year! And, seriously, do guys have no theories on Elizabeth? At all?? PLEASE? Someone?I love hearing theories and this story is getting more set in stone as I go.

dedicated to the wonderful She Who Shall Go Nameless, who took some time out of her very busy schedule to beta this!! We all are thanful for you!

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. Or Wicked, as the following quote is from the song Wonderful (said by the Wizard). Nice little hint!

"Elphaba, where I come from, people believe all sorts of things that aren't true. We call it history."- The Wizard, from Wicked, during the song "Wonderful"

Harry? I wrote quickly into the notebook after dinner. I was curled up in my bed, already finished with my homework. The other girls were gossiping about boys—even in Ravenclaw things never changed!

Yeah?

He wrote back a few moments later. I paused, not sure if I should tell him what I had seen.

--flashback--

I was walking to D.A.D.A. with Elizabeth. Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws had most classes together. We had been discussing our classes when I tumbled right into a fifth year—how embarrassing!

He spun around, his eyes flashing with malice. His wand was already in his hand, a hex on the tip of his tongue. Then he looked down and saw me, a little eleven year old.

If I had been in my own time, it wouldn't be so bad. But now, I had to stutter and be flustered because I'm just a first year. So, I did just that.

"S—sorry, are you okay? I didn't mean to do that, I wasn't paying attention, really!" I apologized over and over, scrambling to get my books from the ground. The boy's harsh features softened as he watched, and in no time, he was on the ground with me, scooping up the heavy textbooks.

"Hey, Prongs!" a voice yelled from down the corridor. It was then that I recognized the boy. James Potter. I was speechless again. However, I didn't have much time to regain my bearings, because Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, and Peter Pettigrew came running up.

"Who's this?" Sirius laughed, but in a rather nice way—he was teasing James. "You're new girlfriend? Thank goodness, he's gotten over Lily! Hear that, Pete? No more Lily this, Lily that!"

"No more Lily shaped handprints on his face!" Peter piped in, high-fiving Black. His tone became worried. "By the way, are you okay? I could hear that smack from our dorm last night!"

"Shut it, you guys!" James rolled his eyes, prodding them with his wand. "Leave the poor girl alone. She's a first year! And Peter, as a matter of fact, I woke up this morning and I couldn't see! She must've hit me hard."

"James, you have glasses. You can never see in the morning," Remus pointed out, but he was grinning.

"Good point, good point." The four boys seemed to have forgotten Elizabeth and I. we began to inch away slowly from them. I had to hide my smile—it was marvelous! Harry's father, alive and well. Sirius Black, free and uncaring and alive! Remus Lupin, happy as could be. And Peter Pettigrew, not a traitor as of yet.

A girl with flowing red hair walked towards us, a Gryffindor crest of her robes. Beside her, looking quite joyful, was a sallow faced Slytherin boy. Lily Evans and Severus Snape.

"How odd," I speculated to Elizabeth as we walked by. "I never thought that a Slytherin and a Gryffindor could be such great friends."

"Me neither! It's weird isn't it? Oh well, they seem pretty content. That Snape guy—I heard nobody really likes him though."

"Yeah, I heard that too…" I trailed off, thinking about all the times when Ron, Harry, and I would complain about his class. Our backs were to the fifth years now, but we still could hear their shouts. Lily was talking to some other friends and we knew that Snape would be all alone.

"Hey, look, guys! It's Snivellous!" Sirius shouted. Laughter rose from the Marauders and I even heard Remus give a stifled chuckle.

"Leave me alone, Black," Snape mumbled.

"No, I don't think we will," James smirked—I knew he was, even though I wasn't looking at him. "Petrificus Totalus! That's better. You see, Snape, we don't like it when people pick on our friends."

"James, Sirius, not here!" Remus hissed.

"Shush! Now, you see, one of your friends was picking on one of our friends. You're friends with Lucius, right?" Sirius went on, pleasure in every note.

"We were planning to show him what it's like when his friends get picked on…" I ran before I could find the results. I ran and ran and ran and ran. I couldn't hear it. I couldn't know that I just walked by and let him get hurt. Sure, it was Snape—if it was in my time, it would be hilarious! But now… now I just couldn't stand it. Perhaps it was the fact that it was being done by people I respected and thought highly of.

No. That wasn't it. It was a piece of it, but not all of it. It was because it reminded me of Draco Malfoy's cruel taunting of "Mudblood! Mudblood!" It reminded me of the way he picked on innocent kids. And mostly, because it reminded me of the screams at the Department of Mysteries. I couldn't hear it. I wouldn't.

--end

flashback--

Hermione, you there? The book vibrated slightly and I picked up my quill. I needed to make my decision. Would I tell him?

Yeah, right here.

What's wrong? Is everything okay?

Yeah. It's fine. I just miss home. How do you think we'll ever get home?

Who knows? I'm just toughing it out. I can't take part in the conversation going on here—they're talking about guys. As you know, I can not do that … at least not how they're talking about them. I'm taken anyhow!

I thought you broke up with Ginny!

I did. Doesn't mean I don't still like her.

Doesn't mean you're taken.

Does if she still likes me! And she does. I know.

Uh-huh. Right. So how was your first day? I didn't get to see you at meals.

Okay, I guess. Oh, and I spoke to Lena for you! She said hi, but doesn't want to be friends.

What?

It's too difficult. Slytherin vs. Gryffindor and all.

What about Lily and Snape? I gulped as I wrote it. Much further into the topic and we'd be right where I was trying to avoid. Why did I have to bring them up?

They've apparently been friends since before Hogwarts. I had no idea! It's so weird, what I don't know about my parents! Listen, I think they're downstairs in the common room right now. I can't take this girly talk anymore. I'm leaving. Talk later, okay?

Okay, fine. See you.

I set the book down under my mattress and slowly drifted off to sleep.

Harry POV

"I'm going down to the common room," I announced quietly, jumping off the bed. The four girls in my dorm looked at me with shock.

"But, Hera… the only ones there are fifth years and up! I don't know about you but… well, I think it would be better if you didn't hang out with the older kids until we get you fixed up. You're reputation could be ruined," Stephanie said kindly- well, trying to be kind, I guess.

"What? Fixed up? Explain! Someone!" I demanded. They all sighed and circled around me.

"Hera … oh, Hera, we know that you're a tomboy. It's obvious, but that doesn't mean you can't look and act nice sometimes, right?" a girl whose name escaped me began to lecture.

"Wait, what are you—"

"You don't even wear chapstick, I don't remember you even brushing your hair, you have no jewelry—not even a bracelet!" another ranted.

"What's wrong with that?" The gave each other those long stares you give when you know there's a lot of work to do.

"Sit," Stephanie instructed and I plopped back down on my bed. She gave me a once over and immediately began barking out orders. Merlin, when did eleven-year-olds get so efficient? Wait … this was in the past … so did eleven year olds get less efficient? It certainly seemed so.

However, they weren't like this at all when it came to other things, like homework. It must be the makeup.

"The first thing is your hair," the told me. A girl with long, honey blonde tresses herself perched herself on my bed. She stood on her knees as she began to yank a brush through my hair. My mind wandering as it was, the yanks came unexpected.

"Ow!" I screamed.

"Well, if you brushed it every once it a while it wouldn't be so bad. Someone get me detangler!" Spritz, spritz. This was torture!

"And what does this have to do with anything?" I asked them after five minutes of the pulling my hair out by its roots.

"Hera, it has to do with everything. Amy, get that knot out yet?" Stephanie continued.

"Yep!" chirped the blonde girl. "She's nearly done!" Yes! Now I could go downstairs! As Amy climbed off the bed, I leapt off and ran towards the stairs.

"Uh-uh. Bed. Now," Stephanie ordered. "You need your sleep if we're going to wake up early to do your make up and hair. And your outfit. It's a uniform, but you still can't just wear it plain! You need to accessorize. It's not hard. Just a purse or a bracelet or a clip or something is enough to…" and she went on and on. This would never end!

If I thought Mrs. Weasley was scary... well, let's just say I will never shrink away from her again.

I hope you liked it! And yes, eleven year old girls can be that scary and effiecent with makeup. I was one just a few years ago... and I don't know about where you all live, but near me, girls start wearing makeup and carrying purses by 10! I think my friends and I started carrying purses and wearing lipgloss at 8 or 9... and then they started wearing more makeup at 10 or 11. I was the last to wear anything past lipgloss... 12 :)