Time Travel Sucks

They can't be ours

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The hat started talking in my head.

What an interesting past you have. But does it effect where to place you? Your intellagence is high, but your very brave.

'I don't want to interupt, but I would rather not hear about myself, if that's okay with you.' I thought.

Ah yes, I understand perfectly. So tell me, where would you like to be placed?

'Your asking me? I want your opinion first.'

The hat chuckled, smart girl. But you are also a very kind one and the way the Slytherine's are acting out. I would be afraid to change that.

'They are? Okay, send me there.'

Are you sure? Did you not just hear my warning?

'I did. I want to make up for my past by helping them not to make the same mistakes.'

The hat chuckled once more, Yes, smart girl indeed. If this is what you want.

The hat was no longer speaking in my head. He called out loudly to the entire Great Hall, "Slytherine!"

The woman removed the hat from my head, she then bent down to whisper in my ear, "Severus Snape, the last man at the end of the table on your left, he is head of your house. He is personally responsible for your stay here."

"Really?" I asked.

"Yes, you may go to him whenever you need, for whatever you need." She spoke even more quietly.

"Thanks, thats good to know," I smile.

"He isn't the nicest person, hardly at all, except to one person. Maybe you can make it two," The woman suggested.

So, the staff knew of my past. That's just great. I hope the students don't.

"You say he's mean?" I asked.

"He can be so mean, but he knows that he's personally responsible for you, which means he will watch his anger and listen to you," She spoke softly.

"Gives me the opening," I nod.

"It sure does," The woman smiled.

I smiled at her and then headed to toward where Severus was sitting, keeping my smile on. I even giggled a llittle to show my excitment. They would all think my excitment was something else. I walked right over to Severus and held out my hand.

"Hello Severus Snape, my name is Foxseta, but please call me Foxy." I nodded. When ever I told people this, it made me wish that my animagus was fox and not a wolf. If I only I controled that.

"What did Minerva tell you?" Severus asked.

"Oh, is that her name?" I give him a questionable look, ignoring his question.

"Yes, now what did she tell you?" Severus sounded impaitent.

"Just your name, that your head of my house, and that you are personally responsible for me," I nod.

"Wonderful," Severus sighed.

"She told me that I'm suppose to come to you when ever I need you and for what ever I need," I nod again.

"Unfortunetly, she was telling the truth," Severus sighed once again.

I just smiled, "Well I have a question,"

"What is it?" Severus asked.

"Why is the Great Hall still quiet?" I asked, confused, "It has been sense I walked in. It like went overly silent when the hat sorted me and it still is."

"Do you know how the hat sorts it's students?" Severus raised his eye-brow and that put buterflies in my stomach. Huh?

"Yes, of course," I nod, "My grandparents made sure I knew what I needed to about Hagworts. I am pureblood after all. Why wouldn't I be placed in Slytherine?"

"I'm no sure, but for some odd reason, I do not want to know about, no one really expected you to be in Slytherine," Severus looked away guilty. Which ment that he too thought that I would not be in his house.

"Then why are they still silent?" I cross my arms, "Are they that childish?"

"You have no idea," Severus sighed again.

The next thing either of us new, a girl was standing right next to me. She litterly came out no where. Her hair was a little longer then mine, and it was white. It was white. That girl I saw earlier was just really blond. But no where near like this. I wanted it so bad. She also had white eyes and was wearing a white rob, which everyone else was wearing black.

"God, I love your hair," I say at the same time she said, "I love your hair." Realizing this, we both giggle.

"Your animagus form is a wolf," The girl says.

"Unfortunatley and to top it off, its black," I grumble.

"You like white," She giggles, "So do I."

"But everyone is suppose to wear black robs and your not suppose to be able to appart on Hagworts ground," I say confused.

"Foxseta, meet Cleoy Crouch, the Special One," Severus said, "Cleoy this is Foxseta Tricks."

"Please," I groan, talking to both of them, "Call me Foxy."

"So this is the girl that you are now responsible for, Severus," Cloey nods, taking me in with her eyes, "I knew you were going to be in Slytherine."

"I knew it," Severus said, "And you didn't bother to tell me?"

"And ruin the surprise?" Cloey put on a fake shocked face, "I wouldn't be a good friend then would I Severus?"

Severus glared at Cloey and she just giggled, "I was busy with Neville," She confesses, looking toward the Gryffindore table.

"Too busy to tell me," Severus muttered and I saw the hurt go through his eyes, "That's new."

"Aww Severus," Cloey looked guiltily at her friend, "Don't look at it like that."

"I will look at it how I want to," He snapped.

That caused hurt to go through Cloey's eyes and Severus sighed, "I'm sorry. I didn't get much sleep last night."

"Maybe she will keep your mind off of Neville and I," Cloey smiled and I knew she was in on the staffs little plan with me changing this mans heart.

"I will do my best," I nod, causing her to giggle.

"Oh joy," Severus muttered and Cloey giggled more.

"We should sit down," Cloey told me.

"Sure," I nod.

Cloey leaned over the table, placed her index and middle finger under his chin and kissed his forehead, "Don't worry yourself too much," She told him before she apparted.

Severus sighed and looked at me. He could see the light smile I had of the scene. Cloey already had his heart, but not in the romatic kind of way. He cared about her and it was vise versa. I wonder if this happened with anyone else.

"What are you smiling at?" Severus asked, "Did you not hear Cloey? Go sit down at your table."

My smile grows bigger, "It was nice meeting you Severus," I walk over to the Slytherine table.

Cloey popped in between Neville and Ron, causing Ron to choke on his grap.

"Ron would you chew your food?" Hermione asked.

"Wa-it-he-fa-t-" Ron said with a mouth full, motioned towards Cloey.

"Whose fat?" Seamus looked up from his plat of food.

"No one," Ginny dove in.

"You were right, Harry," Hermione said, "She is in Slytherine."

"She sure is," Cloey said, remembering her talk with the staff, taking Neville's chin like she had with Severus except placing her thumb on top. She brought his lips down to hers. Neville froze for half a second, then relaxed. He wasn't entirely use to kissing, let alone Cloey openly loving it.

This time Ron and Seamus both choked on their food. Both never seen them kiss before, plus never seeing Neville kiss anyone period.

"Ronald," Hermione said.

Ginny giggled.

Ron looked between Cloey and Neville as Cloey blushed.

"You know," Ron started, "You two look a like."

"Of course they don't," Hermione shook her head, then looked at the two. She froze, "Your right, Ron."

"What?" Harry and Ginny couroused.

"Huh?" Cloey looked at Neville, "It's probably nothing important," Cloey dismissed it.

Luna started eating some graps off of her plate as Christina and Christan sat across from her.

"Hey Luna," Christina smiled.

"Hi twins," Luna smiled back.

The two were twins and that is that nick name Luna came up with for them.

"So Neville and Cloey, huh?" Christan asked, looking toward the Gryffindor table then at his sister.

"Seems that way," Luna said, sounding sorry.

"Do you think it'll last?" Christan asked.

"Of course it will," Christina snapped, "Cloey wouldn't be dating him if it wasn't going to."

"Besides," Luna said, "Neville's too nice to break up with Cloey and that means Cloey will feel guilty for breaking up with him."

"That's true," Christan said, "Sorry sis."

"Don't sorry me," Christina said, "It's my fault. I should have made my move. I didn't."

"I don't think they will last," Luna said, "They aren't in love. If anything they will just love."

"How do you know there not in love?" Christan asked.

"Because Love doodles aren't around them," Luna nodded, "They are around you," Luna looked at Christina.

Christina blushed.

"What about Ginny and Harry?" Christan asked, curious, "And Hermione and Ron."

"Yes they are," Luna said, "I'll bring my glasses so you can see them."

"That's okay," Christan said.

He would rather not have proof that Luna's made up creatures are real. That would definally get him a repution.

"Professor Snape got his own when he saw Foxy," Luna mused dreamily, "Draco has his own too."

"What?" The twins couroused.

"Snape, in love with her?" Christina asked.

"Who do you think Malfoy's in love with?" Christan asked.
"I believe so," Luna nodded to the girl, then turned toward her brother, "I have no idea."

As I walked over, I noticed the silence had turned to chatter. I sat down in an empty seat next a boy with light brown hair who was sitting across from a blond. He had the same light blond hair that the girl had. He has silver eyes and a mask on his face. The boy I was sitting next too, looked up at me. He has the same white eyes as Cloey.

"You were talking to my mom and Severus," The boy said.

"Cloey's your mom?" I asked, "How old is she?"

"Eighteen," The blond stated.

"And your what?" I asked the boy next to me, "Thirteen?"

"Fourteen," He nodded.

"How? She did not have you at the age of four," I said, "Did she?"

"No, thirteen," The boy said, "Time travel."

"Interesting," I muse.

"My name is, Damonic Crouch," The boy nodded.

"Draco Malfoy," The blond said.

"Call me Foxy, please," I begged.

"Did Professor Dumbledore say your last name was Tricks?" A brown skin kid asked.

"Sure did," I nod, knowing it was time for some one to put two and two together.

"That's an odd last name," The kid said.

Never mind.

I shrug, "I didn't choose it."

"I certainly hope not," The kid chuckled, "Blaise Zabini."

"Tricks?" Draco asked, "My father knows your parents."

"Does he now?" I fake muse.

"Your parents..." Draco trailed off, "Those were your parents?"

"Unfortanetly, yes," I nod, "That's why I live with my grandparents."

"What are you talking about, Draco," A black haired girl whose hair was pulled into a pony tail asked.

"Nothing, Pansy," Draco dismissed her.

"Pansy Parkinson," The girl told me, "I'm Dracos girlfriend."

"We are not dating, Pansy," Draco said, "How many times must we go through this."

"Until you give me a reason why we are not, then we are," Pansy smiled.

"How about the same reason I give you everytime, I don't like you that way," Draco said, clearly not wanting to talk about this anymore, exspecally not in public.

"Of course you do, honey," Pansy said, "Your just keeping up an appearance, but let me tell you something. You are nothing without me." She stood and headed out of the Hall.

"She's fun," I smiled.

Draco gives me an annoyed looked.

I drop the smile, "More like a kill joy."

"Your not kiddning," A dirty blond boy says, "She's been complaining for a month."

"Why don't you just tell her that your interested in someone else," A black haired, kinda big, tall guy says.

Draco looks away and Blaise keeps his eyes on him.

"You actually are interested in someone else," A chubby brown haired boy says.

"Yes," Draco states.

"Who?" The blond asks.

"Drop it, guys," Blaise orders.

"Fine," The black haired guy said.

"Foxy, this is Crabbe," Blaise motions towards the brown chubby boy, "Goyle," Black tall guy, "And Theo," The diry blond.

"Nice to meet you guys," I smile.

Goyle looks at me for awhile, before saying, "You better find a girl as your friend here thats not Pansy. Your going to want to find a dorm room."

"Mom said she was getting her own suit," Damonic said.

"That's also what I was told," I agreed.