Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, the Chosen One, the Boy-Who-Defeated-Voldemort, the Boy-Who Totally-Kicks-Ass, (last one courtesy of the twins) whatever you call him, was standing in Professor Dumbledore's office. Well, it was Dumbledore's in his life, but that had ended the year prior to this one. He was facing Dumbledore's portrait, sitting in the same chair he had always sat in. The middle one, directly across from where Dumbledore's chair was. Just sitting in that chair brought both happy and painful memories. Standing right by Dumbledore's desk was Professor McGonogall.
"So Harry, what do you say?" Dumbledore's portrait smiled kindly, and Harry swore that he saw the ancient blue eyes twinkle.
"What am I supposed to say?" he answered back. Professor McGonagoll shot him a death glare. He just smiled cheekily at her.
"Well, you are giving me the option of going back in time, for my parents last year in school, take my seventh year classes there, and bring three people of my choice, so I am kind of shocked, I mean first, how the hell are we supposed to get there since we broke all of the time-turners, secondly, won't that alter the past?" Harry stared up at his old professor. Said professor chuckled.
"Don't you mind those things Harrry, you and whoever you pick deserve the vacation, especially if I am right with my assumptions on who you are going to bring." Dumbledore answered merrily.
Harry just rolled his eyes, completely ignoring Professor McGonagoll's pointed glares at his apparent disrespect to Dumbledore's portrait.
"Potter, just answer!" the strict professor snapped. Harry laughed.
"I say…" he paused, accomplishing the desired of effect of Proffesor McGonagoll getting even more impatient and glaring at him fiercely. "Bloody hell, yes!" he answered. Dumbledore chuckled and Professor McGonagoll muttered something that sounded remotely like, 'definetly his father's son.'
He stood up, getting ready to leave the room.
"I am going to inform the people I'm taking with me." He answered McGonagoll's silent question.
"Be back at six this evening Potter!" McGonagoll yelled at his retreating back. He merely held his hand up in response and left the circular office.
When McGonagoll was sure that Harry was not in ear shot shot, she turned to Dumbledore.
"1977 doesn't know what's about to hit it." She informed the portrait. He chuckled, his blue eyes twinkling merrily.
"What ever do you mean Minervra?' he questioned. She rolled her eyes in response.
"Don't play dumb, Albus. You know as well as I do that ever since he defeated Voldemort, that boy's father has shown through him more." Albus laughed again.
"True, very true. The school is in for a shock, isn't it?" Albus answered, his ancient face scrunched up in a grandfatherly type smile.
"I pity it, two Potters. Poor, poor school." She shook her head. Albus's merry laugh rang around the room.
Harry was ambling down the third floor corridor. He seemed to be completely oblivious to all around him. He was thinking heavily on what he had just been told. Being able to actually see, not only his parents, but Sirius and Remus alive again. He missed them both terribly, Sirius's bark-like laughter, Remus's soft smile and encouraging responses. It would be great to see them as teenagers, carefree, and having fun. It would be amazing to see Sirius as how he looked in the pictures of his parents' wedding, carefree and handsome, without the slightly haunted look that thirteen years' spent in Azkaban had awarded him.
It had been easy to convince himself to go, it was the other's that he worried about. Hermione would worry that he would mess the past up, Ron would not dare to disagree with his new girlfriend, and Ginny, well she was just Ginny.
He was so deep in thought that he hadn't realized he had already reached the Gyffindor Common Room entrance until the portrait of the Fat Lady snapped at him.
"Are you going to stand there all day or what?" he blinked, surprised, and looked up at the portrait. She was glaring at him. He just rolled his eyes and told her the password and she swung open muttering about disrespect. He scrambled in to the common room and headed over to where his friends were located.
"Hey guys," he greeted, jumping over the back of the couch and landing next to Ginny. She laughed.
"Hey," she responded, her hazel eyes meeting his green. He smiled back. Ginny was gorgeous, her long red hair reaching to the middle of her back in cascading waves, with curves in all the right places, and beautiful hazel eyes with flecks of green and blue in them.
Harry turned his eyes away from Ginny to Hermione and Ron, sitting across from them. Hermione had also grown to be a very pretty woman, with her frizzy hair now wild curls, curves, and intelligent doe-brown eyes. Ron was the same Ron, lanky with freckles and carrot colored hair. He and Hermione were now going strong and had been ever since their make-out session during the Final Battle, a month ago. They had finished fixing up the castle with help from the Weasley family, Ministry, and the Order.
The castle was as beautiful as ever, exactly the same as it had been before the war took place. The bodies that had been there, both death eaters and students alike, had been buried by loved ones. The Malfoys were parted, mainly because Harry had let it slip to the press that if it weren't for Narcissa, he would be dead and Voldemort would have still been at large.
"What do you need, Harry?" Hermione asked intelligently. She could always tell when he had something on his mind. A feat that was both a pain and a blessing. Right now, Harry was leaning more towards a pain.
"Well, I just got done talking to Dumbledore and McGonagoll and they gave me a proposition…." Harry trailed off, not meeting any of his friends' faces. Hermione put her copy of Withering Heights down and turned her attention fully on Harry.
"What kind of propostion?" her eyes narrowed when he hesited.
"Er..Well, it's kind of.. basically.." he paused, not knowing how to exactly phrase it quite the right way. Hermione tsked impatiently, her brown eyes boring in to his green in a way that quite clearly said 'just spit it out!' He gulped.
"Welltheyofferedtoletmegointothepasttomyparentsseventhyearandtakeyouguyswithme," Harry finished. Ron and Hermione looked at him weirdly. Ginny rolled her eyes.
"He said that Dumbledore and McGonagoll offered to let him go into the past, exactly the time where his parents are going into their seventh year, and take us with him." She deciphered for them. Ron looked at the two of them as if they were crazy.
"How the bloody hell did you undestand that, it sounded like gibberish to me!" Ginny looked at her brother disdandly before turning her attention back to Harry.
"I'll definetly go, sounds like fun!" she reached up and lightly pecked his cheek. He blushed and Ron turned his attention away.
"I'll go too, we've always gone together, that's not changing now. Especially with my sister going." He added as an after thought. Ginny glared at him while Harry chuckled lightly. All that was left was getting Hermione to agree. As they were reading each other's minds, all three of them turned to Hermione, who had a thoughtful expression painted on her face.
"Pretty please, mione?" they all gave her doe eyes and she laughed.
"Fine, but when do we leave, I want to get packed as soon as possible," Harry looked at her slyly.
"We leave tonight," he answered, a Potter-worthy smirk on his face. Hermione jumped to her feet noiselsy.
"Well it's a good thing you mentioned that!" she scolded him before running up the staircase, nondoubtedly to get ready.
Harry, Ron, and Ginny looked at each other for a moment before bursting with laughter.
I wrote this a while ago, when I had writer's block for Starting Again and found it so I decided to finish it and post it up to see if you guys like it. Tell me if I should continue please.