Edward laughed at the comment Hermione made. She's hilarious, that's one of the reasons why I loved her, Edward thought. There were other reasons why he loved her. But, that was his secret. No one else knew about it. Not even Hermione. He shook his head, forgetting about that thought. What Hermione just said about Alex was hilarious!

"Your so funny," Edward chuckled as he put his book down on the table in the library.

"I'm being serious!" Hermione said. "I.Hate.Her."

Edward rolled his eyes. "Give me a reason why, atleast."

"She's putting my friends in danger," Hermione said.

"How can she?" Edward asked.

Hermione shrugged. She didn't want to tell him about what happened to Ron. She didn't even want to remember it. Maybe she was a little harsh on Ron. But, he did deserve it for bringing her into our group, right?

"Well, to me," Edward suggested. "It sounds like your jelous."

Hermione almost wanted to burst out in laughter. "Jelous? You think I'm jelous of her? When pigs fly that's when I'll be jlous of her!"
"Maybe you jelous because-"

Ugh. Here we go, Hermione thought.

"She's friends with Ron now, and that's taking some of Ron's time, to spend with her, more than he can with you."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Yeah. That's it."

Edward sighed. "It's ok to feel jelous. I would feel jelous too."

She had no choice but to just give in. "I just... want the old Ron back. You know the one that wouldn't betray us for anything."

"Us?" Edward questioned.

"Harry and I," Hermione said.

"He still might be."

"Edward! That girl is trying to set us up with Voldemort! What don't you understand?" Hermione snapped.

Edward stood up and looked down at her. "Think whatever you want, Hermione!"

On his way out he slammed the door, making her jump.

--

"Take out your text books and turn to page forty-nine," Professor Snape said, as he wrote on the chalkboard.

Ron sighed. huh?, he thought, as he opened the book to that page.

"Sir, what does the Prince's Tale have to do with the class?" Hermione asked, looking confused.

"Shush," Snape said. "You shall not speak unless you raise your hand and I call on you. Understand that?"

She slowly nodded.

"You-know-who know's how strong you are. He know's everything. He could be watching you right now," Snape lectured. Ron swore that he could see him grin a little. Was he trying to make it obvious?

Can you get to the point already? Harry thought to himself. Before I fall asleep.

He's making Voldemort sound like a stalker, Hermione thought. She turned her head to the right and at the end of the row of where she was sitting, she could see Edward smiling at her. She rolled her eyes. Probably reading my mind again.

"Now. I need a volunteer," Snape said quickly. "Potter. Come up here."

Harry looked at the class than slowly got up, and as slow as he could walked over to Snape. He was up to something, but Harry just didn't know what it was. Why did he even want a volunteer? Why did he make Harry go up? Why couldn't he just volunteer someone else? He probably just wanted to make Harry's life miserable. It was working so far.

"Potter, sit in this chair right here."

Harry sat down in the wooden chair.

"Now. The Prince's Tale is one of my favorite spells." He lectured. "What it does, is that it makes you go back in time, you almost feel like your part of that history."

What? hermione thought.

"You will begin to look at the past. Your mistakes will be there. All of them. That's why I chose Potter to demonstrate for us." Snape stopped walking around the room and went back to Harry.

"Are you ready?" Snape asked.

Harry sank down in his chair.

"No, no, no." Snape said quickly, all in one breath. "You need to sit up. If you don't, you will be stuck in that part of time in history forever and you will not be able to come back in this classroom."

Harry sat up. So. That's what he was planning to do. he wants me to be stuck in history and never come back to the real world. Well, guess again Snape. Your plan won't work this time... I hope. Hey, maybe we should try it on you next.

"Ready, Potter?" Snape asked.

He took a breath then nodded. Suddenly, Harry could feel shock all through his body. It made his fingers feel numb. This isn't normal, Harry thought. Just then, he couldn't see the class anymore. Everything was white! What was happening? Just as he thought that it felt like there was ten bricks on his chest. He couldn't move. It was like his arms and legs were superglued to the floor.

Then he saw a pretty woman standing infront of his house. Harry realized who it was!

"Mom!" Harry yelled.

Lily looked around. "Harry? Harry? Is that you?"

"I'm right here!" Harry ran up to her. Atleast, I'm not glued anymore.

"Harry!" She hugged him. Then he realized something.

"Mom, we have to get out of here," Harry said frantically.

"Why? What for?" She asked.

Harry could feel wind gently blowing against his arms. "I need to send you and dad to Hagrid."

"Hagrid?" Lily thought for a moment. "Hm. Is he that short guy with the long beard who looks like Santa?"

He nodded. "Yes. Come on!"

"Why do you want to bring me to him?" Lily asked, suspiciously.

"You-know-who is coming!" Come on! We've got to go-" Harry said.

Just then Harry turned around and saw Voldemort standing behind him. The laugh, and the face he made was going to haunt Harry forever.

--

Raven and Malfoy spent all day trying to think of pranks they could do. All of them would work. Atleast, Raven thought so.

"Are we ready to prank her tomorrow, Raven?" Malfoy asked.

Raven nodded. "Yes. I'm sure these pranks would scare Alex out of Hogwarts!"

Malfoy laughed. "Perfect! We have everything we need, right?"

Raven looked through her supplies. "Yep. I have everything we need."

Malfoy laughed again. "Raven, I've never met anyone as smart and pretty as you."

Raven chuckled. "Thanks...?"

--

"Harry!"

People around the room were frantic. All of them had adrenaline rush. Well, it was scary. Harry's eyes were rolled back in his head and all you could see was white. Ron and Hermione didn't care though. The shook him, trying to get him to the real world.

"Snape, what's happening to him?" Hermione asked, over everyone's scream.

"Something in history scared him." Snape said.

"Will he be able to get back here?" Ron asked.

Snape shrugged. "I don't know. I'm not Harry."

Hermione glared at him. "Your not going to be Snape in two seconds if you don't tell us what's going on!"

"I already told you! Something in his history shocked him and that's why his face is like this!" Snape said. "Now let me go calm down the class!"

Just then the classroom door slammed open making it echo. Everyone stopped running around screaming and looked to see who it was .Hermione and Ron sighed in relief when they saw Dumbledore.

"What's going on here?" Dumbledore demanded an answer. "I can here this class all the way down from my office."

The class didn't say anything, but looked at the ground.

Dumbledore looked at Harry. "What is happening to him?" He rushed down the steps. Before Hermione could blink, he was next to Harry.

"He's stuck in history," Hermione said. "Something from the past shocked him."

"Can't you do anything, Professor?" Ron asked, nicely.

Dumbledore took Harry's arm. "I'm not sure. There is this one spell I can use."

Dumbledore then realized something, and stared at Professor Snape. Snape stopped at his tracks and slowly turned to look at Dumbledore.

"Professor Snape, get down here," Dumbledore snapped.

Snape nodded then walked torwards Dumbledore. He acted like he didn't do anything.

"Snape, did you, or did you not use The Prince's Tale spell on Harry?" Dumbledore asked.

Snape looked at him like he didn't know what he was talking about. "Sir, I went to the dining hall to get some coffee. I told the class to turn to page forty-nine so they could be busy while I was gone. Then when I came back, I saw Harry like this and the class was screaming. Sir, I would never do anything like that to Potter- I mean Harry."

Dumbledore stared at him then looked at his wrist. "Well, it is your coffee tim break."

"Professor!" Ron said. "Can you stop snapping at Snape for one second and help Harry?"

"Please?" Hermione finished for Ron.

Dumbledore nodded and said a spell neither Harry or Ron heard before. Just then, Harry gasped for breath and his eyes were back to normal. Hermione was so glad to see those beautiful eyes on him again.

Dumbledore turned to Snape. "Oh, and Harry doesn't even know The Prince's Tale spell yet."

Snape looked at Harry. "Sir. I wouldn't do anything to hurt him. He's my favorite student."

"You better hope he lives," Dumbledore threatened.

"Is that a threat, Sir?" Snape asked.

Dumbledore ignored him and turned to Harry.

"You made it," Hermione said. She hugged Harry.

She pulled away from Harry after she hugged him and realized that he was crying. "Harry?"

She ran her hand through his hair. "What happened?"

Harry struggled for breath. "V-Vol... You-know-who."

"Did you see him?" Hermione asked.

Harry nodded. "I tried. I couldn't."

"Let's bring him to my office," Dumbledore said.

Hermione and Ron nodded. hermione took his left arm and Ron took his right. They followed Dumbledore to his office. On her way out, she felt like Edward was staring at her. She turned her head and shut the door behind her. Hermione looked at Ron. He sighed silently, then looked at Hermione. He could see the tears building up in her eyes.

"You can put him down on that chair," Dumbledore said.

Hermione and Ron put Harry on the chair.

Dumbledore got powder and rubbed some of it on Harry's forhead. "It'll help him relax."

Hermione and Ron nodded.

"Tell us what you saw," Dumbledore said to Harry.

Harry had his eyes closed as he spoke. The horror in his voice made Hermione want to burst out crying.

"I tried," Harry said. "I couldn't."

"What did you try?" Dumbledore asked, putting more powder on his neck.

Harry took a breath. "Lily."

"You saw your mother?" Dumbledore asked.

Harry could feel his neck tense. He needed to calm down. He needed to stop stretching his neck.

He nodded. "You-know-who..."

"Harry, did you try to save Lily from You-know-who?" Dumbledore glanced at Hermione and Ron.

Harry nodded. "I tried... I-I warned her..."

"What happened then?" Dumbledore asked.

"She didn't move," Harry could feel more tears going down his face. "She was going to. B-but You-know-who was behind me."

"Then what happened?" Dumbledore asked.

Harry didn't say anything. His neck wasn't tense anymore. He just looked at the ground.

"Oh," Dumbledore said, figuring out the answer.

Harry looked at Hermione and Ron.

"I'm sorry..."

"For what, Harry?" The asked. "You didn't do anything to us..."

"You guys mean everything to me," Harry said.

Hermione and Ron smiled.

"You mean everything to us," Ron said. "We thought... you wouldn't make it."

"We're the ones who should be sorry," Hermione said.

Harry shook his head. "No. You guys have nothing to be sorry for."

"Harry, would you like me to write a note to the rest of the teachers you have today, so you can rest?" Dumbledore offered.

Harry nodded.

"C'mon Harry, let's walk back to the dorm," Hermione said.

"Do you still need us to hold your arms?" Ron asked. Wow. That so did not sound right.

Harry thought the same thing too and chuckled. "No. Its okay."

All three of them walked to the dorms together.