Hello all! Thank you to those of you who reviewed, it means a lot. I have a quick question for you- Would you read a Next Generation Time Travel story? I'm thinking about writing one, and I'm wondering if someone besides me would read it, so just tell me if it interests you, okay?
Now on with the story!
"So," Amycus Carrow had a nasty smile on his face as he looked down at the three pale, scared-looking boys. "It's time for detention, eh? I hope you find it…educational."
He snapped his fingers and five large, burly, Slytherin sixth years came out, their wands pointed at the three boys, who were all cowering in fright now.
"Good bye, mates," Sirius whispered. "I think we're going down."
"I'll miss you guys," James muttered.
"Maybe it won't be so bad," Remus said, trying to lighten their spirits.
His two friends looked at him like he was insane.
"The Cruciatus Curse?" Sirius whispered his eyes wide. "Not bad?"
"It'll be a nightmare," James shuddered.
"Enough talk," Carrow sneered. "Detention is beginning."
One hour later, the door to the Dark Arts room opened, and James, Sirius, and Remus stumbled out. They simply lay on the floor for the longest time, until James raised his head and said in a weary, pained voice "We should get back to the tower."
His friends agreed with him, and the three of them trudged onward. All of them were in pain, and the only thing that was making them keep going was the thought of their nice, warm, comfortable beds.
It was lucky for them that Ginny Weasley was coming back from the library at that moment. When she saw the three bruised boys, she quickly came to their rescue.
"Oh, my," she said as she reached them and pulled them to their feet. "You three just had your detention with Carrow, didn't you?"
Remus nodded wearily. The other two either didn't or couldn't move.
"Let me help you guys back to the tower."
As she walked them upstairs, she was looking at Sirius. There was something familiar about him, something she couldn't quite put her finger on. Then it clicked.
"You're them, aren't you?" she breathed as they walked steadily up the staircase. "Harry's dad. And Sirius and Professor Lupin."
The three boys were too tired to be astonished with the news that Ginny had figured out their secrets. They just nodded.
"Oh my," she heaved, finding it hard to breathe. "Do you know?" she whispered, still feeling petrified. "What happens?"
Again, the boys just nodded.
"Who else knows?"
"Neville," Sirius muttered. "Snape. Snape might've told some teachers. He could've told his Dark Lord, too."
"Why did Snape let you live, though?" Ginny asked. This was confusing her. "I mean, surely, the way to kill Harry would be through killing his father. But you're alive," she said, looking at James.
"Barely," James muttered, dragging his feet along. "Look, can we discuss this tomorrow? We're dead on our feet."
"Sure," Ginny said as she helped them through the portrait hole. "Good night. Sleep well," she called to their retreating backs on the staircase.
"You, too," Remus called back to her.
But Ginny had collapsed in an armchair and was deep in thought, not sleeping for a long time.