The following weeks leading up to Halloween of 1991. The assassins in the bodies of Harry and Hermione, Jane and James had a plan. However, being just kids for a second time, and being able to marvel at magic was a once in a lifetime chance. They already spent their previous lives being too serious. They could also be kids. Magical kids, but kids.
Hermione watched Severus Snape enter the Potions classroom, and both Harry and Hermione stared at each other and smiled without teeth. Professor Snape again asked the same questions as Jane/Hermione remembered. When Harry provided the correct answers, Hermione stared at Harry and nodded in acknowledgement. "At least you've got your basic information right." Said Professor Snape.
Harry wanted to curse the ponce. Jamie blinked and thought about a good reply. "Thank you professor, but, I think you should thank Lily Evans for the answers. She kept a journal from her years as a student here, did you know her?"
Severus Snape, never felt a bigger slap on his face, than at that moment, when that James Potter clone, was looking fiercely with Lily's eyes. He couldn't reply, he nodded and added with contempt to the rest of the class. "You all should be writing the names for the ingredients for potions, it's part of the next exam. To answer your question, Mr. Potter. I did know your mother, she and I were sorted the same night. She was sorted into Gryffindor, and I into Slytherin."
Harry nodded, and continued with the instructions on the board. Thankfully, Neville, Susan, Hannah and Hermione had received the information on how to brew and the protocols to avoid accidents. Theodore Nott, along with Blaise Zabini tried to mess with Hermione's potion.
That idea backfired. Hermione jinxed their seats and then messed with their shoelaces. It was funny to see how the two Slytherin's got ejected from their seats and then could not stand without falling into each other.
The classroom was laughing at the chaos, while Hermione and Harry continued with the brewing exercise. Peeves got accused of the mishap. But Peeves was busy tormenting Filch at the time. To the world, it just seemed that Hermione had a fairy spirit protecting her, when someone tried to annoy her. To Hermione, it made no difference. For Harry, though, it meant he needed a small notebook with a black cover. He would make a hit list.
Hermione was no longer afraid of getting on top of a broom. She felt like a drone, she could get an idea of blank points and a sniper cubby(s). Theodore Nott took it upon himself to try to jinx Neville's broom.
Harry sent a Wandless and silent Accio! That ended up breaking Nott's nose. Again, Peeves was blamed. Again, Peeves was terrorising the kitchens at the time.
History of Magic was only fun to get to. The crazy staircases made everyone break a sweat getting there. Only to find the monotone soporiferous voice of Professor Bins to put everyone to sleep. It was quite a relaxing nap in the middle of the day.
Lunch at the great hall.
Professor Sprout put everyone to work, and Harry and Hermione had no issues working with dirt and preparing the soil for the planters. Jane and Jamie knew that if they figured the best way to make the soil break down a body to bones, the better. The possibilities in the magical world were endless.
After a quick shower, everyone went to DADA class. Which ended up hurting everyone's senses. In this class. Draco Malfoy said, "Potter, didn't you just shower?"
"Malfoy, are you trying to pin your dirty smelling socks on me?" asked Harry.
"As if; you just walked out of Professor Sprout's garden, the smell sticks," said Malfoy.
"Not to me, I cleaned up before getting here. Now, if you're not the one who is afraid of water and soap, and neither am I, that leaves us with?" asked Harry looking into Ron's direction.
"Weasley, this is DADA, your schedule is to share with Slytherin's and Puffs in Herbology," said Malfoy.
Ron left in a hurry, while he was exiting. Draco added, "And, stay away from garlic, it's just wrong."
"Mmm, mm, Mr. Mmm, Malfoy, sit d-d-down," said Professor Quirrell.
"Merlin, It wasn't Weasley," said Draco in a defeated tone.
"Fff, Five pp points from Rrr Ravenclaw, sit, Mmm Malfoy," added Professor Quirrell, annoyed.
Everyone snickered. That was the only moment of satisfaction in said class, the rest of the time everyone wanted to jump ship. The endless stuttering made everyone wish to be back at Potions. At least professor Snape kept everyone on the edge of their seat. As opposed to the general feeling of wanting to tear your nose from your face.
Professor McGonagall's class was a riot when Harry turned the beetles to buttons and then the buttons did a dance and made words like perfect cheerleaders and then an ad. Try the new and improved Sleek Easy Potion, now available to cover grey hair. Minerva shook her head, it was not only Granger who was gifted, Potter too was showing off, but she couldn't stop the cheering from his classmates at his skills as a master at transfiguration.
For Harry and Hermione it was a lot of fun to see Susan and Hannah practise the feather levitation charm in Professor Flitwick's class. Ron though was having difficulty not falling asleep and keeping up with the instructions, When Hannah Abbot tried tutoring the orange-haired cousin of Harry and Draco. Ron behaved exactly as in the original setting, this time, the backlash was against Hannah.
The difference between the original timeline and this one was that Ron was glued to the chair and Harry and Hermione chanted, ' Wingardium Leviosa! '
Their feathers rose, and so did Ron, glued to the chair. Again, Peeves was blamed. Professor Flitwick noticed the satisfied smirks on Hermione and Harry, but decided to keep his counsel.
Hermione looked at Harry and said. "This is the night the Troll gets inside the castle."
"It figures, just when I was getting used to just being a kid, in comes a Troll, to remind me, I'm Harry Potter aka the saviour of the wizarding world. It sucks," said Harry.
Hermione nodded and added, "The difference is huge, this time, we'll work as a team,"
Jamie nodded and said, "Thanks,"