I watched as James left Harry and went back to the common room before I made my own way towards Harry. I knew he would probably want to be left alone, but I sort of knew what he was feeling. Since his 4th year and my 3rd year, I’ve been haunted by memories from 1st year. I felt like talking to Harry would make myself feel better.
“ Harry?” I asked. He turned to look at me.
“ Hey, Ginny,” Harry greeted. I heard a change in his voice. It seemed more alive. A new emotion was taking over the sadness.
“ You okay?” I asked. Harry nodded.
“ Better then I’ve been, why?” Harry asked.
“ I can tell,” I replied. I sat down next to Harry and smiled, “ I saw James talking to you before. What about?”
“ You know,” Harry shrugged, “ The future. I figured out he was my dad. I’m surprised I didn’t see it sooner,”
“ Yeah,” I said, “ I knew you would figure it out sooner or later. You have a lot on your mind,”
“ I guess. You know what? I’m not going to think about that stuff right now. I mean, even if my parents are still only 17, that doesn’t mean I can’t get to know them. I’ll be able to hang with them once before they die,” Harry said.
“ Maybe now that they know the future, the won’t die in the first place,” I suggested.
“ Dumbledore won’t let them change the future,” Harry said. Sadness filling his voice. That was my cue to leave, but instead, Harry got up and left.
“ Harry, we’ve got Quidditch practice tonight. It’s our last before our game tomorrow,” Ron, the new Gryffindor Captian, said when I sat down at Dinner. James looked up.
“ You play Quidditch?” he asked. I nodded and sat down next to Ron. I grabbed some food towards me and started piling it on my plate.
“ What position?” Sirius asked. James nodded. Hermione and Lily rolled their eyes. Ginny who was just sitting down joined into the conversation.
“ Seeker,” I said.
“ Yeah,” Ron said, “ He was the youngest player in a century when Mcgonagall caught him flying in first year,”
James started coughing on his pumpkin juice. Sirius slapped him on the back a few times and looked at me.
“ You’ve been on the team since first year?” he asked. I shook my head.
“ I was banned from the game in 5th year from the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher,” I explained.
“ Oh,” James said, “ Why were you banned?”
“ The other team’s Seeker provoked me and I punched him,” I said.
“ So, Potter,” a cold drawl said behind me, “ Remembering old times?”
I turned to see Draco Malfoy standing behind me with Crabb and Goyle. I wasn’t in the mood to deal with Malfoy right now, but I could tell he didn’t plan on leaving anytime soon.
“ Shove off, Malfoy,” Ron snapped.
“ Who’s your new friends, Potter,” Malfoy continued, “ I do say they all look very familiar. Didn’t one just die two years ago, Potter?”
“ How’s your dad holding up in Azkaban, Malfoy?” Hermione asked, “ I heard it wasn’t looking to good for him,”
Malfoy’s cold grey eyes narrowed. I smirked at him, which made his eyes narrow even further.
“ You can laugh now, Potter,” Malfoy said, “ But you’ll never get rid of the Dark Lord. You’ll go just like the fools you call parents did,”
He turned and walked off. I rolled my eyes and continued to eat. He didn’t get to me because I wouldn’t let him. He had hated me more than anything since 5th year when his dad, Lucius Malfoy, was arrested in the Department of Mysteries.
I was eager to see Harry play Quidditch, but I didn’t go to his practice. Instead I waited till Saturday and sat with Hermione, Lily, Sirius, and Remus. It was weird not to be out on the field.
After about five minutes, the whole school was seated in the stands. The Slytherian team was the first to fly out on their brooms, then came Gryffindor. I spotted Harry immediately and noticed that he was a really good flyer. I spotted Ron, too. His red hair was a dead give away.
Ron and Malfoy shook hands and then everyone mounted their brooms and were off. It was the toughest game of Quidditch I have ever seen. After the first 10 minutes Gryffindor was in the lead 30-10 only because of the penalties that they kept getting. I noticed that Harry’s broom was very fast.
“ Hermione, what model broom is Harry riding?” I asked. I had never seen it before so it had to be a new kind.
“ That’s a Firebolt. Fastest broom made so far. All the professional leagues use them,” Hermione explained. I nodded in amazement.
“ That must have been a lot of money,” I muttered.
It was 30 minutes into the game and the score was now 120-100 Gryffindor still in the lead. I saw a tiny hint of gold in the corner of my eyes. The Golden Snitch was hovering by the Ravenclaw side of the stands. I looked back at Harry.
He was racing towards it. Malfoy started to follow. Harry’s arm was reaching out. Everyone had their eyes on Harry and the Snitch. I saw one more hint of gold and then it was in Harry’s hand. He flew around the pitch with his arm raised and the Snitch struggling.
I noticed I was on my feet as well as everyone around me. I can get so lost in Quidditch sometimes that I would barely notice that I have to go to the bathroom or am hungry. I looked over at Lily and caught her eye. I gave her my smile and she gave a very small, but noticeable, one back.
Remus, Sirius, and I all had to go to classes that Monday. Remus was the one who woke me. Everyone but Harry and Ron had left and were down at breakfast. They were pulling their robes on.
I climbed out of bed and yawned. Dumbledore had gotten cloths for us from Diagon Alley. I pulled my own robes on and then stood in front of the mirror and tried to brush my hair. Harry was trying to make his lie flat. We were both unsuccessful and went down to breakfast.
I realized that I hadn’t exactly looked at the staff table since I arrived, so I decided it was time. I noticed many new teachers, but the one on the end with greasy black hair and a very large nose caught my eye. I felt my jaw drop. Severus Snape.
“ Padfoot,” I turned around and faced my friend who was stuffing his face with bacon.
“ Wum,” he asked. I looked at him disgusted for a minute then I remembered.
“ Look at the teacher on the end,” I said, “ It’s Snivellus!”
“ James,” Hermione, Remus, and Lily all scolded. Sirius was staring at the staff table with his full mouth open. Gross.
“ What?” I asked. I didn’t do anything so they had no reason to yell at me.
“ You can’t go around saying that anymore,” Lily explained, “ He’s a teacher and can get you into trouble,”
“ But–” I began,
“ Prongs,” Remus said, “ Just don’t start anything. Harry, what does Snape teach anyway?”
“ Potions,” Harry said.
“ Yeah,” Ron added, “ Snape favors the Slytherians, but he’ll take house points away from Gryffindor because of the littlest things,”
I looked back up at the staff table. I looked at my schedule to see that I had double potions after breakfast. So when we finished eating Harry, Remus, Ron, Hermione, Sirius, and I all walked down to the dungeons.
I was just like my time. The damp walls and the cold atmosphere were all the same. Faces were the only thing that were different. Three people sat at each bench. Lily and I automatically sat next to Harry. Hermione and Remus took a seat with Neville Longbottom, one of the people I now share a dorm with, and Ron and Sirius sat a an empty one.
We were taking our stuff out of our bag when the door swung open and Severus Snape walked in. He went to the front of the room and looked at the students.
“ Get out your essays,” he said to the class in a voice filled with venom.
Everyone started looking through their bags. Snape started collecting them. Harry handed his to him and Snape stopped.
“ Peterson, Everheart, where are your essays?” he asked. I kept from holding my eyes and stared right into Snape’s.
“ We’re new and weren’t aware of the assignment,” Lily said as I opened my mouth. Snape looked at Lily now.
“ Was that cheek?” he asked.
“ Professor Snape,” I said, “ I don’t believe that we were supposed to do the assignment and that is what Lily here meant,”
“ 10 points from Gryffindor for that, Mr. Peterson,” Snape snapped. I opened my mouth to argue, but Harry kicked me in the shin. Geez, that hurt bad. I ran my hand through my hair, making it even messier, and closed my mouth.
“ Here is the potion you are making today,” Snape said as he taped the board. Chalk appeared and wrote out the potion, “ It’s a truth potion, not Veritaserum, but a weaker potion. You have the rest of class. Begin,”
It must have been the longest class I have ever been through. Every time I looked at my watch only a minute had gone by. Snape kept walking by and insulting all the Gryffindor potions and the complimenting all the Slytherians. One kids was melting right through his cauldron and Snape said nothing.
Then there was mine, it was perfect, well actually it wasn’t. But I bet if you took it you would tell the truth. Remus and Hermione’s were similar to Lily’s. Which was perfect. Still, Snape walked by, made a face and kept walking. I wanted to curse him back to my time, but I held back.
Finally, the class was up. Harry, Lily, and I were putting everything back into our bags when Snape walked over to us. I was about his height even though he was totally older then me. I looked him in the eye.
“ Look, Potter,” Snape hissed, “ I’m ahead of you now. If I feel like you have snuck into my office or pulled any kind of trick on me, I swear that I will make sure you are expelled from this school in the present and the past,”