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The following excerpt is from: A History of Magic and Theory Vol. IIV
[align=center]In the year of 1977, four seventh year boys gathered on their first night back in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and wizardry. Peter Pettigrew, Sirius Black, James Potter and Remus Lupin. Peter had already begun to lean towards the dark side as Voldemort began to grow stronger, Sirius Black had already moved out from his home to live with James Potter, James Potter had been named Head Boy, and Remus Lupin had been studying vigilantly.
And what better way to start of the year with a little mischief?
“Well I think it’s a good idea,” James wined, crossing his arms and pushing Remus off the bed with a dull thump. A bark-like-laugh was heard from Sirius Black, and Peter laughed nervously, almost testing the waters to see if it was ‘aloud”.
“I think it sounds like a one way ticket to expulsion, not to mention we could possibly endanger twenty-seven different species, and would be breaking about every school rule ever made,” Shouted Remus from the floor, peeling his face off the floor boards and looking up at the boys with a glare.
“Pshhhh… we need something spectacular to do for seventh year,” Sirius reasoned, putting his chin on the edge of the bed to look down at the red-faced werewolf.
“We could wipe out an entire species,” Remus retorted with a shake of his head.
A frown fixed itself on Peter’s face, and James’ jaw was set, “We’re going to break into the Headmaster’s office and that’s that! If you don’t want to join us then fine, but don’t ruin our fun just because you’re PMSing,” A grin appeared on Sirius’ face, and Remus fell limp once again, letting his head smack dully back on the floorboards.
“I hate you all,” Mumbled the boy into the wood, making the sound come out muffled.
But their plan didn’t go as planned…
“I can’t reach it!” Peter yelled nervously down to Remus, who was below him, holding up his legs on his shoulders. The boys had snuck into the Headmaster’s office and where now attempting to climb up the shelves to reach a single potion bottle labeled quite clearly: Felix Felicis.
“Do we really need the potion, James? Really, can’t we just do your stupid prank without luck…” Groaned Remus, his shoulders sagging slightly underneath Peter’s weight.
“Moony, I told you already. We are going to go to the kitchens, tell the elves to dye all the food red with the stuff we give them. Then we gather up the animals in that bag and set them in the Headmaster’s plate so when he opens it they will all run out. Meanwhile all the food dye will also have a spell on it that makes it explode all at the same time and turn everything red, so that all the animals will start eating everything. And we can’t do all that with no luck!!” Sighed James for the millionth time.
“How foolish of me…” grunted Remus irritably.
All the while, Sirius was remaining quite silent, which stuck James as odd, and caused him to turn. However when he found his friend, he found nothing particular about his actions. All Sirius was doing was searching through everything, looking around, and taking in all the little knickknacks Professor Dumbledore had. “Hey guys, check this out,”
What he was revering to, of course, was a big looking… thing. It was hidden behind a large grey sheet, and looked peculiar standing tucked in the shadows like it was. His hand round the end of the sheet, and pulled hard, causing Remus’ head to flip around and hit Peter’s foot, knocking the poor boy off balance and causing him to grab hold of the first things he saw: A large picture frame and the potion bottle.
All at once the two boys fell over towards James, yelling frantically. Then a rather loud: THUMPCRASHSHATTERBAMPOWSHAZAMM was heard from the background, mixing with a bit of cursing and a mild “I told you so” coming out of the corner of Remus’ mouth.
“Bite me, Moony,” James growled, pushing Peter’s trembling body off him.
“With pleasure, Prongs,” Grinned Remus triumphantly, then noticing his pants feeling damp, looked down. His glory was short lived as he realized what he saw was blood. “AHHHHHHHhhhh! I’m bleeding!! PRONGS HELP ME I’M BLEEDING!”
At first James was panicked, and backed away quickly, then he realized where it was coming from and gasped, “So you ARE A GIRL!”
Having a double take, Remus stared down at his trousers, noticing the little puddle of blood seeping from his crotch, and a sharp pain running up his rear, making his back stiffen. Doubling over, he held his stomach and howled in pain, all the while Peter whimpering and looking at his hands. “I’M A WOMAN! I’M A WOMAN! I’M PMSING AND I’M A WOMAN! AHHHHH!! PRONGS I’M DYING!”
“I TOLD YOU SO- Peter quit wining… what’s amatter?” James glanced down at the shaking boy. Peter took a trembling finger and opened his palms, showing them only holding the picture frame and not the bottle. Remus howled again in pain, and James just gapped.
The noise bounced off the walls, which happened to reach a certain Head girl’s ears.
Meanwhile Remus was near hysterics, and almost to tears, “I’M A WOMAN! ALL MY LIFE I WAS UNDER THE IMPRESSION I WAS A MAN, BUT I WAS WRONG. I JUST PROBABLY DIDN’T GO-” James closed his mouth and looked over at Remus, blinking down at his red-stained trousers, “-THROUGH PRUBERTY YET! BUT WHY THE HELL NOW? HUH? WHY MY LAST YEAR? I DON’T EVEN HAVE A GIRLFRIEND! I CAN’T LIKE GUYS!!!!! OH FUCK, I’LL BE A LESBIAN!!! WHY DO I HAVE A PE-”
James swooped down before he finished and clamped his hands on Remus’ mouth, silencing him. “Shut up, Moony, you just landed on the potion bottle,”
“Oh…” Remus’ face turned a brilliant shade of red, and he got up from the floor, looking down at the glass sticking out of his butt and watching as blood dripped down his leg. Quickly he pulled out his wand and flicked it towards the wound, trying to retain as much dignity as he could. Sadly, however at this point, it was way into the negative amounts of dignity, and had none to retain. The wound healed quickly and he turned towards James, who was still struck dumb with his friend’s stupidity.
Peter, however, was now inspecting the picture in his hands. “Who’s she?”
Walking over to him, James and Remus bent down to stare at the picture, curious as to why Dumbledore would have a picture of a girl in his office. The picture was worn and old, and shown a girl with deep brown hair, almost black, and two mismatched eyes, one green and one black. She was striking in a way that not many girls these days where, and she held a sort of familiar mystery to her, as if she had a secret that she was hiding. At the bottom was two dates, one: 1924-1942.
Shivers ran down James’ spine, “Blimey, look at her, Sirius… wait… Sirius?” But Sirius wasn’t with them, but instead, still staring unblinkingly at the thing he had uncovered in the corner. “Sirius why are you still looking at that?”
Sirius didn’t move, but continued to stare at what seemed to be a mirror. “It’s so strange, I see this girl. She’s much shorter then me, and she’s beautiful… I’ve never seen her before, but she’s standing there in the mirror with me,”
“Don’t be stupid, Sirius, what are you on about?” Remus asked, confused, as he took the picture of the girl and walked over to his friend.
But as soon as he stood in front of the mirror the image of the girl faded, and Sirius could no longer see her haunting, mysterious face. “She’s gone… you made her go away, Moony, get back,”
Remus shook his head and stared at the inscription on top of the mirror, hard, realizing what it was they were staring at. “The Mirror of Erised, Sirius, that’s what this is. It shows nothing less then the deepest, most desperate desire of your heart,” breathed Remus, realizing that what Sirius saw was…
“Go!” Sirius said, pushing Remus back and out of the view of the mirror. The image of the girl came back and Sirius pressed his hands against the glass, trying to see a way in. It had to be a door or something, he thought angrily, he had to figure out what was up with this weird-o chick in the mirror. James looked over to them with confusion, but didn’t come over, since something else caught his eye. It looked like a hour-glass, and it was sitting neatly on Dumbledore’s desk. Picking it up in his hands, he fingered it for a second before putting it around his neck, prancing around with the contraption on his neck like a girl. Peter chuckled.
“Don’t push me!” Remus growled back, walking up and pushing Sirius with the picture frame. James rushed over, followed closely by Remus, and they both fixed their eyes on the mirror, wondering faintly what was going on. Sirius’ eyes wandered to the picture in Remus’ hand and he stared at the fame, blinking a few times before tearing the picture away from him.
Suddenly, from behind them, the door sprang open and there stood Lily Evans, fuming with anger and adjusting her Head Girl badge possessively. “WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING IN HERE?”
But she was ignored by the four boys. “That’s the girl in the mirror… where did you get this?” his voice trailed off as he saw the dates on the bottom. She was… dead? This didn’t make any sense, how was this girl in the mirror when she was dead? Was she like a ghost? Like Myrtle?
“AREN’T YOU LISTENING? YOU’RE GOING TO BE EXPELLED! I’M TURNING YOU IN POTTER!” Lily ran up to James, slapping him hard on the face and making a bright red hand print show up on his cheek. But the other three boys seemed distracted.
“Sirius, don’t push me!’ Remus repeated, pushing Sirius a bit harder in the shoulder, making him fall into James. James fell forwards and stretched out his hands, trying to stay up. But his attempts only cause him to catch Peter and Lily, who grabbed onto the mirror. Then, in a pile, all the boys and Lily fell into the mirror, causing it to fall backwards with them on top.
There was a shatter of glass, time turner, and body, followed by a loud thump. Then all five students disappeared completely, along with every other seventh year in Hogwarts.
So when the entire '77 class is pulled back to 1942, they find that the girl they saw was named: Katherine Summers, a young girl who was Gryffidor's direct descendent and owns a very valuable locket. History books say she died in 1942, and was killed by Tom Riddle, a fifth year Slytherin at the time, for the necklace of what seems like little value. But when they learn of this will they still try and stop it? Why were the seventh years the only ones to be pushed back in time? Will they change time and risk changing the future forever? Or will her death be inevitable? Lines will be crossed and morals will be shattered as those of the past meet those of the future. Was it an accident, or destiny? With accidents you'll never know what could have been.
But whatever it is one thing is sure: It would prove to be their favorite one.
x.x.x.x.x
I got the message long before you said you knew there was no chance of us at all
With no velocity an empty heading hard and far too long I spent two years alone with you
Just when I thought I had forgotten you came back soft without a sound
You said we were an accident
With accidents you’ll never know what could have been
So we were an accident...
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The following excerpt is from: A History of Magic and Theory Vol. IIV
Time, is a very interesting thing indeed. Some have described it as a delicate fabric, as easy to change and snag as a still pond. Any movement or change causes a ripple effect. In some instances, however, the change is not great, or inevitable. If one were to go back in time and tell your great-grandmother to not eat peanuts because she would die of them, and instead she ate peas and died of them (then you remember that it was peas, not peanuts). Would that have changed the future? Or if you had not told her would she have lived on? Time is a mysterious thing, and even today we can not claim to know all of it’s complex secrets.
[align=center]In the year of 1977, four seventh year boys gathered on their first night back in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and wizardry. Peter Pettigrew, Sirius Black, James Potter and Remus Lupin. Peter had already begun to lean towards the dark side as Voldemort began to grow stronger, Sirius Black had already moved out from his home to live with James Potter, James Potter had been named Head Boy, and Remus Lupin had been studying vigilantly.
And what better way to start of the year with a little mischief?
“Well I think it’s a good idea,” James wined, crossing his arms and pushing Remus off the bed with a dull thump. A bark-like-laugh was heard from Sirius Black, and Peter laughed nervously, almost testing the waters to see if it was ‘aloud”.
“I think it sounds like a one way ticket to expulsion, not to mention we could possibly endanger twenty-seven different species, and would be breaking about every school rule ever made,” Shouted Remus from the floor, peeling his face off the floor boards and looking up at the boys with a glare.
“Pshhhh… we need something spectacular to do for seventh year,” Sirius reasoned, putting his chin on the edge of the bed to look down at the red-faced werewolf.
“We could wipe out an entire species,” Remus retorted with a shake of his head.
A frown fixed itself on Peter’s face, and James’ jaw was set, “We’re going to break into the Headmaster’s office and that’s that! If you don’t want to join us then fine, but don’t ruin our fun just because you’re PMSing,” A grin appeared on Sirius’ face, and Remus fell limp once again, letting his head smack dully back on the floorboards.
“I hate you all,” Mumbled the boy into the wood, making the sound come out muffled.
But their plan didn’t go as planned…
“I can’t reach it!” Peter yelled nervously down to Remus, who was below him, holding up his legs on his shoulders. The boys had snuck into the Headmaster’s office and where now attempting to climb up the shelves to reach a single potion bottle labeled quite clearly: Felix Felicis.
“Do we really need the potion, James? Really, can’t we just do your stupid prank without luck…” Groaned Remus, his shoulders sagging slightly underneath Peter’s weight.
“Moony, I told you already. We are going to go to the kitchens, tell the elves to dye all the food red with the stuff we give them. Then we gather up the animals in that bag and set them in the Headmaster’s plate so when he opens it they will all run out. Meanwhile all the food dye will also have a spell on it that makes it explode all at the same time and turn everything red, so that all the animals will start eating everything. And we can’t do all that with no luck!!” Sighed James for the millionth time.
“How foolish of me…” grunted Remus irritably.
All the while, Sirius was remaining quite silent, which stuck James as odd, and caused him to turn. However when he found his friend, he found nothing particular about his actions. All Sirius was doing was searching through everything, looking around, and taking in all the little knickknacks Professor Dumbledore had. “Hey guys, check this out,”
What he was revering to, of course, was a big looking… thing. It was hidden behind a large grey sheet, and looked peculiar standing tucked in the shadows like it was. His hand round the end of the sheet, and pulled hard, causing Remus’ head to flip around and hit Peter’s foot, knocking the poor boy off balance and causing him to grab hold of the first things he saw: A large picture frame and the potion bottle.
All at once the two boys fell over towards James, yelling frantically. Then a rather loud: THUMPCRASHSHATTERBAMPOWSHAZAMM was heard from the background, mixing with a bit of cursing and a mild “I told you so” coming out of the corner of Remus’ mouth.
“Bite me, Moony,” James growled, pushing Peter’s trembling body off him.
“With pleasure, Prongs,” Grinned Remus triumphantly, then noticing his pants feeling damp, looked down. His glory was short lived as he realized what he saw was blood. “AHHHHHHHhhhh! I’m bleeding!! PRONGS HELP ME I’M BLEEDING!”
At first James was panicked, and backed away quickly, then he realized where it was coming from and gasped, “So you ARE A GIRL!”
Having a double take, Remus stared down at his trousers, noticing the little puddle of blood seeping from his crotch, and a sharp pain running up his rear, making his back stiffen. Doubling over, he held his stomach and howled in pain, all the while Peter whimpering and looking at his hands. “I’M A WOMAN! I’M A WOMAN! I’M PMSING AND I’M A WOMAN! AHHHHH!! PRONGS I’M DYING!”
“I TOLD YOU SO- Peter quit wining… what’s amatter?” James glanced down at the shaking boy. Peter took a trembling finger and opened his palms, showing them only holding the picture frame and not the bottle. Remus howled again in pain, and James just gapped.
The noise bounced off the walls, which happened to reach a certain Head girl’s ears.
Meanwhile Remus was near hysterics, and almost to tears, “I’M A WOMAN! ALL MY LIFE I WAS UNDER THE IMPRESSION I WAS A MAN, BUT I WAS WRONG. I JUST PROBABLY DIDN’T GO-” James closed his mouth and looked over at Remus, blinking down at his red-stained trousers, “-THROUGH PRUBERTY YET! BUT WHY THE HELL NOW? HUH? WHY MY LAST YEAR? I DON’T EVEN HAVE A GIRLFRIEND! I CAN’T LIKE GUYS!!!!! OH FUCK, I’LL BE A LESBIAN!!! WHY DO I HAVE A PE-”
James swooped down before he finished and clamped his hands on Remus’ mouth, silencing him. “Shut up, Moony, you just landed on the potion bottle,”
“Oh…” Remus’ face turned a brilliant shade of red, and he got up from the floor, looking down at the glass sticking out of his butt and watching as blood dripped down his leg. Quickly he pulled out his wand and flicked it towards the wound, trying to retain as much dignity as he could. Sadly, however at this point, it was way into the negative amounts of dignity, and had none to retain. The wound healed quickly and he turned towards James, who was still struck dumb with his friend’s stupidity.
Peter, however, was now inspecting the picture in his hands. “Who’s she?”
Walking over to him, James and Remus bent down to stare at the picture, curious as to why Dumbledore would have a picture of a girl in his office. The picture was worn and old, and shown a girl with deep brown hair, almost black, and two mismatched eyes, one green and one black. She was striking in a way that not many girls these days where, and she held a sort of familiar mystery to her, as if she had a secret that she was hiding. At the bottom was two dates, one: 1924-1942.
Shivers ran down James’ spine, “Blimey, look at her, Sirius… wait… Sirius?” But Sirius wasn’t with them, but instead, still staring unblinkingly at the thing he had uncovered in the corner. “Sirius why are you still looking at that?”
Sirius didn’t move, but continued to stare at what seemed to be a mirror. “It’s so strange, I see this girl. She’s much shorter then me, and she’s beautiful… I’ve never seen her before, but she’s standing there in the mirror with me,”
“Don’t be stupid, Sirius, what are you on about?” Remus asked, confused, as he took the picture of the girl and walked over to his friend.
But as soon as he stood in front of the mirror the image of the girl faded, and Sirius could no longer see her haunting, mysterious face. “She’s gone… you made her go away, Moony, get back,”
Remus shook his head and stared at the inscription on top of the mirror, hard, realizing what it was they were staring at. “The Mirror of Erised, Sirius, that’s what this is. It shows nothing less then the deepest, most desperate desire of your heart,” breathed Remus, realizing that what Sirius saw was…
“Go!” Sirius said, pushing Remus back and out of the view of the mirror. The image of the girl came back and Sirius pressed his hands against the glass, trying to see a way in. It had to be a door or something, he thought angrily, he had to figure out what was up with this weird-o chick in the mirror. James looked over to them with confusion, but didn’t come over, since something else caught his eye. It looked like a hour-glass, and it was sitting neatly on Dumbledore’s desk. Picking it up in his hands, he fingered it for a second before putting it around his neck, prancing around with the contraption on his neck like a girl. Peter chuckled.
“Don’t push me!” Remus growled back, walking up and pushing Sirius with the picture frame. James rushed over, followed closely by Remus, and they both fixed their eyes on the mirror, wondering faintly what was going on. Sirius’ eyes wandered to the picture in Remus’ hand and he stared at the fame, blinking a few times before tearing the picture away from him.
Suddenly, from behind them, the door sprang open and there stood Lily Evans, fuming with anger and adjusting her Head Girl badge possessively. “WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING IN HERE?”
But she was ignored by the four boys. “That’s the girl in the mirror… where did you get this?” his voice trailed off as he saw the dates on the bottom. She was… dead? This didn’t make any sense, how was this girl in the mirror when she was dead? Was she like a ghost? Like Myrtle?
“AREN’T YOU LISTENING? YOU’RE GOING TO BE EXPELLED! I’M TURNING YOU IN POTTER!” Lily ran up to James, slapping him hard on the face and making a bright red hand print show up on his cheek. But the other three boys seemed distracted.
“Sirius, don’t push me!’ Remus repeated, pushing Sirius a bit harder in the shoulder, making him fall into James. James fell forwards and stretched out his hands, trying to stay up. But his attempts only cause him to catch Peter and Lily, who grabbed onto the mirror. Then, in a pile, all the boys and Lily fell into the mirror, causing it to fall backwards with them on top.
There was a shatter of glass, time turner, and body, followed by a loud thump. Then all five students disappeared completely, along with every other seventh year in Hogwarts.
So when the entire '77 class is pulled back to 1942, they find that the girl they saw was named: Katherine Summers, a young girl who was Gryffidor's direct descendent and owns a very valuable locket. History books say she died in 1942, and was killed by Tom Riddle, a fifth year Slytherin at the time, for the necklace of what seems like little value. But when they learn of this will they still try and stop it? Why were the seventh years the only ones to be pushed back in time? Will they change time and risk changing the future forever? Or will her death be inevitable? Lines will be crossed and morals will be shattered as those of the past meet those of the future. Was it an accident, or destiny? With accidents you'll never know what could have been.
But whatever it is one thing is sure: It would prove to be their favorite one.
x.x.x.x.x
I got the message long before you said you knew there was no chance of us at all
With no velocity an empty heading hard and far too long I spent two years alone with you
Just when I thought I had forgotten you came back soft without a sound
You said we were an accident
With accidents you’ll never know what could have been
So we were an accident...
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