Seventeen years later….

"Max, leave me alone!" Valentine Black shouted to her ex-boyfriend, Maxwell Weasly.

"Teeny, why won't you just forgive me?" Max asked as he followed her down the stairs to the Gryffindor common room.

"I hate you, that's why!"

"Fine, then never speak to me again, you little bitch!" Valentine had had enough; she kicked him in the crotch. He keeled over from the pain and she kneed him in the nose. Teeny ran as far away from him as she could. She raced down the stairs and into the dungeons where she found only one open door behind which to hide. Valentine found herself in a beautiful bedroom.

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Valentine woke up the next morning with a start. She crawled over to the side of the bed and looked at the clock: 9:34. 'Oh, shit!' she thought as she jerked on her grey uniform skirt. She ran up the stairs and proceeded to plow right into a very tall boy who looked strikingly familiar.

"Hey, sorry, Jakk," Valentine apologized, reaching out a hand to help her best friend, Jakk Potter off the floor.

"Umm, not that I'm not grateful, but who are you?"

Valentine was shocked. "Valentine, Valentine Black. Why are you being such an ass, Jakson Potter?"

"My name's not Jak, it's Harry…" the tall boy said awkwardly.

"Repeat that."

The End.