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Chapter two

We reached the door to the Great Hall again. Dumbledore turned around to face us.

"You will sit with the Gryffindors, of course," he said, looking at each of us in turn.

"Do not be alarmed by people's reactions to you. It is very strange, you see, for you to be here…" he trailed off, and my suspicions were confirmed.

We all made general noises of agreement and understanding, and reentered the Great Hall. It was obvious our arrival had triggered the silence that seemed to echo around the room. With Black and Potter now in front and Lupin and I taking up the rear, we walked towards the Gryffindor table.

Towards the familiar boy.

My stomach flip-flopped and I felt faintly nauseous. The empty seats that we were heading for were directly across from him and his friends, the red-headed boy and bushy-hair girl.

Every pair of eyes from the Gryffindor table were on us as we sat down. The boys helped themselves to breakfast, but my nervous stomach definitely couldn't handle food at the moment. I kept my eyes on my plate, refusing to make eye contact with the Familiar Boy or either of his friends.

I was jolted out of my reverie as Sirius elbowed me, hard, in the side.

"Ouch!" I hissed, turning to glare at him.

"Sorry," he said, shrugging and grinning widely, not looking sorry in the least.

"You're a prat, Black," I roll my eyes and turn away.

"And you're no fun, Evans."

Familiar Boy's eyes widen at the mention of my last name. We make eye contact.

I suddenly realize, with a jolt, why he looks so bloody familiar.

He looks exactly like James. The untidy black hair, round glasses, angular features.

Except for his eyes, which are exactly like mine. This is very, very strange. He's the first one with eyes like mine I've ever seen.

I turn to my right to notify Potter on this shocking realization, when I notice he's already seen it. He's staring at Familiar Boy with as much curiosity and wonder as I suppose I was just two minutes ago.

Who is Familiar Boy?

For our first class in New Hogwarts, the four of us were split up. Potter and I had Potions, while Black and Lupin had Defense Against the Dark Arts, with Snape. I made Lupin promise to keep Black in line.

We made our way from the Great Hall to the dungeons rather easily, although whispers and wide-eyed stares seemed to follow us wherever we went. Potter seemed to enjoy all the attention, whereas it made me very uncomfortable and a trifle suspicious. There was some reason we were getting so much attention here at New Hogwarts, there had to be.

As we entered the classroom we went to the front to speak to Professor Slughorn about our predicament, I was very happy to discover that all of our professors had been informed on our situation.

"Well, well, Miss Evans, it is simply a delight, an honor to teach you yet again!" he bellowed cheerfully, patting me genially on the head, "And… oh, Mr. Potter. You too, you too…" Potter gracefully blushed bright red and scrambled towards the nearest empty desk. I rolled my eyes and followed suit, seating myself next to Potter.

It was then that I noticed the Familiar Boy again.

He was sitting in the desk next to ours with bushy-haired girl and red-headed boy. He stared at Potter and me intently, and when our eyes met I again realized how very similar the colour was to mine.

He turned away first, when his female friend tapped him on the shoulder and whispered something in his ear. He nodded and the girl turned and looked at me, almost pityingly. I narrowed my eyes at her and, shocked, she whipped her face forward to stare at Slughorn, her face reddening slightly.

I realized that Slughorn had been talking about the three cauldrons at the front of the classroom, each contained a different potion. He motioned to the first, which was filled with a clear liquid that looked like boiling water.

"Anyone tell me what this one is?"

Bushy-hair and my hands both shot up at the same time. Slughorn smiled bemusedly.

"Yes, Miss Evans?"

"It's veritaserum, sir, one of the most powerful truth serums," I recite cheerfully, smirking at bushy hair's angry expression.

"Very good, very good, Miss Evans!" Slughorn says happily. "Now," he pointed towards the cauldron closer to the Ravenclaw tables, "This one here is pretty well-known… featured in a few Ministry leaflets lately, too… can anyone-"

Again, bushy-hair and my arms shoot into the air, but bushy speaks first.

"It's Polyjuice Potion, sir," she announces proudly, shooting a smug glance in my direction. I scowl at her.

"Excellent, excellent! Now this one here…yes, Miss Evans?" he says, looking slightly bemused as once again bushy-hair and I compete over answering.

"It's Amortentia," I say.

"It is indeed," says Slughorn. "I assume you know what it does?"

"It's the-" bushy-hair begins to interject,

"Most powerful love potion in the world." I finish, and bushy-hair and I stare each other down for a moment.

Slughorn laughs loudly. "Yes, yes indeed," he continues, "You recognize it by-"

"Its distinctive mother-of pearl sheen and the steam rising in characteristic spells!" bushy-hair exclaims, face reddening angrily. Clearly, she was used to being the class brain.

"Ah, yes, you are most correct, twenty points to Gryffindor for Miss Evans and Miss—may I ask you name, my dear?" Slughorn inquires.

"Hermione Granger, sir," she replies enthusiastically. Slughorn goes ahead and lists names of famous wizards with her last name, in typical Slughorn fashion, and to my surprise, Granger reveals that she is muggle-born, like me.

"Oho! 'One of my best friends is Muggle-born and she's the best in our year!' I'm assuming this is the very friend of whom you spoke, Harry?"

"Yes, sir," replies Familiar Boy.

So, Familiar Boy's name is Harry. My favourite boy's name, coincidentally enough.

Bushy-hair—Hermione, turned to Familiar Boy—Harry, and whispered something to him excitedly. Harry, looking bashful, whispered back, and Redhead, whose name I still did not know, turned red and angrily broke in the middle of their conversation. Granger shushed him and Redhead scowled.

"Amortentia doesn't really create love, of course." Slughorn continued, "It is impossible to manufacture or imitate love. No, this will simply cause a powerful infatuation or obsession. It is probably the most dangerous and powerful potion in the room- oh yes,"

He nodded gravely at two Slytherin boys, one ice-blond with a pointy chin, who I assumed was Lucius Malfoy's son, since he looked almost identical, and a brunette. "When you have seen as much of life as I have, you will not underestimate the power of obsessive love… and now, it is time for us to start work."

"But sir, you still haven't told us what's in this one," remarked a pompous-sounding Hufflepuff, pointing at a small black cauldron on Slughorn's desk that contained a potion the colour of molten gold.

"Oho!" Slughorn said again, and I knew that he hadn't forgotten the potion at all, but waited to be asked for effect. "Yes. That. Well, that one, ladies and gentlemen, is a most curious little potion called Felix Felicis. Granger and I both gasped. "I take it," he said, looking at us each pointedly in turn, "That you know what Felix Felicis does, Miss Granger, Miss Evans?"

"It's liquid luck," we exclaim simultaneously. I glare at her. How dare she steal my potions fame?

The whole class seemed to pay a little more attention after that.

"Quite right, take another ten points for Gryffindor. Yes, a funny little potion, Felix Felicis," said Slughorn. "Desperately tricky to make, and disastrous to get wrong. However, if brewed correctly, as it has been, you will find that all your endeavors tend to succeed… at least until the effects wear off."

The entire class was in awe, including Granger and I. Felix Felicis was very rare.

"And that," Slughorn continued, "Is what I shall be offering as a prize in this lesson."

Silence.

I needed to win that potion. It just might help us get back to our own time.

"So," said Slughorn, briskly, "How are you to win my fabulous prize? Well, by turning to page ten of Advanced Potion-Making. We have a little over an hour left to us, which should be time for you to make a decent attempt at the Draught of Living Death. I know it is more complex than anything you have attempted before, and I do not expect a perfect potion from anybody. The person who does best, however, will win little Felix here. Off you go!"

Slughorn had lent Potter and me cauldrons, ingredients, and copies of Advanced Potion-Making for the class. I quickly got to work chopping valeran roots.

By the end of the class, I was a mess, but I thought I had got a pretty good start on the Draught. As Slughorn passed by my cauldron he nodded and smiled appreciatively, but continued on. As he approached Granger, redhead, and Harry's desk, he nodded and smiled again at Granger, who shared my look of outrage, he smiled ruefully at redhead's tar-like substance, then saw Harry's, and his face broke into a delighted smile.

"The clear winner!" He exclaimed to the dungeon. "Good lord, Mr. Potter, you seem to have inherited your mother's talent," he turns and looks at me, "Miss Evans, you were a dab hand at potions when I taught you!" he hands Harry a small vial of gold Felix Felicis.

Wait a minute. Mother?

Mr. Potter?

Everything suddenly made clear, horrible, mind-wracking sense.

Familiar Boy looks exactly like Potter, except with my green eyes. He is the most uncomfortable around us by far than anyone else. His last name is Potter, Harry is my favourite boy's name, and Slughorn just announced that I was his mother.

Merlin, bollocks, and bloody hell, was Familiar Boy mine and Potter's son?

I turned to look at Potter, who was staring at Familiar Boy, who was staring back, his face bright red.

Slughorn suddenly realized the grave mistake he'd made. He blushed red to match Familiar- Harry's, and spluttered, "Oh, my. I suppose I shouldn't have said that."