Chapter 1
Lily Evans
rummaged through the extremely unorganized mass of clothes, personal belongings,
and various joke items from Zonko's. She should've known that Sirius
Black's trunk would be just as messy as James Potter's had been, if not more
so. She would be caught red-handed if she kept going at this rate. And she still
had two more trunks to go.
Taking a look at the
article of clothing that she had stolen from James Potter's trunk, she
didn't known whether to laugh or puke. It was covered with a bunch of dancing
broomsticks yelling, "Shake! Shake! Shake!"
On the one hand, it gave
Lily a feeling of supreme satisfaction because it would be on display for the
whole school to enjoy. Then again, she had touched James Potter's boxers. No
telling what kind of diseases she would come down with.
Shuddering slightly, she
resumed her fruitless search of Sirius's trunk, hoping to find what she was
looking for before the foursome got back. Something almost hidden at the very
bottom of the trunk caught Lily's eye.
She took it out and
discovered that it was a small, round object with a dial at the middle and
little numbers all around. Attached to it was a thin, silver chain. Lily
inspected the strange object, never having seen anything quite like it before.
She made up her mind to take it back to her dorm and take a closer look, and
hope that Sirius wouldn't suspect her of taking it.
Lily decided that James's
boxers would have to be enough to entertain the school at the upcoming Quidditch
match and made for the door, knowing that the boys could walk in any minute.
Just as her hand reached
for the doorknob, the door flung open and knocked Lily to the ground.
"Ouch! You clumsy…" she
trailed off when she saw the figure in the doorway. Busted.
James Potter leaned against
the frame of the doorway, his arms crossed against his chest, glaring at his
archenemy. James and Lily were both in their sixth year at Hogwarts School of
Wizardry and Witchcraft, wore Prefect badges, and drew admirers to them by the
dozens. But the similarities ended there.
Whereas James was loud and
obnoxious, Lily was kind and considerate. James was at the top of his class
without trying; Lily dutifully did her homework every night and studied far into
the night for tests. James was best at Transfiguration, and worst at Charms;
Lily was the exact opposite. James was indiscriminate when picking targets for
pranks; Lily targeted James and his prankster group: The Marauders. James went
out with practically every girl who wasn't a Slytherin or too young for him,
only to heartlessly dump them in a few days time and move on to the next
admirer; Lily tried to let the boys down gently and only go out with those that
she liked. James was captain of the Quidditch team; Lily had only been to two
games in her life, one because she wanted to hex James and the other because her
friends had dragged her to "see the hot guys in action."
Even their physical
appearances were as different as night and day.
James was tall, with a mop
of messy black hair that looked like it hadn't been combed in years, even
though he insisted that he tried to fix it every morning. His eyes were a deep,
chocolate brown, framed by a pair of black glasses.
Lily was a good few inches
shorter than James, with red hair that fell in loose curls around her face. Her
striking green eyes had entranced many, though right now they were narrowed to
slits, shooting daggers at James.
"Me, clumsy? At least
when I pull a prank, I know enough not to get caught!" James scowled at Lily,
the dislike evidently on his face. Suddenly, the frown was replaced by a grin
when James caught sight of what Lily held in one of her hands.
"Had to bring back a
trophy, huh? Why, Carrot, my sweet! I didn't know you felt that way about me!
I'm genuinely touched, really!"
This remark was met by a
kick in the shin delivered by Lily. "Don't make me sick."
James was about to retort
when he saw the object Lily grasped in her other hand. Before she realized what
he was looking at and hide it from view, he had it in his hands.
"What's this?" he
asked, turning it over in his hands.
Instead of answering him,
she attempted to grab the circular disk out of his hands. She didn't know what
it was, but she would have like to find out on her own.
He refused to give it up,
however, and before she could tell him how careless his action was, he took hold
of the dial and turned it to the right in almost a full circle.
All of a sudden, both James
and Lily felt rather dizzy. The sensation quickly climbed to a splitting
headache, and the object they had been fighting over fell to the ground with a
clatter, but neither of them took any notice. They were too busy concentrating
on the throbbing pain in their heads, which was now approaching an unbearable
point. Then, as suddenly as it had begun, the pain ceased.
Lily glanced around the
room, half expecting it to be in shambles. However, everything seemed intact and
just the way it was before. At least, upon first glance, it did. But when Lily
looked again, it was as though everything in the room had somehow rearranged
itself and the room seemed...tidier.
Lily shook her head.
Impossible. Any room with Sirius Black as an occupant could never come anywhere near tidiness. Still, the room was
different. She got up to make a closer inspection, or at least, would
have gotten up if she weren't pinned to the floor by none other than James
Potter.
Sometime during that
horrible headache, she must have collapsed onto the ground, with James landing
on top on her—James, who, judging from the moaning, was still recovering and
unaware that the soft pillow he was lying on top of was actually Lily.
That is, until she
shrieked, "Get off of me, you big oaf!" Lily forcibly shoved James onto the
hard, wooden floor with a thud, brushed herself off, and stood up, wearing a
satisfied grin.
James, however, was far
from pleased.
"Ow! As if my head
didn't hurt enough already!" He picked himself up from the floor, rubbed his
sore head, and straightened his glasses.
"Aw, shut up, you wimp!
We have more important matter to deal with." Lily gestured around the room.
James's eyes widened.
"Whoa! How'd the room get so clean?"
Lily was equally as
puzzled. She walked around the room and discovered that all of the trunks looked
different. Just as she was about to open the one that was in the same spot as
Sirius's, she spotted a piece of parchment on the floor, which she could have
sworn hadn't been there when she was searching for his undergarments.
She picked it up, took one
glance at it, and dropped it onto the floor as if it were on fire.
"POTTER!"
Startled, James looked up
from where he was examining another trunk and ran over to Lily. "What is
it?"
Wordlessly, Lily shakily
pointed to the piece of paper on the floor, as if afraid to touch it. James was
about to made a nasty comment about who was the wimp now, caught sight of her
pale face, and decided against it.
He bent down and smoothed
out the wrinkled sheet of parchment. It looked like somebody's History of
Magic essay—a poorly written one at that. He couldn't see what was so
strange about it.
He turned questioning eyes
to where Lily was sitting on the bed. She sighed exasperatedly and said, "Look
at the heading, you idiot."
He glanced at the top right
corner and felt his legs give way. He, too, dropped the parchment and tumbled
down next to Lily on the bed. It had read:
Neville
Longbottom
December
2, 1997
It
was December second, all right. But the December second of twenty years in the
future.
A/N:
All right, I don't like writing Author's Notes, nor do I like reading them,
so I'll spare you some grief and try to keep this short. Please review! I have
the second part all typed up and ready to go, so let me know if I should post,
ok? And it's a lot longer than this part was! J
Disclaimer:
Everything in this story that sounds even remotely familiar belongs to J.K.
Rowling.