Summary: Harry, Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Luna, Neville, girl!Blaise, Draco, Pansy, Crabbe, and Goyle serve detention on the last day of school and Binns forgets to dismiss them! They eventually find Colin also locked in school and the 12 of them are utterly bored. Hermione gets a brilliant idea, which turns out to be a BIG mistake. But getting stuck in 1977 can't be that bad, right? Draco/Hermione, Harry/Luna, Ron/girl!Blaise, Lily/James, Colin/Ginny

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Chapter 7: They're In Gryffindor Too

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Harry blinked. "1977?" he asked weakly. Dumbledore nodded his head.

"And I'm guessing you're from-" here he leaned in closer so other people couldn't hear- "1998?"

Harry nodded slowly as he pressed the heels of his hands up to his forehead. Okay... everything's going to be fine... I'm just stuck in the past...

"Now, how did you arrive?"

Harry looked up at Dumbledore. "Well, it's a rather long story," to muttered.

"I have time," Dumbledore replied with a small smile on his face.

"Erm, okay. Well... back in our time, we were at the end of our 7th year- well most of us anyway," Harry added after remembering Ginny, Colin, and Luna were there. "Um, we all happened to serve detention together on the last day of school and Professor Binns- he's our History of Magic teacher- anyway, Professor Binns forgot to dismiss us. We had all fallen asleep. Uh, so we realized we were stuck in the school. Then we found another person stuck with us. A few days later, we were going to go into the Room of Requirements. Then we were transported here."

Dumbledore listened intently at Harry's explanation. After Harry was through, he stroked his beard slowly, contemplating what to do with the situation at hand. "Well... I'm not exactly sure of what to do. I suggest you stay here until I figure out how to get you children home to your own time. Now, how about you tell me your first name."

"Harry P-"

"Just your first name, Harry," Dumbledore said, shaking his head and cutting Harry off. "I don't want to mess up the future by knowing who you are."

"Oh," Harry said weakly. He looked around and noticed Ron stirring. Dumbledore followed his gaze and saw who Harry was looking at.

"I'm assuming that's a friend."

Harry nodded as Ron sat straight up in his bed. "Harry? Where are we?"

"Come over here and I'll explain," Harry instructed. Ron looked from Harry to Dumbledore with a bemused look on his freckled face. He eventually got up and walked gingerly over to his best friend.

After Harry explained everything, Ron stared at him wide-eyed. "Are you kidding me? So we're stuck here for... god knows how long?" he exclaimed. He absentmindedly ran his fingers through his hair and breathed deeply.

"Are you serious?"

Harry, Ron, and Dumbledore looked to the bed next to Harry's and saw Hermione with her eyes wide open too. Just then, Ron noticed that other people had been listening too; Malfoy, Ginny, Blaise, Luna, and Colin's eyes were open too and a couple of them were sitting up in their bed.

"Are you serious?" Hermione repeated. Harry nodded.

"Would I lie about something like this?"

"Once my father hears about this-" Malfoy started but at once he stopped himself from going further and looked down at his lap.

"I think you should all rest a bit longer. It's already nine o'clock, so there's no point in you getting out of bed," Dumbledore told them. He walked swiftly over to the door before turning back and continuing. "Tomorrow, you'll report to my office. I'll explain to you what we're going to do about this. Good night."

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"Malfoy, you just stepped on my foot."

"Well, sor-ry, Granger."

"Uhg, just keep walking."

"Maybe I don't want to."

"Will both of you just stop?"

Hermione tapped her foot impatiently at Malfoy as she ignored Ginny's pleas for them to stop bickering. "Move."

"No!"

They stood outside of Dumbledore's office the next morning. The staircase was winding up in front of them, but Malfoy (who was ahead of everyone) wouldn't move a bit. Finally, Hermione got pissed off and pushed him with all of her might. He moved forward slowly as she pushed. Eventually, she could get past him.

"Gods, Malfoy, you're so immature."

She stomped past the snickering Slytherin and marched up the stairs in a huff.

"So nice of you to come," Dumbledore said from behind his desk as the students filed into his office. Harry noticed that the room looked almost exactly the same as the office from the future.

"Now, here's what we're going to do. First off, we should make up some last names for you. Now I thought this over after learning your first names. They'll be simple surnames, nothing you could forget easily. How about... Harry Smith, Hermione Jones, Ronald and Ginny Richards, Draco Davis, Pansy Williams, Blaise Davies, Vincent Wilson, Gregory Hall, Neville Taylor, Luna Walker, and Colin Wright. Does that sound good?' Dumbledore asked as he set the list of names down on his table. The teenagers shrugged and nodded.

"Okay, so I guess since you were all students anyway, you can go to your normal houses. Harry, what house were you in?"

"Gryffindor. So was Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Colin, and Neville... and Draco," he added with a grin. Malfoy opened his mouth to protest, but Dumbledore spoke too soon.

"Perfect," he exclaimed. With a swish of his wand, the 7 of them wore Gryffindor robes. Malfoy looked down at his in disgust. "And you, Blaise?"

"She was Gryffindor too," Malfoy said quickly. He did not want to be in this alone. Dumbledore nodded and sure enough, Blaise gaped at her new robes.

"I was Ravenclaw," Luna said. "They were Slytherin," she added, pointing to the remaining three: Pansy, Goyle, and Crabbe.

"Okay, now I'll give you your schedules. Which of you were still in your 6th year? Ah, yes, Ginny, Colin, and Luna. Well, here you go."

Soon, the bunch of them left the office. As they walked into the corridor, Malfoy pounced on Harry. He wrapped his long fingers around the Gryffindor's neck and gritted his teeth.

"Why'd you do that, Potter?" he hissed as he strangled Harry.

"Why'd you do that, Malfoy?" Blaise snapped at him, tapping her foot impatiently. He ignored her and continued to glare at Harry, whose face was starting to turn red.

"Hey, what are you doing to him?" came a voice from down the corridor. All of them turned their heads and saw four boys walking towards them. Harry's heart skipped a beat as he observed the boy who had spoken. He had unruly jet-black hair, a tall, lean body, and thin-rimmed glasses and high cheekbones. The perfect description of him. But there were a few differences. For one, this boy's nose was slightly longer. Another difference, and by far the main one, was the eyes. This boy had warm hazel eyes as apposed Harry's emerald colored ones. So in this case... it was a perfect description of his father.

"I said what are you doing to him?" James Potter repeated. He and his three friends had now reached Harry and Malfoy.

"Nothing, not like its any of your business," Malfoy spat. James eyed him with great disgust.

"Right. Anyway, are you okay?" James said, turning to Harry. The latter gulped and nodded.

"Well, okay, but don't take this jerk's crap," one of the boys said as he pointed to Malfoy. He was tall too, probably the same height as James. The boy had hair that fell to his ears. It was a light brown color, the same color as his eyes. His features were sharp and distinguished. Even though Harry swore he looked about 17, he had a few gray hairs among his brown ones. He heard Hermione gasp from behind him. She must've realized it too. The boy was Remus Lupin.

"Where are you guys from anyway? I've never seen you," a short, plump blond boy commented. His hair was shorter than the others. His round face small features and his eyes were no exception. They were a dull green color.

"I've gotta go with Peter here," the last boy said as he patted Peter Pettigrew's head. Harry's face turned a red-ish color at the sound of the blond boy's name, as did Ron and Hermione's.

Luna spoke up. "We're new, that's why you've never seen us."

The boy who had patted Peter's head nodded and Harry came to a realization; this was Sirius Black. He had neat black hair that fell an inch or two longer than Remus's. He had gray eyes, but they were different than Malfoy's; Draco's eyes were a cold gray color, nearly silver. Sirius's eyes were darker, closer to black.

Speaking of Malfoy, he was engaged in his own conversation with James. "Yes, I am in Gryffindor for the last time," he muttered through his gritted teeth.

"Are you sure?" James asked again. He crossed his left arm over his chest, propped the right one on it, and scratched his chin. "Because I can see you as a Slytherin."

Malfoy was about to snap back before realizing that he wasn't supposed to know about the houses. "Uh, right. What did you say your name was?" he asked, attempting to change the subject. James's face lightened a bit.

"Oh yeah. I'm James Potter. This here's Remus Lupin."

"I'm Sirius Black!"

"Yeah, that's Sirius, the bonehead of the group," James continued, "and the loser right here's Peter Pettigrew. Ah, I'm just kidding, Pete," he added after Peter looked down at the floor.

"Potter, eh?" Malfoy asked, eyeing James. He glanced at Harry for a second and grinned smugly. James ignored him.

"Hey, why don't you introduce yourselves now," Remus suggested.

Harry nodded. "Harry Smith."

"Hermione Jones," Hermione answered.

"Ron Richards. This is my sister, Ginny."

"I can speak for myself, Ron," Ginny snapped at her older sibling. She faced the four older boys. "I'm his sister, Ginny."

"Neville Taylor," Neville smiled.

"Luna is my first name and Walker is my cognomen."

"Hi, I'm Colin Wright!" Colin said, waving at the boys.

"Hall."

"Wilson."

Blaise smiled a little. "Blaise Davies."

Everyone waited for Draco to answer, but he didn't. "Well, we're waiting," James said impatiently. Draco sneered. "I'm Draco Davis, if you must know."

James muttered something along the lines of "stuck up git".

"Well, we must be on our way," Hermione announced after an awkward silence. "It's time for classes, isn't it?"

Remus perked up at this. "Oh, yeah! Come on, guys, let's go," he instructed as he dragged his three best friends along. He made a motion for the others to follow also.

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"Now, class, I would like to introduce nine new students with us today. Six are Gryffindors- Harry Smith, Hermione Jones, Ronald Richards, Draco Davis, Blaise Davies, and Neville Taylor- and three are new Slytherins- Pansy Williams, Vincent Wilson, and Gregory Hall."

There was a chorus of "welcome"s from the 7th year Gryffindor and Slytherins. "You may chose your seats," ordered a relatively younger Professor McGonagall. Harry, Hermione and Ron slid into seats in the middle of the classroom while Blaise, Crabbe, and Goyle sat in the back. Draco was about to take a seat next to Blaise when he felt someone pull his arm in the other direction.

"Pansy, get off of me," he muttered, attempting the free himself from her grasp.

"Oh, Drakie, you know you want to sit with me. Don't deny it," she cooed, tightening the grip on his wrist. He sighed in defeat and let her drag him to another spot in the room. It wasn't until the two of them were settled did they realize they were receiving queer looks from their peers.

"What?" Draco snapped Peter, who was seated near him and was staring. He leaned near Draco and whispered, "Why are you sitting with a Slytherin?"

It took a moment for the words to sink in and make sense. He glanced down at his tie; it was crimson and gold. He looked Peter in the eye and said, "Not all Slytherins are bad. So mind your business." Peter raised his eyebrows but shrugged.

The nine new students were very bored throughout the class; they had learned this all already during their year at Hogwarts. Draco wasn't surprised when he realized that it was the exact lesson plan from the future; McGonagall was a very consistent witch. He glanced around the room and his eyes eventually rested on Hermione. Why the hell is she taking notes on this? She knows it all already. What a nerd.

Hermione felt eyes on the back of her head and looked up from her parchment. It wasn't the end of the world if she missed a few notes; she basically knew what McGonagall was talking about. She turned in her seat and found herself locking eyes with Draco. His face was indifferent; as if he didn't notice she was staring back. It took a moment before he looked away, and his face still showed no sign of realizing Hermione had caught him staring. She sighed and went back to her notes.

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"Let's all give a warm welcome to Ginny Richards and Colin Wright. They are our new 6th year Gryffindors!"

Applause rung through the dungeons and Ginny and Colin made their way to an empty table. They sat and greeted everyone also.

"Now, please group up in threes and work on this potion; I'm writing the instructions on the board. Oh, by the way, I'm Professor McAllen," the girl potions teacher told Colin and Ginny.

A blonde haired girl walked over to the pair. She smiled and stuck out a hand. "I'm Kate Miller. Nice to meet you," he said as she took turns shaking their hands. "Do you mind if I work with you?' she added hopefully.

"Sure," Ginny said nodding. She motioned for Kate to take the seat next to her. The three got to work immediately. Colin realized that he and Ginny already learned about this potion and pointed this out to Ginny in the form of a whisper. Because of this, they weren't making as many mistakes as the struggling groups around them.

"Wow, you two are amazing at this," Kate commented. Colin shrugged. "Where did you go to school before Hogwarts?"

"Oh uh," Colin stuttered, nearly dropping the beetle's legs he was putting into the potion. He gave a nervous look to Ginny who bit her lip a bit and answered for him.

"We went to Rosen's School of Magic," she explained. She saw Kate's right eyebrow rise and added, "It's... not very popular. That's the reason our parents wanted us to switch schools."

Kate stopped looking at the redhead suspiciously and continued dicing up the beetle's eyes. "Oh. So is it just you two that switched?"

Colin gave a hearty laugh. "Not even close. There are... ten more, I believe?" he half told Kate, half asked Ginny as he named everyone and marked off his fingers.

"Do you all know each other?"

"Yeah," Ginny said, "one of them is my older brother."

Kate perked up at this. "Older? Really? What does he look like?" She stopped chopping the eyes and leaned on the desk, crossing her arms and looking at Ginny with obvious interest in her eyes. (A/N: That kind of sounded like she was interested in Ginny, didn't it?)

"He's.... tall," Ginny suggested, shrugging her shoulders. "He's got-"

"Tall?" Kate grinned. "Just how tall?" Her eyes lit up.

"Err, I'm not sure of the exact measurements. He's always been very tall," Ginny explained. "He probably as tall as Bill," she muttered to herself, attempting to figure out Ron's height.

"Bill?" Kate gasped. "You have another brother? Is he older too? He's as tall as Ron? That makes him very tall, right? What does he look like? Is he hot?"

"Whoa, Kate, calm down," Ginny said, holding out her arms. Kate, who had been practically jumping up and down with joy frowned a bit. "First of all, I obviously don't think he's hot, being his sister," Ginny continued. "Secondly, yes, he is tall. Third, yes, I do have another older brother. I have lots."

"LOTS?" Kate squealed. Colin snorted at her expression; she looked like she was about to burst with excitement.

"Miller! Will you keep your voice down?" Professor McAllen called from the other side of the room. Kate waved her hand to show she heard the teacher's orders.

"So... are you two going out?" she asked casually. Ginny was glad for the change of topic, but when she realized what the girl had asked she coughed abnormally loud.

"Oh, no, we're just friends," she said with a dry laugh. "Why, what gives you the impression that we're together?"

Kate shrugged her shoulders. "It's just that you guys seem to brush arms an awful lot. Perhaps it is just a coincidence." Colin felt himself going a deep red color in the cheeks; he had been the one purposely brushing arms with Ginny.

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The next lesson for the 7th years was Defense Against the Dark Arts. "Today," the professor boomed, "we will be learning about different forms of hiding your identity. Can anyone give an example?"

Hermione's hand shot in the air along with a redheaded girl on the other side of the room. Draco (who had been forced to sit with Hermione, for when he arrived at class there were no other seats) rolled his eyes as Hermione waved her hand violently in the air. She heard him snort and glowered at him.

"Evans?" the teacher said, nodding at the redheaded girl.

Harry nearly fell out of his seat. It... couldn't be. He stared at the girl. She has my eyes... or, I have her eyes...

"One is the spell that can change your body with another person's body. It's called Seid Obus. It is similar to the Polyjuice Potion, except that it requires a mutual agreement between the two people that are switching bodies. Also, it lasts as long as the two people want. When they would like to return to their normal state, they need to say the counter-curse, which is obus seid. And the most obvious difference is that it's a spell." The girl smiled.

"Perfect, Miss Evans, 10 points to Gryffindor," the professor said.

"Yay, Lily!" James cheered from a few rows behind Harry. He clapped enthusiastically and whistled. Lily frowned at him and rolled her eyes.

"That's enough, Potter."

"What d-" Harry started to defend himself before realizing that no one knew "Potter" was his real last name. To his great relief, nobody heard his mistake over James's last whistles.

"Thank you, James. Now, I would like you all to take out a piece of parchment and make a list of different types of identity changing you already know about. Then, I would like you to write a paragraph on each. And no, Black, I'm afraid that one sentence doesn't count as a paragraph, so put your hand down." - There were a few sniggers from various students as Sirius huffed and crossed his arms, sinking lower into his seat. - "And sit up straight, how many times do I have to criticize your poor posture? And get started like the rest of the class, or you will be punished."

"All right, mother," Sirius replied sarcastically as he dipped his quill.

The rest of the class was basically silent except the occasional cough from a Ravenclaw named Sal Johnson who seemed to be a little sick and the occasional whisper of people asking their friends is they could think of another form of identity changing (which would be stopped by a glare from the teacher).

"Granger, do you know any more?" Draco asked in a hushed voice. His head was bent low so that he wouldn't be spotted behind a large boy sitting in front of him.

"First of all, you should start calling me by my first name. You don't want people to hear you calling me "Granger" because it will cause questioning," she muttered out of the side of her mouth. "Any anyway," she continued, "you should know all the different ways; you learned this already."

"Well, I forgot, Hermione," Draco responded irritably. Hermione give him a well-that's-too-darn-bad-isn't-it look and went back to her work. Draco frowned at her.

"God, Hermione, did you ever realize what a swot you are?" he asked, eyeing her quill as it whizzed over the paper. She muttered a "shut it" back at him, but didn't look up like he had hoped.

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Harry blinked a few times. He couldn't believe that he was sitting on the same couch with both his mother and father. This was just too great. He sat on one of the Gryffindor common room couched, observing James and Lily. James was inching towards the girl, a grin plastered on his face. She, on the other hand, was looking rather glum. She had both her arms and her legs crossed; she was also leaning away from James.

"James, grow up, will you? You're Head Boy... for reasons I don't understand," she muttered as an afterthought.

James stopped inching and straightened his tie with a deep frown on his face, looking very proper (not to mention stupid). "Fine. If you really want me to stop bothering you and asking you to be my girlfriend, I will."

Lily raised her eyebrows. "Really?"

James's serious face broke into a grin. "'Course not!"

Lily groaned and stood up just in time to miss James's kiss; he wound up kissing a pillow, causing Harry to snort (which he quickly covered up with a cough that sounded more like a bark).

"Hi, I'm not sure if we've met before," Lily said friendly, taking a seat next to Hermione. The brunette looked up from her book. Harry watched them talk for a bit before he felt a tap on his shoulder. It was Ron.

"Do you want to go for a walk?"

Harry nodded and the pair walked out of the common room. "It's so weird, seeing my parents," Harry mused. Ron agreed.

"Yeah, too bad my parents graduated before yours did. I'd fancy meeting my mum before she became a control freak," he admitted, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

"Your mum's nice," Harry commented.

"Yeah, to you she is. You should see her when you're not around. 'RON, CLEAN UP YOUR ROOM!' and 'RON, I TOLD YOU TO FOLD YOUR LAUNDRY AN HOUR AGO!'" Ron imitated in a shrill voice. Harry chuckled.

Five minutes time found the duo entering the library. Ron stubbed his toe on one of the tables, causing him to yelp. After finally calming down, the two boys hurried away from Madam Pince, who was shooting them angry glares, and settled down at a table towards the back of the room. They started talking and it wasn't until they heard a page turn did they realize that they were sitting with someone else.

"Come on, let's go," Ron muttered, glaring at Blaise to was silently reading a book on the other end of the table. They got up and started walking out until:

"Pass me that book there?"

Harry and Ron turned around and saw Blaise looking at them. Ron glanced at Harry before they both looked back at the girl who cleared her throat and spoke a bit louder the second time.

"The one called "Different Forms of the Dark Arts"?"

Ron crossed his arms and replied, "Why should we?" Blaise crossed her arms as well.

"Because you are right next to the book. And it's the kind thing to do," she retorted on the verge of sneering.

"Kind thing to do?" Ron snorted and leaned against the bookshelf, crossing his lanky legs. "And since when have you Slytherins done kind things for us? Huh?"

"Just hand me the book, Weas- Ron," she sighed. After a weird silence, she added, "Please?"

Harry, becoming a little frustrated, grabbed the book off of the shelf and tossed it onto the table. He looked up at Ron and shook his head at his best friend's stubborn-ness.

"What are you using that book for anyway?" Ron asked suspiciously as Blaise opened to the index. "Looking for a way to become the new Dark Lord?"

Blaise peered over the top of the book at him. "No. I'm just doing my Defense Against the Dark Arts homework, thank you very much."

Ron turned red, clashing horribly with his bright hair. He mumbled something unclear and huffed out of library, Blaise rolling her eyes at his retreating figure.

----- Oh wow that was long. That took me FOREVER to write. Anyway, feel free to point out any grammatical mistakes or spelling mistakes. Constructive criticism is allowed!

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