Chapter One


Everyone in the locker room looked at one another for a moment. Then, before anyone could speak, there was a flash of light and all who had graduated Hogwarts already were gone when it faded.

"What do we do now?" Neville asked.

"Well," Percy said. "Ginny and I will go to Professor Dumbledore about the diary."

"I'll be going to Flitwick with Luna," Cedric said. "Figure we'll nip that little theft ring in the bud before it gets out of hand." Luna smiled at him.

"I'll look up some information in order to see if Hagrid can resume his studies once he's cleared," Hermione said.

"I'll help you," Alicia told the younger girl.

"Harry and I'll try to get Blockhead to quit," Ron promised.

"We can help with that!" the twins and Lee grinned.

Oliver opened his mouth but the rest of his team shot him down.

"You don't even know what I'm going to say!" Oliver complained.

"It's going to involve Quidditch," Hermione predicted.

"See?" Harry asked. "Hermione's not even on the team and she knows that!"

"Actually, I was going ask what we were going to do about certain other information," Oliver said and Ron and Hermione flushed scarlet.

"We're just friends!" Hermione insisted.

"Mum'd go spare if I started dating before third year anyway," Ron pointed out. George nodded.

"Good point little brother," Fred said. That reminded him that they all would have to have another chat with him soon. This chat was a much more fun one than the other ones they'd had.

Katie got up. "So we've all got our plans then?"

"What are you going to do?" Angelina asked.

"I'm going to practice Quidditch," Katie said. "We've got the pitch reserved after all."

Oliver beamed but before anyone could say anything, anyone who wasn't on the Gryffindor Quidditch team or Ron and Hermione was gone in yet another flash of light.

"The future versions of us know that's bloody bright, right?" Ron asked rubbing his eyes.

"Probably," Harry shrugged.

They walked out of the locker room, only to find seven people wearing green robes walking straight towards them.

"What are you doing here, Flint?" Oliver asked. He was a good actor, Harry thought.

"Quidditch practice, Wood," Flint told him.

"The pitch is booked for Gryffindor today," Oliver told him.

"Easy Wood, I've got a note."

Flint handed him a sheet of parchment and Oliver read it aloud:

"I, Professor S. Snape, give the Slytherin team permission to practice today, owing to the need to train their new seeker."

"How can you have a new seeker?" Alicia asked. "There wasn't any time to hold tryouts!" The Slytherin team parted to show Malfoy, in all his ferrety glory.

"Malfoy?" Harry snorted. He remembered all the games in the books. Malfoy never caught the snitch, well when he was playing Harry.

"That's right, Potter," Malfoy sneered. "That's not all that's new this year." Nimbus Two Thousand and Ones, as to be expected. Even Ron wasn't impressed.

"At least no one on the Gryffindor Team had to buy their way in," Hermione snapped. "They got in on pure talent."

The group got silent and Malfoy looked over at her. "No one asked your opinion, you filthy little mudblood," he sneered. Ron made for his wand but Hermione beat him to it.

SMACK! Malfoy stumbled back, clutching his right cheek..

Harry smirked at him ."I think you really made a mistake Malfoy," he said.

Malfoy glared but as his cheek was swelling rapidly (so Oliver might have sent some silent curses the ferret's way, but hey! The git deserved it!) there was nothing he could do but that.

"Draco," Flint said. "You might want to go to the Hospital—"

"Lockhart!" Ron cried and sure enough, there was the fraud.

"What's all this then?" he said. "Not fighting are we? Ah Harry!"

Harry groaned, but stepped out from behind Oliver, where he was trying to hide.

"No professor," Harry shook his head.

"I had something on my face, and Granger was kind enough to—"

"Get it off for him," Hermione finished for Malfoy.

"Ah, inter-house togetherness!" Lockhart beamed. "Carry on!"

He left, and everyone sighed in relief.

"Now, where were we?" Flint asked.

"Hating each other's guts and not Lockhart's?" Oliver suggested.

"Works for me!" the twins cheered.

"You'll pay for that one Granger!" Malfoy growled but before he could move an inch, he had about nine wands pointed at his face.

"Try it. I dare you," Ron almost growled.

Flint huffed—being a somewhat sensible Slytherin, he knew that nine against one was not good odds—and pulled his seeker along to the Hospital wing.

"That was easy," Harry noted.

"Almost too easy," George narrowed his eyes. Everyone else agreed but moved on to practice their moves for their first match. Everything was crisp, clean and Oliver was so confident that he even let Ron goal tend for a few minutes near the end of practice.

"Come on Ron!" Hermione cheered.

Katie had the Quaffle and passed it to Alicia. She then passed it to Angelina who threw it at the right hoop.

"And it's…no good," George tried to say in a positive voice. "Don't worry Ron, no one saves them all."

Ron smiled feebly at him but politely refused Oliver's offer to goal tend any more. It was then that Harry noticed a funny clicking noise from the stands. It was Colin, and his heart gave a little jolt. In only five years, Colin would be dead. He made a promise to himself to try to get to know the younger year.

"Harry, where are you going?" Katie asked.

Harry paid her no mind. "Hey Colin," he said, pulling up close to the younger boy.

"Hiya Harry!"

"Say, I was wondering," Harry said. "Would you be up for taking a turn on my broom? I know the first years have had flying lessons already."

"A-Are you sure, Harry?" Colin asked, looking quite nervous.

"Did you crash in the lesson?" Harry asked him.


"Then I've no doubt that you'll crash now. Meet me at the bottom of the stands in five—"

Harry didn't even get to finish his sentence; Colin had taken off so fast. Going into a dive, he was shocked when he saw Ron already down there.

"Thought you'd might need some help mate," he said. Colin came down at that moment.

"Okay Colin," Harry said as Ron helped the younger Gryffindor mount the broom. "Grip it tight. We don't want you falling off."

"Fred and George'll watch out for you and keep the bludgers away," Ron promised. "Angelina and Katie will have their hides' otherwise."

Colin kicked off and you could hear his screams of delight from the stands.

"Give me his camera!" Hermione, who had joined the two boys, hissed. They did so and Hermione took picture after picture of Colin. When the boy landed again, he had a big smile on his face.

"Thanks Harry!" Colin exclaimed. Hermione handed him his camera.

"I took some photos of you on the broom. Maybe you'd like to send them to your family?" she said. Colin's grin grew even bigger.

"Thanks! I'm going to go develop them now!" he said and ran off. Harry smiled and went back into the air for a few more minutes of practice.

"We're going to crush Slytherin!" George shouted in glee. "That was awesome!"

"Don't we always crush Slytherin?" Harry asked.

"Yes, but that doesn't mean you should take away my happiness!"

"Sorry George," Harry chuckled. "Continue to be happy."

And so George did. They all did, until it came time for Harry and Ron to return to the castle.

"Mr. Weasley, Mr. Potter," McGonagall called out. "You're to serve your detentions tonight. Weasley, you are with our caretaker cleaning the trophy room. Potter, you are with Professor Lockhart."

"Tough luck mate," George made a face after McGonagall walked away. "Want us to prank him for you?"

"A distraction of sorts," Harry almost begged. "I don't want to be there for four hours!"

"Distractions and mayhem are our areas of expertise," Fred grinned. "But you'll need to be specific of what you want."

"You have free reign," Harry said and almost felt sorry for the pounce, the way the twins were grinning.

A/N: The changing the future story, as promised. For the first few chapters, they will focus on different people. Ginny and Percy are next.

Thanks to Fan-Freak121 for Betaing this chapter!

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