Back In Time

Back In Time: Chapter Four

EDITED: Chapter Four:

"I presume you know where the Gryffindor dormitories are, am I correct?" Nodding, I stood up from the chair I had been occupying. Dumbledore walked me to his door before opening it and allowing me to walk out.  

It seemed that nothing had changed; no additions were made to Hogwarts, at least to my knowledge. The Common Room was in the same spot, as was the Fat Lady portrait. It took me an entire five seconds before I realized that Dumbledore hadn't given me the password.

Sighing in frustration, I knocked, knowing that everyone would be in his or her classes already but it wouldn't hurt to try. To my surprise, the portrait opened up immediately, knocking me in the forehead, which in turn made me fall to the ground. Holding my head with one hand and pushing myself up with the other, I groaned before looking up at whoever had caused me pain.

"Sirius? Shouldn't you be in class?"

"I'm late, obviously." He spoke, sounding rushed before shoving his foot into a shoe. "Shouldn't you be in class as well?"

"No." That was all I said as I made my way passed him, looking at the Common Room. It hadn't changed either, the same furniture as there was twenty years in the future, still in immaculate condition, the fireplace, the rugs and tables, they were all positioned in the exact same layout.

"What do you mean 'no'? Every student has to be in their classes!" Frowning, I turned back to look at Sirius Black, the man who, in just a few years, would be in Azkaban for killing Lily and James Potter. Who, twenty years from now, would be murdered by none other than Bellatrix Lestrange. Padfoot of the Marauders, whom Harry had told me all about, I knew Sirius didn't actually do it, in fact, I had met him before he died and heard all about how 'Wormtail', also known as Peter Pettigrew, who had been the Potter's Secret Keeper, ratted them out. Pun not intended, of course.

I knew the entire story behind them, the Marauder's and the Potter's. I felt that I should warn them all about what would happen, but I knew not to mess with anything or else the future will be all messed up when I go back...if I go back, that is.

Swallowing the sudden lump in my throat, I remembered that Sirius had asked me a question and figured I had waited long enough to answer it.

"I've just started, I wont be starting classes until tomorrow. By the way, what is the password to the portrait, Dumbledore apparently didn't think it important enough to tell me." Scowling slight, I awaited his answer as he stood there and stared at me. Suddenly he was walking over to the couch beside the fire and plopping down on it. I followed suit, sitting in the chair before tossing my legs over one of it's arms and leaned my head against the opposite one. This is how I always sat when in the Common Room. "Shouldn't you be going to class right around now?"

"Nope, I've decided I'm going to skip."

"Uh-huh." I answered skeptically. "And when did you decide that?"

"About the time you walked through the door." I was tempted to 'aw' over him saying that, but let's face it, I'm not that kind of girl. Turning my head to stare into the flames of the fireplace, nothing entered my mind, no thoughts ran through my brain, it was simply...blank, just as my father had taught me, keeping my mind blank made it easy to keep my face emotionless.

"Hobsnoppers." Sirius suddenly spoke, making me jump slightly.

"What?" I asked after staring at him for a few silent moments.

"The password, it’s Hobsnoppers." Nodding, I turned back to the fire before yawning. I was exhausted. I stood up once again and heading to the girl’s dormitory. "Hey, where are you going? Don't you want me to give you a tour or something?"