Confused? Well, it's gonna get worse [Ginny]

[James Potter]

The dormitory was dark, filled with the strange breathy noises of sleeping boys.. and the groans of one who was very much awake, and bored out of his skull. James glanced at his watch for what seemed like the millionth time, hoping that sheer willpower would make the numbers click over quicker. 12.30. How the hell could it be 12.30 for so long?

It wasn't as if, as happened most nights, he was waiting for something. Then it wouldn't have been quite so irritating, knowing he had a nocturnal ramble to look forward to. Hell, even the guilty thrill of full moon would be something over this... Bla. Yes, bla was about right. This nothingness that had seen him, alone out of the Marauders, unable to drop off into whatever dreams might be. Even he had been, it wouldn't have been much better - whether asleep or awake, he was a haunted man. If he wasn't constantly distracted he found himself dwelling on her, her features swimming before him. And one thing lacking in the Gryffindor Boy's dorm at 12.31 (he'd checked again)? Distraction. James Potter was, shock horror, love sick.

Her who? Shame on you... there was only one girl for James. She just didn't know it yet, unless Sirius had gone good on his threat. No, he'd never do that, too busy chasing skirt. And James had been happy to play the game.. until now. Sigh. When did women become so bloody complicated?

12.32... time crawling forward agonisingly slowly. He couldn't take this, being stretched out on the wrack, even if it was for something undeniably pleasurable, this was hell. He had to do... something. Options were slightly limited, of course, by how everyone else was asleep, and how his slightly addled brain really couldn't think of anything complicated right now... The Astrology Tower seemed like a good bet because really, who'd be up at this god forsaken hour?

Sighing again, he swung his legs round off the bed and got to his feet, wincing slightly at the cold from which his pyjamas - if you could call them that, being really just shorts and an oversized 'Tales of Mystery and Imagination' T-shirt (left over from Remus' attempts to educate him in Muggle Music - that being one record he had liked) - offered scant protection. Slipping beneath his invisibility cloak, James headed through the corridors and up the winding stair to the tower. It was a beautiful night, he couldn't help but notice, but that didn't really matter. Sigh.

[ginny]

Ginny woke up arubtly, breathing heavily with sweat pouring down her face and still screaming. She had had a horrible nightmare that Voldemort had killed Harry and had made her watch as Harry's screams filled her ears. She looked around, her honey brown eyes filled with fear and pain. She didn't see anyone, so she tried to get out of bed, but of course with her luck, she got her foot caught in the sheets and toppled over onto the floor, creating a loud thump!, which echoed throughout the whole dorm.

She sighed, shakily standing up. She supported herself by leaning on the bed post. She stood upright again and headed down to the common room, now plopping onto the couch in front of the fire, the dancing flames reflecting off her tired and fearful features. She ran her fingers through her hair, sighing deeply. Her face was now as pale as parchment as she began to relive the nightmare. "No! Don't!" She screamed without registering that she was awake and at Hogwarts, not at a graveyard. She could still see the nightmare flashing before her eyes, scene from scene, as if she was watching a movie, although the roll of film never seemed to end.

She looked around, noticing the common room was dead silent, or at least it had been before she had come down here and screamed without stopping herself. Why did she had that nightmare? It had been horrible. Her heart ached just thinking about it. She put her head in her hands, feeling a couple tears escape her eyes and slide down her cheeks, only succeeding in getting the palms of her hands wet as she tried to stop the tears of anger and fear running down her cheeks.

She had to get out of here, but she couldn't because it was three in the mourning. She felt like she was going to puke. She miraculously saw a bucket next to the couch and placed it in front of her. She held her hair back before she felt the trickling sensation of her dinner come up her throat and out into the bucket. Disgusting, I know. But, that was how she felt. She wiped her mouth with her sleeve, grimacing after hearing the noise the vomit made after hitting the bottom of the bucket. She had vomitted because she had begun to think about how Voldemort had told all of the DEs to rape Harry and then torture him doing whatever they could and they had actually done it, making her watch. She almost puked again at that thought but held it back.

Okay, now she just didn't care anymore about what bloody time it was. She stood up and rushed out of the common room, not really caring if any teahcers stopped her, although luckily none did. She went up to the Astronomy Tower, which was the only place she thought she could get comfort. She walked in and gasped slightly, after seeing who was in there. "Harry?" She asked confusedly, although after seeing the person didn't have emerald green eyes, but he did have hazel, the boy looked extroardinarily like Harry.

[James Potter]

James’ head snapped round at the voice, although he didn’t really notice what it said… what she said. His hazel eyes scanned this newcomer, lingering on red hair framing almost elfin features in a childish, but not displeasing arrangement. For a moment he might have thought it was Lily, though that was silly. No one looked like Lily, although this kid came close. Kid she was – younger than him, definitely – and not unattractive. Well, he had asked for a distraction.

James’ hand automatically flew to the back of his head, messing up his scruffy black locks still more the way he always did around the fair sex. It was a bad habit, one he couldn’t snap out of, much like the swaggering flirtatious tone that somehow laced his words without him really thinking about it. “Evening” He smiled. “Have we met?” He didn’t think they had, but who knew these days, given his chequered past? The girls sort of blended into each other after a while, and with every remotely interesting piece of skirt professing to have knowledge of him – sometimes very intimate knowledge – how could he be sure? Sigh, how tragic, the burden of popularity. Still, he’d heard rumours that there were new people around the school, so it didn’t surprise him that no name sprang to mind.

[ginny]

Ginny shook her head. "No, we haven't met before. My name is Ginny." She said, not really wanting to say her last name since she didn't want to confuse the boy. She looked him up and down, as if checking him out. She saw the messy jet black hair.....the glasses.....and the face structure and she finally realized who it was standing in front of her. It was James Potter....Harry's father! She had wished she could meet the father of the one she loved for so long except before she had never thought it would happen since Lily and James died at the hands of Voldemort.....curse Voldemort! "And you are?" She asked, looking at him with a smile, sticking out her hand so that james could shake it.

[James Potter]

James took the proffered hand, his grin widening, one eyebrow raised. "I take it you're new, Ginny.. Else I'd be deeply offended by that"

Okay, maybe it was an overstatement, but seriously, unless this was some sort new sort of feminine coyness (which might be the case because really, who could understand girls?) how the hell hadn't she heard of the legendary James Potter? Shaking warmly before withdrawing, wrapping his arms around himself as some protection against the ever-present Astronomy Tower chill, he looked at Ginny sidelong for a moment before continuing. "James Potter.. The One and Only" He grinned again, taking in her appearance again. What did he know about her? First name. Probably not in its full form, but a derrivative nickname, so she was probably a little too tame to bite. Definately younger than him. House colours said Gryffindor, which was good.. and other than that, nada. There was something... no, that was almost as silly as thinking she was Lily. Maybe. But then again didn't the Weasleys famously have a glut of relatives?

Bloody hell, Prongs, say something. You don't want to freak her out, just staring... "So, Ginny..." James took a seat on beneath the crinollations at the Tower's edge, hoping it would give him some shelter, and gestured for the girl to join him. "What bring you up here at such a ridiculous hour?"

[ginny]

"Oh? Well, why would you be deeply offended? I just thought you looked like someone I know. My boyfriend, in fact. Excuse me for confusing the both of you but you both look extremely alike." Ginny said, not wanting to say that she knew that James was Harry's dad so as to not freak out James. She nodded and smiled, following him and sitting beside him beneath the crinollations at the Tower's edge. She heard him ask why she had been out this late and she shrugged, although there was a look of shock and fear clouding her honey brown eyes. "Oh, it was nothing. Just a nightmare." She said, trying to sound casual but failing as she heard her voice pitch up a bit.

[James Potter]

James threw his hands up, mock defensive, at her retort, although the laughter spilling out of lips in their usual grin showed that he wasn't serious. "Okay, calm down. I was jut surprised you didn't recognise me... your boyfriend is a lucky guy, I guess." He joked, though with James' head being its inflated self, it was hard to tell whether he meant that this mystery man was lucky for being with Ginny (which was possible, seeing as how he was Mr. Charming) or for looking like him (which was more likely), and whether these comments were serious.

As she sat next to him he couldn't help but look into those eyes, wide with shock though she was trying to hide it - Honey Brown, he noted. There was something so.. small, so young about her. He couldn't help but try and act the big brother. Even if, as an only child, it wasn't something he was born to, he'd had enough practice with his surrogate family - Remus' hairy little problem, Sirius' bloodline, and Peter's.. well, Peter was just, erm, Peter. His strange sense of humor and almost macabre interests also relished the chance of hearing some truly horrible tale, although he hadn't much faith in the female imagination when it came to horror. "Oh... A nightmare. Right. Care to share, or is it not that sort of nightmare?"

[ginny]

Ginny rolled her eyes as she looked at James, so used to stupid egotistical comments from hanging around Draco at times back in the present time. She sighed and brought her knees into her chest, placing her head atop them. "I'd rather not talk about it." She answered, avoiding eye contact with him. She wished that Harry could come and join her so she wasn't left alone with the father of the one she loved. It felt so odd that she was talking to Harry's father from when he was so egotistical. She shrugged to herself and continued to stare out across the dark and gloomy grounds.

[Harry Potter]

Why did he have to be cooped up at the Dursley's every summer? Why couldn't Dumbledore let Harry come live with him? It just wasn't fair to be forced to live with the three most idiotic muggles he had ever seen. Maybe he should thank Dumbledore for letting him live so close to someone descended from his mother because he had never known her. Sometimes he wondered if his father had any brothers, or sisters for that matter, that he could go live with during the long, hard two months. He had played slave ever since he could walk, worn these baggy clothes since he could remember and longed for his friends when he came back the summer after first year. He missed the sight of Ron's reddened ears, the rolling of brown eyes behind bushy brown hair that belonged to Hermione and even the wicked retorts spat at him by the Slytherins. Damn..cooped up here really made one start to miss their enemies. Well, living in the muggle realm did have its perks, mainly because he was safe here and Voldemort couldn't really touch him with his mother's sacrifice protecting him. He thanked her for that, unknowing the protection would end once he became of age, able to leave this place.

Suddenly, the round rimmed glasses gave a loud shatter as they slammed to the ground, bouncing from his bedside table. Harry jerked out of the bed, the safety of his covers in Private Drive. Screams sounded like mad and green flashes was what he could see between the floor and the inch crack of his bedroom door. Something was going terribly amiss, but the handsome fifth year would not be stupid enough to go through the door to find out what was going on. It was obvious something was happening. A crash of glass behind him made him whirl around scooping up his repaired specks and place them over the emerald green eyes. The swirl of brown, then long red hair made him know instantly it was Ginny and Hermione, one each had a hold of his hand.
"What's going on?"
He said urgently to the two girls as his legs easily brought him to running speed with them.
"Isn't it obvious? The Death Eaters have come for you!"
Hermione yelled, pushing both he and Ginny into the Ford Angela muggle car turned magic. Mr. Weasley was driving it this time, instead of one of Ron's older brothers.
"Strap in you lot!"
He shouted to them and just when Hermione shut the door, they were off, flying above the blowing up house.
Hermione thrust a long chain around all four of their necks and in a few moments, along with a few wrong turns of the Timeturner, they were thrust backwards through time. It was clear what they had to do, though all were completely oblivious. They had been sent here for a reason, each student from the future arriving back in time by some way, some how..

Harry jerked awake, eyes piercing the darkness of the Gryffindor boy's dormitory. Ever since the night he had left this event had been replaying itself in his mind. Though most of the time it was switched around, the ending was always they same. He, Ron and Ginny would be thrown into the Ford Angela, driven by Arthur and carried into the sky. Hermione would throw a lengthy chain around each student's neck and they would be tossed back in time to right the wrongs of the past. Even in his worst nightmares would Voldemort be chasing him, proving how little protection there was over Harry ever since the night of Riddle's reincarnation. It had also been the night of Cedric's death, killed without mercy by the Dark Lord, just to prove power. Heartless was a word to explain the truth behind Voldemort and helpless was the word that best described the Gryffindor boy best that night. Harry could still feel the long, cold white fingers upon his pale skin. The feel of them had sent another tremor up his spine as he lay there, trying to tell himself he would defeat the dark one once and for all. But when would that be and would he be prepared? The lessons he was supposed to have with Snape this year were non-existant, though vital to his survival. Maybe Hermione would be able to help him if he asked, seeing as how she was the brains of Gryffindor afterall.

Harry let out a yawn, the peak of the half moon telling him it was around midnight, maybe later as his emerald eyes sparkled in all its splendor. He had always fancied the bright luminescent bulb, mainly because he would stare at it for hours, trying to find truth in it. It was hard though, as he rose up from the four poster, to stare out there forever and see the image reflected by the Mirror of Erised waving back at him in the pitch black sky. He had forgotten that until tonight, the knowledge he was in his parents' school time reminding him. He had been here for quite some time and had yet to gaze on their young, shining faces he had seen in the album which was locked safely in his trunk. It had been a gift from a future Hagrid during his first year at Hogwarts. How long ago that seemed to be now as he finished dressing, heavy robes shielding him from the drafty night air. When he was ready, he tucked his wand in the depths of the right hand pocket, being as how that was easier reach.
Sleep never found him easily and for some nights it took hours, only to be awoken by the sun casting its annoying gaze onto his face a few moments later. Maybe that awful Skeeter woman was right about him.
Have you gone mad?! She's full of herself! Retorted
his conscience, kicking him mentally for even thinking such blasphemy. He ignored it and exited the boy's dormitory, eventually the common room.

Sleepless nights normally left him wandering the school, trying to find information vital to destruction of some creature like the Basilisk or education on a long dead wizard. It was so simple back then to be lost in one's thoughts, now expecially since he might be seeing his mother and father in the past. He wore no invisibility cloak to hide himself, having memorized the Marauder's Map for any hideaways along the seventh floor. Besides, if a prefect was out to get him, they would have already found him, handing out a detention to the out of bounds Gryffindor. Were prefects as annoying in the past as they were in his time? Probably. Hermione and Ron were the prefects in his time, but he had it on good authority that a young Remus and Lily were the prefects in this time. He could see it now: his own mother giving him a detention for hexing a young version of Draco's father.
Snickering and grinning evily to himself, Harry continued quietly down the long stretch of corridor to the Astronomy Tower. He had been debating between that or Myrtle's bathroom, seeing as how he normally confided in her when he was depressed. She always offered him comfort, however frightening or further upsetting it might be. Not wanting to have the past Myrtle screaming a wailing cry, he decided easily on the Astronomy Tower.

He loved the stars, but it had never been his absolute favorite subject. There was a much more interesting subject on his mind as his hand grasped the rail, bringing him up the steps: Ginny Weasley, who he had finally succeeded in making his girlfriend. He was happy with her and she made him happy, so what more did he need? And here she was, standing before him as he reached the top of the staircase. He smirked playfully, wrapping his arms around her waist, oblivious to his father standing there for the moment.
"Gotcha love."
He said simply to her. It was here where he looked over at James. Oh crap. He thought to himself, staring at his father like someone had placed a mirror in front of him. The only real difference between them was a small scar, now hidden by unruly black hair, and bright green eyes like his mothers.

[James Potter]

Holy cow, that's a post and a half. Sorry that mine won't measure up to that

Whatever James was going to say (and it's a pretty safe bet it was going to be arrogant, or tactless, or both) it just sort of.. evaporated. Not at the arrival of who he could only assume was Ginny's boyfriend - such social niceties never stopping him before - but somewhere after that when it finally clicked.

How... bizarre. Like someone had placed an exact replica of him there.. really, really bizarre. He shook his head, blinked a few times just to make sure he was really seeing what he thought he was... Wierd. Wait. Not an exact replica - a second glance revealled that this boy's eyes were green (like Evans', though for once she wasn't at the front of his mind - so totally taken aback was he) but still, close enough. Uncannily close.

James shivered - that response Muggles term a 'gravewalker' sneaking down his spine - before realising how stupid he must have looked, just standing there gawping. Clearing his throat, a small, though uncommitted, grin lighting his features almost on instinct because he really didn't feel comfortable enough for it to be born of anything other than nerves, he offered a tentative "Evening.."

Turning his gaze to Ginny - the one thing he thought he was sure of in this situation, though now he wasn't so certain, shook up by this odd circumstance - his grin widened slightly as he continued. "This the guy, then? I can see why you got confused.." Those last words came out awkwardly, sticking in his throat... Even the sight of Ginny was slightly disconcerting now, with him hanging off her - eerily reminscent of those daydreams where he'd finally hooked up with Lily. What the hell was going on?

[ginny]

Ginny was a bit surprised when someone came up behind her and wrapped their arms around her waist. As she heard the familiar raspy, sexy voice, she grinned, knowing that it was in fact Harry who was being so playful with her. "Hello, hun." She said smiling and leaning in, kissing him. She pulled away and interlaced their fingers, although she felt someone's gaze upon her.

She looked to see James and she almost jumped out of her clothes, which she was sure Harry would be happy if she did. She looked from Harry to James, a look of shock occupying her features. She couldn't believe how much Harry and James looked alike, except for Harry's eyes. He had Lily's. She cleared her throat a bit akwardly, knowing she looked like an idiot, just looking from James to Harry as if they were a whole different type of species. She shook her head to clear her thoughts and she laughed slightly as she saw James gawking as well, almost the same expression that had been on her face only moments before.

As she heard James' words, she chuckled. "Yeah. One can say you two do look alike." She said with a smile. She looked at Harry, whom she saw was staring at his father. She squeezed his hand gently, knowing Harry had waited a long time to finally meet his father and yet here he was, standing right in front of him as a teenager. About the same age as themselves.

[Harry Potter]

The some what faster than normal blinking of his eyelids over the emerald orbs were supposed to rid him of this sight, finding it too impossible. But wasn’t this what they the future was intended to do? Come back and do something to prevent his parents along with countless others from being killed? The thought had always rested itself in his mind, but the reality of it had only just hit him now. It was like he was breathless, lifting an anvil above his head while his knees threatened to buckle bellow his long, gangly frame. It was this build that made people that knew his father compare them so closely. The hair, face, stances, even the muscle tone was almost an exact match, hardly anything different. Someone, well in truth they had, almost believed father and son to be twins, save for the green eyes. The scar, if others had not known its reason for being, would have been surpassed.. But the irises of those orbs, now glistening with what could only be tears, behind round rimmed glasses was what through people off the most.

He could not find his voice and though his feet were glued to the floor, he found movement in his hand, lifting it up and running it into his hair, as if trying to disprove this dream turned reality. He did not wait for the other Harry Potter look alike to do the same, mainly because it was quick and unpredictable in motion. The hand placed itself back into the junction of his partner’s own hand, his face ghostly white as he stood close to her, trying to distinguish dream from reality. Their bodies touched slightly and the horror he felt was thrown into him four fold, his gut wreathing and twisting uncomfortably. His father was indeed standing before him, only one of the parents he had seen so far.. And what of his mother? Surely the two of them would be together now, why would he leave his girlfriend just out for Slytherin gits like the Malfoys and worst Black members out there.

Harry found his grasp around both of Ginny’s hands was soon tightening, as if warning not to let it slip that James had a son. He would tell his father in his own time, when they had a moment alone together. The kiss she had given him still lingered there upon his lips and, if it had not been for the parental eye, would have passionately locked their lips together in such longing. Why was he suddenly feeling the weight of having parents again, abiding by their rules when he had never had guidance of that sort before? It was all strange to him so he leaned forward a bit, resting his chin on her shoulder for support of his limp body and moral comfort. As much as he wanted to run into his father’s arms, crying pathetically at that, he refrained, still clinging onto the one in which his heart belonged.

“Likewise.”
Hell, what else could he say? He felt his tongue was stuck to the roof of his mouth like decade old peanut butter, sticky and just as dry. There was no saliva to make his throat quenched of the sudden thirst, nor eye drops to make the fuzziness in his orbs go away so willingly. He smiled the best he could, returning the gesture with a half assed smirking, grin like combination. Then, all at once, his fingers left their interlocking grasp, knees giving way to the weight of what seemed like could be the world. He gave a nervous, weak laugh and then toppled over onto the floor; undeniably fainted.

[Lily Evans]

Lily’s mind seemed to parade around her as she walked down the 7th floor corridor, hardly paying attention to her duties at hand. To say that the obligations of a prefect where hard was surprisingly a bit of an overstatement; the term that Lily would have rather used was just plain boring. Lily had expected, or maybe she had just been hoping, that extra tasks would come with job other than just patrolling. It had been nearly two weeks now that Lily had arrived at school and assumed the position as 5th year Gryffindor Prefect along with Remus Lupin. Sure, a bit of authority was needed for the job, but nothing that wasn’t already lying dormant under Lily’s personality. She was a regular hard ass when she wanted to be, especially when it came down too a certain James Potter and his three side-kicks. Lily have been more than disappointed.

It was nearly mid-night now, or maybe it had already passed? Lily had lost track of time, her watch having broken when she, the victim of a cruel prank, was thrown into the lake outside on the grounds to swim with the giant squid. It didn’t really matter what the time was. She had met up with McGonagall earlier and she had agreed to let her break off early from patrol with one last check of the 7th floor. It sounded like an easy enough task, but as Lily’s eye lids began to become heavier, she came to realize just how big the 7th floor was.

It seemed that every time she made her second swoop through the corridor to make sure she hadn’t missed any doors, another door would appear that she hadn’t seen before; making her re-check several more times. It took her nearly a half hour till she was satisfied that she had checked them all. Now, Lily of all people had never been one to half-ass anything, but it was far later now than she had anticipated in finishing. Her shift was probably already up anyways. Not even students would be out of bed on such a dull night such as this anyways. Or so Lily thought.

As she turned to leave, knowing fully well that she was about to break prefect protocol and skip over the Astronomy tower completely, she heard several very faint voices echoing down the stair-well. Lily bowed her head and let out a small sigh before turning around to climb the stone steps of the Astronomy Tower. “So close…” she mutter to herself.

A moment later she was level with three other figures in the Tower… well two other the figures. One was lying on the ground, motionless. And who else would she find at the scene of the crime other than the infamous James Potter himself.

“Potter! What have you done now?” she bellowed at him, taking out her wand and pointing it towards his chest. She had heard rumors of how he had escaped prefects in the past; truth or not, she wasn’t going to give him the chance.

Lily inched towards the boy, waiting for James’ response. Her eyes drifted from James only for a moment; too look down towards the boy and see that he was still breathing, her eyes flashed over the Gryffindor crest on his robes and then back up to Potter.

It was about this time that Lily noticed the third party of the bunch from out of the corner of her eye. She didn’t take the time to look her over though. “Playing the part of the jealous boyfriend Potter?” she asked, nodding her head towards the girl. It was well known fact that James got around, and Lily wouldn’t be surprised if her assumption about the situation wasn’t too far off.

((A bit harsh coming from Lily, but I say she's taken enough crap ))

[James Potter]

Oh poor Harry.. as if this wasn't hard enough to deal with, he's under the delusion that we're hopelessly in love. Hehe...

James didn't faint - oh come on, this is James we're talking about! - his blackout being instead far more subtle, a sort of fading out of the 'real world' because his brain just refused to take it onboard when it was clearly so insane... which would explain why, when the lovely Lily arrived (heh, just when you thought things couldn't get any weirder) he was just sort of… standing there, looking for all the world as if he had in fact just killed this kid, confusion being so easily misread as guilt.

Just his luck that the thing which snapped him out of this was none other than Lily ‘Perfect Prefect’ Evans who, for all her other virtues, wasn’t someone you’d want to run into with something like this apparently on your plate, especially since she seemed to have made it her mission to catch the Marauders out now she had the power of the badge behind her. And, of course, this was a more than perfect opportunity to unleash hell. How did he get himself into these things?

Still, this being Evans, he couldn’t react with anything other than his usual suave (or so he liked to believe) self-confidence (read; arrogance), running a hand through his hair and grinning somewhere between charming- and sheepishly. “Done? Me? What now?” Other instinctive responses besides the hair thing also came into play, his other hand sneaking towards his own wand. James didn’t particularly want to hex Lily, having sensitivity enough to realise that it wasn’t the best way to gain her undying love, but if he had to… he’d escaped prefects before, the escapes quickly becoming something of Hogwarts’ legend, and he’d do it again. Some things – like getting one over the authorities – were just more important.

Her last comment stung just a little, prompting a melodramatic wince as he stepped towards Lily over his clone’s inert form (how had she not noticed? Were women blind or something?). “Jealous boyfriend? Please…” He grinned again. “I might be many things, Evan, but cradle-snatching is a little low for even the legendary James Potter to stoop” (he flashed Ginny a quick No offence meant, love look – the sort Sirius was unrivalled master of but which he could nevertheless pull off).

“Besides..” he continued, his grin widening as now he and Lily were face to face – a desirable circumstance in any case, and a convenient way of distracting her, “You know I’m saving myself…”

[ginny]

Ginny was a bit surprised as she saw an angry red headed prefect burst into the room. She gasped slightly as she recognized the figure -- Lily Potter. Well, actually, it was Lily Evans now. She was not yet married to James and they didn't know they were going to get married and have Sirius Black be Harry's godfather. Oh, that's right! They didn't even know they were going to have Harry either. It was then that she realized Harry was still on the ground. She helped him stand up and grabbed his hand, squeezing it reassuringly. As she saw the expression on his face, she sighed, knowing how hard it must be to see his parents, especially since it seemed it was in the teenage years where Lily still hated James. She knew how much Harry didn't really like the way his father acted towards Lily during this year but she held her tongue.

Although after hearing Lily ask if James was the jealous boyfriend, she narrowed her eyes. "He is not the jealous boyfriend. Hell, he's not even my boyfriend." She snapped a bit rudely, yet she quietened at the look on Lily's face. But, she would not easily back down. She was Ginny Weasley, after all. Madam Mystery. You never knew what she would do next. She saw James' look and nodded, completely understanding what he had said. She heard James' comment and she shook his head. Did he not know when to keep his big mouth shut? She guessed so and that only made her smirk and shake her head in amusement. She then looked at Lily and noticed something. They looked somewhat alike. Boy was it freaky. Although, she noticed she did not have the bright, almond shaped, emerald green eyes, which her one true love had inherited.

((Gah! No muse! My post is so much shorter than everyone else's. ))