Chapter 4: Fake Personalities

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I apologize in advance if my French is wrong or something, French isn't my first language. Also, I couldn't find a way to add accent marks. :(



"Guys....." I said slowly. "I think I just used up my one time travelling visit." 

Hayley, Ron and Hermione turned and looked at me with shock. "What? What year are we in?" Hermione asked frantically, freaking out. Ron soothed her by rubbing her shoulder, and Hermione relaxed a bit. "Um, Harry? Where's the watch?" Hayley said worriedly. 

"It fell off back in the present day!" I exclaimed, getting up. 

"Um, mate?" Ron said tentatively. "Mm." I said, not paying attention. 

"On that banner it says, "NEWLY RECONSTRUCTED QUIDDITCH PITCH 1976'" Ron said, pointing to the banner that flew between the Ravenclaw and Gryffindor stands. 

"Oh my gosh." Hayley exclaimed, getting up. "That's the year the Marauders were in their sixth year! Like us!" 

A small ray of hope shined through my chest. Maybe I could meet my parents after all. 

"Let's go." I said, then we all got up and walked through the oh- so familiar corridors. Except for a few things: the walls were definitely dirtier, and the portraits on the wall were different. 

We walked through the great hall doors, where everybody was eating dinner. "Maybe we should see Professor Dumbledore, first." Hermione suggested. 

"Good idea." Hayley pointed out. "We shouldn't mess up the future. And none of these students should know our real names. Maybe Dumbledore can give us some fake ones."

We agreed, then went up to the gargoyle outside Dumbledore's office. I tried all the Honeydukes sweets I could think of, knowing Dumbledore usually used them as passwords. It wasn't until I said, "BERTIEBOTTS!" Then the gargoyle opened. We raced up the stairs, then hesitated before  stepping into Dumbledore's office. Hermione and Hayley had never been in Dumbledores office; the one time Ron did, Hayley and Hermione had gone skiing together for Christmas break. 

I took a deep breath then stepped into it. Dumbledore's office looked exactly the same; same portraits, same Fawkes, same objects. 

"Excuse me, Professor Dumbledore?" I said, stepping in front of his desk. "Yes?" Dumbledore said, looking a me

"This may come as a shock to you...but I'm from the future. 1996, to be exact." I said nervously. 

"Ah, of course! Using James'  time watch? Then you must be James and Lily's son." 

"Um, how did you know-?" 

"You look exactly like James, but have Lily's eyes. And I can tell their going to end up together. And my suspicions have come true. So thank you, Harry." 

"How did you know my name was Harry?" 

"I have my ways. Anyway, did you talk to anybody in the time when you arrived in this year?" 

"No. We came straight here from the quidditch pitch. My watch was lost in 1996." 

"Ah, I see. Okay, we'll need to change your names, obviously, and some of your hair colour. You must be a Weasley. Arthur and Molly's, I believe she just had a boy, Percy?" 

Ron stuttered. "Um, yeah. Percy is my older brother...I'm Ron." 

Dumbledore turned to Hayley. "Hmm, you must be Mike Collins and Raya Chens daughter, they just graduated!" 

"Uh, yes. I'm Hayley."  

Dumbledore finally turned to Hermione. "I do not recognize you. Are you muggle born?" 

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