People believe that history always finds a way to repeat itself
Perhaps, not entirely
But it still does.
Where the past watches their future
OR
Where the past is attacked by the train of deja-vu's
* I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER. *
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The screen shifts to show Achilles and Cytherea laying on the kitchen floor with a shawl on top of them.
" Masters ! " A small voice squeaked snapping Cytherea out of her pleasant slumber. She untangled herself from the boy next to her and turned to look at the voice
" Ahhhhhhhhh"
" Ahhhhhhhhh"
Laughter spread throughout the hall and Cytherea buried her head in Achilles's neck who was shaking with laughter
Seeing Cytherea yell , the house elf too started yelling. Achilles jerked away and started laughing
" Why are you laughing? "
" That's an house elf, not someone who'd hurt you "
" Oh "
" Masters, you is to leave. The class start soon " the elf squeaked again confusing the two
" What's the time ? "
" 8:45 in the morning"
Cytherea and Achilles stared at one another before dashing out the kitchen and running to their common rooms.
The scene changes to show students siting in McGonacall's class.
Minutes later, Harry and Ron ran in out of breath. Ron leaned over and rested his hands on his knees, trying to regain his breath.
"Thank Merlin the Professor isn't here yet." Ron panted, standing upright again, glancing around for an empty desk for Harry and himself.
The cat jumped off the desk and quickly changed into the Professor. laughed, looking at the shocked and guilty faces on the boys, and then to the stern face of the animagus, who was Professor McGonagall Ron paled considerably.
"You're late," said Professor McGonagall. "Maybe I should transfigure one of you into a watch so at least one of you will be on time?"
"No P-Professor we g-got lost," Ron stuttered.
"Well then how about a map?" Asked the Professor. "Take your seats."
The Marauders and the future generation smirked at each other with mischievous smirks adorning their faces
McGonacall shuddered at those faces.
' Merlin help us '
The boys scurried over to an empty desk and quickly sat down.
McGonacall was teaching them how to turn matchsticks into Needles and it was only Achilles and Hermione who had made a difference to their matches
