Past Meets The Present (A Harry Potter tale)
In this story, the past meets the present as the Marauders, James, Remus, Sirius and Peter, along with Lily and Snape, Read the Harry Potter books. Also there with them are Harry, Ron Hermione and my OC Jamie Black. ;)
P.S. I´m sorry I couldn´t finish this chapter but, ther wasn´t enough room. The rest will be the next update!
Introductions and The First Chapter
"Up! Get up, now!" The raven haired girl groaned and rolled over,banging her head on the door. Swearing softly, she shook her cousin and pulled a brush off a shelf.
"Wha?" he murmured sleepily, reaching for his glasses.
"Up!" their aunt's voice screeched. Harry groaned and sat up, while Jamie struggled with a knot in her hair."
"If I didn´t know any better, I´d say you inherited the Potter hair." Said James. Jamie smirked at him and replied: "I did." She got very confused looks from the past people. "My Mother was Michelle Potter." She explained to everyone in confusion. They all nodded and she could have sworn she heard James mumble "Explains the temper." To Sirius who laughed.
*Harry groaned but, because of his luck, his aunt heard him.
"What did you say?" She snapped.
"Nothing." Harry quickly replied while Jamie snickered at him.
"Why are you living with Your aunt? Where are they?" Lily asked,pointing at James and Sirius while looking a little pale. "It explains it later."
They heard her walking towards the kitchen and then the sound of the frying pan. After a while, their aunt came back. "Are you up yet?" She demanded.
"Nearly" Replied harry with yet another smirk from Jamie. *
/"You always did like picking on Harry didn´t you?" Questioned George from next to Jamie. "Oh, shut up George. You kow it´s only harmless banter between cousins." She replied. "Oh yeah, of course. So, when you got peeves to pelt him with doung bombs? That was just harmless banter between cousins?" He questioned. Jamie made cutting motions at her throat to get him to shut up but, it was too late. "You did that?"Asked Harry. "Thanks George." She said sarcastically. He just winked at her. "How did you manage to get on peeves´ good side anyway? It was the first day." Harry said incredilously. This recieved stunned looks from the marauders. She smirked and just replied with "That´s for me to know and you to never find out." With that, Lily went back to reading.
"Well, get a move on. I want you to look after the bacon. And don't you dare let it burn, I want everything perfect on Duddy' birthday." Jamie scoffed and rolled her eyes at this.
"How come she didn't ask you to to do it?" Asked James. "Because, after 10 years, they had finally learnt not to get on my bad side. The last time that happened, I nearly blew up the house." Jamie replied. James and Sirius shared a look Before sighing in unison. "Michelle." They said together. "You know, you actually look a lot like her." Stated Sirius. "Yeah, I've been told. Apart from my eyes though. I have your eyes." Jamie replied. Sirius nodded. "It's like the situation with Harry really. Spitting image of James with his mothers eyes." Jamie told them. "Out of curiosity, who is your mum" Lily asked Harry. "Watch their reactions." Jamie whispered to the present day people. "That would be you, Lily flower." She said and the reactions were highly amusing. Lily froze, looking stunned, along with Remus and Peter. Sirius started laughing, James froze for a moment before his face split into a wide grin and Snape seemed to growl.
Dudley's birthday — how could he have forgotten? Harry got slowly out of bed and started looking for socks. He found a pair under his bed and, after pulling a spider off one of them, put them on. Harry was used to spiders, because the cupboard under the stairs was full of them, and that was where they slept.
/"WHAT!?!" Shouted the Marauders and Lily, even Snape looked a little angry.
"They made you sleep in the cupboard under the stairs?" Asked Sirius, looking a little menacing. "No, they made Harry sleep under the stairs. They were actually scared of me so, they offered me a room. I just chose to stay with Harry." Jamie explained. Lily smiled warmly at her and moved over to her, giving her a hug. She returned it straight away and when Lily let go, she was hugged by James, who then sat on the arm of her chair. Sirius was smiling proudly at her and moved to sit on the the other arm but, she got up, shoved him into the chair and sat on his lap in stead. "I´ve wanted to do this for a long time." She said, smiling at him and he returned it. "So, you´ll sit on your dad´s lap but, you wont sit on your boyfriend´s?" George asked. "I have sat on your lap. Quite a few times actually." Jamie replied. "Not really, only when your really tired or when your really worried." He countered. "Your point?" She asked. "You never just sat there because you felt like it." He explained and she rolled her eyes at him. "Woah, woah, woah." Interupted Sirius. Here we go Thought Jamie. "Boyfriend?" He asked. "Yes, I am 17 you know?" She replied. "And don´t worry. I´m sure you will approve once you´ve read all about him and how we got together. Oh, Merlin that was funny." The past people gave her odd looks while the present people laughed with her. "I´m gonna carry on reading." Said Lily and picked up the book again./
When he was dressed he went down the hall into the kitchen, Jamie coming up behind him. The table was almost hidden beneath all Dudley's birthday presents. It looked as though Dudley had gotten the new computer he wanted, not to mention the second television and the racing bike. Exactly why Dudley wanted a racing bike was a mystery to Harry, as Dudley was very fat and hated exercise — unless of course it involved punching somebody.
"That better not mean either of you." Said James. "Oh, don´t worry. He was too scared off me to hit me and if he hit Harry, I hit him. Simple as that." Jamie replied while Harry smiled over at her along with Lily and James squeezed her hand as Sirius hugged her tighter.
Dudley's favorite punching bag was Harry, but he couldn't often catch him. Harry didn't look it, but he was very fast. Perhaps it had something to do with living in a dark cupboard, but Harry had always been small and skinny for his age. He looked even smaller and skinnier than he really was because all he had to wear were old clothes of Dudley's, and Dudley was about four times bigger than he was. Harry had a thin face, knobby knees, black hair,
"Just like James." Commented Sirius.
and bright green eyes.
"With his mother´s eyes." Stated Jamie.
He wore round glasses held together with a lot of Scotch tape because of all the times Dudley had punched him on the nose. The only thing Harry liked about his own appearance was a very thin scar on his forehead that was shaped like a bolt of lightning. It was exactly the same as the one Jamie had on her forehead. She had to admit, it was pretty cool. He had had it as long as he could remember, and the first question he could ever remember asking his Aunt Petunia was how he had gotten it.
"In the car crash when your parents died," she had said. "And don't ask questions."
Don't ask questions — that was the first rule for a quiet life with the Dursleys, although, Jamie seemed to like annoying them with endless questions about her dad when she was in a bad mood. Or just simply thought it was funny.
"That a girl." Said Sirius and James at the same time. Lily rolled her eyes but, you could see her trying not to smile.
Where Harry looked like his dad with his mother´s eyes, Jamie was the opposite. She looked exactly like her mum. Long, black hair that never did what she wanted, not that she complained. She liked the messy look.
"I like you." James told her very simply but, he was smiling very widely.
Though, she had her father´s eyes and, they were her favourite part of her appearnce. They were a stormy gray that gave her a kind michevous look, along with a look of mystery.
Uncle Vernon entered the kitchen as Harry was turning over the bacon.
"Comb your hair!" he barked, by way of a morning greeting.
"That wont work." James muttered to Sirius under his breath, causing him to snort.
"That wont work." Jamie muttered to Harry under her breath, causing him to snort.
James and Sirius stared incredilously at Jamie, while still smiling. She smirked in return and it reminded them so much of Michelle that even Snape had to look away.
About once a week, Uncle Vernon looked over the top of his newspaper and shouted that Harry needed a haircut. Harry must have had more haircuts than the rest of the boys in his class put together, but it made no difference, his hair simply grew that way — all over the place. Jamie had the same problem but, she really did like the ´just rolled out of bed´ look.
James smiled at her while a few people raised their eyebrows.
Harry was frying eggs by the time Dudley arrived in the kitchen with his mother. Jamie was standing behind him, ready incase he burned it. Again. Dudley looked a lot like Uncle Vernon. He had a large pink face, not much neck, small, watery blue eyes, and thick blond hair that lay smoothly on his thick, fat head.
"So, like a pig in a wig?" Asked James and Jamie just stared at him. "What?" He asked.
Aunt Petunia often said that Dudley looked like a baby angel — Jamie often said that Dudley looked like a pig in a wig.
"That´s what." She answered. They all looked back and forth between the two with wide eyes. "She is scarily like you and Sirius." Commented Lily. "With her mother´s temper." Mumbled George and then doged out of the way of her hand as it came swinging towards him, everybody else just laughed.
Harry put the plates of egg and bacon on the table, which was difficult as there wasn't much room. Dudley, meanwhile, was counting his presents. His face fell.
"Thirty-six," he said, looking up at his mother and father. "That's two less than last year."
"What a spoiled brat." Exclaimed Fred. "Believe me, that´s not the worst of it." Said Jamie and everybody from the past, plus Fred and George, raised their eyebrows in unison./
"Darling, you haven't counted Auntie Marge's present, see, it's here under this big one from Mummy and Daddy."
"All right, thirty-seven then," said Dudley, going red in the face. Harry, who could see a huge Dudley tantrum coming on, began wolfing down his bacon as fast as possible in case Dudley turned the table over.
"I´d have counted the presents before when I walked in and eaten it before he did." Said Snape. Jamie and Harry looked at him with wide eyes. "What?" He asked.
Jamie had counted the presents when she walked in the room and was already done.
"Wow, that was weird." Commented Harry. "That´s creepy." Corrected Jamie.
Aunt Petunia obviously scented danger, too, because she said quickly, "And we'll buy you another two presents while we're out today. How's that, popkin? Two more presents. Is that all right?"
"Lily scoffed. "That´ll just make him worse." She reasoned.
Dudley thought for a moment. It looked like hard work. Finally he said slowly, "So I'll have thirty… thirty…"
"Good Godric, he can´t even count." Exclaimed James.
"Thirty-nine, sweetums," said Aunt Petunia.
"Oh." Dudley sat down heavily and grabbed the nearest parcel. "All right then."
Uncle Vernon chuckled.
"Little tyke wants his money's worth, just like his father. 'Atta boy, Dudley!" He ruffled Dudley's hair.
At that moment the telephone rang and Aunt Petunia went to answer it while Harry and Uncle Vernon watched Dudley unwrap the racing bike, a video camera, a remote control airplane, sixteen new computer games, and a VCR.
He was ripping the paper off a gold wristwatch when Aunt Petunia came back from the telephone looking both angry and worried.
"Bad news, Vernon," she said. "Mrs. Figg's broken her leg. She can't take them."
"Why does that name sound familliar?" Questioned Sirius. Everybody shrugged.
She jerked her head in Harry and Jamie´s direction.
Dudley's mouth fell open in horror, but Harry's heart gave a leap. Every year on Dudley's birthday, his parents took him and a friend out for the day, to adventure parks, hamburger restaurants, or the movies. Every year, Harry and Jamie were left behind with Mrs. Figg, a mad old lady who lived two streets away. They hated it there. The whole house smelled of cabbage and Mrs. Figg made him look at photographs of all the cats she'd ever owned.
"Did she just not bother with you?" Remus asked Jamie and she nodded.
"Now what?" said Aunt Petunia, looking furiously at Jamie as though she´d planned this. Harry knew he ought to feel sorry that Mrs. Figg had broken her leg, but it wasn't easy when he reminded himself it would be a whole year before he had to look at Tibbles, Snowy, Mr. Paws, and Tufty again.
"That´s not very nice Harry." Said Lily while at the same time Sirius and James said, "That a boy, Harry." Lily gave them a disapproving look and Harry just smiled.
"We could phone Marge," Uncle Vernon suggested.
"Don't be silly, Vernon, she hates them." The Dursleys often spoke about Harry and Jamie like this, as though the weren't there — or rather, as though they were something very nasty that couldn't understand them, like a slug.
"That would be kind of cool. Can you imagine the things we could do. Like a fly on the wall." Commented Fred. The Marauders laughed at him while Jamie smirked. "What are you smirking about?" George asked her. "I can already do that. Or, something like that. It´s not as good as a fly on the wall but, it is pretty cool." She replied. "What do you mean?" Asked James. Suddenly, instead of Jamie sitting on Sirius´ lap, there was a small lion cub. James fell off the arm of the chair in shock, Lily and Hermione said "Aww" and everyone else seemed to have a mixture of shocked and impressed expressions. Harry and Ron on the other hand, were smiling. They already knew. So did Hermione but, she still thought the cub was very cute and it got her everytime. Jamie changed back and was hounded by loads of questions. "How did you do that?", "Why didn´t you tell us?", "When did you do it?". In the end she just told them all to shut up. "I´m an animagus, I learnt how do do it in third year after about two months and I didn´t tell you because I dread to think what you would ask me to do." She answered Lily, the marauders and the twins. In that order. "Cool." The twins said in unison and Lily went back to the book.
"What about what's-her-name, your friend — Yvonne?"
"On vacation in Majorca," snapped Aunt Petunia.
"You could just leave me here," Harry put in hopefully (he'd be able to watch what he wanted on television for a change and maybe even have a go on Dudley's computer). Aunt Petunia looked as though she'd just swallowed a lemon.
"And come back and find the house in ruins?" she snarled. "I won't blow up the house," said Harry. "I´m not promissing anything." Countered Jame, but they weren't listening.
"Okay, I stand corrected. I don´t like you." James said to Jamie, who´s face fell. "I love you." He continued and she returned his wide smile.
"I suppose we could take him to the zoo," said Aunt Petunia slowly, "… and leave him in the car…"
"What is he, a dog?" Asked Lily. "What´s wrong with dogs?" Asked Jamie and Sirius at the same time. "Nothing, I just don´t want him to be compared to one." Answered Lily, while the marauders glanced at Jamie, wondering if she knew thier secret.
"That car's new, they´re not sitting in it alone, knowing her, she probably will blow it up…" Jamie smirked.
Dudley began to cry loudly. In fact, he wasn't really crying — it had been years since he'd really cried — but he knew that if he screwed up his face and wailed, his mother would give him anything he wanted.
Everyone laughed. "I can´t believe she actually called him that." Exclaimed James. "That not even the worst one." Replied Harry through his laughs./
don't cry, Mummy won't let him spoil your special day!" she cried, flinging her arms around him.
"I… don't… want… them… t-t-to come!" Dudley yelled between huge, pretend sobs. "They always sp-spoil everything!" He shot Harry a nasty grin through the gap in his mother's arms. Jamie looked about ready to smack him. Just then, the doorbell rang — "Oh, good Lord, they're here!" said Aunt Petunia frantically — and a moment later, Dudley's best friend, Piers Polkiss, walked in with his mother.
Piers was a scrawny boy with a face like a rat. He was usually the one who held people's arms behind their backs while Dudley hit them. Dudley stopped pretending to cry at once.
Half an hour later, Harry, who couldn't believe his luck, was sitting in the back of the Dursleys' car with Jamie, Piers and Dudley, on the way to the zoo for the first time in his life. His aunt and uncle hadn't been able to think of anything else to do with him, but before they'd left, Uncle Vernon had taken Harry and aside.
"I'm warning you," he had said, putting his large purple face right up close to Jamie´s, she didn´t even flinch, "I'm warning you now, both of you — any funny business, anything at all — and you'll be in that cupboard from now until Christmas."
"I'm not going to do anything," said Harry, "honestly…"
But Uncle Vernon didn't believe him. No one ever did. The problem was, strange things often happened around Harry and Jamie and it was just no good telling the Dursleys they didn't make them happen.
Once, Aunt Petunia, tired of Harry coming back from the barbers looking as though he hadn't been at all, had taken a pair of kitchen scissors and cut his hair so short he was almost bald except for his bangs, which she left "to hide that horrible scar." Dudley had laughed himself silly at Harry, who spent a sleepless night imagining school the next day, where he was already laughed at for his baggy clothes and taped glasses. Next morning, however, he had gotten up to find his hair exactly as it had been before Aunt Petunia had sheared it off.
"Of course. You can´t beat the Potter hair that easily." Said James and Jamie at the sames time, causing Lily to go wide eyed. "Oh, good Godric, there´s two of them." She said, causing everyone to laugh and the two in question to glare playfully.
He had been given a week in his cupboard for this, even though he had tried to explain that he couldn't explain how it had grown back so quickly.
/"They punished you for that," Lily said, temper rising again. "But it was accidental magic… Petunia would know…"
"Exactly," Harry said bitterly.
"Hm," Remus sighed crossing his arms, he didn't like being right this time./
Another time, Aunt Petunia had been trying to force him into a revolting old sweater of Dudley's (brown with orange puff balls). Jamie was lauhing the whole time. The harder she tried to pull it over his head, the smaller it seemed to become, until finally it might have fitted a hand puppet, but certainly wouldn't fit Harry.
Aunt Petunia had decided it must have shrunk in the wash and, to his great relief, Harry wasn't punished. Jamie was, however, when Petunia tried to force her into one of her old dressed and she ripped it to shreads with her bare hands.
Everybody looked at Jamie, some smiling, some looking a little scared. "NO wonder their scared of you." Commented Remus. Jamie just shrugged.
On the other hand, he'd gotten into terrible trouble for being found on the roof of the school kitchens. Dudley's gang had been chasing him as usual when, as much to Harry's surprise as anyone else's, there he was sitting on the chimney.
Everyone laughed at this.
The Dursleys had received a very angry letter from Harry's headmistress telling them Harry had been climbing school buildings. But all he'd tried to do (as he shouted at Uncle Vernon through the locked door of his cupboard) was jump behind the big trashcans outside the kitchen doors. Harry supposed that the wind must have caught him in mid-jump.
/"Not a very clever excuse there, Harry," Sirius teased.
"Give me a break, I was like nine years old," Harry said.
"I'd perfected the art of lying by then," Sirius said proudly.
"Right, Padfoot you're the worst liar I know," Remus said with James laughing in agreement. "Jamie had perfected it though, not even I could tell whether she was lying or not." Harry proclaimed and Jamie smiled./
Strange things often happened around Jamie as well but, she passed it off by saying she was ´just that awesome´.
Everyone laughed again.
She had once turned a ghastly dress that Petunia had given her to wear into a ripped, black one with buckles all over it. She was punished for 2 weeks. She had also blown up the fridge. That got her a month and they learnt not to make her too angry after that. But today, nothing was going to go wrong. It was even worth being with Dudley and Piers to be spending the day somewhere that wasn't school, his cupboard, or Mrs. Figg's cabbage-smelling living room.
While he drove, Uncle Vernon complained to Aunt Petunia. He liked to complain about things: people at work, Harry, the council, Jamie, the bank, Harry and Jamie were just a few of his favorite subjects. This morning, it was motorcycles. "…roaring along like maniacs, the young hoodlums," he said, as a motorcycle overtook them.
"I had a dream about a motorcycle," said Harry, remembering suddenly. "It was flying."
"Not a smart move Harry, it looks like you got you father's brains," Remus said.