Que Sera Sera

Chapter Ten

The information of Ron's death came as a heavy blow to the school. Many students removed their houses' scarves and replaced them with black replicas as a sign of respect.

Although Ron never realised it, he was well like by the students and they all knew that they would miss him dearly in time. It was difficult to forget a friend, particularly a Weasley.

The Weasleys came the next day and consoled both Ginny and Harry, who were beside themselves. Angie, Neville and Hermione began to talk a week after the incident, but they never talked about it. Whenever they were asked, they stared at the person they were talking to with the same horrified expression that Harry had seen that day.

Classes were cancelled in the week leading to Ron's funeral, which every student and teacher attended, even Snape and Malfoy, who gave a heart-wrenching speech on behalf of the students and Hermione who was choked with depression.

A week after the funeral, Angie ran into Harry's dorm one night beside herself with fear.

"Harry, Harry," she cried, sitting at the foot of Harry's bed.

Harry sat up and searched for his glasses on the bedside cabinet with his hand.

"What is it Angie, at this hour?"

"It's not me, it's Hermione," she whispered, so as not to wake anyone.

"What's wrong with her?" Harry yawned.

"I can't say, I think you should see."

Harry got out of his bed, wrapping his dressing gown around him. Grabbing his wand, he whispered 'lumos', sending a small spark of light ahead of him. The duo walked to the seventh year girls' dorm.

Inside, everything was silent.

"What's wrong?" asked Harry again, thinking he'd wasted his time.

"Shh," she hissed, motioning to her bed, "sit down and listen."

Harry sat down on Angie's bed and was joined moments later by her as she pulled the drapes closed.

"What?"

"Don't worry, just listen."

Harry had been sitting there for a good fifteen minutes and was half asleep when he heard someone talking.

"It's too late, it's too late, he's gone, I can do nothing," it said.

Remarkably, the voice sounded like Hermione's.

"It isn't?" questioned Harry.

"It is," replied Angie, every night since the funeral, I think. I thought I was dreaming, but tonight I was certain I heard it, so I came to get you."

"Okay, good idea," Harry couldn't lose another one of his friends. He was about to say something else when he heard another voice.

"I know it was you, I know it, but I just can't prove it... yet. Watch out Potter, you'll be expelled before can say Quidditch," it said.

"What?" cried Angie, "who would say that?"

"I don't know, you don't recognise them?"

"Never heard that voice in my life. Shh, she's still talking."

"Potter, you can do all you can to make it up to me, but I'll get you, I swear it."

Another voice was heard.

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," whispered the first, "just thinking."

"You sound delusional," muttered the second, who sounded sleepy. "You've been saying the same thing since you came back from the hospital wing last week. You really despise him, don't you?"

"Of course, he's made my life a misery since first year."

"Who've you hurt?" asked Angie, looking at Harry, her blue eyes shining in the dim light.

"I don't think they're talking about me."

"Well, then who are they talking about, you're the only Potter at this school."

"Haven't always been-" he started before the voices started again.

"I don't know how you can hold such a grudge, Lil'. If I were you, I would have forgiven him on the spot, James is such a nice guy, him and Sirius both," said the second voice, who had changed positions since she'd first spoken.

"You've always liked him, Jill, why don't you ask him to marry you," Lil' hissed sarcastically.

"Yeah, well he's better than Snape, please Lily, he's bad news."

"No, Jill, 'the Marauders' or whatever they call themselves are bad news. I know they're causing trouble, but I just can't prove it and I know that it's their fault that I was knocked unconscious for two weeks. I missed Christmas!"

"Yeah, I know, and they do deserve punishment, but Madam Pomfrey said that it was James that brought you to the hospital wing and that he even stayed at Hogwarts just to visit you everyday. That's kinda sweet if you ask me."

"Well, I wasn't asking you," hissed Lil', "I'm tired, I'm going to bed, g'night Jill."

"G'night Lil'," replied Jill, moving back to where she originally was.

"Who's Lily?" asked Angie, "I don't know a Lily at this school."

"I do," muttered Harry, opening the drapes.

"There's a Lily at this school?"

"Not anymore, but there was, let me show you."

Harry and Angie crept down to the common room and Harry returned to his room, picking up the diary from his bedside cabinet.

Returning to the common room, Harry saw that Angie had conjured a small fire and was warming herself near it.

"It's that diary," she said, seeing Harry walking towards her.

"It's Lily's diary," he replied, opening it up, "what's the date today?"

"January the seventh, why do you ask?"

Harry flipped through the diary to the corresponding day and began to read aloud.

"I've been trying to find anyone that knew about what happened to me to make me fall unconscious. Even Sirius and James, who know everything, claim that they have no idea about it, but I don't believe them. They were up to something that night, I heard them laughing about something and I was suspicious. That's why I was out there.

I wanted to catch them and get them expelled; they deserve it after all. Seven years of pranks ought to catch up to them, but then I have to ask about how I got into the hospital wing.

Madam Pomfrey says that James brought me in that night, but he states that he knew nothing about by whereabouts until Remus told him the next day. Either he's hiding something, or there's something strange going on.

Severus thinks I should forget about it, that James and Sirius are more slippery than any snake..."

"And so it continues," finished Harry, looking up at Angie.

"You mean to tell me," she stammered after a while, "that the girl we heard was Lily, who was at Hogwarts twenty years ago. It's not possible."

"But you heard it yourself." Harry said, re-reading the passage, something seemed off and then it clicked.

James had never brought Lily to the hospital wing, he had. The person that he found was Lily, who was the girl asleep in the wing when he saw Ron. He had interacted with them, but they knew it, nothing in the diary had changed. It reminded him of the Patronus that he created in third year saving his other self when he didn't even realise it was him.

"Time had collapsed twenty years ago," he muttered.

"What?" asked Angie, looking at him in frustration. She still couldn't comprehend the situation.

"It was always going to, otherwise Lily would have died. I think," he began, pacing the room, "that in some way, they're in a parallel time to this one and as things are happening to them, they're happening to us, but not directly. We see them or read about them, but we couldn't change it, until that incident."

"I don't understand," she whispered.

Harry then proceeded to tell her about the person he had found.

"It all makes sense," she exclaimed, finally cottoning on, "but Harry, it's all Muggle science-fiction. It can't happen in real life."

"I know," he murmured, "but it is and we can't explain it, we just have to live with it."

"Okay then Harry," said Angie, yawning deeply. "I might believe you now, but in the morning, when I'm alive, I won't believe you, you know. It's all too weird."

"I know," he repeated, closing the diary and heading towards his dorm, "g'night Angie."

"G'night Harry."