Please don't kill me. I know I've been gone for months but I have an excuse! ...No I don't. But anyway, please don't kill me!

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Okay, the last chapter did not go as planned. It was just going to be Harry, bit of Marauder mayhem, throw in some Lily tantrums, and there was the planned Chapter Four. But instead, my fingers began to type something else out. I did not expect my 'original' chapter to turn into... that random thing.

And no, before anyone asks, the red-head he saw in Chapter Three wasn't Ginny, it was Lily.

So, I shall stop the awfully, dreadfully, horribly long Author's Note and let the chapter... Begin!

Harry couldn't concentrate.

Knowing that Ginny was in a different time, lost, confused and very possibly in danger was not the reason why. Okay, maybe that was part of the reason. Okay, that was the whole reason.

"Earth to Jameson!" Sirius called, before pushing Harry into the wall casually when he received no reply. "What's with the space-gazing?"

"Nothing," Harry mumbled, as he checked his new timetable, and finding he had Transfiguration next. He inwardly snorted. He had seen Professor McGonagall and wasn't surprised to see she had not changed.

"What'ya smirking at?" Sirius asked, who recovered from the push. Harry casually pushed him.

"Just that it seems like we have Transfiguration every day..." Harry said thoughtfully. Sirius snorted.

"You've only been here for three days! And besides, it's probably that NumberOneNarcissist loser," he said knowingly.

"...Who's that?" Harry asked wearily, not even sure if he wanted to know.

"I heard she's some dumb-ass loser who sits all day with her laptop and achieves naught. She probably forgot everything she wrote about this story in the months she was gone. She can't even spell Padfoot right!"

At that moment, Sirius fell to the ground, struck by someone only he could see. He gazed up fearfully into the eyes of... The lazy author.

"Don't insult me behind my back," she scowled, before skipping off.

Harry stared at Sirius, then shook his head and gave up, striding in the direction of the Transfiguration. Although he would have given anything to see Sirius previously, this young, Hogwarts-Sirius was just different. Even more immature, for one.

Sirius rushed into the dorm. James, Remus and Peter were sitting on his bed, looking as formal as they could whilst surrounded by unwashed socks, dirty clothes and hair magazines. Remus was grumbling slightly about missing Transfiguration, but made no real complaint. Peter was reading one of Sirius' magazines.

"You're late," James said seriously. Remus rolled his eyes, and Peter glanced nervously from James to Sirius, as though watching a game of tennis.

"You were the one who told me to take him part-way to Transfiguration," he replied irritably, pouting like a three-year-old. James shrugged, with a slight smirk, as he made room for Sirius on the bed.

And the so-called meeting began.

"Mr Black thinks that Mr Jameson is... guilty," Sirius commented.

"Mr Pettigrew agrees!"

"Mr Potter thinks Mr Black is correct. Mr Potter would also like to add that he has, for once, decided not to be lazy, and has set up many tests and has evidence," James said smugly, nodding towards Sirius' direction.

"Mr Pettigrew agrees!"

"Mr Lupin would like to know why Mr Black and Mr Potter are think Mr Jameson is hiding something," Remus said wearily, rubbing his temples slowly.

"Mr Black would like to point out that Mr Jameson has only been in school for three days, yet seems to know all the passageways, all the trick staircases, all the moving staircase, and all the fake doors. Mr Black has also noticed that Mr Jameson happens to give all the secret passageways a knowing look."

"Mr Pettigrew agrees!"

"Mr Potter would also like to add that Mr Jameson seems to know all of the Marauder nicknames, and is not even slightly confused. Mr Potter would also like to point out that people who have known them for almost six years seem to get confused, whilst Mr Jameson seems to know all of these nicknames."

"Mr Pettigrew agrees!"

"Mr Lupin would like Mr Pettigrew to stop agreeing, and contribute if he has anything to say, other than 'I agree' "

"Mr Black agrees."

"As does Mr Potter."

"Mr Lupin thinks that Messrs Black and Potter's evidence happens to be a little shaky, and not all together reliable. However, Mr Lupin also agrees that something is fishy, and it is not Mr Black's socks."

"Mr Black would like Mr Lupin to keep socks out of this."

"Mr Lupin obliges."

"Mr Potter wonders why Mr Black insisted on everyone using surnames in meetings in the first place."

"Mr Lupin thinks that is a wonderful question."

"Mr Black would like everyone to stop bullying him, and wonders when Mr Potter will conclude the meeting."

"Mr Potter would like Mr Black to know that Mr Potter does not appreciate being told what to so, and would like to point out that not everyone obeys his every wish and command like Mr Pettigrew does.

"Mr Lupin would like to say that this meeting is starting to become extremely irrelevant, and agrees with Mr Black's comment on the meeting being concluded."

James scowled, throwing dirty looks at both Remus and Sirius, before banging on the bedside table moodily with a toy balloon hammer. "Meeting concluded."

In the first day she arrived, Ginny's... transferal... was already classed as a chaotic failure.

Guess why. Go on, guess! Want me to tell you why? I'll tell you why.

She was in the same fucking class as You-Know-Who.

It would be alright if she was Harry. He'd probably take it, all cool and calm. But this was Ginny. And the guy who almost murdered her, and made her kill god-knows-how-many people.

So she did what anyone would do in her situation.

-FLASHBACK-

She slumped into the classroom, eyes still half-closed, her hair a mess and her body screaming for sleep. The class stared at her, and she cursed herself silently. In this time, 1938, people weren't used to such... boyish, unladylike manner, which had become everyday fashion with many girls back home.

The teacher, Professor Jasterne, beckoned her closer nervously.

"You c-can sit next t-to... um... Mr Riddle," she mumbled, refusing to look anyone in the eye as she pointed vaguely near the window. Ginny's eyes searched for the empty seat before she saw the only one.

Next to someone she recognised as Tom Marvolo Riddle.

She screamed. Professor Jasterne looked up, startled, and tried to place her hands on Ginny's shoulders. Ginny flinched, moving away as she attempted to push the teacher away. All sense flew out of her mind as she refused to stop screaming, pushing and punching anyone who tried to hold her.

Then she fainted.

-End of Flashback-

And now it was morning. And she was going to have to get up. With a loud sigh and much grumbling, she thought about dragging herself out of bed... And that's when she realized where she was.

The Hospital Wing.

She groaned. That was the last thing she needed! To be stuck in a massive room, surrounded by white and nothing to entertain herself with. Worst of all, she couldn't ask Headmaster Dippet to move her to another class.

She tried to sit up, but searing hot pain shot through her head, right to her shoulders, as though someone had electrocuted her brain cells. Not that she had too many, she thought wistfully, thinking of the test she failed.

Wait. She was getting distracted. Why was her head hurting? This wasn't a migraine...

She attempted to sit up, but was pushed down gently. Ginny obliged, pulling a face.

"You won't be walking around anytime soon," said an unfamiliar voice sympathetically. Her head swam with pain, and when her eyes cleared, a kindly face came into view.

"You've got a bad concussion there, but nothing too serious. A few minor fractures too. But you'll be out and about by tomorrow, hopefully. It's healing beautifully, thanks to the new medicine we recently got in," she nattered happily. "Could do with a bit of sugar though, that Skele-grow," she added, pulling a face.

Ginny laughed. "I've still got the taste in my mouth – not nice," she admitted. "But I'm glad I was asleep then; who knows the fuss I'd have kicked up if I was told to drink that poison!"

The girl was rather short, and looked around Ginny's age. She had flowing black hair and grey eyes. Ginny stared into her eyes, envious.

"Hey, what's your name?" she asked curiously.

"Katherine," she replied with a sweet smile. "I'm Madame Hawthorne's apprentice."

"Really?" Ginny asked, interested. She attempted to sit up again, but, yet again, fell victim to the pain and gave up, instead decided to dedicate her little energy on talking to Katherine. "How old are you? You look around sixteen...?"

Katherine gave her a strange look.

"I'm twenty-four."

Ginny stared, then mentally gave up.

How on Earth was she supposed to get used to 1930s?!

Okay, I tried to make this chapter longer, because I usually do only 1000 words per chapter, and I wanted to go for something a bit longer this time. Not that 1750 words is much bigger than 1000 words. Still, it sounds a bit bigger, right? Right?

Exactly 1750.

Anyway, the next chapter will, hopefully, be 2000+

Fingers crossed people!

Anyway, I'm really running out of ideas, so if you have a short scene that you would like in the story, I would love it if you sent it. PLEASE?!

Okay, don't forget to review! Seriously...

And also: A question. What do you think I should do with Katherine? (Don't worry, Ginny's going to shorten it to Kathy) Should Kathy be her best friend, should Kathy be the one who gives Ginny advice, should Kathy follow Ginny home by accident, should Kathy betray Ginny, should Kathy just be forgotten and only be brought up in the Hospital Wing for short conversations, should I replace Kathy's name with a pronoun for once?

Anyway, review your ideas to me!

Love,

NumberOneNarcissist

Over and out.

(Bye)