theories and plots 2: the sequel

Hogwarts library, later that day

A boy sat in the Hogwarts library in the night time burning the midnight oil. He sat in the middle of several mountains of books, scowling, while reading three of them simultaneously. His eyes seemed to rush back and forth between the books, madly, while he occasionally jotted down some facts into a parchment with his quill.

"hey Harry!"

"AGH! " the boy was snapped out of his stupor, due to, suddenly being startled and turned around, to see a bushy haired girl smiling victoriously. He suddenly heard several higher years shushing him simultaneously causing him to scowl at the girl.

The girl's face suddenly adopted mock sternness:"shh! Harry! This is a library. Keep your voice down! "

I gave her a face and replied:"very amusing."

The girl snickered barely containing her laughter.

"don't look so smug. I did it better!" I replid. Then with a huge sigh, I, went back into my mountain of madness.

"so-" Hermione started picking up one of my books and rustling through the pages. "-you seem busy."

I smiled sarcastically and replied:"well, as we all know, snape is known throughout the lands, for his leniency towards his students. So as I soon as I return to class, I am expected to give him, TWO days worth of homework. And also-" my eyes went to a thick, ancient looking, book, sitting ominously, at the corner of my table:"-i have a few.... personal, projects of my own. "

Hermione sighed at me with pity.

I scowled at my mountain of work:"I mean, gimme a break! I was stuck in the hospital wing all day because of my.... " I bit my tongue before I could complete that sentence. dammit! I can't tell her why.

"...because of your constipation." Hermione completed for me.

I groaned inwardly. Right. Ravenclaws aren't the only ones who know that. I looked at her and rolled my eyes:"yeah, yeah, Ha ha. Really funny-"

"Harry there's nothing funny about that. Constipation is an actual, medical, condition." Hermione said to me sternly causing me to smile in relief. :"I am not going to

give you... CRAP about that."

...

"really?"

I asked raising an eyebrow, causing Hermione to burst into giggles.:"I am so sorry, haaahahahaha, it was- it was right there!"

I sighed and replied:"but you seriously won't even use the word 'shit'?"

Hermione suddenly turned stern all of her earlier childishness vanishing from her voice :"your friend having a hilarious medical condition, is still not a good enough reason, to use the 's'-word!"

I rolled my eyes and asked:"so any luck in making friends?"

She suddenly smiled:"maybe!"

I myself smiled curiously at that:"oh? Do pray tell who this mysterious friend of yours is? "

Hermione replied enthusiastically :"I mean, I would not exactly call us friends. But uh.... Well there was this incident today at the flying class."

My smile suddenly dimmed by a factor.

"you see, we had joint classes with slytherines. And there was this jerk called Draco malfoy. He came up to me and called me a Uhhh... Mudblood or something!" a flash of anger burned through me. I clenched my fists but kept silent. I had to know about this story.

"he called some names while madam hooch was gone and then he stole my wand." I scowled at that but still said nothing.

"I got really sad but then... Neville longbottom came there." my eyes suddenly widened. No no no no no. She continued enthusiastically :"he asked malfoy to give the wand back. But he didn't. Malfoy then got on his broom and challenged him to come and get it." no no no no no!

"It was so cool!! Neville took his broom and rushed at him. He did some cool stuff with his broom and then got my wand back. " she finished a wide smile fitting her face.

I asked my heart beating wildly:"so Neville was good at Broomsmanship??"

Hermione shrugged:"I mean, he IS Neville longbottom. He had started training in magic arts, before he was done suckling his thumbs. I have heard rumors that even professor Mcgonall was impressed by his flying and offered him some position in the gryffindor quiditch team or something."

My heart sunk further. "s-so you guys are friends now?" I asked still smiling.

'I...don't know! But in exchange for helping me, I am helping them. In doing magic and in classes, I do my best to help them' Hermione's words from yesterday, echoed through my mind, as I sat in the great Hall, the next day.

As I was munching on the breakfast toast, A million thoughts ran through my mind. This was a cannon event! This was the event of Neville losing his remembrall and cannon Harry helping him get it back. Except here in Neville's place was Hermione. In the remembrall's place was Hermione's wand. And in cannon Harry's place was the current boy who lived, Neville longbottom.

I ignored Ron being friends with Neville as pure coincidence. But this was no longer a coincidence anymore. The timeline was FORCING itself to be cannon! I remembered a theory about time from my past life. That time was like a river. sometimes there might be certain changes in this river, but the flow of the river of time forces these changes to go back to their original position.

That is exactly what was happening here. Time itself wanted to happen. So it's forcing certain events to transpire in a way, that it does.

It wasn't just about quiditch position. Time was rearranging in such a way that the golden trio's creation is a certainty. If things went in the direction it is going now, then, Hermione will start to get more and more involved in the matters of the child of prophecy resulting in the formation of the infamous golden trio.

Of course, THAT in and itself was not a concern to me. What WAS a concern to me was this time tampering itself. To what extent can time tamper with reality? Does this tampering include me? Was I immune to it or am I also just another cog in the machinations of the prophecy? A million thoughts raced through my mind.

"hey, you all right buddy?" Michael suddenly said interrupting me from my train of thoughts. I snapped out of it.

I sighed. All these questions were valid. But wasting time thinking about unanswerable questions was useless. In due time maybe I will find the answers to them. Maybe I won't. But there was no point in frying my brain thinking about it now. I smiled:"I am fine Michael."

I suddenly turned around. I saw a tawny, brown, Hogwarts standard issue, owl flying towards the slytherine table without a letter.

'In times like these when, faced with impossible obstacles, the only thing we CAN do....'

The bird stopped flying right above Draco Malfoy, who was preoccupied, talking to his mentally stunted goons. The bird then squirted a poop right on his forehead, causing him to stop, and slowly look up in disgust.

"YOU FUCKING BIRD! I WILL KILL YOU. I. WILL. KILL. YOU. "

he ran after the bird screaming bloody murder while I chuckled. Maybe I was being too petty! But...

'in times like these when faced with impossible obstacles, the only thing we CAN do... Is Enjoy the little things'