Everything We Had by FallInLoveTonight

Chapter Two: A Long Way from Home

Bailey couldn’t believe it. They were really back in time. She sent a glare over at Callie. This was her fault. If she had kept her hands to herself they wouldn’t have been in this mess. They would have been in their time sure they would have been punished in their time, but it would have been better than this.

“Yeah, right, we did not travel back in time.” Callie rolled her eyes laughing.

“Yes we did!” Bailey insisted. “Am I the only one to notice the once ugly bird?” She asked pointing to Fawkes whose plumage was a fiery crimson.

“That’s a phoenix, Sweets, they get ugly and then pretty. It’s normal, don’t worry.” She said talking to her like she was a child.

“I’m aware of what kind of bird it is! I’m not a child. But it takes longer than three minutes for a phoenix to rise like that, it takes years. I figured you’d know that.”

“What’s your problem?” Callie asked, but Bailey shook her head and stalked out of the room. Bailey ran down the stairs and quickly entered the corridor. She began to roam the castle, trying to figure out whom to go to, with no luck. Anyone she could find that would help her would think she was crazy. Dumbledore may not, but she didn’t know where to find him.

Dramatically she slid down the cool stone wall in frustration. How was she going to get home? It was useless. She was going to be stuck here forever. She’d never talk to Caden again. That’s who she was going to miss the most. She could talk to him about anything. She’d met him in her fifth year, when the Tri-wizard Tournament had been held at Hogwarts.

“God, why couldn’t I have just let Draco walk me to class?” She asked as a tear rolled down her cheek. She was sure glad class was in session. She hated to cry in front of people. As if God had reached down a slapped her, the bell rang, signaling every door to open and students to pour out of the classrooms. Bailey quickly sniffed and wiped her eyes. No crying. She reminded herself. None. Bailey quickly got up looking around. Behind her she saw Callie racing towards her. Quickly she turned around and began to walk off, although she didn’t get too far because she ran right smack dab into a pair of grey eyes.

“Hey, you alright?” He asked as he held onto her shoulders to help her keep her balance. Taking one last look behind her, and seeing no Callie she turned back around. “You okay?” He repeated.

“I’m fine.” She said pushing his hands away and continuing to walk down the hall.

*

Callie made her way through the crowd; she had been looking for Bailey for an hour and a half. She had tried everywhere. The classrooms, the grounds, Great Hall, hell even the dungeons. She was ready to give up.

“That girl has problems, I swear. One minute she’s fine, the next minute she’s blowing you off. God, what a bitch.” She muttered, as she walked. She walked by a bathroom and realized that she had to pee an hour ago. Quickly she raced inside and did her business. When she exited the stall, she jumped a bit. Bailey stood in front of her, a newspaper in hand. “God, they should really put a bell around your neck.” She told her as she went over to the sink to wash her hands.

“Believe me now?” Bailey asked, throwing the newspaper at her. Callie dried her hands as she looked at the paper, her eyes widened as she saw the date: November 20, 1976.

“Yeah, right, trick paper. I’ve seen these at Zonkos.” Callie rolled her eyes.

“No! Why do you think you didn’t recognize anyone in the corridors? Why do you think not one of your friends called you over to walk with them? That’s because they don’t exist now!” She screamed.

“You’re one of those people who believe in little green men and-“

“Shut up! You can’t even own up to your mistakes, can you?!”

“My mistakes? What the hell does that mean?”

“You’re the one who got us into this! If you wouldn’t have played with those things in Dumbledore’s office we wouldn’t be here!”

“You never told me not to!”

“I did! I told you to put it down. You know what? Forget it. Find your own way home. It’s not like you’ve ever been civil towards me.” Bailey spat as she began to walk away.

“What?” Callie asked. “I’ve never even spoken to you until today.”

“Of course you wouldn’t remember. The bullies never remember the ones they bully, or the ones who call their boyfriends fake.”

“Oh! That was you?” Callie laughed. “Wow, you got a face transplant or something! And yeah, now I know, your boyfriend is real. From experience and all, you know.” Callie smiled. Bailey’s face drained of all color. She set her jaw as she turned around again and walked out of the bathroom, begging the tears that threatened to fall to stay where they were.

“Where are you going?” Callie chimed cheerfully. Bailey shook her head and shot her a bird on the way out.

*

Bailey was hungry, very hungry. She had skipped lunch, fearing it wouldn’t agree with her and she’d lose it. But now her stomach growled with pain. Dinner had started ten minutes ago. Sighing, Bailey picked herself up off the ground, where she had sat for the past five hours mulling over how she would break it off with Caden when she got home – if she got home that is.

The Great Hall was crowded; that made Bailey nervous. Sighing she began to walk over to the Slytherin table when she heard a familiar laugh. Callie was seated in the center of the table-wearing a Slytherin robe (where the hell did she get that) and laughing amicably with the other Slytherins. Shaking her head she looked around, almost at once her eyes landed on the boy who she ran into earlier. He was laughing and joking with a group of boys. His eyes shined.

He seemed concerned earlier today. But would he be now? Only one way to find out. She reasoned with herself. On shaky legs Bailey walked over to him. As she grew closer, she grew more nervous. Before she noticed she had already tapped him on the shoulder and he had already turned around. No turning back now.

“D-do you mind if I sit here?” She said barely above a whisper.

“A Slytherin wants to sit here?” A boy with messy brown hair asked with a laugh.

“Shut up, James.” He threw James a glare.

“Please. I really don’t want to sit over there. Just because I’m in Slytherin doesn’t mean I want to be.” She said closing her eyes again. That wasn’t the complete truth. She didn’t care which house she was in, as long as she got out of school alive. But the boy gave her a sympathetic look.

“Peter, move. “ He told the boy beside him, and the boy made a sound like a small animal and moved. Bailey gratefully took the seat.

“Thanks.” She said.

“No problem.” He smiled. “I’m Sirius Black.”