Catching Time

Summary: What do you do when you are bored? Go on an ADVENTURE! At least that what Elizabeth "Phoenix" would do. The stress of her modern world and of rebuilding the Wizarding World has finally gotten to her, and she plans to go back to the Marauders time. Anyways, what's a little bit of fun and jokes in company of friends? It's not all fun and jokes when she lands in the wrong time…stuck with a future bloody Dark Lord, and a Prophecy hanging over you. Seventh year is much harder than what they tell you.

Rating: T for later chapters…

Pairings: TR/OC

Disclaimer: I sadly do not own Harry Potter, but I do own Elizabeth, my character!

Note from 2012 Revamp: I do realize that I've been vastly negligent on this story. For a while, I just simply lost my muse for the story. THEN, I was hit by the slash fandom and swallowed up by it. So there went most of my motivation for strictly het stories. But now I'm back! Out of (somewhat misplaced) loyalty to my readers, I've decided to give it another go (now that I'm a proper uni student).

Please read the new material before going on to the other chapters; even the first chapter has not escaped me!

STORY OVERHAUL- MAY 2012

Chapter one - Unnerving Peace

Elizabeth rubbed her eyes from tiredness.

She would have to stop these midnight reading marathons. Or else her grades would suffer…and eventually they would revoke her Head Girl status.

And there she went with her negativity that still plagued her from the war.

Another wrenched snore came from next door, the Head Boy, Alex. Formally known as Elizabeth's boyfriend before that idiot set eyes on the bimbo, which had to be blonde, cheated on her.

She remembered that day. It was so painful and heart-wrenching to find him with the wretch in a broom cupboard late one night after dinner. She would have never thought that he would go for that kind of girl. Well, she never would have thought he would have cheated on her.

After getting over her shock, she took away twenty points from Hufflepuff, and almost snarled for the girl to get the hell out of there. This was surprising, since she had never done anything like that.

Elizabeth turned to the trembling, at the time, Prefect. He tried to apologize and give excuses.

One could say that her ex-boyfriend went to the hospital wing. One could also say that she had noticeably shaky hands (due to her recent shock) and couldn't be blamed for accidentally twitching her wand just so, and caused his mostly unconscious person to crash against the entryway of the hospital wing.

And while depositing him rather roughly on a bed, half-way falling off, the girl claimed that "a Slytherin passing by had cursed and jinxed him" to his condition. When, in fact, she had inflicted the boils, rashes, burns, gashes, tentacles, and scratches on his face (caused by flapping bogies) that were her revenge.

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, so went the common muggle saying. And to this day, he still had the few scars Madam Pomfrey wasn't able to cure or vanish. Elizabeth did take twisted pleasure in staring pointedly at the scars from time to time. It was worth looking at his hated face just to see him squirm in discomfort.

Elizabeth laughed quietly at the memory. I must really be crazy if I laugh in a deserted room by myself, she thought.

She was bored silly with her current life. Nothing was exciting, if she put it that way. After years of experiencing the Potter brand of mayhem, as she nicknamed it, normality felt overrated. The Head Girl had become used to living in an era of war, where threats followed her since her own second year and Harry's fourth year.

She had first entered Hogwarts as a transfer from Beauxbatons to enter her second year and was sorted into Gryffindor. Elizabeth soon found friends in her own year, and, surprisingly enough, two years above her, with Neville Longbottom. Elizabeth had crashed into the stocky fourth year in the library's herbology section while looking for a book to help her on her assigned essay. Neville hesitantly offered to help her and they struck up a strong friendship. A strange one though. One that consisted of the rather skinny spectacled second year that was slightly reminiscent of Hermione and the less confident fourth year. And when Neville gathered up his courage, with much prodding from Elizabeth, the highly well-known Golden Trio became the Golden Quintet. As Harry became the main source of suspicion during the first part of the Triwizard Tournament, Elizabeth summoned her legendary stubbornness and stood resolutely with the Fourth Champion.

The rest, they say, was history, as Elizabeth remained with the group through their trials and tribulations.

Umbridge? She was there and often set off dungbombs in class. Not that the toad ever caught her; she was too sneaky for the horrible ministry flunky. The girl wasn't one for explosively causing spectacles in class (as Harry was prone to do). Instead, she stayed in the shadows in nudged a rebellion in her class.

Dumbledore's Army? Elizabeth was one proud member. She gleefully participated in the club due to her particular love for Defense and special hate for the toad.

The Department of Mysteries? Sadly enough, she had witnessed Harry's godfather fall into the veil. However, in the scuffle that followed, Elizabeth was knocked out by a stray spell and woke up in the hospital wing.

Elizabeth thought back to the present and forcefully tried not to think about the years that followed the DOM fiasco.

Routine was fine with her but couldn't she just have a tiny bit of adventure? If she didn't get any soon, would soon suffocate of boredom. And it didn't help that her ex-boyfriend was following her around. Stalking is more like it, what he did to try to apologize. She tiptoed quietly around her bed to her desk and slowly pulled a drawer out.

Elizabeth remembered after that fateful night in January back last year, her 6th year, she had fallen into a depression. Books became her only companion and the rest of her friends, including Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Neville, who returned after the war to finish their schooling, Ginny, Luna, Ivy, Winter, and Angela, got extremely worried as she became anti-social, and went around Hogwarts with her nose stuck in her book all day.

Well, being around that many books she definitely learned some things that were very handy. In one she learned the spell to make Muggle electronics work in Hogwarts, Fabrica evigilo. Sometime after, she found a few spells to make things advance to the way they will be, say, in the next twenty years. Unfortunately, one just made the device yellowed and cracked across the screen with cobwebs around her eyes at the speeded up aging of her muggle electronics, she thought with a tremor, the consequences if a Death Eater tried it on someone.

And that made her think about the Final Battle. Where she had been captured by the Death Eaters and could not escape her bonds to help the fighters. How she had nearly seen Gary, her boyfriend, decapitated by a stray spell. She had seen what damage it did to the Death Eater creeping behind him.

No, she couldn't deny it. She still had feelings for the Head Boy. No matter how many times she had called him names, sneering at his apparently sorrowful nature, the pain grew worse. But she still couldn't just forget how he caused her pain. Elizabeth had to summon up her famous determination and just forget these feelings he caused her-

Elizabeth caught sight of her clock.

"Holy mother of Morgana! I'm going to be so sleepy tomorrow-"

She cut off her rant to herself in realization of the sudden silence next door. The slumbering boy, or not so much boy as he was already seventeen, nearly eighteen, had stopped his snores.

Cursing herself at her inability to be quiet, she placed her muggle electronics in her desk and silently padded toward her bed.

Settling herself in bed, it was nearly half past one in the morning. Elizabeth removed her square glasses and placed them on her nightstand. She pulled the sheets up to her chin and laid her hands on top. It was with moderately blurry vision that she peered around the unusually large room that belonged to her and past Head Girls and then she wished for some excitement.

Then she quickly amended her wish,

Well not so much…I've got enough!

Then after arguing with herself in bed, she settled for one thing.

"Well, whoever is out there, god or goddess, I wish for Adventure!" she whispered into the lightening dawn.

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Authors Note (2012): There are some changes to this first chapter. Also added were some NEW plot and important background info. I shudder at how it was before. So, I hope you like the new version.

Over the years, I have realized that my character almost painfully fits the profile of a Mary Sue. I guess nearly any main original character you insert into a story looks like a Mary Sue/Gary Stu. I almost renamed her ex "Gary" but stopped myself.

I've tried to insert more into her character so that she isn't just one-dimensional, super-Mary Sue or something. So hopefully it lives up to your expectations.

Sorry for the short chapter again; I'm following my original outline and the next chapter revamp should be long-ish.

Comments; they feed my muse.

lyssy31