Harry Potter Magical Time Loops
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Been wanting to do THIS one for a while:
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At the Headmaster's table during the pre-semester faculty meeting, the entire staff of Hogwarts abruptly- and simultaneously- swayed in their seats.
When they had recovered and taken stock of their situation, the Headmaster's youthful voice demanded, "Okay, what the hell happened this time?"
Amid the shrugs, denials, and "hell if I know's," the Defense Against Dark Arts teacher hesitantly raised his hand. "Sorry, Harry. My bad. I broke reality pretty thoroughly this time."
Sighing, the Potions teacher asked, "What did you do THIS time, Negi?"
Sheepishly (and ignoring his inner Hollow crunching on Voldemort's soul in the back of his mind), Negi explained, "Kaguya Houraisan versus Astranagant? Bad idea." The others nodded at this bare-bones, yet sufficient explanation, though several looked rather exasperated.
"Why the hell's that phoenix white this time?" Naruto, the Professor of Charms, demanded, changing the subject.
Standing in his chair so he could look at the (torn between annoyance at Naruto's wording and amusement at Negi's actions) bird in question to confirm that it was, indeed, white, Negi hesitantly asked, "Mokou? That you?" The newly-revealed Hourai immortal nodded her currently-feathered head in confirmation. "Huh. How 'bout that. Bets that Kaguya ended up as what's-his-name, that idiot with the Stone?"
"Flamel, you mean? Possible. Could be his wife, though."
"Eirin's more likely to be Flamel, actually."
As the discussion of who had ended up as whom for this Loop continued, ten-year-old Negi found himself fervently hoping that Yggdrasil wouldn't come down on him too hard for this incident.
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Yes, everyone is still their canon ages as of their most common Loop start points. No, that hasn't stopped them from being the Hogwarts faculty. No, it won't prevent First Year Dumbledore, the Boy- errr, Man Who Lived.
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At the Headmaster's table during the pre-semester faculty meeting, the entire staff of Hogwarts abruptly- and simultaneously- swayed in their seats.
When they had recovered and taken stock of their situation, the Headmaster's youthful voice demanded, "Okay, what the hell happened this time?"
Amid the shrugs, denials, and "hell if I know's," the Defense Against Dark Arts teacher hesitantly raised his hand. "Sorry, Harry. My bad. I broke reality pretty thoroughly this time."
Sighing, the Potions teacher asked, "What did you do THIS time, Negi?"
Sheepishly (and ignoring his inner Hollow crunching on Voldemort's soul in the back of his mind), Negi explained, "Kaguya Houraisan versus Astranagant? Bad idea." The others nodded at this bare-bones, yet sufficient explanation, though several looked rather exasperated.
"Why the hell's that phoenix white this time?" Naruto, the Professor of Charms, demanded, changing the subject.
Standing in his chair so he could look at the (torn between annoyance at Naruto's wording and amusement at Negi's actions) bird in question to confirm that it was, indeed, white, Negi hesitantly asked, "Mokou? That you?" The newly-revealed Hourai immortal nodded her currently-feathered head in confirmation. "Huh. How 'bout that. Bets that Kaguya ended up as what's-his-name, that idiot with the Stone?"
"Flamel, you mean? Possible. Could be his wife, though."
"Eirin's more likely to be Flamel, actually."
As the discussion of who had ended up as whom for this Loop continued, ten-year-old Negi found himself fervently hoping that Yggdrasil wouldn't come down on him too hard for this incident.
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Yes, everyone is still their canon ages as of their most common Loop start points. No, that hasn't stopped them from being the Hogwarts faculty. No, it won't prevent First Year Dumbledore, the Boy- errr, Man Who Lived.
This was my intention. It hardly matters who was who, though; the point of this Loop is that someone screwed up so bad that they took the faculty's places with their CANON ages rather than appropriate ones; feel free to assign jobs to anyone I haven't mentioned as you see fit (or unfit, as the case may be, such as Naruto).
Incidentally, for those not familiar with Super Robot Wars, I feel that I should mention just HOW Negi screwed up. Two words: Retroactive weapons.
Incidentally, for those not familiar with Super Robot Wars, I feel that I should mention just HOW Negi screwed up. Two words: Retroactive weapons.
Am I the only one who damn well hates these stupid massive crossover loops? I come in to this section to read about Harry Potter. Not Negi Whatshisface from the series I dont give a fuck. Especially when these random characters who I dont even recognize seem to take the place of the main character of the series in question.
And while I generally enjoy crossover fics, I'm getting damn tired of being bashed over the head with them in here. These loop ficlets were generally better, longer, and funnier back before everyone jumped on the massive multiverse bandwagon.
And while I generally enjoy crossover fics, I'm getting damn tired of being bashed over the head with them in here. These loop ficlets were generally better, longer, and funnier back before everyone jumped on the massive multiverse bandwagon.
Most people don't do the mix of some pure Loops, some mixed. And since they don't want to create their own thread here for that series, they jump in and dump the main character into that universe.
Not always a bad thing, some are well done. Some just seem to be done to try and advertise the new series.
Granted, I need to spend more time on pure Ranma threads myself. But all need to work on it.
Not always a bad thing, some are well done. Some just seem to be done to try and advertise the new series.
Granted, I need to spend more time on pure Ranma threads myself. But all need to work on it.
We write what comes to mind- not my fault that so many more ideas spring from thoughts of crossovers (not necessarily good ones, though, and even if they are they aren't necessarily done well); if you don't like it, well, I'm tempted to say "too bad," but I'm not really that heartless, so I'll go with the more diplomatic "Write what you want yourself." Just keep in mind that trying to force something tends to cause a sharp drop in quality.
Personally, I generally avoid writing here, specifically, due to an already-admitted lack of familiarity with the source material; my last post was primarily because Hogwarts is generally accepted as one of the most common destinations for those who screw up royally, I tend to post to the topics most relevant to the setting of my snippets (if it's set in Bleach's world, I post to the Bleach thread, for example), and I had an idea in mind regarding "why don't they use or make retroactive weapons?"
As to single-series Loops, I have, at least, done one of those (though not exactly recently, admittedly): Ranma arriving before Jusenkyo and building a Tower of Babel replica over it. Can't recall offhand if I've done others, though.
Personally, I generally avoid writing here, specifically, due to an already-admitted lack of familiarity with the source material; my last post was primarily because Hogwarts is generally accepted as one of the most common destinations for those who screw up royally, I tend to post to the topics most relevant to the setting of my snippets (if it's set in Bleach's world, I post to the Bleach thread, for example), and I had an idea in mind regarding "why don't they use or make retroactive weapons?"
As to single-series Loops, I have, at least, done one of those (though not exactly recently, admittedly): Ranma arriving before Jusenkyo and building a Tower of Babel replica over it. Can't recall offhand if I've done others, though.
Speaking as another person who has written a few loops, I've done be one or two regular non crossover loops, but anything else aside from that one futile attempt has been single crossover, such as the Doctor helping Harry, or Team 7 and others freaking out Konoha by somehow imitating the ending to Goseiger... complete with teleporting to different spots.
No new loops in six months? No new posts in six months, for that matter?
Looks like it's a job for seitora!
Fucking with the Grail
It was Harry's Fourth year, and once again the Triwizard Tournament was occurring at Hogwarts. Currently, it was the day of the draw, and the students were beginning to eat their dinner.
After a short main course, Harry reclined back in his seat, waiting for the proceedings to start. Dumbledore didn't fail to entertain him, even if Harry had figured out after only a few Loops that most of the ritual was just pompous show. Later, after Loop Apathy had set in, he had analysed the Goblet more thoroughly, and managed to even mathematically derive the internal logic it normally used to determine Champions for schools.
Well, not that it really mattered, Harry thought to himself as he rested the heavy gaze of his eyes on the blue-white crackling flame of the Goblet. Dumbledore had seen fit to create restrictions against people under the age of 17 from putting their own name in the Cup. Not that it wasn't something Harry couldn't crack, but he wasn't interested in the lower age limit. Rather, it was the lack of an upper age limit and a certain other something he had exploited.
"And the Champion for Durmstrang will be..." Dumbledore always liked to leave the audience in anticipation by saying that line, then taking several seconds to grab the slip of paper out of the fire and open it up before finally announcing the Champion. This time, however, he paused upon opening the slip. In a low voice, so low that only those who anticipated the need to cast a charm to overhear him (Harry!) heard him state, "This can't be right."
The buzzing began among the three schools as soon as Dumbledore turned to face the other Headmaster and Headmistress, motioning them over. What was going on? Did the Goblet screw up somehow? Why was Headmaster Karkaroff turning red all of a sudden? Can anybody read lips? They seem to have warded against eavesdropping charms now. Why does British food suck so much?
A frowning Dumbledore finally came back to the Goblet. "The Goblet gave an impossible result for the Durmstrang Champion. I am afraid we will have to determine that school's champion through some other method," The students would have continued gossiping, but Dumbledore forcefully continued as the Goblet continued hissing, coughing up another piece of paper. The Headmaster grabbed it, only for his face to pale.
Where he had looked confident only a few seconds before, he was now stupefied. Motioning for Madame Maxime to come over, he handed the slip to her. Upon receipt of the paper and a quick glance at the name written on it, she started yelling at him. Unfortunately, again nobody could hear her behind the wards the three Heads had surreptiously thought to cast.
Dumbledore frantically grabbed the last piece of fire that came out of the Goblet, with the flame finally dying out, making the Goblet look like any fancy piece of drinkware. With a sigh, Dumbledore opened the final piece of paper. Showing it to Madame Maxime, who immediately backed off, appearing startled, he turned back to face the student bodies. "It would appear that the Champions of Durmstrang, Beuxbatons, and Hogwarts would be...Headmaster Karkaroff, Headmistress Maxime, and myself, Headmaster Dumbledore."
Harry just rubbed his hands together in glee. Dumbledore vs. Madame Maxime vs. Karkaroff was gonna be sweet to watch! Even if they did decide to all quit en masse and come up with a new system of determining Champions instead of actually fighting each other. He was gonna rig it again if he had to.
...if they did forfeit, though, Harry wondered, would that have made him the default winner if the fake Moody was still around to put Harry's own name into the Goblet?
Take Two
"And the Champion for Durmstrang will be..." Dumbledore was about to grab the piece of paper that was supposed to come out of the fire. What he didn't expect was for thirty-odd slips to all shoot out of the large Goblet at once.
Harry cackled quietly to himself. He had let fake Moody do his mayhem this time around, but added in a few Confounding Charms of his own to the Goblet. Like, for example, removing any limit on the number of Champions each school could have, and making everyone who entered their name into the Goblet an automatic champion. And then throwing a few extra names of people who he knew never entered their names in the Goblet anyways.
Once the Durmstrang students were cleared out, several dozen Beuxbaton students would find themselves unwitting Champions as well. From there, those from Hogwarts who had entered would be able to deduce even before the Goblet had finished firing just what the odds were that they were going to be picked as a Champion.
Harry had done it all for a single glorious reason (besides general Chaos, always a good reason!)...Battle Royale, bitches!
Looks like it's a job for seitora!
Fucking with the Grail
It was Harry's Fourth year, and once again the Triwizard Tournament was occurring at Hogwarts. Currently, it was the day of the draw, and the students were beginning to eat their dinner.
After a short main course, Harry reclined back in his seat, waiting for the proceedings to start. Dumbledore didn't fail to entertain him, even if Harry had figured out after only a few Loops that most of the ritual was just pompous show. Later, after Loop Apathy had set in, he had analysed the Goblet more thoroughly, and managed to even mathematically derive the internal logic it normally used to determine Champions for schools.
Well, not that it really mattered, Harry thought to himself as he rested the heavy gaze of his eyes on the blue-white crackling flame of the Goblet. Dumbledore had seen fit to create restrictions against people under the age of 17 from putting their own name in the Cup. Not that it wasn't something Harry couldn't crack, but he wasn't interested in the lower age limit. Rather, it was the lack of an upper age limit and a certain other something he had exploited.
"And the Champion for Durmstrang will be..." Dumbledore always liked to leave the audience in anticipation by saying that line, then taking several seconds to grab the slip of paper out of the fire and open it up before finally announcing the Champion. This time, however, he paused upon opening the slip. In a low voice, so low that only those who anticipated the need to cast a charm to overhear him (Harry!) heard him state, "This can't be right."
The buzzing began among the three schools as soon as Dumbledore turned to face the other Headmaster and Headmistress, motioning them over. What was going on? Did the Goblet screw up somehow? Why was Headmaster Karkaroff turning red all of a sudden? Can anybody read lips? They seem to have warded against eavesdropping charms now. Why does British food suck so much?
A frowning Dumbledore finally came back to the Goblet. "The Goblet gave an impossible result for the Durmstrang Champion. I am afraid we will have to determine that school's champion through some other method," The students would have continued gossiping, but Dumbledore forcefully continued as the Goblet continued hissing, coughing up another piece of paper. The Headmaster grabbed it, only for his face to pale.
Where he had looked confident only a few seconds before, he was now stupefied. Motioning for Madame Maxime to come over, he handed the slip to her. Upon receipt of the paper and a quick glance at the name written on it, she started yelling at him. Unfortunately, again nobody could hear her behind the wards the three Heads had surreptiously thought to cast.
Dumbledore frantically grabbed the last piece of fire that came out of the Goblet, with the flame finally dying out, making the Goblet look like any fancy piece of drinkware. With a sigh, Dumbledore opened the final piece of paper. Showing it to Madame Maxime, who immediately backed off, appearing startled, he turned back to face the student bodies. "It would appear that the Champions of Durmstrang, Beuxbatons, and Hogwarts would be...Headmaster Karkaroff, Headmistress Maxime, and myself, Headmaster Dumbledore."
Harry just rubbed his hands together in glee. Dumbledore vs. Madame Maxime vs. Karkaroff was gonna be sweet to watch! Even if they did decide to all quit en masse and come up with a new system of determining Champions instead of actually fighting each other. He was gonna rig it again if he had to.
...if they did forfeit, though, Harry wondered, would that have made him the default winner if the fake Moody was still around to put Harry's own name into the Goblet?
Take Two
"And the Champion for Durmstrang will be..." Dumbledore was about to grab the piece of paper that was supposed to come out of the fire. What he didn't expect was for thirty-odd slips to all shoot out of the large Goblet at once.
Harry cackled quietly to himself. He had let fake Moody do his mayhem this time around, but added in a few Confounding Charms of his own to the Goblet. Like, for example, removing any limit on the number of Champions each school could have, and making everyone who entered their name into the Goblet an automatic champion. And then throwing a few extra names of people who he knew never entered their names in the Goblet anyways.
Once the Durmstrang students were cleared out, several dozen Beuxbaton students would find themselves unwitting Champions as well. From there, those from Hogwarts who had entered would be able to deduce even before the Goblet had finished firing just what the odds were that they were going to be picked as a Champion.
Harry had done it all for a single glorious reason (besides general Chaos, always a good reason!)...Battle Royale, bitches!
Since seitora's rezzed this thread, I thought I'd add something I've been thinking up the past couple weeks.
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It was the morning of the First Task, and Harry Potter had just stepped into the Great Hall. Immediately, every eye was upon him, likely drawn to the sudden, massive change to his physique since the previous day. Gone was the short, scrawny teenager who moved as if the entire Wizarding World was atop his shoulders; what stood in the doorway was a tall, muscular looking young man who moved with confidence and purpose. Striding briskly towards his oldest friends, he sat down opposite from them and began to pile his plate with enough food to draw stunned looks from the Gryffindor students in his immediate vicinity. All this was not lost to Hermione, who chose that moment to state the obvious.
"You look different, Harry."
"I have no idea what you mean," Harry innocently replied, as he began to consume his gargantuan breakfast; the act of which had Ron staring at the amount of food on his plate.
"You look like you've gained a foot in height, probably 100 lbs of solid muscle, and you're eating enough food to make Ron jealous." the bushy brunette stated, gesturing to their mutual friend, who unsubtly wiped the drool from his chin as he looked upon the food.
"Maybe I finally hit puberty and had a growth spurt?" the Looping wizard commented between mouthfuls. The only reply he got was a condescending eyebrow raise. "Anyway, the First Task starts soon, and I'd like to finish my breakfast and get ready before it does; so we'll talk about it later, promise."
"You better" was all the bookworm said, before returning to her much more modest amount of food.
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Time passed, and it was almost time for Harry to go up against the Horntail in the First Task. Events in the tent earlier had been rather amusing for Harry, mostly from the reactions of the other Champions and Ludo Bagman to how he now looked. There was the dumbstruck looks from Krum and Diggory, the barely contained glee from Bagman, and the way Fleur acted around him, clearly aroused by his new physique but doing her best to pretend she wasn't. After the four Champions drew out their respective dragon models representing what they would be going up against, and in what order, Harry settled into a meditative position. That said position was floating about 2 feet of the ground did nothing to reduce the shocked looks of his competitors.
Harry snapped out of his meditation the moment his name was announced outside of the tent. Dropping back onto the floor, he stretched out his muscles, focusing on the ones in his shoulders and neck, and stepped forward into the sunlight. Looking up and around, he could see the amassed crowd of all three schools with the Hungarian Horntail in the centre of the arena, perched above a clutch of dragon eggs. Breathing in deeply, he knew it was time to start the show. Standing with his legs shoulder width apart, his arms tucked close to his chest with his hands balled up into fists, Harry concentrated on his energy, and began to draw it out.
It began subtly, with only those who could feel it noticing it happen, but quickly it became apparent to everyone there, even if they didn't know what it was. The first obvious visual clue that something big was happening was the ground around Harry's feet began to break apart, seemingly being pushed by an invisible force. It was then that Harry began to yell out in earnest, rather than the muted grunting he had started with. As his scream increased in volume, so too did the waves of energy, eventually causing the entire arena to shake from the force of impact. When his voice reached it's peak, a blinding light erupted from his body, temporarily blinding everyone with it's intensity. When the light faded, and everyone could see again, they were greeted with the sight of Harry Potter, still standing in the exact same spot as he was when this all started; but now his musculature looked even more intense than it did that morning, along with bright blond hair sticking up in spikes, green-blue eyes, and a glowing yellow aura surrounding him. An instant later, he launched himself at the dragon, eager to see how it would fare against him.
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It was the morning of the First Task, and Harry Potter had just stepped into the Great Hall. Immediately, every eye was upon him, likely drawn to the sudden, massive change to his physique since the previous day. Gone was the short, scrawny teenager who moved as if the entire Wizarding World was atop his shoulders; what stood in the doorway was a tall, muscular looking young man who moved with confidence and purpose. Striding briskly towards his oldest friends, he sat down opposite from them and began to pile his plate with enough food to draw stunned looks from the Gryffindor students in his immediate vicinity. All this was not lost to Hermione, who chose that moment to state the obvious.
"You look different, Harry."
"I have no idea what you mean," Harry innocently replied, as he began to consume his gargantuan breakfast; the act of which had Ron staring at the amount of food on his plate.
"You look like you've gained a foot in height, probably 100 lbs of solid muscle, and you're eating enough food to make Ron jealous." the bushy brunette stated, gesturing to their mutual friend, who unsubtly wiped the drool from his chin as he looked upon the food.
"Maybe I finally hit puberty and had a growth spurt?" the Looping wizard commented between mouthfuls. The only reply he got was a condescending eyebrow raise. "Anyway, the First Task starts soon, and I'd like to finish my breakfast and get ready before it does; so we'll talk about it later, promise."
"You better" was all the bookworm said, before returning to her much more modest amount of food.
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Time passed, and it was almost time for Harry to go up against the Horntail in the First Task. Events in the tent earlier had been rather amusing for Harry, mostly from the reactions of the other Champions and Ludo Bagman to how he now looked. There was the dumbstruck looks from Krum and Diggory, the barely contained glee from Bagman, and the way Fleur acted around him, clearly aroused by his new physique but doing her best to pretend she wasn't. After the four Champions drew out their respective dragon models representing what they would be going up against, and in what order, Harry settled into a meditative position. That said position was floating about 2 feet of the ground did nothing to reduce the shocked looks of his competitors.
Harry snapped out of his meditation the moment his name was announced outside of the tent. Dropping back onto the floor, he stretched out his muscles, focusing on the ones in his shoulders and neck, and stepped forward into the sunlight. Looking up and around, he could see the amassed crowd of all three schools with the Hungarian Horntail in the centre of the arena, perched above a clutch of dragon eggs. Breathing in deeply, he knew it was time to start the show. Standing with his legs shoulder width apart, his arms tucked close to his chest with his hands balled up into fists, Harry concentrated on his energy, and began to draw it out.
It began subtly, with only those who could feel it noticing it happen, but quickly it became apparent to everyone there, even if they didn't know what it was. The first obvious visual clue that something big was happening was the ground around Harry's feet began to break apart, seemingly being pushed by an invisible force. It was then that Harry began to yell out in earnest, rather than the muted grunting he had started with. As his scream increased in volume, so too did the waves of energy, eventually causing the entire arena to shake from the force of impact. When his voice reached it's peak, a blinding light erupted from his body, temporarily blinding everyone with it's intensity. When the light faded, and everyone could see again, they were greeted with the sight of Harry Potter, still standing in the exact same spot as he was when this all started; but now his musculature looked even more intense than it did that morning, along with bright blond hair sticking up in spikes, green-blue eyes, and a glowing yellow aura surrounding him. An instant later, he launched himself at the dragon, eager to see how it would fare against him.
You should. Like I said...momentum! I've posted three snippets in three separate Loops topics (and they've been practically dead the last half year) so hopefully get the ball rolling again. These topics are the equivalent IMO of Too Big To Fail...too many posts and snippets invested in them to let them die off 
After a long loop dealing with prank after prank after prank. Harry was trying to figure out just who was behind this. The time he had to represent all three schools in the Tri-Wizard tournament wasn't even the worst thing to do. He couldn't even use clones for that, he had to use the time turner and literally beat himself...
As he left to retire for the night near the end of his fifth year he saw something in the shadows of the hall.
A figure stepped forward and spoke clearly a man's voice, "Harry, I am the one you seek."
Harry growled, "So you are the one behind this, this madness?"
Smirking the elder of the two nodded and spoke, "If you only knew the power of the Dark Side. Dumbledore never told you who your father was."
"He told me enough! He told me he was a Hero!" Harry spoke with great fear.
The one shrouded stepped forward, "No. I am your father."
"No. No. That's not true. That's impossible!"
"Search your feelings, you know it to be true! "
Harry stopped, "Well I guess I should have known it could be possible, after all I did get all that prank stuff you owned."
James smirk widened, "Yes, I did have a reputation."
Another figure stepped forward, "Harry I am disappointed in you. You really should have figured it out."
"Mom!!!"
A third figure came up behind him, Snape, "After all I didn't bother you as much as I usually do."
Harry's head snapped to his parents who nodded. At this point he now understood what all his fellow loopers had warned him. They told him that looping parents were the worst when it happens, sure it was nice the first time it happened, but they warned him it was always trouble.
Lilly then grinned like James, "Anyway now that you are old enough it is time for you to meet your fiancees."
"Fuck."
"Not yet, but you will be, you will be"
Harry fainted and Snape looked to the elder Potters, "You were right, we can tell them you were right."
As he left to retire for the night near the end of his fifth year he saw something in the shadows of the hall.
A figure stepped forward and spoke clearly a man's voice, "Harry, I am the one you seek."
Harry growled, "So you are the one behind this, this madness?"
Smirking the elder of the two nodded and spoke, "If you only knew the power of the Dark Side. Dumbledore never told you who your father was."
"He told me enough! He told me he was a Hero!" Harry spoke with great fear.
The one shrouded stepped forward, "No. I am your father."
"No. No. That's not true. That's impossible!"
"Search your feelings, you know it to be true! "
Harry stopped, "Well I guess I should have known it could be possible, after all I did get all that prank stuff you owned."
James smirk widened, "Yes, I did have a reputation."
Another figure stepped forward, "Harry I am disappointed in you. You really should have figured it out."
"Mom!!!"
A third figure came up behind him, Snape, "After all I didn't bother you as much as I usually do."
Harry's head snapped to his parents who nodded. At this point he now understood what all his fellow loopers had warned him. They told him that looping parents were the worst when it happens, sure it was nice the first time it happened, but they warned him it was always trouble.
Lilly then grinned like James, "Anyway now that you are old enough it is time for you to meet your fiancees."
"Fuck."
"Not yet, but you will be, you will be"
Harry fainted and Snape looked to the elder Potters, "You were right, we can tell them you were right."