the_debt_of_time

Sirius let out a barking laugh. "Of course you have, kitten."
"Now, off to bed with you all!" Dumbledore clapped his hands together and
instantly all the dirty, empty plates vanished from in front of them.
"All right first years, follow me!"
Mia looked up to meet the familiar face of a young Kingsley Shacklebolt. It was odd
to see the Minister for Magic this young, herding around a group of eleven-year-olds, but
the shiny prefect badge on his robes made it all the more real.
As the students stood and headed for the door, each led by their prefects, Mia
caught the glares that passed between Kingsley and Lucius Malfoy. She could not help but
see the amazing parallels to the future. Kingsley Shacklebolt, future Minister for Magic and
Order member, and Lucius Malfoy, Death Eater and Voldemort's right-hand wizard.
"Keep up now, don't get lost!" Kingsley yelled over his shoulder as the Gryffindors
made their way through the entrance hall and toward the large staircase. James and Sirius
were at the head of the group, trailed by Peter. Mia stayed behind, reaching for Remus's
hand as he struggled going up the stairs, obviously in pain. "The stairs move frequently so
keep that in mind, especially when you're running late to class. The professors aren't lenient,
not even our own Head of House, and she knows all too well how easy it is to get stuck
on the stairs. Or in the stairs, if you're not too careful."
"What do you mean 'in the—' Ow!" Frank yelled as his foot fell through the
vanishing step.
"Trick step. It catches all the first years eventually," Kingsley said with a low chuckle
as Frank blushed beet red.
Mia remembered Neville's run in with the same trick step. Like father like son. She
smiled, hoping that she could bring memories of Frank and Alice to Neville when... if she
ever returned to her timeline.