(This is my first fanfic published online, so I hope it goes well.)
What starts off as a normal, boring afternoon turns into an adventure for the trio when Hermione finds her old Timeturner, and they decide to go for a bit of Time-travelling. But then something goes terribly wrong...
DISCLAIMER: All material/characters you recognise belong to the genius Joanne K. Rowling, not some bored teenager with nothing better to do in his holidays than play in Jo's world and write fan fictions (aka, ME).

“Harry!” Ron half-shouted. “Harry, we forgot our bloody trunks in our dorm!”

Harry stared at his friend, mentally shaking his head and thinking, What-a-goddam-bloody-idiot! He groaned out loud. “You can’t be serious!”

Sirius looked up at the mention of his name. “No, he can’t be,” he said seriously --err, I mean solemnly. “Because I’m Sirius; he’s Ron.” He nodded happily and went back to munching at his Chocolate Frog.

The Marauders stared at her as though she'd just declared to live in the Black Lake with the Giant Squid and go with it on long sea voyages to the North Pole and live there for the rest of her life without--
Ahem. Back to the story.
The Marauders stared at her as though she'd sprouted two new heads. How could they go three whole days without Prongs' loud mouth or brilliant prank ideas?? Of course, Sirius would never admit it, but James generally came up with the best pranks in their group. Generally.