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chapter!

Chapter 1

Harry sat staring at the package in front of him. It had come in while he was

eating breakfast and had almost been dropped into his porridge. As soon as he had

seen who it was from he had jumped up and ran for his houses common room.

Hermione and Ron had yelled for him to tell them what was the matter but all he

yelled back was, "Snuffles!"

When they heard this they also jumped up, managing to knock over Neville in the

process. They apologized quickly and bolted out of the dining hall, hot on

Harry's heels. Everyone stared after them in confusion except one pair of

twinkling eyes. Professor Dumbledore.

~*~

"What is it?"

"It's," Harry opened the box and looked inside, "It's a necklace. Do you think it

does something?"

"You never know with Snuffles," Harry picked up the necklace and handed it to

Hermione, "What do you make of it 'Mione?" She took it from him and examined it

closely.

"It has some sort of language on it. It isn't anything I know though."

"That's a shock..." Hermione glared at Ron and he backed into his chair as much

as he could, "Just a joke 'Mione." She gave an indignant huff and went back to

examining the writing.

"Can you read it?" Harry looked a bit anxious now as he said this.

"Well, it looks as if it should say:

Ammesura intaminn, unt untaminn manhan...ceila intulra." As soon as Hermione was

done with the last word the fire in the fireplace grew in a flash and then died.

Everything shook. The three friends grabbed onto the arms of the chair they were

sitting in and held on for dear life. After a minute the shaking stopped. They

all looked at each other in surprise and then looked at the necklace that

Hermione still held.

"Next time we get something from Sirius, how 'bout we not read what's on it

hmmm?" Hermione and Ron nodded their heads looking a little shocked still.

"Why would he send us something like this? Does he even know what it does? It

could have blown up on us!"

"Ron, calm down. Maybe it was just some sort of joke. Once a Marauder, always a

Marauder."

"It doesn't seem like a joke."

"Are you saying, Harry, that this might have been sent by...by you-know-who?" It

had been two years since Lord Voldemort had risen. It was now Harry's sixth year

and he'd finally been made an official member of the Order, along with Ron and

Hermione. Ron still had a bit of trouble saying the dark lords' name still, though

he had been lectured many times by Hermione about it.

"No, no. Can't be. He doesn't know we call Sirius Snuffles. I'm saying that

perhaps Sirius has a plan for this, whatever it is." A bell was heard from

outside and all of them jumped, only to realize that it was the first class bell.

"Oh, we're going to be late for class. Come on." Hermione and Ron made their way

to the portrait hole but turned back around, finding that Harry hadn't followed.

"Coming Harry?" He had the necklace held up in front of him, his eyes locked on

it.

"I'll just put this upstairs and I'll meet you at class. You can go ahead without

me." They both nodded, though concern was obviously present in their eyes. As

soon at they were out of sight Harry stood up and made his way upstairs. He

reached the trunk at the end of his bed when everything shook like it had before.

He fell to one knee, grabbing onto his trunk with his hand. The shaking finally

stopped but before Harry could stand back up a wave of nausea swept over him, and

then everything went dark.

~*~

Hogwarts 1976:

"Hey James, if you move any slower we may have to get a new Seeker!"

"Just a sec. I forgot something in the dorms!"

"Try to hurry, you've been late for Quidditch practice twice this week."

"Don't worry, Padfoot. I'll be right down." James Potter ran up the stairs to his

dorm room. He was almost to his bed when he stopped in his tracks. There in the

middle of the room laid a boy with a trunk beside him. What made it even stranger

was that this boy seemed to be an exact replica of himself. He ran back out of

the dorms to shout down to Sirius to come up.

"What is it Prongs?"

"I'm not sure. Either I've just discovered my long lost twin or I'm having an out

of body experience. Will you just come up here?" Sirius hurried up the stairs

followed by the two remaining Marauders, Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew. They

all stared in shock at they saw the boy on the floor.

"He does look like you," Peter squeaked in a shocked voice. They all moved closer

to him to get a better look.

"Yeah, except that scar. Do you see it James? It looks like a lightning bolt."

Sirius was holding back the unconscious boys' hair a bit to show everyone the scar

on his forehead.

"Odd. Wonder who he is." The boy then stirred a bit and they all backed up. His

eyelids fluttered open revealing emerald green eyes. He lay there for a moment

before his eyes widened and he shot up, looking around him in shock.

"Hermione?! Ron?! Where are you?! What-What happened?" He then noticed that he

had company and looked around. When his eyes landed on James his jaw dropped and

his eyes widened even more.

"Um...Hi, my name's James Potter?"

~*~

James Potter? Several thoughts were swimming through Harry's head at once. He

subdued them though, telling himself that this was not a good time to panic.

Clearing his throat he tried to speak in as steady a voice he possibly could.

"I-I'm Harry, Harry P-," He quickly thought up a name, "Pleeter."

"Er, nice to meet you Harry. Are you all right?"

"I think so." Harry then looked around the room at everyone else.

"Oh, these are my friends, the Marauders of Hogwarts. Sirius Black, Remus Lupin,

and Peter Pettigrew." James pointed to each of his friends in turn. When Harry

heard Peter's name his eyes shot to him. A hate filled him and all he wanted to

do was strangle the plump boy. But as soon as he looked in those eyes the hate

was gone, replaced by pity and sadness. He didn't look in any way harmful. In

fact he reminded Harry a bit of Neville. To hide the fact that he had been

staring at Peter he gave a nod and then nodded in greeting to everyone else. He

smiled a little at each of them and then turned his head back to James.

"How did you get here?" Before Harry could answer two students came running in. A

girl with bushy brown hair and a red headed boy.

"Harry! Something happened..." The girl stopped when she saw everyone in the

room. When her eyes landed on James and then on Harry her face went pale and she

fainted. The red head caught her before she fell, looking around him bewildered.

"I-I don't think we should open anything else from Snuffles anymore Harry." Harry

nodded his head gravely. He then got up from where he was sitting by his trunk

and helped the boy carry the girl over to a bed.

"Harry, is everything all right."

"Uh, yes just fine. Oh, this is my friend Ron W-Weldon and the girl who passed

out is my other friend Hermione Green," in a lower voice Harry spoke to Ron, "I

think we should go talk to Dumbledore." Ron nodded and then looked at Hermione.

"We should take Hermione to the hospital wing."

"Alright," Harry then rose his voice to address the rest of the group, "We need

to see your headmaster. Do you mind showing us the way, and where the hospital

wing is?"

"Sure," James smiled, "It'll give us an excuse to be late for Quidditch practice

this time."

~*~

James kept an eye on the strange students that they were leading. It was

puzziling how they could have just shown up, and why did Harry look so much like

him? That was a mystery in itself. Harry had said while they were walking that it

had just been a bad portkey, and they had all ended up in different places but he

felt that there was more to this story. The one named Ron was levitating his

friend Hermione in front of him. He looked worried and confused all at once. He

was staring at everything in sight as if it was all familiar yet foriegn to him.

"Is your school a lot like Hogwarts?" Ron jumped a bit out of his daze.

"Huh? Oh, yeah very much."

"What year are you guys in?"

"Sixth."

"We are too. So... You're all exchange students?"

"Yeah, that's right."

"Must be exciting...Here's the hospital wing." They left Hermione with Madame

Pompfrey after telling her what happened and then they left to go to Professor

Dumbledore's office. They finally reached the gargoyle.

"Oh crap, we don't know the password....uh, cauldron cakes." This didn't work so

everyone shouted out a suggestion.

"Chocolate frogs."

"Bertie Botts every flavor beans." Still didn't work.

"Fizzing Whizbees." The gargoyle jumped out of the way, revealing the winding

stairs.

"Aha! There you go Harry, Ron. The headmaster's office is just up there."

"Thanks. We'll be fine from here." The two boys quickly went up the stairs. The

Marauders looked at each other in confusion.

"Strange boys."

"Yeah, wonder what that was all about."

"Whatever it was, they were a bit nervous about it."

"Enough of this," said Sirius, "We need to get to practice Prongs, or have you

forgotten we're playing Ravenclaw in a week?"

"Alright. Are you coming too Moony, Wormtail?"

"Sure." The four friends walked off, forgetting their strange visitors for the

moment.

~*~

"Remind me again, Harry, why we needed an escort to places we already know?"

"Because, we're not supposed to know. Now, come on. I'm sure whatever's going on,

Professor Dumbledore can explain." They both reached the door and carefully

knocked. They heard a faint, 'come in', and so opened the door. In front of them

in a desk was a slightly younger Dumbledore and sitting in a chair in front of

him was none other than Sirius Black.

"Ah, there you are," said Sirius causing much confusion from Harry and Ron.

Sirius merely smiled and then turned back to Dumbledore, "These are two of the

students I was speaking of. Their portkey malfunctioned, I'm afraid. They were

supposed to show up in here at the same time as me."

"Yes, I see Professor Manning. But where is the third one that you spoke of, a

girl?"

"She's in the hospital wing. She...um, fainted," put in Harry quickly.

Dumbledore's gaze fell upon Harry then. His eyes seemed to bore into him, seeking

Harry's darkest secrets. Harry merely stared calmly back his gaze equally

searching, something that had taken much patients and skill to hewn. It had come

in handy many times when he wanted to keep his secrets, especially when he faced

Voldemort.

"You look very much like one of my students, James Potter. Any relation, Mr...?"

"Pleeter, Harry Pleeter and I'm afraid not. I have met him though, plus his

friends. This is my friend Ron Weldon, sir," Harry gestured to Ron, "And the girl

that is in the hospital wing is Hermione Green."

"Yes, I see. Professor Manning here was discussing your transfer to this school

and is applying for our Defense against the Dark Arts teaching position."

"Oh." That's all Harry could say as he looked at his godfather in confusion. The

look in his eyes told Harry that he would explain everything later so he kept

silent.

"Professor Manning, you will need to take the required tests and these two and

their friend will be sorted tomorrow. What year are they in?"

"Sixth year, all of them."

"Then everything seems to be in order. I'll let you take that test now, and you

two," Dumbledore looked at Ron and Harry once again, "may go see Ms. Green in the

hospital wing. Professor Manning will join you once he has finished."

"Thank you Professor." Harry and Ron then left the room to see how Hermione was.

~*~

"That boy, Harry. He's an...interesting young man. Are you sure he's only in

sixth year?" Dumbledore turned a questioning eye upon Professor Manning (Really

Sirius Black).

"Yes Professor Dumbledore. Why do you ask?"

"Oh, he just looked as if he had the weight of the world upon him. That's nothing

anyone should endure at such a young age."

"Well, Harry's an extraordinary boy. He's been through a lot." Dumbledore nodded

staring off in deep thought.

"Professor?"

"Yes?" Dumbledore jolted out of his musing.

"May we begin the test now?"

"Oh, yes. Of course." Dumbledore rose from his seat to get the materials, the

whole time trying to put thoughts of th new students behind him for the moment,

but failing.

Who were they?

A/N: How's that for my first chapter? Good, bad? Tell me please. Thank you for

reading and don't forget to review!

p.s. I know I told you that I would have my G/D crossover story Luckyducky7 but I

just had to write this first. Sorry! I'm still working on that other story

though! (I had the year that James was in 6th year as originally 1981 but changed it after a review *Thank you!* telling me that it was wrong. I have no idea why I put 1981. I should have seen that it was wrong but I guess I didn't. Now if you'll excuse me, I'll go bang my head against a wall somewhere. *Walks off looking for a wall to endure her hard head smashing against it*