New story! Yay! So a few things before you start reading: unlike some of my other stories, I am going to post once a week on Tuesdays(at least I will do my best to since I'm already a few chapters ahead), pretty much all of this story takes place in the past meaning a majority of this is my decision since we know very little about the marauders era and the first Order of the Phoenix. Please do review this story, because as much as I love what I am writing, I have no idea if any of you will. This is a story that'll improve with your feed back. Enjoy the prologue.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters. I am using them to create a story I thought up.

August 1995

"This is the original Order of the Phoenix," Sirius explained. He pointed to a couple in the middle. "That's Frank and Alice Longbottom, Neville's parents. Over here is Marlene McKinnon. Dorcas Meadowes is standing next to her along with Benjy Fenwick. Fabien and Gideon Prewett are behind me."

Harry nodded. He pointed to a pair standing next to his parents. "How about them? They look familiar. Have I seen them around?"

Sirius paused. He stared closely at the faces. That's when it all clicked. 17 years of wonder was answered. He hesitated to answer but knew he must. He would discuss it with the others later. "That is Henry Paxton and Lucy Winters."

"What happened to them?" Harry asked.

Sirius could only tell the truth. "They disappeared. Nobody knows what happened to them. Strange couple they were but very brilliant."

Harry nodded and began asking about the other members. Sirius sighed relief internally. He had to discuss this with the others immediately.

August 1995

"I'm telling you it's them," Sirius argued. He held up the photo "Look at their faces! It is them but aged a couple of years, and his hair is a light brown instead of blond."

"Sirius, I think you've gone crazy," Remus said. "Henry and Lucy were rumored to be killed."

"Yes but there was never confirmation. It was labeled as a disappearance."

"Enough of this," Moody barked. "You trying to tell me that Henry and Lucy are actually a couple of kids from now?"

"Yes!" Sirius shouted. "Those grey eyes—how could someone forget such eyes—and her hair—nobody has such large and curly hair."

Other members started to argue. In the corner sat a pensieve Dumbledore. He stood and the room fell to silence. "Mr. Black, besides his eyes and her hair, what proof do you have that Henry Paxton is Draco Malfoy and Lucy Winters is Hermione Granger?"

This is what had been driving Sirius crazy since he made the discovery. "Think about, they showed up in our seventh year. We'd never heard anything of them and suddenly we have to new Gryffindors who become good friends. Lucy was always nagging Henry and vice versa. They had a special bond that none of us could relate to."

"But Hermione and the Malfoy boy are enemies," Remus reasoned. "Henry and Lucy were assumed lovers by the end."

"But they didn't start out that way," Sirius pointed out. "They disappeared right before Lily and James died too." Sirius glanced at his old headmaster. "What are you thinking? Does it seem possible that somehow they were sent back in time?"

Dumbledore merely shrugged, but Sirius could tell he knew something the rest did not. "It is possible, but Mr. Paxton and Miss Winters were a couple years older than Mr. Malfoy and Miss Granger are now."

"Maybe they don't leave now. Maybe they go back in a couple years," Sirius suggested.

Dumbledore only uttered one word, "Perhaps."

November 1996

It had been five months since Sirius's death when Remus found Albus Dumbledore in the Black family library. "Find anything interesting, Albus?" Remus asked.

Albus glanced over his glasses at his ex-pupil. "Yes I have, Remus. You are not here to ask about my reading material though, are you?"

The old man was too smart. Remus nodded. "I just haven't been able to get it out of my mind what Sirius said a couple of months ago."

"About the supposed link of Henry Paxton and Lucy Winters being Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger?"

"Yes. I tried to dig back into some old memories and materials from the day. I came to the conclusion," Remus sighed, "That he may be correct."

Albus nodded. "I agree."

"But why and how? Perhaps you know the answer."

"Perhaps I do," Albus said. "In the meantime, we must leave the fact alone until it is time." Albus reached into his robes and pulled out four letters. He handed them to Remus. One was addressed to Hermione, one to himself, one blank, and one to the professor himself.

"Sir?"

"Read yours when you choose. It will be your instructions for the correct time. The other envelopes will go to Miss Granger," he explained.

Remus stared at the envelopes. "You know? You know why?"

"Time is a tricky and dangerous thing. This is a pivoting point in our time."

"When?" he asked. "When do I know it is the right time?"

Albus smiled and his eyes twinkled. "You will know, Remus. You will know."

July 1997

Draco Malfoy awkwardly stepped towards the Dark Lord, who was staring down at him. "You have disappointed me, Draco," Voldemort hissed. "You are lucky Severus carried out the plan."

Draco bowed like his mother had advised him to. "I apologize for my disobedience my lord."

"It has became clear to me that you just cannot kill. To prove your loyalty to me then, I give you a new task—one that does not require killing. Wormtail," Draco watched the small man scurry into the drawing room. He handed the Dark Lord a medallion. He motioned for Draco to come closer. "Wormtail, look at this boy. Who does he look like?"

"A Malfoy sir," he stuttered.

"Yes but try again. Think into your past."

Wormtail stepped closer to survey every detail of Draco. His eyes settled on Draco's, widening moments after doing so. "Henry Paxton," Wormtail whispered.

Draco glanced up. The Dark Lord seemed pleased with the answer but Draco had no idea who Henry Paxton was. "Your task is to get Wormtail to join us," He handed Draco the medallion on a necklace. Draco slipped it on. Wormtail looked like he was about to pass out. Draco glanced into the mirror behind Wormtail and saw his hair had turned a light brown and his face was a little leaner. His nose and chin were more rounded than pointed. "When you return to Hogwarts, Severus will administer a potion to you. For your seventh year, you will be back in 1977 when Wormtail here was in seventh year. You shall wake up towards May after being in the past for three years. Do not disappoint me, Draco."

Draco gulped. "I won't, my lord."

July 1997

Hermione stepped out of the floo. Tonks was sitting on the couch. "Remus is in the study with my dad. He'll be out in a second. Sit and I'll get us a cup of tea."

"Do you know what this is about?" Hermione asked.

Tonks shrugged. "He only mentioned it as special order business. It seems like a matter that is only privy to the two of you. You should feel special since most members do not get a special assignment," Tonks paused. "I know you were planning to go help Harry and Ron search for Horcruxes but I don't think that will happen now."

"No it won't," Remus walked into the room. "They are going to have to fend for themselves."

He watched her face contort in several ways. She didn't argue even though the urge was very apparent. Remus handed her the remaining three envelopes. He had opened his only days before when Severus's alert appeared. Even though most didn't, Remus begrudgingly trusted the man. "Open the one with your name on it only, then we will talk," He glanced over to his love. "Your father is in his study."

Tonks took that as her cue to leave. Hermione ripped the letter open and read it. "Don't you think it is dangerous for me to head back to school because of the Muggleborn Registry?"

That was what she asked first? Not about the part of her going back in time? "We are going to more less smuggle you into Hogwarts. It has been deemed the safest place for your period of 'rest'. Severus has agreed to administer you the potion that will send you back. The one letter you will give to Albus to explain everything. I don't know what the other holds."

"A necklace," she answered. "It holds a necklace that will change my appearance."

"Your hair will become blonde and your skin tone a tad lighter and some more freckles," Remus said.

"You were friends with Lucy Winters?"

Remus nodded. "And Henry Paxton, Draco's persona. He was sent back apparently to get Wormtail to the Dark Side and you to try and stop him. Time is a weird concept to mess with like this but it happened so it must once more."

"What was she like?" Hermione asked. "Or what can you tell me about all of you in the past? Surely I can't go back blind. All the letter says is that I'll be there for a few years, but it'll only be several months here, my name is Lucy Winters and I'm a student entering the seventh year after being home schooled and will be placed in Gryffindor."

Remus didn't know what to tell her. He couldn't let out all the details because things could change. "Don't act like someone else. Comparing you two, you and Lucy are the same in many ways. Lucy was very much like you. Lucy and Henry had an impact on all of us. All of us, even them, changed over the three year time period they were around. And I know you will hate this, but you can't push Henry, Draco I mean, away. You must do what you can to thwart his plans but you can not alienate and vilify him. I know it will be hard but I have faith in you, in the pair of you."

"Why me?" She finally asked.

Remus didn't know how to respond. "I don't know. It always has been you. In third year you reminded me of Lucy, and even Lily, but I never thought much of it. Draco didn't seem like Henry but times change and so do people. Remember, this mission stays between us, Severus, and Draco once you meet up. And I must apologize in advance."

"For what?"

"Because you are about to meet me, my friends, and many other people as our past selves. I was not like how I am now. None of us were," he chuckled. "Good luck."