Unlike most sixteen-year-olds, I was at home on a Saturday night reading the best book known to mankind: Harry Potter. My parents were out for the week on business leaving me all alone in the house, well, basically. My sister Hazel is home from college but she's always out partying anyways. It's really pathetic actually; I mean how many parents trust their moody, hormonal, irresponsible teenagers alone in the house without any worries of them destroying it? Yeah I didn't think many parents did, except for mine of course.

So, I read (again) for like the fiftieth time, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. It's my favorite book of the series because it has a scene about the Marauders in it. I absolutely love the Marauders. If Lily Evans was never born, James Potter would be mine!

As I drifted off to sleep, I thought about each of them, their smiles, their personalities, everything. How cool would it be to meet them?

Sun streamed through my windows and hit my eyes, forcing them open. All I could see was white, so I rolled over to the other side of my bed, trying to go back to sleep. But I couldn't. I heard soft snoring coming from the floor of my bedroom. Cautiously, I picked up the fifth Harry Potter book (since it's so big and heavy, mind you); ready to throw it at a burglar's head. I realized though, there were four boys in my bedroom that looked close to my age; very familiar too. Then, I saw a boy with a mop of raven black hair and the boy also had round, crooked glasses. Oh my god! I thought. I have the Marauders in my bedroom! They all looked so peaceful, like little angels.

Shut up brain! I thought. This is just a dream.

I pinched myself incredibly hard but nothing happened. Finally, I decided if my fingers went through their skin, I would definitely be considered mentally disturbed. I touched Sirius Black's hair and felt my fingers easily comb through it. Once I stopped enjoying myself and realized what I was doing, I screamed bloody murder.

Four very startled boys awoke with a start.

"What's going on?" A bleary eyed Remus Lupin asked.

"You—you're real," I whispered in shock.

"Well, of course we're real," James Potter said matter-of-factly. "Who're you?"

"I'm, um, Marley Jacobs."

Remus, being the kind gentleman that he seemed to be, started introducing me to everyone. "I'm Remus Lupin, that's James Potter, over there is—"

"I know, you're Sirius Black, the ladies man," Sirius gave me a lopsided grin but James looked offended. "And you're Peter Pettigrew, the, um, back stabbing betrayer to put it lightly."

Peter was a little mousy haired boy that was quivering and nervously glancing around with his beady brown eyes from me to his friends. He was also rather chunky, so when he was shaking, he reminded me a lot of jell-o. Ew, not like I need another reason to hate jell-o…

After a minute, three of the Marauders burst out laughing. I stuck my jaw out in defiance. James stopped laughing as he saw the look on my face. Then I remembered what I look like.

I have wavy black hair and big green eyes. Eyes like Lily Evan's eyes, who James has had a crush on since second year and who later in the book becomes his wife. So basically, I looked like James and Lily's daughter (if they ever had one). I was tall and long-legged, but shorter than these four. James came over to me and looked me in the eyes. I have no idea what he saw in them, but I could see sadness in his.

Sirius and Remus were too excited to notice the awkward silence in the room. Their eyes as wide as cinnamon rolls, they decided to look around the house.

James and I were still staring at each other when we heard a loud noise come from my bathroom. We looked over at Peter, but all he muttered was, "Don't look at me, I didn't do anything." James and I heard a big crash come from the bathroom. We rushed out, leaving Peter to his sulking.

I came into the bathroom to find a vase shattered on the floor. "We're so sorry Marley," was all that was coming out of their mouths at the time.

"It's okay," I said. "Can you fix it with your wands?" They gave me an incredulous look but shrugged and started looking through their robes. Peter had come in by now and also started looking for his wand. They first started casually going through the pockets of their robes, but I saw panic flash through their eyes as they frantically groped their pockets.

"I can't find it," James whispered as the others murmured in agreement.

Sirius shrugged. "There still must be something here to clean this up." And to my horror, they started going through my cabinets and drawers.

"Hey," James nudged me. "What're those?" He nodded his head to what Sirius was holding. Unfortunately, I looked.

Oh. My. God. The Marauders wanted to know what my tampons were used for! There was an awkward silence before Sirius realized what he was holding. His eyes became wide and he dropped it as fast as he could, turning a bright shade of pink, but not as pink as my face was at the moment. I threw them back into the cabinet with force. By then Sirius had regained his cool. "Oooh, looks like someone's a little touchy."

I tried giving him a glare but it's hard to be mad at someone so gorgeous. His hair casually fell into his deep, gray eyes. More like his hair fluttered into his eyes; there's no better way of describing it. It looked (and was) completely soft. The light brown tinge of his hair also went perfectly with his tan skin and buff body. Forget real guys, Sirius was way better looking!

"Um, Marley? Are you still with us?" Remus asked. I turned around and looked at him. He had blonde hair that slightly curled at the end, just barely going into his big brown eyes. His cheeks were flushed from all of the excitement. As I looked him up and down I realized that for someone who is supposedly reading all the time, he was pretty built too.

"I don't feel too great," I said. Realization had just washed over me. School is tomorrow. Mom and dad are coming back next Saturday. Hazel is definitely going to notice them. I can't bring them to school with me but I can't leave them home either. I staggered around the room, feeling like I was about to throw up. My eyes went to the back of my head before everything went black.

"Mar-leeeee! Wake uuuhh-ppp," James drawled. I slowly opened my eyes to see hazel ones starting back at me. James backed off a bit so I could see his round glasses slightly askew and his hand automatically ran through his raven black hair. He can be so adorable.

"What happened?" I asked groggily.

"You passed out," Peter supplied.

"Oh, that explains a lot," I muttered.

Suddenly the boys' faced warped from relief to alarm. "Marley," Remus started. "How did we get here? How are we gonna get back?"

I simply snorted. "That's why I fainted. Can you Apparate?"

They looked at each other. "No, not for two more months," Peter said.

Great, four book characters that know practically nothing about the Muggle world are here. They also can't Apparate and don't have their wands, which means there's basically no way of getting back. I pushed that thought to the back of my mind. At least they can't spread magical chaos, I thought. But then I remembered that these were the Marauders I was talking about.

Oh.

"Okay guys, since I definitely can't leave you alone when I go to school and you can NOT wear your Hogwarts uniform around town, we'll have to go shopping."

James and Sirius started jumping around, acting like five year olds and when they started screaming, 'We're going Muggle shopping! We're going Muggle shopping!' didn't make them seem any more mature.

Remus just rolled his eyes and kept reading one of my corny romance novels. "Remus," I sighed. "Please put that down." I reached out to grab it but he gave me a mysterious grin.

"No," he said holding the book above his head. Peter was still sulking, but James and Sirius seemed to be enjoying my desperate struggle. Then they started throwing my precious romance novel around. Remus passed it to Sirius.

"SIRIUS BLACK, GIVE ME BACK MY ROMANCE NOVEL!!!" Just like Remus he was holding it above his head, smiling in an annoying look-at-me-I'm-so-hot-not-to-mention-taller-than-you way. I crossed my arms and sat stubbornly down on the floor. Sirius looked at me and then tossed the book in my direction.

"Jeez, Mar, you're no fun." I picked up the book and smacked him on the back of the head with it.

"Actually," I started. "that was pretty fun. And since when have you called me Mar?" I demanded.

Sirius mocked looking at his watch. "Since 40 seconds ago." I resisted the urge to smack him with something heavier.

"Alright," James roared with (again, to my horror) a pair of my gym shorts on his head. "To the mall!"

This is going to be a looong week.