Hello, it's fluffybunniesofdoom25 here with my very first Harry Potter fanfiction/crickets chirping/ ok, ok. So it's not that exciting, I get it. Anyhoo, I know that this is a really overused plot, like so overused you could probably find spin-offs of the exact same fanfic, by the same author. Right. Well, I just thought that maybe I should give this thing a try, and I'll try to update more often then I usually do. Of course, updating at all would be more than usually for me. /laughs humorlessly/

Pairings will be as follows:

James/Lily (duh)

Harry/Ginny

Ron/Hermione

older Lupin/Tonks

Sirius/Luna

Right. This fic'll take place at the beginning of Harry's sixth year, and the Marauders will also be in their sixth year because I can't handle Dumbledore not being there, just to clear up any confusion.

Chapter I

September 1, 1976

It was a beautiful summers day in the English countryside, which went totally unnoticed by the Marauders as they sat in their compartment on the Hogwarts Express, planning their first prank of the school year.

"It has to be huge if we're going to make an impression on the new firsties." said Remus, who recently had come back from his prefect duties.

"Oh, don't worry, Moony, it will be." said Sirius, with a large smirk on his face. "The Great Hall will never know what hit it."

"This is going to be the greatest sorting ever." James marveled, with an evil, self-satisfied grin on his face.

"I still think the pixies might be a bit much, though…"

"Yeah, Moony, but it's not like we're going to really hurt anybody-"

"But we are going to hurt somebody. Namely Snivellus, Prongs."

"Yeah, but he's a greasy prick, so it's ok."

"Oh, well. At least nothing can go wrong."

Unfortunately, Peter decided just that minute to come in holding a time-turner and yell, "Hey, you guys, look what I found," then dropped it in his clumsiness, sending Remus, James, and Sirius away in a puff of smoke.

September 1, 1996

"Hey, Harry. How are you?" asked Hermione, as she and Ron came in from their prefect meeting.

"I'm fine. So how was your meeting?" Harry asked the brunette and redhead curiously.

"It was more boring than Percy when he goes on about thin-bottomed cauldrons." said Ron, seething.

"Oh, grow up, Ronald. You honestly can't expect it to be all that entertaining, can you?" asked Hermione, in an attempt to calm him down.

"I would still like a little bit of excitement once in a while."

Just then the three Marauders popped into the same train car as the last word escaped Ron's lips.

"OUCH, MOONY, YOU"RE ON MY HEAD!" yelled Sirius, as Remus got off of him.

"Hey, Moony? Where are we?" asked James, failing to noticed three shocked teens staring at them from the other end of the compartment.

"I think we should be asking when. That was a time turner Wormtail was holding," replied Remus somewhat casually.

"Right. Remind me to kill him when we get back, won't you, Remus?"

"Sure thing, Prongs. I'd like a go at him myself when we get back."

"Okay, you two, this is great conversation and all but there is something I really would like to know. When the hell are we!" Sirius said through the headache that came when Moony sat on him.

"Why don't we ask them?" Moony said, finally noticing the three gaping teenagers.

"Bloody hell. That one looks just like you Jamie." Sirius said, pointing to Harry.

"S-Sirius?" Harry stuttered, not wanting to believe it.

"Of course I'm serious. You could be his twin!"

"No. Are you Sirius Black?"

"Yep. That's me!"

"But you can't be. You're dead."

"Sorry, I'm still alive."

"But you are dead. I watched you die."

"Listen. I might be Sirius, but I'm never dead serious." Sirius said, at which James and Remus started massaging their temples.

"Ok," James said, " as fun as this is, I can't consciously let him put you three innocents through this. What year is this?"

"1996," said Hermione bravely.

"What!" yelled Sirius, jumping up and banging his head on the luggage rack, which did nothing to help his headache.

"Ok. We need to see Professor Dumbledore as soon as possible." Remus said calmly.

"How long till we get to Hogwarts?" asked James.

"A-about three more hours." Harry stuttered.

"How did you three get here?" asked Ron, coming out of shock.

"Um, well, our friend Peter was being a git and tripped with a time turner," replied Remus. Harry got a dark look in his eyes at the name.

"What?" said Sirius thickly.

"Should we tell them?" Harry asked Hermione.

"We might as well; we can always obliviate their memories later." she replied.

"Ok." Harry said, and began to tell them about Peter's betrayal, James and Sirius' murders, and Remus's short teaching career.

"Wow." Sirius said when Harry finally finished, a good hour later. "I just have one question, though."

Harry said, "What?"

"Is it really true the James finally gets with Lily?"

"Yes, Sirius." Hermione said exasperatedly.

"Ha, ha!" yelled James, and proceeded to do a little victory dance, fresh from the seventies.

"I hope to never see that again in my entire life." said Harry, in a state of shock.

"What? You know that dance was out of sight."

Harry just sat there catatonic while Ron just fell to the floor and Hermione laughed her head off at Harry and Ron's reactions, as well as the fact that James had known he was Harry's dad for less than an hour and already he had embarrassed Harry in front of his friends. James just stared at them blankly.

"What?" he finally asks.

"I can't believe you just said that." Harry said in a quiet voice.

"James, you really should know better than to not think common lingo has changed in twenty years. It's like calling someone Daddio." Remus explained.

"Yeah, well- well- well at least I don't become a teacher, Professor Lupin." James said, quite pleased with his insult.

"You idiot," Remus muttered, and then Sirius said, "So! Are we still going to play this prank or what?"

"You have to be kidding, Siri, we can't do a prank now."

"And why not, Moony? Padfoot's right. We have to go through with this no matter if we're in our own time or not."

"Fine." Remus said exasperatedly, "But who are we going to use as a substitute Snape?"

"We can just use the old one…" Ron said evilly, and they chatted about their plan until they pulled into Hogsmeade station, pausing only to pull on their robes. (James, Sirius, and Remus' trunks and belongings were transported with them.)

At Hogwarts

"You realize we're going to have to go to the headmaster after this, right?" Remus said as they finished up their preparations for the prank.

"Yes, sir, Mr. Professor, sir," Sirius said jovially. Moony just rubbed his temples.

"All right. Let's get to the Gryffindor table."

"Right. Just let me light the fuse…there we go. Let's move." And at that Moony, Padfoot, Prongs, and their accomplices Harry, Ron, and Hermione moved down to the great hall unnoticed by their peers and teachers, but not by their chuckling headmaster. He knew he was going to have quite the laugh with Moony, Padfoot, and Prongs back.

As Professor Dumbledore stood up to speak, the hall went silent.

"It is now time to let the sorting begin!"

The three marauders and the Golden trio stifled giggles. This was going to be hilarious.

As soon as the large doors opened and first years spilled into the hall, a no heat Filibuster firework shaped like a giant pixie came in the hallway through the doors. As soon as it disappeared and everyone started to wonder what happened, hundreds of Cornish pixies flew into the hall and all hell broke loose. Neville, who we all know had a bad experience with pixies in his second year, promptly ducked under the house table, which did everything except hide him from the pixies. However the pixies seemed to have a main target to which cause mayhem, namely Snape, and with Harry and Ron's interference, Malfoy. Then, seemingly out of nowhere, banners saying 'Long live the Marauders' sprung up all over the hall. All the while, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Padfoot, Prongs, and Moony were all totally charmed to be protected from pixies and all totally laughing their heads off. Dumbledore also seemed to propel pixies, and allowed himself a heavy chuckle. After about twenty minutes of this, however, he seemed to think that was enough and sent the pixies away from the school, not bothering to take down the banners.

"Now that is over, let the sorting really begin!"

After the last firstie was sorted, and the pranksters stopped laughing, Dumbledore said his regular 'tuck in' and the feast was under way. Sirius and Ron had an eating contest, to the awe of their peers, and succeeded in eating so much the house elves had to work to get the food on the table, leaving a couple of seconds where there was no food on the plate at all. Sirius ended up winning, though Ron gave him a run for his money. Afterwards Dumbledore said his normal speech: the forbidden forest is forbidden, no magic in the school corridors, no Weasley Wizarding Wheezes, yadda yadda yadda. After everyone else left the great hall the pranksters went to talk with Dumbledore, with the exception of Ron and Hermione, who had to take the traumatized first years to their dormitories.

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Well, that just about covers it for this chapter. I hope to post in the next week or so, so don't worry. I don't really care if you review or not, seeing as I already know this fic isn't all that great to begin with, what with the overused plot and bad pranks. If you do want to review, however, I would very much appreciate it. Til next time, here's me, signing out.