Hello, my lovelies! So, on the last chapter of Good Job, James, Abbl2 gave me the constructive criticism I so very much craved! She recommended I do a rewrite, and that is what this is. I've been sending her drafts of the new story, so I'm just going to say we've been co-writing this one. Yeah. So, just letting you know that I live in America, so I will be trying my best at 'British slang,' I've heard it called. I'm going to try and make these chapters as humorous and long as possible, but still- criticism would be nice.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. J.K. Rowling does. I only own this storyline.

Potter Manor

July 15, 1975

5:23 in the afternoon

"Potter, where in the name of Merlin have you been for the past," Lily took a pause to look at her watch, "hour and a half?" She spun around on her heel to stare at the boy.

Lily Evans was a nice girl. With her long red hair and emerald eyes, one would think she was the most kind, gentle human being on the face of the Earth! Well, in all of Surrey.

There was one thing about this girl, though: with fiery hair comes a fiery temper. Lily Evans could get really mad when she had to be. And there was thing about her temper: James Potter could always find a way to trigger her anger. This was one of those moments.

James Potter was also a nice boy. His hair was fairly untidy, though, and his eyes always had that, ah, mischievous twinkle to them. James was an all around good person. There was only one flaw about him: he was absolutely terrified of Lily Evans.

James was looking at the girl, a trace of fear in his eyes as he looked at his friends for support. Sirius put his hands up in defense. "Don't look at me, mate. You're on your own for this one." James turned to Remus, who shook his head and looked at James with sympathy in his eyes.

"Well? Where were you?" Lily asked, far past impatient. James straightened himself up and smirked at her, any signs of fear long gone from his features. "I, dear Lilian, was in the library," he said, ruffling her hair. Lily stared at him, flabbergasted, the laughed. "That's real good, James. Honestly, where were you?" Lily placed her hands on her hips.

"Lily, he really was in the library. I saw him in there," Remus spoke from his position in the corner where he had been reading. Lily looked between the two of them. "You- James Tiberius Potter- were in the library?" James simply nodded and sat down on the sofa.

"Why are you finding this so difficult to believe?" James sighed. Lily ignored him and went for her next question, "What business did you have in the library? Decide to grace your mum with your presence?"

James pointed at her in recognition, "That's exactly it, Lily!" She shot him a look and he explained further, "No. I wanted a book on time travel. Did you know that there's a spell that can send people in the future?" He pulled out a book and opened it to a page with the subject of the future.

"Well, of course she did, Prongs!" Sirius piped up. "She's bloody Lily Evans! She knows everything!" Lily glared at him and responded in a voice that would make anyone cower in fear, "No, I do not, Sirius."

Lily turned her attention back to James and the book. "What's the spell called?" James looked at her. "'Time Perfection.' You say the incantation, and then the amount of time you would like to travel into the future. For example, if I wanted all of us to go into the future twenty years, I would say this," James said and motioned the all closer to him. The four became very cramped on the small couch. "Timtia Perfectia, twenty years!" James yelled, and the small group of four disappeared with a large cloud of gold smoke.

Number 12 Grimmauld Place

July 15, 1995

7:08 in the evening

"James?"

"Yes, darling?"

"You're lying on top of me."

"And?"

"I am thoroughly irritated by it."

"And?"

"Get. Off."

Lily kicked his genitals, which resulted in a very jumpy James. "Merlin, Lily!" Lily rolled his eyes and turned around to examine where they had landed themselves, but instead saw many adults, and Professor Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall.

"Who are you?" one adult demanded, and the teenagers soon realized that everyone in the room had their wands drawn. "Well?" The witch was becoming impatient.

Lily took a small step forward. "Lily Evans. What year is this?" One man scoffed, "Lily Evans? She's dead! It's 1995, July 15. Why do you need to know?"

Lily looked mad at what he said. "I'm not dead! I'm very well alive, thank you very much! Why would I be dead?" Lily's angry expression turned to one of sad confusion.

A man with greasy hair and a hooked nose addressed Professor Dumbledore, "Professor, maybe we should use the Veritaserum; they could be followers of You-Know-Who in disguise."

"I agree, Severus. Sirius, do you have any potions here?" Professor Dumbledore replied. Just as Sirius was about to reply, an older man stood up and walked over to the cupboard over the stove and pulled out a small, glass phial of Truth Serum. He stood in front of Lily. "Drink this." Lily looked at it before taking the smallest sip. "State your full name, age, and where you came from.

Lily could feel the urge to spew the truth, so she answered what she was needed to, "My name is Lilian Elaine Evans. I'm fifteen, and I come from 1974." She watched as the man who said she was dead walked up and began apologizing, "So sorry, Lily. How did you get here from 1974, though?"

"Time Perfection," was all Lily muttered, then turned to glare at James. "This is all your fault, Potter! You had us gather around before saying the spell! James! You sent us twenty years into the future!" She had cornered him against the wall, and he was obviously worried. He seemed to have found his courage, though, and replied, "Well, I'm me! How did I know that it would work when I said it?" This, of course, had set Lily off, and she stared at him, face ablaze.

"You could have just not gone snooping around in your dad's library!" James sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Fine. I'm sorry, Lily." Everyone knew the argument was over right then and there.

"Well," Dumbledore began, "Might I ask who is with you, Miss Evans?" Lily nodded, looking a little awkward about the situation. "James Tiberius Potter," Lily managed before James groaned, "I hate my middle name!" Lily rolled her eyes and continued. "Remus Jonathon Lupin, and Sirius Orion Black."

Dumbledore nodded. "Professor? How long until the serum wears off?" James asked, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Judging by the amount Lilian took, the effects should wear off in, oh, an hour or two," Dumbledore replied.

"Nymphadora?" Sirius suddenly exclaimed. Everyone in the room stared at a girl with bubblegum pink hair who smiled at him.

"Sirius."

"But you were only a baby when we left. I only knew it was you because of your hair. Even as a one-year-old you could change the color. Pink still your favorite, Dora?" He ruffled her hair, which she replied to by smacking his hand away. "Sirius! I'm kind of older than you right now." Sirius smiled. "Right."

"Podmore? Please go and fetch the other children. Molly? Is dinner almost ready?"

Around ten minutes later, the small kitchen was packed with the other six teenager that had been packed into the room. Dumbledore, McGonagall, and Snape had left due to school matters. Now, everyone in the room was introducing themselves.

"I'm Fred Weasley-"

"-and I'm George Weasley," they said shaking everyone's hand. "Oi, you two better not pull any pranks on them while they're here, especially Lily. The temper on that girl will get you into so much trouble. They are our guests after all," Molly was telling them, waving her wand at them.

"Yes, mum," the twins replied.

"Oh, we won't mind a good prank, right, Prongs?" Sirius asked. James looked at them. "I believe you are, Padfoot."

"The Marauders?" the boys asked, which led to a round of questions. "Woah, boys. Let everyone else introduce themselves first, yeah?" the man who had gotten the potion from earlier asked. "Yes, Sirius." Fred and George walked off, looking crestfallen.

To say that Sirius was confused was the understatement of the year. "Oh. Sirius, I'm you. Twenty years into the future. James, Moony, just let that sink in. I was pretty slow back then. It'll click soon enough. Why don't we call him Padfoot and call me Sirius for the time being, huh?" Sirius patted them on the back as they nodded.

A man with thinning hair and scars all over his handsome features walked up to the boys. James and Remus were watching as Padfoot was still trying to comprehend what had happened moments before. "I suppose Sirius has been here," the man said. "I'm going to assume you're me due to the scars and the color of your hair. Am I correct on that, sir?" Remus inquired.

"Yes. You are a bloody brilliant teenager. Well, how about you'll be Moony and I'll be Remus?" Moony nodded and smiled. Remus turned to James. "You're probably wondering where you are right now. After you've met everyone, you, Lily, Moony, Padfoot, and three of the other children need to come and talk to Sirius and I. Deal?" James and Moony nodded, both kind of scared about the authority in Remus' voice. Remus smiled and left them to talk to Molly about dinner.

"Ronald, just go! Or so help me, I will force Ginny to perform a Bat-Bogey Hex on your privates!" A bushy-haired girl pushed a ginger boy at the direction of the table Lily, James, Padfoot, and Moony were sitting at (Padfoot had still not managed to grasp the fact that Sirius was him, just twenty years older).

"Uh, hello. I'm Ron. Ron Weasley. I'm fifteen and a Gryffindor at Hogwarts; fifth year this upcoming year, actually," Ron introduced himself, obviously nervous about some reason the Marauders plus Lily couldn't understand.

"Hermione Granger. Fifth year Gryffindor at Hogwarts as well, and I'm hoping to become a prefect, as well," the bushy-haired girl introduced. Lily brightened up towards her last statement. "Really? I would love to be a prefect as well. It's terrible we're in the same year, isn't it? I've heard your a remarkable witch."

"I've heard the same of you, Lily. Our records are spotless. I think Dumbledore would find a way to choose one. Personally, I think you'll make a much better prefect than I would," Hermione told Lily, who blushed at the compliment.

"Oh, no. Hanging around these boys has almost landed me detentions and lost plenty of house points. You must be a better candidate than I..." Lily and Hermione continued the conversation until a girl with red hair sat down next to Hermione quietly.

"...Ron has been- oh, hello, Ginny!" Hermione said, realizing her friend had sat down beside her. "Hey, 'Mione. James, Moony. Padfoot alright?" Ginny addressed the poor boy who had his head in his hands and was staring at the table.

"Oh, he's fine. He was just introduced to himself a few minutes ago. Freaked him out," Lily answered. "Well, I'm Ginevra Weasley. Although, if you call me that, I'll hex you to bits," Ginny stated simply. James and Moony laughed. Fred and George walked by.

"I wouldn't laugh," said Fred.

"She's completely serious," said George.

"Her Bat-Bogey Hexes?"

"Best in the whole school." And they were off. Ginny looked at James, Moony, and Padfoot, all of whom had paled and stopped laughing. "Trust their words, boys. They may be idiots, but they are idiots that have their moments." Ginny nodded at them and walked over to Tonks, who was talking to Sirius.

A boy with very untidy black hair, striking emerald eyes, and a lightning scar sat down in the space Ginny had just occupied. Hermione cleared her throat and stood up. "Well, I have to go make sure Fred and George aren't harming any property. It was nice to talk to you, Lily." Lily smiled at the girl before she had left.

The boy spoke. "Hi. I'm Harry Potter. I'm in Gryffindor and I'm Seeker on the house team," he started, then stopped. James looked at him. "I don't remember there being a Harry in my family. Are you a cousin or something?" James asked.

Just as Harry was about to speak, Remus walked by and told them, "All of you need to come to the Drawing Room."

Harry looked at them and nodded at Remus. "In a minute." Harry turned back to the others as Remus left. "We should probably go." Everyone nodded, and James and Moony helped Padfoot up and they all began on the walk to the drawing room.

As they were leaving the small kitchen, there was a puff of gold smoke, and a small group of people were deposited on the floor.