The four infamous Marauders traipsed through the school, being... well, themselves. A sandy haired fifteen year old by the name of Remus Lupin laughed.

"God, Padfoot, that must've been the fifth statue you've broken this week!" The boy he was talking to just grinned. This boy was incredibly handsome, as most of the girls noted. Who couldn't love Sirius Black?

"Nah, I think it's only the third," said a messy, black haired boy with a wink. "Sirius really isn't up on his standards." A small, mousy haired boy seemed to agree with this comment, as he let out a shrill laugh.

Once again, the Marauders landed themselves in detention. It was a wonder they could keep their grades up, since they were doing detention for a teacher nearly every night.

The group walked into the deserted entrance hall. It was holiday break, and nobody besides the four and their teachers were there.

A black haired boy of about fifteen stood in the hall, looking throughly confused. The Marauders stopped dead in their tracks.

"Bloody hell... James! He looks exactly like you!"

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"Harry, c'mon, we'll be late for dinner!" moaned a redheaded boy as he waited for his friend.

"Ron, go ahead. I'll catch up," assured his black haired friend. Once Ron had left the room, Harry hesitantly put his hand into his trunk, and pulled out a mirror. Sirius's mirror. He had to try again.

"Sirius Black," he said softly. Nothing happened.

He should've known that nothing would happen. Once again, Harry had gotten his hopes up.

Then the mirror started to glow blue. Numbers began to flash through the mirror, masking Harry's reflection. The numbers hit 1969.

Harry felt himself being sucked into the mirror. He started to yell as he plunged face first into the mirror.

With a crash, Harry fell into what he recognized as the entrance hall. He jumped to his feet, looking around in confusion.

Then he saw four very familiar people. He stared at them.

He was in the Marauder's time. Harry was stuck in a time warp.

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James yanked his wand out of his pocket and advanced on the stranger. "Who are you?" he barked at the boy.

Harry tried not to pass out. He couldn't say who he really was. He need time to come up with a name that they wouldn't be familiar with. "Why do you want to know?"

James was caught off guard with this comment. "Because I've never seen you around here before," he said, blinking at him.

Sirius and the others came up next to James and squinted at Harry, who in turn looked rather expressionless. "Mate, he looks just like you..." he said, nudging James. "Except the eyes and the scar. How'd you get it?" he asked, targeting the question at Harry.

Harry decided to tell the truth... or part of it. "Voldemort," he growled, anger and disgust evident in his voice as he spoke of his enemy.

James looked back at the boy, his expression softening. "Did you just come this year?" he asked calmly.

Here was his opportunity to come up with a good lie that was mixed in with the truth. He turned his head to look out of a nearby window. "I was living with Muggles," he told them. "My mum's sister and her family. My parents were killed by Voldemort when I was younger," he said, noting that the boy standing in front of him was one of those parents.

He turned his head back to the group of boys. "Er, would you take me to Dumbledore?" he sheepishly asked them.

Sirius nodded, then grabbed Harry's arm and began to pull him up the stairs.

They reached Dumbledore's office. Harry started through the passageway. James suddenly remembered something.

"We never caught you name!" he yelled back to him.

He thought a second. "Harry!" he called back.