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Harry Potter was really confused, really, really, confused.
A moment before he was in his transfiguration class, trying not to show signs of his boredom, and the next moment, a cloaked figure comes in and castes a spell on him, and make him travel to some 'time' unknown.
Dumbledore had warned him that something like this might happen, Dumbledore had told him that Voldemort might try and transfer him back in time and try to get rid of James, Lily-who are his parents, and him at the same time.
He ran as fast as he can to the headmaster's office, from what Dumbledore told him, Albus Dumbledore himself had traveled back in time and explained the situation to his younger counter-part, and they have been trying to prevent this, but something went wrong, and the only hope in correcting it, is for Harry to go back into the future, but not before saving his parents, of course.
He stood before the stone gargoyles, and guessed almost every single candy in the muggle world, before coming upon the password, which was really surprising, it was 'mars bars'.
Harry knocked on the door, and went in when someone inside had told him to go in, hopefully, the person is Dumbledore.
"Ah, Mr. Potter, what is it this time, James?" Dumbledore asked him calmly.
"I'm, I'm not James, sir." Harry said, he knew he looked like his father, but surely Dumbledore of all the people could tell the difference, but then again, this is Dumbledore who has never seen him before.
"Oh, terribly sorry, Harry Potter, right?" Dumbledore asked, with the usual twinkle in his eyes.
"Yes sir, Professor Dumbledore, er, the one in my time, told me to come to you if anything like this happens." Harry replied, glad that this Dumbledore at least knows what's going on, or so he hoped he does.
"Of course, you are welcome to stay here until we find a way to get you back to the future." This Dumbledore said.
"But, don't you have a way, I mean, I thought the professor Dumbledore in my time has already came back in to the past and talked to you." Harry asked.
"Ah, yes, but he has a time-turner, and it only works in a loop, do you understand me Harry?" Dumbledore tried to explain.
"Not really," Said Harry, more confused than before.
"You see, it can only take you back in the past, and it will only take you back to the future if you used it to get to the past," Dumbledore tried yet again to explain, "Now do you understand?"
"Yes sir, so I have to stay here?" Harry asked.
"Yes, I'm afraid so Harry, you will stay in Gryffindor, where, I'm sure the Marauders will show you around, and not to mention Lily." Dumbledore said. "You are free to tell them anything you wish, for they will have a memory charm put on them anyways. Now, I understand that you're in your sixth year, but has already taken your N.E.W.T.s?"
"Yes sir," Harry replied, Dumbledore had felt that it was necessary for him to get extra tutoring, and taking his N.E.W.T.s seems to be a great way to inspire him to study.
"But you still have to attend regular classes, I'm afraid." Dumbledore said, "And I understand that you were, or shall we say will be, the seeker of Gryffindor?"
"Yes sir," Harry said, cheering up a bit when it came to Quidditch.
"I'm sorry to inform you that James is already the seeker, however, you could always take his place if you feel that he is not good enough. From what I heard, you will be one of the best."
"Er, thank you sir, I think I'll just for a change." Harry said, "But my stuff."
"Ah, don't worry, you will find your trunk already in your dormitory, and your books will be given to you when you go to the class. Your broomstick is also with your trunk, as is your owl. You have you wand?"
"Yes sir, thank you sir." Harry said, he was happy that he still has his broomstick.
"One more thing before you go, Mr. Potter, to everyone else in the school, you will be a transfer student, and referred to as Mr. Summers, is that understood?" Dumbledore asked.
"Yes sir." Harry said, he had just realized that he has been saying the same thing for the whole meeting.
"Then I'll accompany you to your class, I'm sure that it's transfiguration." Dumbledore said, getting up from behind his desk, "By the way, how did you get the right password?"
"Well, your password is always a muggle type of candy, so it wasn't really hard to go through all of them." Harry answered.
"My, my, how many times have you been in my office? Only the teachers and the Marauders know that aside from myself." Dumbledore said as he chuckled and walked down the hallway to the transfiguration class.
Dumbledore had told everyone in transfiguration class about Harry, and him being transferred here from another school.
Everyone seems eager to ask Harry about his past, but professor McGonagall had told everyone to settle down before they could pose any more questions.
Harry was told to sit beside the Marauders, and to his disgust, Peter.
They were learning how to transfigure a pencil into a kind of bird, which of course, Harry has no trouble doing, so he didn't bother to listen to McGonagall, instead, he chose to look around the room, see if there's anyone that he recognized.
He first spotted James, Sirius and Remus, of course, seeing as they were sitting right beside him. Then he looked around the room, he saw a boy who looks amazingly like Neville Longbottom, and assumed that he was Frank Longbottom, Neville's father. He then saw a girl with long red hair, and emerald eyes much like his own. Harry was sure that this was his mother.
He was going to look around some more, but someone poked his shoulder, he immediately turned, only to see McGonagall staring at him sternly in front of the class.
"Mr. Summers, the headmaster has told me that you were quite advanced on your studies, perhaps you would like to tell us how advanced you are." McGonagall said, wasn't much of a question, more like a command.
Harry stood up, and cleared his throat, "Er, I'm done my N.E.W.T.s, and had gotten top marks in every one of them."
"Very impressive Mr. Summers, but if you don't mind me asking, what courses did you choose to take in your third year?" McGonagall asked in a much kinder tone.
"Er, I chose Divination, Astronomy, but then I didn't like Divination, so I changed to Ancient Runs last year." Harry replied.
"And you also got top mark in Ancient Runs despise that fact that you missed two years of it?" One of the students asked in a mocking tone.
"As a matter of fact," Harry replied as he looked for the voice, and was not surprised that it came from Malfoy, "Lucious Malfoy, I did."
"H, how did you know my name?" Malfoy asked, surprised.
"I know lots of things." Harry said.
The transfiguration class went through without another question fired at him, but at the end of the class, McGonagall was called away, and they were left on their own to clean up and go to the next class.
"Hey Summers." Malfoy yelled from the door.
Harry raised his head to see, and it was just in time too, apparently, Malfoy has conjured up a snake, which was flying right at Harry, and landed just in front of him. Several students let out a gasp of horror.
Harry stood at where he was, starring at the snake. He had been in this kind of situation once, in his second year, Harry and Malfoy Jr. had been in a duel, and Draco, being the gentleman that he was, conjured up a snake, cutting the story short, Harry had found out that he was a Parselmouth, and the whole school had thought that he was the heir of Slytherin. 'Like father like son,' Harry thought. Harry was having a mental argument with himself on whether to order the Snake to go away, or to just stand there and wait for the snake to bite him, of course, the first one was more appealing to him.
"Don't bite me, go to the Forbidden Foressst." Harry hissed at the snake, "I order you to."
"Very well, assssss you wisssshhhh." The snake replied, and crawled away, while the rest of the class was starring at him, some in awe, but mostly in horror.
"Did you hear him?" whispers suddenly broke out.
"He's a Parselmouth."
"He's in Gryffindor, he can't be."
"He might be the heir of Slytherin."
"That was cool." The last common bought Harry back to reality, looking around to see who said that, he found Sirius by his side, looking at him in awe, "That was really cool, the thing you did with the snake, do you think you could teach me sometimes?"
Harry would have laughed, if it weren't for everybody else starring at them.
"Sirius, a Parselmouth can't be taught, you have to have it in your blood." Remus Lupin said as he stepped beside Sirius.
"Oh," Sirius said, looking a bit disappointed.
"Come on, let's get to class." Remus said, tugging Sirius at the corner of his sleeve.
"Hey, Harry right? Come with us, it's your first day, so Remus is suppose to show you around." Sirius said, looking cheerful again.
Harry looked at Remus, his former, or shall we say future professor at Hogwarts. Remus didn't look too happy about that idea, so Harry decided that he would refuse, but the next offer was made to him by someone he couldn't say no to.
"Harry Summers, come on, you're welcome to come along with us if you want." James said. James, his father, Harry's father, has offered his friendship, so there was no way that Harry could refuse.
"Er, sure, thanks." Harry replied, and packed up his things. "What do we have next?"
"Potions, nasty class if you ask me, and not to mention that it's with the Slytherins too." James said, frowning as if he smelled something rotten.
"I have to agree with you on that one, James," Sirius said, "Like it's not bad enough that we have transfiguration with those gits, we have potions with that, and not to mention that the professor is the head of their house, so he favors them so much."
"Some things just don't change." Harry muttered.
"Did you say something, Harry?" Remus asked, being the closest to Harry.
"No, nothing." Harry replied.
"Isn't Peter lucky," James said all of a sudden, spotting a small figure trying to make his way towards the group, "He gets to miss transfiguration because the herbology professor has to talk to him."
"Peter!" Harry yelled with malice in his tone.
"Yeah, he's one of our best friends, do you have a problem with him? Because it sounded like you do." Remus immediately said. He's usually not like this, but being around a Parselmouth really gets under his skin.
"Er, I, no, there was this guy at my old school, his name is Peter too, he's really evil. I guess I just didn't get over him yet." Harry quickly invented a lie.
"Good," Remus said, "So, why are you a Parselmouth and why do you look so much like James?"
"Er, well, I don't really know, I wasn't born a Parselmouth though, I became one when this really evil dark wizard came after me and cursed me, but I escaped, and that's how I got the scar too. And I don't know why I look so much like James." Harry replied quickly, too quickly for Remus' liking.
Remus, being a were-wolf, sensed that the boy beside him was lying, there's just something about him that Remus couldn't get. But then again, thinking that he's evil because he's a Parselmouth is like saying that Remus himself is evil because he's a were-wolf.
"Well, come on, let's get to class then." Sirius said, noting the tension between the two guys.
"Do my ears deceive me? Who are you and what have you done with our friend Sirius?" James demanded.
"Yeah, very funny." Sirius said, "I just don't want Gryffindor to lose anymore points because of us."
"Again, what have you done with Sirius?" James repeated himself.
"Look, I'm trying to be serious here," Sirius said.
"I knew it," James said, making joke of Sirius' name, "You are a fake, so, what did you do with the real serious?"
"Look, James, you know what I mean, so stop doing that." Sirius said, "And by the by, we're really late for class."
"Oh, shoot!" Remus yelled, Harry noted him as the Hermione kind.
"Come on, let's go, we can use the short cut." Harry said without thinking.
"What short cut?" the three others asked at the same time.
"Er, don't you have short cuts to the dungeon?" Harry asked.
"Yeah, but how did you know that Potions is in the dungeons?" Remus asked.
"Er, isn't every Potions class? It was in my old school." Harry quickly covered his mistake up with another lie.
"Well, I guess that makes sense." Sirius said, "And even if it doesn't, we don't have time to argue here. We're almost five minutes late for class!"
The four boys run to the dungeons where Potions were help, but only to crash into someone in the hallway.
"Ah, Mr. Summers, just the person I was looking for." Dumbledore said as he helped the boys to their feet.
"Yes Professor Dumbledore?" Harry asked, hoping that he wasn't in trouble.
"I'm only passing on a message from a friend of yours." Dumbledore said, and gave Harry an envelope addressed to Harry Potter.
"It's from a friend?" Harry asked suspiciously, he doesn't know anybody in this time yet, except for the people at Hogwarts.
"You might want to read it first before coming to me and questioning me." Dumbledore said with a twinkle in his eyes.
"Right, sorry sir." Harry muttered, while opening the envelope.
Dear Harry,
I'm sure that you're okay right now, with Dumbledore watching over you, but I still want you to be careful, especially with Malfoy there. I'm not very worried about Snape, he's not going to do you any harm. I know this because I just remembered the visit that you gave us after you were transported.
You're posing as Harry Summers, good luck with that. Watch out for Remus, he's too smart for his own good, and might be able to discover your little secret.
If it's necessary, blackmail him with what he is. (don't tell Remus I told you this.)
Good Luck, I hope to see you soon.
Your Godfather
"It's from Snuffles." Harry mumbled, and looked at Dumbledore, "Is he all right? Did he come here?"
"No, Harry. The letter arrived with an owl and a time-turner, I'm sorry but he didn't come here. I expect him to be all right, since he is writing to you."
"Thank you sir, this helps a lot." Harry said, and he meant it. Now that he has the permission to threaten Remus if he needs to, he feels more secure.
"Very well, I think you should go to Potions now, I have already informed the Professor of why you're late." Dumbledore said, "And Harry, do try to help your fellow students"
Harry noticed that Dumbledore was looking at the Marauders when he said that, and Harry couldn't help but grin.
"Of course sir." Harry replied, then turned to his new found friends. "Come on you guys, we're so late for class now."
They ran to Potions class, and silently took a seat in the front, providing that there were no more seats at the back.
Harry looked over, and was just in time to see James grinning at Severus, and caught the smile that Snape sent back to James.
'What's going on? I thought they hated each other.' Harry thought, and turned in time to see Sirius and Remus doing the same to Snape, and getting the same reaction. 'I'll have to ask them about this when I get back to the future.'
**Hope you like it, took me forever. Reviews, I need reviews!!!!!! Next chapter be up in about a week or so**
Harry Potter was really confused, really, really, confused.
A moment before he was in his transfiguration class, trying not to show signs of his boredom, and the next moment, a cloaked figure comes in and castes a spell on him, and make him travel to some 'time' unknown.
Dumbledore had warned him that something like this might happen, Dumbledore had told him that Voldemort might try and transfer him back in time and try to get rid of James, Lily-who are his parents, and him at the same time.
He ran as fast as he can to the headmaster's office, from what Dumbledore told him, Albus Dumbledore himself had traveled back in time and explained the situation to his younger counter-part, and they have been trying to prevent this, but something went wrong, and the only hope in correcting it, is for Harry to go back into the future, but not before saving his parents, of course.
He stood before the stone gargoyles, and guessed almost every single candy in the muggle world, before coming upon the password, which was really surprising, it was 'mars bars'.
Harry knocked on the door, and went in when someone inside had told him to go in, hopefully, the person is Dumbledore.
"Ah, Mr. Potter, what is it this time, James?" Dumbledore asked him calmly.
"I'm, I'm not James, sir." Harry said, he knew he looked like his father, but surely Dumbledore of all the people could tell the difference, but then again, this is Dumbledore who has never seen him before.
"Oh, terribly sorry, Harry Potter, right?" Dumbledore asked, with the usual twinkle in his eyes.
"Yes sir, Professor Dumbledore, er, the one in my time, told me to come to you if anything like this happens." Harry replied, glad that this Dumbledore at least knows what's going on, or so he hoped he does.
"Of course, you are welcome to stay here until we find a way to get you back to the future." This Dumbledore said.
"But, don't you have a way, I mean, I thought the professor Dumbledore in my time has already came back in to the past and talked to you." Harry asked.
"Ah, yes, but he has a time-turner, and it only works in a loop, do you understand me Harry?" Dumbledore tried to explain.
"Not really," Said Harry, more confused than before.
"You see, it can only take you back in the past, and it will only take you back to the future if you used it to get to the past," Dumbledore tried yet again to explain, "Now do you understand?"
"Yes sir, so I have to stay here?" Harry asked.
"Yes, I'm afraid so Harry, you will stay in Gryffindor, where, I'm sure the Marauders will show you around, and not to mention Lily." Dumbledore said. "You are free to tell them anything you wish, for they will have a memory charm put on them anyways. Now, I understand that you're in your sixth year, but has already taken your N.E.W.T.s?"
"Yes sir," Harry replied, Dumbledore had felt that it was necessary for him to get extra tutoring, and taking his N.E.W.T.s seems to be a great way to inspire him to study.
"But you still have to attend regular classes, I'm afraid." Dumbledore said, "And I understand that you were, or shall we say will be, the seeker of Gryffindor?"
"Yes sir," Harry said, cheering up a bit when it came to Quidditch.
"I'm sorry to inform you that James is already the seeker, however, you could always take his place if you feel that he is not good enough. From what I heard, you will be one of the best."
"Er, thank you sir, I think I'll just for a change." Harry said, "But my stuff."
"Ah, don't worry, you will find your trunk already in your dormitory, and your books will be given to you when you go to the class. Your broomstick is also with your trunk, as is your owl. You have you wand?"
"Yes sir, thank you sir." Harry said, he was happy that he still has his broomstick.
"One more thing before you go, Mr. Potter, to everyone else in the school, you will be a transfer student, and referred to as Mr. Summers, is that understood?" Dumbledore asked.
"Yes sir." Harry said, he had just realized that he has been saying the same thing for the whole meeting.
"Then I'll accompany you to your class, I'm sure that it's transfiguration." Dumbledore said, getting up from behind his desk, "By the way, how did you get the right password?"
"Well, your password is always a muggle type of candy, so it wasn't really hard to go through all of them." Harry answered.
"My, my, how many times have you been in my office? Only the teachers and the Marauders know that aside from myself." Dumbledore said as he chuckled and walked down the hallway to the transfiguration class.
Dumbledore had told everyone in transfiguration class about Harry, and him being transferred here from another school.
Everyone seems eager to ask Harry about his past, but professor McGonagall had told everyone to settle down before they could pose any more questions.
Harry was told to sit beside the Marauders, and to his disgust, Peter.
They were learning how to transfigure a pencil into a kind of bird, which of course, Harry has no trouble doing, so he didn't bother to listen to McGonagall, instead, he chose to look around the room, see if there's anyone that he recognized.
He first spotted James, Sirius and Remus, of course, seeing as they were sitting right beside him. Then he looked around the room, he saw a boy who looks amazingly like Neville Longbottom, and assumed that he was Frank Longbottom, Neville's father. He then saw a girl with long red hair, and emerald eyes much like his own. Harry was sure that this was his mother.
He was going to look around some more, but someone poked his shoulder, he immediately turned, only to see McGonagall staring at him sternly in front of the class.
"Mr. Summers, the headmaster has told me that you were quite advanced on your studies, perhaps you would like to tell us how advanced you are." McGonagall said, wasn't much of a question, more like a command.
Harry stood up, and cleared his throat, "Er, I'm done my N.E.W.T.s, and had gotten top marks in every one of them."
"Very impressive Mr. Summers, but if you don't mind me asking, what courses did you choose to take in your third year?" McGonagall asked in a much kinder tone.
"Er, I chose Divination, Astronomy, but then I didn't like Divination, so I changed to Ancient Runs last year." Harry replied.
"And you also got top mark in Ancient Runs despise that fact that you missed two years of it?" One of the students asked in a mocking tone.
"As a matter of fact," Harry replied as he looked for the voice, and was not surprised that it came from Malfoy, "Lucious Malfoy, I did."
"H, how did you know my name?" Malfoy asked, surprised.
"I know lots of things." Harry said.
The transfiguration class went through without another question fired at him, but at the end of the class, McGonagall was called away, and they were left on their own to clean up and go to the next class.
"Hey Summers." Malfoy yelled from the door.
Harry raised his head to see, and it was just in time too, apparently, Malfoy has conjured up a snake, which was flying right at Harry, and landed just in front of him. Several students let out a gasp of horror.
Harry stood at where he was, starring at the snake. He had been in this kind of situation once, in his second year, Harry and Malfoy Jr. had been in a duel, and Draco, being the gentleman that he was, conjured up a snake, cutting the story short, Harry had found out that he was a Parselmouth, and the whole school had thought that he was the heir of Slytherin. 'Like father like son,' Harry thought. Harry was having a mental argument with himself on whether to order the Snake to go away, or to just stand there and wait for the snake to bite him, of course, the first one was more appealing to him.
"Don't bite me, go to the Forbidden Foressst." Harry hissed at the snake, "I order you to."
"Very well, assssss you wisssshhhh." The snake replied, and crawled away, while the rest of the class was starring at him, some in awe, but mostly in horror.
"Did you hear him?" whispers suddenly broke out.
"He's a Parselmouth."
"He's in Gryffindor, he can't be."
"He might be the heir of Slytherin."
"That was cool." The last common bought Harry back to reality, looking around to see who said that, he found Sirius by his side, looking at him in awe, "That was really cool, the thing you did with the snake, do you think you could teach me sometimes?"
Harry would have laughed, if it weren't for everybody else starring at them.
"Sirius, a Parselmouth can't be taught, you have to have it in your blood." Remus Lupin said as he stepped beside Sirius.
"Oh," Sirius said, looking a bit disappointed.
"Come on, let's get to class." Remus said, tugging Sirius at the corner of his sleeve.
"Hey, Harry right? Come with us, it's your first day, so Remus is suppose to show you around." Sirius said, looking cheerful again.
Harry looked at Remus, his former, or shall we say future professor at Hogwarts. Remus didn't look too happy about that idea, so Harry decided that he would refuse, but the next offer was made to him by someone he couldn't say no to.
"Harry Summers, come on, you're welcome to come along with us if you want." James said. James, his father, Harry's father, has offered his friendship, so there was no way that Harry could refuse.
"Er, sure, thanks." Harry replied, and packed up his things. "What do we have next?"
"Potions, nasty class if you ask me, and not to mention that it's with the Slytherins too." James said, frowning as if he smelled something rotten.
"I have to agree with you on that one, James," Sirius said, "Like it's not bad enough that we have transfiguration with those gits, we have potions with that, and not to mention that the professor is the head of their house, so he favors them so much."
"Some things just don't change." Harry muttered.
"Did you say something, Harry?" Remus asked, being the closest to Harry.
"No, nothing." Harry replied.
"Isn't Peter lucky," James said all of a sudden, spotting a small figure trying to make his way towards the group, "He gets to miss transfiguration because the herbology professor has to talk to him."
"Peter!" Harry yelled with malice in his tone.
"Yeah, he's one of our best friends, do you have a problem with him? Because it sounded like you do." Remus immediately said. He's usually not like this, but being around a Parselmouth really gets under his skin.
"Er, I, no, there was this guy at my old school, his name is Peter too, he's really evil. I guess I just didn't get over him yet." Harry quickly invented a lie.
"Good," Remus said, "So, why are you a Parselmouth and why do you look so much like James?"
"Er, well, I don't really know, I wasn't born a Parselmouth though, I became one when this really evil dark wizard came after me and cursed me, but I escaped, and that's how I got the scar too. And I don't know why I look so much like James." Harry replied quickly, too quickly for Remus' liking.
Remus, being a were-wolf, sensed that the boy beside him was lying, there's just something about him that Remus couldn't get. But then again, thinking that he's evil because he's a Parselmouth is like saying that Remus himself is evil because he's a were-wolf.
"Well, come on, let's get to class then." Sirius said, noting the tension between the two guys.
"Do my ears deceive me? Who are you and what have you done with our friend Sirius?" James demanded.
"Yeah, very funny." Sirius said, "I just don't want Gryffindor to lose anymore points because of us."
"Again, what have you done with Sirius?" James repeated himself.
"Look, I'm trying to be serious here," Sirius said.
"I knew it," James said, making joke of Sirius' name, "You are a fake, so, what did you do with the real serious?"
"Look, James, you know what I mean, so stop doing that." Sirius said, "And by the by, we're really late for class."
"Oh, shoot!" Remus yelled, Harry noted him as the Hermione kind.
"Come on, let's go, we can use the short cut." Harry said without thinking.
"What short cut?" the three others asked at the same time.
"Er, don't you have short cuts to the dungeon?" Harry asked.
"Yeah, but how did you know that Potions is in the dungeons?" Remus asked.
"Er, isn't every Potions class? It was in my old school." Harry quickly covered his mistake up with another lie.
"Well, I guess that makes sense." Sirius said, "And even if it doesn't, we don't have time to argue here. We're almost five minutes late for class!"
The four boys run to the dungeons where Potions were help, but only to crash into someone in the hallway.
"Ah, Mr. Summers, just the person I was looking for." Dumbledore said as he helped the boys to their feet.
"Yes Professor Dumbledore?" Harry asked, hoping that he wasn't in trouble.
"I'm only passing on a message from a friend of yours." Dumbledore said, and gave Harry an envelope addressed to Harry Potter.
"It's from a friend?" Harry asked suspiciously, he doesn't know anybody in this time yet, except for the people at Hogwarts.
"You might want to read it first before coming to me and questioning me." Dumbledore said with a twinkle in his eyes.
"Right, sorry sir." Harry muttered, while opening the envelope.
Dear Harry,
I'm sure that you're okay right now, with Dumbledore watching over you, but I still want you to be careful, especially with Malfoy there. I'm not very worried about Snape, he's not going to do you any harm. I know this because I just remembered the visit that you gave us after you were transported.
You're posing as Harry Summers, good luck with that. Watch out for Remus, he's too smart for his own good, and might be able to discover your little secret.
If it's necessary, blackmail him with what he is. (don't tell Remus I told you this.)
Good Luck, I hope to see you soon.
Your Godfather
"It's from Snuffles." Harry mumbled, and looked at Dumbledore, "Is he all right? Did he come here?"
"No, Harry. The letter arrived with an owl and a time-turner, I'm sorry but he didn't come here. I expect him to be all right, since he is writing to you."
"Thank you sir, this helps a lot." Harry said, and he meant it. Now that he has the permission to threaten Remus if he needs to, he feels more secure.
"Very well, I think you should go to Potions now, I have already informed the Professor of why you're late." Dumbledore said, "And Harry, do try to help your fellow students"
Harry noticed that Dumbledore was looking at the Marauders when he said that, and Harry couldn't help but grin.
"Of course sir." Harry replied, then turned to his new found friends. "Come on you guys, we're so late for class now."
They ran to Potions class, and silently took a seat in the front, providing that there were no more seats at the back.
Harry looked over, and was just in time to see James grinning at Severus, and caught the smile that Snape sent back to James.
'What's going on? I thought they hated each other.' Harry thought, and turned in time to see Sirius and Remus doing the same to Snape, and getting the same reaction. 'I'll have to ask them about this when I get back to the future.'
**Hope you like it, took me forever. Reviews, I need reviews!!!!!! Next chapter be up in about a week or so**