Authors note Will involve Time Travel, and characters reading the books. Maurauder Era

Disclaimer: I don't own this. But I wouldn't mind having Hermione, Tonks, Remus, Sirius or Lily on loan...oh yeah, I do own Beatrice and Robert

WARNING! Will contain slash

Chapter 1 - Time Travel

I was just lying there on my bed. Reading. Well, it was Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire for like, the fith time. And then something really weird happened. At exactly two minutes past two in the afternoon on the 8th July, 2014, I turned seventeen. At that moment, I wished I was with the Maurauders at the beginnig of their seventh year. All of a sudden, I was in a swirling blue vortex, and then I landed in a random room. I had no idea where I was. But all my stuff was there. Books, writing, keyboard, make-up, chocolate supply...wait, I didn't have a chocolate supply. My brother ate it.

"Where am I?" I wondered aloud. A piece of parchment floated in front of my face. The Room of Requirement, Hogwarts, August 31st, 1979. 19 years before I was born.

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"Can I get a map? I think I need to see Dumbledore." A map appeared, and I ran out of the room, heading to the Headmaster's office. I got to the gargoyle, and tried every password I could think of, finally coming to bloody Lemon Drops. Seriously. Then again, this was Dumbledore after all.

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"Professor?" I said, entering the room. "Robert?! What the hell?!" I practically yelled, catching sight of my ex-boyfriend and best friend. (And yes, I did still have feelings for him)

"I could say the same to you."

"Professor, could you explain?"

"Certainly. I believe that young..."

"Beatrice."

"As I was saying, I believe that young Beatrice here came into her magic when she turned seventeen. It may be possible that you have powers beyond belief, or it was just the fact that it was the height of your magic that caused you to travel back in time and bring Robert here with you. There may be one small problem. I don't think you can go home, so I suggest you attend seventh year here. I'm sure that the professors and whatever friends you may make will help you out, and the first half of the term is revision of all the years."

"I can't go home. Ever." I whisphered in shock.

"I am afraid not. Now, you will have to go to Diagon Alley to buy your school things today, as term starts tomorrow."

"What about sorting us?"

"You are so going to be in Ravenclaw."

"Am not!"

"Are too."

"Shut up."

"Miss Beatrice, if you will?" The Sorting Hat was placed on my head.

"Hmm. Loyal. Cunning. Clever. Brave. But where to put you?"

"Gryffindor, or you will not be a hat much longer." I though fiercely.

"In that case, then it had better be GRYFFINDOR!" The process was repeated with Robert, and he too was put into Gryffindor. We flooed to the Leaky Cauldron, and spent the rest of the day shopping. I got the most gorgeous black cat, called Merlin, and quite a few extra books. We haede back to Hogwarts at about half eight, and claimed our private rooms in Gryffindor Tower. Our cover story was that we were American transfers, but we were originally British.