Disclaimer: I am not J.K. Rowling, I do not own these characters, or Harry Potter. But if I did... *sighs* imagine the money.
"Lily, Albus!" James Sirius Potter called his two little siblings names, who were both sitting next to him. They were all enjoying a normal Sunday morning, or at least, Lily and Albus were. The three had decided every Sunday morning they would meet under the biggest tree on the grounds and talk, catch up, hang out, or sometimes they would wander around and cause mischief. They did this because they were all in separate houses and years, so they didn't have much time to spend together. And they'd be damned if they drifted apart, they were close before Hogwarts, they are close in Hogwarts, and they'd be close after Hogwarts.
"Yes sir," called Lily, rolling over from her book to face James.
"Jamie," replied Albus glumly, he knew what his brother was going to say, and he knew what that'd lead him to do.
"I'm bored, and all you two are doing is reading and homework. Come on, we're the Potter's! We have to do some exciting! Or at least something to occupy ourselves!"
Lily sighed and Albus shoved the transfiguration essay in his book bag.
"Or you could help me with my homework, James. Or maybe you could help Lily, I know she has some homework. After all, it's late in fourth year; they'd be beginning to prep them for O.W.L.s, right?"
"Oh give me a break, Al. You're the smartest Ravenclaw in the whole school (don't tell Rose I said that) and Lily is the smartest in her whole year, neither of you need homework help," huffed James stubbornly.
"Don't you think," questioned Lily, "that since when all we do every week is something fun, it'd be unusual and exciting to just sit and spend quality family time with each other and be content with just our company?"
James looked at her, "Well, yeah. I mean it'd be unusual and I like both of your company but what would I do? Just sit here? That's no fun!"
"You just said that Albus and I are the smartest in our years, let us help you with your homework," soothed Lily in a calming voice, bringing James out of his tantrum.
"Yes, your bound to have some with your N.E.W.T.s in just a couple of days," continued Albus in the same voice. Even though he wasn't actually in Slytherin, but he could keep with Lily and her sly moves and persuading voice easily.
"Come on, Jamie, I know you don't want to do it yourself," smiled Lily sweetly.
So James, Al, and Lily sat under the big tree in Hogwarts doing each other's homework, laughing and smiling at funny phrases that came up, such as, "Insert the Lotivacus Stick inside the Beetis Hole and drop into the steaming cauldron to complete the potion."
After a while, Albus began to search through his bag for a certain book before he came across something else. "What-" He pulled out a golden chain with a hourglass that had different knobs and engravings.
"It's so pretty!" exclaimed Lily.
"Where'd you get that? What is it? Can it do something cool?" James fired off several questions.
"It's Rose's time turner," Al whispered, even though no one was around. "I'm not supposed to know she has it, but I accidently saw her us it one day. It helps her get to all the different classes she takes, like Aunt Hermione did. Only difference is that this one was studied on by Aunt 'Mione and her coworkers, so it could possibly go back farther in time then most time turners."
"How long," whispered Lily in awe.
"Dunno. But they are trying to get it to go back years. Maybe a couple of decades at most."
Lily took it gingerly from her brother, "It's so beautiful! That'd be so cool, going back a couple of years; we could even go back into the Second War. Is there any way to get back?"
"No, that's why they momentarily stopped the research. They're trying to find a way to get back, so it's not a good idea," Albus was right, it was not a good idea.
"That sucks, we could go back in time an save people. Like that Uncle Fred and Teddy's parents. Or maybe Dad's godfather or his old potions teacher, imagine!" sighed James pondering the possibilities.
"Yes, well, we'd better get it back to Rosie. She's going to it need for school tomorrow, remember?" chimed Lily and began to stand.
"And we could get food too. I'm hungry, complained Al, rubbing his growling stomach.
"Can I hold it? I'm the only one who hasn't!" James asked Lily, who shrugged and handed it to her eldest brother.
"Careful with that Jamie. You're real clumsy, and we don't need that thing being dropped," cautioned Albus.
"Why not?"
"Because," explained Lily, "if it breaks, then the people closest to it will be sent back in time to the farthest it will go back in time, understand?"
"Yes, no dropping, be very careful." nodded James solemnly.
Unfortunately, fate had other ideas in its mind. As they made their way up the slope to the castle, Rodney Tiners and his gang cornered them.
"Ah, if it isn't the three Potter's. I suppose you're on your way to do some good deeds," (To James), "discover some new potion or magical creature or whatever," (to Albus), "and torment some mudbloods and become more a disgrace to the family name you already are." (To Lily).
Rodney Tiner's group came from every house except Slytherin, but the same year, Albus' year. He, Rodney, Scorpius, and Rose used to be friends, the closest group ever four ever, and that's including the Marauders. But then in their third year, when Lily was sorted into Slytherin, a lot of people rebuked her and stopped talking to her, and made up stories that framed her as a mean, bloodthirsty bitch like Bellatrix Lestrange was. The only people who would talk to her was Albus, Rose, Hugo, Scoripus, and all the new friends she made in Slytherin. Everyone else hated her, even Jamie did for a while. But then they made up in her second year and everything was back to normal. Well, almost everything was back to normal.
Rodney knew Lily long since before she came to Hogwarts, and they were close, extremely close. Like, their-parents-bet-on-whether-or-not-they'll-marry-some-day, close. But when charming, pretty little Lily Luna was placed in Slytherin, he hated her. Even though he himself was a Ravenclaw, he hated Slytherins with a passion no Gryffindor could match. So, the friendship and trust he and her shared came crashing down. And when her cousin, brother, and Scorpius didn't hate her, he decided to hate them too.
Other members of Rodney's "League of Hate for Potter/Weasley's" is Kyle Fletcher (Gryffindor) , Mason Warrington (Ravenclaw), Thor Wood (Gryffindor), and Lance Macmillan (Hufflepuff), and Frank Longbottom (Hufflepuff). They weren't dumb, great big bully's either. They didn't just pick on anyone, just Potters or Weasleys. And only because the Potter/Weasley clan accepted Slytherins in a way no other non-Slytherins ever did. And considering the fact of who they're parents were, it made "The League of Hate," hate them that much more.
Back to the current situation, "No one around here is persecuting mudbloods, Tiners, sorry for the disappointment. Now would you please, shut your big mouth, get out of my way, and leave us alone?" demanded Lily.
"No thanks Potter. On the contrary, I think it should be you who should shut their muzzle," smirked Warrington.
James instantly stepped forward and began to pull out his wand, no one implied his little sister was a bitch and got away with it.
"James, no it's not worth it," exclaimed his sister, but it was too late. What she wanted to say was, No you bloody idiot, you'll drop the Time Turner! But it wouldn't have done any good anyway. He already dropped it, and instead of falling on smooth, soft grass, it fell on a hard, solid stone.
The hourglass cracked and Lily, James, and Albus were swiped up into what felt like tornado that was pulling the insides out. They knew from side-appareting with older cousins, aunts, uncles, and parents that this is what apparateing felt like.
They next thing they knew there was a loud whooshing sound, and the three fell to their knees in front of a crowd of kids. The crowd featured a greasy haired Slytherin being levitated upside down from his ankle by two dark haired Gryffindor's, who appeared to be previously been yelled at by a green eyed red head who looked a lot like Lily. Two other people who stood out was a short, fat, blonde watery eyed boy who stood close to two previously mentioned Gryffindor's. And another who was sitting away from the crowd beneath the Potter's favorite tree reading a book. He was a thin boy with sandy hair and a lot of scars on his face.
"Bloody Hell," breathed Albus.
"Damn," agreed James.
Lily just simply said, "Fuck, fuck and fuck!"