This is my new story. It a time travel fic. It is set in 1993. Please read and review and I hope you enjoy. This is my own idea and I'm sorry if it is similar to any other time travel fics you have read. DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of the characters and I am not making any money from this. J.K. owns the characters.

Chapter 1:Pranks in Potions

Fred's Pov

George and I were walking to the dungeons. The air was cold even though it was early September. The corridors were filled with chatting students heading to their lessons, many waiting for this last lesson to end. George was discussing ideas for our latest prank.

"We should totally use those fireworks we brought in the holidays in potions. It would scare Snape to death."

"But, he will know it's us and we would have to clean out the classroom afterwards, without magic."

"It would be worth it, just to see the look on Snape's face." I couldn't help but agree when I heard a strange noise. It sounded like someone was howling. I told George that I had forgotten some fireworks and that I was quickly going to fetch them. He shrugged and walked into the dark classroom. I turned and ran towards the howling.

?'s Pov

My head was spinning as I landed on the cold dungeon floor. It had all started with a prank in potions. Sirius and James thought it would be funny to put live flatworms in Snape's potion. Slughorn wouldn't agree. I struggled to keep my composure as the bell rang. Snape and Lily left the classroom as well as Slughorn. James dragged Peter, Sirius and I to the potion. The smell was revolting. It smelled like rotting cabbage. All of a sudden the black, treacle like potion exploded over us. I had been spinning when I fell on the dungeon floor. Why was I outside the potions classroom? Where were my friends.

"James, Sirius, Peter, where are you?" I shouted as tears fell down my cheeks. I was howling loudly hoping the others would hear me. I heard footsteps heading towards me. "James, Sirius, Peter, it isn't funny to hide from and try to scare me to death." A man walked towards me. It wasn't my friends. He looked very similar to Arthur Weasley. "Arthur Weasley, is that you?" I couldn't help but get more uncomfortable when the man laughed.

"I'm not Arthur Weasley, I'm Fred Weasley, one half of the famous Weasley twins. Arthur's my dad."

My head was reeling over what I just heard. Arthur and Molly had twins. But, that couldn't be possible, they had only just had Percy. I felt unnerved when Fred kept staring at me. He suddenly noticed the bright badge on my chest. He looked at me flabbergasted. "You're a prefect."

"Yes, why else would I have this badge. I mean James and Sirius were too much trouble makers and Peter isn't exactly that smart and brave and as there are only four Gryffindor boys in my year, Dumbledore had little choice but to give me the badge."

"Who are James, Sirius and Peter?" he asked his cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

"James Potter, Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew. They're my friends in my year. You haven't seen them have you?"

"Well you see James and Peter are dead and Sirius murdered Pettigrew. He was locked up in Azkaban but escaped in the summer. The Ministry is looking for him." I slid down onto the floor crying my eyes out. My friends were gone and I was alone. The potion had killed one of my friends directly and made one of my friends evil. The evil friend killed innocent Peter.

"No. I don't want to be alone again." My heart seemed to be breaking in two. I heard footsteps from a nearby classroom. A familiar drawling voice could be heard.

"Weasley get yourself in this classroom immediately." Fred pulled me off the ground and dragged me towards the classroom door.

George's Pov

Where the hell is Fred? It doesn't take this long to fetch fireworks from our dormitory. Snape seemed to be getting more angry as time passed. He suddenly walked out the classroom to search for Fred. We could hear his shouts. Suddenly Fred walked in. He was escorting a tawny haired boy. His robes looked very shabby and his hair was graying. His amber eyes were alert and weary and his face was covered in scars. He seemed to look at me and then look at Fred. He looked as if he had been crying recently. He didn't look that much older than us. I had a strange gut feeling that we had met this person before. Snape was staring angrily at the small boy before he whispered so quietly that almost anyone couldn't hear. The boy answered the question quietly and Snape insisted that the boy sit with a big Slytherin. Fred walked to the seat next to me. It was unfortunate that we weren't brewing potions to day or else I would have used the fireworks and threw them into Snape's potion.

"Who's the boy then Fred?" I asked struggling to hide my curiosity.

"I didn't ask for his name. It's strange though, he is friends with Harry's dad, Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew, yet he is no older than us. I mean they won't have been in his life since he was three and you don't remember things that early in your life."

"I think we need to talk to him after potions. Find out how he got here."

"He is also a prefect and he thought I was dad."

"Whoa that is really weird." I could help but look at the boy. He looked terrified against the Slytherin. He was much taller and bulkier than the boy. He was busy taking notes as Snape walked on by. Every so often Snape would glare at the boy. The boy seemed to ignore him. The bell suddenly rang when Snape asked to see Fred and, I could have swear he said, Lupin. Both Fred and the boy remained behind. I bid them goodbye and went to meet up with Wood to talk about Quidditch.

Fred's Pov

Snape shouted at me and asked why I was late to his lesson.

"It was because of me Professor." the boy answered quietly.

"I bid you Lupin, to hold your tongue. Now Mr Weasley, why were you late to my lesson?"

"Well you see sir, I heard a noise and went to see what it was. I found this boy and was trying to find out what they were doing in the dungeons. I didn't realise that I spent so long outside the classroom."

"I was wondering where the other had got to sir. Fred heard me crying out and tried to help. If anyone should be punished for Fred being late to your lesson it should be me." Snape seemed a little confused.

"What year are you in?"

"Fifth year sir." the boy answered.

"Weasley, you are to take Lupin to Professor Dumbledore's office immediately." Both me and Lupin left the classroom, but, there was no way that me and Lupin were going to Dumbledore's office right now.

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