Disclaimer: I do not own harry potter or any of J.K's characters (no matter how much I offered her she still wouldn't give them up *pout*)
A fan girl who just finished the sixth book gets sent into the 1970s and meets the Marauders and Snape.
Marauders, Crazy Dogs, Strange Worlds, and Happy Times, Days, and Memories
There was a long silence. The crowd had almost dispersed now, the stragglers giving the monumental figure of Grawp a wide berth as he cuddled Hagrid, whose howls of grief were still echoing across the water.
"We'll be there, Harry," said Ron. "What?" "At your aunt and uncle's house," said Ron.
"And then we'll go with you, wherever you're going." "No —" said Harry quickly; he had not counted on this, he had meant them to understand that he was undertaking this most dangerous journey alone.
"You said to us once before," said Hermione quietly, "that there was time to turn back if we wanted to. We've had time, haven't we?"
"We're with you whatever happens," said Ron. "But, mate, you're going to have to come round my mum and dad's house before we do anything else, even Godric's Hollow."
"Why?" "Bill and Fleur's wedding, remember?" Harry looked at him, startled; the idea that anything as normal as a wedding could still exist seemed incredible and yet wonderful.
"Yeah, we shouldn't miss that," he said finally.
His hand closed automatically around the fake Horcrux, but in spite of everything, in spite of the dark and twisting path he saw stretching ahead for himself, in spite of the final meeting
with Voldemort he knew must come, whether in a month, in a year, or in ten, he felt his heart
lift at the thought that there was still one last golden day of peace left to enjoy with Ron and Hermione.
'Well that sucks, and here I thought Snape had some good in him. Huh, oh well it's just a book after all.'
With that I slammed the book shut, stretching my aching arms and rubbing my sore neck as I got up and out of my uncomfortable chair in my living room.
'Wonder where mum and dad are, they've been gone awhile' I finished stretching and headed to the window to see if anyone is home yet. Not seeing anything I started to turn around when I heard a dog start to bark, which made me jump about a foot in the air, I swear, and smacking my hand in the process.
With a muffled curse I looked around for my annoying, demonic dog. In most houses it really is not that strange to hear a dog barking when you actually own one, but my dog is a strangely quiet little beast so it came as a surprise. 'oh well, I always say that dog is barmy and- okay definitely been reading too much Harry Potter, I am starting to swear in English and everything'
I shook my head to clear my thoughts and looked outside for anything again I did-
There was a flash of black outside that looked almost like a person actually, almost like someone was wearing a black robe and lurking outside in broad daylight.
'that's it, no more Harry Potter books, fan fics or anything related to it for a few days' I told myself firmly ' I swear one of these days I'm going to go insane and start thinking that Harry Potter actually exists' either way I still looked outside again, and there it was again, a flash of black and was that a green light heading straight towards me! Suddenly I was blasted backwards, and hitting my head and knew no more.
I woke up with a pounding headache, and the sun streaming in my eyes. Trying to ignore the pain in my head, I got up and looked around. I was in a nice looking room with expensive looking furniture, pastel green walls, a comfortable bed, and a teenage version of Sirius Black.
'who, wait a second' I took another look at the guy, he was sleeping on a chair with his neck at an awkward angle, in what looked like to be a school uniform at some prep school complete with a tie that was red and gold. He had shoulder length raven black hair, aristocratic features and steely gray eyes that were staring right into mine. My mind scrambling for something to say came up blank because all I could think of is that he looked exactly how I would have imagined a teenage Sirius Black to look like. His gaze was unwavering and a little uncomfortable I started to get up with the intent of leaving the room and trying to make sense of this new development when clumsy little me, I tripped on the sheet and ended up sprawled in his lap. I was mortified, my cheeks definitely matching a Weasely's red hair; I fumbled apologies and cautiously looked up at his expression. To make it worse the jerk was laughing at me. Now instead of mortified I was just angry. I leaped up so I was standing and smacked him on the arm and turned around huffing as I went back and sat on the bed. After a few seconds of getting over his laughing fit and surprise at me smacking him he started to talk,
"I know you said you were clumsy but I just thought you were exaggerating." He looked like he might laugh again and having enough of this I started forward intent on smack him again but he held his hands up in surrender
"Ok, sorry. I didn't know you had a temper that matched Evans" but his lips were still twitching so I settled for glaring at him. That's when his earlier comment about me mentioning my clumsiness registered.
"What do you mean I told you I was clumsy?" he looked at me perplexed
"You know in the dozens of letters we've exchanged?" I just looked at him blankly, not comprehending what he was saying. He started to look concerned,
"I didn't realize you had hit your head that hard, maybe we should take you to see Madam Pomphrey (a/n: spelling?) ?" I had no clue what he was talking about but I had this odd sense that I had exchanged letters with someone from Britain in Hogwarts but that made no sense because until now the only place I ever heard off Hogwarts were in the books and fan fics… wait, maybe I'm dreaming but this sounds a lot like one of those 'girl goes in Hogwarts books and meets marauders' stories, actually I remember reading a couple fan fics were there were alternate universes and some people merged with their alternate selves, that would explain these weird memories I am having, but this can't be real. This has to be a dream. 'Hhmm I could....'
"Why did you just pinch yourself?" I looked over at Sirius, my arm throbbing, the poor guy had no idea how messed up things are now for me and how they will be for him, I shook my head to clear my thoughts. Might as well just be truthful, I should be able to trust him.
"OK, look I think I have amnesia or something here and I am really confused here, and… what the hell are you doing with that stick?!" Now he looked really worried,
"You don't remember magic or anything?!"
"Yeah…"
"Ok, we better get you to Hogwarts." I nodded, but then something registered
"Wait, what do you mean We?" Just then I heard a crash downstairs, I started and once again ended up leaning against Sirius, I heard muffled laughter and shot out of his arms just as the door burst open and three guys ran in, the first one was tall with messy black hair, glasses and hazel eyes, the second one was sandy haired with brown eyes, and had a scholarly air about him, and the third guy was short and chubby, with watery eyes and thick blond hair.
Mop head came up to me and started to talk
"Hey, Ash! I know Padfoot has probably filled you in already but since you haven't ever met us personally, this is Moony, the shy bookworm, Remus Lupin" he gestured to Scholar dude " This is Wormtail, Peter Pettigrew" he gestured to short and chubby " And as you know I am Prongs, the devishly handsome James Potter and that idiot behind you if you haven't already guessed is Padfoot, the moronic Sirius Black" I was really confused now, Sirius had never actually introduced himself but now I know he is Sirius Black, and meeting the Marauders too, alive and teenagers when the year in very possibly in the 1970s, Hogwarts was real too, the pounding headache I had earlier was just getting worse and having my suspicions confirmed of me entering the Harry Potter world just overwhelmed me cause I blacked out, my last thought being "I have truly gone insane, and if not think of the things I could fix!"
Well there you have it, my first story that is actually a story and not a poem or a couple of one-shots. So good, bad!? You decide, so please review and tell me what you thought, what I could fix (be nice to the amateur beginner please!), and any ideas you guys think on ways I could alternate the story, I have a plot but if someone gives me a really good suggestion I will use it and I will make sure to mention their name and what parts were theirs. Cookies for all!
Peace Out (my friend seems to think I am a modern day hippy and rebellious to boot, so I just might write that on all of my stories)
Review or I will sic Padfoot on you! And my little dog too, mwahaaa! Cough…cough… ugh hairball.
