When you read this story, it might sound familiar to you, if you've read any of my other work. This is because it is a complete rewrite of my first fanfiction, 'It's in Your Blood' (story 1663650). As I have been reminded by several reviewers, the words 'This story is not abandoned, but it is on hold for two weeks', has been my downfall, and I promised myself I would write. And here you are.

And don't let the fact that this is a re-write scare you, there is no need to read the original story, unless you want to see how bad it was!

It was a year since I wrote the latest chapter for the original fic, and in that time, my style has greatly changed and improved. I could not write subsequent chapters for that same fic, and I was a little unhappy at leaving it for the rest of time. So here you are, this is the result. These chapters wont be a carbon copy of 'Blood', with a couple of added lines; this is a major re-write, and some chapters may have almost or no resemblance to the original.

Oh, also, I don't own Harry, Sirius, James or anyone else. They all came from J.K. Rowling's head, not my own, I don't own anything, as sad as I am to announce.

And finally, tell me what you think, whether you like it, hate it, don't understand something, think something will work better another way, wanna ask a question, or wanna give a comment. All reviews welcome, and please, enjoy!

Anyway, enough of the talk, and on with the story.

In a dormitory at the top of the Gryffindor tower, a young man stood captivated by what lay in his palm, an open book propped up before him. Unknown to him, a second person crept up behind him, a sly smile on his face as he got ready to pounce.

"Shouldn't you be down on the Quidditch pitch?" the first man said, not taking his eyes off the pages, nor the object in his hand. James sighed.

"Nah, I've got a couple of minutes yet. Besides, they wont be able to play without me, I'm their principle flyer. And how…?"

"James, how long have I known you?"

"Too long. But in all the years I've known you, I've never seen you so captivated in a book, unless it was on the magic of mischief and tricks."

"And I've never known you to risk the beginning of a match. Go on, get down there. I'll just be up here for a couple more minutes, just let me finish."

James leaned over and read the title of the book. "'The art and trials of time travellers: methods of time travel.' Time travel rings?" James reached forward and inspected the two rings on his friends palm.

"Yeah. I saw them in my parents house, when I was checking my parents rooms for any 'confiscated' items of mine. Found it in one of the draws."

"You sure its going to work?"

"Pretty sure."

Just then, they were interrupted by the arrival of two more boys. "James? Sirius? You're needed down on the Quidditch pitch. Game, remember?"

"Yes, Remus, we're coming. Anyway, it will be perfect to our cause!" Sirius finished to James. Peter, the forth boy, was at a loss.

"Cause?"

"Mischief, Wormtail, mischief. Where have you been for the last five years?" Sometimes, Sirius just had to wonder at Peter's stupidity.

"James, as much as I admire your scheming, you have a match. Against Slytherin. Now, off! Go! Now!" Remus chided, pushing James as he rushed past them, grabbing his broom, and rushed out of the door.

"So, what was this that you've been scheming? And are my eyes deceiving me, or is that an open book, laying before you. Honestly, Mr. Black, I would have expected better from you!" Remus joked, settling down beside the two remaining friends. His eyes caught the rings in Sirius' arms.

"So- Time charm rings?"

"See? What did I tell you? Text book with arms! Didn't need this!" Sirius joked, slamming the book shut.

"Yeah, but, isn't it often that time travellers using this method have on countless times left the return journey ring behind? The rings act as return-way train tickets. You can go in time and come back, but you can never stay in that time permanently."

"I've thought of that. That's why we're going to leave the return ring in a safe hidden place here." Sirius said, pointing to a lose brick in the stonework of the tower.

"Its fool-proof!" he added, his eyes now glittering.

"Anyway, we've got to go, guys. Gotta see James win us another game against Slytherin. I bet him several galleons that it would be longer then the one against Ravenclaw, don't want to lose that money just because I missed the beginning of the game." Remus said, and then they all headed for the door, leaving the top most room of the Gryffindor tower completely empty.

Completely empty, except for two rings, left hidden in its stonework.