Hello everyone, this is my first Harry Potter fanfiction, though I've done a couple of Narnia ones. So, I was wondering what would happen in the two time eras of Marauders met each other? Sounds complicated I know! Some points:

Peter not being there – I really don't think that Peter should be there, as the older versions of Sirius and Remus would probably go over the top and try to kill him again.

Times they came:

James and Lily – an hour before they were killed.

Sirius – Just after Mr Weasley was attacked in the fifth book.

Remus – Just before Bill and Fleur's wedding.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of Harry Potter.

Enjoy!

It was a completely normal day at Hogwarts – or at least as normal as possible when the marauders were there. In total, three people had got pranked, one teacher doused in mud (Slughorn), one beside herself with anger (McGonagall) and one who had not been able to speak anything but couplets for the day (Flitwick). It was so abnormally normal, in fact, that something exciting was bound to happen.

The strange events of the day started around lunchtime – Sirius had, as usual, dragged the other three down to lunch, as he was really hungry (or so he said). If they had stayed just a couple of minutes later, they would have witnessed a stranger event that had been seen for a long time.

"OW!"

"OW!"

"Ow, ow, ow!"

"Shut up!"

The last person to speak, a red headed girl with green eyes, glared at the other three, then seemed taken aback.

"Who – who are you?"

A man with messed-up black hair climbed to his feet. "Lils, we've been married for the past year, and you still don't know who I am?"

"Not you, James – the other two."

Said 'other two' were now climbing to their feet – one with longish black hair, the other sandy – haired.

"They're Pads and Moony, Lily. Did you hit your head or something?" the man called James was looking at his wife concernedly, barely glancing at the other occupants of the room.

"Yes, I know they look alike, but they look – older."

"What are you talking – Merlin's beard!" James had noticed how much olderhis two best friends seemed, who were currently staring at him so intensely he felt uncomfortable.

"What are you staring at me for?"

"Well – you're dead."

AAAAAAAAAA

The younger counterparts of the four adults were currently in the Great Hall, two of which guzzling food so fast it was almost unpleasant to watch.

"Where's Wormy?" asked the younger version of James, pausing to swallow his food. "I haven't seen him at all today."

"His mum's ill, he's had to go and see her," said younger Lily, sitting down beside the three marauders. "I almost didn't see you, you look out of place with one of you not here." They got up to leave.

"What have we got next?" asked Sirius, still chomping down the remains of his food.

"Err – Charms I think, but I'm not sure," said Remus, wrinkling his nose at his friend's eating habits. "And don't talk with your mouth full."

"You're not my mother," Sirius replied, swallowing the last of his food.

"And never will I wish to be," came Remus' response, and the two bickered all the way to Charms, where Flitwick admonished them for being late.

AAAAAAAAAA

Back in the common room…

"You're crazy."

James was staring at Siriusand Remus, not believing them in the slightest. Slowly, he rose his wand.

"How do I know you're not death eaters in disguise?" he asked, laughing slightly hysterically. "And if you are, you've done a pretty bad job. Padfoot and Moony are much younger than you."

"That's because we're from the future, Prongs," came Sirius' tired response. "Oh, all right – your animagus form is a stag, and mine is a dog. Moony doesn't have one, because he's a werewolf."

James hesitantly lowered his wand. "So – you're from the future?"

"Yes."

Lily paled. "And we're dead?"

Remus nodded sombrely. "And Sirius – so are you."

"Me? When?"

"Towards the end of Harry's fifth year."

Sirius looked shocked. "I came from around the middle of it…"

James recovered from the shock. "I think you should tell as just what's happened in the future."

Remus nodded. "What date did you arrive?"

"31st October 1981."

Sirius gasped. "What time?"

"Around midday – why?"

The canine gulped. "You were going to be killed in around an hour."

First chapter up! There's no knowing when the next one will be – when I have enough time I guess! Oh, after this chapter, the older marauders' names will be in italics.

Warning: Next chapter will have loads of spoilers!

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