Kay: He-heh. This was posted before on the account that I share with my best friend Charmaine, dark-kangaroos. Yes, I am the same person, and no, I did not steal this story. Thankyou to those who read this last time and are reading this again, and to those who are reading this for the first time. Well, enjoy!

Summery: Harry is having strange dreams again. Then, an accident at the Ministry of Magic, in the Department of Mysteries, results in Harry's time being merged with another time. A time when the Marauders rule supreme at Hogwarts School. But was it really an accident, or was Dumbledore involved? What's this? There may be a way to bring Harry's parents an Sirius back to life? But in order to do that, Harry and his friends are going to need some help from the Marauders, who have no idea who Harry is.

Prolog

"G'night, Joe," a witch in a purple robe said as she walked out the door.

"G'night, Jean," Joe said from his desk.

"Working late again Joe?" Somebody else aked as he prepared to leave.

"Yep. Got to finish this report for Mr. Fudge."

"See you tomorrow, then," the man said before walking out of the room, leaving Joe all alone.

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"BONG, BONG, BONG, BONG, BONG, BONG, BONG, BONG, BONG, BONG, BONG, BONG," the clock chimed midnight.

"Oh, that late already?" Joe yawned. Gingerly, he sat up, and packed up his stuff. Just as he was about to leave the room, he heard something. Slowly, he took out his wand. "Wh-who's there?" Nothing.

"Sh-show yourself! I-I'm a graduate of Hogwarts! I learned from the best." The sound continued. Gulping, Joe followed the sound. Soon, he was aware of a flash of light, and another. Gripping his wand tighter, he ran right to it. Nobody was there. But the time turners were glowing, and turning simultaneously.

'What's going on?' Joe thought. 'What if …Could this be…be…his doing? C-could he really be back? W-what am I going to do?'

"Sh-Show yourself!" Suddenly the flashing became a steady light, and it expanded.

At 12:05 in the Department of Mysteries, a blood curdling scream echoed through it's halls. At 7:00 the next day, Joseph McManny was found unconscious by the shelves where the time turners where kept, people thought to be dead were alive and adults who lived in the same house where they grow up were coming down for breakfast to discover children that looked the way they had 20 years ago in their kitchens. People soon realized what had happened. They were in the past. 20 years in the past.

Kay: Bum-bum-bum... Okay, I hope y'all enjoyed it. I also hope I get more results than I did the last time. Three chapters (including the prolog)and I only had 5 reviews. And three of them were from the same person. v.vU. Anyway, leave your reviews on your way out, and as soon as I'm satisified with the results, I'll poste the already written first chapter. Until then...BYERS!