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Summary: When one of Nymphadora Tonks' and Charlie Weasley's potion experiments goes disastrously wrong, they find themselves in trouble up to the very top of their pointed wizard hats. After being forced to consume their potion by none other than Severus Snape, they are sent back all the way into the Marauders era. Will Tonks and Charlie learn how to live with the legends themselves and manage to get back into their own time, or will they be stuck there forever?
Timeline: 1975-1989.
Warnings: Time travel, some swearing, and awkward positions.
Author's Note: I wrote this story about two years ago in 2007. Reading through it, I decided I wanted to edit and repost it. A couple of things have definitely changed from then, one of those being that I've learnt a lot more grammar skills then I had back then. Lol, no bragging or anything :P.
Also, this first chapter used to be about 518 words long and now strongly stands at over 1000. The ages have been tweaked slightly since I realised that the dialogue didn't exactly suit the ages of 17, and thus have been changed to 15 (nearly 16) instead. So read, review and enjoy!
Chapter 1: The Potion
"Y-you want us to what?" spluttered fifteen year-old Nymphadora Tonks, her dark eyes widening in disbelief.
Was Snape high? Well, no, but he must have serious problems to demand this of a student. It was ridiculous. Surely it was illegal, getting a student to test an obviously mucked up potion. And whoever dared to drink her potions, they'd surely end up with dragon pox the next day!
"Ten points from Hufflepuff," Severus hissed at Tonks, his bottom lip curling into a snarl. "Seeing as you're incapable of listening to simple instructions. I want for you and Mr. Weasley here to consume your... potion."
Tonks stared at the contained liquid - a putrid-smelling, moss green potion opposed to the light purple potions around them that gave off a pleasant flowery scent. It wouldn't even pass as a potion if it weren't inside the glass vial. In fact, a three year old would be able to concoct something more efficient than them. It was obvious to everyone else that Nymphadora Tonks and Charlie Weasley had buggered up the potion incredibly.
"Sorry Charlie," Tonks whispered as quietly as she could to her partner who simply glared at her in return.
"Do you listen at all Miss Tonks? Perhaps you need a check-up in the hospital wing. I have said in every single one of my lesson's that there will be no talking in my class," snarled Snape, with a cool edge to his voice. "Now, I expect you to swallow every single drop of this potion, or I will add to the vast amount of points I have subtracted this lesson. And another ten points from Hufflepuff for your incapability to listen."
With a disgusted expression, the second eldest Weasley poured half of the vile-looking potion into his own vial. And then lifted it to his lips and with a hard swallow, he chugged back the potion and felt the ooze slid down the back of his throat. Instantly, he felt the urge to vomit and looked around the classroom for something to empty the contents of his stomach into. And then it hit him - memories of his entire seventeen years flashed before his eyes and he was spinning rapidly, not noticing the pink-haired witch going through the same experience beside him.
And the next the he knew, he had hit the cold concrete floor with a resounding thump and pain spread through every limb. He reached back dizzily to tenderly touch the back of his head and check for blood. Fortunately, there was none. He let out a grunt as Tonks landed directly on top of him in a most uncomfortable position.
Her soft lips were only a few millimetres from his own, her hands gripped his shoulders tightly and her crotch was directly positioned beneath his. If he wasn't in so much pain, he'd laugh at the awkwardness they had just landed themselves in.
And then Tonks decided to ruin the moment by opening her mouth, "Well, I always knew I'd like it on top." She eased herself off him unsteadily, a blush in her cheeks that she desperately tried to cover and she laid beside him on her back, too dizzy to even attempt getting up.
Charlie sent a half-hearted glare her way as he sat up, supporting his upper body with his palms on the floor. He took in their surroundings before clearly letting out a string of curses, the last one being something about Morgana's wand. "Where in the hell are we?"
"Hogwarts," stated Tonks before dizzily trying to get up. Her effort was quickly spoiled as she accidently collided into the the stone wall, light up by the amber flame of torches running down the long corridors. "Well, come on Weasley, we best be going to see Dumbledore."
Charlie groaned as he helped himself up, the dizziness still there but barely. "Fine, Nymphadora." Charlie irritably emphasized the name that was well-known to be hated by the young witch. He looked mightily pissed off at his new surroundings, which was all due to her stupid bloody potion.
"Don't call me Nymphadora!" Tonks turned around, prodding him in the chest with her index finger and a look of disdain gracing her features.
She then turned around an attempted to walk once more - this time she luckily didn't collide with the wall and got a little further before tripping over her own feet. "Oh sod it all!" That wasn't exactly a way to intimidate Charlie, was it?
No, it wasn't. Instead, it had sent him into gales of laughter at the clumsy teen and caused him to clutch his - incredibly toned - stomach.
"I think they're drunk," commented a voice out of nowhere, clearly amused.
"Who's there?" demanded Charlie, his laughter stopping instantly. He flourished his wand from his back pocket and held it in front of him cautiously, looking around from where the distinctly male voice had came from.
"No way, mate. She's definitely high," said another voice out of thin air.
"Are you serious?" asked a third voice, with a hint curiosity.
"Actually, yes. I most definitely am," replied the second voice again, sounding a bit too cocky.
"Shut up, all of you!" came an exasperated voice.