"So, did you find anything?"
Harry sighed and shook his head. The mansion they were searching, which had held Death Eaters previously, was devoid of any clues. Ron, who'd been asking, groaned and rolled his eyes.
Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Sirius, and Remus had gone to the mansion to look for something that could help with the war. So far, they had found nothing.
"Well, then I guess we should just—,"Ginny began, but was cut off. Sirius, who had been looking elsewhere, suddenly burst into the room.
"Sirius, what—," Remus began, but was interrupted. Looking shocked, Sirius raised his hand and pointed to another room. "Remus…" he stammered, "You have to come…it's…it's…" Looking concerned, Remus followed Sirius out of the room.
Inside was nothing unusual, except for a blue, old-fashioned police box in the corner. Remus, however, turned white at the sight of it and stumbled backwards.
"But…that means…" he gasped.
Harry didn't see anything particularly spectacular about an old police box, and was about to ask if it was a Dark artifact when he heard a loud slam behind him. What he saw nearly made his heart stop.
Four people had burst into the room, gasping and panting, and even though Harry had never seen them before, he would have recognized them anywhere. One took some metal device out of his out of his pocket, pointed it at the doors, then slipped it back in his pocket.
There was a sandy-haired slightly peaky-looking boy, a black-haired boy currently panting like dog, and a rather pretty ed-haired green-eyed girl, but Harry was staring in shock at the boy who had the metal instrument. He had very familiar impossibly messy black hair, glasses, and oddly energetic green-gold eyes.
James Potter dusted himself off, looked up, and grinned. He stepped forward and said casually, "Oh, sorry. Are we interrupting something?"
