A/N. This is my first long fic! Please r/r. I know that this kind of plot
turns up in a lot of stories. but I hope this one's a bit different. I'm
also looking for a better title than this one. Thanks a bunch to the two
people who reviewed my other story! ~Urania~
Disclaimer: Absolutely none of this is mine~ it all belongs to J.K. Rowling.
1 When Old Times Meet New
Ch. 1- An accident results in the arrival of the marauders (the good ones, at least); Sirius learns the importance of being well-hidden.
"Now remember not to actually say the charm; I don't want you to reappear in an unknown time and place!" Professor Flitwick called out to his 5th year Gryffindor class.
"Sirius! He said not to really do the charm!" Remus exclaimed, watching Sirius trying to master the difficult wand flicking.
"Oh, you know I'm not really doing it," protested Sirius. "As long as I don't let anything come out of my wand, nothing will happen. Voluntio!"
James stared at Sirius. "Uh, that's not really something you can control."
But it was too late- the wide aim that definitely needed some practiced swooped down on all three of them. Professor Flitwick squeaked in surprise, toppling off his pile of books, as the three marauders were swished forward in time.
* * *
"Just like with the Volunteer Charm, practice the incantation and the wand motion separately!" Squeaked Professor Flitwick. "Otherwise strangers might start appearing here."
"This is hopeless," sighed Ron. "How are we supposed to know if we're doing it correctly?"
"Repeat it just like he said, Ron. Then you'll be bound to do it right," said Hermione.
Harry privately agreed with Ron; the wand flicking for the Volunteer Summoning charm was hard to copy from the back of the classroom. "Next time let's sit closer so we can actually see him," he suggested.
"Yeah."said Ron, who was trying to interpret the diagrams in the textbook.
"I've got it!" Startled, Harry turned his head to see Neville grinning and holding up his wand. "Venivoluntio!" A puff of smoke jetted out of his wand and began swirling on the floor, growing upward.
Professor Flitwick hopped down from his desk and rushed over. "Neville! Were you listening? I clearly told you not to summon anyone! Though you did do it quite well, if I say so myself."
The swirling smoke swirled faster, materializing three shadows, whose visages sharpened into three teenagers. They were slammed onto the ground with the impact of the arrival.
"And you three!" Said Professor Flitwick after looking closer at them. "I told you to not to actually do the Volunteer Charm. Thank your lucky stars you ended up here and not in the middle of some Death Eater ring or something!"
The three boys stared silently at Professor Flitwick before bursting into explanation.
"We're sorry, sir, it was an accident-"
"It was Sirius here, sir, his charm hit all of us."
"I didn't think I was doing it right, that's why I took the chance."
"Silence!" Squeaked Professor Flitwick over the boys' pleas. "I will take you to the headmaster's office; perhaps he can arrange for you to go back." He led them over to door.
"Excuse me, sir, is this our seventh year class now?" A black-haired boy asked the professor. "I think I see me."
"No, James, you just arrived in 1995. Actually." Professor Flitwick suddenly smiled at Harry. "Would you like to take these three up to the headmaster, Harry? I suppose I should get on with teaching my class. The password to his office is 'Fizzing Whizbees.'"
"Yes." Harry snapped back to attention, glanced back to the misplaced students. and fainted when they turned around.
***
"Harry! Wake up!" Harry opened his eyes to see Hermione shaking him anxiously. He stood up and goggled at James.
"Are you.who.I think.you.are?" Harry said, not daring to believe it.
"James," Sirius whispered, grinning devilishly as they made their way out the door. "I think you've been held back in Charms for the past twenty years."
"No. no. probably not."
Harry finally overcame his temporary paralyzation and rushed out after them down the hall. "Are you James Potter?" He anxiously inquired.
"Yeah. and this is Sirius Black, and Remus Lupin."
"And would you be James, too, held back for twenty years?" Sirius said to Harry.
"No. not at all. you're my dad."
The three boys stared at him. Remus suddenly broke into a mischievous smile. "Well then, meet your father at age 15," he proclaimed proudly.
"Do you play quidditch, Harry?" James suddenly inquired, still staring at Harry.
"Yeah, the Seeker."
"Sorry about James- he's obsessed with Quidditch, almost so much that he hasn't time to think of anything else." Sirius said hurriedly. James, however, didn't pay any attention to him.
"Seeker?! Wonderful! I always told you two that my talent ran through the family," said James.
"Do you think that Proffesor Dippet will let us see our future selves?" Wondered Sirius.
"Dippet? He's not here anymore," said Harry.
"Oh really?" Said Remus. "Thank goodness. He almost didn't let me come to Hogwarts- don't ask, just some private circumstances. Who's Headmaster now?"
"Professor Dumbledore. Almost everybody thinks he's the best Headmaster we've had for a long time."
"The Transfiguration teacher? Oh good, he would probably let us stay a while!" Said Sirius excitedly.
"Well, you'll probably not be able to see yourselves right now," said Harry.
"We won't? Why not?" James asked.
"Well- it's kind of hard to explain. You're-"
The boys' conversation was cut off when they came to the statue gaurding Dumbledore's office.
"Oh no, I don't know what the password is," said Harry, staring at the stone gargoyle.
"It's 'Fizzing Whizbees.' What kind of password is that, anyways?" James was cut off by the gargoyle stepping aside to reveal the steps spiraling upward.
When they reached the top of the stairs, James knocked on the large oaken door. "Come in," came Dumbledore's answer.
James, Sirius, and Remus followed Harry through the door into the office.
"And what brings you here, Harry? Not in trouble, I hope?" Asked Dumbledore, looking up at him.
"No, no, there was just an accident in Charms. Neville-"
"Sirius, Remus, James! How wonderful to see you three again!" Dumbledore stood up, eyes twinkling when he noticed them. "I remember that day so long ago when you dissappeared from class, and no one was sure of where you had gone. I am so thankful that you ended up here."
"We're sorry, Professor, it was my charm that brought us here. I shouldn't have really done it," Sirius said.
"No problem, no problem. However, it will take a while to get transportation ready. It involves a special kind of time-turner that goes back years, and not hours."
"Can we see our future selves?" Sirius asked anxiously.
"Why are you so excited about seeing yourself, Sirius?" Remus asked. Sirius didn't reply.
Dumbledore's smiled faded a little. "I'm afraid that that won't be possible for you, James. But if you stay here long enough, I suppose I could try and contact Sirius and Remus."
"Why can't I see myself, sir?" Asked James.
"Well, there are some things that are better not known by those of the past. If you, especially James and Sirius, knew some things, you would go under huge temptations to change the past, therefore splitting worlds."
Harry stared at the professor in disbelief. "You're not going to tell them?"
"No, Harry, and I would ask you and your friends not too, either. The risks of doing so are high. In the mean time, you three can go to classes with Harry if you wish. You can always do with more practice! Oh, and one more thing. Sirius, I must ask that you either go around under an invisibility cloak or as a dog-"
"You know that I am an animagus?" Sirius asked, surprised. "That's a secret!"
"Yes, Sirius, I know that you can transform into a dog, James a stag, and Peter a rat. As I was saying, you will find it much more efficient to go around as a dog or under an invisibility cloak, Sirius. But in the mean time, you will stay with the Gryffindors while I arrange for you to go back."
***
"They're staying?" Ron exclaimed when Harry told him and Hermione what Dumbledore had said. "And they don't even know that James is dead, and."
"Shhh! They're right behind us," Harry said. "I know, it would make a lot more sense, but Dumbledore said that it might mess up the past."
Hermione looked at them blatantly. "Well, it could, you know. If they decided to do something different than what really happened, well, we don't know what kinds of weird things would happen!"
"But then they wouldn't have died," Harry protested.
"And You-Know-Who wouldn't have fallen!" She said, a little too loudly.
Remus, about ten feet ahead of them, stopped and looked around. "You-Know- Who is gone now?" He asked.
Harry, Ron and Hermione caught up next to them.
"Well, kind of. He dissappeared, but." Harry paused when he remembered Voldmort's horrific return the year before. "He came back again last year. He hasn't started doing anything, though."
"Oh. Well, it's better than how he is in our time," James sighed.
When they reached the Gryffindor common room, they entered to find it empty save a first year studying in the corner.
"Good heavens, it is rather boring walking around as a dog." Harry looked behind him- Sirius had transformed back. "Why should I go around like that, anyway?"
The first year looked around, and her eyes stopped on Sirius. "Whoa! You look a bit like Sirius Black," she stated. "Sorry-"
"Sirius Black? I am Sirius Black! How did you know-"
But he was cut off as she let out a shriek and sprinted up to her dormitory.
"Now, do you want to go around as a dog, or under an invisibility cloak?" Harry asked him.
Disclaimer: Absolutely none of this is mine~ it all belongs to J.K. Rowling.
1 When Old Times Meet New
Ch. 1- An accident results in the arrival of the marauders (the good ones, at least); Sirius learns the importance of being well-hidden.
"Now remember not to actually say the charm; I don't want you to reappear in an unknown time and place!" Professor Flitwick called out to his 5th year Gryffindor class.
"Sirius! He said not to really do the charm!" Remus exclaimed, watching Sirius trying to master the difficult wand flicking.
"Oh, you know I'm not really doing it," protested Sirius. "As long as I don't let anything come out of my wand, nothing will happen. Voluntio!"
James stared at Sirius. "Uh, that's not really something you can control."
But it was too late- the wide aim that definitely needed some practiced swooped down on all three of them. Professor Flitwick squeaked in surprise, toppling off his pile of books, as the three marauders were swished forward in time.
* * *
"Just like with the Volunteer Charm, practice the incantation and the wand motion separately!" Squeaked Professor Flitwick. "Otherwise strangers might start appearing here."
"This is hopeless," sighed Ron. "How are we supposed to know if we're doing it correctly?"
"Repeat it just like he said, Ron. Then you'll be bound to do it right," said Hermione.
Harry privately agreed with Ron; the wand flicking for the Volunteer Summoning charm was hard to copy from the back of the classroom. "Next time let's sit closer so we can actually see him," he suggested.
"Yeah."said Ron, who was trying to interpret the diagrams in the textbook.
"I've got it!" Startled, Harry turned his head to see Neville grinning and holding up his wand. "Venivoluntio!" A puff of smoke jetted out of his wand and began swirling on the floor, growing upward.
Professor Flitwick hopped down from his desk and rushed over. "Neville! Were you listening? I clearly told you not to summon anyone! Though you did do it quite well, if I say so myself."
The swirling smoke swirled faster, materializing three shadows, whose visages sharpened into three teenagers. They were slammed onto the ground with the impact of the arrival.
"And you three!" Said Professor Flitwick after looking closer at them. "I told you to not to actually do the Volunteer Charm. Thank your lucky stars you ended up here and not in the middle of some Death Eater ring or something!"
The three boys stared silently at Professor Flitwick before bursting into explanation.
"We're sorry, sir, it was an accident-"
"It was Sirius here, sir, his charm hit all of us."
"I didn't think I was doing it right, that's why I took the chance."
"Silence!" Squeaked Professor Flitwick over the boys' pleas. "I will take you to the headmaster's office; perhaps he can arrange for you to go back." He led them over to door.
"Excuse me, sir, is this our seventh year class now?" A black-haired boy asked the professor. "I think I see me."
"No, James, you just arrived in 1995. Actually." Professor Flitwick suddenly smiled at Harry. "Would you like to take these three up to the headmaster, Harry? I suppose I should get on with teaching my class. The password to his office is 'Fizzing Whizbees.'"
"Yes." Harry snapped back to attention, glanced back to the misplaced students. and fainted when they turned around.
***
"Harry! Wake up!" Harry opened his eyes to see Hermione shaking him anxiously. He stood up and goggled at James.
"Are you.who.I think.you.are?" Harry said, not daring to believe it.
"James," Sirius whispered, grinning devilishly as they made their way out the door. "I think you've been held back in Charms for the past twenty years."
"No. no. probably not."
Harry finally overcame his temporary paralyzation and rushed out after them down the hall. "Are you James Potter?" He anxiously inquired.
"Yeah. and this is Sirius Black, and Remus Lupin."
"And would you be James, too, held back for twenty years?" Sirius said to Harry.
"No. not at all. you're my dad."
The three boys stared at him. Remus suddenly broke into a mischievous smile. "Well then, meet your father at age 15," he proclaimed proudly.
"Do you play quidditch, Harry?" James suddenly inquired, still staring at Harry.
"Yeah, the Seeker."
"Sorry about James- he's obsessed with Quidditch, almost so much that he hasn't time to think of anything else." Sirius said hurriedly. James, however, didn't pay any attention to him.
"Seeker?! Wonderful! I always told you two that my talent ran through the family," said James.
"Do you think that Proffesor Dippet will let us see our future selves?" Wondered Sirius.
"Dippet? He's not here anymore," said Harry.
"Oh really?" Said Remus. "Thank goodness. He almost didn't let me come to Hogwarts- don't ask, just some private circumstances. Who's Headmaster now?"
"Professor Dumbledore. Almost everybody thinks he's the best Headmaster we've had for a long time."
"The Transfiguration teacher? Oh good, he would probably let us stay a while!" Said Sirius excitedly.
"Well, you'll probably not be able to see yourselves right now," said Harry.
"We won't? Why not?" James asked.
"Well- it's kind of hard to explain. You're-"
The boys' conversation was cut off when they came to the statue gaurding Dumbledore's office.
"Oh no, I don't know what the password is," said Harry, staring at the stone gargoyle.
"It's 'Fizzing Whizbees.' What kind of password is that, anyways?" James was cut off by the gargoyle stepping aside to reveal the steps spiraling upward.
When they reached the top of the stairs, James knocked on the large oaken door. "Come in," came Dumbledore's answer.
James, Sirius, and Remus followed Harry through the door into the office.
"And what brings you here, Harry? Not in trouble, I hope?" Asked Dumbledore, looking up at him.
"No, no, there was just an accident in Charms. Neville-"
"Sirius, Remus, James! How wonderful to see you three again!" Dumbledore stood up, eyes twinkling when he noticed them. "I remember that day so long ago when you dissappeared from class, and no one was sure of where you had gone. I am so thankful that you ended up here."
"We're sorry, Professor, it was my charm that brought us here. I shouldn't have really done it," Sirius said.
"No problem, no problem. However, it will take a while to get transportation ready. It involves a special kind of time-turner that goes back years, and not hours."
"Can we see our future selves?" Sirius asked anxiously.
"Why are you so excited about seeing yourself, Sirius?" Remus asked. Sirius didn't reply.
Dumbledore's smiled faded a little. "I'm afraid that that won't be possible for you, James. But if you stay here long enough, I suppose I could try and contact Sirius and Remus."
"Why can't I see myself, sir?" Asked James.
"Well, there are some things that are better not known by those of the past. If you, especially James and Sirius, knew some things, you would go under huge temptations to change the past, therefore splitting worlds."
Harry stared at the professor in disbelief. "You're not going to tell them?"
"No, Harry, and I would ask you and your friends not too, either. The risks of doing so are high. In the mean time, you three can go to classes with Harry if you wish. You can always do with more practice! Oh, and one more thing. Sirius, I must ask that you either go around under an invisibility cloak or as a dog-"
"You know that I am an animagus?" Sirius asked, surprised. "That's a secret!"
"Yes, Sirius, I know that you can transform into a dog, James a stag, and Peter a rat. As I was saying, you will find it much more efficient to go around as a dog or under an invisibility cloak, Sirius. But in the mean time, you will stay with the Gryffindors while I arrange for you to go back."
***
"They're staying?" Ron exclaimed when Harry told him and Hermione what Dumbledore had said. "And they don't even know that James is dead, and."
"Shhh! They're right behind us," Harry said. "I know, it would make a lot more sense, but Dumbledore said that it might mess up the past."
Hermione looked at them blatantly. "Well, it could, you know. If they decided to do something different than what really happened, well, we don't know what kinds of weird things would happen!"
"But then they wouldn't have died," Harry protested.
"And You-Know-Who wouldn't have fallen!" She said, a little too loudly.
Remus, about ten feet ahead of them, stopped and looked around. "You-Know- Who is gone now?" He asked.
Harry, Ron and Hermione caught up next to them.
"Well, kind of. He dissappeared, but." Harry paused when he remembered Voldmort's horrific return the year before. "He came back again last year. He hasn't started doing anything, though."
"Oh. Well, it's better than how he is in our time," James sighed.
When they reached the Gryffindor common room, they entered to find it empty save a first year studying in the corner.
"Good heavens, it is rather boring walking around as a dog." Harry looked behind him- Sirius had transformed back. "Why should I go around like that, anyway?"
The first year looked around, and her eyes stopped on Sirius. "Whoa! You look a bit like Sirius Black," she stated. "Sorry-"
"Sirius Black? I am Sirius Black! How did you know-"
But he was cut off as she let out a shriek and sprinted up to her dormitory.
"Now, do you want to go around as a dog, or under an invisibility cloak?" Harry asked him.