AN: This fic and all its incestuous nature were written purely for my own amusement. I am only posting this because I can. Please don't take it too seriously, although I don't mind comments about how messed up my brain is :P I do like giving James' of all nature a hard time...

His brother Albus was always being told he looked just like their father. The dark hair, the green eyes, even their builds were similar in the highly scrawny nature. Lily was the picture of their mother with soft brown eyes and flaming orange hair that just screamed Weasley. James didn't loo like either of his parents. He had took this fact in stride until he was fourteen and his Dad told him that he looked just like his Grandma, Lily the first. Granted this did not please him.

His hair was more of a bottled scarlet red, and he was less gangly than lanky tall. Not that he was feminine or anything, more of a male version of Lily he told himself. Definitely different. James was not girly in any way shape or form. The only thing he didn't have in common with his dear deceased Grandmother were his eyes. They were not green, but hazel, a trait well deserved from James Potter I.

He found that none of this made sense. Al looked like James, James looked like Lily and Lily looked like Mum. All very confusing. And annoying. His parents needed to work on their naming skills, not that he wanted to be named Albus Severus or, the pure girlyishness wounded him to the core, Lily.

James was waiting impatiently for his dumb little brother to hurry up and get on the train. All he wanted to do was find the compartment where Fred and Roxanne would be waiting. If he didn't hurry up the twins would wander off to cause mischief without him!

"Al! Hurry up!" James groaned with as much exclamation as he could possibly muster.

"Just go sit down idiot, I'll be there in a minute." Al muttered as he continued to bid farewell to their parents. James sighed in annoyance.

"Fine be that way." he snapped.

Nearly all the compartments were full, but he somehow managed to find the one where his cousins things were unceremoniously dropped. Great, Fred and Roxi had already left him. James huffed and collapsed onto an unfilled seat. "Some best friends." he looked around, already bored. He spotted Rose's bag lying half open on the seat next to him.

A thin gold chain had slipped out, practically inviting him to snatch it. James had very little to no self control.

He pulled he necklace into his hands and inspected the hourglass that hung from the bottom. "Interesting." he murmured. "Why does Rose have this? She hates jewelry." He tapped his wand lightly against the glass.

A long crack ran along the side where his wand touched. "Oh crap." he said, breathing in sharply as sand slipped from the hourglass. He coughed as he inhaled a large amount of the stuff.

"Rose is going to kill-" James blacked out before he could finish the thought.

When he regained consciousness he was lying on the floor of the compartment. The bags from around him had disappeared, and outside the window the sky was dark.

"Those jerks just left me here!" James complained to no-one as he stood up, rubbing the large bruise that was forming on his head. Rose's necklace was still clamped in his hand. James looked the thing over. Was it some sort of ward Rose had put in her stuff? Did the sand protect her from thieves?

He flipped it over to find a neat square not taped to the back.

Dear Miss Weasley,

We at the department for the use of magical objects are pleased to bestow into your trust a device to further your studies at Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. This object has the potential to be highly dangerous, however we are sure you will use it wisely and only for your academic advantage. Please use this time-turner carefully. You may be pleased to hear it was the same one your Mother used.

-My best Regards

Susan Bones

Crap. Crap, crap, crap. How had he been such an idiot? His parents had taught him all about time-turners! And he had broken one? Who knew what time he was in now. James looked around. Hogwarts must exist, the train was still around, it couldn't be that long ago. Best thing to do would be try to find the headmaster, they could help him.

James stood up and quickly left the compartment, slipping Rose's time-turner into his pocket. James was not a trusting person, instead of a trunk he had a small pouch with a bottomless bag charm on it, stowed away in his robes. Good thing too, he would have his things readily available.

James located his ever awesome broom of glory, a DragonWing 360, the best broom on the market. He constantly gloated about the thing and his chaser status on the Griffindor Quidditch team. This would be his first year as captain, if only he could get back to his own time...

James sighed and exited the train, mounting his broom and taking the direct, across lake, course to the castle.

The sorting hadn't ended as he pushed the great doors open, but every head turned to stare at the boy, gripping his high class broom, hair windswept, a cocky grin forever traced across his lips. Whispers of "Who the hell is that!" And "What's he doing here?" filled the hall.

James surveyed the scene. An old man with a long silver beard sat in the seat of the head master. His heart swelled with relief as he recognized him. Thank god it was his brother's namesake who currently lead the school. Dumbledore stood and stepped forward, a smile twinkling his eyes. "And what, young man, are you doing at Hogwarts on this fine feast day?" James stared at him. He wanted to speak with the headmaster alone, but he couldn't just say that, nor could he say he was a time-traveler.

"I'm a-a transfer student." he mumbled awkwardly, which was annoying as James Potter was never EVER awkward.

"Interesting." Dumbledore said. James had the very uncomfortable feeling of being stared straight through. So this is what Dad was talking about. "Well then." he said, clapping his hands together. "You must be sorted." James stared. He wanted to protest that he was in Griffindor, but as he was a transfer student that would make no sense. James was actually very smart when you got down to it. Smarter than most. "Can we have your name?"

"James Potter sir." he said more confidently. Now everyone was staring at him, and whispering too. Why were they whispering?

"But you're not James Potter." yelled someone randomly. "He's James Potter."

"There can be more than one James Potter dolt." James snapped. He was James Potter! Then he saw the boy indicated and his jaw dropped. What was Al doing here? And why did Al have his eye color? And why was Al in Griffindor? And why was another girl sitting by Al who had exactly his coloring... And that was when he realized exactly what time he'd been transported to.

"Hello James Potter the second!" yelled a handsome dark haired boy sitting by his grandfather. And there was the man with his middle name. Was it just him or did that other boy look a lot like Teddy?

"Why does he look like Lily Evans?" someone else said. James glowered. He did not look like his grandmother! He was a very manly man.

"I do not!" he complained.

"Yes you do." said a chubby Griffindor who made James' nose wrinkle in disgust. Peter Pettigrew if he was not mistaken. James Potter numero uno was still just staring at him, head cocked slightly to the side.

"Yes, I believe you do." he said. Everyone turned to look at the first James.

"Sorry mate." said Sirius. "James is the Lily authority, if he says you look like her you do."

"But not in a girly way." added Remus. However James knew the mans son well enough to be slightly unsure whether or not the lycanthrope was just being kind.

"Well come on then." Dumbledore said. Waving at the hat. James walked across the hall and snatched the hat, setting it firmly upon his head. Hello James II, what are you doing here again?

I'm sorry, James thought. How do you remember me? Officially I haven't been to Hogwarts yet.

I never forget a student, regardless of when they might be from. "Griffindor!" Unsure cheers broke out from the Griffindor table as James stumbled over and took a seat, not noticing who he at by.

"You really do look like me." said the girl sitting there. He turned to stare into a set of bright green, familiar eyes. Groaning James threw his head into his hands and refused to look at her again.

James stayed like that for the rest of the feast, refusing to let people keep telling him he looked like the girl. A tall seventh year with a head boy badge walked toward him, reminding him all too much of his Uncle Percy. "What year are you in Potter?" the boy asked.

"Sixth." James muttered.

"Right then, you'll share a dormitory with those boys." he pointed down the table at the other James and company. James II groaned. "To make this all simpler Potter you can just tag along to classes with, uh, Potter." James II groaned again. "If you need any help getting around the castle I'm sure the young Miss Evans will be happy to help you." James II groaned yet again Would the boy just go. "I've talked to Dumbledore He's well aware of you problem and is working on fixing it." Finally James II smiled.

"Thanks Percy." he said with a grin.

"My name's Mark." the boy said, seeming greatly annoyed. James II shook his head.

"No, it's Percy my friend. Deal with it." Mark stared at him. A bit in awe at his sudden change of mood.

"Right then, I'll just be going." the head boy said, seeming to want to get away as fast as possible. James II grinned merrily and waved.

He turned and saw the four sixth year boys talking avidly amongst themselves.

"Hey! You four." James II called. They all turned in unison to stare at him.

"Call the head boy Percy from now on would you?"

"Why should we?" Sirius countered.

"Because it'll annoy the hell out of him that's why." James II said, shaking his head at them. "And you call yourselves pranksters."

They all spluttered at him except Lupin who just grinned at his friends crushed egos.

"So we'll be sharing a dorm then." the werewolf said coolly.

"We will?" James I said. "But we can't have two James Potters in one dorm! Lily help!"

"So you're calling me Lily now?" Lily asked bemusedly. They all nodded, including James II for some reason.

"Well why don't you just call the look a like Evans from now on." Alice said as she reached across Lily to steal the mashed potatoes.

"Perfect." The Marauders said, once again in exact unison.

James II stared at them, then resumed the head buried in hands position. Heaven help him, actually he wouldn't mind if hell did a bit of helping too, if Dumbledore didn't get him back to his own time soon.

AN:I know, not off to a great start, but I want to get to the more interesting stuff. Please review, I adore all reviews flames or no. They make me feel good about myself.