Harry travels back to the Marauders' time…it's my attempt to bring Sirius back to life after his tragic death.

*Sammy-Jo*

Harry stared at Professor Dumbledore, unable to comprehend what he had just heard. "Wha--?" He could not possibly have just heard what he thought he had.

Dumbledore smiled and looked over the top of his half moon glasses, blue eyes sparkling. "You can go and meet your parents, Harry. As you know from your--adventure with Hermione, involving the rescuing of a hippogriff, time turners can send you into the past."

"But--" a sudden thought occurred to Harry. "The time turner only turned back an hour at a time. To visit my parents…I'd have to turn it thousands of times and--"

"Not with this new invention from the Department of Mysteries. They have given it to me for my use as a kind of--apology--" Dumbledore winked at that, "for calling me a mad old bat."

Harry's heart leapt. He could see his parents, and Sirius again. But he could not think about Sirius now. Harry blinked back hot tears, surprised to find them there. Dumbledore was staring at his fingertips, which he had pushed together like a steeple, apparently not noticing Harry's anguish. Harry looked up akwardly.

"So I'll just--erm--go?"

"Don't you want to bring along any of your friends, Harry?"

"I can??? How many can I take? When can we go? How--"

Dumbledore laughed softly. "I daresay you can't bring the whole of Gryffindor House with you, but perhaps Mr. Weasley and Miss Granger would like to accompany you."

Harry could hardly believe it. He was going to meet his parents!

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Harry, Hermione and Ron stood, squeezed together under the necklace of the time turner. This was made even more so by the fact that they had all their heavy trunks with them. As long as they were holding them, the trunks would come with them, but it made for very awkward positions.

"Now," it was strange to see Dumbledore dressed in Muggle clothes, but there he was, right in front of platform nine and three-quarters. The trio would be using the time turner there, but as the Muggles hardly noticed anything, they were not likely to pay any attention to the young wizards. "Now, you will be arriving when your parents are in their fifth year at Hogwarts, Harry. I forbid you to give them any information about future events."

Harry's grin faded slightly. He had intended to inform his parents of this, if not directly, then to at least hint at it. Dumbledore gave him a knowing look, but he was not smiling.

"If you give away information, you may cease to exist, Harry. You could change the entire course of events for the future. And no, you may not offer even a small innuendo. I know you will not disappoint me." With that, he Disapparated. The Muggles, of course, did not notice any of this. Harry waited for Hermione to work the time turner then glared at her as she was looking at him strangely.

"What is it now, Hermione?"

"Promise me you won't do anything, well…stupid, Harry."

"Stupid?" Ron interjected. "Now, why would Harry do anything stupid?"

Ron grunted as Harry elbowed him and dropped his trunk, causing Pigwidgeon to start shrieking.

"Nice one, Ron. Let's see if the Muggles don't notice us now."

Ron grinned sheepishly, but as he picked up his luggage, Hermione hurriedly turned the time turner over three times.

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James Potter scanned the crowd for his best friend, Sirius Black. He had not seen his comrade all summer, and had only written to him twice. Spotting him in the swarming crowd of Muggles at King's Cross Station, James waved and walked over to see Sirius with his other two friends, Peter Pettigrew and Remus Lupin.

"Hey, Padfoot! Moony. Wormtail."

"You sound a whole lot more excited to see Sirius than us, Prongs," Remus replied slyly. He stood up straight so that James could not miss the gleaming badge on his chest.

"Oh no! They've made you a prefect! How can you stand the shame? The horror! The--"

Sirius burst out laughing as Remus glared at James. "I suppose Dumbledore would like me to keep you two out of trouble, and-"

"Oh, come on Moony. You get your share of the trouble too, you know."

"Ummm…guys? We're going to miss the Train, it's nearly 11." Peter interrupted, his beady eyes worried yet still a smiled played across his pointed face.

"Right you are, Wormtail. Wouldn't want to be late, now would we? As I always say--"

"Shut up and walk through the barrier, Padfoot," James's hazel eyes sparkled with mirth. "Nobody cares what you always say."

The boys hurried through the barrier and discovered that in fact, they were late. Remus went off to join the prefects, to snickers from the other three, and the Marauders looked for an empty compartment. James stopped at one with four girls in it to pop his head in.

"Hello Lily! How are you on this fine, nice day here?"

The three other girls giggled, but Lily turned red to match her hair and her green eyes had a dangerous light in them.

"GET OUT OF HERE, POTTER! IF I CATCH YOU ANYWHERE NEAR ME EVER AGAIN I'LL--"

"Ok, leaving now." Sirius pulled on James's robes. James scowled, but followed suit. The train started to move and the three Marauders were thrown into another compartment, and the door snapped open. James looked up and saw three kids, two boys and a girl, who looked about to be his age that he had never seen before. This surprised him, for he was very popular, and tried to get to know everyone's name--even the Slytherins.

"Is this car full, or can we join--" James gasped from his position on the floor. One of the boys looked exactly like him. He had the same untidy raven hair and was about the same height though perhaps a bit shorter. In fact, the only major difference James could see was that the boy had bright emerald eyes. Looking at Peter and Sirius, he saw that they were gaping too. Peering back into the car while still on the floor, James realized that the three in the compartment were gaping at them. James started cracking up at the ludicrous of the gaping-fest. After a while, the others started laughing, too. In a few minutes' time, all six were laughing so hysterically that the three in the train compartment had fallen to the ground and the three Marauders couldn't stand. What made the situation even more hilarious was the fact that Remus was apparently done with his prefect's meeting and was standing over the group, apparently deciding whether to tell them off or not. Then he saw the boy identical to James and it was his turn to gape. Needless to say, it took quite a while for all of them to settle down.

The four Marauders sat across from the three kids and stared at each other until James introduced himself.

"My name is James Potter. This," he pointed to his friend, "is Sirius Black. And here are Peter Pettigrew and Remus Lupin, the perfect prefect."

Ignoring James's last comment, Remus spoke. "There you go again, announcing Peter and I only after you introduce Sirius."

James ignored this and turned to the trio across from him. "We call ourselves the Marauders and also go by the names of Prongs, Padfoot, Wormtail and Moony." James decided not to explain the meaning behind the nicknames until he knew more about the three. "We're fifth years, but I've never seen any of you before. By the way," he added in a kind of sarcastic confiding voice, "I'm the one who's good at Quidditch, gets all the girls and the brains behind all our pranks." At the cries of outrage from his other friends, he smirked. "And what are your names?" He asked before any of the Marauders could reply.

The boy that looked like him spoke first. "We're fifth years too but we--erm--transferred from another school. My name is Harry Po--" James looked in surprise as the girl elbowed him hard. "Porter." James had the idea that that was not what Harry was about to say, but brushed it aside.

"I'm Ron Weasel," the tall red headed boy spoke, "And this," he indicated the girl with bushy brown hair, "is Hermione Gropet." For some reason, the girl scowled at this, but hid it quickly. James exchanged quizzical looks with his friends, but they just shrugged.

The train pulled into Hogsmeade station and the Marauders all pulled into a carriage pulled by what appeared to James to be invisible horses, and the newly met trio climbed into the one behind them.

"That Harry Porter boy sure looks a lot like you, Prongs," Peter whispered, as if Harry, Hermione and Ron could hear them while in a separate carriage.

"I noticed." James said shortly.

"All three of them seem suspicious to me," Sirius spoke in an uncharacteristically grave voice. His voice was hushed, too. What had gotten into those two?

"Serious, Sirius?" James cracked an old joke, but the other three gave forced laughs. Odd.

"Well," Remus spoke slowly, "they appeared undaunted by the fact that we're being pulled by horseless carriages to a school they've supposedly never been to before. Why, they didn't even look twice at Hogwarts."

"Maybe they come from some rich school, Moony. Don't worry about it." Only now James wondered why he hadn't noticed that before.

"Hogwarts isn't exactly poor you know. I'll bet that--" But Peter had to cut off as they arrived and the three friends ran to meet up with the Marauders.

"I suppose we'll have to be Sorted with the first years?" Ron grumbled. Harry and Hermione glared at him fiercely, and his ears turned red.

"How do you know about the Sorting?" James asked slyly.

"Oh, I…read up on Hogwarts." Ron finished lamely. James hoped he wasn't a bookie.

"I see. Well, I guess we'll just have to find out."

The group entered the building to be greeted by Professor Dumbledore himself. "Ah yes. You must be our new students. Please follow me, and the Sorting Hat will Sort you into appropriate Houses."

"Cross your fingers and hope to be sorted into Gryffindor." Sirius winked at the threesome. "And if you're Sorted into Slytherin, we will be forced to hold a grudge against you." He could say nothing further, as they had entered the Great Hall. The Sorting Hat had apparently finished its song, and the first years were all lining up. Professor McGonagall opened her mouth to announce the first name, but paused as the Headmaster moved to the front to speak. All around, students stopped talking, intent as to why there was an interruption.

"If you will please welcome three new students to our school. They have transferred and are entering as fifth years. Harry Porter, you're first."

Harry put on the Sorting Hat. "Yes, you have the makings of power all in your head here. Yes, I can see your determination. Well then, better be--"

"No!"

"Excuse me?"

Harry had just realized that the Hat would be Sorting him into Slytherin and that just would not do.

"I don't want to be in Slytherin."

"Well…alright then, if you're sure…GRYFFINDOR!"

The Gryffindor table burst out cheering, the Marauders the loudest of all. Harry slipped into a seat next to his father--no--James, and waited for his friends to be Sorted.

"Ron Weasel!"

Ron stepped forward and put the Sorting Hat on his head.

"Hmm…yes, I see it now. You are very sly and cunning, Weasel. Well then, better be SLY!--"

"No!"

"Oh, what is it now, with you newcomers? What do you want from me, Gryffindor?"

"Yes."

The Hat sighed. "All right then, GRYFFINDOR!"

Again the Gryffindors applauded loudly, and Ron sat next to Sirius.

"Hermione Gropet!"

"Ah--you are one for the books, dear. Yes, the knowledge is all here. You will do well in RAV--"

"Please, no!"

"What is it with you kids?!? What do you need a damn Hat for if you all just want Gryffindor. And don't even bother feigning surprise. Fine, fine. GRYFFINDOR!" The Hat broke off in a series of expletives that Hermione cut off by leaving and sitting next to Harry.

"I knew you had it in you!"

All the Gryffindors were patting Harry and his friends on the back and shaking hands with them.

"Now, we can plot the best way to start the new school year," smiled James.

"Let's hex Snivellus again!" Peter cried.

Remus raised an eyebrow. "Have you all forgotten who I am?" He pointed significantly to his prefect's badge.

"You don't want to get mixed up with him." A female voice spoke in a disgusted voice behind Harry. He turned around to see a pretty girl with red hair and bright green eyes. Eyes the same exact shape as Harry's. Harry knew he was looking at his mother as a teenager. He noticed she too had a prefect's badge.

"And you!" she looked at Remus.

"What about me?" Remus asked innocently.

"You're supposed to be a prefect, and you're just sitting here, letting them plot childish pranks. I have half a mind to give you three detention, you know."

"Get out of our faces, Evans." James spoke coolly.

"If you don't leave, we'll have to hex you, Mudblood." Everyone looked to Peter in shock, and he flushed.

"That's it. Enough of you all." Harry saw Lily glancing towards the teachers' table, but they all appeared to be in deep conversation.

They all flinched as Lily raised her wand. Peter muttered something about how he was only joking, but Lily wasn't listening.

"Beaucochon!" Everyone looked at James, who she had aimed the spell at. Nothing appeared to be happening, but then he opened his mouth to speak. All that came out was an oink. The table started cracking up. James launched into a tirade of indignant 'oink's. Sirius was on the floor laughing when Lily pointed her wand at him. He swallowed hard, but knew that he couldn't pull out his wand, as he and his friends risked expulsion already. Therefore, the Marauders were helpless to defend themselves if a teacher happened to spot them.

"Chanteuse!" It was Sirius's turn to open his mouth as he began to belt out "Deck the Halls" at the top of his lungs--in a soprano voice. He went through a number of Christmas carols before Lily put her wand away and stalked off, James still oinking and Sirius still singing, though his voice appeared to be getting even higher and shriller. Hermione pulled out her wand, presumably to undo the hexes when they found the reason for Lily's abrupt departure.

"Miss Gropet!" A voice snapped behind her. She turned around and was horrified to see a younger, but no less stricter looking Professor McGonagall.

Hmmm…that wasn't so good, but it was fun to write anyways ;)…I will be continuing…

R/R and flame all you want…go on, you know you want to ;)

*Sammy-Jo*