AN:

This is a new fanfic. For those who read my other stories, sorry I went so long without writing but as I mentioned in my fic 'Wizarding Brittan read the Books' I went on holiday and have only just gotten back. I will be updating that story next and I have written part of that chapter already so people who enjoy that story, please bear with me! I never meant to make you wait so long!

I hope you enjoy this chapter. The idea for this fic just came across me and I had to use it!

Sirius sat in his chair, staring around the deserted library. He couldn't help but feel slightly cheated. All that work and nothing to show! The thing must have been broken.

Sirius thought back to what had happened.

It had started of fairly normal. Other than the fact that they had been in the library of course – that was far from normal for the Marauders. But Remus had managed to talk them into studying for their transfiguration test despite him and James' protests that they didn't need it.

In the beginning it had been uneventful. They'd been sitting down doing a heap of studying. Well, he and James had attempted to use their two way mirrors to have a little conversation but Remus had found out and had confiscated them. Stupid Prefect.

Then Evan's had come into the picture. She'd walked into the library with Alice something-or-another (she wasn't exactly a looker so Sirius hadn't bothered memorizing her name), her arms full of books, her dark auburn hair swinging behind her like a horse's tail. James, of course had started drooling and hanging on her every word in the hope that she might mention him. Sirius had simply rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to his book (oh the horror – but it was better than listening to Evan's yap on) when James had turned around and asked what a time turner was.

"How am I supposed to know?" Sirius had grumbled. He didn't care what a time turner was. All he wanted to do was get out of this library and plan some new pranks.

Remus, however, was interested.

"A time turner you say?" he'd asked. From the tone of his voice Sirius had immediately known that the young werewolf was going into 'lecturer mode.'

"Yeah" James had said, nodding his head. "Evan's mentioned it to Prewitt." Ahhh – Alice Prewitt. That was her name.

"How do you even know that?" Sirius had asked. "Alice's last name I mean. Don't tell me you stalk her too."

"I don't stalk anyone" James had retorted. Then: "She's Evan's best friend."

"Back to the time turner" Remus had said, loudly. "It's a device that allows you to travel through time. It-"

"Travel through time you say?" Sirius had demanded, his head snapping up from the book.

"I was explaining" Remus had said through gritted teeth.

"Who cares about your explanation? The whatchamacallit let's you travel through time. Let's knick the thing!"

That was exactly what they had done. They had, with extreme stealth and many protests from Remus, stolen the device from Lily. Then they had used it.

And nothing had happened.

"Well that was a waste of time." Sirius sighed and leaned back in his chair. He couldn't help but feel slightly disappointed. He had wanted to travel back in time.

"I wanted to travel back in time" said a whiny voice, speaking Sirius' thought's allowed. Huh. Sirius had forgotten about Peter. You tended to do that around him – he was a great guy and all but that was just how it was.

"Hey, where's Evan's gone?" James demanded.

"Maybe she apparated?" Peter suggested. James and Sirius stared at the smaller boy for a long moment. He seemed to shrink back.

"People can't apparate in Hogwarts Wormtail" Sirius said slowly, as if explaining to a small child.

"Oh" Peter mumbled. "I guess I forgot."

"How do you forget –"

"Forget about Peter forgetting!" snapped James. "Evan's is missing! Evan's has disappeared! Evan's is GONE!" James seemed to have gone into complete panic mode. "Oh Merlin's saggy –"

"Hey Orion!" all four boys turned around in surprise. Behind them a tall, weedy looking boy was making his way towards them. He had a face resembling a rat (sorry Peter) and long, twitchy fingers. "Whatcha doing here? Potter isn't giving you any trouble is he?"

A crowd of other boys were coming up behind him but Sirius didn't see them. He had his full attention on the boy in front of him.

"Nott!" he spat in disgust. Nott had been a faithful follower of Lucius Malfoy while the older boy had been in school and had practically worshiped at Bellatrix's feet. He now seemed to be drifting towards Regulus – despite the fact that the boy was younger than him.

Sirius scowled. Anyone who worshipped his family, especially that psychotic bitch was bad in his books. He pulled his fist back and, not even bothering with his wand, punched the boy in the face.

Immediately the yells started and Sirius realized that the library was full of Snakes. Not the real, hissing kind – the stupid, death eater like kind.

Curiously though the yells seemed to be directed more at Nott rather than himself.

"Oy!"

"Nott you idiot!"

"Nott! What the hell did you do?"

"Dude, what did you do to piss of Orion?"

And there it was again – this strange Orion person. Though he had no idea who he was, Sirius knew he had to be trouble. Anyone who shared a name with his father couldn't be any good.

A loud voice –female this time – broke through the crowd.

"Out of my way!" the voice called. Sirius hadn't expected the enraged crowd to give her way – however, they did.

A tall, slim girl around his age stepped forward. She had long, silky black hair, aristocratic features and stormy grey eyes. It was those eyes he first took in. They were eyes he looked at everyday in the mirror (after all he did like to properly groom himself.) Sirius was taken over with a strange feeling. He knew this girl. He knew her well – yet he could not remember how he knew her.

Then she spoke.

"This isn't Orion you fools" she snapped, towards the crowd.

Oh Merlin. Oh Sweet Merlin – No way.

This woman was his mother.

It couldn't be possible. Sirius knew he had to be mistaken. And yet, deep down he was absolutely certain. This girl was his crazy, psychopathic bitch of a mother. Walburga Black. That's who she was – no doubt about it. She was just a little…younger.

Alright maybe more than a little.

The fact that they'd traveled back in time seemed to dance in front of his very eyes.

"Who are you?" demanded his mother. No, no that was too weird. Not his mother…Walburga. Yes, that was how he would refer to her.

"Err…" Sirius didn't exactly know what to say.

"We're new here" Remus said. He turned to look at him. From the expression on his face Sirius could tell that Remus had worked out what had happened.

James obviously hadn't.

"We aren't –" Sirius stamped on his foot. James yelped and shot him an incredulous look.

"We're new" Sirius insisted. "Isn't that right…err…Timmy?"

James choked.

"Timmy? Who the hell is Timmy?" He demanded.

"Why you of course" Sirius said, trying to relay the message across. He turned to the crowd of confused Slytheryn's and his – no, Walburga.

"He sometimes forgets you see. Short term memory" he explained.

"Of course" Walburga sneered.

Peter looked lost. He was staring between Walburga, Sirius, Remus and James with utter confusion.

"Who are you?" he asked after a long moment of simply staring.

"Why I am Walburga Black of course" she said, snobbishly.

"No you aren't" Peter said, promptly.

"Shut up" Sirius muttered.

"Walburga Black is an old psychopath who lives in a gloomy old mansion with a crazy little house elf for a best friend" he blubbered. It was funny how Peter got a backbone at the oddest moments.

Walburga's eyes seemed to burn like flames. She seemed to be willing them to burn Peter to crisp. Peter shuffled back nervously.

"I mean … of course your Walburga Black. Who else could you be?" he laughed, nervously and then ran to hide behind Remus.

There was a long pause. To dispel Walburga's attention from Peter, Sirius quickly said, "Do you know where the Headmasters office is?"

If they were going to be stuck in the past they couldn't just hide around the school. Not even he would do something that stupid – they'd probably be found out in the first second. Imagine hiding from Dumbledore.

"Why should I tell you" Walburga sniffed. "Your fat little friend insulted me. He's lucky I don't hex him on the spot." Well she was certainly right about that.

Sirius wasn't too bothered about what she had said. Well he wasn't bothered about the 'why should I tell you' anyway. It wasn't as if he and the other Marauder's hadn't been to Dumbledore's office before. In fact, he had practically memorized the entire office of by heart.

But it had gotten Walburga's attention away from Peter – sort of.

"Who are you anyway?" Walburga continued through narrowed eyes. "You aren't mudblood's are you?"

Sirius felt a surge of annoyance. His eyes flashed and he said in a cool voice, "Actually I am."

He felt pleasure at watching his mother's (because at that moment he liked to imagine that it was his dear old mom that he had made look that way) eye's widen in shock. And then a look of disbelief and disgust filled her face.

"No way. You look like a Black!" she protested.

"And you look like a bitch" James muttered from beside him. Walburga, forgetting her conversation with Sirius, whirled on him.

"Excuse me?"she shrieked. James stared at her for a few moment's and then glanced nervously behind her. Sirius had forgotten about the crowd of Slytherin's. Right now they all looked ready to jump to her defense - violently.

"Hi. I'm Timothy but you can call me Timmy" James said, loudly. Sirius stared at him. Of all the things to say...

Walburga too seemed taken aback by the abrupt change. Her grey eyes flashed dangerously but she asked, "What's your last name?"

"Quaffle-Snitch" James said, without missing a beat. Sirius mentally groaned.

Walburga looked at him in disbelief.

"You're telling me that your name is Timothy Quaffle-Snitch?" she demanded.

"Precisely" James said, nodding his head like a windmill. "Though I prefer to be called Timmy. I s'pose you could call me Tim if you really like. But not Timothy 'cause that's just –"

"OUIET!" Walburga yelled. There was a sharp snore. Sirius looked up to see an elderly librarian who looked like she might kick the bucket at any moment, writhe about slightly on the desk before falling back asleep. Sirius sighed. Why couldn't Madam Pince be more like that? Imagine what they could get away with…

"Are you sure you're not a Black?" Walburga demanded, breaking through his fantasies.

"No" Sirius said. "I told you I was muggleborn. I haven't got a drop of Black blood in me."

"Your certain?" Walburga asked. She seemed to be in denial, unwilling to believe that this Stanger who looked so much like a Black was a muggleborn.

"I'm pretty sure I'd know if I came from one of the oldest Wizarding families in Britain" Sirius said, dryly.

"Then who are you?" she demanded.

"I'm –"

"Timothy" they all turned to stare at Peter. "He's…ahhh…Timothy"

"Peter you idiot" James muttered.

Remus, his eyes wide, quickly worked to fix the situation.

"That's right – he's name is Timothy too" he said, quickly. Peter nodded and opened his mouth, despite the glares he was getting that plainly said 'shut the hell up!'

"We're all Timothy" he said, hurriedly. "Every one of us. That's what brought us together y'know – the fact that he all have the same name" Peter laughed a little hysterically at the end of this. He then quickly went back to hiding behind Remus.

Wonderful. Just wonderful.

"Yeah – where all Timothy" Sirius said, through gritted teeth. "Though I prefer to be called…uh…Tim" he said this after a moment of thought. "Yeah that's right – Tim. Tim…White."

Stupid, stupid choice of name.

"Tim White?"Walburga asked, incredulously.

"Yup" Sirius said. "And that's Timothy Moon. Just Timothy – he thinks nickname's are lame" Sirius gestured towards Remus while saying this.

Walburga continued to stare at him.

"And that's Timothy Blubber" Sirius had been tempted to call Peter Timothy Fat-Arse (after all Peter had made the situation worse) but decided that that was going too far.

"I prefer to be called T.J. For Timothy Junior. Since my dad's name is Timothy too. In fact Timothy is a family name and has been in my family for generations. I –" Peter's voice trailed of at the glares James and Sirius were giving him.

"Yeah, yeah what he said" James said, quickly. "And I'm Timmy Quaffle-Snitch as you already know. Well ahhh – we'd better be of. Got a meeting with the headmaster and all."

Not waiting for an answer from Walburga, James grabbed Sirius and Remus' arms (Remus grabbed Peter) and dragged them out of the library, towards the headmaster's office.