Unfortunatley, as much as i dream about it, i don't own harry potter....that belongs to j.k. rowling.
Dobbee
~~
They weaved their way in and out of corridors, finding the quickest way to Dumbeldore's office. Occasionally they got a few queer glances from the passing students, but they made their way, never the less. They stood facing to a gargoyle. His sneer was intimidating, as if to say, "You know you'll get it wrong." Harry searched for words,
"Droobles? Fizzing Whizbee? Lemon Drop?" He was starting to get frustrated, and was searching for more, when Ginny calmly said, "Cockroach Cluster?" The gargoyle moved aside, and the ascended up the spiraling staircase to Dumbledore's office.
Harry looked at her and grinned, "How do you do that?"
When they arrived to the huge door, Harry barged in, with Ginny saying, "Harry, at least knock," reproachfully.
"Professor?" Harry and Ginny ventured inside, the office the same as it would be about ten years after. Harry could see
all the headmasters preceeding him slowly nodding off in their chairs. When they came face to face with the Headmaster, his head was
bent over a piece of parchment, and he was quickly jotting
down words as if the parchment was goning to disappear from him any second. "Ah, now, James, have you gotten
into trouble again?" He murmered without looking up.
"Probably with my disgrace of a great great grandson," Muttered Phineas Nigellus, "First Black to not be in Slytherin. disgrace..." he trailed off.
Dumbeldore put his quill down and looked up. His face was different that what Harry was used to
Physically, he looked the same. Same intelligent blue eyes, same silvery white beard. But maybe time had just
eased most of the worry away from his face.
"Now what do we have here?" He surveyed Harry and Ginny. Dumbledore raised an eyebrow, waiting for an explanation.
"Professor, this may sound odd but its true, so if I could just finish it without interuption..please. Erm, See, Um, I'm Lily and James's son, and I go to Hogwarts, except maybe 10 years from now. Uh, you sent Ginny and I to check on how Sirius was doing in Grimmuald Place by Floo Powder. Except when we came back, instead of the present, which is technically the future, but then is the past right now." Harry frowned at himself with the explanation, confusing himself with his own thoughts. That didn't come out exactly as he expected.
Dumbledore smiled as if this wasn't new news to him. As if daughters and sons of students came in everyday, accidentally traveling back in time.
"Time is precious. It confuses even the most accomplished of wizards. It cannot be reversed by magic, yet the smallest mishap can send your whole existance..." he looked at Fawkes, the pheonix, who at that second burst into flames and was a pile of dust, "can turn into dust."
He mulled over the dilemma, frowning thoughtfully.
"But anyways, I fear I cannot return you to your time this minute. The network is being watch constantly, you say? I wonder why the Ministry would go to such lengths...I guess I shall find out soon. But however, I presume that time traveling by Floo Powder, accident or not, isn't quite befitting to the rules." He smiled wryly,
"You must stay here. Only for a week or so. I need to figure this out." Harry and Ginny looked confused, but head
for the door anyways. Harry was dying to tell Dumbeldore what would happen to his parents. He was aching to, but he couldn't do it with Ginny here.
Maybe...later. When they reached the door, Dumbledore said, "Keep in mind what I have said. Do not mess with time.
It has it's own way of tricking you." They shrugged at each other and left, in scilence, trying to contemplate
what Dumbledore had just said to them.
"What did he mean by that Harry?" Ginny said, perplexed. They were both talking in hushed tones, and trying
to figure out what Dumbledore meant by that. Harry was getting frustrated. "Why doesn't Dumbledore ever tell
us anything straight?! Why must he put everything into some riddle!" Ginny punched Harry lightly on the shoulder,
"Harry can you talk a bit louder? So the whole school can hear us?" She said, sarcasm dripping off her voice, "Dumbeldore
obviously hasn't finished thinking about it. I mean if you just listened to him- oh sod it." Her gaze had averted to four figures advancing towards them.
Both Harry and Ginny made out the four figures coming towards them. "Damn, those Marauders!" Said Ginny, getting vexed herself. They decided quickly on their names. Harry turned into Harry Shingles, and Ginny was Ginny Botts. Not much of a difference, but it didn't matter. They were both from Southern England and had fled when Voldemort started attacking their families. They continued making their lives more ridiculous by the minute, ending with how their parents transfigured themselves into trees and they never saw each other again. It would have been a very depressing life if Harry and Ginny weren't laughing every few seconds something absurdly miserable happened to them.
"Shingles, isn't it?" Asked a deep voice bluntly. James stepped from under the shadows. "Um yeah...Shingles."
Replied Harry, wondering if James had heard everything that Ginny and Harry had just said.. Sirius, coming out of nowhere, asked,
"Is this your girlfriend?" he jerked his head over to Ginny. Harry, gaining confidence, said, "Yup, she's mine."
Ginny was steaming at this. Stepping forward, she fumed, "If you have something to say about me, say it to my face, not like I'm not here you ignorant blokes!" Her eyebrows were knitted together in frustration and bitterness. She was starting to loathe Sirius.
"Quite a temper this one, matches Evans. You two should get along," jeered Sirius with a slightly mocking smile. Ginny, who could take it no longer, punched Sirius, who was used to the usual slap doled out by Lily, and strode past them into the common room. Sirius couldn't help grinning as he rubbed his sore spot.
"A crazy one..." muttered Peter, who was slightly in awe.
Harry flamed, "Shut UP Wormtail." he snapped, still angry at the future Wormtail for betraying his parents. Some grudges are hard to get over. Well, thought Harry, this was a tad more than a grudge. Maybe a deep, unforgettable, enmity.
A sudden voice, a familiar one, made Harry jump. A lanky figure had happier mien about him than what Harry was used to. He was better groomed than the others, and his hair wasn't streaked with grey, and his face wasn't lined with worry. "How do you know about Wormtail?" Asked Remus Lupin. Harry couldn't help but smile at a familiar face.
"Um, er, see," Harry groped for an excuse in his head, "I heard you calling him Wormtail, so I thought, er, that it was his name?" The statement came out more like a question, but the alibi seemed to work at least.
"Wormtail isnt' his real name. It's Peter. We call him that.." Said James, slightly teasing, "That's Sirius, otherwise known as Padfoot,
Remus or Moony, and I'm James Potter." said his dad, finally looking Harry straight in the eye. He seemed to
realize the likeness between Lily and Harry's eye, but thankfully, said nothing about it. "Also known as Prongs."
They shook hands and Said, "I'm Shingles. Harry..erm..Shingles."
"No, you're not Harry. You're," he scrutinized Harry, looking over him, "The Extra Marauder."
~