Yeah, don't get used to this whole, 'next day delivery' thing. I just wanted to do that today. Oh, and I forgot, Harry's a little OC. But I think that's how he really thinks. haha.
dISCLAIMER! - If I owned Harry Potter, I wouldn't be having trouble trying to get this on fanfiction. I'd be having trouble getting this in a book. But, alas, this is not a book. So no sue.
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"HARRY!" I screamed, but he seemed to not notice. Gosh, Harry is so dumb sometimes. But, now was not the time to be criticizing him. After all, he just fell out of a window in the astronomy tower. Idiot.
"OH MY GOD!" Hermione looks really freaked out. I wonder why. It's not like anything that bad happened. Harry survived He-who-must-not-be-named, it's not like he can't survive a little fall.
"Some- Somebody get McGonagall! Or Madame Pomfrey! Or Dumbledore! No, get all of them!" Hermione looked at Ginny, who sped out of the tower.
"I'll get McGonagall, you guys get Dumbledore!" Hm. That's a pretty good idea. I have such a smart sister. Man, she is lucky. Smart and all the Weasley good looks rolled into one. Impressive.
"Ron, let's go!" Hermione yelled at me, dragging me out of the tower and out of my thoughts.
We raced down the stairs, and into the hallway, on the way to Dumbledore's office.
"Wait, Hermoine. How do we get in? We don't know the password! Let's just go back. Harry'll be fine. Bloody hell, Hermione, my arm hurts. Stop pulling it! It doesn't bend that way! Her-mi-o-neeee! That HURTS! Let me gooooo!" I whined, not really up for going all the way to Dumbledore's office just to not know the password.
She paused at my words, then grabbed my arm tighter and sped off. Ugh. This wouldn't be fun. Now we have to go all over the castle, when I all wanted to do tonight was yell at Hermione and take a bubble bath. (What? Don't look at me like that! Manly men like me take bubble baths! Ask anyone! They'll tell you the same!)
Back to the past (Ha ha! Like back to the future? Get it? No? Neither do I.)
Moony? Prongs? Wormtail? Padfoot? This could be some weird coincident, couldn't it? They couldn't really be the Marauders, could they?
The train blew its whistle, and the boys left to get on the train, trunks dragged along behind. I realized that I should probably get on too, since I had my trunk and such. I followed them onto the train, and watched them all get into a compartment by themselves. I still couldn't get over how much my dad and I looked alike. Almost matching good looks. Crazy.
I was getting pushed around by all of the other students, and noticed one that really stood out. A long, hook nose, greasy black hair, and OH MY GOD, it was Snape! At 17! Merlin, I wish I had a camera. This was too good.
But before I could contemplate how I could use this as revenge, the train lurched forward and many of the wizards and witches had set off to their own compartments. I had to find a seat.
I hurried over to where I saw 'the marauders' run off to. I could fit in there! I opened the door and heard the end of their conversation.
"-Not snog in here? Or like, ever? It's scarring me for life." 'Prongs' was saying, looking over at the two across from him.
"Come on Prongs! You're already scarred from walking in on us so much, what's a little more?" 'Padfoot' replied, annoyed. Then 'Moony' shook his head.
"It doesn't really matter, Sirius. Prongs and I have to go sit up front. Me in the prefects' compartment, him in the Head compartment."
"But Moony! We haven't seen you all summer!" "I saw you last week, Padfoot!" "How can you just leave!? I thought our love was stronger than that?!" He put on a sad face, while it seemed he was hiding a smile.
"Of course it is. Let's go, James. Oh, Sirius, don't act like a child. You have a visitor." He said, indicating towards me. Oh. He noticed. 'Moony' and 'Prongs' left and I watched 'Padfoot' cross his legs and put them over the seat next to him. Well, I wasn't sitting there. I looked over to the boy who I hadn't noticed until now. 'Wormtail'. I hoped that it wasn't really Peter Pettigrew, because then I'd be sitting next to a murderer. And call me crazy, but that doesn't really ring 'safe' in my mind.
"Hi. Can I sit here?" I asked 'Wormtail' since 'Padfoot' was giving me suspious glances.
"Uh, sure. I guess that'd be okay. Wouldn't it, Padfoot?" He answered nervously, looking at the other boy.
"No." He answered but I sat down anyway, in the seat next to 'Wormtail'. 'Wormtail' looked panicked at him, then at me, but still anxiously said, "H-Hi. I'm P-Peter P-Pettigrew. T-That's S-Sirius B-Black. W-Who are y-you?" I jumped up, stunned at his welcome.
"You're Peter Pettigrew? Are you sure? Sirius Black? That's not possible!" Sirius looked at me, curious and slightly entertained.
"And why, pray tell, is that so impossible?"
"Because Sirius Black died last year! Bellatrix Lestrange killed him! I saw!" He looked up at me, shaken, but I continued. "And you can't be Peter Pettigrew, either!" I paused, slightly out of breath. "And if you two claim to be them, that means- Were those two that just left James Potter and Remus Lupin? No. That can't be! Are they?" They looked at each other, dazed, and then nodded at me.
"Merlin, something's wrong with you. Sit down and expla-." Sirius started, but I cut him off.
"What year is it?!" I gazed at him.
"1977. Why?" Peter looked befuddled.
"1977?! That's ridiculous! That would mean," It was the past. No one's died yet. "Merlin! They're still alive! You're alive! Mum and Dad are alive! I have to go see them! Remus said Dad went to the Head compartment, right!? Oh Merlin! I have to go see them!" I reached for the door, ready to run and find them and have a happy little reunion full of hugs and biscuits.
"Petrificus Totalus" Sirius yelled, putting me in a body bind. "Listen, freak. You're gonna sit down and tell us what's going on, or we send you to Mungo's and tell Dumbledore that you attacked us, alright? Blink once if you promise to sit." I blinked once, angrily, and he mumbled the counter. "Alright, now tell us who you are."
"I'm Harry Potter." I responded, after sitting back down next to Pettigrew, albeit a little farther away. "I am the son of Lily and James Potter." They looked back at me, stunned speechless. "I am the boy who lived." I added, because it made me sound more important than I was. But it worked, and I had their attention. And I liked attention.
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