Anyone up for a new chapter? Because I am! In case you didn't know, I was forced into a science fair. And I got an A-/B+! So yeah, I'm finally writing this chappie to celebrate!

During Algebra the teacher was just droning on…and on…and on… So I whipped out a fresh piece of paper and started drawing the Marauders' animagus forms. AND I DIDN'T GET CAUGHT! That's how sneaky I am... :)

So back to the actual story: What do you think will happen once Harry and Sirius meet? Will they discover a way for him to go back into the past? Will Harry get mad? Will they both just scream their ears off? These questions will be answered… It's easy to find out! Just click the scroll bar and slide it down, or swipe the screen with your finger or a special pen thingy, or push down that little button on the keyboard that is near the bottom and has an arrow-pointing-down picture on it!

(P.S. Young Sirius cannot remember which spell he used to get to the future; in fact I can't even remember, and I'm the writer!)

(P.S. This is Harry's fourth year, but it's after he's convinced Ron that it wasn't his fault that Barty Crouch Jr. put his name in the goblet. And I didn't know what to do with Hermione- I think she needs to cool down still. You'll find out in a few paragraphs…)

DIS: Are you dumb enough to believe that I own Harry Potter? Because that's just sad… I don't.

(Harry's POV)

"Damn Malfoy." I mumbled under my breath as I turned the corner. We and my two friends had dueled in the hallway again because of that word. "Mudblood." What a stupid slytherin slogan for a muggleborn. Why are they so against them?! Just because Voldemort calls them that doesn't mean they have to! Why don't you just kill yourself purebloods?! (Not the blood traitors, of course.)

I was heading over to the common room to cool off when Ron and Hermione joined my sides in stride. I glanced at my best mates; they were just what I needed right now. If only Ginny was here, it would be perfect… Ron suddenly spoke up in a growling snarl.

"I hate how all those stupid slytherins do that to Hermione. They don't do it as much to the other muggleborns, I'm sure…"

"Anyway," Hermione tried to change the mood, "Thanks for taking that Hex for me, Harry. Like Ron implied, Malfoy seems to go after us the most. What I'm trying to say is, I think we all should head up to the common room and study."

"What?" I exclaimed. "How would studying help us cool down?"

"Yeah 'Mione!" Ron added, "Let's just play some chess."

"You mean wizard's chess? You know that neither I nor Harry can beat you in that game…" Hermione protested. "I vote for studying. The O.W.L.'s are only next year! We need to be ready!" She stumbled over the step she was climbing; we were nearing the Gryffindor's password portrait.

"That's not until the very end of the year! Besides, that's what comes of studying. Clumsiness."

Hermione turned on her heel and glared at Ron. "That is not funny, Ronald!" She pouted. I didn't understand why she was acting like this; it was only a joke. I couldn't help myself from chuckling.

"That goes for you, too!" Hermione stormed up to the giant fat lady portrait in the hallway. "Butternut Squash." The portrait swung open and she climbed through the small hole and I heard her stomp up the stairs leading to the girls' dorms. I looked at Ron.

"What's with her? It was just a joke."

"Blimey, I don't know mate. But we might as well play some chess before bed."

"Don't be silly, Ron. I couldn't beat you at chess for the life of me. How about some exploding snap?" I crawled out of the portrait hole and causally walked around the empty common room until I met the blue beanbag chair, which I sat down in. Ron sat on the red one opposite of me.

"Well, I- BLOODY HELL!" Ron sprang up from his chair and leapt off of the rug. I squirmed in my seat for a moment; someone had rolled out of the fireplace in front of us. A larger figure followed suit, covered in dust as well as the smaller person. On instinct my hand raced to my shirt pocket and grabbed firmly my Holly-and-phoenix-feather wand.

"*cough* W-who are you?" I heard Ron ask, his voice shaking; he was not ignoring the layers of chimney dust in the air. A familiar voice answered, "Purria Aivoracas!" The air became as fresh as pine woods, and my glasses reflected two people; my godfather Sirius and a younger boy who somehow looked just like him. I lowered my wand and slipped it back in my pocket.

Sirius came forward as the younger practically dragged him towards us. He excitedly exclaimed, "Hi! Are you really Harry Potter?!" The younger was practically jumping up and down. Sirius chuckled, "Sorry, Harry. This is my younger self. I know this may be bad timing, but… We both couldn't wait any longer."

"Uhh…" I stuttered, not knowing how to respond. "Sirius, I think you've officially lost it. There is no way that that's your younger self." Sirius just rolled his eyes. "Time turners can't just send someone into the future! They can only go in the past!"

Suddenly there was some scuffing of shoes, and Hermione tumbled down the stairs to face us all. Her hair was wind-blown, and her chestnut eyes were as wide as papayas. "Did someone say 'time turner'?"

"Well," the young stranger spoke up, sounding like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "I actually didn't come by a time turner."

My godfather spun around to face his companion. "Wait- then how did you get here?!" The young Sirius sheepishly grinned; "I forgot the spell." He choked.

"STOP!" Everyone in the room turned towards where the shouting came from; the ancient fireplace. "DON'T DO IT!" A man I recognized came crawling out. He had cropped sandy hair, a mustache, a greyish business suit, and a face covered in soot. "Remus!"

He smiled at me and pulled out his wand. "Purria Aivoracas!" The two doppelgangers slowly looked at each other, gulped, and ran back into the fireplace. "Oh, no you don't! Accio!" Both Siriuses were slung like rubber bands towards him, and after they crashed into each other they were a pile of laundry it seemed. "Get off me you two!" They struggled for some time before standing upright. I could feel the corners of my lips turning up in laughter. Ron was going to add a comment, but Hermione beat him to it.

"Professor Lupin, what's going on?" She politely asked him while he was brushing his slacks free of dust. He looked up at her.

"In a nutshell, Sirius found his younger self wondering around and brought him back to Grimmald Place. But he wanted to meet you, so here we are."

"Wait- Sirius Black from the past is here?! How did this happen?!" she shrieked. Fortunately she remembered to put up some wards before she screamed.

The one we were talking about spoke up. "Well, as I said before, I don't remember. I was hoping you'd have the answer."

"Since we have him here, I vote we find out his opinion of the Marauders." Ron wisely added. Hermione had a look of interest on her face, and it wasn't his suggestion- it was the fact that he had said it.

"What do you want to know?" Young Sirius leaned back in one of the comfy chairs of the common room with his arms folded behind his head. He stared into our- especially mine- eyes.

I gulped, "W-what was my father like?" The Sirius and Remus from our time sprung up, surprised that I hadn't just asked them. I didn't- and there was a good reason. They hated talking about my father, and I knew it perfectly well. So I figured if I simply asked them, they would spring a funny comment, chuckle, then nervously change the subject. But I wanted to know more, so I decided I would ask someone who had- probably- just talked to him recently.

"Well, uhh… that's a tough question. What do you want to know about him?"

"Ya know… the basics. Like what do you guys do together?" I felt the older Sirius's eyes staring into tear into my soul. I didn't care. I needed to know my dad as much as possible.

"Me and Prongs are the best pranksters Hogwarts has ever seen!" The young Sirius exasperated. "How could you not have any idea?! You know, why- oh. Sorry…" He suddenly remembered that I had no parents. He was just in time to save me the embarrassment; I felt my eyes darting downwards, and I felt like crying. But I quickly covered it up by taking a deep breath and staring upwards into his grey orbs. But it seemed like he didn't quite get the message.

"Why don't I just bring him here? Then you can get to know him for real!" Young Sirius abruptly changed the subject. I heard someone- probably Ron- ask, "You can do that?"

"Why not? We just need to find a time portal."

"Time portal? Time portal?! You say that like its easy!" Remus exasperated.

"Yeah! I bet if we could find that spell, we could drag Prongs over the time difference! The spell, however…" Young Sirius trailed off at the end. This was noticed by his older self.

"The spell! The spell that brought you here! I completely forgot!"

I was a little lost in what brought the younger version of my godfather into his future, but I decided that I would find out soon. That spell, whatever it was, was going to bring my father to me. Of course, the younger version of my deceased father, but I couldn't care less. It would bring my father to me. I was going to meet my father; after 14 years of never having parents. I was willing to do whatever it would take…

Hey! It's me again! How have ya been? Things going good? Bad? Maybe? Yeah…

Okay, enough randomness. (NO! DON'T TAKE MY RANDOMNESS!) Anyway, I'm bringing James into the picture! Some of you out there are squealing for joy. Some are letting go of that breath they were holding. Some are still holding it! Some of you are sadly shutting off your device/computer because you didn't want Prongs to come in (yet!). And some of you are peering over your friend's shoulder and begging them to go to the next chapter. Either that, or you're doing something else I don't know about. So please, do what you do, and review. Then go to the next chapter if it's there yet. If it's not there, no worries. I'll update soon. BYE!