A/N: Hey, readers!
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Remus kept his eyebrow raised before turning to look back at Harry. "I did this with your dad and Sirius at school." He narrowed his eyes to look at the younger Peter Pettigrew. "And Peter." he said, growling the name as he came to it.
The younger Remus just stared at the older one in awe. "H-how far did we go into the future? Sirius! I thought you were supposed to control this!"
Sirius just shrugged and rolled his eyes. "So what? Now we can know what our futures gonna' be like! Who knows, I might be an auror!"
"…Don't tell them anything, Harry. They mustn't know. I know I was curious as a boy, too, but we must keep it a secret. Otherwise it'll change everything. I really should stop coming to the future…"
Ginny looked at them in confusion. "I'm still getting my head around this." she murmured quietly.
"You're not the only one, Gin." Harry answered, rubbing his temples.
His raven bangs were barely covering the scar, and James seemed to notice this. "Oi, Harry? Where did you get the cut on your head from?"
"Oh, this? Umm… When I was younger. I got the scar after my parents died in a car crash." he answered, rubbing his arm with a clenched fist. The teenager felt guilty for lying to his father, but what had to be done was what had to happen.
"Wow… Sorry, mate." James said, his hazel eyes filling with sympathy.
His son nodded, as Ginny squeezed his hand. She knew it must have to be hard for him, talking to his father properly like this, very much alive and in the flesh. She knew he just wanted to spill everything, warn them of what was to happen, but he couldn't.
With Ron and Hermione
Hermione's hand still clung to Ron's tightly as he led her back to Gryffindor Tower slowly. He didn't want to be confronted by Harry about this, who had been teasing him about Hermione since sixth year.
Yet, Hermione didn't care one bit. The boy she loved, also one of her best friends in the world, had finally admitted his feelings for her and vice versa. She couldn't be happier.
Soon, the young couple reached the Grand Staircase, and waited for one of the cream ramps to move to their platform. Once it connected back, they hurried towards another and climbed another set of stairs before reaching the top, where various painting characters greeted them with a large smile. Everything had been peaceful, and no one really gave them a cold shoulder.
Except for Filch who was more annoyed at the students and Peeves than ever.
Hermione flashed a grin back while Ron muttered a 'hey' in response.
The duo soon reached the painting with the Fat Lady who was trying to practice her opera singing.
Hermione gasped as Ron cringed at covered his ears. "Stop singing!" he yelled over her.
"Wait a moment! Just watch this!"
She was holding a glass chalice in her right hand, much like she did in their third year. Her brown calls were styled in a medieval hairstyle, as was her dress, and she soon reached a high note.
"Please!" Hermione shrieked, wincing slightly, putting her palms gently to her ears.
"Just wait! I will make this chalice break!" the Fat Lady replied in frustration.
She cleared her throat before taking a large gasp of breath and hitting another high note. She hit the glass against the wall, before gasping (much like she did in Prisoner of Azkaban) in 'awe to her superb skills'.
"Look at that! Now you can go in. Password?" she asked innocently.
The ginger haired adult finally removed his hands from his ears and scowled at the painted woman, as Hermione followed suit – just without the scowl.
"Dumbledore." Hermione said, grinning slightly at it.
The password was a perfect one, describing both Albus and Aberforth – both brothers who fought in the war, unfortunately, one died fighting, much like a lot of their loved ones.
The portrait swung open and the couple walked inside, ready to greet Harry as they entangled their fingers once more. Hermione ran forward eagerly but stopped dead when she saw them there.
"Hermione, why'd you—"
Ron stopped as well, his mouth falling agape as he saw all the occupants of the room.
From Ginny, Harry, Remus Lupin and then the four Marauders.
"Bloody hell…"
"You have got to be kidding me."
Hermione turned to glare at her best friend. "How in the world…?"
Harry quickly cut her off. "Hermione! I-It's a long story…"
Ginny nodded her head vigorously and bowed her head and raised her eyebrows and the sight of her brother and best friends hands intertwined. "Well, it's about time!" she said, following her pale arms.
Hermione blushed, as Ron's ears turned crimson to match his hair. "Shut up, Ginny." he hissed.
His younger sister just laughed. "So, we're all ears. Spill it."
"Later." Hermione answered. "I'd like to know what happened here first." she said, gesturing towards the four boys staring at them in confusion.
"Aren't you the people that stalked out of here earlier?" asked Sirius.
Peter widened his eyes and scurried to hide behind James.
Ron glared the boy and then brought his mouth to Hermione's to whisper, "Scabbers is there."
Hermione nodded as Ron drew back. "How did you four arrive here?" she asked, aiming the question at Sirius, knowing fairly well that it was either him or James.
"Hey! Don't look at me, it wasn't my fault." he retaliated childishly as the older Remus chuckled.
"Of course it was your fault, Padfoot." he said.
Sirius widened his eyes. "They know our nicknames too? Oh, blimey…"
"Of course I do. I'm one of the Marauders myself, you know." the older Remus replied.
James shook his head. "We know, it's just really weird for us, and imagine this for Moony."
The younger Remus nodded, though didn't talk. It was odd seeing his older self - there standing before him.
The older Marauder nodded in understanding. "I know the feeling; it was like that when we did this."
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