Home and Discoveries

The end of fall term came quickly after the quidditch match. The group was currently packing up all their stuff as the train was leaving in 3 hours. The Bandits were saddened as this was the first holiday they had spent apart in three years. Ron and 'Mione would be spending the first week with the Weasleys and Ria and Harry would be staying with their grandparents, the Potters. The train ride home was uneventful and the group was met on the platform by the Evans, Potters, and Weasleys. With hugs they separated and continued home.

When the group staying at the Potters arrived Elizabeth (as Harry and Ria were told to call her) swept her two grandchildren into the kitchen to help get dinner ready and to talk. She sent the others upstairs with the trunks instructing the boys that there would be two to a room for the holidays. Remus and Sirius were happy that they could share rooms with their beloveds (as long as the Potters didn't find out). As the boys brought up Ria's trunk (it was the last one), it accidentally got dropped and it broke open. Out spilled all of her stuff; the boys cleaned it up but stopped when they saw three books. The first book had the word Scrapbook embossed on the cover, the second said Photographs in gold and above the word had a grim, wolf, stag, and lily and below the word had a phoenix, wolf, dog, and cat, the third book was black leather with the word diary in purple across it.

Now being the marauders they opened the diary and on the first page it read Diary of Arianna Lillian Potter

Read at your own risk

Harold James Potter, If you read this I will kill you

They opened it to the first entry, which read:

Dear Diary,

Today is August 1st 1991. Yesterday was my birthday, and boy did I get a surprise. Let me tell you about my self. I am now 11 years old; I have a twin brother named Harry. I live with my aunt and uncle who don't like Harry or me that much; we didn't know why that was until yesterday. Until yesterday we had always been told that we were freaks and unworthy of love or affection, we made weird things happen and never had an explanation until now. At the beginning of the week we received two letters- one for me and one for Harry. Aunt Petunia would not let us read them, and Uncle Vernon locked us in our room for the rest of the day. Over the week more and more letters came and finally Uncle Vernon took us to this hut on an island to escape the letters. At midnight on our birthday a giant man named Hagrid came to the hut and told us who we are. Harry and I are magical. We get to go to a special school and learn to use it. Hagrid also told us that we're famous. Harry is known as The-Boy-Who-Lived, he survived a killing curse from some evil wizard named Voldemort. That's how our parents died, Aunt Petunia always said that they died in a car crash, but Hagrid said our mum and dad were two of the best students ever to go through Hogwarts and that Harry and I are two of the most powerful magical children who had ever been born. He said we needed to know this because everyone else would and they would be using it to try and befriend us. After that Hagrid let us get some sleep and in the morning he took us to Diagon Alley. It is the coolest place in the world. Harry and I got an owl to send post with and our wands are brothers to Voldemort's. I had great fun and can't wait for the 1st of September.

"Their uncle told them they were unworthy of love?"

"They're from the future?"

"Harry survived the killing curse?"

"Lets keep reading." They flipped ahead to the date September 1st, 1997/1977 and read:

Dear Diary,

You will never guess what happened to us Bandits today. First Hogwarts was attacked so Flame, Mutt, Sneak, and I went onto the field followed closely by Moony and Padfoot. It was a bloody mess and Tome was there with all of his death eaters. Moony and Padfoot managed to get Malfoy (the older one), the psychotic bitch (Bellatrix Lestrange), and Wormtail. Padfoot was so happy when he got Wormy, it was good to see him dance in the middle of a battle field. It was chaos for me, Snuffles and Jalen managed to get me out of many a tight spot, I have never killed so many without thought before, it is awful to feel this guilt, I took people's lives and I will have to live with that. Almost an hour after the start of the battle Flame managed to finally fulfill his destiny. That's right, HE KILLED VOLDEMORT! Yep, he finally offed the snake-faced bastard. What happened next is the real kicker, somehow our grief comgined with our magic and a desire to go to a place we can heal took the four of us back in time to 1977. We are in my parents 7th year at school. I'm glad they accepted so quickly, mum and dad are awesome, I'm so glad I got to finally meet them. The Moony and Padfoot here are so different as well. They are worriless and carefree, with no grey hairs or worry wrinkles, though Remus is still a great guy to seek for comfort and he is so understanding, and he also won't have to worry about the full moon stories, though I wonder what Dad, Padfoot, and Wormtail are going to do about sneaking out to run with him.

Goodnight,

Shadow

"Wow, lets look at the other books."

"That's all you can say Remus, Harry killed Voldemort. And these are my children from the future- this is so messed up, but lets look at the scrap book."

The first page of the scrap book contained wedding photos and announcements aas well as birth announcements and picture of an older James and Lily holding infant Harry and Ria. The next was filled with a first birthday party and the first Halloween followed that. It was the next page that shocked the boys, it was filled with newspaper headlines that read Potters Killed by You-Know-Who, Harry Potter Survived Killing Curse, Boy-Who-Lived and Sister Sent to Muggle Relatives, Sirius Black in Azkaban, Peter Pettigrew Dead, the headlines went on like this for two pages. They flipped through the book until they reached the part that read:

BLACK STILL AT LARGE

Sirius Black, possibly the most infamous prisoner ever to be held in Azkaban fortress, is still eluding capture, the Ministry of Magic confirmed today. "We are doing all we can to recapture Black," said the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, this morning, "and we beg the magical community to remain calm." Fudge has been criticized by some members of the International Federation of Warlocks for informing the Muggle Prime Minister of the crisis. "Well, really, I had to, don't you know," said an irritable Fudge. "Black is mad. He's a danger to anyone who crosses him, magic or Muggle. I have the Prime Minister's assurance that he will not breathe a word of Black's true identity to anyone. And let's face it- who'd believe him if he did?" While Muggles have been told that Black is carrying a gun (a kind of metal wand which Muggles use to kill each other), the magical community lives in fear of a massacre like that of twelve years ago, when Black murdered thirteen people with a single curse.

Here the door to the room opened ant Harry and Ria stood there with unreadable expressions on their faces.