Thanks to roguehobbit and zippiygirl for reviewing my first story! Sorry I couldn't post a 'thanks' sooner…

Plot: Harry travels back into the Marauders' time by accident. Hermione, Ron, and Ginny soon follow, as well as… well, what can you expect with the Marauders around? LJ, probably HG and RHr, maybe S and R with OC's. Dunno yet. No slash!

Disclaimer: I do NOT own anything that belongs to J.K. Rowling. If I did, I would be rich and famous… which might not be much fun. My characters are MINE, though. -

Chapter 1

"Achilles' Heel"

"Honestly, Harry, I wish you would stop doing that," Hermione protested as Harry tossed the time turner into the air. "That thing is so unpredictable."

"Relax, 'Mione. I'll be okay," Harry reassured her.

"Right. Harry's handled more than a time turner, you know," Ron chimed in.

"Ron!" Hermione protested. "It doesn't matter what you've been through! Haven't you heard of Achilles' heel?" Ron stared blankly at Hermione.

"What? Why should I care about Chilly's heel, whoever he is?"

"Achilles' heel. His mother dipped him in the river Styx to make him invincible, but she held on to his heel, which became his only weak spot. That's where he was shot with an arrow in the Trojan War, and he died from it."

"Well, he should have worn some bloody shoes," Ron retorted. "How can someone die from an arrow hitting his heel, anyway?" Hermione sighed, irritated.

"They only had sandals back then, you dolt."

"Well, I don't see how someone can die from having his heel hit, unless the arrow was poisoned. And even then, why couldn't they just do a spell to reverse it?"

"THEY'RE MUGGLES!" Hermione shouted.

"Calm down, you two," Harry protested, catching the time turner. "You're messing up my concentration-" he started to say as he began to disappear. "Hey!" Harry's voice faded as he disappeared from their view.

"Harry!" Hermione and Ron called after him.

"Where are you?" Ron asked. "Are you using that invis-"

"Are you daft?" Hermione interrupted, picking her time turner up from the floor. "This isn't a joke. He's gone through the time turner to who knows when. Come on, we've got to find Dumbledore."

"Mione, it's almost dinnertime," Ron complained. She ignored him and dragged him towards Dumbledore's office, barely avoiding a collision with Snape in her hurry.

"Where are you going, Ms. Granger?" Snape demanded.

"We've got to find Dumbledore," she told him.

"He will be at dinner, just like every other person at Hogwarts. Are you suggesting that Dumbledore should deny himself sustenance because some Griffendor must bother the headmaster with a trifle matter?" He glared at her.

"No, it's really important," Ron protested.

"Ten points off Griffendor, young Weasley. Now, get moving before I take off more points." Immediately they ran toward the cafeteria, but once Snape was out of sight Hermione pulled Ron down another corridor.

"We've got to find out when and where Harry is," she hissed.

"But 'Mione, I'm hungry," Ron protested.

"Stop thinking about your stomach at a time like this. Didn't you even hear me?" Ron sighed and followed her the rest of the way to Dumbledore's office.

"Acid pops," he said. The door creaked open, then closed behind them.

"Professor Dumbledore?" Hermione called tentatively. There was no response.

"He's not here. I'm going to dinner now," Ron informed her. Hermione sighed.

"All right. We can go to dinner, but right afterwards we are coming directly here."

"What a bloody nuisance," Ron muttered. Hermione bit her lip at the word "bloody," but thought she had reprehended him enough. After all, he was right.

Harry found himself standing in an empty hallway at Hogwarts. It looked almost the same as it had a moment before except for a few odd notices: Lost: History of Muggle wars. Return or be hexed, said the most shocking one. Where am I? Harry wondered. It must have been the time turner. Oh, great! I wonder how I can get back?

An angry scream interrupted his thoughts.

"How dare you follow me! I've had enough of your cockiness today, and if you ask me out one more time I swear I will hex you, prat!" Harry stepped cautiously toward the voice. Her back faced him; he could determine none of her features save her flowing red hair.

"But, Evans," a strangely familiar yet unfamiliar person protested. "How can you say that to a charming prince like me?"

"You stupid git," she growled, knocking the other person's glasses from his face. "You might charm a snake, but that cocky, idiotic grin will get you nowhere with me, Potter." Harry started; this person looked exactly like him from a distance. "What was that? Potter, I am sick of your jokes! Petrificus Totalus!" Harry saw the wand move one moment too late; the next moment, he lay on the ground, unable to move.

"Accio, glasses," the other Potter muttered. My father? Harry wondered.

"Wait- if that wasn't- oh, you stupid git!" Evans shouted. "Get out of here, prat!"

"I'll call on you later, love," Harry heard him reply before footsteps echoed down the hallway. Evans groaned before walking over to Harry.

"You look just like Potter," she mused, shaken. "Are you one of his jokes? Answer me!" Harry tried to speak, but couldn't. "Oh, how could I forget? Am I absentminded today or what?" She quickly undid the spell. Harry stared into her emerald eyes, so like his own, and said the first thing that popped into his head.

"Mum?"