The Marauders and the First Book
By rawr52
Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER – THE RIGHTS BELONG TO JK ROWLING! COMPRENDER?
Summary: Yup, I know this story has been done already like a hundred million billion squillion etc. times, but please give it a chance anyway! Enjoy loads!
Prologue
There are many things, even in the wizarding world, that a person would pay to see. From a phoenix birth to a Giant wedding; from a gnome's birthday party to the Chudley Cannons actually winning a match; of all these things, to see the James Potter speechless was probably top of the list. Which was most likely why, Lily Luna speculated, as she stared into the face of her dad's godfather from the past (there's a sentence she never thought she'd say) the boy looked like he was getting way more of a kick out of it than he should.
In all fairness though, the other boy had every right to be confused. After all, he had just seen his grandchildren from the future and co. appear out of thin air in front of him with a time turner and a bunch of children's books. She'd be confused too.
-Flashback-
"I'm bored!" Sirius moaned. It was a regular day in the Gryffindor common room. He and his friends were sitting aimlessly around in the best armchairs by the fire (Marauder's privilege); or rather he was sitting aimlessly. Moony meanwhile, was poring over his transfiguration notes, mumbling quietly to himself as he searched for something to help him with his essay. James was lounging in his armchair, perfectly relaxed, a faraway look in his eyes as he dreamed about everyone's favourite red-head. Wormy was switching between gazing admiringly at Sirius and James, and sneaking peeks at Remus's homework whenever the werewolf wasn't looking. A low babble of chatter thrummed in the background with a kind of senseless, soothing rhythm. Yup, perfectly regular, thought Sirius, who was gazing around the common room with a distinct air of boredom. He hated it. And not only because the word regular reminded him of his younger brother.
He looked around expectantly, waiting for someone to answer his statement. No one did. He fixed his eyes on Prongs, who was still off in la-la land judging by the glazed look in his eyes. "Prongs." He said, clearly expecting some form of recognition. He got none. "James." He tried, leaning forward in the love seat he was occupying by himself (much to the disgruntlement of the many people who were standing around, seat-less) and speaking a little louder in an attempt to capture the boy's attention. "Oi, James!" He said, finally losing patience. Nothing. He sighed. There was only one thing for it.
"Lily Evans, stop stripping in the common room!" He shouted loudly, grinning when his friend immediately jerked out of his daydream and began looking wildly around. "There's a time and a place!" James scoured the room frantically with eager hazel eyes. He wasn't sure whether to be disappointed or relieved when he saw no sign of the girl anyway in the room. But it wasn't until he looked back round, with a puzzled expression, to see Sirius rolling around on the floor, pissing himself laughing, that he caught on.
"Padfoot!" He yelled at the boy, pouting childishly. "What have I told you about making naked Lily jokes?" A few chuckles were heard from the people around them who'd been eavesdropping, as Sirius continued to howl with laughter, tears of mirth leaking down his cheeks, which he would later vehemently deny ("I've never cried in my life!"). James's glare intensified as he realised that even Remus was sniggering. Sirius however, took no notice, laughing until his ribs hurt and he had multiple stitches. James narrowed his eyes.
"You look like your great-great-grandfather!" He yelled suddenly, and Sirius immediately stopped laughing, lips clamping together, and eyes narrowed to slits.
"Take that back!" He yelled, glaring at James, who merely smirked and stuck out his tongue.
"No!" The stag animagus answered childishly
"Take it back!"
"No!"
"Argh!" And suddenly, Sirius had a squirming James in a headlock.
"Padfoot!" James yelled, attempting to bat his hands away. "Okay!" He yelled, finding no escape. "Okay, I' m sorry! You don't look like you great –great-grandfather!" Padfoot smirked and released him from the headlock.
"You look like your great-great-great-grandfather!" He yelled, and then turned on his heel and fled through the portrait hole.
"Get back here Potter!" Sirius roared, scrambling over the armchair James had been sitting in and bolting for the door. "Get you arse over here you scrawny git!" And he took off down the corridor after his friend, the spectators from the common room chanting "Fight! Fight! Fight!" behind him.
Remus, still in his armchair, slowly put down his Transfiguration book and sighed. "Oh boy."
...
"Get back here Prongs!" Sirius yelled, and suddenly, he ran right into the boy and forced him back into a tight headlock. "Apologise!" He yelled as the boy let out a girly shriek.
"Ah, what the hell?" The boy yelled, kicking and squirming. "Let go of me, you mad-man! I haven't done anything!" Sirius thought he heard four of five people laughing a short way away, but ignored it, focussing entirely on getting an apology out of his friend.
"Um… Padfoot?" He spun round when a familiar voice tore him from his strangling.
"Wha-?" There, before him, stood James, smirking and raising his eyebrows at his friend, who looked down to see that the boy in his arms, while he looked like James, wasn't him at all. "Oh. Sorry." The boy jumped back once released and rubbed at the back of his neck, eying Sirius reproachfully.
"What was that for?" Sirius suddenly realised why it was he had thought this boy was James. He was shorter than James, about the height his friend had been in third year. He had James's face, the same scrawny build. He too wore glasses, but the eyes behind them were not hazel, but a warm chocolate brown.
"Um, James?" Sirius said, turning to the real James. "You sure that's not you?" As he spoke, he heard a gasp.
"Yes Padfoot. Quite sure." But Sirius wasn't looking at James any more. Instead, he had turned and was looking at the girl who had gasped.
She was a small, red haired girl, with a pile of books in her arms and those same warm, brown eyes. As he turned, she let out another gasp, eyes raking over him. "Sirius? Sirius Black? Is that you?" There were more gasps, and Sirius turned around to see that he was surrounded by children.
There was another boy, who looked almost exactly like the first, except that his eyes were bright green rather than brown, and he was shorter. The other boy was older than all of them, and was in fact, more like a man than a boy. He had bright blue hair and penetrating eyes. He looked vaguely familiar. In fact they all did. The last person there, a girl with flaming red hair was holding in her hand a small, rounded glass case on a chain, in which an hourglass was quivering. They all looked shocked.
"Yes." Said Sirius slowly, in answer to the youngest girl's question. "That's me."
"And you," The girl turned to James, some strange emotion clouding her brown eyes. "You're James Potter." It was more a statement than a question. James frowned.
"I'm sorry, do I now you?" He asked, none too politely. The girl blinked, and seemed to be holding back tears. The youngest boy – the one with the bright green eyes – put an arm around her, and gazed reproachfully at James, his eyes full of that same emotion. The boy whom Sirius had mistaken for James however, was suddenly grinning broadly.
"No way!" He yelled, with a smile so big it hurt just to look at, "This is so cool!" He grinned at James. "Hi James Potter! I'm James Potter! Jr!" James (Sr) stared.
-Flashback-
"You're – You're who?" James stuttered, finally braking out of his trance.
"James Potter Jr!" Little James yelled excitedly. "Your grandson from the future!" Behind him, the little girl who'd asked Sirius his name, face-palmed.
"James!" She scolded, exasperated. "You can't do it like that! This James is just 17 years old!" She gestured to James Sr. "He isn't even married yet! Him and grandma probably haven't even got together yet!" She rolled her eyes. Sirius grinned. It was a little funny seeing the midget shouting at what seemed to be her older brother. Sighing at her brother's un-repenting face, she turned to the two Marauders.
"Hi." She said, smiling slightly, "My name is Lily Luna Potter. I come from the future. That there is Albus Severus Potter, my brother." She gestured to the boy with bright eyes. "And that pile of dung," She glared at James Jr. "Is James Sirius Potter. This might be a little weird for you, but we're your grandchildren."
"Albus Severus?" James scowled, looking at the middle child and trying not to let his disgust show. "As in Severus Snape?"
"James Sirius?" Sirius grinned, his words overlapping with James's. "Like, me, Sirius?" Then he frowned. "Hey! How come it isn't Sirius James?"
Lily sighed. "Yes, Severus as in Snape." She said in answer to James's question. "And before you say anything against him, don't." She turned abruptly to Sirius. "And yes, Sirius as in you, Sirius Black. And I assume my dad names him James Sirius because his dad meant slightly more to him than his godfather.
James blinked. But only one word of that seemed to have gotten into Sirius's head. "Godfather? I'm James's son's godfather?" He squealed loudly in a girlish manner when Lily nodded the affirmative. "Yes! Ha, in your face Moony!"
"What about Moony?" Came Remus's voice as he and Peter rounded the corner, panting heavily. "Hey, where did you two go? We've been looking for you!" He came to a stop when he saw his friends were talking to. "Huh?" He said lamely.
"Remus?" Lily asked, smiling. "Remus Lupin?" But someone else spoke over her.
"Dad?" The four boys from the present turned to the blue haired boy. Remus blinked, bemused.
Lily gave a watery smile, and coughed back a sob. She could be a little over emotional at times. "Remus," She sniffed, and the werewolf turned to her, "This is Teddy Remus Lupin, your son from the future." Remus froze, and stared at the boy looking as though he'd been hit over the head with a beater's bat. There was a moment's silence before-
"Hello?" Everyone turned to see the other red-haired girl looking rather cross with her hands on her hips. "Isn't anybody going to introduce me?" James (Jr) snickered, and she shot him a look.
"Um…" He stammered, looking quite honestly scared of the girl. "This is Rose Weasley. The granddaughter of Arthur Weasley and Molly Prewett. She's my cousin."
Rose smiled and nodded approvingly. "Now that's more like it."
"Um, sorry to interrupt," The last of the Marauders spoke and everyone turned to look at him. Remus noticed that the children from the future seemed to be looking at Wormtail with some hostility. "But how come you're in our time?"
Rose scowled, apparently annoyed at him for asking such a valid question. Remus frowned. Something definitely wasn't right. He looked from Wormtail, who looked confused, to Rose, who reluctantly answered the question. "We were going through some of Uncle Harry's stuff-"
"Harry? My son's called Harry?" James grinned. "I like it."
"Anyway, we were going through Uncle Harry's stuff," She said again in a softer voice, smiling at James. "And we found these books." She gestured to the books in Lily's arms. "They were all about his school years and all the stuff that happened to him. Then I found a time turner in my mum's desk. I think it's the only one left in the world. My mum must have snagged it from the Department of Mysteries." She ignored the four boy's stunned glances at that. "So anyway, we decided to come into the past and show you the books so we could change the future." A determined look came into her clear blue eyes at this, and Remus could've sworn her eyes flashed to Peter for a moment. "Anyway, if you don't want to read you don't have to, but it's a chance to change all the horrible stuff your son has to go through." She looked at James as she said this.
James nodded. "Let's read."
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