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James woke up in a room with two beds. At first, he had no idea where he was, and it took a few moments to remember- Hogwarts, 20 years in the future, The Emergency Room.

Sirius meanwhile was up and pacing to and throw at the foot of the beds, obviously deep in thought.

"Are you alright, Sirius? You seem a bit troubled, and after last night, no wonder." He hung his head.

"I'm sorry, it's just a lot to take in. and you're the one who's suppost to do this, after all, you're the one that's just been told…" he shrugged his shoulders and smiled apologetically.

"Don't worry, Padfoot, its ok. I still have a fairly long time to go, I get to marry Lily, and be with my baby son, and…"his voice died in his throat Sirius stopped pacing and came down to sit beside him, his hand on his back to comfort him.

"You know what, Prongs, we need to forget this. I mean, not completely" he added, at James's look, "what I mean is we need to get out minds off it. We have had all night to dwell on it, and I know you were up all night. I could hear you, tossing and turning all the time, and see your eyes, staring up wards!" he added with a laugh, and James replied "If you remember me doing this all night, than you never went to sleep, too. Until it was about 3 in the morning."

Sirius grinned. "Come on, let's hang around with Harry and his friends, no doubt they'd be an amusing group, him being your son. And, judging by the fact that they were talking to an escaped convict from Azkaban, using floo powder in the fire, and unless the rules have changed considerably since we were here, id have to say that they have as much care for the rules as we do. Did. Whatever! Let's go, I'm bored!"

"You're always bored!" James said, laughing.

They ate a couple of sandwiches that were on a table that appeared out of nowhere as soon as they realised that they were hungry.

They came out of the room, James closing the brightly polished door, and turned and saw the tapestry on the wall opposite. A few moth eaten trolls holding clubs turned away from a small, shrunken man, covered in bruises and supporting a bloody nose and black eye, to watch the two boys come out of the room, and then they disappear into thin air, and then the trolls, as though nothing happened turned back to club Barnabas the Barmy some more.

"Who would ever want to see trolls do ballet anyway?" Sirius asked as they moved along the corridor under the invisibility cloak towards the great hall, as they hoped where Harry and his friends would still be.

They carefully made their way down towards the hall, and saw Harry, Ron and Hermione come out into the Entrance Hall, Ron carrying a newspaper clutched in his hand, as the three of them seemed to be discussing an article they had read in it.

"How on earth can they say those things about her? ' She's been an immediate success… ' who are they kidding?" the redhead complained loudly.

"I just can't believe that she now has the power to inspect our classes. At least we know how we were landed with her." Harry said, bitterly.

"I still can't believe they named names. Eccentric decisions? Lupin, Hagrid, Moody? Werewolf, half giant, delusional? " Hermione broke off, fuming.

James and Sirius glanced at each other. It was printed that Remus was a werewolf?

Sirius spoke up. "For some reason, I'm not loving this future."

"Like you said. Let's follow them. No doubt there will be amusing snide remarks about their professors or something to cheer themselves up."

They followed the group as they made their way across the great castle, pausing at the Gryffindor common room and dormitories, as Ron took his paper up to his trunk, and the three of them collected their bags for the next lesson, and taking a very long time to do so.

"Oh, come on, bet a move on, we're going to be late. You don't want Binns to add more homework on to the load you've already got, do you?" Hermione huffed, and upon hearing the professor's name, James said quietly to Sirius, "Binns? I would have thought that old bore would have croaked by now. Or it could be a relative- son, daughter, perhaps?"

"Nah, the fool was too boring to have a family, I don't know how he would have ever attracted a woman. The rate he goes, he would have sent her to sleep at the dinner table on their first date, going on about the goblin rebellions!"

James chuckled, and the two of them slipped into the classroom behind Harry and his friends. Sirius noticed the lack of the professor as they took up two unoccupied seats at the back of the class, and said "I don't think we were the only late ones here!" as James helped him carefully move a seat closer to the other one, so they could sit comfortably under the cloak with out being seen. James grinned, but soon stopped, as the professor had just come into the classroom. Through the blackboard. He was the very same professor Binns, but an obvious ghost, and both Sirius and James felt their jaws drop.

"Of course, knowing him, he probably got up to teach, and left his body behind." Sirius said, correcting his previous statement, still stunned at the state of the teacher in front of them. However, they didn't stay stunned for long. They soon found themselves, like the rest of the class, drifting off to sleep. They woke up to the sound of the bell ringing, signalling the end of the lesson, and the beginning of the new one.

They managed to slip out the room as the class stampeded for the door, and it seemed to be a miracle that they managed to get out unnoticed. The two followed Harry and his friends down the castle, and went further and further down till the reached the dungeons, and lined up quietly out side one. They were quickly let into the classroom, and Sirius saw that the teacher was handing out graded homework, and with a sneer, handed Harry back his work. In the corner was a big scratchy 'D', for dreadful. Sirius looked menacingly at the teacher (even though they couldn't be seen under the cloak) to see who it was. He was in for a nasty surprise. Snape. As greasy haired and hook nosed as ever, the much older Snape than Sirius or James remembered loomed over his students like some animal or bird of prey, choosing which unfortunate student to pounce on.

He passed a large, rosy faced boy, who when he caught sight of the professor, squeaked, and accidentally pushed his ink bottle onto the floor, and ducked down under his desk with a terrified expression on his face. Hermione, who had just entered the class, ducked down beside the boy, and whispered "" and "reparo" which made the ink disappear and the broke glass repair itself, and shot a comforting smile at the boy before standing back up to get to her place, looking away from Snape's menacing glare at her for helping him out. The boy took another inkbottle out of his bag (it seemed he carried spares, knowing that this sort of thing always happened) and got up to his desk to see that Snape had moved on handing out the homework, but then looked down to see his own. He and Harry were the only students to receive a 'D'.

"I have awarded you the grades you would have received if you presented this work in you OWL," Snape said, with a definite smirk in his voice, and Sirius could feel James's fists clench, and Sirius couldn't blame him. The amount of power Snape had as a teacher was a lot more than a weak and weird bullied student.

James looked around the class, and saw that the almost all of the red and gold clad students had received marks varying from a P/D to A/P. Hermione managed to receive a straight A, but James had the sneak feeling that she should have received an O. The green and silver clad students had received marks from E/A to O/E.

Snape moved to the front of the room.

"The general standard of this homework was abysmal." Snape started again, talking specifically to the Gryffindors. "Most of you would have failed had this been your examination. I expect to see a great deal more effort for this weeks essay on venom antidotes, or I shall have to start giving detentions to the dunces who get a 'D'."

"Some people got a 'D'?" a white haired boy sniggered, in a whisper that carried around the room. The boy with the white blond hair had received an 'O', but James thought a grade like a 'P' would suit him better, reading the opening paragraphs. The boy looked very familiar to James, and he pointed him out to Sirius- "That kid, he looks a lot like Lucius Malfoy. His son, perhaps?"

"Yeah, looks like."

"Do you think he has inherited his attitude?"

"Definitely."

Hermione was trying to see what Harry had received for his homework. He realised this fact, and slipped his essay into his bag before she could see the 'D'. Sirius had the suspicion that it wasn't over though, as Hermione turned back to her own paper with a little huff of disappointment, and the greasy haired menace put the potion instructions on the blackboard.

The students got started on the potion, and already the Snape-terrified clumsy boy had added the wrong ingredient, but neither Sirius nor James could blame him. Snape delighted in keeping a close eye on him (as well as commenting on all the slight faults of the Gryffindors potions), and whenever Snape was around the boy, Neville, seemed to get 10 times as clumsy as when he wasn't.

Finally, the bell rang again, and Sirius, James and the rest of the class were freed from Snape and his dungeon. Sirius was still shocked at the identity of the potions teacher, but couldn't help smiling when his suspicions turned out correct, as Hermione started to talk about the graded homework, an obvious ploy to find out what her two friends had received. She tried playing them all the way down to the great hall, but the two boys weren't giving in that easily. Sirius knew she would win, though, once you got going, all you had to do was keep going until the other person just gives in. it was an approach he, James and Remus had used a number of times.

"Obviously, I would have been thrilled if I'd got an 'O'"

"Hermione," Ron snapped suddenly, "if you want to know what grades we got, ask."

Hermione seemed a bit surprised at his outburst, as she stuttered-

"I didn't- I didn't mean- well, if you want to tell me-"

"I got a 'P', happy?" Ron said, whilst ladling soup into his bowl, almost as if trying to ignore her would make the situation go away quicker.

"That's nothing to be ashamed of," said one of the two twins, who had come in with the nosebleed girl the day before. He, his twin and another boy that James not Sirius hadn't seen before came down to sit at the table beside them. "Nothing wrong with a good healthy 'P'"

"But doesn't 'P' stand for…" Hermione said, a confused look on her face.

"Poor, yeah," said the twins friend. "Still, better than a 'D', isn't it? 'Dreadful'"

James felt a flair of anger towards the boy, and had to remind himself a few seconds later that he had no idea what Harry had received, he was just trying to cheer up his friend, like he, James, would do.

Harry went into a fake coughing fit, and was disappointed to find when he stopped, that Hermione was still going on about OWL grades, the twins helping her out.

"So the top grades 'O', for 'Outstanding', then there's 'A'-"

"No, 'E'" one of the twins corrected, "'E' for Exceeds Expectations'. And I always thought that Fred and I should have got 'E's in everything, because we exceeded expectations just by turning up for the exams!"

James gave one of the twins a small kick in the shins when he mentioned 'D', but luckily he must have thought that it was from his twin, as he then went on to explain to his eager listeners about the lowest (and non existent) grade 'T', apparently for 'Troll'

The twin James kicked went on to ask something about inspections, and it was only when he mentioned the word "Umbridge" (and not to mention the little kick from Sirius that came with it) that he grew interested, and remembered the complaints about Umbridge earlier.

James and Sirius followed (yet again!) Harry and his friends to their next lesson, who they guessed was taught by someone called "Trelawney", after the kicked twin had graded her a 'T'.

They got up to the crowded landing, and a minute later the trap door decided to open, for no reason at all for staying closed for longer than it had to. Sirius start to think that this 'Trelawney' was a bit loony, and was more than just a bit aggravated at the distance to the classroom. He got even more aggravated when he realised that they would have to go up the ladder one at a time, meaning that one of them would be visible.

Both James and Sirius likes risks, but being in an unknown future, where one of them was dead etc. well, they were a bit more cautious than usual.

Once the class had gone up, James walked forwards, leaving Sirius to slip out and become visible again – he gave a big stretch, his hands high above his head, enjoying the quick break from being cramped under the cloak all morning. Even at James's annoyed whisper of "Padfoot, come on!", Sirius was reluctant to go up. He just waited there, enjoying himself, and the little fury that James was getting into. But then he heard footsteps, and he hurriedly started to climb the ladder, as quietly as possible. As he got to the top, James put the cloak around him again, and he turned to look at the teacher. His jaw dropped again.

She was an insect, looked like a stick insect or something. Wearing many shawls, and twice as many bracelets, Trelawney seemed to also hide behind huge glasses, that magnified her eyes at least 10 times in Sirius's opinion. He thought that someone might have tried to transfigure, and St. Mungos had never found a cure!

Sirius had to stuff a wedge of robes into his mouth to stop him from laughing so loudly, and had to lean against James to stop him from overbalancing and rolling around the floor in laughter too. He could tell what she was all about. All 'mystic' and spooky, probably giving out predictions at the end of every sentence.

All of a sudden, the two boys were startled by the noisy clattering of the trap door behind them, and the rather unsuccessful attempt of a toad like woman to enter the class/tea room with some semblance of authority or sanity.

James found it rather amusing to have two animal like teachers in the room at once, as it looked like the perfect habitat with its closed obscured windows and misty humidity to it for a giant stick-insect and toad to feel right at home in.

Toad-woman spoke up, a somehow sickly smile on her face that seemed to send fear into the heart of the other woman, an amusing sight for the two invisible boys.

"Good afternoon, professor Trelawney. You received my mote, I trust? Giving the time and date of your inspection?"

The addressed teacher nodded curtly and continued handing out the books, although with a noticeable quiver now. Toad-woman just pulled a chair back behind the teachers, the same smile pasted on her face.

In attempt to calm herself, Trelawney re-adjusted her shawls and addressed the class with a voice that seemed to shake slightly less than she was, but shaking al the same.

"We shall be continuing our study of prophetic dreams today…"

"Groan!" whispered Sirius.

"Oh, don't say that. Never underestimate how amusing prophetic dreams can be."

With a smile, he indicated to the table where his son and red-haired friend were. They could just about pick up the conversation that they were having.

"Think of a dream quick, [something, something] old toad [something, something]"

"I did it last time"

"[Something] Let's say I dreamed I was… drowning Snape in my cauldron."

The first bit of the reply became muffled as Ron turned back to his book, but the second part was audible. "…in the subject. Would that be "drowning", "cauldron", or "Snape"?"

"It doesn't matter, pick any of them."

*"You know, I'm starting to like this place!" James said, shaking his head at his son's wishful thinking.

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The stick-insect started to wonder round the classroom, the toad not far behind. Evidentally she got bored of being in Trelawney's shadow, and so started to question her. James didn't pay much attention to that, except when he caught a bit of Toad-Woman's questioning of Trelawney's family tree.

"These things often skip- er- three generations…"

"Three's a magic number!" James said under his breath.

The increasingly vulture like woman proceeded in asking the other for a prediction, which was reluctantly given after a plain down right refusal. It was all the two boys could do to stop themselves laughing and giving themselves away, either by the sound, or by them knocking someone's table as they nearly collapsed onto the floor. They were promptly brought back to reality when Trelawney rounded on the nearest person and demanded to see his dream diary, that person being Harry.

The rest of the lesson involved how each and every dream foretold Harry's early and painful death, though, over half the time travellers observed were about the 'grim'. A few dreams even foretold being trampled to death by deer, which James angrily corrected as being a stag, and that she was just seeing what fun he and Padfoot would be up to.

"Now, you see where you dreamt of eating porridge, your mind must became fixated on the illusion of the thick liquid, which it viewed on as becoming encased in it, drowning in something you cant be free from. I'm sorry, its another death omen, you will drown, probably in the morning, around breakfast time."

"In a bowl full of porridge?"

"Yes. Now, where you saw your self the next night, tying up your shoe laces, that meant that…"

It went on and on. James and Sirius were s furious by the end of the lesson that they decided to pay both Trelawney and Umbridge back, though Sirius executed his plan of kicking Trelawney in the shins before it was discussed much. The two left the class with Trelawney still hopping about on one foot, trying to figure out just how she had hit her shins when the nearest table was a metre away, or whether she was going mad or not. It was apparent that Umbridge obviously did.

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