Author's Notes: I don't know whether this chapter's any good or not, so feedback is important! Short, but I think it's funny. Tanoshimu!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything! Not even the Shakira windmill thing I keep on doing every time I walk down the hallway!

Harry was exiting the bathroom groggily when suddenly his face was assaulted by a time-turner.

"NNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!! ITT'SSSSSSSSSSSSS AAAAAALLLLLLLLLLIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIVVVVVVVVVVVVEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!" Harry screeched while tossing about violently on the floor. The time turner spun away.

"Oooh! I love this game!" exclaimed a familiar voice. Harry held up three fingers. "Three words – Flopping great fish?"

Harry shook his head. "Oh! Oh!" said another familiar voice, "I know! Lack of oxygen!" Harry shook his head again.

"I get it!" the first voice started, "Greasy insensitive git!"

"No!" Harry yelled, getting up to his feet, "It's WHAT THE HELL!?!?!"

"Ooooooohhh! Now I get it!" Harry looked around at the people. In front of him were the younger versions of Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and the curiously chocolate smeared Peter Pettigrew.

"You!" Harry yelled, then rammed himself into Peter. "This is for being a rat!" He gave Peter a noogie.

"Ahhhhhhh! Heee-eeeeellllppppppp!" Peter squeaked.

"And this is for killing my parents!" Harry stomped on his foot. "And this is for wasting perfectly good chocolate!" Harry flung Peter into a wall. Remus and Sirius finally cut in and pulled Harry away.

"James, what was that for?" Sirius said.

"Yeah, what was that for?" Remus repeated.

"I'm not James, I'm Harry!" Harry protested. Just then a red-haired girl bounced into the room and, seeing Harry, skipped over and nearly squeezed him to death.

"Oh, James! There you are! I looooooovvvvveeeee you!" she gushed.

"MOM?!" Harry yelled, realizing that the girl was Lily. Lily slapped him.

"What is wrong with you?! I told you never to relate me to that tub of lard of yours again!" Lily scolded, giving Harry the look.

"I'm not James, I'm Harry! And you're my Mother!" Harry shouted, and everyone gave a collective gasp. Except for Peter, who was bawling like a newborn in the corner, rocking back and forth.

"Really?" Sirius whispered.

"Yeah, really?" Remus whispered.

"Yes!" Harry exclaimed, "And I'm from the future!"

"Oh, good," Lily sighed, "it's just some random high kid from the future, and not James. I hate James."

"But you just said you loved him," Harry said.

"No I didn't. I never will! DAMN YOU, JAMES POTTER!" Lily cursed, even though there was a completely obvious look of love in her eyes.

"What's that about me?" said gangsta James, strolling coolly into the room to the tune of 50 Cents' "In Da Club". A group of random fans ran in after him.

"James, you're so awesome!"

"James, can I have your autograph?"

It continued on like this until James finally dispersed the people by handing out pre-signed photos of him on a Harley-Davidson Shooting Star. He then spotted Peter in the corner. "What's up with Wormtail?"

"This guy from the future beat him up!" Sirius stated.

"Yeah, this guy from the future beat him up!" Remus repeated. James looked at Harry over his sleek multi-coloured sunglasses.

"Look, man!" he shouted, "It's my evil twin brother!"

"I thought he got lost in Bermuda," Peter whined from the corner.

"No, that was my cousin Barry," James exacted.

"What did happen to your twin, then?" Peter queried.

"Didn't he fall off Big Ben?" Sirius added.

"Yeah, didn't he?"

"Oh, shut up!" Harry interrupted. "I'm not James' twin! I'm from the future! And I've got something very important and essential to your lives to tell you."

"Really?" James asked giddily.

"Oh yes."

"Do I get to go on American Idol?" Lily asked.

"No, you don't know what that is yet. Heck, I don't even know what that is yet! I'm only from 1995!"

"Dammit, we always get the sucky time-travelers!" James pouted. Harry ignored this.

"Listen carefully – " Harry took a deep breath, "WINKY THE HOUSE ELF GETS HAMMERED!"

"Wooooooowwwwww!" they all said.

"He must be from the future!" Sirius concluded.

"Yeah, he must be from the future!" Remus agreed.

Harry grinned. "Thank you! Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go find Dumbledore and get him to enroll me and let all chaos break loose!" With a jolly wink, Harry went off to find Dumbledore.

He came to his office and magically knew the password ("Voldy smells!") and went in. He found Dumbledore stroking a white persian cat with his pinky held up to his mouth.

"Howdy, Professor! I'm Lily and James' son from the future! I want to be enrolled in Hogwarts until I go back to the future!" Harry explained cheerfully, when in an instant Christopher Lloyd popped out of thin air and shook Harry by the shoulders.

"Marty!" he cried, "Biff took the time machine! We have to save your parents!"

"I'm sorry, I think you're looking for Michael J. Fox," Harry said bewilderedly.

"Great Scott!" Christopher Lloyd said, then dashed off into the hallway.

"Anyway-" Harry continued, but Dumbledore slammed his bony fist on the table.

"The answer is NO! I'm NOT letting you into the school to pretend to be an exchange student EVEN THOUGH HOGWARTS HAS NEVER HAD ONE BEFORE to TOTURE Snape and Malfoy and to RANDOMLY DROP HINTS ABOUT THE FUTURE to the students!"

"But I – "

"I said NO! ATTACK, MY KILLER BUDGIES!" A flock of yellow budgies fluttered after Harry, squawking and chirping as loudly as possible.

"AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!" Harry squealed. He ran as fast as he could to flee the budgies, who were pursuing him swiftly yet inefficiently. He suddenly ran into the time turner he had used earlier.

He slipped on it, causing it to spin uncontrollably while Harry was whirled into the future. He landed hard on his rear.

"Harry!" cried out Hermione. Harry blinked up at her, waiting for his eyes to refocus. He had the worst hangover in the history of Hogwarts.

"You're back!" Ron proclaimed.

"I must have lost my marbles," Harry hypothesized.

"You don't have any marbles," Hermione pointed out.

"Oh yeah!" Harry leaped up, his senses recollected. "I though you guys were trapped in the Skeeter Show."

"Oh, that," Ron chuckled, "Dumbledore Bruce Lee-ed Rita Skeeter's arse and busted us out. He also fired the old Swat team and hired a new one."

"Who've we got now?"

"The Beverly Hillbillies."

"Wicked!" Harry awed. "Granny's the best!"

"Not really," Hermione said sadly, "they took over the Staff Room and turned it into a chicken roost."

"What about the time turner?" Harry asked warily. "It just flew into my face and I got sent back in time."

"Hermione threw it at you to get your attention," Ron said.

"Oh." They stood there for about 5 minutes before Harry realized something. "Hermione, you don't have a time turner anymore. You got rid of it in your Third year."

"Did I?" she said nervously. Hermione inconspicuously picked up the time turner and threw it out the window, destroying the evidence. "Well then, we'll just say I don't have one."

"Okay!" Ron and Harry chimed.

Unbeknownst to them, the time turner fell on Sailor Moon while she was cleaning a window below them, and sent her off to some past year.

"What the!?!" Sailor Moon cussed, looking around her. Some funny looking people were sitting around a table, plotting something hideous.

"I say we stab Caesar!" said one, looking around proudly.

"Yeah, let's get him!" everyone said.

"Oh, shit," Sailor Moon cursed.