Padfootlet: sigh (in a dull voice while filing nails) I don't own Harry
Potter J.K Rowling does
Padfoot: Gee you sound happy... so.. who won?
Padfootlet (innocently): Who won what?
Padfoot: THE GAME!!!!!
Padfootlet: What game?
Padfoot (growls): YOU KNOW WHAT GAME!!! TELL ME!!!!
Padfootlet: ohhhhh that game!
Padfoot (roles eyes): yes that game
Padfootlet: weellllll it was really close
Padfoot: yeah? WHO WON???!!!!
Padfootlet: read to find out
Padfoot: grrr... YOU ARE SO EVIL!!!!!!!! YOU BELONG IN SLYTHERIN!!!!!!
Padfoolet: ::sends curse at Padfoot:: I DON NOT BELONG IN SLYTHERIN!!!!! But I am evil!
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Harry and James tore through the house in search for the snitch. At first both had gone their separate ways. But then James had taken to marking Harry.
"What's wrong? Need someone else to look for the snitch for you?" Harry taunted jokingly.
James simply smirked and sped up his broom so he was neck and neck with Harry.
"Well, you see, it's easier to just let someone to do the looking for you than to actually do it yourself." James said.
They raced up to the attic and back down to the entrance hall, where they flew pass Mrs. Black's portrait causing the curtains to fling aside. And now including to the crashes of the things breaking as Harry and James raced pass vases and such.
Mrs. Black was screeching, "BLOOD TRAITERS!!! CHILDREN OF FILTH!—"
Neither Harry nor James paid any attention however. They raced into the dining room. That's where Harry saw it. The golden snitch. Hovering right next to the china cabinet.
Harry raced towards it with his hand outstretched. James coming up right on his tail. Harry was right there and he made a snatch for the snitch. He felt his fingers close around the tiny struggling ball.
Grinning, he hopped off his broom and turned to face his father. Who had also gotten off his broom, wearing a shocked expression on his face.
"I...lost." James said. This has never happened to him before.
"Well yes you did. But I'm not the youngest seeker in a century for nothing you know." Harry grinned at his fathers' behavior.
James then smiled, "You failed to mention that when you told me that you played quidditch. "But then again, why am I so surprised? After all you are my son." James said this like it was the greatest honor in the world to be his son.
"HARRY!!!! JAMES!!!!!" Came an outraged bellow from downstairs in the kitchen that sounded very much like Remus.
Harry and James looked and each other and began silently walking down to the kitchen. Mrs. Black's curtains had been shut as James and Harry passed the portrait on their way to the kitchen.
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"I should have known better than to leave James alone in a room." Remus said shaking his head when Harry and James entered the kitchen.
"Well Moony old pal, you never said 'no quidditch in the house'" James said
"Yes. But I would think that Harry would know better." Remus said mildly looking at Harry.
Harry grinned sheepishly. "We didn't do to much damage did we?" Harry asked, stil grinning.
"Nothing that cant be fixed." Remus said. "Just from now one no flying in the house.
"Fine" Harry and James said together dully.
"Gee you have lost your sense of fun in your old age Moony," James said grinning at Remus.
"Yes. At least I grew up some. You never did quite grew up. It drove Lily crazy." Remus said laughing a bit. James smiled. ~_^ JPJPJPJPJPJPJPJPJPJPJPJPJPJPJPJPJPJPJPJPJPJPJPJPJPJPJPJJPJPJPJPJPJPJP^_~
"MY BROOM!!!! WHERE'S MY BROOM???!!!!" came Ron's bellow from his and Harry's room.
"Who was that?" Asked James puzzled.
Him, Harry, and Remus were in the kitchen eating lunch.
"Oh... that's my friend Ron," laughing a little at Ron's reaction to finding his broom was no longer in their room.
They heard a rush of footsteps coming downstairs. "HARRY!! HARRY WHERE ARE YOU?? SOMEONES TAKEN MY BROOM!!!" Yelled Ron rushing into the kitchen.
Harry laughed again. "No one took your broom Ron... it's right ere." Harry said grabbing Ron's broom and handing it to him.
"Why do you have it?" Ron asked confused.
"Dad needed it to play quidditch" Harry said shrugging.
"Dad?? Harry are you losing it or something? No offense mate, but your dad's well... you know dead." Said Ron sympathetically.
"Don't remind me." Said a voice.
Ron turned his head and saw a Harry clone only with brown eyes instead of green. "AHH!! Harry! You have a clone!!!" Ron yelled.
"Don't be ridiculous." Harry said laughing. "Of course he's not my clone."
"Then who is he?"
"My... er...dad actually." Harry said
"Bloody hell" Ron breathed.
"Er... yeah.. he um came here from the past somehow."
"Bloody hell." Ron whispered again
"Doesn't have a very big vocabulary does he?" James said a little amused at Ron's reaction.
"How? What? Past? Huh?" Ron stuttered breathlessly. "Is this some kind of joke? Ron asked coming to his senses.
James snorted. "Oh yes, Harry just got some bloke from the street and said 'excuse me sir? Can you come with me to the Orders headquarters so I can play a lame joke on my friend?'" James said sarcastically rolling his eyes.
"But...how?" Ron asked.
"It doesn't matter how. All that matters is that we get James back to his time before this time is changed." Remus sighed.
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"Where are Fred and George?" Asked Harry after a few minutes.
"Right here Harry! Why? Did you miss us?"
Harry turned around and saw Fred and George walking down the kitchen steps.
"Whoa!" George suddenly stopped once he got to the table and caught sight of James. "Harry! You have a clone!!!"
"Actually, I'm his father. Making him my clone." James said matter-of- factly.
"Whoa! Harry? Didn't you say your father was a marauder?" Fred asked.
"Yep."
"I don't believe it! A marauder!! Here!! Right here! In the flesh!! Fred said extremely excited.
James smile thoroughly amused.
"So your Prongs right?" George said just as excited as Fred. James nodded smiling.
"So we're actually remembered? Oh yes!!! This is great!! The marauders are famous!!" This is great!!!" James said excitedly jumping up and down a few time chanting, "we're famous! We're famous!"
"Yes we are James. And we still hold the record for most detentions too. But Fred and George weren't far behind. Remus said laughing a bit.
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Padfoot: So did you like it? Yes? No? r/r
Padfootlet: this was a really hard chap to write because I had a bit of writer's block. And right now I'm not sure what to do for the next chap. So if have any ideas. Please share them!!! I was thinking about them going to Diagon Alley to get their school stuff... I dunno... I'll try to update ASAP!
Padfoot: Gee you sound happy... so.. who won?
Padfootlet (innocently): Who won what?
Padfoot: THE GAME!!!!!
Padfootlet: What game?
Padfoot (growls): YOU KNOW WHAT GAME!!! TELL ME!!!!
Padfootlet: ohhhhh that game!
Padfoot (roles eyes): yes that game
Padfootlet: weellllll it was really close
Padfoot: yeah? WHO WON???!!!!
Padfootlet: read to find out
Padfoot: grrr... YOU ARE SO EVIL!!!!!!!! YOU BELONG IN SLYTHERIN!!!!!!
Padfoolet: ::sends curse at Padfoot:: I DON NOT BELONG IN SLYTHERIN!!!!! But I am evil!
@#@#@#@#@#@#@#@@#@#@#@#@#@#@#@#@#@#@#@#@#@#@@#@#@
Harry and James tore through the house in search for the snitch. At first both had gone their separate ways. But then James had taken to marking Harry.
"What's wrong? Need someone else to look for the snitch for you?" Harry taunted jokingly.
James simply smirked and sped up his broom so he was neck and neck with Harry.
"Well, you see, it's easier to just let someone to do the looking for you than to actually do it yourself." James said.
They raced up to the attic and back down to the entrance hall, where they flew pass Mrs. Black's portrait causing the curtains to fling aside. And now including to the crashes of the things breaking as Harry and James raced pass vases and such.
Mrs. Black was screeching, "BLOOD TRAITERS!!! CHILDREN OF FILTH!—"
Neither Harry nor James paid any attention however. They raced into the dining room. That's where Harry saw it. The golden snitch. Hovering right next to the china cabinet.
Harry raced towards it with his hand outstretched. James coming up right on his tail. Harry was right there and he made a snatch for the snitch. He felt his fingers close around the tiny struggling ball.
Grinning, he hopped off his broom and turned to face his father. Who had also gotten off his broom, wearing a shocked expression on his face.
"I...lost." James said. This has never happened to him before.
"Well yes you did. But I'm not the youngest seeker in a century for nothing you know." Harry grinned at his fathers' behavior.
James then smiled, "You failed to mention that when you told me that you played quidditch. "But then again, why am I so surprised? After all you are my son." James said this like it was the greatest honor in the world to be his son.
"HARRY!!!! JAMES!!!!!" Came an outraged bellow from downstairs in the kitchen that sounded very much like Remus.
Harry and James looked and each other and began silently walking down to the kitchen. Mrs. Black's curtains had been shut as James and Harry passed the portrait on their way to the kitchen.
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"I should have known better than to leave James alone in a room." Remus said shaking his head when Harry and James entered the kitchen.
"Well Moony old pal, you never said 'no quidditch in the house'" James said
"Yes. But I would think that Harry would know better." Remus said mildly looking at Harry.
Harry grinned sheepishly. "We didn't do to much damage did we?" Harry asked, stil grinning.
"Nothing that cant be fixed." Remus said. "Just from now one no flying in the house.
"Fine" Harry and James said together dully.
"Gee you have lost your sense of fun in your old age Moony," James said grinning at Remus.
"Yes. At least I grew up some. You never did quite grew up. It drove Lily crazy." Remus said laughing a bit. James smiled. ~_^ JPJPJPJPJPJPJPJPJPJPJPJPJPJPJPJPJPJPJPJPJPJPJPJPJPJPJPJJPJPJPJPJPJPJP^_~
"MY BROOM!!!! WHERE'S MY BROOM???!!!!" came Ron's bellow from his and Harry's room.
"Who was that?" Asked James puzzled.
Him, Harry, and Remus were in the kitchen eating lunch.
"Oh... that's my friend Ron," laughing a little at Ron's reaction to finding his broom was no longer in their room.
They heard a rush of footsteps coming downstairs. "HARRY!! HARRY WHERE ARE YOU?? SOMEONES TAKEN MY BROOM!!!" Yelled Ron rushing into the kitchen.
Harry laughed again. "No one took your broom Ron... it's right ere." Harry said grabbing Ron's broom and handing it to him.
"Why do you have it?" Ron asked confused.
"Dad needed it to play quidditch" Harry said shrugging.
"Dad?? Harry are you losing it or something? No offense mate, but your dad's well... you know dead." Said Ron sympathetically.
"Don't remind me." Said a voice.
Ron turned his head and saw a Harry clone only with brown eyes instead of green. "AHH!! Harry! You have a clone!!!" Ron yelled.
"Don't be ridiculous." Harry said laughing. "Of course he's not my clone."
"Then who is he?"
"My... er...dad actually." Harry said
"Bloody hell" Ron breathed.
"Er... yeah.. he um came here from the past somehow."
"Bloody hell." Ron whispered again
"Doesn't have a very big vocabulary does he?" James said a little amused at Ron's reaction.
"How? What? Past? Huh?" Ron stuttered breathlessly. "Is this some kind of joke? Ron asked coming to his senses.
James snorted. "Oh yes, Harry just got some bloke from the street and said 'excuse me sir? Can you come with me to the Orders headquarters so I can play a lame joke on my friend?'" James said sarcastically rolling his eyes.
"But...how?" Ron asked.
"It doesn't matter how. All that matters is that we get James back to his time before this time is changed." Remus sighed.
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"Where are Fred and George?" Asked Harry after a few minutes.
"Right here Harry! Why? Did you miss us?"
Harry turned around and saw Fred and George walking down the kitchen steps.
"Whoa!" George suddenly stopped once he got to the table and caught sight of James. "Harry! You have a clone!!!"
"Actually, I'm his father. Making him my clone." James said matter-of- factly.
"Whoa! Harry? Didn't you say your father was a marauder?" Fred asked.
"Yep."
"I don't believe it! A marauder!! Here!! Right here! In the flesh!! Fred said extremely excited.
James smile thoroughly amused.
"So your Prongs right?" George said just as excited as Fred. James nodded smiling.
"So we're actually remembered? Oh yes!!! This is great!! The marauders are famous!!" This is great!!!" James said excitedly jumping up and down a few time chanting, "we're famous! We're famous!"
"Yes we are James. And we still hold the record for most detentions too. But Fred and George weren't far behind. Remus said laughing a bit.
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Padfoot: So did you like it? Yes? No? r/r
Padfootlet: this was a really hard chap to write because I had a bit of writer's block. And right now I'm not sure what to do for the next chap. So if have any ideas. Please share them!!! I was thinking about them going to Diagon Alley to get their school stuff... I dunno... I'll try to update ASAP!