A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away... Just kidding. OK.
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The Psychiatrist settled herself back on her chair the next day. Tonight would be the night that she would have to pretend to be a fangirl. She shivered at the mere thought of it and swore that she would have her revenge at this Hot Stuff Incorporated for making her go. She picked a dart up and threw it at her Harry Potter poster before looking at her watch. Five minutes over time! Letting out a growl, she opened her door to look out. All she could see was darkness. Grabbing and lighting her wand, she walked outside. "Hello," her voice echoed. It was fun. "Aloha" -loha-oha-ha-a. "I am Evil-elf and I eat hobbits!" –eat hobbits-at hobbits–hobbits-obbits. Without warning, another voice sounded from the deep.
"I'm James Potter and I'd like to join in eating hobbits." - eat hobbits-at hobbits–hobbits-obbits. Her mouth dropped open as she backed up into her office. She watched as four boys came in after her. The first one to enter was a scrawny teenager with messy black hair and glasses. He had a broken time-turner around his neck. The next one was strangely familiar. Familiar, It was Sirius Black. Next entered Remus Lupin and then, the psychiatrist expression became a glare, Peter Pettigrew. James Potter stared at her. "Who are you?"
"Evil-elf."
"Is that your real name? That would be even worse the Severus Snape, though I don't have anything against names, I mean my friends names are like Sirius and Remus. I wonder if those are in a name book... Oh and I'm James Potter, quidditch chaser and boyfriend of Lily Evans"
"Hey Remus is in a name book, it means fast moving..."
"You don't have to blab about your personal life everywhere James. I see why Lily thinks you have an extraordinary large head. Hey you broke the time-turner! Now we don't know where we are. We are doomed! Hey I smell food!" Sirius spotted the magical fridge and his mouth began to drool. "Wow it's like...like wow."
"You don't mind sharing any do you?" Peter asked timidly. Sirius gave him a look that plainly said keep away.
"We are precisely twenty years into the future. There's a calendar on the wall. Where are we I don't remember seeing this place. We must be somewhere under the school. Sirius stop eating her food that's not polite! I'm Remus Lupin. He who is eating your food is Sirius Black. Please don't curse him; something's wrong with him that not even we can figure out. That's Peter Pettigrew. We just had an accident with a time-turner as you can tell. Can you tell us where we are?"
"We're under the school like you said brilliant" said James.
"Your in the psychiatrist office" she said while giving Peter a look of pure hatred.
"A psychiatrist!" James and Sirius fell on the floor laughing. Remus rolled his eyes and sat on the couch, examining the poster of Harry, which did nothing, but glare at people because its only purpose was to be a dart bored for angry patients. Peter looked around uncomfortably before taking a seat on the couch by Remus. Suddenly the psychiatrist heard footsteps.
"Hide!" she yelled and directed them into a closet full of psychiatrist notepads. The psychiatrist tried to look natural as she opened the door, but it was too much like icing on the cake. Entering the room was Harry Potter, the boy with many problems. The psychiatrist heard some faint shuffling from her closet, and quickly started a conversation. "So Harry, what is the problem?" Harry sat on the couch and sighed.
"None of the girls here like me any more, I completely ignored Ginny and now she hates me so everybody now thinks I'm a dork, Voldemort is out to get me though he right now is Tom Riddle and we have to fight on the same side to defeat the fangirls, Sirius totally ruined everything when he came back to life and every one stopped feeling bad for me, Hermione is starting to stalk the ministry until they give house-elves houses, Ron is obsessed with his new look and stopped talking to anyone unless he's at a meeting, I swear I saw my dad down here a second ago, I really think hallucinating, Draco won't fight with me anymore so I have nobody to vent my anger on, Snape is acting really freaky, the captured death-eaters have escaped and I am getting acne. I normally have more problems, but now that Umbridge is gone, the Cho thing is over and the Creevey brothers are leaving me alone. I just wish I could talk to my dad. I wonder if the infamous James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin and that bloody traitor had as many problems as I do? Though I will never be able to talk to dad again, I could talk to Sirius or Remus when I get the chance. I wont be able to stand it if Sirius were to die again in our fight against fangirls. I wish I could kill Tom for what he did to my parents, but you all wont let me. It's not fair. Hey is that a chicken sandwich on the floor, It looks part eaten. I should add to my list that my psychiatrist eats chicken you see I don't like chicken since the house-elves went on strike and made us hunt our own chickens in the forbidden forest and that will be under the whole thing about Dumbledore starting to talk to inanimate objects." Harry looked at the psychiatrist to see she was no longer seated. She walked over to her closet and opened her closet door. Four teenagers fell out.
"He's all yours," she said to the one that looked just like Harry. "James Potter meet your son Harry Potter and please, I beg you, help him." The psychiatrist then rushed out the door. Harry watched her leave and then looked at his father with a look of shock on his face. After staring at his father for ten seconds, he fainted. The first thing he saw when he woke up was the poster of himself on the wall with little holes in it. So the psychiatrist was out for him too. He looked over to where his father was and calmed down a bit.
"Why aren't you dead?" James looked very suppressed. Was he dead in the future? The question was unanswered because the psychiatrist returned. She took a deep breath and looked at Harry.
"The meeting is in five minutes. I have to get ready to pretend to be a fangirl." The marauders and Harry shivered at the word. "You four can follow Harry if you like. I should tell you now that these are dark times. We are in a war against obsessed fangirls. The army of wizards I am helping out are called Hot Stuff Incorporated. You can join and help us if you like, but I must warn you that there is a great risk involved."
"For as long as the wizarding world carries this burden, you have my wand" James stood proudly beside a freaked out Harry.
"And my wand" Remus joined James.
"Mine too!"
"They want to ruin the fates of us all scared one, but if it is indeed part of my future, then the marauders will see it done" Sirius stood by Harry.
"Wow" James looked around. "We're like a fellowship..."
"The fellowship of the hot stuff!" And thus the marauders joined Hot Stuff Incorporated and called them selves the fellowship of the hot stuff. Harry didn't quite get his problems sorted out, but there are always future chapters...
ash vault rose garden: Thanks!!! : )
Red Roses2-chan: Hahaha! Sirius mind works in strange ways, but he does say he's sorry for calling those who brought him back to life evil and gives you all bring-back-to-lifers a big hug.
Fireblade K'Chona: Hahaha. Sirius Black! We're watching you... There is no escape!
Destiny13: Thank you!
The Psychiatrist settled herself back on her chair the next day. Tonight would be the night that she would have to pretend to be a fangirl. She shivered at the mere thought of it and swore that she would have her revenge at this Hot Stuff Incorporated for making her go. She picked a dart up and threw it at her Harry Potter poster before looking at her watch. Five minutes over time! Letting out a growl, she opened her door to look out. All she could see was darkness. Grabbing and lighting her wand, she walked outside. "Hello," her voice echoed. It was fun. "Aloha" -loha-oha-ha-a. "I am Evil-elf and I eat hobbits!" –eat hobbits-at hobbits–hobbits-obbits. Without warning, another voice sounded from the deep.
"I'm James Potter and I'd like to join in eating hobbits." - eat hobbits-at hobbits–hobbits-obbits. Her mouth dropped open as she backed up into her office. She watched as four boys came in after her. The first one to enter was a scrawny teenager with messy black hair and glasses. He had a broken time-turner around his neck. The next one was strangely familiar. Familiar, It was Sirius Black. Next entered Remus Lupin and then, the psychiatrist expression became a glare, Peter Pettigrew. James Potter stared at her. "Who are you?"
"Evil-elf."
"Is that your real name? That would be even worse the Severus Snape, though I don't have anything against names, I mean my friends names are like Sirius and Remus. I wonder if those are in a name book... Oh and I'm James Potter, quidditch chaser and boyfriend of Lily Evans"
"Hey Remus is in a name book, it means fast moving..."
"You don't have to blab about your personal life everywhere James. I see why Lily thinks you have an extraordinary large head. Hey you broke the time-turner! Now we don't know where we are. We are doomed! Hey I smell food!" Sirius spotted the magical fridge and his mouth began to drool. "Wow it's like...like wow."
"You don't mind sharing any do you?" Peter asked timidly. Sirius gave him a look that plainly said keep away.
"We are precisely twenty years into the future. There's a calendar on the wall. Where are we I don't remember seeing this place. We must be somewhere under the school. Sirius stop eating her food that's not polite! I'm Remus Lupin. He who is eating your food is Sirius Black. Please don't curse him; something's wrong with him that not even we can figure out. That's Peter Pettigrew. We just had an accident with a time-turner as you can tell. Can you tell us where we are?"
"We're under the school like you said brilliant" said James.
"Your in the psychiatrist office" she said while giving Peter a look of pure hatred.
"A psychiatrist!" James and Sirius fell on the floor laughing. Remus rolled his eyes and sat on the couch, examining the poster of Harry, which did nothing, but glare at people because its only purpose was to be a dart bored for angry patients. Peter looked around uncomfortably before taking a seat on the couch by Remus. Suddenly the psychiatrist heard footsteps.
"Hide!" she yelled and directed them into a closet full of psychiatrist notepads. The psychiatrist tried to look natural as she opened the door, but it was too much like icing on the cake. Entering the room was Harry Potter, the boy with many problems. The psychiatrist heard some faint shuffling from her closet, and quickly started a conversation. "So Harry, what is the problem?" Harry sat on the couch and sighed.
"None of the girls here like me any more, I completely ignored Ginny and now she hates me so everybody now thinks I'm a dork, Voldemort is out to get me though he right now is Tom Riddle and we have to fight on the same side to defeat the fangirls, Sirius totally ruined everything when he came back to life and every one stopped feeling bad for me, Hermione is starting to stalk the ministry until they give house-elves houses, Ron is obsessed with his new look and stopped talking to anyone unless he's at a meeting, I swear I saw my dad down here a second ago, I really think hallucinating, Draco won't fight with me anymore so I have nobody to vent my anger on, Snape is acting really freaky, the captured death-eaters have escaped and I am getting acne. I normally have more problems, but now that Umbridge is gone, the Cho thing is over and the Creevey brothers are leaving me alone. I just wish I could talk to my dad. I wonder if the infamous James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin and that bloody traitor had as many problems as I do? Though I will never be able to talk to dad again, I could talk to Sirius or Remus when I get the chance. I wont be able to stand it if Sirius were to die again in our fight against fangirls. I wish I could kill Tom for what he did to my parents, but you all wont let me. It's not fair. Hey is that a chicken sandwich on the floor, It looks part eaten. I should add to my list that my psychiatrist eats chicken you see I don't like chicken since the house-elves went on strike and made us hunt our own chickens in the forbidden forest and that will be under the whole thing about Dumbledore starting to talk to inanimate objects." Harry looked at the psychiatrist to see she was no longer seated. She walked over to her closet and opened her closet door. Four teenagers fell out.
"He's all yours," she said to the one that looked just like Harry. "James Potter meet your son Harry Potter and please, I beg you, help him." The psychiatrist then rushed out the door. Harry watched her leave and then looked at his father with a look of shock on his face. After staring at his father for ten seconds, he fainted. The first thing he saw when he woke up was the poster of himself on the wall with little holes in it. So the psychiatrist was out for him too. He looked over to where his father was and calmed down a bit.
"Why aren't you dead?" James looked very suppressed. Was he dead in the future? The question was unanswered because the psychiatrist returned. She took a deep breath and looked at Harry.
"The meeting is in five minutes. I have to get ready to pretend to be a fangirl." The marauders and Harry shivered at the word. "You four can follow Harry if you like. I should tell you now that these are dark times. We are in a war against obsessed fangirls. The army of wizards I am helping out are called Hot Stuff Incorporated. You can join and help us if you like, but I must warn you that there is a great risk involved."
"For as long as the wizarding world carries this burden, you have my wand" James stood proudly beside a freaked out Harry.
"And my wand" Remus joined James.
"Mine too!"
"They want to ruin the fates of us all scared one, but if it is indeed part of my future, then the marauders will see it done" Sirius stood by Harry.
"Wow" James looked around. "We're like a fellowship..."
"The fellowship of the hot stuff!" And thus the marauders joined Hot Stuff Incorporated and called them selves the fellowship of the hot stuff. Harry didn't quite get his problems sorted out, but there are always future chapters...