Thanks for reading everyone!
ColdflameK: Thank you! And it will be awesome to have Harry with his father and Sirius . . . but there will be a downside to all of it . . .
Nihilum: Thanks! And sorry about the spelling errors. I wrote it quickly and I didn't double check for errors because I wanted to post it immediately . . . but I checked it and corrected everything. And yes, Harry didn't have money with him . . . he wanted to check if he could find it immediately, or something -_-.
Amme1212: Thanks! ^_^
DeadAngel: Thanks for your support! Here's the rest!
Spacecadet: Well here is more! ^_^
Tingling_bells: thank you!
YuZira: I update regularly all of my stories, so don't worry about that ^_^
Usagi: Yeah, Vernon was a bit scared to refuse . . .
Snuffles2: Thank you! I fixed the mistakes! I didn't take the time to double check the spelling, but everything should be okay now. And you are right, English is not my first language ^_^ I'm French.
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Chapter 2:
Harry had never been on a roller coaster ride but thought that what he had been though was ten times worst, without being not enjoyable. When everything stopped moving, quite a while later, Harry felt like he wouldn't be able to walk straight for days. A smile on his face, he tried making a step forward, only arriving to fall to the ground with humorous style.
Bukes hadn't specified that using the TimeTwister was very amusing, even if it provided strong dizziness.
Harry didn't move, staring at the blue sky above him that was still twirling in circles. Finally, about fifteen minutes later, Harry was able to get to his feet without stumbling forwards. A wide grin on his face, he looked up at a Hogwarts school as it had been eighteen years ago.
He noticed that the grounds seemed to be more covered by woodlands and that the lake seemed slightly smaller. Harry noted that Hagrid's hut was exactly the same, which surprised him.
"Hagrid was keeper of the keys and grounds of Hogwarts at this time?" Harry mumbled. "Why didn't he tell me?"
"Maybe because he doesn' know ya," a loud, very familiar voice said from behind him.
Harry turned around to come face to face with an eighteen year younger Hagrid. He hadn't changed at all, except for the beard that was just starting to grow.
"Hagrid!" Harry exclaimed happily, regretting it a second later.
"How come ya know me?" Hagrid asked, completely bewildered.
"Euh . . . I heard about you," Harry said quickly. "You're the keeper of the grounds, aren't you not?"
"Yes, eh am," Hagrid said, somewhat puffing his chest.
" . . . I'm Harry," Harry said, handing out his hand.
"Rubeus Hagrid," the giant answered, shaking the boy's hand. "How d'ya get here? And why are you wearing muggle clothes? You can see Hogwarts, so you're evidently a wizard, but-"
"Well, it's a long story," Harry started. "I was looking for Hogwarts but I couldn't find it and since I passed in muggle villages and towns, I decided to wear muggle clothes."
"And how'd ya get here?" Hagrid repeated.
"I . . . I flew," Harry invented quickly. "But . . . my broom simply stopped here and . . . euh, disappeared."
"Yer' not aloud to fly long distances yet!" Hagrid said, rather sternly. "You need to have finished school for that . . . just pray no one saw you."
"No one saw me, I was very careful," Harry said swiftly.
"But about it disappearing . . . that's odd," Hagrid continued. "But maybe it's because you were about to fly into the Hogwarts grounds . . . maybe ya can't . . . I don't know . . .ye'll have ta see the headmaster for that . . ."
"Euh . . . what date is it?" Harry asked.
"The first of September, o'course!" Hagrid said, chuckling. "The students will arrive by train in about three hours. I don't know how ya managed ta get here . . . how come ya don't have ya school supplies?"
"I . . . I . . . I'm new," Harry slurred.
"Come with meh, professor Dumbledore will want to see ya," the giant said calmly.
Harry followed his old friend through the plain, around the lake and finally arrived at the school's main entrance at least twenty minutes later. To his surprise, he saw a very younger-looking professor McGonagall standing in the stairs.
"Holy shit," he could stop himself from exclaiming, unaware that Hagrid had perfectly heard him, maybe even professor McGonagall herself.
Harry saw his transfiguration teacher glare at him, and couldn't help but think that if she was eighteen years in the future, she would know so much about him.
"Your name?" she asked, looking at Harry straight in the eyes. "And explain the fact that you are not in the Hogwarts Express with the rest of your fellow students."
"Well, I flew here but my broom disappeared over that hill," Harry said, slyly avoiding naming himself. "And Hagrid found me up there. I'm not with the rest of the students because I'm new . . . and I'm supposed to go in sixth year, in Griffindor."
Professor McGonagall's eyes narrowed looking at his sternly, as Harry crossed his fingers, praying that she was going to believe him and accept as true those lies.
"Hagrid, please take him to the headmaster," she said finally.
"Yes ma'am," the giant said, walking up the stairs and pass the great hall, closely followed by Harry who wanted to get away from the head of his house quickly, having the odd feeling that she could see right through him.
Harry absentmindedly followed Hagrid up to the large statue behind which he knew the headmaster's office was.
"Loose Dungbomb," Hagrid said, making the statue jump sideways.
Harry was bought up to professor Dumbledore's office. Hagrid didn't wait to see if the headmaster needed him and left immediately, probably to wait for the Hogwarts Express to arrive with the rest of the students.
Harry saw that the beautiful circular room was exactly like he had known it eighteen years in the future. Even Fwakes was there, perched on his post. Harry made a few steps forwards and saw an eighteen-year-old younger headmaster sitting behind his desk.
Harry instantly knew that he wasn't going to be able to lie to him.
Before he could say a word, Harry started speaking very quickly, hoping that professor Dumbledore was going to listen to him, and understand.
"Professor, I know you don't know me but please, let me say what I need to say before saying anything," Harry started. "I can't tell you from where I come or who I really am because I'm sure you wouldn't understand, and I'm saying that as a friend, not just a student. Please don't ask questions because I don't want to lie. Just know that I'm here to learn and study as a Griffindor student here to start his sixth year and that my situation might sound odd and questionable but please,-"
"I understand," professor Dumbledore interrupted. "No need to try to explain what you don't want me to know."
Harry sighed in relief and sat in the chair in front of the desk.
"Thank you so much," he said, out of breath.
Professor Dumbledore stared at him through his half-moon spectacles, hands crossed together on his desk.
"Can I at least know your first name?" he asked finally.
"Harry, sir," he answered, smiling.
"Well, Harry," the headmaster said. "Welcome to Hogwarts."
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Harry stood a bit further away from the teacher's table, watching as students started filling the great hall, occasionally giving Harry a quizzical look, probably wondering who he was and what he was going there.
He was wearing second-hand robes professor Dumbledore had provided for him, and had found old school books he would be allowed to use. Harry didn't have the money to buy them and so he was asked not to damage them too much and to return them at the end of the year.
His eyes fixed at the line of students arriving, Harry's heart jumped a couple of beats when he saw Sirius enter the Great Hall, uniform completely out of order, head up high and wand in hand, as if he was searching for someone to hex. His jaw dropped when he saw who was with him.
His father.
Slapping his godfather's back and laughing loudly was James Potter, uniform in the same state as his friend and hair in a completely bedridden fashion.
He himself was followed by two other people Harry immediately recognized. The first was Remus Lupin, wearing impeccable robes with a shinning prefect badge on his chest. His hair was light chestnut colour and he was rather pale and thin. The second person was Peter Pettigrow, young, mousy looking teenager. Harry was immediately tempted to curse him, but knew it wasn't the time at all.
Harry watched them make their way to the Griffindor table and sit down without stopping their conversation. After a while, he noticed that Remus kept glancing in his direction once in a while, while still talking to James and Sirius. He looked away and decided to concentrate on the row of people still entering by the main entrance.
He saw girls and boys of all ages wearing practically identical robes, each walking to their house table without really looking at the other houses. The Slytherins had the exact same attitude Harry knew so well and The Ravenclaws looked too proud to talk to the friendly Hufflepuffs sitting right next to them.
Harry concentrated on the entrance again and his jaw dropped a second time when he recognized another person.
She was probably also going in her sixth year. Her hair was dark red and her eyes were green, she was of reasonable height and had fair skin, and Harry immediately deducted that she was very pretty.
Lily Evans.
She walked between the tables with a smile on her face, saluting many people, until she reached James' level. There, her smile faded and she rose her head in a rather smug way, She walked pass him ignoring what he was saying and sat down further away with her friends.
Finally, everyone was settled and the first years came in, leaded by professor McGonagall. Harry watched the sorting hat sing his song and each new student get sorted and finally, started feeling butterflies in his stomach when Dumbledore asked him to walk forwards.
He stood on the stage a bit further away from the centre while Dumbledore made his beginning of year speech and dictated a few rules. All the eyes in the room were staring at him and he was sure he was turning a light shade of scarlet.
"Now," Dumbledore said. "We have another new student among us this year. Please welcome Harry to the Griffindor house."
Harry heard the whole Griffindor table erupt in cheers while the others simply clapped. He made his way up the table, keeping his head down, and sat between a fifth and sixth grader, glad that Dumbledore had stopped his introduction there.
A few moments later, the table was covered with very appetizing food. Forgetting his worries, Harry helped himself with roasted chicken and potato salad, listening to the conversations going on around him.
"Spent my summer between Canada and America," a boy with frizzy orange hair said. "My parents and I saw eight Quidditch matches. Incredible how big their new Quidditch stadium is, up in Canada. Really beautiful. I saw the Moose Jaw Meteorites play against the Stonewall Stormers there. And I saw the Sweetwater All-Stars in Texas . . . "
"I stayed with my mom," a girl with pale brown hair and a freckled nose said. "She works for the Ministry and takes care of magical animals . . . we took care of two tebos (1)! Can you imagine? She's so good she could really become teacher here . . ."
"Hey, Harry, where are you from?"
Harry looked around the table, searching for the one that had talked to him. He found Lily looking at him with a smile.
"Well . . . euh, . . . Surrey," Harry said, thinking of Privet Drive, yet regretting it afterwards.
"What a coincidence! Me too!" Lily said, handing out her hand. "I'm Lily Evans, by the way."
"Harry Potter," Harry said promptly, shaking her hand that she removed almost immediately after hearing his name.
"Potter?" she asked cautiously, looking at him for an explanation.
Harry felt like hitting himself.
"Well, no not really," he started stupidly. "But it's the name I use . . ."
"What?" Lily asked, frowning. "You don't use your parents' name?"
"Well . . . no," Harry said uncomfortably. "Because . . . I don't live with them . . ."
"How come?" the boy that had spent his vacation in America, asked.
"Well . . . they died . . ." Harry tried to say.
"I'm so sorry," Lily said. "I didn't know . . . sorry. It's just that I thought you were related to *him*," she said, showing him James. "And you really look like him . . . except for your eyes, so it didn't help."
Harry nodded.
"You don't seem to like him much," he said, seeing that that statement made a tinge of red appear on her cheeks.
"Just see how he is," she said. "And you'll understand . . . And be careful not to be hexed in the hallway."
"Hexed?" Harry asked.
But Lily was already talking to a girl sitting in front of her a bit further away. Harry frowned and continued eating.
Once he had finished eating, he made his way towards the door, just like many other students. Harry noticed that the main staircase was completely jammed by students and decided to take a shortcut to arrive to the portrait of the Fat Lady.
The hallway he took was completely empty and he took his time walking through it. He turned a corner and heard faint footsteps behind him.
He kept on walking as if he hadn't heard anything, but his hand slipped into his pocket and grabbed his wand.
He felt the footsteps following and he couldn't help but smile. He had almost reached another hallway when he heard that someone was muttering a spell.
He quickly turned around to face his attackers.
"Protego!" he shouted, blocking the jet of purple light that had been supposed to his him.
He saw that his assailants were outnumbering him, and stated throwing spells at them.
"Impedimenta!" he yelled, making the first person stumble backwards. "Incarcerous!"
Seeing that they were still there but weren't moving or doing anything, Harry stopped throwing spells at them and waited.
What he head next surprised him. The people were laughing.
He made a few steps forwards to see who they were and his heart almost stopped beating.
Sirius was leaning against the wall, wand out, folded in two and laughing his head off. Remus was on the other side, next to one of the windows, grinning and giggling silently. Further away was Peter that looked more sorry than anything else.
James Potter was in the middle of their circle, on the floor, tied up with ropes, his wand just out of reach.
The site was quite funny but Harry couldn't help feeling that his heart was now working more slowly.
"Finite Incantem," Harry whispered, pointing his wand at his young father.
The ropes disappeared and James started laughing, not moving from his spot.
Sirius made a step towards Harry, still laughing very loudly and slapped his shoulder a couple of times.
"I'm . . . Sirius Black . . . also known as Padfoot . . ." he said between puffs of laughter. "He's Remus 'Moony' Lupin . . . Peter 'Wormtail' Pettigrew over there . . . and that's James Potter . . . also called Prongs . . . We're the Marauders . . . Welcome!"
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Please tell me what you think! Advie is very, very well accepted!
(1) Tebos are ash-coloured warthogs found in Congo and Zaire. They have the power of invisibility and so are hard to catch. They are very dangerous and their hide is highly prised by wizards for protective shields and clothing. Got that info in 'Fantastic Beasts and where to Find Them'.
ColdflameK: Thank you! And it will be awesome to have Harry with his father and Sirius . . . but there will be a downside to all of it . . .
Nihilum: Thanks! And sorry about the spelling errors. I wrote it quickly and I didn't double check for errors because I wanted to post it immediately . . . but I checked it and corrected everything. And yes, Harry didn't have money with him . . . he wanted to check if he could find it immediately, or something -_-.
Amme1212: Thanks! ^_^
DeadAngel: Thanks for your support! Here's the rest!
Spacecadet: Well here is more! ^_^
Tingling_bells: thank you!
YuZira: I update regularly all of my stories, so don't worry about that ^_^
Usagi: Yeah, Vernon was a bit scared to refuse . . .
Snuffles2: Thank you! I fixed the mistakes! I didn't take the time to double check the spelling, but everything should be okay now. And you are right, English is not my first language ^_^ I'm French.
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Chapter 2:
Harry had never been on a roller coaster ride but thought that what he had been though was ten times worst, without being not enjoyable. When everything stopped moving, quite a while later, Harry felt like he wouldn't be able to walk straight for days. A smile on his face, he tried making a step forward, only arriving to fall to the ground with humorous style.
Bukes hadn't specified that using the TimeTwister was very amusing, even if it provided strong dizziness.
Harry didn't move, staring at the blue sky above him that was still twirling in circles. Finally, about fifteen minutes later, Harry was able to get to his feet without stumbling forwards. A wide grin on his face, he looked up at a Hogwarts school as it had been eighteen years ago.
He noticed that the grounds seemed to be more covered by woodlands and that the lake seemed slightly smaller. Harry noted that Hagrid's hut was exactly the same, which surprised him.
"Hagrid was keeper of the keys and grounds of Hogwarts at this time?" Harry mumbled. "Why didn't he tell me?"
"Maybe because he doesn' know ya," a loud, very familiar voice said from behind him.
Harry turned around to come face to face with an eighteen year younger Hagrid. He hadn't changed at all, except for the beard that was just starting to grow.
"Hagrid!" Harry exclaimed happily, regretting it a second later.
"How come ya know me?" Hagrid asked, completely bewildered.
"Euh . . . I heard about you," Harry said quickly. "You're the keeper of the grounds, aren't you not?"
"Yes, eh am," Hagrid said, somewhat puffing his chest.
" . . . I'm Harry," Harry said, handing out his hand.
"Rubeus Hagrid," the giant answered, shaking the boy's hand. "How d'ya get here? And why are you wearing muggle clothes? You can see Hogwarts, so you're evidently a wizard, but-"
"Well, it's a long story," Harry started. "I was looking for Hogwarts but I couldn't find it and since I passed in muggle villages and towns, I decided to wear muggle clothes."
"And how'd ya get here?" Hagrid repeated.
"I . . . I flew," Harry invented quickly. "But . . . my broom simply stopped here and . . . euh, disappeared."
"Yer' not aloud to fly long distances yet!" Hagrid said, rather sternly. "You need to have finished school for that . . . just pray no one saw you."
"No one saw me, I was very careful," Harry said swiftly.
"But about it disappearing . . . that's odd," Hagrid continued. "But maybe it's because you were about to fly into the Hogwarts grounds . . . maybe ya can't . . . I don't know . . .ye'll have ta see the headmaster for that . . ."
"Euh . . . what date is it?" Harry asked.
"The first of September, o'course!" Hagrid said, chuckling. "The students will arrive by train in about three hours. I don't know how ya managed ta get here . . . how come ya don't have ya school supplies?"
"I . . . I . . . I'm new," Harry slurred.
"Come with meh, professor Dumbledore will want to see ya," the giant said calmly.
Harry followed his old friend through the plain, around the lake and finally arrived at the school's main entrance at least twenty minutes later. To his surprise, he saw a very younger-looking professor McGonagall standing in the stairs.
"Holy shit," he could stop himself from exclaiming, unaware that Hagrid had perfectly heard him, maybe even professor McGonagall herself.
Harry saw his transfiguration teacher glare at him, and couldn't help but think that if she was eighteen years in the future, she would know so much about him.
"Your name?" she asked, looking at Harry straight in the eyes. "And explain the fact that you are not in the Hogwarts Express with the rest of your fellow students."
"Well, I flew here but my broom disappeared over that hill," Harry said, slyly avoiding naming himself. "And Hagrid found me up there. I'm not with the rest of the students because I'm new . . . and I'm supposed to go in sixth year, in Griffindor."
Professor McGonagall's eyes narrowed looking at his sternly, as Harry crossed his fingers, praying that she was going to believe him and accept as true those lies.
"Hagrid, please take him to the headmaster," she said finally.
"Yes ma'am," the giant said, walking up the stairs and pass the great hall, closely followed by Harry who wanted to get away from the head of his house quickly, having the odd feeling that she could see right through him.
Harry absentmindedly followed Hagrid up to the large statue behind which he knew the headmaster's office was.
"Loose Dungbomb," Hagrid said, making the statue jump sideways.
Harry was bought up to professor Dumbledore's office. Hagrid didn't wait to see if the headmaster needed him and left immediately, probably to wait for the Hogwarts Express to arrive with the rest of the students.
Harry saw that the beautiful circular room was exactly like he had known it eighteen years in the future. Even Fwakes was there, perched on his post. Harry made a few steps forwards and saw an eighteen-year-old younger headmaster sitting behind his desk.
Harry instantly knew that he wasn't going to be able to lie to him.
Before he could say a word, Harry started speaking very quickly, hoping that professor Dumbledore was going to listen to him, and understand.
"Professor, I know you don't know me but please, let me say what I need to say before saying anything," Harry started. "I can't tell you from where I come or who I really am because I'm sure you wouldn't understand, and I'm saying that as a friend, not just a student. Please don't ask questions because I don't want to lie. Just know that I'm here to learn and study as a Griffindor student here to start his sixth year and that my situation might sound odd and questionable but please,-"
"I understand," professor Dumbledore interrupted. "No need to try to explain what you don't want me to know."
Harry sighed in relief and sat in the chair in front of the desk.
"Thank you so much," he said, out of breath.
Professor Dumbledore stared at him through his half-moon spectacles, hands crossed together on his desk.
"Can I at least know your first name?" he asked finally.
"Harry, sir," he answered, smiling.
"Well, Harry," the headmaster said. "Welcome to Hogwarts."
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Harry stood a bit further away from the teacher's table, watching as students started filling the great hall, occasionally giving Harry a quizzical look, probably wondering who he was and what he was going there.
He was wearing second-hand robes professor Dumbledore had provided for him, and had found old school books he would be allowed to use. Harry didn't have the money to buy them and so he was asked not to damage them too much and to return them at the end of the year.
His eyes fixed at the line of students arriving, Harry's heart jumped a couple of beats when he saw Sirius enter the Great Hall, uniform completely out of order, head up high and wand in hand, as if he was searching for someone to hex. His jaw dropped when he saw who was with him.
His father.
Slapping his godfather's back and laughing loudly was James Potter, uniform in the same state as his friend and hair in a completely bedridden fashion.
He himself was followed by two other people Harry immediately recognized. The first was Remus Lupin, wearing impeccable robes with a shinning prefect badge on his chest. His hair was light chestnut colour and he was rather pale and thin. The second person was Peter Pettigrow, young, mousy looking teenager. Harry was immediately tempted to curse him, but knew it wasn't the time at all.
Harry watched them make their way to the Griffindor table and sit down without stopping their conversation. After a while, he noticed that Remus kept glancing in his direction once in a while, while still talking to James and Sirius. He looked away and decided to concentrate on the row of people still entering by the main entrance.
He saw girls and boys of all ages wearing practically identical robes, each walking to their house table without really looking at the other houses. The Slytherins had the exact same attitude Harry knew so well and The Ravenclaws looked too proud to talk to the friendly Hufflepuffs sitting right next to them.
Harry concentrated on the entrance again and his jaw dropped a second time when he recognized another person.
She was probably also going in her sixth year. Her hair was dark red and her eyes were green, she was of reasonable height and had fair skin, and Harry immediately deducted that she was very pretty.
Lily Evans.
She walked between the tables with a smile on her face, saluting many people, until she reached James' level. There, her smile faded and she rose her head in a rather smug way, She walked pass him ignoring what he was saying and sat down further away with her friends.
Finally, everyone was settled and the first years came in, leaded by professor McGonagall. Harry watched the sorting hat sing his song and each new student get sorted and finally, started feeling butterflies in his stomach when Dumbledore asked him to walk forwards.
He stood on the stage a bit further away from the centre while Dumbledore made his beginning of year speech and dictated a few rules. All the eyes in the room were staring at him and he was sure he was turning a light shade of scarlet.
"Now," Dumbledore said. "We have another new student among us this year. Please welcome Harry to the Griffindor house."
Harry heard the whole Griffindor table erupt in cheers while the others simply clapped. He made his way up the table, keeping his head down, and sat between a fifth and sixth grader, glad that Dumbledore had stopped his introduction there.
A few moments later, the table was covered with very appetizing food. Forgetting his worries, Harry helped himself with roasted chicken and potato salad, listening to the conversations going on around him.
"Spent my summer between Canada and America," a boy with frizzy orange hair said. "My parents and I saw eight Quidditch matches. Incredible how big their new Quidditch stadium is, up in Canada. Really beautiful. I saw the Moose Jaw Meteorites play against the Stonewall Stormers there. And I saw the Sweetwater All-Stars in Texas . . . "
"I stayed with my mom," a girl with pale brown hair and a freckled nose said. "She works for the Ministry and takes care of magical animals . . . we took care of two tebos (1)! Can you imagine? She's so good she could really become teacher here . . ."
"Hey, Harry, where are you from?"
Harry looked around the table, searching for the one that had talked to him. He found Lily looking at him with a smile.
"Well . . . euh, . . . Surrey," Harry said, thinking of Privet Drive, yet regretting it afterwards.
"What a coincidence! Me too!" Lily said, handing out her hand. "I'm Lily Evans, by the way."
"Harry Potter," Harry said promptly, shaking her hand that she removed almost immediately after hearing his name.
"Potter?" she asked cautiously, looking at him for an explanation.
Harry felt like hitting himself.
"Well, no not really," he started stupidly. "But it's the name I use . . ."
"What?" Lily asked, frowning. "You don't use your parents' name?"
"Well . . . no," Harry said uncomfortably. "Because . . . I don't live with them . . ."
"How come?" the boy that had spent his vacation in America, asked.
"Well . . . they died . . ." Harry tried to say.
"I'm so sorry," Lily said. "I didn't know . . . sorry. It's just that I thought you were related to *him*," she said, showing him James. "And you really look like him . . . except for your eyes, so it didn't help."
Harry nodded.
"You don't seem to like him much," he said, seeing that that statement made a tinge of red appear on her cheeks.
"Just see how he is," she said. "And you'll understand . . . And be careful not to be hexed in the hallway."
"Hexed?" Harry asked.
But Lily was already talking to a girl sitting in front of her a bit further away. Harry frowned and continued eating.
Once he had finished eating, he made his way towards the door, just like many other students. Harry noticed that the main staircase was completely jammed by students and decided to take a shortcut to arrive to the portrait of the Fat Lady.
The hallway he took was completely empty and he took his time walking through it. He turned a corner and heard faint footsteps behind him.
He kept on walking as if he hadn't heard anything, but his hand slipped into his pocket and grabbed his wand.
He felt the footsteps following and he couldn't help but smile. He had almost reached another hallway when he heard that someone was muttering a spell.
He quickly turned around to face his attackers.
"Protego!" he shouted, blocking the jet of purple light that had been supposed to his him.
He saw that his assailants were outnumbering him, and stated throwing spells at them.
"Impedimenta!" he yelled, making the first person stumble backwards. "Incarcerous!"
Seeing that they were still there but weren't moving or doing anything, Harry stopped throwing spells at them and waited.
What he head next surprised him. The people were laughing.
He made a few steps forwards to see who they were and his heart almost stopped beating.
Sirius was leaning against the wall, wand out, folded in two and laughing his head off. Remus was on the other side, next to one of the windows, grinning and giggling silently. Further away was Peter that looked more sorry than anything else.
James Potter was in the middle of their circle, on the floor, tied up with ropes, his wand just out of reach.
The site was quite funny but Harry couldn't help feeling that his heart was now working more slowly.
"Finite Incantem," Harry whispered, pointing his wand at his young father.
The ropes disappeared and James started laughing, not moving from his spot.
Sirius made a step towards Harry, still laughing very loudly and slapped his shoulder a couple of times.
"I'm . . . Sirius Black . . . also known as Padfoot . . ." he said between puffs of laughter. "He's Remus 'Moony' Lupin . . . Peter 'Wormtail' Pettigrew over there . . . and that's James Potter . . . also called Prongs . . . We're the Marauders . . . Welcome!"
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Please tell me what you think! Advie is very, very well accepted!
(1) Tebos are ash-coloured warthogs found in Congo and Zaire. They have the power of invisibility and so are hard to catch. They are very dangerous and their hide is highly prised by wizards for protective shields and clothing. Got that info in 'Fantastic Beasts and where to Find Them'.