Title: Time And Time Again

Author name: Moonstarlet

Author email: sailorcomet18@yahoo.com

Category: Humor, Romance (hee, hee, hee)

Keywords: Harry, Lily, James

Spoilers: PS/SS, COS, POA, GOF

Rating: 5 stars... I mean... PG Summary: Voldemort plans to go back in time to kill James and Lily before Harry is ever born. Can Harry save his mom and dad? What happens when the mom *likes* the son? Plus, the Marauders at 15...oh lordy!

Disclaimer: I'll say it again... I own nothing and it sucks. Warner Bros. and JK. Rowling own Harry Potter, all characters, settings and spells used in this story unless otherwise noted. A/N:I realized last night that I have to wait another year-a whole year- before the next HP will come out. Then I have to wait a year after that for the 6th book. Then another year for the 7th book. That's 3 years!! What am I gonna do?

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1975, Summer

As always, once the small group of 5th Years reached the Great Hall, their stomachs were rumbling loudly.

"Gallopin' Gargoyles," Sirius grumbled, "We have to wait for the Sorting to be over before we can eat. That'll be forever."

"I could eat a hippogriff, right about now," Remus added.

"Whose decision was it, " a quiet, feminine voice said, "to make bets on how high the Chocolate Frogs could jump? It's your own fault every Frog jumped out the window."

Swiftly, so fast that you got dizzy just watching it, Lily turned to face James, who had been making silly faces behind her back. "I saw that James Charles Potter!"

"That was the point." he replied.

Just as Lily was opening her mouth for a retort, Professor McGonagall marched to the center of the Hall with a stool and the old, battered Sorting Hat.

A hush fell over the crowd and when every eye was stuck on the hat, it's wide brim opened up and it began to sing

Once upon a time

a thousand years ago or more

when witchcraft was a crime

came some great wizards four

who changed history's course.

They combined all their powers

And opened the Hogwarts' doors

on Scotland's greatest bowers.

Red Gryffindor, who valued strength of mind.

Blue Ravenclaw, who treasured the scholastic.

Green Slytherin, who wanted the sly and vulpine.

Yellow Hufflepuff revered those who kept hard at it.

But how to pick who was whose?

The Founders were wise, the Founders were smart

They knew it was me to use

And so the great Sorting tradition did start

Just stick me on your head

And I'll tell you what's what

And though the Founders are dead

They'll trust what says my gut

The Hat's wide mouth closed again and the Hall burst into applause. McGonagall walked to the stool then pulled a long scroll out of her cloak. "When I call your name, please place the Sorting Hat on your head. When the Hat has given you a House, please remember to remove the Hat before joining your Housemates."

Sirius snickered as McGonagall said this-his favorite part of the Sorting was watching the 1st Years wander off with the Hat. Last year, "Newman, Randy" had walked away with the Hat still on his head. Professor McGonagall chased him around the Hall for 10 minutes before he had realized why.

"Appel, Maria!"

A brown haired girl left the line of 1st Years and approached the hat.

"GRYFFINDOR!"

Maria Appel took off the hat and walked to the Gryffindor table, grinning the whole way.

"Good way to start off the Ceremony." Remus said.

"Boorstein, Joseph!"

"SLYTHERIN!"

"Or not." Sirius replied.

"Collins, Donna!"

"HUFFLEPUFF!"

"Cunningham, Elizabeth!"

"That's my little sister!" A 4th Year Gryffindor named Eric said proudly. "Everybody cross your fingers!"

"GRYFFINDOR!"

"Alright!" Eric punched at the air with his fist. Elisabeth skipped over to the table and sat down next to her brother.

"Congratulations," Lily said to her.

"Thanks."

"Yeah, congrats! Welcome to Gryffindor." Sirius said.

Elisabeth blushed and turned away, mumbling a "thank-you."

Lily frowned at Sirius for embarrassing the girl, while Remus and Peter ducked under the table to hide their laughter.

Sirius' grin turned to a wide white-toothed smile. "I can't help it if I'm irresistible to the ladies."

Lily harrumphed, "I bet you can't even spell 'irresistible.'"

James just shook his head amusedly.

After "Zinzi, Alison" had made her way to the Ravenclaw table, Professor Dumbledore stood up.

"Welcome back to Hogwarts. I realize most of you are quite hungry, so I'll be brief. Try the codfish, it's stupendous." With that, the headmaster sat down and food began appearing on the golden plates.

The Marauders (and Lily) didn't say much after this, as they were too busy eating and avoiding being hit by the mashed potato bombs being launched across the room by the Slytherins.

Afterwards, Lily and James led the 1st Year Gryffindors to the Tower for bed while Sirius, Peter and Remus snuck outside to quickly check on the plants they had started growing during the last year. (A/N: Can you guess what they're growing? Hehehehe...)

When the Marauders were finally gathered in the privacy of their room. Sirius said the thing that had been on all of their minds.

"Lily sure looks nice, doesn't she?"

James threw a pillow at him, which he easily ducked, but Peter and Remus agreed with Sirius.

"She does, doesn't she?" Remus said quietly, looking at James out of the corner of his eyes.

"Very nice." Peter put in.

"What do you think James?" Sirius asked, a smirk on his face.

"You're an idiot. That's what I think." And James closed the curtains around his bed, with a little more force than he meant, then promptly went to sleep.

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1995, Summer

*I'm an idiot* Harry thought as he and the rest of the students walked into the Great Hall. His stomach was churning nastily from all the candy and sweets he'd eaten on the Hogwarts Express.

Ron groaned loudly. Obviously he felt the same way.

"Really. What did you think was going to happen?" Hermione said. "Honestly. One would think that two 15 year olds would know not to eat so much."

Ron opened his mouth to make a retort, but a loud burp came out instead. "I don't think I can eat anything else. I don't want to see another Chocolate Frog for the rest of my life."

Harry nodded vigorously, but that only made his stomach feel worse. *Maybe if I don't think about it, it will go away* So, he started scanning the Professor's table at the head of the Hall, hoping to catch a glimpse of the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.

Every year since Harry had arrived at Hogwarts they had had a different Dark Arts teacher. People were beginning to think that the position was cursed, so no one seemed anxious to take up the post.

There was Professor Sinistra, who taught Astronomy, at the far end of the table. Next to her was Professor Flitwick, who taught Charms. Flitwick was a short, cheerful man and one of Harry's favorite professors. In Harry's 1st Year, Flitwick had toppled off his desk in surprise when he'd realized that Harry Potter was in his classroom.

Next to Flitwick was Hagrid, the grounds-keeper. Hagrid also taught Care of Magical Creatures, one of Harry's favorite classes. Harry had always felt a special bond with Hagrid, as he was the one to tell Harry that he was a wizard.

On Hagrid's left side was Professor McGonagall, who taught Transfiguration. Professor McGonagall was Head of Gryffindor House, but she showed no favorites: she was mean to everyone. Hermione said that McGonagall was just a big softy, but Harry had never seen evidence of that.

Professor Dumbledore sat at the center of the table, beaming merrily at all the students. Next to Professor Dumbledore sat.... no one.

"Where's Snape?" Harry asked aloud.

Hermione and Ron swiveled in their seats to gaze up at the Head Table. Ron immediately began grinning madly.

"Maybe he got canned!" he said gleefully.

"But Snape's a Potions Master." Hermione replied. "It would be very hard for Professor Dumbledore to find another teacher who could match Snape's skill."

"What?" Ron said, shocked. "You haven't become *taken* with Snape, have you?"

Hermione looked horrified. "Of course not!. I'm just pointing out how improbable it would be for Snape to have been fired. I hate him as much as you do." Hermione ended this with a little nod, to emphasize her point.

"So what happened to him?" Ron asked.

*What did Professor Dumbledore say to Snape at the end of last term?* Harry thought. He remembered the headmaster telling Sirius to stay with Professor Lupin, a friend of his parents and the old Defense teacher. But what did he say to Snape? *Oh, yeah!*

"I think he might be spying for Professor Dumbledore on Vol- You-Know- Who."

Hermione looked at him, "What makes you think that?"

Harry shrugged his shoulders. "Remember what Professor Dumbledore said to him last term... 'You know what I must ask you to do.. If you are ready...'"

"Yeah, I remember that." Ron said. "Snape got really pale after that. I reckon you're right."

"So, who's going to replace him?"

As if on cue, Professor Dumbledore stood up.

Harry realized that he and his friends had been talking so long that they had missed the entire Sorting Ceremony. He was a little disappointed; Harry had only managed to see two Sortings during the past four years, including his own.

"Before we dine, I would like to introduce two new additions to the staff. As some of you may have noticed, Professor Snape, the Potions teacher, is absent. Over his tenure here, Professor Snape has collected a large amount of vacation time. He is currently on sabbatical in the south of France. Taking his place as the Potions Master and Head of Slytherin House is Professor Nicholas Wohlgenannt. Professor Wohlgenannt is joining us from the Stonehenge Institute of Magical Studies where he taught Potions and researched Alchemy. I'm sure you'll find him a more than adequate replacement."

Two spaces from Dumbledore's chair, a short, dark man leaned over his seat. Many of the students gasped at the sight of him. Over the left side of Professor Wohlgenannt's face, a large red birthmark covered the area from his cheek to above his eyebrows. His hand were disfigured and covered in pock marks. A dark red scar showed beneath Professor Wohlgenannt's collar and continued under his robes. Suddenly Harry realized that the professor wasn't actually leaning over, but had a hunch-back that left him in a permanent stooping position. A few sympathetic Hufflepuffs clapped for the man, but most of the students, even the Slytherins, stayed quiet.

Professor Dumbledore continued smiling serenely at the students, as if hadn't noticed the less than enthusiastic welcome Professor Wohlgenannt had received.

"Once again, the Defense Against Dark Arts post is vacant. Professor Julia Leek has kindly offered to fill in. Professor Leek has spent the last 3 years in the Alps hunting Yetis for research on her new book. She will, unfortunately, only be with us for the year before she must continue with her work."

At the end of the staff table, Professor Leek stood up. Harry thought his heart had just stopped. She was beautiful. She had long blonde hair that cascaded down her shoulders, a delicate, slightly up- turned nose and possibly the highest cheekbones Harry had ever seen. The applause for Professor Leek was probably more than any other new teacher had ever gotten before.

Professor Dumbledore waited until the applause, hoots, hollers, whistles and catcalls quieted down before he continued.

"Now that that is all done. Dig in!" Immediately the golden goblets and plates were filled with food.

"Just our luck, " Seamus Finnigan, another 5th Year Gryffindor said, while shoveling mashed potatoes into his mouth. "Just when we think we've gotten rid of the worst teacher in Hogwarts history, we get stuck with someone even worse."

Hermione tutted him. "How do you know Professor Whirl... Whale... the new professor is going to be bad?"

"Come on, 'Mione. " Ron replied. "He's a Slytherin! And *look* at him. With that face he's got to be bitter."

"I never thought I'd say this, " Neville chimed in. "But... I miss Professor Snape."

Heads all around the Gryffindor table nodded in agreement.

"I can't wait for Defense, though." Dean Thomas added, looking up at the staff table. "Professor Leek is gorgeous."

Heads around the Gryffindor table nodded in agreement but most abruptly stopped when their girlfriends glared at them.

Finally, the feast ended. The students sang the Hogwarts song (Harry chose the tune from the Chimney Sweep song).

Harry and Ron joined Hermione as she led the 1st Year Gryffindors to the Tower. Seamus had been made Prefect also and was at the portrait of the Fat Lady to give out the new password ("Sugar Quills").

In the Common Room, Harry and Ron left Hermione and made their way up to the 5th Year's dormitory. It was the same room as last year, but now it had a shiny sign that said "5th Year Boys."

Harry quickly got into his four-poster but left the curtains partially open. Grinning, he asked the question that'd been running through his head all night. "'Mione sure looks good, doesn't she Ron?"

A thump followed by a yelp came from Ron's bed, making Harry believe that Ron had hit his head on the top of the bed.

"What... what makes you say that?" Ron practically squeaked.

Harry caught Dean's eye and saw him grin. "Oh, I don't know, Ron." Dean said. "Nice tan, nice hair, nice face, nice legs and nice pair of...."

"Hey! That's Hermione you're talking about!" Ron said.

"...I was gonna say 'eyes.'"

Neville snorted.

"Hermione's not..." Ron sputtered. "Hermione's.... She's... GET YOUR HEADS OUT OF THE GUTTER!" He finally shouted, causing boys in the hall to look in to see who was causing such a racket.

Ron jerked the curtains around his bed closed, but Harry could still hear him mumbling to himself "She's Hermione for crying out loud! What the bloody hell is wrong with them?"

Seamus gave Harry a thumbs up before closing his curtains and the rest of the boys followed suit.

*This year's gonna be fun* Harry thought just before he fell asleep.

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A/N2: I love Ron... I think he's adorable. Rupert Grint is awesome, too! Those cheeks! That grin! He's such a cutey-pie. Anyway, don't forget to review. Thanx!