A/N:I received 3 reviews within an hour of posting this story-thanks you guys! Anyways, When George starts to tell the story, I think I'm just going to write it as if it was happening, so please please please don't be confused!
Disclaimer: I don't own it.
Harry's head whirled around. Standing in the doorway was Hermione, Ron and Ginny, with Fred standing right behind him, mouthing apologies. "George! Why did you run out on us like that!" Ginny cried. She was halfway towards the couch he was sitting on when she noticed the small brunette next to him. "Who's that?" She asked, curiosity evident on her face.
"Long story, which I was about to tell Harry, here." George sighed. "I guess I have to tell all of you then." He settled back, allowing everyone time to find somewhere to sit.
"Well, this is Anastasie, she's French. Anastasie, this is Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, and Ginny Weasley. Ron and Ginny are my brother and sister-frere." He said carefully, as if he wasn't sure of himself. "and soeur." A look of comprehension on her face dawned.
"Its le couleur. Red. C'est évident." She giggled slightly.
"Er, yes. Our hair. Rather trademark, isn't it?" George said, the tips of his ears tinged red. "Anyways, as I was saying, this is Anastasie and she's from France. We met her during our escapades at the Ministry of Magic, which I suppose I should relate to you." Harry watched everyone else, who seemed to be just as curious as he. "Yeah, alright."
Fred and George glanced at each other and then at the others. Moony wasn't able to come, since it was only a day or two before the full moon. Padfoot and Prongs were there, however. Being seventh years, they had turned seventeen over the summer and would be able to apparate. Both Padfoot and Prongs were able to apparate, too. Thankfully. Apparently there was a tunnel to the shrieking shack under the whomping willow. It rather looked like the two of them were used to this. Then something dawned on the two of them.
Fred leaned forward. "Moony wouldn't happen to use the shrieking shack to transform, would he?" he said in a quiet whisper as he followed Padfoot and Prongs along the passageway. Sirius turned back and nodded. "Oh! Right then." Neither Fred nor George had ever been in the shrieking shack, though apparently their brother and Hermione and Harry had. All four of them were bent over and scooted along the passageway. As soon as they reached the shrieking shack, there were four pops and the boys were gone.
Somewhere in a deserted alley in the middle of England, Fred and George glanced at each other. Neither James nor Sirius had apparated here. Yet this is where they had always gone to the ministry as kids with their father. Where else could it have been? They looked around frantically. There was no phone booth. "Fred, Where is it? Did we apparate to the wrong place?"
"I don't know George," Fred said, sounding bewildered. Suddenly a huge black dog barked at the end of the alley.
"Snuffles!" George yelled and clapped his hands together. "Come here, Snuffles! Here, boy!" He put his hands on his knees and whistled. The dog bounded towards them and turned them around, so that they were facing the wall, hiding Snuffles from the streets.
"Why are you standing in an abandoned alley?" Sirius asked. "And WHY were you calling me Snuffles?"
"Oh, erm, uh, it's a name we made up." Fred said brightly. He couldn't tell Sirius that he'd told his grandson and his friends to call him that. "Figured we should call you Sirius in dog form, too distinctive and undog-like.
"So, what are you doing standing around up here? The entrance is down the street." Sirius said.
"Oh..Well, this was the entrance when we were kids.." George trailed off, hopelessly.
"Yeah, well its down the street now." Sirius said.
"Why would they change it?" Fred muttered.
"Dunno" George muttered back. They followed Sirius out of the alley. The light blinded them and they put their hands up to shield their eyes. Knowing they looked out of place, they hurried along. Sirius was happily sniffing his way, wagging his tail. He turned into an abandoned house, slipping through what looked like closed and barred door. Fred and George glanced at each other and shrugged. They were used to this. Platform 9 ¾ was exactly the same. Making sure no one was glancing at them, they leaned on the door and slid through. James and Sirius were waiting for them, just inside the door. There was the wand checking desk just across, in the brightly lit but small room. However, there was no one there. Fred and George followed James and Sirius to the elevator off to the side. Suddenly, there was a voice just behind them.
"Hold it right there." A gravelly voice said.
The four of them turned around to find themselves face to face with-"Moody!" Fred said, before he could stop himself.
"How the hell do you know me?" Moody growling, shoving his wand in their faces.
"er…Er..oh..um…" Fred stuttered.
"They saw you at a party at my parent's house, sir, you know, Bardia and Raina Potter? The four of us caught a glimpse of you as we left. We knew you had been invited, and well, you're rather distinctive, if I may say so, sir!" James spoke up.
"The one a few years ago?" Moody said, only slight curiosity showing on his face.
"Yes! That one!" James said, eagerly.
"Ha! I haven't been to your parent's house in a decade! No way this runt here knows who I am from that. You lied. Now. Tell me, why are you coming to the ministry? When you are supposed to be in school."
James opened his mouth but Fred cut him off. "I know we can trust him, James, its alright. He is friends with Dumbledore, we'll tell him. Er, I can explain how we know you, sir, but you don't know us. You see, we don't live now. Physically we're here. But we're not supposed to be." Fred started.
"Yes, Pr-Mr. Moody, sir Our brother's friend tripped and a time turner flew into the lit firework that we were holding. It exploded, throwing us back to this time." George finished. "I know its hard to believe, but its true.
"Really." Moody said, arching an uneven brow. "Please, continue."
"Well, we apparently landed back here, in our friend Harry P-" Fred started and then clamped his mouth shut when George nudged him. He looked horrified that he had started to say Potter. It would have told James everything. James and Sirius didn't catch it, but Moody saw it and was actually curious. His wand was lowered slightly and he had relaxed his stance. "Er-I mean, the time of the famous James Potter, here!" Fred said, the very tips of his ears gone red.
James looked at Fred oddly. "Yeah. Famous for being hexed to death by Lily!" George added in, elbowing Fred and sniggering.
"Hey!" James cried.
"Quiet!" boomed Moody. "Why are you here?" He asked, slightly impatiently.
"Oh-"
"Right-"
"Well. To get back to the future." Fred finally said.
"The future? That's impossible!" Moody said, staring at them.
"No it's not. Because we're from it." George said, slightly obstinately.
"Well. If Dumbledore believes you, I believe you." Moody said.
"Really? Great!" Fred said.
"We need to find this device that has control of all time turners." George said.
"Yeah. We can't have these two dunderheads competing for the top spot as pranksters. Better if they go back to their old time." Sirius said, jumping into the conversation.
Moody turned around, walked towards the elevators. "Well?" he said, when no one followed him. "Do you want this device or not? Because I can get it for you."
A/N: Raina means Peaceful queen and Bardia means the Prince. Figured it'd be good for James' parents. They're rich and pureblood..I think?
