Harry opened his eyes to find 3 teenage boys staring down at him, looking rather concerned. Harry got up and sat against the headboard and instinctively reached for his glasses at the side of his bed he put them on and inspected the strangers closer. He was sure he had never seen these 3 individuals but they all looked highly familiar although he could not place them, maybe they were just kids from the corridors whose faces where lodged in his subconscious. Finally one of them spoke. "Are you all right there? You gave us all a scare" The buy who said this was Harry's age with pale grey eyes and long hair tied back loosely in a ponytail. "Yeah, I'm fine, just a little dizzy that's all. Where did Ron and Hermione go?" "Who?" said a large boy with watery eyes and a snout like nose; Harry sub- consciously christened him rat-boy. "You know, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger? Ron's a tall red head and Hermione is dead clever and had loads of bushy brown hair. We are usually seen together, both sixth year Gryffindors." Harry was surprised, most people knew the trio, especially those in Gryffindor and as Harry was apparently in his dorm he figured that the people here were Gryffindors too. Inspecting their robes just confirmed this suspicion, how come he'd never seen them before?
"Prongs? Are you OK...you know full well that there are no 6th year Gryffindors called Ron and Hermione." Harry sat bolt upright, eyes wide with fear. "What did you call me?" "Prongs...what's up James. Are you sure you are OK?" The dark haired boy looked alarmed now, as if he was addressing someone who had lost his marbles. Harry knew exactly where he was now, he was in his dorm but the catch was that it wasn't his time. He was in the Marauder's era, he could kill Snape, it must have been that potion and because it went wrong and he didn't know why he couldn't even try and rectify it.
