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.

James woke up on his bed, reaching to the cabinet on the side he put on his glasses and 2 faces came into focus at the side of his bed. A tall red headed boy and a girl with masses of brown bushy hair who took that precise moment to yell "Harry! You feeling any better?" This took James by shock, not only did he not know this girl who seemed to care so deeply about him but she called him Harry. "I'm not Harry, sorry. Where are the others?" James asked subconsciously messing up his hair with his right hand while supporting himself with his left. "What you going on about? What others?" The redhead looking alarmed now, almost as alarmed as James was feeling. "You know, Sirius, Remus and Peter. They are all sixth year Gryffindor, Sirius has dark hair and we are usually seen together" Hermione interrupted him "What year is it?" Ron gave her a look that clearly suggested he was starting to doubt her sanity too. "1977, why you ask?" The couple looked at each other, looking rather shaken. "Shit"