Yeah, it's a time-travel story.A different time-travel story. You see, in a typical time-travel story 16-year-old Harry (and sometimes Ron and Hermione) meet 16-year-old James (and sometimes Remus and Sirius. But Peter is always in the hospital wing at the time) and tell them a lottoo much about their future, but the people from the past forget everything in the end. This story is different. Fred and George don't know the whole story. What difference does it make? Well, you will see...

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Dreams come true? (or Something Wrong?)

'Are you sure it was a right thing to do?' Fred asked his brother as they walked towards their dormitory.

'Well, Harry needs it more than we do,' George answered.

'Maybe he does, but… you know…'

'Oh, he is the right person, you know he is.'

Fred didn't say anything.

'He's only in third year,' George continued 'and he's nearly been expelled three times!' The two boys laughed 'And he does need the Map.'

'Sure, I know…' said Fred 'It's just that… I don't know… I think I'm going to miss it.'

George thought about it.

'Yeah,' he said finally 'So am I…'

'Wonder if we ever find out,' Fred said after a moment of silence 'who the guys who made it were.'

'I wish we could meet them' George added.

XXX

You should always be careful when you wish for something. When Fred and George reached the portrait of the Fat Lady and said the password, they realised that something was wrong. First of all the fact that the Fat Lady was there at all. Hadn't she been replaced by that crazy knight? Second of all, she wouldn't let them in!

'What do you mean?' George argued 'The password hasn't changed, has it!'

'Sorry, dear,' she told him 'I can't let you in.'

'Oh, come on!' Fred said desperately 'It's us! Fred and George Weasley!'

'You do know us!' George added 'Everyone does!'

'I am sure I have never seen you before,' the Fat Lady said.

Now this was really strange. She was apparently trying to play some kind of trick on them. Fred and George Weasley were, of course, used to playing tricks on other people, but not to other people playing tricks on them.

And how were they going to get in now? Did they have to wait for somebody else to say the password? Was the Fat Lady going to let that somebody in anyway?

Actually they didn't have to wait long. When they heard somebody behind them, they turned around to see…

'Harry?' said George, surprised 'What are you doing here? I thought you were in Hogsmeade!'

The dark-haired boy stared at the two redheads. They stared back. There was something wrong again…

'Harry?' he asked 'Who the hell is Harry? And who are you?'

'What do you mean!' asked Fred in shock 'It's us!' What the hell was Harry up to?(1)

'I can see that it's you,' Harry said 'But who are 'you'? And who's Harry?'

'You are Harry!'

'No, I'm not!' he argued 'My name is James!'

'Whatever you say, Harry,' George answered, wondering if Harry had gone mad. And then he realised, once again, that something was wrong. The boy did look like Harry of course. He had the same face, the same hair and everything. He looked exactly like Harry, except that he was not Harry! (2)

Fred noticed it too. And then he also realised that the stranger looked a little older than Harry. And there was something wrong (again!) with his eyes. That is, not exactly wrong. They were perfectly normal eyes(3). But they were not Harry's perfectly normal eyes. Fred looked at Harry (No, wait! It was James!). Then he looked at George. Then he finally said it.

'There is something wrong…'

Then George came up with an idea. Harry's father's name was James, wasn't it? That would explain why the stranger looked like Harry. But it didn't explain, why he was fifteen years old. Or why he was here. Or why he was alive. The only explaination was…

'We're in the past, Fred!'

'What do you mean we're in the -?' Fred began to ask. But then he understood.

'James,' he asked a different question 'What year is it?'

'1975. Do you really think I'll believe that you came from the future!'

'No' said George 'We were hoping you'd think we're exchange students from Beauxbatons or somewhere...'

'But we don't know any French,' Fred finished 'So I guess we have to tell you the truth.'


(1) No good obviously.

(2) This was another thing the Weasley twins did to other people all the time. But they didn't expect somebody else doing it to them.

(3) Well, almost. He did need glasses.

XXX

'What took you so long, Prongs?' they heard someone say, as James disappeared in the dormitory.

'You wouldn't believe it anyway.'

'What, that you met some people at the entrance and had to talk to them for half an hour?'

'Yeah, well they say they are -'

'Who are they anyway?'

'Fred Weasley and George Weasley'

'Yeah, I can see, but -'

At last George decided to open the door. Inside the room they used to(4) live in they saw James and three other boys sitting on one of the beds, watching something on a piece of parchment. They looked up as the twins walked in.

'Hi' said the two boys uncertainly.

'Hi, guys!' James said cheerfully.

'It's them, right?' asked one of the other three.

'Yes. Fred and George Weasley,' James introduced them 'They're either from some other school or from the future. And these are my friends' he told the Weasleys 'Wormtail' that was apparently the small, plump one 'Moony' the boy looked rather tired, pale and, for some reason, oddly familiar 'and Padfoot' the third one was the tallest of them all and had dark hair.

Fred and George stared at the four of them, amazed. Their dream had come true. And the Map was in the best hands it could be in.

'What's wrong?' Wormtail asked.

'Well, if they're from the future' Moony suggested 'they might know us or something… or maybe we've done something -'

'Maybe we're famous!' Padfoot exclaimed 'Maybe we -'

'Or maybe' Moony interrupted him 'somebody should go ask Dumbledore what to do'

'Right, Mr. Perfect Prefect. If anything interesting happens, tell a teacher…'

'He might actually be right,' Fred said. George looked at him in shock.

'Well, you know,' Fred explained. 'We might want to go back to our time someday. Or we might need somewhere to live while we're here. Or -'

'All right, all right! Let's go talk to Dumbledore.'

And Fred, George and James left the room.


(4) From James's point of view were going to

XXX

'So he doesn't know either,' said George as they left the Headmaster's office 'What should we do now?'

'Maybe wait about twenty years' James suggested 'Then you will be back to your time.'

'And twenty years older' said Fred 'Sure, no big deal: just wait about twenty years!'

'Eighteen' George corrected 'But I still don't like it.'

'I was just joking!' James said 'I mean, he said he'll try to help you, didn't he?'

'Well, yeah, he did…'

'So why don't we just leave it to him?'

'Right… So what was the story again? We're exchange students from err...'