Timeless Escapades

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"Look, Harry, what you've got to understand is that your father and Sirius were the best in the school at whatever they did – everyone thought they were the height of cool – if they sometimes got a bit carried away—"

"If we were sometimes arrogant little berks, you mean." said Sirius.

Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, pg. 670, by: JK Rowling

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Timeless Escapades

Chapter 2

James Potter was usually a calm boy. He was normal... had his famous friends, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew; and he also happened to be in his sixth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. But any how... yes, he was a calm boy. However, he did have an unusual habit for causing trouble.

"Prongs!" a teenage boy with dark black hair hissed from behind a suit of armor. "What are you doing?!"

James pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and pulled his wand out of his sleeve. It was perfect, he had been thinking up his plan for months. What he needed now was to get some essence of murlap for the potion and then everything would be set. All he needed was for Padfoot to shut his bloody mouth!

"Shut up!" James snapped. "Just keep a look out, will you?"

And with that James, the most famous of the Marauders four, crept to the old potions cabinet that was placed in the corner of the dungeons supply room. Professor Kerchip, the current Potions Master, never locked the cabinet... something about guilt on your conscious being enough for stealing...

What a joke.

Prongs approached the cabinet and reached out to grab the handle. However, when he turned the knob and pulled, something very odd happened.

The cabinet wouldn't open.

James looked at the handle in disbelief. He tried again. And nothing happened. James kept tugging at the knob while he heard Sirius in the background, not even trying to conceal his laughter at Prongs not being able to open a cupboard. James becoming increasingly more embarrassed by the second, gave the cabinet a sharp kick with his foot in frustration. This only served to send a jolt of pain through his big toe and gain another bark of laughter from the maniac behind the armour.

"Prongs, Prongs... Prongs...." Sirius sighed. "Lost your touch have you?"

James gave Sirius a death glare which could have struck fear into the heart of some innocent first year. His cheeks were flushed and he look ready to murder number one, Sirius Black.

"Padfoot, get out here and HELP me!!!" James growled, giving the cabinet handle another jerk. "What happened to rule thirteen? Always lend another Marauder a helping hand!"

Sirius chuckled and abandoned his hiding spot, walking out to help the distraught Potter. Sirius gave the knob a heavy jerk. The door still wouldn't budge.

"Geez... it really is stuck. Maybe something's blocking the door?"

James rolled his eyes heavenward and gave Sirius a stare that stated quite clearly, 'no – duh – you idiot!'

"How did I ever get to be friends with you?" James asked his friend.

Sirius looked highly affronted. "I have no idea what you mean, my dear Prongs! Now on the count of three, okay?"

"One... two..."

"THREE!"

With an almighty jerk, the door to the cabinet swung open... and a figure with unruly jet black hair fell to the ground with a thud.

"Urgh..." the pile of robes moaned. "My head..."

Meanwhile, James and Sirius looked down in shock at the robes on the ground. And Sirius, ever the intelligent one, decided to take hold of the situation at hand.

"Oi! Who are you!?"

James gave Sirius a glare and then bent down and helped the figure role over on to his back. The robes fell off the person's face and revealed...

Sirius gaped at the stranger and then turned towards James, whose face was as white as a ghost's. So naturally, he did the only thing that he could think of.

"EVIL PRONGS CLONE! ARGGGG!!!!" he screamed.

James just stared at the person. He was... well... him! The exact same hair, face, hell! Even the ear's were the same! Except for the eyes... green eyes.... green eyes that were so familiar somehow...

Harry had felt very disoriented when he had fallen out of the cupboard. His head felt like it was going to crack in two and his stomach had the distinct urge to throw up every single decent meal that he had ever ate.

"Urgh..." he moaned. "My head..."

As he tried to gather his bearings, someone above him someone asked...

"Oi! Who are you!?"

Harry moaned again. That voice was so persistent! And yet... it was so familiar too...

In that same instant, someone had flipped Harry over on to his back. Harry looked up into a pair of dark hazel eyes, hidden behind rounded glasses.

Harry shut his eyes tightly, trying to get rid of the image that was placed before his eyes. I did NOT just see what I thought I saw. When I open my eyes, I will be back in the cupboard, and Snape will be giving me detention. Harry prepared himself briefly and then opened his eyes once more. The boy was still there, gaping at him in shock.

"EVIL PRONGS CLONE! ARGGGG!!!!"

Harry snapped his head up and starred, open mouthed at the teenager standing behind the boy with glasses. It was... was.... 'him'!

NO!!! Harry screamed internally, all of his nerves going taunt in denial. This was some sick joke played by Malfoy and his gunnies. It was NOT real.

However, his heart seemed to be telling him otherwise... Harry starred at Sirius again before his eyes fell on the boy leaning over him again, his eyes wide as saucers.

"Dad?!"

Harry only managed to get one more look as the jet haired boy blanched at him, before he passed out into unconsciousness.

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