Messing with Time
Summary: By accident, the trio goes back to the Marauder's time and don't like what they see…
Chapter 1: Uh oh….
"Hermione, will you hurry up! We're going to be late for Potions!" Ron called.
"Ugh, well, lets see you run while carrying a million books! Honestly Ron!"
"I just wonder why Snape's so mean," Harry said thoughtfully. "I wonder if we could go back in time or something and maybe make him nicer…"
"Harry, that's a preposterous idea. You know you can't mess with time!" Hermione scolded.
"Yes, but I can wish, can't I?"
Just then, Harry, Ron, and Hermione felt like they were spinning. The walls did seem a bit blurry…
"What's going on?" Hermione asked.
"I don't know, but I don't feel too good," Ron said, looking slightly green.
"Well, we're already late for Potions. We better not give Snape a reason to take even more points from Gryffindor," Harry reflected.
"Why would that git be taking points? He wasn't a Prefect last time I checked! And why haven't I seen you around before?" a slightly familiar voice asked.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione spun around. Standing in front of them was Harry's twin and three other people. But Harry didn't have a twin, did he?
"Whoa," James and Ron breathed.
"Who are you?" Remus and Hermione asked together.
"What?" Harry and Sirius questioned.
"Ok. Who are you?" Harry finally asked after a minute of staring at James.
"I'm James Potter, this is Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, and Peter Pettigrew," James said, pointing to everyone in turn. "Now who are you?"
Hermione quickly introduced them. "He's Harry…Harry Smith, I'm Hermione Colbert, and this is Ron Nubian."
James nodded, then said, "Well, it's nice to meet you! But why haven't we seen you before? Aren't you in Gryffindor?" he asked, eyeing their robes.
"And why do you," Sirius said, pointing at Harry, "Look just like James?"
"Uh, well, we just transferred here from… Beaxbatons. Yeah." Hermione covered up for them.
"Really? What's it like there? And why don't you have a French accent?" Remus, always the inquisitive one, asked.
"Um, it's warmer there than here but really nice, and um, we grew up here but go to school there, until our parents brought us here," Hermione lied again.
"That's neat! What year are you?" Sirius questioned.
"Sixth," Ron said quickly, before Hermione could answer again.
"Cool! So are we! Does Professor Dumbledore know you're here?" James asked.
"Yes, he knows we're here, of course, but maybe we should go see him again," Hermione said.
"Let me lead the way." James strutted off in the direction of Dumbledore's office.
Five minutes later, they arrived at the stone gargoyle that blocked the way to Dumbledore's office. James and Sirius started naming every sweet they could think of.
"Fizzing Whizbees? Licorice Wands?"
"Cockroach Clusters? Ice Mice? Acid Pops?"
"Lemon Drops?" Harry tried. The gargoyle sprang to life and stepped to the side. The odd group stepped onto the spiraling stairs and soon found themselves knocking at the door to his office. "Come in," came Dumbledore's voice through the door. They entered. Dumbledore's eyes bulged out of his head as he stared at them in amazement. "Oh my!" he exclaimed. "Yet I knew it would happen eventually." Everyone looked at him as if he had grown an extra head. "What?" he asked innocently. "I travel through time too, you know!" It was then that Hermione fainted.
Well, how do you like my new story? This is my first time-travel fic, completely by Dragoneye. Don't even think about not reviewing and telling me if I should keep it up or not!