A/n: For younger Sirius and Remus I'll say Sirius and Remus but for older Sirius and Remus I'll use the names they come up with in this chapter.

Chapter 2: Meet the parents

"You mean…that's my dad?" Harry asked shakily. Remus nodded grimly.

"Yes, Harry," he said.

"So we went back in time…into you guys' fourth year?"

"Yeah."

"Does that mean my mom's here too?"

"Yeah. But Harry, listen to me. You've been given a great chance. A chance to meet your parents. Sure, they're a year younger than you at the moment, but it's still something. Now, I know you'll want to warn them, even perhaps take action to change the future. But you must remember: under no circumstances may you do any such thing," said Remus.

"But, why not? Think about it! It will change their lives! I won't have to live with the Dursleys and my parents will still be alive!"

"Yes, but so will Lord Voldemort."

Harry looked confused.

"Professor…he's still alive," he said.

Sirius gave Remus a stern look, unnoticed by the others.

"Harry, have you every heard of the Butterfly Effect?" asked Remus. Harry nodded.

"It's a book and a movie," he answered.

"Yes. And you remember what happens, right?"

"He tries to fix his life by preventing or causing certain events but it just makes it worse and changes things he would realize it would change…" said Harry, realization dawning on his face.

"So you get it now? You can't breathe a word about their future," said Remus. Harry nodded. "Otherwise, however, I hope you enjoy yourself here. Have fun, meet your parents. I don't know why we got transported here and how we'll get back, but I'm sure it'll happen in due time."

Everyone else nodded too, as Hermione took charge.

"Ok," she said. "Harry, you'll be called Harry Portico, Ron will be Ron Westle, and I'll be Hermione Garnly. Professor, you can be Richard Lantir, and Sirius you'll be Samuel Brown. Everyone remembers who they are?" Everyone gave a quick nod of their head and they headed back over to the boys who were still waiting. "Sorry about that. Technical difficulties," she said with a small smile. "I'm Hermione Garnly and this is Ron Westle," she pointed at Ron," Richard Lantir and Samuel Brown, the Defense Against the Dark Arts teachers, and Harry Portico."

"I was wondering why Dumbledore didn't have a Defense teacher yet," said James.

"Blimey, James!" said Sirius. "That one looks just like you!" He pointed at Harry.

"He really does!" said Remus at the same times as Ron pretended to notice.

"Wow!" he exclaimed. "You guys look exactly alike!"

"Yeah, it's weird," Harry murmured.

Once everyone recovered from their shock (and their pretend shock) James, Sirius, and Remus introduced themselves

"I'm Remus Lupin." Remus said. Richard suppressed a shudder. It was really weird meeting the fourteen year old version of yourself.

"Sirius Black" Sirius said.

"James Potter," James introduced himself. "We're all in a group and we have another person but he's gone to Beauxbatons for this year. His name is Peter Pettigrew."

"We visited him there," Sirius announced. "It was really cool." Seeing their confused faces he said "They move in two days before the term, and have a free day and the feast on the next day." They nodded and he continued. "Everyone talks in French there, so he has this book that translates it. When someone's talking to him, he holds the book and it writes a translation. Then when he says something, he gives the book to them so it translates what he says. He told us it was really uncomfortable at first, but they're getting used to it and he's learning French."

"Cool," said Harry. "Do you have a name for your group or something?"

"Yeah," said James proudly. "We're called the Marauders."

"I like it," said Harry softly.

"Thanks," said James.

"So do you guys have beds and everything?" Sirius asked. "We didn't see any extras last night. You just got here today, right?"

"Yeah," said Ron.

"Cool," said Remus.

"So what were you guys doing up there?" James asked Richard and Samuel.

"Just helping them get settle in," said Richard.

"Oh."

Sam suddenly remembered the letter Dumbledore had given him.

"We should go tell the headmaster you three have arrived," he said to Harry, Ron, and Hermione.

"Yeah," said Hermione. "Bye James, Sirius, Remus!"

"Can we sit with you at the mealtimes?" Harry asked. He really wanted to get to know his dad better.

"Sure! Just beware of Evans," James warned them.

"Evans?"

"Red head, with green eyes, like you've never seen before. Wait a minute, you have the same eyes!"

Harry realized with a jolt that Evans was his mother.

"Wow, I thought mine were one of a kind," he said. "Well besides my mother's. I got them from her."

"Giving too much away," hummed Sam, rocking back and forth from his toes to his heels. Neither James, Remus, nor Sirius heard him.

"Cool. Anyway as I was saying, Evans has got a really bad temper. You guys are going into fourth year right?"

"Um, yeah," said Hermione.

"That's what year we're in!" said Sirius.

"Great!" said Hermione happily.

"Well, we got to go. See you at dinner. It's at 6:00," said Remus. They waved and went upstairs. Sam, Richard, Harry, Ron, and Hermione left the common room.

"This is going to be the easiest year ever! We're going to learn everything we learned last year," said Ron.

"I only said it because we obviously want to be with Harry's parents, and once we go back to our time, we don't want to redo fifth year," Hermione told him.

"Whatever," said Ron. "It's still going to be easy."

As they were walking down the hall towards Dumbledore's office, Richard let out a moan.

"Oh no!"

"What is it, Richie?" Sam asked.

"The full moon's in three weeks!"

"Shit! We can't have two werewolves in the Shrieking Shack!"

"We can go into the Forbidden Forest. If we have a werewolf with us, nothing will attack us," said Hermione.

"Ok, but what about the symptoms? Richard will be getting pale and looking tired before and after the full moon. They'll notice that, and that he'll be gone from classes for a day, and Remus will notice Richard in the hospital wing, won't he?" said Ron.

"We'll just say he got injured or something. Fell down the stairs," said Harry.

"I don't know. Will that be enough?" asked Hermione.

"Maybe. Whatever, we have three weeks to think of it, right?" said Sam.

"Yeah," said Richard. "Come on, let's go see Dumbledore."

Once they reached the headmaster's office they took turns guessing the password.

"Lemon Drop!"

"Licorice wand!"

"Jumping Jellybeans!" The gargoyle sprung aside and they walked up the spiral staircase. Professor Dumbledore was sitting at his desk. His beard and hair were much shorter, and he looked a lot younger. There weren't as many wrinkles on his face, and his hair was colored with little specks of an auburn color. He looked at them expectantly. Sirius walked forward and handed him the letter. As he read it he smiled. Once he'd finished, he conjured up some chairs and they sat down.

"So you are Mr. Black, Mr. Lupin, Mr. Weasley, Mr. Potter, and Ms. Granger." They nodded. "And you've traveled back twenty years." Again, they nodded. "And you're passing yourself off as Harry Portico, Ron Westle, Hermione Garnly, Richard Lantir, and Samuel Brown. Well, Sam and Richard will be the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professors, and you three will be starting your fifth year."

"Can we be in fourth year, Professor Dumbledore?" Harry asked. "I want to be in the same year as my parents, and we want to go back to our time and not have to redo fifth year. We want to redo fourth year here in this time."

"Very well, you will be fourth years. As for Mr. Lantir's lycanthropy, you'll have to go into the Forbidden Forest; we can't have two werewolves in the Shack."

Richard nodded.

"Now, Richard, Samuel, come with me. I will show you to your rooms and give you your schedules. You three may explore the castle until dinner and will receive your schedules tomorrow morning. Have fun."

"Harry! Ron, Hermione!" The trio looked over and saw Sirius waving crazily. "Over here!"

"Hey guys," Harry said as they sat down. "What's up?"

"Nothing really. It's too bad you missed the feast yesterday. You've never had a feast like the ones here," Remus told them, helping himself to potatoes. They almost laughed because they had actually had more than Remus, James, and Sirius had.

"Well, the food tonight should make up for it," Ron said grabbing some chicken. They were all talking and eating happily when they heard a shriek. The Marauders looked at each other and smiled evilly.

"POTTER!" Harry instinctively looked over and saw a red headed girl being attacked by the food at her end of the Gryffindor table. The goblets around her were pouring their contents on her head and then kept refilling themselves and doing it again.

"Having trouble, Evans?" James asked sweetly. She glared at him, and made the food stop throwing itself at her. Then she got up and began walking over.

"I wonder how long this time, James," Sirius said.

"What do you mean?" Hermione asked.

"Every time James does something to her food she comes over and slaps him. The longest the mark lasted was five days," he explained. James smirked as Lily reached their table. She lifted her hand, and made to slap him but he put a plate of mashed potatoes in front of his face. The girl let out a cry of disgust as her hand got covered in the food. James slowly took the plate away from his face and she glared at him.

"I hate you, Potter. You are so dead," she hissed and stormed out of the Hall. Harry only then realized that everyone in the Great Hall was watching them. But soon, everything was back to normal with everyone chatting away. The Marauders acted like nothing had happened.

"So do you guys like Hogwarts so far?" Remus asked. Ron looked at the teacher table where Sam and Richard's faces were red and you could tell they were trying hard not to laugh. He grinned at them, and turned back to his new friends.

"Yeah, it's great!" he said. Hermione frowned, but then forgot about the whole thing and occasionally joined in their conversations. When they started talking about Quidditch, however, she buried her nose in a book.

"Do you guys play Quidditch?" James asked.

"Yeah I played Keeper on my house team at school," Ron told them.

"Cool!" Sirius said. "I'm a Beater, and Jamsie is a Seeker."

"Do you play, Hermione?" Remus asked her. She looked up from her book long enough to shake her head.

"What about you, Harry?" James inquired.

"Yeah, I play Seeker too," he answered.

"That's awesome! We could exchange tips or something. Do you want to go out on the pitch after dinner?"

"Sure! That sounds like fun. How about we all go?"

"Well, Remus makes a pretty good Chaser, even if he doesn't really like playing," Sirius said. "So we'll force him." They all laughed.

"Fine." Remus grumbled. "But still if we have one Beater and one Chaser and two Seekers it won't work, so you have to be a Chaser, Sirius."

"Ok then. Being Beater's better but there's no one that's going to be playing with us that I'd like to injure. Yet," Padfoot said and grinned.

"We need another Keeper then," Harry pointed out. Everyone looked at Hermione. She noticed they were all quiet and looked up.

"What are you looking at me for?"

"Do know how to play Keeper, Hermione?"

"No!"

"Oh, come one it's not hard. Pleeeeeease," Ron begged.

"No, I could play Chaser but not Keeper." Now everyone looked at Remus and Sirius.

"What you expect me to be able to play Keeper?" the latter exclaimed.

"Yes," they all said.

"Ok, fine I'll play Keeper." Everyone turned back to Hermione. She put down her book, and said.

"All right I'll play. But none of us have brooms. Well neither Ron nor I do."

"Oh we'll go steal the school ones," Remus said.

"I thought you were the responsible one?" Hermione said.

"How would you know?"

"Dumbledore said."

"Haha. Well, sometimes…" said Remus. Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, well, we'll be waiting outside for you in ten minutes," James said and he and the other two left.

"Guys, how am I going to explain my Firebolt?"

"Your god father is in the business, and he got one specially made for you," Ron said. "Now let's go get your broomstick."

"No, wait," said Harry. "It's too good for that excuse to work. I mean, it was invented, like, twenty years from now."

"Yeah, I guess you're right. Oh well, just take one of the school brooms," said Ron. Harry nodded.

On the way to the common room, they saw Sirius hurrying to the grounds.

"We started to turn Evans' hair purple and pink but we only got the purple part before she caught us. Can you guys finish it?" he asked. Harry shrugged.

"Sure." Sirius gave him a thumbs up and ran off.

"Harry! She's your mother!" Hermione hissed.

"Not right now and so what? It'll be fun," he said. "We never play pranks!" Hermione still looked disapproving. "Please, Hermione? Pretty please with a cherry on top?"

"Fine," she grumbled, though a smile was visibly tugging at her lips. They reached the portrait, and said the password.

"Fairy dances." The portrait swung open, and they saw a very irritated Lily Evans in front of them.

"Hi, what's your name again?" Ron said.

"Lily Evans," she told him through gritted teeth and started searching for something in her Charms book.

"Oh, well we'll see you later," Harry said and he and Ron headed up to the boys' dorms. Remembering they didn't actually need to get a broom, they came back down almost immediately.

Hermione pulled them out of the common room, obviously trying to not give them time to hex Lily. But right before the picture closed, Harry and Ron turned her hair rainbow colors and ran off.

"Why'd you do that? It was just supposed to be pink and purple!" Hermione said trying to keep up.

"It's funnier that way," Ron explained.

"Yeah, Hermione don't worry about getting detention here. It won't go on your record now, so you can just relax and have fun. Live a little," Harry said and it worked.

"I guess it was kind of funny" she said, picturing it, and started laughing. They reached the doors quickly and ran towards the Quidditch pitch. They stopped and tried to catch their breath when the Marauders jumped out from behind a bush.

"Did you do it?" asked James.

"We turned her hair rainbow," Ron said. Remus, James, and Sirius's faces fell.

"We did that at the feast yesterday."

"Oh don't worry, it's going to be neon and flashing for a couple of days. And there are going to be a lot of sparkles in her hair," Harry reassured them. They brightened immediately, and threw two brooms at Ron and Hermione.

"Where's your broom?" Sirius asked Harry. "I thought you said you had one."

"No, I think I forgot it actually," said Harry.

"Oh. That sucks. Well, here's a school broom," said Sirius. Harry sighed but took it. The school brooms from 1977 were going to be much worse than the ones from 1997.

"Seekers are captains!" James cried.

"Ok, I pick first!" Harry called, forgetting about his crappy broom. James stuck out his lower lip.

"Fine."

"Ok, Ron because he's gotten really good over the summer." Ron smiled, and jogged over to Harry.

"Then I get Sirius."

"Well, duh. He's the only other choice for Keeper," Harry said. James stuck his tongue out.

"What's with people and bursting bubbles? Ok Harry, it's your turn." Harry turned to Ron, trying to decide who to choose.

"Hermione's pretty good; she won the game we played at my house the day before you came because we didn't have a snitch so we played with just Chasers and Keepers. Ron whispered. Harry nodded.

"Hermione." She beamed and walked over.

"Well, there really was no point in having captains, was there?" Remus said, going over to James and Sirius.

"Nope," Ron said and mounted his broom. "What is this? A Comet 260?" The three boys on the other team gaped at him.

"Are you kidding? Those are expensive."

"Why would they be expensive? They're so slow!" Hermione kicked Ron in the shin. "I mean compared to Harry's broom."

"How is that possible? The Comet 260 is the newest model," Sirius said. "Why do you think James and I have them?"

"Oh, mine is specially made. My god father is in the business."

"Wow, that's so cool. I wish you had it with you," said James.

"Yeah, me too," said Harry.

"Is it fast?"

"Yeah. Really fast," said Harry.

"Sweet," said Remus.

Suddenly Sirius noticed a light.

"What's that light?" he asked squinting. Harry and Ron looked over and grinned.

"It's Evans." Sure enough, they could make out a girl underneath the flashing, sparkly, rainbow colored hair.

"Harry Portico, and Ron Westle, you two are going on my 'people to kill' list!" she shrieked. "I can't believe you did this! And none of it is washing out!"

"Better fly," James said, and they all flew into the air.

"Don't worry!" Harry called down. "It will come out in a couple of hours!"

"Hours? Hours? That's too long! Get it out right NOW!"

"Oops. I meant days," Harry whispered, pointing his wand down at her and muttering a spell. Everyone in the air laughed, even Hermione. James released the snitch that was in his pocket and Sirius threw the Quaffle out. They weren't using Bludgers because it was too dangerous, especially since they might not have been able to get them back in the box.

"Let's play!" Remus yelled and they began.

"Get down here!" Lily yelled. They pretended to not have heard her and she screamed in frustration. "Fine! But you'll get it later!" With that she stomped off, conjuring a hat and putting it on.

"Harry, are you sure you'll be able to see in the dark?" James asked, smirking.

"I think I can manage, especially since you're playing in the dark as well."

"Ah, but you forgot, or maybe don't know, that I'm the best seeker Hogwarts has had in a century." Harry smiled, thinking about how, since he got his Quidditch skills from his father, it should be an interesting match.

"Maybe you don't know that I was the youngest player in a century. I got on the team in my first year," he said. 'Too much info, too much info!' he thought.

"That's awesome! You must be really good," James said.

"Thanks, I'm sure you are too. Anyway, it's not too dark out here; we should be able to see the snitch."

"Harry! Stop yakking and look for the snitch!" Ron yelled from the goals.

"Sorry! What's the score?"

"Thirty to zero! I told you Hermione was good!" Ron said. Hermione blushed, but no one saw it because it was dark. Unfortunately, Remus took that opportunity to shoot the Quaffle through the left hoop.

"Yes!" Sirius cried, punching his fist through the air and nearly fell off his broom. Everyone laughed and continued playing. After another half hour, Harry was getting impatient. His team was winning by ten points; the score was fifty to forty. A crescent moon had come out, and was illuminating the pitch. It was 8:00 by then and the curfew for fourth years was 9:00. They would still get in trouble if they were caught though, because they weren't supposed to use the Quidditch balls without asking, or adult supervision.

"Ugh, where is that stupid snitch?" James grumbled, flying above Harry. They both looked up at the moon and saw it. There, right above the goal posts, the little golden ball was hovering. They both sped off towards it, and James pulled ahead. He stretched out his hand and was about to grab the ball, when it flew just out of his reach. He tried again and the snitch sped off to the other side of the field. Harry turned his broom and raced after the golden object, having a slight head start.

"Come on, just turn around and come in my direction," he said under his breath. James was now a little ahead of his friend and gaining on the snitch. Harry caught up to his future father and tried to go faster. James kept blocking his way though. 'He really is good,' Harry thought.

By that time everyone was watching the two eagerly, waiting to see who would catch the golden ball. Harry knew he had no chance of catching the snitch in his position, so he dived suddenly. James dived after him, thinking he had seen the snitch again (it had disappeared earlier) but Harry had other plans. As soon as James was catching up to his look alike, Harry pulled out of the dive and sped after the snitch, which he had seen on his way down. The game was over two seconds later. Everybody cheered or booed playfully.

"We won! We won!" Ron was yelling, over and over again. Hermione sighed.

"Yes Ron, we know."

"That was awesome," James said flying over to Harry.

"Thanks," said Harry.

"Where'd you learn to fly like that?" In the moonlight he could see Harry suddenly look sad.

"I got my flying skills from my dad."

"Wow, he must be really great."

"Yeah, he was. Or so I heard," the green eyed boy said. James suddenly felt really bad.

"W-was?" he asked.

"He was murdered when I was one, along with my mom," Harry told him. It felt weird to talk about his father's death with him.

"Oh, I'm so sorry for bringing it up."

"No, it's ok."

"Well, we should go inside then." Harry nodded, and they both flew down to land, and headed back to the castle with the others.