I got up and followed James and Peter to their dorm.  I had to figure out which bed was mine.  It would make others suspicious if I were to ask which one was mine.  Lucky for me, I've got Percy and Bill's genes.  I just prefer to use my brains for pranks.

            James and Peter immediately got on their beds and started going through their trunks.  Another boy was also in the room on one of the beds.  That left two empty beds—giving me a 50/50 chance of sitting down on the correct bed.  I chose the one next to James figuring that Sirius would probably have the bed next to his best friend.

            The bed next to Peter had a calendar above it with one day circled in red.  I got up to get a closer look and saw that the date of the full moon was circled.  That could mean only one thing—Professor Lupin was a marauder!  It's no wonder Snape didn't like him.

            "Wake up, sleepyhead!" a distant voice called the next morning.

            "Go away, George!" I grumbled.

            I felt a hand shake me and I sat straight up in the bed. "You must've been tired," Peter commented.

            "Yeah," I agreed as I made my way to the Great Hall.

            I just hope the potions teacher of 1975 is much nicer than Snape. "So James are you going to stay here over Christmas?" Remus asked after we sat down.

            "Unfortunately no.  Mum's having a get together with her friend Molly and I get babysitting duty with Bill, Charlie, and maybe Percy.  Mum's not sure if I can handle a one-year-old along with Bill and Charlie," James explained.

            "That sounds like fun," I said.

            I had no idea that mum was good friends with the Potters or that she let Harry's dad baby-sit my older brother's.  James' babysitting experience probably made him a good dad.

            "Peter?" Remus asked.

            "I have some family stuff to do," Peter replied sounding nervous.

            Poor Remus.  It looks like he'll be spending Christmas by himself at Hogwarts. "Man, I hate Mondays!" James complained breaking the awkward silence.

            "Why?" I asked.

            I had never figured that Harry's father would complain about the day of the week. "Look at today's schedule," replied James as he slid his schedule over to me. "It contains History of Magic first thing in the morning!"

            "I see what you mean," I told him.

            I was hoping that Binn's wouldn't be so boring or he would be human at least but no such luck.

            After arriving in Binn's classroom, James pulled out his wand.  I grinned.  This class could definitely use some marauder pranks to liven it up a bit. "What ARE you doing?" screeched a redheaded girl as she walked over to James.

            "Just makin' myself comfy.  Might as well get an extra hour of sleep in style while I'm here," James told her as he showed her the red pillow.

            The girl shook her head in disdain and then kicked his leg. "Ow!  Lily, I have feeling too you know!" James griped as he rubbed his leg.

            I looked closely at Lily.  This was the future Lily Potter?  I hadn't imagined that Lily and James fought when they were younger.  Then again, I hadn't really imagined what Harry's parents were like.  One thing was for sure; she was definitely Harry's mum.

            "Sure doesn't seem like it," Lily told James.

            Lily then walked towards her seat after muttering, "I have such an immature boyfriend!"

            "What is her problem?" James asked us.

            "You," Remus told him.

            "Yeah, well, just because I'm head boy doesn't mean I have to listen to Binns and actually take notes.  This is our last year after all and I want to enjoy it!" James stated.

            Imagine if Percy was the one to say that.  I think mum would likely have a heart attack.  The rest of our family would have a party with cake and everything.  We would be celebrating the fact that Percy was no longer a stick in the mud.  It's really too bad that Percy isn't a little more like James.  I think our family would be so much happier.

            "Good morning, class," Binns greeted in his usual dull voice as he floated into the classroom.

            "Morning," the whole class droned.

            "Today we will learn about a wizard who lived in the 13th century," Binns began.

            "Boy that sounds exciting!" I muttered.

            "Tell me about it," James whispered back.

            James put his pillow on the desk and laid his head on it. "He shoulda been sacked a good 20 years ago," he told me.

            "I can't argue with that, mate," I replied.

            "The only reason he's still here is 'cause Dumbledore's too lazy to find a new teacher and you can't fire a ghost professor," Remus commented.