A/n: Sorry it's been so long. This is an extremely complicated story, but I am doing my best. Thanks to all who have reviewed so far. I really appreciate it. Keep reading and reviewing! 17 days left till Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince!
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to the wonderful, J.K Rowling.
Chapter Five: The Time of the Marauders
"Harry?" Ginny whispered, leaning against the wall to catch her breath. "What do you mean 'Gone back in time'?"
"I-I don't really know myself. But that was Sirius and Lupin! I know it!" Harry said, trying to piece together all that had happened. "Come on, we need to see Dumbledore."
Harry and Ginny had already made it to the stone gargoyle before Harry realized he didn't know the password. He smacked himself in the head, frustrated. He began naming off sweets to the gargoyle, earning an odd look from Ginny.
"Fizzing Whizbees?" Nothing. " Droobles Best Blowing Gum?" Nothing. "Pepper Imps?" Nothing. "Ice Mice?" exclaimed Harry. The Gargoyle suddenly began to move, making way for the spiral staircase that lead upwards to Dumbledore's study. Harry grinned at Ginny.
"I wont ask," she mumbled. Harry grabbed her hand and they both began to run up the staircase. When they reached the top, Harry knocked rapidly on the door.
"Mr. Potter, Miss Evans, how can I help you?" asked Dumbledore, swinging open the door. Harry and Ginny gaped. Dumbledore, of course, didn't look too different, but he certainly looked younger and as though he had more energy. Ginny recovered first, shaking her head slightly.
"Erm, could we talk to you, Professor?" she asked, straightening her back. Dumbledore raised an eyebrow, but welcomed them inside. As soon as they were seated, Harry and Ginny in two comfortable armchairs in front of his desk, Harry began to talk.
"Professor Dumbledore, something strange has happened," Harry began. Dumbledore held up a hand, a soft smile on his lips.
"Mr. Potter, I understand," Dumbledore said, reminding Harry of just how all-knowing Dumbledore always seemed.
"No, I'm not Mr. Potter. Well, not the one you're thinking of, sir. My name is-" Harry was cut off by Dumbledore once more.
"Harry. Yes, I know. You see, Professor Maline informed me off your arrival."
"Professor Maline?" Ginny asked, looking even more confused than before.
"Yes, my dear Miss Weasley. Professor Maline is the divination teacher and not quite the old bat some people would imagine. She truly has the gift of Sight. It is she who Saw your arrival."
"Well then, can you, erm, transport us back?" Harry asked, for lack of better word. His first quidditch match was next Saturday!
"Harry, some things are meant to be. When the time is right for you to return to your time, you will," Dumbledore said vaguely. "Meanwhile, you two are going to have to blend in."
"Huh?" Ginny asked, rubbing her temples. All that had gone on was giving her a headache.
"For one, James and Lily aren't too happy at each other at the moment," Dumbledore said, studying them critically," as Mr. Potter pulled off quite the prank yesterday. Also, Lily doesn't have freckles." Ginny gasped as something icy spread over her skin. In a moment, every last one of her freckles had vanished. "And James certainly does not have a lightning-bolt shaped scar." Harry lifted his hand as his scar melted away, like ice on a hot day.
"My s-scar!" Harry gasped in shock, gaping at Dumbledore. Dumbledore gave him an understanding look.
"Erm, this next transformation might hurt," Dumbledore said, tugging absentmindedly on his silver beard. Harry and Ginny exchanged nervous glances. "This is a spell that will change the color and shape of your eyes slightly to match that of James and Lily."
"How much will it hurt?" Ginny asked, looking confused, but not scared. Dumbledore gave her a sad smile.
"I do not know for certain, Miss Weasley," he replied," as I have never had the spell performed upon myself."
Harry reached towards Ginny and grasped her hand in his before turning to Dumbledore and nodding. They were ready.
Dumbledore pointed his wand first at Harry and mumbled and incantation Ginny didn't quite understand. She watched amazed as Harry's once emerald green eyes became slightly more oval shaped and a sparkling hazel. Tears sprung to his eyes and he bit his lip, trying to fight the pain.
Ginny was next. Dumbledore muttered the same spell and pointed his wand at Ginny. Her eyes changed to the shape of almonds and Harry watched through bleary, tear-filled eyes as the chocolate brown color melted to give way to glittering emerald green. It was unexplainably odd to watch his own eyes replace those of Ginny's.
That must be what my mum looked like, Harry thought, noticing how Ginny's eyes teared up as well as she felt the burning sensation. His eyes became teary again, though not for the reason of pain.
"I am sorry for that," Dumbledore said apologetically," but if I hadn't done it, you two mightn't have passed as Lily and James."
"Thank you, sir," Harry said," But when do you think we will be able to go back?"
"As soon as I figure out exactly what happened and how to counteract it," Dumbledore replied, now standing behind his desk and shuffling through some parchment. He handed them each a roll and began to explain. "Here are Lily and James' schedules. Lily is a prefect, but do not worry, it explains everything in the letter. James is chaser for the Gryffindor house team and captain, but I do not think that will be a tough feat for you, Harry. I must also tell you two, Lily and James do not always get along. They are growing slowly closer, but be sure to have some nice arguments and pranks along the way, alright?"
"Yes sir!" Ginny said, grinning devilishly as Harry. He gulped.
"Now then, if you ever have any questions, be sure to come back and ask them," Dumbledore told them. He smiled. "Do not worry, everything will turn out in the end."
"Thanks professor," Ginny said as she and Harry left through the tall door. Dumbledore waved and the door shut behind them.
"Well, this is sure to be an adventure," Ginny said, smiling at Harry. Harry smiled back. It was strange to be taking his father's place, but it sure would give him more insight to his father's life. His mother's life. Yes, it was going to be an adventure.
A/N: Ok, I know it's short, but I am just getting started. I hope you like it and if you do, review. Even if you don't like it, still review. Just no flames please. Well, until next time, bye.