Disclosure: I am only playing with the Harry potter characters. I do not own them. (coughstupid disclosurecough)

A/n: Aren't you proud of me? I've edited three chapters and I'm still going strong. I'm proud of me. Of course, if I had done them properly in the first place I wouldn't have to do this. Oh well, on with the story!

"Right you are James, we'll be to busy singing the Hallelujah chorus." Once again, the marauders started laughing while James grumbled under his breath.

Chapter thrice or third

'This is so weird' Harry thought as he looked at his young father and his friends. "I never thought I would be able to meet my parents, not that this counts as meeting them. They wont even know I'm their son.' Harry sighed at his thoughts.

"What are you thinking about, Porter?" a voice next to Harry asked. Harry glanced to his left to see Minerva McGonagall starring at him. "You seem lost in thought." Harry smiled at his former Professor.

"I'm just thinking about my home. There was a bit of a crises going on and I had to leave without saying anything. I know that my friends are going to be very worried and mad at me when I return. I'm also worried about their safety, these are dangerous times."

"That they are Porter." She said grimly. She seemed lost in thought for a moment, but then turned to Harry with a smile and said, "I am sure they will be fine as long as they keep their noses clean. On a lighter subject, are you nervous about your first class? It will be with the Gryffindor seventh years. While that group has the most well behaved students, it also contains the schools four biggest troublemakers. They love testing out a new teacher, so watch yourself." Despite her words, Harry could tell that she was very fond of the troublemakers by her tone of voice.

"I'm not worried. Back home we have twin troublemakers. In their last year at the local school, they managed to fill a whole floor with a swamp they had invented. They opened a joke shop about three years ago." Harry smiled fondly at the memory of Umbridge's outrage.(Scarily enough, I have an aunt just like Umbridge. Sadly, I am not exaggeration.)

"Well then you shouldn't have anything to worry about Porter. You should do fine." Harry barley heard what McGonagall had said. He smiled at her and turned his thoughts back to his friends.

Thinking about Fred and George reminded Harry of what he would have to face when he went back home. A pack of angry Weasleys. The thought of what the youngest Weasley might do to him particularly scared him. The voice of Professor McGonagall broke through his thoughts once again.

"Good luck with your first lesson tomorrow. Goodnight." With that Professor McGonagall walked out of the hall. Harry had been so lost in thought; he hadn't noticed that the feast had ended.

'Well, tomorrow is going to be a big day so I'd better go to bed.' Harry thought as he made his way down from the teachers' table.

A/n: That's it for now folks. Next chapter will be Harry's first lesson. Check out my other story 'stuck with the marauders' when you get a chance. Now would you be kind and push the blue button at the bottom of the page. Please (puppy dog eyes)

Luv Kt

P.S. Hurricane, you are mean, but I love you any ways. (Hehe) You can't hit me cause I'm not near you.