A/N: Thank you all of my reviewers! You guys are great!
As you all know, I don't own Sirius (or anyone else)... for now. *mischievous smirk* and now for the main course!
* ~UPDATED, MAJOR CHANGES NEEDED FOR CHAPTER 5 ~ *
Chapter 3: The Beginnings of Mr. Thewler and Miss Snicket
"James, what's our next move that will end us up our beloved detention list?"
Pause. "You know what, Padfoot? I don't think we have any."
"For the time being," Sirius added impishly.
James and Sirius were walking down a deserted corridor. The next moment a loud crack sounded at the end of the hall. Two human figures just appeared about twenty feet above the ground. James and Sirius looked at each other before they ran down the corridor to catch the two falling figures.
James got to the boy first. He was extremely light even though he looked like a sixth year. Once James set the boy down, he took a step back in utter disbelief. There, in front of the Marauder, was a boy who could pass as his twin: same height, same bony yet quite fit structure, and same untidy jet black hair.
Sirius, on the other hand, had caught someone totally different. In his muscular arms was an attractive yet booky-looking girl around the age of sixteen. He grinned at the tighter uniform and the shorter skirt she wore. Sirius made sure she was conscious before he stood her up.
"Are you okay?" Sirius asked in a concerned tone.
The girl, Hermione, put her hand on her head, feeling a bit faint. "What? Oh, fine... Where are we?" She had not yet looked up at the boy who had caught her.
"Hogwarts, the finest wizarding school there is," he said proudly.
"Hogwarts?!" she cried out. Her head shot up to meet a familiar pair of chocolate brown eyes. "SIRIUS!" she shrieked. She threw her arms around him.
"I see my reputation precedes me." He threw an arrogant smirk at James, who had finally ripped his eyes away from Harry to roll his eyes at Sirius.
Hermione took at step back and stared at Sirius in complete disbelief.
"What?" Sirius asked indignantly.
Hermione just shook her head. "Never you mind." She turned to Harry. "Ha—er, you." Harry raised his eyebrows but let her continue. "We need to see Dumbledore. Ooo this is awful."
They nodded and started to walk down the corridor.
"Wait up!" Sirius said. He trotted up behind Harry and Hermione with James walking up behind him. "How do you two know Dumbledore?"
Harry and Hermione looked at each other. Harry decided to take a leaf out of Fred and George's book. "Ask us no questions and we'll tell you no lies."
"Well, can you at least tell me your names?" Sirius pushed.
"What were you two doing so close to Dumbledore's office anyways?" Hermione asked, trying to delay Sirius' question as long as possible.
"We were just talking with him," James said.
"About some prank we pulled," Sirius completed.
"I don't understand why everyone's upset."
"Some students look better with horns on their head."
"Just shut up and give me the password," Hermione snapped once they reached the familiar phoenix statue.
"Whatever you say, milady," Sirius purred. "Sugar quills," he said loudly.
"Thanks, we'll be back," Hermione said. She and Harry silently walked into Dumbledore's office, leaving behind a slightly confused, but mostly interested Marauders.
Inside, they waited outside the main door to the Headmaster's office.
"Harry, you seem quiet," Hermione said gently.
Harry had to think of how to respond. "How else am I supposed to feel?" he asked in the same faint tone. "I just met my dead father and godfather. I'm apparently in the same time as the Marauders... and my mother."
"It's going to be all right, Harry," Hermione said soothingly. "We'll get through this together." She entwined her fingers with his before knocking on the Headmaster's door.
"Come in."
Harry and Hermione entered through the grand doors to look at an equally grand room. In the back was a slightly younger Dumbledore sitting at his desk.
"Can I help you?" he asked politely.
"Er... I don't know how to say this, Professor," Harry started. He took a deep breath. "But we're from the future."
Dumbledore raised his eyebrows, but other than that, looked quite placid at this fact.
"See, my name is—"
"No," Dumbledore said urgently. "Don't tell me anything of the future. One name can disturb your entire life. No, no... oh dear." He continued to gaze at the opposite wall pensively. He looked up sharply. "How did you get here?"
"By using a Life-Alter," Hermione said promptly.
"Adequately named, that item is," Dumbledore said mostly to himself. "May I see it?"
Harry nodded numbly and walked over to the headmaster. He pulled out of his pocket the dark magic item.
"Thank you, m' boy." For the first time, Dumbledore looked straight into Harry's face. "You look extraordinarily like a student of mine here. Related perhaps?"
Harry shrugged. "Perhaps."
"Good," Dumbledore said with a twinkle in his eye. "That's exactly what you need to do. Do not give any hints of the future." He then spoke to both time-travelers. "I am sorry, but your Life-Alter has diminished. It is an ancient artifact and was a little rusty when you used it, probably."
"Is there any means of getting back to our time?" Hermione asked feebly, dreading the answer.
"I'm afraid there isn't," Dumbledore said, sounding completely sincere.
"Well, what about a Time-Turner?" Hermione suggested. Harry perked up until Dumbledore shook his head.
"I am afraid that Time-Turners are only meant for a short time travel. And by your appearance, you don't seem under ten years in the future."
Harry and Hermione looked quite downhearted. "So how will we get back?" Harry asked after a long, strenuous pause.
"You can always use another Life-Alter, though they are extremely rare."
"What's the shortest possible wait?" Hermione asked.
Dumbledore's eyes lost their twinkle for a moment. "It takes usually seven to ten months."
"So what happens now?" Harry asked.
"You are always welcome at Hogwarts," Dumbledore said kindly. "I assume you are sixth years?" Both nodded. "Well, we can either have the Sorting Hat sort you again, or you can be placed in your original houses."
"If we may, Professor," Harry said, "we would like to stay in our old house: Gryffindor."
Dumbledore nodded slowly. "Now I cannot have you giving your real names to everyone because, if I may say," he stared straight at Harry, "you know someone from this time, don't you?"
Harry nodded. "Quite a few, actually."
"And am I guessing that one of them is James Potter?"
"Yes."
"So how about you are James' second cousin once removed on his father's side?"
Harry stared at Dumbledore.
"Better to make it more distant," Dumbledore explained simply. "Now, what's your first name?"
"Harry."
Dumbledore paused. "How about Harry Thewler?" Dumbledore turned to Hermione once finding confirmation in Harry's eyes. "And you?"
"Hermione."
"Hermione Snicket perhaps?"
"Hermione Snicket," Hermione repeated. "I like it."
"You two are both lucky because both the girls and boys dormitories didn't get filled up to its full capacity a couple of years ago, so you can move right in. I will allow you two to take a trip to Hogsmeade to go shopping this weekend for items."
"Er, Professor," Harry spoke up, "What about money?"
"It's on me, Harry," Dumbledore said sweetly. "I look forward to seeing you two throughout the year. And for anyone who is prying, tell them you came from Durmstrang. I daresay you two will be slightly ahead of everyone else. We always learn more over the years," he added thoughtfully. "All right, off you trot!"
"Thanks, Professor."
"Yes, thank you."
Harry and Hermione turned and walked through the gigantic doors with a smile on their faces.
"So, Snicket," Harry said jokingly.
"Yes, Thewler?" Hermione answered back.
"I just can't believe it! I'm finally going to be able to talk to my parents," Harry said excitedly.
"I'm just worried of what our friends in our time will be thinking," Hermione said fearfully. The pushed the doors open together.
"There you are!" Sirius came running up to the new students.
"You waited for us?" Hermione asked.
"Of course we did," Sirius said, sounding hurt. "We never got your names, if you remember."
"Ah, but we didn't get yours either," Hermione said back to him smartly.
"You never asked."
"But isn't it a polite thing to introduce yourself?"
"So are you saying that you were impolite too?"
During this whole time James and Harry were eyeing each other quite thoroughly in puzzlement. Suddenly they cried out to the bickering two, "Stop it!" They looked at each other oddly again.
"Sorry," Hermione said apologetically to Sirius. "I'm Hermione Snicket. This is my friend Harry Thewler."
"Sirius Black at your service," Sirius said, taking a swift bow. "And this is—"
"James Potter is my name." James paused. "Thewler... isn't that some distant relative of mine?" he asked Harry.
"Yeah, er, I'm your second cousin once removed on your father's side I think," Harry said in one breath.
"So that's why you two look so alike," Sirius said. "It's almost an uncannily resemblance," he added thoughtfully. He motioned everyone to start walking, which they did. "So, what's with the entrance? A bit over- dramatic, don't you think?"
"What? Oh, a spell went wrong," Hermione explained coolly.
"Now, James and I know every person in this school," Sirius said. "And your face is one I wouldn't forget so easily." Hermione blushed. "Where are you from?" he asked.
"We are from Durnstrang," Hermione answered as if she had rehearsed it. "But we transferred over to here. Let's just say it was a bit too dark over there."
"And now which House are you two in?" James asked.
"Gryffindor," Harry answered.
"Brilliant," Sirius said enthusiastically. "Do you know your way around Hogwarts yet?"
"Better than you'd think," Harry mumbled.
"What was that?" Sirius asked politely.
"We took a tour here over the summer," Hermione said quickly, shooting a glare at Harry. "And we stayed here a few nights, so we definitely know our way around."
"Back to the Gryffindor common room, then?" James asked.
"Are your things already up there?" Sirius asked as they climbed the staircase.
"Er..." Harry stumbled.
"Our luggage was stolen," Hermione finished quickly.
"But we're going shopping tomorrow," Harry said.
James and Sirius nodded understandingly.
"Oy Lily!" James yelled out abruptly to a girl walking down a corridor to the left. The red head halted and turned around with a pained expression.
"What do you want, Potter?" she spat. Her green eyes were burning from what looked like hatred.
"Now now, Evans, no need for that," James said sarcastically. "I just wanted to introduce our two new students. Meet Harry Thewler and Hermione Snicket." He stepped aside to reveal Harry and Hermione.
Lily grew softer, towards Hermione anyways. "Nice to meet you two. I suppose your in our year?"
"Yes, we are," Harry said.
Realization just struck Hermione. "Merlin's beard, your Lily Pot—I mean Evans, aren't you?" she said in disbelief.
Lily blushed. "Yes, I am."
But Hermione turned to Harry for confirmation. He nodded slowly. "Yes, she is, Herm." That just made Hermione even more confused. From what she had heard, not to mention read, James and Lily were happily married. But now they looked as if they didn't get along... at all.
"Well," Sirius said, clapping his hands to en the awkward moment. "Let's go back to the common room. I know someone has some chocolate frogs they would love to share with their friend," he said to James, winking.
They all agreed and continued walking. Hermione and Lily dove into a deep conversation about classes while James and Harry were talking about Quidditch. Sirius just chuckled at both groups and led them up the stairs.
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A/N: So, ya like? I'm trying to have this story be a bit different from all the other time traveling ones so... yeah. I'm also trying to make James and Sirius act like a cooler version of Fred and George, since most people compare the set of twins to the two Marauders.
Next chapter: Y'all get to meet Remus and Snivellus! Peter too, but he can go to... a fiery place underground where the devil reigns, so I don't really care about him. But he will be in there (unfortunately). But I must ask your opinion, should I show what Ron, Ginny, Remus, pretty much the people form the future, are thinking and saying? In other words, should I be switching timelines during a chapter? Tell me in your reviews please!
As you all know, I don't own Sirius (or anyone else)... for now. *mischievous smirk* and now for the main course!
* ~UPDATED, MAJOR CHANGES NEEDED FOR CHAPTER 5 ~ *
Chapter 3: The Beginnings of Mr. Thewler and Miss Snicket
"James, what's our next move that will end us up our beloved detention list?"
Pause. "You know what, Padfoot? I don't think we have any."
"For the time being," Sirius added impishly.
James and Sirius were walking down a deserted corridor. The next moment a loud crack sounded at the end of the hall. Two human figures just appeared about twenty feet above the ground. James and Sirius looked at each other before they ran down the corridor to catch the two falling figures.
James got to the boy first. He was extremely light even though he looked like a sixth year. Once James set the boy down, he took a step back in utter disbelief. There, in front of the Marauder, was a boy who could pass as his twin: same height, same bony yet quite fit structure, and same untidy jet black hair.
Sirius, on the other hand, had caught someone totally different. In his muscular arms was an attractive yet booky-looking girl around the age of sixteen. He grinned at the tighter uniform and the shorter skirt she wore. Sirius made sure she was conscious before he stood her up.
"Are you okay?" Sirius asked in a concerned tone.
The girl, Hermione, put her hand on her head, feeling a bit faint. "What? Oh, fine... Where are we?" She had not yet looked up at the boy who had caught her.
"Hogwarts, the finest wizarding school there is," he said proudly.
"Hogwarts?!" she cried out. Her head shot up to meet a familiar pair of chocolate brown eyes. "SIRIUS!" she shrieked. She threw her arms around him.
"I see my reputation precedes me." He threw an arrogant smirk at James, who had finally ripped his eyes away from Harry to roll his eyes at Sirius.
Hermione took at step back and stared at Sirius in complete disbelief.
"What?" Sirius asked indignantly.
Hermione just shook her head. "Never you mind." She turned to Harry. "Ha—er, you." Harry raised his eyebrows but let her continue. "We need to see Dumbledore. Ooo this is awful."
They nodded and started to walk down the corridor.
"Wait up!" Sirius said. He trotted up behind Harry and Hermione with James walking up behind him. "How do you two know Dumbledore?"
Harry and Hermione looked at each other. Harry decided to take a leaf out of Fred and George's book. "Ask us no questions and we'll tell you no lies."
"Well, can you at least tell me your names?" Sirius pushed.
"What were you two doing so close to Dumbledore's office anyways?" Hermione asked, trying to delay Sirius' question as long as possible.
"We were just talking with him," James said.
"About some prank we pulled," Sirius completed.
"I don't understand why everyone's upset."
"Some students look better with horns on their head."
"Just shut up and give me the password," Hermione snapped once they reached the familiar phoenix statue.
"Whatever you say, milady," Sirius purred. "Sugar quills," he said loudly.
"Thanks, we'll be back," Hermione said. She and Harry silently walked into Dumbledore's office, leaving behind a slightly confused, but mostly interested Marauders.
Inside, they waited outside the main door to the Headmaster's office.
"Harry, you seem quiet," Hermione said gently.
Harry had to think of how to respond. "How else am I supposed to feel?" he asked in the same faint tone. "I just met my dead father and godfather. I'm apparently in the same time as the Marauders... and my mother."
"It's going to be all right, Harry," Hermione said soothingly. "We'll get through this together." She entwined her fingers with his before knocking on the Headmaster's door.
"Come in."
Harry and Hermione entered through the grand doors to look at an equally grand room. In the back was a slightly younger Dumbledore sitting at his desk.
"Can I help you?" he asked politely.
"Er... I don't know how to say this, Professor," Harry started. He took a deep breath. "But we're from the future."
Dumbledore raised his eyebrows, but other than that, looked quite placid at this fact.
"See, my name is—"
"No," Dumbledore said urgently. "Don't tell me anything of the future. One name can disturb your entire life. No, no... oh dear." He continued to gaze at the opposite wall pensively. He looked up sharply. "How did you get here?"
"By using a Life-Alter," Hermione said promptly.
"Adequately named, that item is," Dumbledore said mostly to himself. "May I see it?"
Harry nodded numbly and walked over to the headmaster. He pulled out of his pocket the dark magic item.
"Thank you, m' boy." For the first time, Dumbledore looked straight into Harry's face. "You look extraordinarily like a student of mine here. Related perhaps?"
Harry shrugged. "Perhaps."
"Good," Dumbledore said with a twinkle in his eye. "That's exactly what you need to do. Do not give any hints of the future." He then spoke to both time-travelers. "I am sorry, but your Life-Alter has diminished. It is an ancient artifact and was a little rusty when you used it, probably."
"Is there any means of getting back to our time?" Hermione asked feebly, dreading the answer.
"I'm afraid there isn't," Dumbledore said, sounding completely sincere.
"Well, what about a Time-Turner?" Hermione suggested. Harry perked up until Dumbledore shook his head.
"I am afraid that Time-Turners are only meant for a short time travel. And by your appearance, you don't seem under ten years in the future."
Harry and Hermione looked quite downhearted. "So how will we get back?" Harry asked after a long, strenuous pause.
"You can always use another Life-Alter, though they are extremely rare."
"What's the shortest possible wait?" Hermione asked.
Dumbledore's eyes lost their twinkle for a moment. "It takes usually seven to ten months."
"So what happens now?" Harry asked.
"You are always welcome at Hogwarts," Dumbledore said kindly. "I assume you are sixth years?" Both nodded. "Well, we can either have the Sorting Hat sort you again, or you can be placed in your original houses."
"If we may, Professor," Harry said, "we would like to stay in our old house: Gryffindor."
Dumbledore nodded slowly. "Now I cannot have you giving your real names to everyone because, if I may say," he stared straight at Harry, "you know someone from this time, don't you?"
Harry nodded. "Quite a few, actually."
"And am I guessing that one of them is James Potter?"
"Yes."
"So how about you are James' second cousin once removed on his father's side?"
Harry stared at Dumbledore.
"Better to make it more distant," Dumbledore explained simply. "Now, what's your first name?"
"Harry."
Dumbledore paused. "How about Harry Thewler?" Dumbledore turned to Hermione once finding confirmation in Harry's eyes. "And you?"
"Hermione."
"Hermione Snicket perhaps?"
"Hermione Snicket," Hermione repeated. "I like it."
"You two are both lucky because both the girls and boys dormitories didn't get filled up to its full capacity a couple of years ago, so you can move right in. I will allow you two to take a trip to Hogsmeade to go shopping this weekend for items."
"Er, Professor," Harry spoke up, "What about money?"
"It's on me, Harry," Dumbledore said sweetly. "I look forward to seeing you two throughout the year. And for anyone who is prying, tell them you came from Durmstrang. I daresay you two will be slightly ahead of everyone else. We always learn more over the years," he added thoughtfully. "All right, off you trot!"
"Thanks, Professor."
"Yes, thank you."
Harry and Hermione turned and walked through the gigantic doors with a smile on their faces.
"So, Snicket," Harry said jokingly.
"Yes, Thewler?" Hermione answered back.
"I just can't believe it! I'm finally going to be able to talk to my parents," Harry said excitedly.
"I'm just worried of what our friends in our time will be thinking," Hermione said fearfully. The pushed the doors open together.
"There you are!" Sirius came running up to the new students.
"You waited for us?" Hermione asked.
"Of course we did," Sirius said, sounding hurt. "We never got your names, if you remember."
"Ah, but we didn't get yours either," Hermione said back to him smartly.
"You never asked."
"But isn't it a polite thing to introduce yourself?"
"So are you saying that you were impolite too?"
During this whole time James and Harry were eyeing each other quite thoroughly in puzzlement. Suddenly they cried out to the bickering two, "Stop it!" They looked at each other oddly again.
"Sorry," Hermione said apologetically to Sirius. "I'm Hermione Snicket. This is my friend Harry Thewler."
"Sirius Black at your service," Sirius said, taking a swift bow. "And this is—"
"James Potter is my name." James paused. "Thewler... isn't that some distant relative of mine?" he asked Harry.
"Yeah, er, I'm your second cousin once removed on your father's side I think," Harry said in one breath.
"So that's why you two look so alike," Sirius said. "It's almost an uncannily resemblance," he added thoughtfully. He motioned everyone to start walking, which they did. "So, what's with the entrance? A bit over- dramatic, don't you think?"
"What? Oh, a spell went wrong," Hermione explained coolly.
"Now, James and I know every person in this school," Sirius said. "And your face is one I wouldn't forget so easily." Hermione blushed. "Where are you from?" he asked.
"We are from Durnstrang," Hermione answered as if she had rehearsed it. "But we transferred over to here. Let's just say it was a bit too dark over there."
"And now which House are you two in?" James asked.
"Gryffindor," Harry answered.
"Brilliant," Sirius said enthusiastically. "Do you know your way around Hogwarts yet?"
"Better than you'd think," Harry mumbled.
"What was that?" Sirius asked politely.
"We took a tour here over the summer," Hermione said quickly, shooting a glare at Harry. "And we stayed here a few nights, so we definitely know our way around."
"Back to the Gryffindor common room, then?" James asked.
"Are your things already up there?" Sirius asked as they climbed the staircase.
"Er..." Harry stumbled.
"Our luggage was stolen," Hermione finished quickly.
"But we're going shopping tomorrow," Harry said.
James and Sirius nodded understandingly.
"Oy Lily!" James yelled out abruptly to a girl walking down a corridor to the left. The red head halted and turned around with a pained expression.
"What do you want, Potter?" she spat. Her green eyes were burning from what looked like hatred.
"Now now, Evans, no need for that," James said sarcastically. "I just wanted to introduce our two new students. Meet Harry Thewler and Hermione Snicket." He stepped aside to reveal Harry and Hermione.
Lily grew softer, towards Hermione anyways. "Nice to meet you two. I suppose your in our year?"
"Yes, we are," Harry said.
Realization just struck Hermione. "Merlin's beard, your Lily Pot—I mean Evans, aren't you?" she said in disbelief.
Lily blushed. "Yes, I am."
But Hermione turned to Harry for confirmation. He nodded slowly. "Yes, she is, Herm." That just made Hermione even more confused. From what she had heard, not to mention read, James and Lily were happily married. But now they looked as if they didn't get along... at all.
"Well," Sirius said, clapping his hands to en the awkward moment. "Let's go back to the common room. I know someone has some chocolate frogs they would love to share with their friend," he said to James, winking.
They all agreed and continued walking. Hermione and Lily dove into a deep conversation about classes while James and Harry were talking about Quidditch. Sirius just chuckled at both groups and led them up the stairs.
*~~~~~~~~~~~~~*
A/N: So, ya like? I'm trying to have this story be a bit different from all the other time traveling ones so... yeah. I'm also trying to make James and Sirius act like a cooler version of Fred and George, since most people compare the set of twins to the two Marauders.
Next chapter: Y'all get to meet Remus and Snivellus! Peter too, but he can go to... a fiery place underground where the devil reigns, so I don't really care about him. But he will be in there (unfortunately). But I must ask your opinion, should I show what Ron, Ginny, Remus, pretty much the people form the future, are thinking and saying? In other words, should I be switching timelines during a chapter? Tell me in your reviews please!