Disclaimer: -sighs- I don't own Harry Potter…check out what my other disclaimers said, they will tell you the same thing, just in different words.

Author Notes: A Highlander, if you don't know, is a Scottish dude who lives in the Highlands of Scotland and they are usually big people…really tall and broad…no nasties intended…Oh yeah! Someone asked me if Remus, Sirius, and Harry are gay. Well, one of them is most definitely straight and the other two are bi. I think you could probably guess. Also, this is not one of my favorite chapters, so just bare with it…I just wanted to get to the next one, so this one was just boredom but needed to happen to get to the chapter I really wanted…I hope that makes sense…

Time Slip

Chapter Six

Table Talk and Slumber Fights

The dinning room was huge. Light blue walls were trimmed in gold. Paintings, portraits, and pictures lined the walls making the room seem even homier. When you entered, on the left side was a dresser full of fancy table wear and on the right side was a door leading to the kitchen. On the opposite side of the entered door was a huge fireplace that could fit a tall Highlander standing up and about three of them wide. In the middle of the room was a long dark colored wood table with three seats on the long side and two big seats on the ends.

Harry gazed around the room as he was slightly dragged into the room by his father. Everyone went into the room and sat down at a chair, except for Mr. and Mrs. Potter who went into the kitchen door to get dinner. James and Harry sat down with there backs to the door and Peter, Sirius, and Remus sat down opposite of them. They all seemed to be thinking, probably seeing what they could ask Harry without getting the timeline screwed up, when James turned to Harry and smiled. "So…do you play Quidditch?" Everyone else in the room seemed to groan at James mentioning it and he glared at them. "Oh, shut up! It's a very logically question, since he IS my son."

"I hope he isn't as obsessed as you…" Sirius muttered under his breath.

James looked about ready to kill him, when Harry answered, "I play Seeker."

James' angered expression turned to one of pure bliss. "FUCK YA! My son is a Seeker!"

Harry backed away slightly and debated whether he should tell him that he is…was the captain. He was so lost in thought that he didn't notice that all of the Marauders were yelling at each other until he heard a voice boom so loud that it silenced the room. Everyone's gaze turned to Mr. Potter, who was coming out of the kitchen with his wife and dinner floating behind them.

"What the BLOODY hell is all this yelling about?" Michael asked as he and Karen set the table.

Sirius glared at James then said, "He wouldn't shut up about bloody Quidditch."

James glared right about. "I seem to remember YOU were just as obsessed until you got kicked off the team…" The room went deadly quiet and James glare disappeared. "Oh Siri…I'm sorry." He seemed genuinely sorry.

Sirius glared then sighed and sat back down. "It's alright…" The room was quiet while the married couple finished setting up the table and sat down at either end of the table.

Karen smiled sweetly, with the dresser behind her, and looked at Harry. "So, apparently you play Quidditch in your time?'

Harry nodded. "I am also the captain."

James eyes lit up and he looked about ready to go on another rant, but Karen interrupted him. "That is positively wonderful! You must be one heck of a good player." Harry shrugged. "So, what do you want to be when you grow up?" she asked as she took some mashed potatoes. (They were eating steak, mash potatoes, corn, green beans, and other such stuff).

"I want to be an Auror." Harry replied.

Everyone was looking at him in interest. "Really?" Michael said. "You know I am an Auror and James here wants to be one too."

"Awesome." He turned to Karen. "What do you do?"

Karen smiled brightly. "I am a Healer."

"Are you a Gryffindor?" Peter asked.

Harry wanted to smack him, but he held his temper. "Yes."

"Are all the teachers the same?" Remus asked seriously.

He had to think about what he was going to say and how much. He decided to say this, "Well, McGonagall, Flitwick, Binns, and Sprout are still there. The DADA teacher has changed each year and the potion teacher is a royal pain in the arse. Oh, Trelawney is a mental teacher who teachers Divination."

"Who is the potion teacher?" Sirius asked between a mouth full of potatoes.

Remus glared at him. "Don't talk with your mouth full." Sirius glared right back and stuck out his tongue, which was still full of food. "Ewww…that's just nasty Padfoot…"

"Ummm…" he wondered if he should say Snape…well Snape WAS the teacher for the first five years. "I really don't know if I could tell any of you…well, maybe Remus, Karen, and Michael…"

James, Sirius and Peter looked at him, very hurtfully. "Oh…you're mean…can't even tell your own Pops."

"It's not like if could be Snivellus." Sirius said with a snicker. When Harry didn't answer, Sirius looked at him in horror. "You can't mean that pathetic prat became a teacher at Hogwarts…Dumbledore must be nuts…"

"Slightly." Was all Harry replied with. "And yes he is…was the potion teacher. He is…was the Head of House for Slytherin's."

"You keep saying 'was'. What happened to him?" Karen asked.

Harry opened his mouth to reply, but Sirius got his comment in first. "I bet he got kicked off…dumb ass…"

'If only that was true…' Harry thought sadly. 'Maybe I should let them think that…' he looked at everyone, and they were all in a totally different conversation now, eating and laughing. 'Yes…I will let them think that…'

"So," someone said, shaking Harry out of his thoughts. Karen was talking. "We need to go shopping tomorrow to get you some clothes and such. You still have your wand right?" Harry nodded. "So, we have to get you a broom, clothes, robes, books, and anything else we can think of."

Harry nodded and suddenly felt sad. He was happy that he was here, but he was now missing everyone in the future…Ron, Hermione, all the Weasley's, Hedwig, his broom, and other things…but nothing could compete with this. He loved his friends, but…he just needs this.

For the rest of dinner, they just talked and laughed…like a real family…

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After the Potter couple cleared off the table, they showed him where everything was, then they said their goodnights to the boys and Michael told them to behave as he headed up the stairs.

Karen kissed them all on the forehead in turn and smiled. "Sweet dreams lovelies. Don't go and blow the house up." She headed up the stairs with her husband, who was already half way up. She turned around. "James, will you let him borrow some of your pajamas tonight?" James nodded and Karen nodded back and headed up the stairs.

When the adults were gone, Sirius squealed and jumped up. "YAY! Now we can get the REAL party started!"

Remus sighed as the all headed toward a huge living room. "No drugs, alcohol, or anything remotely disgusting."

Sirius pouted and looked like he was going to comment, but James spoke up. "I agree with him…for once."

Sirius looked shocked and he grabbed his chest and staggered backwards. "Who are you? What have you done with my Prongs!"

James glared at him and hugged Harry around the shoulders. "I have a son now, so I must be a good example to him." Everyone in the room looked at him like he was nuts. "What! It's true! Now that I am a father, I am supposed to be this way!"

"But I am seventeen." Harry said.

James glared at him. "I don't care! You are still my baby boy!" He hugged Harry tighter and then smiled. "I will go get you some PJ's. You three behave with him now…if he is remotely scarred when I come back, your hides will be mine…" he said the last bit with a growl as he headed out the door. Everyone looked at him as he disappeared then turned their gazes to Harry.

"You…you got him behaving!" Peter said, sounding astonished.

Remus patted the astonished Harry on the shoulder. "I've been trying to get him to behave for practically seven years and you waltz in here and get him to be in less then three hours. You are my savior."

When Harry looked at Sirius, he saw that he looked annoyed. Remus glared at Sirius. "Don't be mad at Harry. It's not his fault he is James son."

Sirius huffed and looked even annoyed. Something seem to shatter in Harry's chest when Sirius looked so pissily at him. Sirius looked him in the eyes and he sighed. "Harry babe, I am not annoyed with you. I am annoyed at James. He is becoming more mature in a few hours then I have ever seen him. So, it's not your fault." Sirius hugged Harry and kissed him on the forehead. "I think you got me being more mature too…" he whispered in Harry's ear. He seemed content being hugged by Sirius, but apparently someone else didn't because he heard a mutter and Sirius went flying with a yelp.

Harry watched wide eyed as Sirius got up, whipped his wand out and growl at James, who was glaring at Sirius. "What the bloody fuck was that for!" Sirius roared.

James wrinkled his nose at him. "No need for yelling Mister." James turned to Harry and held out a pile of clothes. "I didn't know what kind of pajamas up liked, so I brought a few. You got first pick." Harry took the pile of clothes. Peter and Remus could be heard snickering in the background.

Sirius growled and stomped up to James. "I said, what the bloody FUCK was that for Potter?"

James glared at him. "Did I not say earlier that you had to keep touching my son to a minimum?"

Sirius glared at James. "And didn't I say that I would touch him as much as I like?" And with that said he wrapped his arms around Harry's waist and leaned his chin on his left shoulder.

James looked about ready to do murder. He stepped up closer to them, but that didn't stop Sirius from teasing James. Sirius slowly leaned more on Harry. He gave James an evil look and a smirk and slowly licked Harry's cheek. Harry looked positively shocked and so did James.

"You did not just do that…" James asked in an astonished voice.

Sirius smirked. "I think I just did…" and he bit Harry's neck lightly. There was a roar and James tackled Sirius, some how managing not to take Harry down with them.

The two rolled around on the floor and Harry just looked at them in shock. Remus came up beside him and patted him on the shoulder. "It's alright mate. They both are slightly mental."

Harry turned his gaze away from the two fighting boys and looked into Remus' amber gaze. "But he is my Godfather in the future…I didn't think James would be this possessive or for that matter, at ALL possessive."

Remus sighed and looked at the fighting boys. "His mind is slightly out of whack and takes years to understand it. But I think I can conclude that he is just slightly…" Harry gave him an evil look. "Okay, a lot more then slightly possessive of you because he feels guilty for not being with you in your future. Also, when he dubs something his, no one can really touch it without permission. But, since I am touching you and he seems not to concern, I can also conclude that it is only towards Sirius that this possessiveness of you is too."

"And why is this Oh Wise One?"

Remus glared at him. "You act a lot like him, but I think because…well, James knows Sirius well and apparently there is something going on that is upsetting him."

Harry growled in frustration. "What is it?"

Remus smiled an all knowing smile. "You will probably find out. You may want to go get change and wash your face. I suppose you know about the animgus stuff…" Harry nodded. "Well, then you know that Sirius is a mutt and you know what mutts do." Harry looked more then slightly disgusted. Remus laughed. "Just go."

Harry sighed as he grabbed a pair of red and gold boxers and a loose white t-shirt and went out of the room into the bathroom.

About five minutes later, he came back and everyone else seemed to have gotten changed too. Sirius was wearing black boxer and that was it…his muscular chest was shown to the world. He had a black eye and seemed to be moping on the couch.

James, on the other hand, was wearing long light blue pants with clouds and moving snitches and a white muscle shirt. His lip was busted, his glasses more crooked then usual, and he seemed to be glaring daggers at Remus from his seat in the opposite couch. Remus was wearing a maroon long pants and long shirt and Peter was wearing the same style, just in green.

Remus smiled at Harry as he entered. "I think we are going to bed now, since this two have settled down." Harry nodded and yawned. He suddenly realized how tired he was.

James smiled at Harry, got off the couch, and turned the couch into a queen sized bed. "We can sleep here. They all can find places to sleep."

"You're so kind." Peter said sarcastically as he laid down on the floor onto a bed like thing.

"I know, aren't I?" James said brightly and Sirius gave a snort. He rolled over on his couch and covered up with a blanket.

"If you want to believe that." Remus said with a yawn as he climbed into a comfy looking chair. Harry climbed in next to James.

"'Night." Sirius muttered.

"Good night." Everyone else replied in different ways. Harry smiled as he laid his head down and fell asleep almost instantly…

Author Note: YAY! I AM DONE! By the way, I don't know if I will be getting any new chapters in until like a couple weeks…I am working and I will be too tired or whatever to type, so you might not get anymore between like 1-3 weeks or whatever. Sorry! Also, if you don't know why Sirius got kicked off, I will put it in later but if I forget by the time I am done the story, just tell me and I will say why…