A/N: Sorry about the delay before this update, I can only present as evidence 1A the fact that I'm in the middle of a week and a half of exams right now :-( So, restrain your wrath if you can and please please please don't kill me, lol.

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Chapter Three – 1975!

After their unexpected confrontation with the Maruaders, Fred and George returned to the Room of Requirement, which now contained two beds for them to sleep on, a wide selection of mischief making materials and a calendar on one wall. Hoping that it would answer at least one question, Fred went over to the calendar, which had a picture of a different dragon for each month. This month's picture was a large and very angry Welsh Green.

'It's still the 25th of October.' He said, looking at the calender. 'I don't get it, it's like we're in the past, but the date's the same.'

'Look at the year on the cover.' Suggested George, who was lying on his bed and staring at the ceiling, his mind scheming hard for some way of getting back at the Marauders. Fred flipped the calendar over and whistled.

'1975! No wonder people look different. That's like the Dark Ages or something, they haven't even heard of the Wyrd Sisters yet!'

'The Wyrd Sisters are probably still at school.' George pointed out. 'They might even be here now.'

'D'ya think I could get an autograph?' Fred mused, sitting down on his own bed. The twins sat in silence for a moment, then;

'I've just thought of something: that boy answered when we shouted Potter at him, but not when we said Harry. This is the past, right?'

'You don't think he's Harry's dad?' George said, sitting up suddenly. 'Harry's dad was a Marauder? That lucky little git…'

'I wonder who those boys with him were, what their real names are I mean.'

'I think we need to get some better information on our enemy. James Potter was… is in Gryffindor, right?' Fred said. George nodded.

'We need to get into Gryffindor Tower and do some snooping about.' suggested Fred.

'You can do that; I'll go to the kitchens. We've got to eat something today or we'll shrivel away. I just hope the House elves are as generous now as they are back in the future!'

The twins split up, Fred towards Gryffindor Tower and George towards the painting that was the secret door to the Hogwarts kitchens. Luckily enough the uniform had not changed, so they blended in well as ordinary students. Fred managed to get the password from a nervous-looking first year by pretending to have forgotten it.

He arrived at the portrait of the Fat Lady, gave the password ('Venomous Tentacular!) and sneaked up the boys' staircase until he reached a door with the name James Potter among the list on the door. Letting himself in, he began a lightning fast but thorough search for information. Also, unable to resist the temptation, he left a small surprise for the returning Marauders in their room as he searched.

George headed down through the castle until he reached a seemingly unused corridor containing nothing but a picture of a bowl of fruit. He reached out and tickled the large pear in the centre of the painting. It giggled and squirmed for a moment before turning into a doorknob.

Entering the kitchen, George was only half surprised to find that absolutely nothing had changed from the Hogwarts he knew to the Hogwarts of the past.

'What can Dusty do for young Sir?' squeaked a tiny House Elf, appearing instantly in front of him.

'My brother and I missed lunch, do you have any food we could have?'

'Of course Sir! If Sir will wait one moment?' the Elf dashed away, returning moments later with an armful of buttered bread, cold ham, cheese, apples and several fat cream cakes, as well as a large bottle of pumpkin juice.

'Thanks umm… Dusty.' George muttered, taking the food. The little House Elf looked thrilled that he had remembered her name.

'We is always happy to help here.' She squeaked.

George had just stepped back outside the painting when two boys walked down the corridor towards him. He recognised one of them as the little fat boy, Wormtail,who had been with James Potter. He did not recognise the other boy, who had shaggy, sandy brown hair and looked thin and pale, but he guessed he was the missing fourth Marauder; Moony.

He stepped aside to allow them to pass through the painting into the kitchens. Moony and Wormtail just looked at him as though he was covered in manure as they stepped past him. Evidently Potter had already badmouthed the twins to all his friends. Rattled, George juggled his cargo about until he could reach his wand. He hesitated for a moment, thinking of the best hex to use, then pointed through the closing painting at the boys and muttered;

'Aravegeo Aguamenti.' Before running as fast as he could down the corridor. Behind him he heard chaos erupt as every liquid substance in the kitchen rose up and drenched the two boys in an assortment of water, hot soup, tea, kitchen slops and a thousand other water-based concoctions. The angry yells of his targets echoed down the halls after him and George giggled manically all the way back to the Room of Requirement.

Later that day, having finally cleared most of the debris out of their clothes, Moony and Wormtail traipsed back to their dorm with the other two Marauders, intending to change before doing homework or Quidditch practice. The moment the door swung shut behind the still fuming group Fred's little surprise came into play.

Every drawer and trunk in the room burst open, showering belongings across the dorm. The boys dived to the floor to avoid having their brains knocked out by airborne books. The last pieces of parchment fluttered down and they raised their heads, thinking the assault was over, but Fred wasn't done yet. Showers of purple and orange streamers fell from the ceiling to add to the mess all over the floor, sticking to everything they touched, and large, glowing letters, orange to match the streamers, appeared in the air. James struggled to his feet, trying to pick the sticky streamers off his robes. He saw the writing and read it aloud, disbelievingly;

'We told you this was war. Your move, Marauders.'

A/N: So it begins! Please review and tell me what you think. Ooh man the Marauders are pissed off! What do you think they're going to do to the twins? See you next time peeps!