I re-found all my old notebooks after losing them again. I've been re-reading what I have written so far of this story, and while it still seems kinda cute to me, none of the characters seem to be acting their ages. Oh well. I'm not going to change anything; I'll just continue typing out what I have written. I was only thirteen and a freshman in high school when I started writing it out in the notebooks, which may explain the writing style.

This is me disclaiming everything.

"The door! The door to other times. Come on, I want to show you." Ginny reached for Ron's hand to drag him off to the corridor.

Ron shook his hand free. "We cant, we'll be late for class."

"Oh please! It'll only take a second." She turned to Harry, "If you're late to class, I'll take the blame. Flitwick will believe anything I tell him! Oh, please, please, please!"

"What harm could it do?" Harry asked, shrugging his shoulder in relent.

"If Harry's going, I'm going." Ron said.

"Well, I don't want to be responsible for explaining why you two aren't in class. I guess I'm coming too." Hermione added.

"Where is it?" asked Ron.

Ginny led them back to the spot where she had first brought them, only this time a golden door with a silver handle had appeared in the middle of the wall. Ginny turned around triumphantly.

"See? There it is!"

His curiosity getting the better of him, Harry walked up to the door nd turned the handle. At first glance the corridor didn't seem very long, but there were more doors, each labeled with a number, crammed into the narrow passage than any one would have been able to count. He stepped in, closely followed by Hermione, Ginny and Ron.

"This is amazing Ginny!" Ron said, looking around in awe. Hermione and Harry nodded their agreement.

"But you haven't even seen the best part yet. Hermione, choose a door." Ginny motioned towards the doors eagerly. Hermione walked down the corridor to a door marked with a silver 28 emblazoned on it. With a glance at her friends behind her, Hermione opened the door and stepped through, closely followed by the rest of the group.

Upon stepping across the threshold, it felt like stepping into a mirror image of the room they just left.

"Where are we now Ginny?" asked Ron, looking around.

"Twenty-eight years in the past." She answered matter-of-factly. "Come on, lets go explore." The foursome headed back through the silver and gold door into the familiar hallway of Hogwarts.

"Are you sure we're in the past, Ginny?" asked Hermione, "I mean it doesn't look any differ . . ." She stopped mid-sentence when a rather chubby boy whom she had never seen before scrambled down the hall, not even sparing them a glance, as if he were trying to get away from something.

"Going somewhere, Peter?" The new speaker was a rather familiar looking boy clutching a book bag with holes in the bottom. The Peter boy turned around and cowered. "You little rat. How many times do I have to tell you not to copy my homework? Any of us would help you if you asked, but now you've totally destroyed my new bag. Now you owe me another one." The angry boy turned to leave when he noticed the four unfamiliar faces staring at him. "Who are you?" He demanded. Peter escaped off down the hall in his friends distraction. Harry, Ron, Ginny, and Hermione just stared back at him silently. "Are you deaf, who are you?"

"Uh, uh, uh," Hermione thought quickly. "We're new." Real smooth.

"Really? Dumbledore didn't say anything about new students. You don't look like first years. What year are you? What houses are you in? What are your names?" The boy stopped abruptly. "Sorry, I didn't mean to be rude. I'm Sirius, fifth year Gryffindor."

"Sirius!" Harry repeated in disbelief.

"Yes, Siriusly. Do you have a problem with my name?" Sirius demanded.

"N-n-no. I'm Harry." Hermione cut him short.

"And I'm his friend Harmony; this is Roy and his sister Jenna." Hermione motioned towards Ron and Ginny.

"No, you're Hermio . . ." Harry was confused.

"Whatever do you mean, Larry?" Hermione said, emphasizing the Larry. "I'm sorry, Sirius, I think you may have scared Larry a bit."

"I thought you said your name was Harry?" Sirius said, turning to Harry.

"No, I'm pretty sure I said Larry." Harry said, catching onto the name disguises.

Sirius nodded. "So, have you been sorted?"

"We're all in Gryffindor."

"Awesome, that's where I am! I'll introduce you to my friends."

And so Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny followed Sirius to the Gryffindor tower. Sirius let them in with the password, "Don't forget me," and led them to a boy studying on the couch who looked remarkably like Harry.

"Hey James! Look what the dog dragged in. These are new students, Larry, Roy, Jenna, and Harmony. They are in Gryffindor with us." Sirius pointed them out in turn. "The boy in the hall was Peter. I'm afraid you wont be able to meet Remus, he's away this week."

"That's right," Hermione said absentmindedly. "There is a full moon tomorrow night." Realizing what she said, Hermione clapped her hands over her mouth.

James and Sirius looked at each other and then at Hermione in shock.

"What do you know of emus and the moon?" James asked quietly.

Ron stuttered a bit, and then thought up a cover story for Hermione. "Harmony was the top divination student at our old school. Her inner eye is always telling her stuff."

Hermione quickly played off Ron's ironic white lie. "Yes, my inner eye plagues me often with information and premonitions I would rather not have. I know all about Remus Lupin and the Whomping Willow. And I know more than that, James "Prongs" Potter and Sirius "Padfoot" Black."

"Wow, James! She knows our last names and our maurading names! I never told them those." Sirius looked at James in disbelief. "Hey, since you already know, do you want to come with us tomorrow tonight?"

Harry desperately wanted to, but there was only one problem. Hermione voiced it:

"We'd love to, but none of us are animagi, registered or otherwise."

"We could teach you." James said, excitedly. "So long as you don't tell anyone our secret. It would be neat to have a larger group." Harry nodded eagerly.

"Meet us in the hall on the third floor with the picture of Cadogan tonight at 11:30. We'll start your training then. Shoot, James, look at the time! Don't forget, 11:30." Sirius and James scrambled out of the common room to God knew where to do God knew what.

"Charms!" Hermione exclaimed, remembering the class they were skipping. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny sprinted through the halls back through the Corridor of Time to there own time.

Just as Harry, Ron, and Hermione rounded the corner to the charms classroom, they ran right into Professor McGonagall.

"Where in the world have you three been? Professor Dumbledore has all the teachers out looking for you. It's nearly time for dinner! We were worried sick when you missed three classes. I'm taking you directly to the Headmasters office. Professor Merit is waiting there with your sister, Ron." McGonagall marched them into Dumbledore's office where Ginny was sitting scrunched in a chair between Merit and the headmaster.

"Come in!" said Dumbledore "Minerva, Tilly, please leave us." McGonagall and Merit left silently. "Now, Ms. Weasley has informed me that you've been to see Harry's father." They all looked at the ground and shuffled their feet. "She has volunteered to take all the blame for your absence, but I don't see it fit to punish anyone for visiting friends or family. I only ask that you don't skip any future classes when time-traveling. Lets keep this our little secret, shall we?" Dumbledore winked and dismissed them.

"Wow," Ron said as they walked towards the Great Hall for dinner. "I though we were going to really get it."

"We should have been suspended for cutting so many classes. It's nothing to be proud of Ron." Hermione said. Ron stopped smiling.

"Way to go Rom!" cheered Fred as they neared the table. "You're my kind of prefect. Skipping three classes on the second day of school. Way to go bro!" Ron started smiling again.

And there it is. The next chapter. Hooray for procrastination.