Sorry I haven't updated in, like, forever, my bad. :(

"Right." Came James' voice, he didn't sound very convinced.

Harry almost started hyperventilating; there was no doubt in his mind anymore, that was definitely his fathers' voice. Which lead to only one possible solution that would explain Ron and Hermiones' lies. Time travel.


"So where are you from?" enquired Remus.

Harry noticed the pause as his two friends struggled to come up with an answer; he decided this was the best time to introduce himself.

"We were home-schooled" announced Harry.

The curtain surrounding his bed were pulled open immediately, revealing a 17 year old Sirius Black, his bright grey eyes studying Harry curiously.

Harry was getting a little uncomfortable with the attention. More so because he was restraining himself from leaping out of bed to hug his late Godfather.

"Hello" said Sirius, "I'm Sirius Black, and this sandy haired guy is my mate Remus Lupin," as he said this he indicated to a pale teenager perched on the end of Rons bed. He looked slightly sickly and Harry found himself wondering when the next full moon was. He smiled at Remus who grinned back.

"And this chap over here, who looks like your carbon copy is James Potter."

Harry looked at where Sirius was indicating and barely managed to hold back a gasp, many people had told Harry how much he looked like James, but he had never realised how alike they truly were. The only differences were Harry's scar, their eyes colour and their builds. Harry was still on the scrawny side, though he had secretly been using Dudley's weights in the Dursleys' basement every time his 'family' were out. He now had nicely formed muscles that, unbeknownst to him, were noticed by the entire female population back, well forward, in his time. They had especially caught the attention of a young fiery redhead. Anyway…

James grinned at him, "How come you were home-schooled?" he asked.

"Cause we lived too far away from Hogwarts to attend but our parents still wanted us to learn magic so they took it in turns teaching us various things."

Harry was shocked, maybe Ron was a helluva lot smarted than they gave him credit for, but then again he can't have shared a house with the twins for all those years without learning how to tell a decent cover story.

"Yeah but they knew we need to pass our NEWTS if we wanted to get decent jobs in the wizarding world so they decided to send us here for two years. However due to the distance…" Ron snorted at this, while Hermione sent him a death glare, "we can only go home during the summer holidays." Finished Harry.

"So how did we get to the hospital wing?" asked Hermione, trying to change the subject until they could work out ther entire cover story.

"Well..." began Remus.


Flashback

Remus left the hall and rushed off to find Dumbledore, he reached the stone gargoyle panting for breath. Luckily he knew the password due to the marauders frequent visits to the headmasters office.

"Sherbet Lemons" gasped out Remus.

The passageway opened and Remus sprinted up the stairs, he pounded furiously on Dumbledore's door.

A very amused and curious Dumbledore opened the door, "May I help you Mr Lupin? Please don't tell me you're in trouble again," he tried to sound stern, but his eyes were twinkling merrily.

"No sir," Remus breathlessly told the headmaster what happened.

Immediately Dumbledore's smile vanished. He swept passed Remus and headed towards the Great hall with Remus struggling to keep up.

When Dumbledore reached the hall he walked swiftly towards the bodies. James and Sirius told him what happened while they continued to gaze at the 3 teenagers on the floor.

Dumbledore looked puzzled, this worried the boys greatly as he always seemed to know everything. Their feelings increased when they heard Dumbledore gasp at the sight of the James look-alike.

Remus, who had only just arrived, looked at the unconscious boy in shock. His head swivelling back and for the between James and the boy on the floor.

"Remus!" James snapped, "Stop it, you're making me nervous!"

"Sorry," Remus stopped immediately, though he continued to stare at the unconscious boy.

"Mr Black, run along to the hospital wing and inform Madame Pomfrey that she is about to receive three unconscious patients." Ordered Dumbledore.

Sirius nodded and ran off.

Dumbledore waved his wand while muttering an incantation, with a small 'pop', 3 stretchers appeared. The aged mage floated the 3 student onto the stretchers and directed them towards the hospital wing with Remus and James jogging behind to keep up.


End Flashback

"I am totally gonna kill the dumbass that messed up our portkey" growled Ron so convincingly that his friends wondered if they needed to remind him that they didn't use a portkey. However it succeeded in stopping the marauders from asking about their unconscious state when they arrived.

The marauders looked a tad alarmed at his tone, however being the marauders they just shrugged it off, for the time being.

"Well," said Sirius, trying to end the uncomfortable silence, "we have some questions for you," Ron squirmed uncomfortably under his gaze, looking slightly panicked.

"How did you know my name? Why did you think I was dead? Who did you think James was when you realised he weren't Harry?" Sirius asked curiously.

James and Remus stared at the Ron, they had been wondering that themselves.

"Um…you look like a friend of mine who died recently, I was shocked the James wasn't Harry and just passed out," answered Ron looked tense.

Sirius didn't look convinced, "that still doesn't explain how you knew my name."

This time Ron looked utterly terrified, then a huge grin crossed his face, he dug his hand in his pocket and pulled out a small sweet, he turned to a bemused Harry who gained a mischievous glint in his eye upon seeing the sweet.

Ron turned back to Sirius, who hadn't appeared to notice anything unusual and said, "Oh, well there's a simple explanation for that." Ron paused, he popped the sweet in his mouth and started chewing.

"Yes...?" Sirius was looking at him expectantly, as were the other marauders.

"Right, well you see…" Ron stopped, and as though hit over the head with an invisible mallet (quote from 5th book) he slumped back into bed unconscious for the third time that day.

Hermione looked panicked, "Someone get Madame Pomfrey, now!" She screeched.

Remus leapt up and rushed off to find the nurse while James and Sirius tried to wake Ron up. Harry sat there shaking with mirth, trying to hold back his laughter. Pomfrey came running into the infirmary and, after shooing the marauders out the door, proceeded to check up on Ron. She looked puzzled as she scanned him with her wand, "well he appears fine, other than the fact he is unconscious, however I believe he will wake up in his own time." She spun to her other two patients, after decided that they were alright she left the infirmary to head back to bed.

As soon as the door swung shut behind her Harry let out the laughter he had been holding, his joyful laughter brought Hermione out of her concerned stupor. She gazed at him in disbelief, "Why are you laughing? What's so funny? Why won't Ron wake up?" she screeched at him.

However her reaction only sent him into peals of laughter, at this point he was crying with mirth, he managed to gasp out between laughs, "F…fainting…ha ha fancies." With that said he erupted into near hysteria from laughing so hard.