Authors Note: Well it has certainly been a longer then average waiting period for an update this time. There have been four contributive factors to this. Firstly, I was given a week to read ten Sherlock Holmes', a sociology report from Dr. Money (who, by the way was incredibly unethical in my opinion), write out an explanation of imperfetto in Italian, and draft a mock business plan. Secondly, I had to write chapter two of Abandon Ship. Thirdly, I could not decide what to do with this chapter because the cliff-hanger was there since I had not decided who was going to arrive (I hope you like my decision). And fourthly, only two people reviewed this story so I was sulking. I'm a teenager. What were you honestly expecting? We teens require constant acknowledgement of our greatness (see, I can make up words). So anyways… the chapter is here now. If you wish for this to take precedence over my other commitments you'll need to show me some lovin' peoples! So… I'm thinking, how about one review from everyone who has ever read this story even if they hit the back button after chapter one. That isn't too much to ask is it? Black-Nyx is still my god. Vellouette is up there among my favorite people as well because Vellouette reviewed both my stories (this one twice). Ah, that about sums it up I think. Oh! I still need prank ideas. Just give me any you've attempted or had done to you, or just thought of. I'm seriously low on ideas. Especially since I've used my pie thing in Abandon Ship now and that would have taken up a large chunk of a chapter. Damn. I really should have thought that one through.

Review Replies

Vellouette- Wow, that was a long review. Thank-you for the prank ideas, they were awesome and cracked me up which made my sister hit me because she was doing something important (I'm not quite sure what). I'm sure you will spot where your ideas show up in this chapter and following ones. The guys sound lik real jerks by the way. They deserved what they got but I'm glad they appologized to you. Unless you want a play by play of my opinions on all you three did, this is all I have to write.

Black-Nyx- My geography isn't that good. I'll have to find a map sometime soon. Waaaah! I've forgotten how to spell! Thats terribly tragic. If I get a chance I'll go through and put the capitals in the right spots but at the moment it'as to tedious a chore for me. (sniggers) Yeah I liked starting the chapter with that. People have done that as the last word of their chapters in other stories and it always annoyed me that I couldn't fiind out the details strait away. The detention will probably be in about chapter 10 or 11. I got the interpretive dance idea from my psychology professor who, after loosing the attention of our higher level class while explaining to the beginners who'd been shoved into our group, regained it by doing an interpretive dance to the word complexity. I'm sorry I caused problems for you with your cousin. Actually, I'm not sorry. I found it hilarious. I know I'm mean. DON'T HATE ME! I'll be good, no more cliff-hangers for several chapters (although, now I think about it, this one could be interpretted as a semi-cliffie). Yeah that's it for this reply. Now there is a chapter.

Parseltongue or just the normal reason for italics (accentuation)

Disclaimer: Still don't own the characters. Neither does my cat. Neither does the cyber cookie fairy. Neither does the gay Casanova. Neither does the Grammar Gorilla. Neither do Pinkie or the Brain. Neither do the Questies (you know who you are).

Chapter 8 (whoot)

10th October 1977

As they got there, they could see a figure rising to its feet amidst a cloud of smoke. Seeing the audience it had gathered, the figure waved.

"Howdy. Ah, I'm looking for a kid about... er, this high, with black hair and green eyes. Ah, he's very excitable and tends to hold a grudge. Have you seen him?"

It is incredibly disconcerting to be standing in slightly charred clothing, holding a large bag you are fairly certain contains explosives, surrounded by junior versions of people you know fairly well, including yourself, with all of them staring at you with a collective 'stunned mullet' look.

"BILL!" Harry screamed out running over to the man. Once he reached him, he stopped in front of him, bouncing on the spot, his arms making small rotations, similar to those Draco had made earlier that day before he took flight. This in itself prompted some nervous glances from those around him, several of whom moved forward to be able to grab hold of an ankle if by some chance he did take off.

"Bill, how are you? Did you miss me? Weren't you still in Egypt? Oh, I guess because of our unusual method, Dumbledore must have called you back. Am I right? Junior you is here by the way, but I guess you knew that already. How did you get here? How are you getting back? Are we going? Please say no 'cause we've got this neat prank war thingy going and if we leave now that's like surrendering and Remus will never let me hear the end of it." Bill moved to cut Harry off as the boy sucked in a much needed lungful of air.

"Hi Harry. I'm good. Not yet, you've only been gone two days. Yes. That's about how it happened. Yes again. Of course I bloody knew that. Time turner with a retriever spell on it. The retriever spell I just mentioned. No, it only works on the person who used it to get here. Turns out you're in luck. By the way, do you realize how much trouble you're going to be in when you get back?" Bill questioned. His tone seemed slightly more intrigued then angry.

Harry sighed. It was truly amazing, how quickly this kid could have a mood-swing. And Bill was fairly certain he wasn't even PMSing.

"Yeah. McGonagall is going to slaughter me when I get back. I figure I'll just carry catnip on me for the next thirty years and I'll be okay though." Harry suddenly brightened up entirely. Again, mood-swings "Hey Bill, do you remember your old nickname?"

"Argh! Harry, I thought I'd finally recovered from that. Do you realize the trauma you are causing me? This is going to cost a fortune in therapy."

"What's wrong with the Billster?" inquired a petulant voice and Harry and Bill turned to see the slightly pouting face of the younger Bill Weasley.

The elder Bill turned and hid his face on the shoulder of the slightly shorter boy before him.

"Save me Harry. I'll be your slave."

"Liar."

"Well, I'll put a good word in with Professor Lupin?"

"That's good enough for me. Why won't you call him Remus anyway?"

"I just can't. By the way, Professor Lupin is actually pretty much with you on this whole prank war thing. He says the marauders all needed their heads deflated during this time period and you'd probably be the best one to do that."

"Moony, how could you? You are sacrificing the marauders honor. You have forgotten your routes. You've gone against your true calling. You are siding with the enemy."

"I- I don't know Prongs. I mean, I've disagreed with some of your actions in the past, but… I can't see this happening. I don't- I don't know what can have happened."

Sirius sighed.

"I'm sorry Moony but that's just not good enough. I'm afraid your membership will have to be revoked."

"Nooooooooooo!" Remus collapsed on the floor sobbing dramatically. Even sensible lycanthropes can have a 'silly moment' every now and then. Imagine how boring life would be without one.

"Awww, look at him. Can't we just keep him guys?" Peter implored of his fellows.

"Oh fine. But make sure you look after him Wormtail. Teach him well. Moony you're back in." James said.

"YAY!" Remus said jumping up.

"O…kay then. Harry, this is a special gift bag from Fred and George. They heard about your war and said they couldn't let you take on the marauders in their own territory without some kind of plan." Bill said without taking his eyes off of his future co-explorer whom he'd always identified as a sensible man. Maybe this Lupin was fond of red cordial. That would probably explain a lot.

"Hey Bill," Ginny said "Just how mad are Mum and Dad with me?" She seemed fairly cautious.

"Their upset, but they appear to be divulging most of the blame to Harry extraordinary ability to create the stupidest of schemes. Well, to be fair, some of Fred and George's early ones were worse."

"You can say that again. Remember their self polishing broom device when they were nine?"

Both Weasleys shuddered at the memory.

"Okay, I've only got a few more minutes before this thing takes me back. The visits will go for longer as we get better at this. Fist can I see the tablet?"

Pansy pulled it out of her pocket as she approached. She held it out to the man expecting him to wish to examine it but he simply photographed it with this nifty little device that fitted over the end of his finger.

"Thanks Miss Parkinson."

"Pansy."

"Alright then Pansy. Hey Malfoy, get over here, I have messages." Bill yelled out and the blond jogged closer.

"Okay, the twins have this cool new voice thingy that I want to try out so bear with me." Bill cleared his throat. "First message: HARRY POTTER!" Future peoples and past peoples alike were startled to hear Mrs. Weasley's voice coming from Bills mouth.

"Now that's just scary man." The Billster murmured, for we all know that boarding school is specifically parent free.

"What are you playing at young man, dragging my daughter and those two Slytherins back in time? And then, you start a prank war. A prank war! Do you realize how dangerous that is? You fix this right now and get yourselves back home!

Oh and Harry, please remember to wear your sweater when your playing Quidditch. You'll catch your death up there on that broom stick."

There was an astonished and slightly awed silence when Bill was silent. Although he had not brought across the volume, it was clear where Ginny had learnt to yell. The woman sounded like a psychotic rooster.

"Second message: Heya guys. Um, Bill said that this is a word for word message so, ah Colin Creevey here, just so you know." The four time travelers groaned. "Yeah, this is for Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley. We have all your stuff because we didn't trust Ron Weasley and the other girl. Whatshername, Homogenize or something. 'We' as in me and Dennis and Natalie McDonald. She's in Dennis' year. Oh, Ginny, Dennis is wondering if he can keep one of your undergarments as a souvenir. I said you'd say no but he insisted I asked."

"Alright that's not on. Tell him definite no and see if you can get the next visitor to bring all our trunks will you Bill? I don't wand to think about what they could be doing." Ginny shuddered and followed her older sibling's previous idea of hiding her face on Harry's shoulder. Sort of like the magical version of burying ones head in the sand and pretending that all the nasty stuff like underwear snitching and global warming just wasn't happening, not very effective, and ultimately unproductive.

"Third message: Fellow Pranksters!"

"Wow, he can even get two voices at once."

"This is just to let you know to be really careful when opening the bag. There are instructions on each of the items you wouldn't recognize in there so that this way, we wouldn't have to say them over the Bill system where your opposition could hear them."

"Damn" Sirius murmured.

"We gave you all the basics, plus some optional extras, and we found all four broom sticks. We also chucked in all of Harry's profits as an investor since we figured you needed the dough. Bye for now peoples."

The voices cut out for a moment before George came back on.

"Oh and Harry, I'm on the list of visitors for later when the time possible to spend is estimated to be over three hours, possibly as much a twenty four."

"Sweet!" the brunette smirked before punching the air, just to be dramatic.

"Alright, I think I'm leaving any second so, ah, be careful, Remus has next visit and will be here for half an hour. Bye guys!" Bill said.

"Bye."

"Ciao."

"Good bye Mister Billster sir."

Bill scowled at his sister and Harry, and then started towards them, but he vanished just before he reached them.

"Well that was fun."

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"Remy, you need to use your super moony powers again."

"Damnit Prongs, I don't have super moony powers! And if I did, they would not be the sort that could hear through an indeterminate number of stone walls to wherever their secret lair is located."

"…"

"James? Are you okay?"

"What use are super moony powers if they can't hear through walls?"

"Oh for crying out loud Prongs the guy said he doesn't have moony powers." Lily yelled

"Super moony powers Evans." Sirius interrupted. Lily elbowed him in the ribs. Naturally he fell off his chair.

"Stop calling me Evans." She snapped at the group as a whole, completely ignoring the groaning Sirius who was pulling himself up by using her chair leg."

"Ah, okay… Lily." Peter said shyly, then winced when she pinned him with a death glare "Not Lily then? So what do you want to be called?"

"I want a marauder name."

"What?" James cried, outraged. He still hadn't quite forgiven her for blaming him for Harry earlier. "You can't have a marauder, you don't have the characteristics."

"Agreed." Sirius said, finally yanking himself up, tipping Lily's chair as he stood. She promptly toppled off, landing in a heap on the ground eliciting a yelp.

The marauders all looked on in delight. She noticed this fairly quickly and straitened her skirt as she stood.

"What?"

"I withdraw my earlier complaint." James said looking ecstatic.

Sirius nodded intensely. Remus rolled his eyes. Peter slipped off his perch, finishing the meting with a ceremonial sprawling upon the carpeted surface they all stood on. Also known as the floor. There are only so many ways one can say "He fell on the floor."

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"Okay, let's see what we've got." Harry said, as Draco carefully opened the bag. The pair, along with their three compatriots were sitting around in the Room of Requirement. They had arrived here only moments ago, having finally escaped the hoards of students questioning about Bill and the contents of the bag.

As Draco got it open, a small spiral of smoke escaped, causing four of them to lean back and Harry to jump up to check if he'd been given his very own pet microdragon.

"Uh oh guys, it looks like one of the pranking tools they sent self combusted along the way. It appears to be the remnants of a high speed, instantly inflatable speed boat. Damn, that would have been useful too."

"Boy's and their toys." Pansy murmured to Ginny who grinned.

Draco and Harry began sorting through the items, laying them on the floor in piles, calling out names and categories to Severus who had a notebook and pen out to write it all down so they'd remember.

"Two pots of invisible ink, the strong stuff, class time…"

"Five new extendable ears, all day…"

"A box of canary creams, meal time…"

"Hair removal gel, dormitories…"

"Glue… now what's with that?"

"A resizable horse costume, one offs…"

"Catnip, class time…"

"Self propelled chalk stubs, class time again…"

"Squid bait, free time…"

They boys continued on in this manner for quite some time, each device, getting more and more obscure. They found the brooms, shrunken in a box in the middle and passed them to the girls to check for damage. When there were only a few more items left, they all turned at a delighted gasp from Harry.

He gave them all a wicked smirk and held up a small jar. It was full to the brim with a bright blue powder. The other three time travelers all began their patented evil laughs but were cut off by Severus' resulting question of "What's that?"

Harry and Draco gave him a brief outline of the powder's abilities. As the possibilities dawned on him, Severus began to smirk. Moments later, Peeves and the Bloody Baron broke off their argument to scream with jealousy as evil laughs echoed through the castle.

They five wicked ones all left the Room of Requirement, so startlingly cheerful that the other Hogwarts students were amazed to find the five were unaccompanied by unicorns, bunny rabbits and pixie dust.

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Vellouette- I'm sure you recognized it. It will not have the exact same results.

Alright, When I wrote this I had two new reviews but now I have three so yeah. Thankyou to newest reviewer Lady Halaia. I'm glad you enjoy both of them (sorry I didn't write a proper reply). Thanks also for adding me to favorites.

I know this chapter is short. I was busy and I was sullking. Sucks to be you.

What should Lily's marauder name be? Reeeeeeeeeviiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeew (extra vowels mean it's extra important).