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Summary: When one of Nymphadora Tonks' and Charlie Weasley's potion experiments goes disastrously wrong, they find themselves in trouble up to the very top of their pointed wizard hats. After being forced to consume their potion by none other than Severus Snape, they are sent back all the way into the Marauders era. Will Tonks and Charlie learn how to live with the legends themselves and manage to get back into their own time, or will they be stuck there forever?

Timeline: 1975-1989.

Warnings: Time travel, some swearing, and awkward positions.

Author's Note: I wrote this story about two years ago in 2007. Reading through it, I decided I wanted to edit and repost it. A couple of things have definitely changed from then, one of those being that I've learnt a lot more grammar skills then I had back then. Lol, no bragging or anything :P.

The ages have been tweaked slightly since I realised that the dialogue didn't exactly suit the ages of 17, and thus have been changed to 15 (nearly 16) instead. So read, review and enjoy!

And thanks for all the reviews for the last chapter, guys!


Chapter 3: Dumbledore's Office

After much persuading, Tonks had finally been convinced that she was going the wrong way. And so ten or so minutes later she found herself standing outside the familiar gargoyles of Dumbledore's office.

"So… any bright ideas brewing about how to open it?" Tonks asked as she tilted her head to the left slightly.

"Well love, in the few times we've been here-" Sirius was cut off by a very pointed cough emitted from Remus, "- okay, very many times we've visited this esteemed office, we've learnt that Dumbledore likes to use the names of sweets as his password."

"So the best try is to just say sweets," added Remus.

"And some people say that he didn't earn his badge," Sirius joked, shaking his head in mock-seriousness - no pun intended.

"Right then… guessing we do," squeaked Peter, thinking about the sweets they smuggled from the kitchens only last night. "Chocolate frogs!"

"Bertie Botts Every Flavour Beans!"

"Pumpkin Pastries."

"Liquorice wands?"

"Watch and learn children: Cockroach Clusters," Sirius smirked cockily as the gargoyle moved aside, allowing them all to enter.

When they made their way up the stares, James was the first one to be game enough to knock on the door. "Professor Dumbledore?" He called.

"Come in, come in, James and friends," Dumbledore's voice came from the other side of the door.

The six of them shared a glance, trying to determine just how Dumbledore had been able to guess that James had company. Then again, the Headmaster had always been a bit bizarre.

Shrugging, James turned the door handle and strided into the office freely. The others took his lead and followed him inside.

"Sir… you're a redhead," a very stunned Tonks managed to get out.

She was dumbfounded, as was Charlie. They may have only went back for almost fifteen years, but a lot had changed since then. The décor of Dumbledores office, for example. And Dumbledore himself… he was noticeably less affected by age with hair that had yet to grey and less wrinkles on his skin. He did, however, sport the very same half-moon spectacles.

"I am indeed," Dumbledore replied lightly, giving a small chuckle. "Now, how may I help you boys and girl on this very merry night?"

Tonks and Charlie shared glances with one another, not exactly sure how to put what they were about to say without sounding a bit bonkers.

"Charles believes that he is apparently the Gryffindor seeker and prefect," Remus explained after an awkward silence.

"Ah, I see," Dumbledore said with a thoughtful tone, giving a small nod of his head. He then turned to Tonks and asked, "Young lady, if you wouldn't mind, but what is the date and year today? Seems I'm a bit forgetful sometimes."

"It's the 7th of October, 1989," replied Tonks, looking around at the office.

"Ah, I see," Dumbledore repeated. "And what are your names?"

Peter answered for them, "Their names are Charles Weasley and Nymph-" He looked wary at the glare he was given but continued, "-adora Tonks."

"Daughter of Andromeda and Theodore Tonks, correct?"

"Correct, sir," Tonks replied politely.

Sirius spluttered suddenly, "Andromeda as in my cousin Andromeda? As in cut off from the family Andromeda? That Andromeda?"

Tonks' eyes widened slightly and she gave a nod, jabbing Charlie in the ribs who was now laughing. "Yes, that Andromeda…"

Dumbledore cleared his throat slightly. "Right, well, Mr Weasley and Miss Tonks, I'm afraid I have some upsetting news. You may want to sit down, as it might come as a bit of a shock."

Neither of them made a move to sit down in the lone chair sitting in front of Dumbledore's desk.

And so, he continued, "There seems to have been a mistake. You see, the current date is September 2nd, 1975. There are several reasons that have caused me to believe that you have travelled back in time."

"Bollocks," snorted Charlie, shaking his head rapidly. "It can't be… travelling back in time is impossible, even with a time-turner. Right?"

Very simply, Dumbledore retrieved the Daily Prophet off his desk and handed it to Charlie, allowing James to point out the date at the top of the newspaper, just underneath the large heading.

"So we've travelled back 14 years?" Tonks exclaimed. "How's that even possible? No, wait, how do we get back? Can we get back?"

"If you wouldn't mind lowering your voice, I will need to ask some questions first," Dumbledore replied calmly. "Now, this isn't the first time this has happened before but sending you back is quite the challenge. The potion to send you back is extremely complicated and can take up to three months to complete."

"But… but we'll miss Christmas," Charlie said weakly. "Not that I mind missing out on another burgundy jumper but sir…"

Dumbledore cleared his throat. "A little bit of shush, Mr Weasley. Now, will you be able to tell me what the last thing you remember occurred in 1975?"

"Well, Headmaster, Snape ordered us to drink some of my potion," Tonks replied.

"Snape? As in Snivellus?" James scowled, a scrunch wrinkling up his nose.

Charlie let out a somewhat amused chuckle. "If by Snivellus, you mean Severus then yes."

"Why would he make you drink a potion?" Peter's small voice came. "And if he did order you, then why did you obey him?"

Tonks looked at Peter and simply said, "Because Snape is our Potions Professor. Unfortunately."

"What potion were you supposed to brew? Better question yet, were there any complications with this potion?" Dumbledore asked, his tone serious and eyes narrowed in thought.

"It was green," Charlie imputed. "And, uh, I have no idea what Potion it was."

Tonks threw her two galleons in. "It was meant to be light purple though -"

" - and smell flowery instead of… like dragon dung."

Tonks sent a glare over at Charlie and replied, arms folded, "I'll have you know that I followed the instructions to boot. Well, all of them except for number three…"

"This is exactly like you, you know. It's never your fault but you caused it. It's the same with everything," Charlie remarked scathingly.

"I didn't mean to do it," Tonks defended, the tips of her hair turning red once again.

"Of course you didn't! You never mean to!" Charlie practically growled. "And yet you always do. Spells, potions, even bloody relationships."

"Hey, you were the one who broke it off with me. So don't get sore on me," Tonks retorted, shaking her head.

"You cheated on me!"

"Says who?"

"Grace Abbott."

"The gossip Queen of Ravenclaw. You believe her opinion over mine? She's the school bicycle and wants you - so it's pretty obvious why she'd spread such a pathetic lie."

"Grace happens to be a very nice person. You just don't see it because you read a book by it's cover."

"Are you trying to show off your intelligence now? Your supposedly deeper than the surface attitude?"

"It's better than 'me, me, poor me. I never do anything wrong because I'm so perfect'!" Charlie impersonated her, quite poorly at that.

There was a rustling from Tonks and she drew out her wand, aiming it at his face as calmly as she could.

"Go on, take a shot. I bet you won't even hit me, luv," Charlie snorted, opening his arms wide and waiting for her to go.

Dumbledore interrupted, "There will be no spells performed in my office that may be of harm to another student. Now, I've another question for you two - which houses were you sorted into during your time at Hogwarts?"

"I was a Gryffindor, while Tonks was in Hufflepuff," Charlie's replied, his voice tight and he was still glaring daggers at Tonks. He practically spat out her name.

Tonks looked at Charlie with an expression that just read: bite me, bitch.

"You will both be sorted into Gryffindor. In the meantime, I will try and ring up an antidote or something to get you back into your times. Be wary of what you tell people, Mr Weasley and Miss Tonks, because you cannot change the course of the future - despite what your instincts tell you."

Tonks and Charlie both nodded in understanding.

"Now, you four boys," Dumbledore began, addressing the four Marauders. "I expect you to be on your best behaviour and show our two guests around the school. If anybody asks, Miss Tonks and Mr Weasley are British transfer students from Virgina's Academy Of Magic in America. That is all."

Assuming they were dismissed, the six of them began to pile out of the door one by one with Charlie and Tonks still fuming.


Once outside in the corridors and with the Marauders a few feet ahead of them, Charlie and Tonks were left alone.

Charlie glanced at Tonks before giving a frustrating sigh. "You get on my nerves so much."

"Is that an apology?"

"A form of one," replied Charlie with a nonchalant shrug.

"Good."