Disclaimer: I had a beast disclaimer here…but then I lost it. It involved swiss cheese in a refrigerator too…but pretty much, I don't own the stuff that JK Rowling does.

Summary:

Every 75 years, it is said that a portal opens at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry admitting students from 20 years into the future. What happens if the portal just so happened to open during the Marauders' seventh year? Partly AU.

Chapter 5- When Chaos Ensues

As the doors of the Great Hall began to creak open slowly, James craned his neck in order to (hopefully) find an unruly mop of hair. Beside him, Sirius and Remus were doing the same, though with slightly less fervor. They still believed that he knocked up someone unsuspectingly.

McGonagall walked in first, and then the students tumbled in. Oddly enough, it reminded James of first years at the Sorting Ceremony. The first girl who entered was a timid brunette followed by a redhead. Both Hufflepuff, he noted by the crests that adorned their robes. Glancing toward the end of the line, he saw an arrogant-looking blonde boy ("A Malfoy," Sirius muttered dismissively), an extremely ugly girl with a pug-like face, Indian twins, and right behind them…was his twin!

"Look! There he is! I know he's my son!" James squealed in a rather girlish manner, causing heads at his table to turn. Lily gave him a slightly dirty look, most likely wondering again, how someone could procreate with a Potter. Harry hadn't heard James' feminine cry. It seemed as if the girl in front of him was busy trying to convince him of something.

Little did James know, that was pretty much what was happening.

"She really likes you Harry," Parvati was pleading from her spot in front of him in the line, walking backwards in order to face the aforementioned boy.

"Parvati," Harry whined, "can we talk about this later?"

"No! Now!" Parvati argued, almost able to feel Padma's scowl on her face as she listened in. Merlin, this time she really screwed up. Harry probably didn't even want to consider Padma as a friend anymore.

The conversation between the two was steadily growing louder, catching the interest of many of the students and teachers. Hoping to lower the looks from them, Harry quickly turned Parvati around so she was walking forwards and gave her a push, all the while maintaining a good grip on both of his trunks.

Unfortunately, the push was a little too much for the Indian girl. Parvati lost her balance and wobbled before she fell into Padma, who knocked into Pansy Parkinson, who them pushed Theodore Nott over…eventually every student in front of Harry was laying collapsed on the ground in awkward positions and all eyes in the hall were on him. Not knowing what to do, the wide-eyed teenager dropped to the ground with the others that were sprawled around, hoping against hope to appear innocent.

"Detention, Potter." Damn. It didn't work.

Harry got up and dusted himself off, the other students following his lead. He began his wave of complaints as soon as he was steady on his feet.

"I didn't do anything professor!" he exclaimed, throwing his hands up for effect. Several students snickered. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed his future father grinning widely.

"No, the students seem to have fallen over themselves," McGonagall commented dryly, not moving from her spot at the head table. She was the one who had assigned him detention. The Headmaster quickly stood up before anything could break out between the professor and the clearly offended student.

"Now that everyone is standing," Dumbledore's eyes twinkled at Harry's indignation, "these are all of the students joining us this year. We would have had an introduction ceremony, but we are running late, due to circumstances…and I am sure all of you are hungry, so I will make this quick. Students from the future: Welcome! We hope you all will enjoy this school year as much as we will. Take a note and realize that rules still apply in your past, however. The Forbidden Forest is out of bounds to students, and we have a list of banned items with our caretaker, although I am sure it is shorter than the one you have seen in your time. After dinner, I shall announce the head girl and boy of 1997. I believe that is all, so please take a seat at your respective tables," Dumbledore finished his brief speech before clapping his hands, causing food to appear at the tables, and sitting back down.

"It actually wasn't all that quick," Harry remarked as he met up with Ron and Hermione. Ron's stomach grumbled in response, while Hermione rolled her eyes and began searching for a place to sit.

James watched with a huge grin on his face as his son caused chaos by toppling students over. Remus had his book up to shield the view of what was happening while Sirius was dangling off the bench due to laughing so hard. Peter's mouth was open the entire time.

After Harry had been assigned detention and Dumbledore finished addressing the students, the Marauders began waving frantically at Harry and his friends, indicating for the trio to come over and sit with them.

"Do you want to sit over there?" Ron muttered, looking toward where the Marauders were waving like mad. Harry hesitated; he wasn't sure by Ron's tone if he could tell that those were the Marauders. Hermione, alternatively, beamed.

"Of course! Maybe I can talk to Professor Lupin!" Hermione led the way to where the Marauders were sitting. Harry and Ron followed, Ron dragging his trunk while Harry carefully levitated both of his.

As soon as the trio sat down (Harry made sure to sit beside Hermione; he needed to talk to her as soon as possible), James began the introductions.

"As you most likely know, I am James Potter, this goofball here is Sirius Black," here Sirius punched him on the shoulder, "Ow…that bookworm over there is Remus "Remmy" Lupin, The short kid next to him is our very own Peter Pettigrew!" the Marauder finished with a flourish. His grin faded when he noticed that Harry wasn't paying him any mind. It seemed as though his son was busy trying to catch his bushy haired friend's interest, who in turn was chatting amiably with Remus, seemingly oblivious to someone trying to get her attention.

"'Mione, I need to talk you," Harry whined, tugging on the arm of her robe vigorously. She didn't make any move to signal she heard him. "Fine then, I'll just tell the whole hall your true feelings about Malfoy." He began pushing food aside, and once he had an area of the Gryffindor table cleared from food, he clambered up on it.

"Hem, hem," Harry cleared his throat in a fashion not unlike Umbridge's. Students turned to see what was going on; Hermione had finally broken her conversation off with the werewolf and was staring up at him dubiously.

"I am up here on this table on behalf of my good friend, Hermione Granger," The aforesaid good friend's eyes widened. Hermione motioned desperately for Harry to get down from the table. Anything he said about her would not result in anything good. "Yes, hello Hermione!" Harry waved down at her after seeing her waving her hands frantically. He then took a deep breath and yelled, "HERMIONE GRANGER FANCIES DRACO MALFOY!" Ignoring the sounds of Ron choking on his Yorkshire pudding, and the hands now grabbing for him, Harry edged closer to the center of the table, stepping around some food in hopes of relative security. Harry took another deep breath to continue.

But immediately, the Gryffindors started reaching across the table once more in another attempt to quiet him.

"Hold on! I'm not – OY! YOU THERE, GET YOUR HANDS OFF MY NETHER REGIONS!" He struggled against the Gryffindors that were pulling on different parts of his body. "SHE WANTS TO…er…RUN HER HAND THROUGH HIS…er…SILVERY-BLONDE LOCKS OF HAIR! AND –" What Harry was about to say next, no one knew because a red-faced Hermione dragged him out the door of the now silent Great Hall.

"…shag the pants off of him…" Harry's voice could be heard trailing off as the door slammed closed.

He was screwed. And he had really wanted to see Malfoy's reaction…

Shit.

Hermione shoved Harry against the wall and shook her finger in front of his face once they were on the other side of the doors leading inside the Great Hall and away from prying ears. She opened her mouth to begin her tirade, but was interrupted.

"Damn Hermione, I never knew you were so aggressive when mad…no wonder Ron tries to anger you so much," Harry rubbed his chest, which was where she had shoved him, broodingly.

Hermione made a choking sound. "Harry James Potter! That comment was unnecessary an–"

"Oh please, Hermione. You know you like it!" Seeing her expression, and sensing the upcoming outburst, he quickly changed the topic. "So…why did you decide to drag me out of the Great Hall in a manner that could suggest many things you want to do with me?"

"Merlin, Harry, cleanse your mind…and you know why!"

Harry blinked owlishly. "Er…why?" Hermione gave him a glare, and he quickly subsided by going straight to the point and defending himself. "Well, you weren't listening to me!"

"Perhaps it was because I was talking to somebody? Honestly Ha–" she was cut off once more by her friend.

"Ginny's here."

"What?"

A/N: There was more to the chapter but I decided to cut it off here. I feel all depressed because my shorter chapters are getting more reviews than my longer ones...51 reviews to 33! REVIEW!

From now on, chapter titles won't have the year tacked on. You can assume it's in 1977 unless mentioned otherwise.

This chapter was reposted on June 15, 2007 with minor changes.