Professor McGonagall sat in the heads chair, waiting slightly impatiently. It was ten minutes past six o'clock and there was still no sign of Potter and his friends. She looked up at Dumbledore's portrait, he smiled cheerfully back down at her.

"Don't be so impatient Minerva, they'll be here." His bright blue eyes twinkled as he unfolded his hands and reached into a bowl beside him.

"Would you like a lemon drop?" he asked her politely, grabbing two. Professor McGonagall looked at him as if he were crazy.

"You are a portrait, Albus, I can't have one," Professor Dumbledore chuckled and stuck the two into his mouth.

"Yum, oh yes I know, I just didn't want to be rude and not ask at all," McGonagall rolled her eyes and turned back to staring at the entrance door. There was no reason in trying to make sense of Dumbledore. He was making more sense as the portrait then he did alive.

Professor McGonagall's thoughts were interrupted with a loud crash, followed closely by laughter and yelling. She heard a deep chuckle from behind her and turned again to Dumbledore's portrait. He smiled, his blue eyes twinkling from his ancient face.

"It seems as Harry and his friends have arrived," he said casually, as if they were talking about the weather. Professor McGonagall couldn't but smile as the memories of Harry's father and his partner Sirius Black causing explosions weekly.

"Sorry Professor!" Harry quickly burst into the room, his hair messier then usual and his skin flushed. Behind him his friends arrived in a similar fashion. She felt her lip twitch upward.

"Never mind that Potter, let's get on with it," she handed him a piece of paper. He read the spell and then handed it to Hermione, who read and handed to Ron who didn't get a chance to read it before Ginny plucked it out of his hands.

Before a fight between the two siblings broke out, Professor McGonagall intervened, "Now think of the date September 1, 1970 at six o'clock," she waited as they closed their eyes, thinking of the date. "Now when I count to three, say the spell, understand?" they nodded.

"One, two, three,"

"Aetas Vicissitudo!" rebounded around the room and Professor McGonagall watched as her favorite students disappeared. The spell caused dust to fall in the room and a few of Professor Dumbledore's things to fall. She began to clean the room, all the while one thought ringing in her head,

Good luck, 1977!

September 1st, 1977, Marauders, Great Hall

"What the hell is taking so long?" Sirius groaned, holding his head in his hands. Remus rolled his eyes, Sirius had been asking the same question over and over again, ever since the Sorting had taken place. Remus himself was beginning to wonder what was going on, the teachers kept exchanging looks and Dumbledore had yet to arrive, and with a way going on, it was not a very good combination.

He was interrupted from his thoughts by Sirius complaining yet again. He groaned and threw an empty goblet at him. It hit him on the side of his face, narrowly missing his right eye.

"What was that for!?" Sirius glared at him. Remus gave a marauder-worthy smirk and answered back calmly.

"Well you wouldn't shut up, so I had to make you," he retorted, twirling his wand rather threateningly, his soft silver eyes staring at Sirius challengingly. James, who had been daydreaming about a certain red head, was brought roughly back when Sirius and Remus started throwing hexes at each other across the table.

"Guys," he started, watching as Sirius turned Remus's hair bright turquoise and Remus retaliated by putting horrendous pink eye shadow and clashing, bright red lipstick all over his lips like a clown.

"GUYS!!" James said with more force, tired of the fight already. They shot up, surprised by the loud noise.

"DON"T DO THAT!" they yelled angrily and James remembered, with slight guilt, that they had extremely sensitive hearing.

"Sorry," he grinned sheepishly as they sat back down. Most of the people were staring in their direction, the teachers, namely McGonagall, glaring at them in a teacherly fashion. Most of the students staring at them were laughing, all but little Miss Lily Evans, who were staring at them in a McGonagoll-ish manor, her hands on her hips.

She got up, no doubt about to lecture them on setting the wrong example for the younger students, a lecture they heard quite a few times during the year. They were saved however by the large double door bursting open and Dumbledore walking in, closely followed by students the marauders had never seen. The first two were female, one with wavy, chocolate brown hair, intelligent looking, honey brown eyes, and curves in all the right places; in other words, she was drop dead gorgeous and was attracting quite a few longing looks from the various hormone driven guys in the hall.

The other girl was equally as gorgeous, with ginger red hair, wavy with the random curl every where, all the way to mid-back, and bright, energetic, hazel eyes, brown with flecks of blue and green, she had curves and was attracting the same stares. The other two, both boys were attracting the same amount of attention but with the girls. One had the same ginger red hair as the girl, with light blue eyes shining; he was tall, and slightly muscled.

The last boy was probably the most mysterious. He was almost as tall as his lanky friend, with unruly jet-black hair. He was muscled but not as much as his friend; his build seemed to be more for speed. Like a seeker rang through James's head. But the most alluring thing to the boy was the sparkling emerald eyes behind his glasses.

"Bloody hell, who are they?" Sirius asked, his eyes sweeping the new students, lingering on the girls more then necessary.

"I have no idea but the black haired kid reminds me of James," Remus answered, his eyes lingering on the black haired boy. James backtracked and his eyes landed on the boy again. He could clearly see what Remus meant, the boy looked exactly like him, except of course, the eyes. The eyes reminded him of someone, but who? He pondered this until Dumbledore and the mysterious teenagers made it to the middle of the room.

"May I have your attention please?" James eyes swiveled towards Dumbledore immediatley. He was surprised that Dumbledore still felt the need to say that, being headmaster for as long as he was, hadn't he realized that as soon as he stood up, every was always on him?

"For the first time in Hogwarts hystery, we are welcoming exchange students from Ireland." Murmers broke out. Why were they letting them in? What was so special about them?

"I bet you are wondering why they are here?" Dumbledore chuckled light heartedly and continued, "their parents died in the war not a week ago, it is a sore subject to them and they wish that you do not question them," a sad silence vibrated through the hall. Even Sirius seemed disheartened and had stopped his mindless tirade on 'respecting people's emtpy stomaches!'

Pain seemed to flash through the new students faces as they, nondoubtfully, were remembering the terrible memories that plagued them.

Dumbledore, alone, seemed to resist the gloom. He clapt his hands together and whipped out the sorting hat and stool from seemingly out of no where.

"Now, on to the sorting!"

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