Chapter 2
The Sorting of the Marauders
"Is that my son? Wow he just looks like me except" looks closely to Harry and see that he has green eyes. "He has green eyes. I'm gathering I married Lily." About to go up to Harry but see "Hey Remus, look, it's YOU!"
Sirius sniggered "Look Moony has Wrinkles"
Remus however was gob smacked, he was staring at an older version of himself and since it was him that Padfoot had insulted he shot the culprit a restrained glare. "Shut it Dog boy"
"Ah, Sirius, Remus and Peter you can stay down here for a while James and Harry can come to my office." Said Prof. Dumbledore
James look at his friends gave then a shrug and he walk of with Harry in silence.
They were in Dumbledore's office now. The younger selves of Sirius Black, Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew had remained in the hall to be dealt with by Dumbledore, but not before Harry had been sent off with James to the Headmaster's office.
Harry desperately wished somebody would come. He was sitting next to his father at Dumbledore's table, and they were not speaking a word to each other.
For so long, Harry had dreamt of this happening. Of meeting his father again, even for just a day, or a moment. To meet him, and to talk to him, and to feel the love he had never received from a parent before. But James said nothing.
Of course, even in Harry's wildest imagination he had not dreamed of meeting his father for the first time after he had time-travelled to the future illegally from the past. In fact, he hadn't thought time travel possible at all until now.
'So I married her, did I?'
Harry broke out of his troubled thoughts. He looked stupidly at James before realising that his father had just asked him a question.
'Excuse me?'
James smiled at his son, raising a hand to sweep it through his unruly black hair. His brown eyes glinted with a maturity that didn't seem to match his previous behaviour in the hall.
'You look so much like her,' he sighed after awhile. 'You should feel lucky you have her eyes.'
'Am I lucky that I have your hair as well?' Harry asked, trying to sound friendly.
His father laughed. 'Of course not. Tell me, have you ever managed to comb your hair so that it stands flat?'
'No.'
'Ah, so you really are my son.'
The door behind them suddenly opened and closed. Harry turned, expecting Dumbledore, but all he saw was Snape, standing before them with a look of overwhelming hatred on his face. Harry understood what must have been going through Snape's mind at the moment – kind of what he himself would feel if he was put in the same room with Malfoy and his father.
'So,' sneered Snape, moving towards them, 'James Potter and his precious son ... together again.'
Harry noticed that one of Snape's hands was balled in a fist in his robes around what was presumably his wand. James stood up quickly.
'Where's Dumbledore, Snivellus?'
'He asked for one of the teachers to come to his office to keep an eye on you two. I volunteered ... for reasons that I presume are very clear to you.'
'What, the fact that even though you're thirty years older, you still hate me for what I did to you?' said James with a smirk.
'And what you still do!' snarled Snape in a bitter tone that sent shivers down Harry's spine. 'I was in severe trouble with the Ministry of Magic when they discovered I had lost one of their Time Turners!'
'I thought they would have been grateful. We saved them the trouble of fixing it.'
'Time Turners are not meant to be fooled around with. And the people who do use them for misuse must be properly dealt with ...'
Harry's eyes widened as he saw that Snape had slid out his wand. Now, he slowly raised it at James, a thin smile stretching out beneath his cold eyes.
'Wait ...' Harry began.
'Stay out of this, Harry,' James said out of the corner of his mouth.
'But ...'
'Snivellus thinks here,' his father continued in a louder voice, now drawing out his own wand, 'that just because he has thirty years more experience as a wizard than I do, that he's better equipped to beat me in a duel.'
'Let's see then,' said Snape.
'But if you're beaten in a duel, don't you die?'
'Well said, Potter,' Snape whispered.
Harry glanced from one to the other, each pointing their wands in the other's face. Then he understood. They weren't about to kill each other in the office of Albus Dumbledore, or indeed anywhere in Hogwarts. But it looked as though they each desperately wanted to.
Harry marvelled at the enmity which still resonated between Snape and his father, even though Snape hadn't seen James alive for thirteen years. At this thought, Harry felt a painful twinge in his chest.
Snape and James were still glaring murderously at each other when Dumbledore swept into the room. At the mere expression on Dumbledore's face as he surveyed the confrontation, they both lowered their wands.
'Fighting again, boys?' Dumbledore asked in a voice that wasn't angry or amused.
'No, Professor,' said James, pocketing his wand. 'I was just showing Snape the exact spell to make his hair less greasy and his brain less small ... but then I realised there's absolutely no way any magic will ever be able to do that.'
Harry stifled a laugh as he saw Snape's black eyes narrow to slits and his mouth almost disappear into a thin snarl.
'I see,' Dumbledore replied, now seating himself in his chair. 'But I would like to remind you James, that while you are here, Snape is older than you and therefore has more authority over you. Therefore, you may not insult him as though he was your equal and just a schoolboy.'
Snape smiled malevolently. James looked angry for the first time since Harry had laid eyes on him.
'I meant to ask you Dumbledore,' James said. 'How is it that Snivellus – oh, excuse me, Professor Snivellus – became a teacher at Hogwarts? I've had a bet going with Sirius that he'd end up as a Death Eater when we all left Hogwarts.'
Snape flinched horribly, and as though James' words had branded him, he rubbed a spot on his right arm convulsively.
'That is not for you to know James,' Dumbledore said quietly.
For a moment – even a second – Harry saw a shared look between Dumbledore and Snape. Suspicion bloomed in his mind, but there were more pressing matters to deal with.
'As an afterthought, James' continued Dumbledore, 'I would get used to addressing Severus as Professor Snape from now on.'
'So he gets to call me any name under the sun, but I have to call him Professor Snape?'
'It's only fair, you lying, stealing, self-centred little maggot,' said Snape.
Dumbledore sighed, leaning back in his chair. He pressed his fingers together, staring at the ceiling. Harry could see he was trying to decide what to do with his father next.
"How about you all follow me back to the great hall." Said Dumbledore
So they all headed down to the great hall when they reach the great hall all the students went quiet all of suddenly when all four of them walk in. Harry went to sit at the Gryffindor table while the rest went to the front of the hall.
'Quiet please, I would like to make a few announcements; firstly I would like to introduce the new Defence against the darks arts teacher Professor Lupin.' Harry and his friends clapped. 'Also would like introduce four past students who will be in their seven year. I would like you to welcome Sirius Black...' everyone gasp 'Remus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew and James Potter...' everyone clapped 'they will be joining the Gryffindor table or would they like to be resorted again.' a twinkle in his eye.
'Group discussion now' said James
They did a group hug discussed, in whispered 'Should we be resorted?' asked James 'I have no idea!' said Sirius
'I say we shouldn't but it would be interesting to find which house we would be sort into again.' Remus Answered.
'Have you choose what you all what to do?' asked Dumbledore
'Yes and no, see we like to be sorted again but what if we didn't like were we were sorted.' Said James
'Ah you can be resorted but if you didn't like the place you be sorted you then can be in Gryffindor.' Suggest Dumbledore
'Ok then.' All replied
The silence that had suddenly filled the hall was broken by the pitter- patter of little elf feet and Dobby the house elf came scurrying out with the hat. Actually what seemed like a sorting hat with tiny elf feet running up to the front of the main hall. McGonagall looked at Sirius Black expectantly as soon as the hat had taken its place on a stool. Sirius took the hint.
'Where shall I put you? How about Slytherin mmmm' 'Slytherin but they suck! They're a bunch of big-headed gits!' 'And your not' said the hat 'At least I'm a looker, and lookers go in GRYFFINDOR!'
'.......' the hat said.
Remus Lupin was to next to get sorted. As the hat went onto Lupins head it said ah there is a werewolf here. Lupin started to sweat all over. 'Damn, is it THAT obvious'
The hat ignored this and thought on the matter at hand, after several seconds it cried out 'GRYFFINDOR!' to the world at large.
'Peter Pettigrew' the hat demanded.
Peter walked up to the stool shaking to the bone and he put on the hat and he went to sit down.
-----CRASH-----
Peter got back up and planted his behind on the stool not the floor this time.
The whole entire school except for the Slytherins stood up and started to clap and cheer at him. Peter was now so embarrassed, in fact he had turned a shade of scarlet previously unreachable by man.
The hat looked confused, well as confused as a hat could be. 'Hmm a death eater, Slytherin would suit you...but I'm afraid my boy that you just haven't got the brains to be there...' The hat thought for a moment longer 'HUFFELPUFF' 'Sorry kid, it was the best I could do.'
Once Peter had gone back to his friends James knew that it was his turn to go up and get sorted. He went and picked up the hat and sat down on the stool with a great big smirk on his face.
'Ah it's young James Potter.' 'I'm not that young 'You are only four years older than your son' 'You make it sound like I'm in Kindergarten; I don't have to take that from a damn head warmer!' 'Mind your language boy' 'Why should I' 'I will tell the school your secret' The hat said smirking. 'I haven't got any secrets, you stupid old geezer' The school watched in suspense as the hat opened its mouth to speak. 'Do you really want me to say your dark, dark secret?' 'Uh yeah, go ahead and say this imaginary 'secret'' 'Everyone! James Potter is Gay!'
Everyone gasped; damn they didn't expect that coming
James remained unaffected; apparently he'd had a kid and got married...or was it the other way around. Anyway who would believe a stupid hat over him? Unfortunately the answer to that was everybody...
James potter went to join the Gryffindor table with his friends.
'You know when we took that excursion; you didn't get any ideas did you?' Sirius asked nervously 'I'm not gay, gees you believe that hat over me some friend you are.' Said James in mock offence. In actual fact this was actually half amusing.
'I'm sorry, I didn't realise that it would offend you' Sirius replied catching the falseness in James sulk.....I'm sure you turned after that".
James smirked; it wouldn't hurt to play with Sirius head a little.
"Oh I turned LONG before that"
He battered his eyelids seductively before continuing.
"You know I've always liked you"
Sirius blinked twice, waited several minuted for the words to compute and ran for it, he didn't care where he ran he just ran... straight into a door.
Sirius awoke, his head a little fuzzy, for some reason he couldn't seem to remember the last few hours, but he also got the feeling he didn't want to. All he could see now was a gold and red doona, which turned into the Gryffindor house symbol when his eyes began to focus.
Apparently everybody had been ordered to the dorms, but as the old theory went boys would be boys and marauders would be marauders.
Somewhere inside the young Remus Lupin's head as he had been dubbed his conscience squawked and shut up as it was kicked by his curiosity. I wasn't too awful sneaking around at night, and anyway it was only Snape...
MN (muse's note) Hiya I'm Vuzznut's muse, well one of them at least. (a.k.a pebbles-sama on ff.net) She gave me her story to sort through (each of us muses gets to pick it to pieces and change things around a bit) and I changed the end a bit. Hope everyone like the changes but if not then say so in reviews cause I have a copy of her version as well as what I changed.
Oh and Eric2 James Potter isn't gay. Vuzznut had him having special powers (Which I know lots of people have done) so I changed it to whatever came to my head. It's just a joke gone wrong.
And why doesn't he just protest and shout about it? Well he's a smart boy, why wouldn't he milk it for all it's worth. (even if it means bringing some of those not in his favour down with him :P)
Pebbles-sama
The Sorting of the Marauders
"Is that my son? Wow he just looks like me except" looks closely to Harry and see that he has green eyes. "He has green eyes. I'm gathering I married Lily." About to go up to Harry but see "Hey Remus, look, it's YOU!"
Sirius sniggered "Look Moony has Wrinkles"
Remus however was gob smacked, he was staring at an older version of himself and since it was him that Padfoot had insulted he shot the culprit a restrained glare. "Shut it Dog boy"
"Ah, Sirius, Remus and Peter you can stay down here for a while James and Harry can come to my office." Said Prof. Dumbledore
James look at his friends gave then a shrug and he walk of with Harry in silence.
They were in Dumbledore's office now. The younger selves of Sirius Black, Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew had remained in the hall to be dealt with by Dumbledore, but not before Harry had been sent off with James to the Headmaster's office.
Harry desperately wished somebody would come. He was sitting next to his father at Dumbledore's table, and they were not speaking a word to each other.
For so long, Harry had dreamt of this happening. Of meeting his father again, even for just a day, or a moment. To meet him, and to talk to him, and to feel the love he had never received from a parent before. But James said nothing.
Of course, even in Harry's wildest imagination he had not dreamed of meeting his father for the first time after he had time-travelled to the future illegally from the past. In fact, he hadn't thought time travel possible at all until now.
'So I married her, did I?'
Harry broke out of his troubled thoughts. He looked stupidly at James before realising that his father had just asked him a question.
'Excuse me?'
James smiled at his son, raising a hand to sweep it through his unruly black hair. His brown eyes glinted with a maturity that didn't seem to match his previous behaviour in the hall.
'You look so much like her,' he sighed after awhile. 'You should feel lucky you have her eyes.'
'Am I lucky that I have your hair as well?' Harry asked, trying to sound friendly.
His father laughed. 'Of course not. Tell me, have you ever managed to comb your hair so that it stands flat?'
'No.'
'Ah, so you really are my son.'
The door behind them suddenly opened and closed. Harry turned, expecting Dumbledore, but all he saw was Snape, standing before them with a look of overwhelming hatred on his face. Harry understood what must have been going through Snape's mind at the moment – kind of what he himself would feel if he was put in the same room with Malfoy and his father.
'So,' sneered Snape, moving towards them, 'James Potter and his precious son ... together again.'
Harry noticed that one of Snape's hands was balled in a fist in his robes around what was presumably his wand. James stood up quickly.
'Where's Dumbledore, Snivellus?'
'He asked for one of the teachers to come to his office to keep an eye on you two. I volunteered ... for reasons that I presume are very clear to you.'
'What, the fact that even though you're thirty years older, you still hate me for what I did to you?' said James with a smirk.
'And what you still do!' snarled Snape in a bitter tone that sent shivers down Harry's spine. 'I was in severe trouble with the Ministry of Magic when they discovered I had lost one of their Time Turners!'
'I thought they would have been grateful. We saved them the trouble of fixing it.'
'Time Turners are not meant to be fooled around with. And the people who do use them for misuse must be properly dealt with ...'
Harry's eyes widened as he saw that Snape had slid out his wand. Now, he slowly raised it at James, a thin smile stretching out beneath his cold eyes.
'Wait ...' Harry began.
'Stay out of this, Harry,' James said out of the corner of his mouth.
'But ...'
'Snivellus thinks here,' his father continued in a louder voice, now drawing out his own wand, 'that just because he has thirty years more experience as a wizard than I do, that he's better equipped to beat me in a duel.'
'Let's see then,' said Snape.
'But if you're beaten in a duel, don't you die?'
'Well said, Potter,' Snape whispered.
Harry glanced from one to the other, each pointing their wands in the other's face. Then he understood. They weren't about to kill each other in the office of Albus Dumbledore, or indeed anywhere in Hogwarts. But it looked as though they each desperately wanted to.
Harry marvelled at the enmity which still resonated between Snape and his father, even though Snape hadn't seen James alive for thirteen years. At this thought, Harry felt a painful twinge in his chest.
Snape and James were still glaring murderously at each other when Dumbledore swept into the room. At the mere expression on Dumbledore's face as he surveyed the confrontation, they both lowered their wands.
'Fighting again, boys?' Dumbledore asked in a voice that wasn't angry or amused.
'No, Professor,' said James, pocketing his wand. 'I was just showing Snape the exact spell to make his hair less greasy and his brain less small ... but then I realised there's absolutely no way any magic will ever be able to do that.'
Harry stifled a laugh as he saw Snape's black eyes narrow to slits and his mouth almost disappear into a thin snarl.
'I see,' Dumbledore replied, now seating himself in his chair. 'But I would like to remind you James, that while you are here, Snape is older than you and therefore has more authority over you. Therefore, you may not insult him as though he was your equal and just a schoolboy.'
Snape smiled malevolently. James looked angry for the first time since Harry had laid eyes on him.
'I meant to ask you Dumbledore,' James said. 'How is it that Snivellus – oh, excuse me, Professor Snivellus – became a teacher at Hogwarts? I've had a bet going with Sirius that he'd end up as a Death Eater when we all left Hogwarts.'
Snape flinched horribly, and as though James' words had branded him, he rubbed a spot on his right arm convulsively.
'That is not for you to know James,' Dumbledore said quietly.
For a moment – even a second – Harry saw a shared look between Dumbledore and Snape. Suspicion bloomed in his mind, but there were more pressing matters to deal with.
'As an afterthought, James' continued Dumbledore, 'I would get used to addressing Severus as Professor Snape from now on.'
'So he gets to call me any name under the sun, but I have to call him Professor Snape?'
'It's only fair, you lying, stealing, self-centred little maggot,' said Snape.
Dumbledore sighed, leaning back in his chair. He pressed his fingers together, staring at the ceiling. Harry could see he was trying to decide what to do with his father next.
"How about you all follow me back to the great hall." Said Dumbledore
So they all headed down to the great hall when they reach the great hall all the students went quiet all of suddenly when all four of them walk in. Harry went to sit at the Gryffindor table while the rest went to the front of the hall.
'Quiet please, I would like to make a few announcements; firstly I would like to introduce the new Defence against the darks arts teacher Professor Lupin.' Harry and his friends clapped. 'Also would like introduce four past students who will be in their seven year. I would like you to welcome Sirius Black...' everyone gasp 'Remus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew and James Potter...' everyone clapped 'they will be joining the Gryffindor table or would they like to be resorted again.' a twinkle in his eye.
'Group discussion now' said James
They did a group hug discussed, in whispered 'Should we be resorted?' asked James 'I have no idea!' said Sirius
'I say we shouldn't but it would be interesting to find which house we would be sort into again.' Remus Answered.
'Have you choose what you all what to do?' asked Dumbledore
'Yes and no, see we like to be sorted again but what if we didn't like were we were sorted.' Said James
'Ah you can be resorted but if you didn't like the place you be sorted you then can be in Gryffindor.' Suggest Dumbledore
'Ok then.' All replied
The silence that had suddenly filled the hall was broken by the pitter- patter of little elf feet and Dobby the house elf came scurrying out with the hat. Actually what seemed like a sorting hat with tiny elf feet running up to the front of the main hall. McGonagall looked at Sirius Black expectantly as soon as the hat had taken its place on a stool. Sirius took the hint.
'Where shall I put you? How about Slytherin mmmm' 'Slytherin but they suck! They're a bunch of big-headed gits!' 'And your not' said the hat 'At least I'm a looker, and lookers go in GRYFFINDOR!'
'.......' the hat said.
Remus Lupin was to next to get sorted. As the hat went onto Lupins head it said ah there is a werewolf here. Lupin started to sweat all over. 'Damn, is it THAT obvious'
The hat ignored this and thought on the matter at hand, after several seconds it cried out 'GRYFFINDOR!' to the world at large.
'Peter Pettigrew' the hat demanded.
Peter walked up to the stool shaking to the bone and he put on the hat and he went to sit down.
-----CRASH-----
Peter got back up and planted his behind on the stool not the floor this time.
The whole entire school except for the Slytherins stood up and started to clap and cheer at him. Peter was now so embarrassed, in fact he had turned a shade of scarlet previously unreachable by man.
The hat looked confused, well as confused as a hat could be. 'Hmm a death eater, Slytherin would suit you...but I'm afraid my boy that you just haven't got the brains to be there...' The hat thought for a moment longer 'HUFFELPUFF' 'Sorry kid, it was the best I could do.'
Once Peter had gone back to his friends James knew that it was his turn to go up and get sorted. He went and picked up the hat and sat down on the stool with a great big smirk on his face.
'Ah it's young James Potter.' 'I'm not that young 'You are only four years older than your son' 'You make it sound like I'm in Kindergarten; I don't have to take that from a damn head warmer!' 'Mind your language boy' 'Why should I' 'I will tell the school your secret' The hat said smirking. 'I haven't got any secrets, you stupid old geezer' The school watched in suspense as the hat opened its mouth to speak. 'Do you really want me to say your dark, dark secret?' 'Uh yeah, go ahead and say this imaginary 'secret'' 'Everyone! James Potter is Gay!'
Everyone gasped; damn they didn't expect that coming
James remained unaffected; apparently he'd had a kid and got married...or was it the other way around. Anyway who would believe a stupid hat over him? Unfortunately the answer to that was everybody...
James potter went to join the Gryffindor table with his friends.
'You know when we took that excursion; you didn't get any ideas did you?' Sirius asked nervously 'I'm not gay, gees you believe that hat over me some friend you are.' Said James in mock offence. In actual fact this was actually half amusing.
'I'm sorry, I didn't realise that it would offend you' Sirius replied catching the falseness in James sulk.....I'm sure you turned after that".
James smirked; it wouldn't hurt to play with Sirius head a little.
"Oh I turned LONG before that"
He battered his eyelids seductively before continuing.
"You know I've always liked you"
Sirius blinked twice, waited several minuted for the words to compute and ran for it, he didn't care where he ran he just ran... straight into a door.
Sirius awoke, his head a little fuzzy, for some reason he couldn't seem to remember the last few hours, but he also got the feeling he didn't want to. All he could see now was a gold and red doona, which turned into the Gryffindor house symbol when his eyes began to focus.
Apparently everybody had been ordered to the dorms, but as the old theory went boys would be boys and marauders would be marauders.
Somewhere inside the young Remus Lupin's head as he had been dubbed his conscience squawked and shut up as it was kicked by his curiosity. I wasn't too awful sneaking around at night, and anyway it was only Snape...
MN (muse's note) Hiya I'm Vuzznut's muse, well one of them at least. (a.k.a pebbles-sama on ff.net) She gave me her story to sort through (each of us muses gets to pick it to pieces and change things around a bit) and I changed the end a bit. Hope everyone like the changes but if not then say so in reviews cause I have a copy of her version as well as what I changed.
Oh and Eric2 James Potter isn't gay. Vuzznut had him having special powers (Which I know lots of people have done) so I changed it to whatever came to my head. It's just a joke gone wrong.
And why doesn't he just protest and shout about it? Well he's a smart boy, why wouldn't he milk it for all it's worth. (even if it means bringing some of those not in his favour down with him :P)
Pebbles-sama