The quartet meet Lily and the Marauders

The Quartet meet Lily and the maunders
Chapter two: Where the hell are we?


A considerably younger, twenty years younger to be exact, Professor Minerva McGonagall came walking down the corridor minding her own business, when suddenly she was startled by a bright red light. She gasped and quickly took several steps back, quickly taking out her wand and raising it, as she waited for the bright red light to clear.

When it finally did, the last thing the Transfiguration professor expected to encounter was four teenagers who were in a tangle of limbs on the cold stone floor. And with them was a very distressed looking snowy white owl.

She heard the red head boy moan "Oh Merlin you guys I think I'm gonna bloody hurl." The equally red haired female growled "Malfoy that bloody wanker, what the hell did he think he was doing chucking that damn jar of beetles eyes in my cauldron?"

Minerva was far too shocked to make her presents known to the four teens on the floor. She noticed the owl was trying to get the dark haired boys attention. Harry gasped "Holly shit I feel like I've been hit in the head with a bloody bulger. Calm down Hedwig your screeching his hurting my head." Hermione asked clearly disoriented "Where the hell are we?"

Minerva decided to make her presents known, and cleared her throat loudly to get their attention. "You are all at Hogwarts" she informed them. Hermione suddenly looked up startled when she heard a voice she instantly recognised as their head of house. "Oh thank heavens it's you professor McGonagall."

Hermione looked up and came face to face with a considerably younger professor, considerable younger then she has been that morning at breakfast. Hermione's eyes widened to the size of saucers as all colour drained from her face. By now the other three had joined Hermione and were staring at their head of house like they'd just seen ghost that wasn't of the friendly kind.

Minerva looked at the four clearly terrified teens that stood in front of her. Hedwig was resting on Harry's left shoulder. Minerva thought to her self ‘what on Earth is Potter up to now? And who are the other three students with him?’

She signed her lips pressed in a firm line with annoyance. "What on Earth have you done now James Potter, and who are you three?" she asked gesturing to Hermione, Ginny and Ron.

The colour promptly drained from Harry's face when he heard himself being called by his father’s name. Harry suddenly had a really, really bad feeling about this, something was seriously off. He said "Professor I am not James Potter, my name is Harry James Potter." He added "My father was James Potter."

Minerva frowned she was starting to get a really unpleasant feeling about this situation. "Don't play games with me James Potter, you know fully well what happened last time you did." Harry let out a sigh "No really professor I really am not James Potter." He lifted his messy fringe and revealed his famous lightening bolt shaped scar.

Minerva let out a startled gasp when she saw the scar on Harry's forehead. James Potter most definitely did not have such a strange looking scar on his forehead. And she also realised when she looked closer, his eyes were a bright and startling beautiful shade of green, while James’s were Hazel Brown. The only other person she knew of that had those very rare and beautiful eyes, was in fact Lily Evan's.

Minerva gasped "Your eyes they're" she trailed of not quite believing what she was seeing. Harry added "They were my mother’s eyes, my mother was Lily Evans." Minerva looked like she was about to pass out from the sheer shock of this situation. It was now the quartets turn to get a really unpleasant feeling about their current situation.

Harry asked, alarm clearly written in his tone of voice "May we speak with professor Dumbledore, as I'm staring to think we're not even in our own time line anymore? I think that prank Malfoy played on us in potions has caused us to more then view a mere memory of our own choosing."