I apologize in advance if my French is wrong or something, French isn't my first language. Also, I couldn't find a way to add accent marks. :(

"Guys....." I said slowly. "I think I just used up my one time travelling visit." 

Hayley, Ron and Hermione turned and looked at me with shock. "What? What year are we in?" Hermione asked frantically, freaking out. Ron soothed her by rubbing her shoulder, and Hermione relaxed a bit. "Um, Harry? Where's the watch?" Hayley said worriedly. 

"It fell off back in the present day!" I exclaimed, getting up. 

"Um, mate?" Ron said tentatively. "Mm." I said, not paying attention. 

"On that banner it says, "NEWLY RECONSTRUCTED QUIDDITCH PITCH 1976'" Ron said, pointing to the banner that flew between the Ravenclaw and Gryffindor stands. 

"Oh my gosh." Hayley exclaimed, getting up. "That's the year the Marauders were in their sixth year! Like us!" 

A small ray of hope shined through my chest. Maybe I could meet my parents after all. 

"Let's go." I said, then we all got up and walked through the oh- so familiar corridors. Except for a few things: the walls were definitely dirtier, and the portraits on the wall were different. 

We walked through the great hall doors, where everybody was eating dinner. "Maybe we should see Professor Dumbledore, first." Hermione suggested. 

"Good idea." Hayley pointed out. "We shouldn't mess up the future. And none of these students should know our real names. Maybe Dumbledore can give us some fake ones."

We agreed, then went up to the gargoyle outside Dumbledore's office. I tried all the Honeydukes sweets I could think of, knowing Dumbledore usually used them as passwords. It wasn't until I said, "BERTIEBOTTS!" Then the gargoyle opened. We raced up the stairs, then hesitated before  stepping into Dumbledore's office. Hermione and Hayley had never been in Dumbledores office; the one time Ron did, Hayley and Hermione had gone skiing together for Christmas break. 

I took a deep breath then stepped into it. Dumbledore's office looked exactly the same; same portraits, same Fawkes, same objects. 

"Excuse me, Professor Dumbledore?" I said, stepping in front of his desk. "Yes?" Dumbledore said, looking a me

"This may come as a shock to you...but I'm from the future. 1996, to be exact." I said nervously. 

"Ah, of course! Using James'  time watch? Then you must be James and Lily's son." 

"Um, how did you know-?" 

"You look exactly like James, but have Lily's eyes. And I can tell their going to end up together. And my suspicions have come true. So thank you, Harry." 

"How did you know my name was Harry?" 

"I have my ways. Anyway, did you talk to anybody in the time when you arrived in this year?" 

"No. We came straight here from the quidditch pitch. My watch was lost in 1996." 

"Ah, I see. Okay, we'll need to change your names, obviously, and some of your hair colour. You must be a Weasley. Arthur and Molly's, I believe she just had a boy, Percy?" 

Ron stuttered. "Um, yeah. Percy is my older brother...I'm Ron." 

Dumbledore turned to Hayley. "Hmm, you must be Mike Collins and Raya Chens daughter, they just graduated!" 

"Uh, yes. I'm Hayley."  

Dumbledore finally turned to Hermione. "I do not recognize you. Are you muggle born?" 

Hermione nodded. "Hermione Granger, professor." 

Dumbledore's eyes flickered to Harry's scar. "Do you know why I have this scar? I asked, wondering if Dumbledore could sense the future.

"No, I do not, Harry. I'm sure I will certainly find out, in a few years. Now, Ron and Harry, we must change your hair colours. James will certainly recognize you two. 

With a flick of Dumbledore's wand,  my hair turned from raven coloured to dirty blonde. Ron's hair turned from bright red to dark brown. 

"You girls do not need a hair or eye change. Hayley, you look nothing like your parents, and Hermione, I doubt that anybody will have seen your parents." Dumbledore said. 

I looked in a mirror standing on the shelf closest to me, and I realized that instead of my mum's bright green eyes, I had dark blue eyes. Instead of Ron's blue eyes, he had bright green eyes. We switched eye colours. 

"Now, we must give you all fake names." Dumbledore said. "Harry, you will be Harry Coleman, Ron, you will be Ron Jones, Hayley, you will be Hayley Garcia and Hermione, you will be Hermione Ray. " 

We all quickly memorized our fake names. Harry Coleman, not Harry Potter.

"Fantastic. Now, you all enjoy your feast, while I work on a way to get you that watch that was left behind in 1996."

"Thank you, professor!" Hermione said thankfully, and we all walked out. 

"Hayley Garcia. Hayley Garcia." Hayley kept repeating. 

We walked into the Great Hall, and Ron nudged me. 'Look, mate! Its you!" 

He pointed to a exact copy of old Harry, so there was only one person he could be. James Potter. My breathing thickened. Before we had a chance to sit at the Gryffindor table, Sirius shouted out, "Oi! James! Look, new kids!! What stuff should we do to them?!" 

I saw Sirius sitting across from my dad, with a few hopeful Gryffindor girls looking his way. Beside him, was a boy with light brown hair, hazel eyes, and scars littering his face. A book was perched in right hand, while he was using his left to fork food into his mouth. He reminded me oddly of Hermione. It had to be Lupin.

Then beside my dad was a mousy, sandy haired skinny boy, who has to be Peter Pettigrew. I heard Ron's fists clench at the sight of 'Scabbers'. 

My dad looked up. "OH yeah! And they're Gryffindor!" 

I glanced at Ron, and he just shrugged. "Might as well sit down." Hayley suggested, and Hermione nodded. We took the empty seats next to Peter. 

"Excuse me." My dad started. "Who are you?" 

I blinked. I forgot my fake name. "Oh hi!" Hermione covered for me. "I'm Hermione Ray, and these are my friends Harry Coleman, Hayley Garcia and Ronald Jones." She pointed to each of us. I smiled at my dad, as did Hayley and Ron. 

My dad's eyes narrowed. "I'm James Potter, some might say the king of the school." 

Sirius snickered. "Nobody calls him that except for himself." He stuck his hand across James. "I'm Sirius Black, the most handsome kid in school." 

I shook it, and Remus snickered. "Ha ha. He calls himself that. I'm Remus Lupin." He said with a smile. Hermione's eyes flew to his book. 

Sirius chuckled. "The nerdiest guy here." 

Remus swatted his arm. "Not true." 

James pointed to Peter. "This little mousy boy here is Peter Pettigrew." Peter shyly waved. I was tempted not to wave back, but I just mustered a smile and waved back. Ron didn't wave, but Hayley and Hermione did. 

Sirius noticed Hayley right away. "So....." He started. "You said your name was Hayley?" 

Oh no. My godfather was going flirting with my best friend. Hayley took a piece of chicken before she answered. "Yes." 

Ron and Hermione realized what was happening, and tried to signal to Hayley with their eyes. My dad and Peter looked amused; Ron and Hermione must have looked crazy. Even Remus looked up. 

Hayley still didn't realize a thing. Hermione tried a different tactic this time. "Soo...." She started. "What year are you guys in?" 

"Sixth." James replied. "You?" 

"Same." Ron answered. "Er- we're the most...sixth years you'll ever find." 

I cringed. Why did Ron have to be so....awkward?? Hermione nudged him. Then Ron did what Ron did best: when things were awkward, eat. 

"How come you are new?" Sirius asked, still looking at Hayley. I averted my eyes. Before Ron could say a cringe answer, Hermione spoke. 

"We're from Beauxbatons." She said promptly. "Except it got too...annoying, so we asked our parents if we could come here." 

James blinked. "Can you speak French?" He asked eagerly. I tried my best at attempting French. "Er- bonjour, James. Jaime apple Harry. Uh- Two et eatting?" 

Hermione stifled a laugh with a cough. She had been to France before; she was better at it than me. 

All the Marauders were giving me weird looks. Hermione cut in for me. "He gets flustered when he meets new people." She explained. "Bonjour, je suis Hermione. Comment vas-tu aujourd'hui?" 

My dad looked impressed. "Oo, you're good!" 

"Thanks. But really, its very simple French." Hermione said politely. She definitely was the best at acting French. 

"Could you teach me French?" Remus suddenly asked, lowering his book. I got a full view of his face. There were scars littered here and there, but otherwise, he looked pretty energetic. The full moon must have not been for another couple of weeks. 

Hermione looked surprised. "Sure, why?" 

Ron wasn't paying attention to our conversation; his only interest was his chicken. Hayley was also eating, but Hayley was at least listening. Sirius had broke eye contact with her, thank goodness. 

"Just want to learn a new language." He shrugged. Hermione seemed intrigued, but didn't question it further. "Ok, meet me in the library after dinner. Bye, see you soon!" Hermione didn't even eat anything. As she stood up, she whispered into my ear, "I'm going to search the quidditch pitch for the watch," And she sent a smile to Remus, and walked away. 

"ooo, has Remus got a crushhhh?" Sirius teased. Ron suddenly looked away from his chicken. He stared at Sirius. 

"No," Remus said quickly. "All I did was ask her to teach me French."

"Yeah, but why only her?" James asked suspiciously. "What about that Ron dude, or Hayley?" 

"Hey, I'm right here!" Ron exclaimed heatedly. "Yeah, yeah." My dad waved him off. "Obviously Harry is really bad at French." 

"Yeah, I am. One of the reasons I switched." I agreed, hoping it added a little more to the story. 

Hayley had been skiing with Hermione in France before, so she added, "Harry and Ron aren't that good. Hermione and I were the best." 

Sirius crossed his arms. "Demonstrate." 

"Bonjour Sirius, tu as l'air plutot bizarre aujourd'hui. Vous n'avez pas non plus touche une bouchee de votre nourriture alors vous voudrez peut-etre manger quelque chose. C'est bon francais??" Hayley challenged. 

*Hayley said, "Hello Sirius, you're looking pretty weird today. You also haven't touched a bite of your food, so you might want to eat something. Is that good French??"*

Sirius's mouth dropped open. "You are officially better than Hermione." He stated. 

James and Peter looked at Remus. "You could've asked Hayley! Why only Hermione?" Peter asked. 

"I didn't know Hayley could speak French." Remus replied. James whacked him on the shoulder. "You idiot! They went to Beauxbatons!" 

Remus shrugged. Sirius looked at Ron. "Is Hermione a bookworm, top of her class, the brains of the group?" 

Ron nodded. "Totally. Studies all the time, she got like, eleven O.W.Ls, and she and Hayley are the 'ones who make sure we don't do anything stupid and get ourselves killed in a totally unheroic way.'"

James laughed. "See, Moony? You have a crush." 

Remus blinked, blushed, then started reading his book again. 

Ron, Hayley and I glanced at each other. "Er- we have to talk to Professor Dumbledore about...our sleeping arrangements." I said nervously. "See you guys around." 

We stood up, and Ron quickly shoved a Yorkshire Delight into his mouth. "Ew, Ron!" Hayley exclaimed, and Ron shrugged. 

I sighed internally. Between secret crushes, fake French personalities, and seeing my dad and Sirius alive, I was tired. But we still had to find Hermione. 

We just walked on to the quidditch pitch, and started looking for Hermione.