"Sir?" I asked.
"Yes Remus?" Dumbledore asked.
"Where are we- I mean when are we?" I stuttered.
"A few years into your future."
"How many years?!"
"Yes and you must only complete your, well let me think how to word it, your task." Dumbledore said this is a strange tone.
"Why couldn't Peter come?" James asked.
"Long story short Mr Potter, he wasn't smart enough." Dumbledore replied.
"I still can't believe Dumbledore is still alive." Sirius added.
"Shut up Padfoot." James hissed.
"So Sir, what shall we do?" I asked.
"Go to the room of requirementson the 7th floor, left corridor and stay there, out if the way from other students and professors." Dumbledore instructed us. "You know how to find it don't you."
"Yes sir." I replied. We then left his office and started for the room of requirements.
"Potter?" Someone shouted.
"James don't turn around!" I whispered to him.
"Sounds like Snivells, but older." Sirius said.
"Keep walking." I instructed.
"Potter? POTTER!" As he shouted this we broke into a run.
"The map James, the MAP!" I shouted.
"I don't have It! Padfoot do you?"
"No, I thought you picked it up!" Suddenly I bashed into someone.
"Ouch! Watch where you're going! My father will here about this!" A very blonde boy shouted at me as I ran to catch up with the others.
"And so what!" Sirius shouted. "Come on Mooney run!" He shouted.
"Woah." James stopped at the door of the room we were searching for.
"And we go!" Sirius replied. "This won't be the first time we've entered a dark cupboard together Mooney, but this time don't kiss me alright!" Sirius giggled.
"Who's there?!" Someone shouted in a demanding tone.
"Who's there?!" James replied pretending to be an echo.
"Really Prongs, you think that will work?!" I whisper yelled.
"Oh be quiet Mooney." Sirius yelled.
"You be quiet Padfoot, Mooney just stop flirting, your leading the poor fellow on." James chuckled to himself.
"Did you say Padfoot, Prongs and Mooney?" Someone asked.
"Did we?" I asked. "Where are these voices coming from?" I added.
"Yes. You did. We won't come out unless you tell us your names." A male voice demanded.
"Um, OK. I'm Benjamin Tyler Waywardson, this dark haired chap is Oliver Thomas Posthsilway and the bloke with the messy hair is called Charles Bernard Asscott." I smiled triumphly, but I received a slap in the back from 'Charles' and 'Oliver'.
"What year?"
"We are from 6th year. We are Gryffindors." I replied.
"How'd you get in here?"
"Hey, we told you who we were." Sirius stated.
"Fine, this is Ron, Hermione and I'm pretty sure you know who I am. We're in 4th year."
"Sorry, we're new. Who are you?" James asked a three 4th years appeared from beneath a cloak.
"Harry Potter." I looked at James and Sirius, their expressions mirrored mine, mouth wide open and in shock. "Do I not live up to the rumors? Or are you generally shocked?" Harry asked.
"Did you say Potter?" Sirius asked.
"Yea." James looked at Harry then at Sirius.
"Hey Oliver, Charles I think we got the wrong room-"
"-Potter, Black and Lupin! Or is it Asscott, Posthsilway and Waywardson?" A voice snapped.
"We're not the first ones, I think you've miss read the names." James replied. "Jam, Ollie, let's go."
"Did you call me Jam?" I asked.
"Yea."
"Stop, Dumbledore requires your company." The professor shouted. He looked familiar.
