The Unlikely Marauders - A time travel story

Peter

Peter Pettigrew clutched his textbooks against his chest as he scurried behind McGonagall. He was in trouble, it seems putting an itching spell on a professor wasn't exactly...acceptable.

Professor McGonagall was taking him to see Dumbledore, for his eighteenth offense this year. This was his first time going alone, the other boys had no part in this one.

"You are such a nice boy, Peter," McGonagall said, "I wish you weren't involved with boys like Potter and Black, they're a bad influence on you."

"They're my friends," Peter said weakly.

"I understand that. But just because they are your friends does not mean you should follow their example in everything. They are twelve-year-old boys, not gods for you to worship."

"I know that."

McGonagall sighed, but they had reached the griffin door, "Pumpkin Pasties," She said briskly.

The door opened, and McGonagall and Peter stepped onto the moving staircase, quickly reaching the top.

McGonagall knocked three times on the door.

"Enter," Dumbledore called and the door swung open.

McGonagall had to almost push the small boy in order to get him inside, but soon they were both sitting in chairs across a desk from Dumbledore.

"Sherbert lemon?" he held out a small piece of candy to Peter, who took it hesitantly.

"Now, what happened?"

"Well..." Peter began, "I was--"

Pop.

A young red haired girl appeared in the corner of the library, looking scared and confused.

"Wha--" she began, looking around. "Professor Dumbledore? Professor McGonagall?"

To Peter's great surprise, even Dumbledore looked slightly confused, "May I ask who you are?"

"You know who I am," the girl said, looking even more nervous, "I'm Ginny Weasley."

"I am afraid I am not familiar with a 'Ginny' in the Weasley family."

"Oh." Ginny looked around again, studying everything carefully, "Um, quick question...what year is it?"

"1971." A young blonde haired boy strode into the room, barely glancing around.

"Who are you?" McGonagall asked.

"Draco Malfoy," He bowed, "From the future."

"What...you're here too? How?" 

"I used a time turner. I don't know how you got here."

"Tom Riddle, I guess."

Dumbledore's eyes widened alarmingly, "Tom Riddle, you say?"

"Yeah..."

"It seems we have much to talk about. Sit down, please, both of you."

Two hours later, Dumbledore sat back in his chair, fingertips touching, "I think it would be best if you two stayed here for the time being, while we attempt to figure out how to get you both back to your times."

Ginny and Draco nodded.

"But you will have to go by fake names, as your last names are too well known..."

"But how will we explain our arriving mid-term?" Draco asked.

"You will say that you are transferring from being homeschooled. Your parents were friends."

Ginny snorted.

"And you should probably be in the same house, so you can help each other keep your secret." Dumbledore continued, unperturbed.

"I am not going in Gryffindor!" Draco objected.

"Well, I am not going in Slytherin!" Ginny shot back.

"There are other houses," Professor McGonagal pointed out.

"Yes, yes," Draco looked pained, "I'm not going in Hufflepuff, and Weasley here isn't smart enough for Ravenclaw."

"Excuse me?" Ginny grabbed her wand, "I'm smarter than you."

Draco looked down his nose at her, "You are a Gryffindor."

"It seems I will have to decide for you two." Dumbledore looked over at McGonagall. "Do you think you could handle them?"

McGonagall gave them a quick once over, "Certainly."

"Then you will both be in Gryffindor."

Draco made a noise of protest, and as soon as Dumbledore looked away, Ginny stuck her tongue out at Draco.