The Time Turner

Chapter 8: Familiarity

A/N:- A long chapter! Yayyy!

"Just what is going on in that big head of yours Prongsie?" Sirius asked in puzzlement, trying to make sense of the weird attitude of his best mate, as they prepared for bed.

They had endured enough of James's pretentious talks with his 'daughter-in-law' before they had felt the need to drag his beautiful behind back to their allotted room under the pretense of tiredness and homework. Then, as they closed the door behind them and added the silencing spells, he had proceeded to let them know that he would be 'expecting them to be on their best behavior and not let any words or acts be of any inconvenience to the current Mrs. Potter'.

James just smiled in reply to Sirius's question.

"I'm serious, answer me," his friend pushed on.

Remus watched the two of them carefully as Sirius advanced till he was almost towering over James, who was sitting on his bed.

"We've been through this before," James smirked. "Just because you're Sirius, doesn't mean you get what you want, okay?"

Sirius frowned in confusion before scowling, as realization dawned. "Enough with the puns now. Be serious."

"Okay." James paused for a moment and got up. Facing his friend, he adjusted his face into a horrifying leer and touched Sirius on the shoulder. "Hey pretty lady," he said in a husky drawl.

Sirius jumped back in horror and Remus chuckled.

"What are you doing??"

"He's being Sirius," Remus replied, still laughing.

Sirius let out a long groan.

"Alright, fine, I'm sorry," said James. "Come on Remus, let's get serious though." He got up and quickly tackled Sirius to the ground, landing on top of him with a muffled thud.

Remus's laugh was cut short as the scene transformed. Instead of James being on top of Sirius, the latter was now being tackled by a huge hairy black dog. Padfoot's front paws were resting on James's chest, making movement impossible. The dog leaned forward and let out a growl, effectively drooling all over James's face.

"I give up," muttered James with difficulty, resigning to the beast.

A moment later, Sirius was back as a human and sitting comfortably beside Remus, smirking as James made disgusted faces and tried to wipe the sticky dog saliva from his face.

"Will you talk now?" Sirius asked. "Or do you want some more moisturizer?"

James scowled but did not comment. After making sure that his features were handsome again in the mirror, he turned towards his friends and wondered where to begin. Best make it straightforward, he thought.

"My fellow Marauders, Messrs. Moony and Padfoot, I am pleased to announce that I, James Potter, alias Prongs, previous sole heir of the Potter family... am going to be a grandfather."

The two stared at him for a small moment, not registering his words. "A grandfather..." Remus began, then gasped. "Wow!"

Sirius was stock still, but gradually a smile began to form on his face.

"I know! These amazing genes are going to be replicated into a tiny witch or wizard," said James, staring off into space. "One with my impossible good looks, my charisma, my Quidditch skills, my son's extreme heroism and the patent of the Potter line of witches and wizards: to be awesome!"

Sirius and Remus hid their smiles. "Yeah, you might want to slow down on those list of accomplishments buddy."

James stared at them, and a yawn overcame him as he was about to reply. "You're right, I should stop the list until I've rested myself."