Back In Time To Save The Marauders

Now that we're here ...

They were stumbling through the apparently deserted corridors of Hogwarts. In one hand, Harry clenched his map; in the other he held Ginny's. Hermione was walking in between Fred and George, Fred on her left and George on her right. Every time a noise sounded, she jumped, stumbling into one of the twins, who would then gently nudge her upright. But then they heard it. A soft, wheezing grunt and the shuffling of feet. "I'll catch those naughty students my sweet."

They looked at each other in panic, before they acted. Harry grabbed Ginny's hand and the two thrust aside a tapestry and disappeared. Fred and George knew of a secret passageway to their left, but Hermione didn't, so they each grabbed an arm and practically carried her to the passageway. It was smaller than Hermione would have liked, and she was pressed up against a wall, and Fred, with the warmth of George somewhere behind her. Clearly, the little corridor was blocked off, but had been clear when they were at Hogwarts, around twenty years into the future. It did make sense, she thought. And it gave her a good opportunity to get close to Fred. She could feel his breath on her neck as he was bent over to avoid the roof hitting his head. It looked very uncomfortable. A couple of minutes later, Hermione could hear Filch's wheezing breathe pass their cramped hiding spot. Holding her breathe, Hermione slowly counted to 100, and then 50 just in case. The coast was clear. Slowly, she shifted out of Fred's warm arms (when did they wrap around her?) and poked he head out the passageway. Opposite her, but a bit further up, she saw Ginny doing the same thing. Upon seeing no caretaker or prefect (or cat), she slipped out of the hiding place. Twenty excruciating minutes later, they arrived at Dumbledore's stone gargoyle, and began to guess at the passwords.

"Treacle tart? Bertie Botts every flavour Beans? Droobles best blowing gum? Canary cream? Oh wait, they're not invented yet. Pumpkin pasty? Cauldron cake? Chocolate frog? Liquorce wands –aha!" As someone shouted out liquorice wands, Dumbledore's gargoyle swung aside to let them in.  

As they rose upwards on the magical, spiralling staircase, they were all occupied  by their thoughts and remained silent. They knew that defeating Voldemort would not be easy, but it was the only thing they could do. There was no sense in letting more people die than had to. Hermione was also preoccupied with the conundrum she had been thinking about for ages. If they manadged to defeat Voldemort, and Harry lived a normal life, would they ever go back into the past and kill him? 

But there was no time to worry about things she couldn't change, especially as they had reached the top of the stairs. Taking a deep breath, Harry knocked.

"Come in," A mild voice called. 

They entered, and saw Dumbledore behind his desk, staring at one of his many instrumunts and devices that littered his room. He didn't seem surprised to see them, instead waving his wand and making five comfy, spotted armchairs appear. In silence, they all took a seat and waited for someone to speak. It was Dumbledore who broke the silence.
"So you five have illegally, and against my wishes, come to the past where you hope to kill Voldemort, despite the fact that future me knows more about how to kill him than present me and you."

Hermione bowed her head, ashamed. She could see Harry doing the same - Dumbledore had always been a sort of mentor and grandfather figure for him. However, Ginny, Fred and George all lifted their heads up high. 

"You expect us all to just lay down our lives for the greater good and be part of your massive chess game when we actually have the chance to do something right for once and save someone's life?" Ginny snapped at him. You could read the fury in her eyes. 

"We've lost family members to this war - almost everyone has. And you have had the key to stopping this dratted war for years now but you don't." George has risen even higher in the chair and was staring straight at Dumbledore, who was looking suddenly very intersted in the wall above his head. 

Fred went next. "You know that Voldemort has hocruxes, you know he is trying to become invincible, and yet even with thirteen years of peace you still make no move to track them down? And we know you put the philosophers stone in Hogwarts to see if Voldemort was out there and watching - or you will - and yet with three or four years warning, we aren't even one step closer to killing him."

Dumbledore swallowed. Sometimes staring down a Weasley could be as scary as staring down their mother. He met Harry's green eyes - the same eyes as Lily Evans, or rather Potter now, and something inside him cracked. Maybe this could be for the greater good?

"Fine." His voice cracked slightly. "Fine. I will send you five to live breifly with James and Lily Potter. I assume you know what to do? They can be trusted, but I would prefer it if you didn't tell them about the horcruxes."

They all shared a look. They would be telling James and Lily what they wanted. 

"They are not in hiding right now, as you have not been born and they are just married. If you would all throw some floo powder in the fire and say "Godric's Hollow,". Thank you."

Dumbledore went first, to alert the Potter's about their house guests. 

"Well, this is it." Harry murmured, and Ginny reached for his hand and squeezed it. He stepped forward, and threw the powder into the fire place, shouting Godric's Hollow as he went. When he stumbled out of the floo, ash all over his clothes, he could instantly feel the emptyness of his mind and magic. It wasn't that he couldn't feel his magic; rather, he couldn't feel Ginny. He shrugged off the discomfort and looked around. Dumbledore was seated quite comfortably in a pink armchair (Harry guessed he had conjured it himself) but the two people next to him were standing, and staring at Harry in shock. 

Suddenly, he felt the incoming power and golden glow of Ginny somewhere behind him, and stepped out the way of the fireplace just as it glowed green and Ginny stepped out. The others quickly came after, and Lily seemed to have recovered, offering everyone a seat and some refreshments. As she walked by James, she smacked him on the back of his head and broke him out of his daze. 

"It's lovely to meet you," He said. "I'm James Potter. Who are you?" 

For the first time, Harry stared his father in the eyes, before grinning and saying, "Harry Potter."

A/N You will have to wait a bit mor to see Harry's parents reactions. If you have any ideas, please comment. If you want to check out my other story, I would greatly appreciate that. Once more, I don't own Harry Potter. Thank you!