Summary: Lily & James discover a Time-Turner and go forward in time. However, they find out about future events before it was their time to know, starting with when they meet a certain messy-haired Boy-Who-Lived. And everything slowly unravels...
Lily Evans rummaged through the extremely unorganized mass of clothes, personal belongings, and various joke items from Zonko’s. She should’ve known that Sirius Black’s trunk would be just as messy as James Potter’s had been, if not more so. She would be caught red-handed if she kept going at this rate. And she still had two more trunks to go.
Taking a look at the article of clothing that she had stolen from James Potter’s trunk, she didn’t known whether to laugh or puke. It was covered with a bunch of dancing broomsticks yelling, “Shake! Shake! Shake!”
On the one hand, it gave Lily a feeling of supreme satisfaction because it would be on display for the whole school to enjoy. Then again, she had touched James Potter’s boxers. No telling what kind of diseases she would come down with.
Shuddering slightly, she resumed her fruitless search of Sirius’s trunk, hoping to find what she was looking for before the foursome got back. Something almost hidden at the very bottom of the trunk caught Lily’s eye.
She took it out and discovered that it was a small, round object with a dial at the middle and little numbers all around. Attached to it was a thin, silver chain. Lily inspected the strange object, never having seen anything quite like it before. She made up her mind to take it back to her dorm and take a closer look, and hope that Sirius wouldn’t suspect her of taking it.
Lily decided that James’s boxers would have to be enough to entertain the school at the upcoming Quidditch match and made for the door, knowing that the boys could walk in any minute.
Just as her hand reached for the doorknob, the door flung open and knocked Lily to the ground.
“Ouch! You clumsy…” she trailed off when she saw the figure in the doorway. Busted.
James Potter leaned against the frame of the doorway, his arms crossed against his chest, glaring at his archenemy. James and Lily were both in their sixth year at Hogwarts School of Wizardry and Witchcraft, wore Prefect badges, and drew admirers to them by the dozens. But the similarities ended there.
Whereas James was loud and obnoxious, Lily was kind and considerate. James was at the top of his class without trying; Lily dutifully did her homework every night and studied far into the night for tests. James was best at Transfiguration, and worst at Charms; Lily was the exact opposite. James was indiscriminate when picking targets for pranks; Lily targeted James and his prankster group: The Marauders. James went out with practically every girl who wasn’t a Slytherin or too young for him, only to heartlessly dump them in a few days time and move on to the next admirer; Lily tried to let the boys down gently and only go out with those that she liked. James was captain of the Quidditch team; Lily had only been to two games in her life, one because she wanted to hex James and the other because her friends had dragged her to “see the hot guys in action.”
Even their physical appearances were as different as night and day.
James was tall, with a mop of messy black hair that looked like it hadn’t been combed in years, even though he insisted that he tried to fix it every morning. His eyes were a deep, chocolate brown, framed by a pair of black glasses.
Lily was a good few inches shorter than James, with red hair that fell in loose curls around her face. Her striking green eyes had entranced many, though right now they were narrowed to slits, shooting daggers at James.
“Me, clumsy? At least when I pull a prank, I know enough not to get caught!” James scowled at Lily, the dislike evidently on his face. Suddenly, the frown was replaced by a grin when James caught sight of what Lily held in one of her hands.
“Had to bring back a trophy, huh? Why, Carrot, my sweet! I didn’t know you felt that way about me! I’m genuinely touched, really!”
This remark was met by a kick in the shin delivered by Lily. “Don’t make me sick.”
James was about to retort when he saw the object Lily grasped in her other hand. Before she realized what he was looking at and hide it from view, he had it in his hands.
“What’s this?” he asked, turning it over in his hands.
Instead of answering him, she attempted to grab the circular disk out of his hands. She didn’t know what it was, but she would have like to find out on her own.
He refused to give it up, however, and before she could tell him how careless his action was, he took hold of the dial and turned it to the right in almost a full circle.
All of a sudden, both James and Lily felt rather dizzy. The sensation quickly climbed to a splitting headache, and the object they had been fighting over fell to the ground with a clatter, but neither of them took any notice. They were too busy concentrating on the throbbing pain in their heads, which was now approaching an unbearable point. Then, as suddenly as it had begun, the pain ceased.
Lily glanced around the room, half expecting it to be in shambles. However, everything seemed intact and just the way it was before. At least, upon first glance, it did. But when Lily looked again, it was as though everything in the room had somehow rearranged itself and the room seemed...tidier.
Lily shook her head. Impossible. Any room with Sirius Black as an occupant could never come anywhere near tidiness. Still, the room was different. She got up to make a closer inspection, or at least, would have gotten up if she weren’t pinned to the floor by none other than James Potter.
Sometime during that horrible headache, she must have collapsed onto the ground, with James landing on top on her—James, who, judging from the moaning, was still recovering and unaware that the soft pillow he was lying on top of was actually Lily.
That is, until she shrieked, “Get off of me, you big oaf!” Lily forcibly shoved James onto the hard, wooden floor with a thud, brushed herself off, and stood up, wearing a satisfied grin.
James, however, was far from pleased.
“Ow! As if my head didn’t hurt enough already!” He picked himself up from the floor, rubbed his sore head, and straightened his glasses.
“Aw, shut up, you wimp! We have more important matter to deal with.” Lily gestured around the room.
James’s eyes widened. “Whoa! How’d the room get so clean?”
Lily was equally as puzzled. She walked around the room and discovered that all of the trunks looked different. Just as she was about to open the one that was in the same spot as Sirius’s, she spotted a piece of parchment on the floor, which she could have sworn hadn’t been there when she was searching for his undergarments.
She picked it up, took one glance at it, and dropped it onto the floor as if it were on fire.
Startled, James looked up from where he was examining another trunk and ran over to Lily. “What is it?”
Wordlessly, Lily shakily pointed to the piece of paper on the floor, as if afraid to touch it. James was about to made a nasty comment about who was the wimp now, caught sight of her pale face, and decided against it.
He bent down and smoothed out the wrinkled sheet of parchment. It looked like somebody’s History of Magic essay—a poorly written one at that. He couldn’t see what was so strange about it.
He turned questioning eyes to where Lily was sitting on the bed. She sighed exasperatedly and said, “Look at the heading, you idiot.”
He glanced at the top right corner and felt his legs give way. He, too, dropped the parchment and tumbled down next to Lily on the bed. It had read:
December 2, 1997
It was December second, all right. But the December second of twenty years in the future.
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