James Potter and the Reversed Time-Turner

I natt när jag gick på toa fick jag världens idé till en fanfiction, och på grund av att jag älskar marodörernas namn på engelska så har jag skrivit på engelska, och hoppas att ni kanske tycker om det. Min engelska är inte perfekt, men jag fick A på att skriva i skolan så vi kan ju hoppas på det bästa i alla fall!

When James Potter woke up, he remembered nothing more than a strange dream. He also had this really awkward feeling that it was more than a dream, but couldn't’t start thinking more deeply about it before another thought poppep up inside his head. ‘Where am I?’ He noticed that he was standing in the middle of one of the corridors at Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry. ‘How did I get here?’ he panicked a bit, but realized that panicking wouldn’t help him. Instead he looked around and saw that the corridor was filled by people that walked, talked and didn’t notice James at all.
James on the other hand, noticed them and he could directly say that he didn’t recognize either one. He was really confused but decided to walk with the flow, and so he did. However, he thought, this must be one of Sirius’ pranks. And a rather bad one, one of the badest he has ever done to me... In the first second, James had been up in the Gryffindor Tower with his best friends, Sirius, Remus and Peter, and in the next second, after he played with that weird necklace thing Sirius took from en third year girl in Hufflepuff, he had ended up here. All alone.
James couldn’t think of any better idea than just walk to the next lesson and meet up with the other boys there, and after some hard thinking, Remus was the one who knew their schedule by heart, he decided that Potions with Professor Slughorn was the right.
He headed to the dungeons, not thinking to much about what had just happened, just to notice that the class already had begun. James opened the door with one hand and where just to make up en excuse to Slughorn about why he was late, but Slughorn wasn’t there. Neither was his friends. A class full off people he didn’t know looked on him with surprised faces, and the man that probably was the teacher, he was sitting behind the teacherdesk however, looked too old for being a student but too young for being Professor Slughorn. Instead of being fat and kind-looking, this man was rather skinny, and when James’ eyes landed on the mans black, greasy hair, he knew for shure who it was. But he didn’t look exactly like the Snape that James knew, because this one was not a student. He was grown-up.

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Snape leaned forward over the desk he was sitting behind and looked at James with his dark eyes.
“Mr Potter,” he began, “What exactly are you doing here?”
Some of the people in the room started to giggle, but one of them that hold a straight face was the boy sitting closest to where James stood.
“Hey Potter,” the boy waited for James to look at him, and James didn’t make him disappointed. “How's your muggle mum? What was her name again... Lily? Lily Potter, was that so? Oh Potter, is she dead?” the boy was vary pale, had blond hair that was licked against his head and grey eyes that seemed to see right through James. “Have you lost the power of speech?” he grinned widely.
James didn’t answer to that either. He was vary confused. His mum wasn’t a muggle, and her name wasn’t Lily Potter. And, how did this boy know who he was? James were just to say something really mean back to the boy when he got interrupted by Snape.
“Please be quiet, Malfoy,” he said to the boy and turned to face James. “What are you doing here?”
“That’s non of your business,” James said calmly. He didn’t really know how to act right now, because he suddenly felt that this wasn’t a prank anymore.
“Don’t dare make a fool of me!” Snape spat back, started to get angry.
“I wouldn’t dare make a fool of you, Snivellus,” James smirked. Snape’s eyes narrowed and he took three long steps forward and pushed James against the cold stone wall next to the door. Snape’s black eyes met James’ hazel-brown, and he dropped James to the ground. He looked at him with shocked eyes and as soon as James stood up again he grabbed the sleeve of James’ school robe.
“Class’ over,” he said and the pupils started to pack their belongings. Without another word, Snape walked out to the hallway, dragging James behind. He walked fast and James stumbled on the uneven stone floor as they went up the stairs. Snape stopped in front of a gargoyle. The gargoyle jumped aside when Snape said the password “Butterbeer,” and a moving stone staircase appeared. Snape pulled James on the stair and didn’t answer when James’ asked what the fuck he was doing.
“Come in,” a gently voice said when Snape knocked on the door on top of the stair. James recognized the voice, it was Dumbledore, the Headmaster. Snape opened the door and released James from his tight grip. They walked in to the headmaster's office. It was a large circular room with many windows and many portraits of old headmasters and headmistresses who had ruled over Hogwarts a long time ago. Dumbledore himself sat behind his desk in the middle of the room, smiling friendly. Dumbledore had long, white beard and hair that surrounded his face. His eyes was blue and slightly sparkling behind the half-moon shaped glasses that sat on his nose.
“Severus, and Mr Potter! What a nice surprise,” Dumbledore greeted them.
“This is James Potter, sir,” Snape interrupted.

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“This is James Potter, sir,” Snape interrupted.
“Oh, I know,” Dumbledore kept his friendly smile and stood up. “I’m not stupid, you know.”
He looked at James, who felt quite uncomfortable because he didn’t know what was happening, and put his head askew. “What on Earth are you doing here?” he asked, sounding a little bit worried. James smiled at him.
“I have no idea,” he answered and after a while when nobody said something he told them the short story how he suddenly woke up in the corridor and just walked to his lesson.
“What did you do before you came to the corridor?” Dumbledore asked thoughtfully.
“Er, like i said, I was in my dorm with Sirius, Remus and Peter... Me and Padfoot planned our next prank on Snivellus here,” he gestured towards Snape who grimaced badly, “While Moony helped Wormtail with his homework.” James didn’t know if Dumbledore understood the nicknames that he and his friends had made up for each other, but since the Headmaster didn’t ask about them he took that as he understood anyway.
“What did you do? Where were you, on the floor or on your bed? This is a mystery, if you want to know how this could happen then you must tell me everything.”
“Excuse me sir, but what has happen?” James didn’t understand what ha was talking about. “All I know is that I suddenly stood in the corridor instead of my dorm and that Snape is older than usual,”
“You’re in the future, James. It’s year 1995 now, and your son Harry is in his fifth year here at Hogwarts.”
James didn’t know what to say. The future? That was freaking awesome! He could just think about Sirius’ face when he comes back and can tell him... ‘If I can get home, though,’ he thought.
“Do I have stay here forever?” ha asked, worried.
“If we understands how you got here in the first place, probably not,” Dumbledore smiled.
“I played with a necklace, if that is helpful? James acknowledged.
“How did it look like, and how did you get it?” Dumbledore seemed to be thinking.
“It was like a hourglass inside these little circles and I just sat on my bed, turning the hourglass up-side-down and round. I think Sirius stole it from some girl, but I’m not sure...” in fact, James was one hundred percent sure, but he didn’t want it to sound like Sirius was a bad guy, even if he actually was - sometimes.
“That sounds like a Time-Turner,” Snape said to James’ surprise, as he had almost forgotten that he was still there.
“Yes, it sure does,” Dumbledore said dreamily, as if he was thinking very hard at something and just agreed even if he didn’t really hear what was said. Suddenly he shaked his head and came back to the reality. “That must have been a Time-Turner, Mr Potter,” he said. James, who didn’t really know what a time-turner was, just nodded as agreement.
“Sure,” he said.
“But I just thought that Time-Turners could travel you back in time, not forward,” Snape said.
“I thought so too, but this one maybe was special? Either way, I think that it can take awhile for me to found a way to travel you back. You can live in the same dormitory as you did before, but I warn you, don’t tell more people than necessary that you’re Harry’s dad. I’ll tell the teachers. Now, off you go, and remember to have fun! In fact, I think that if you and Harry get close to each other, you can follow him home at the Christmas-holiday. Good luck!” Dumbledore waved away James with one of his hands and started to talk intensive with Snape as soon as James reached the door and no longer could hear what was said.