A/N: Hey, guys!

Might I start to apologize like crazy for not updating sooner? -is waiting for tomatoes to be thrown-

I'm really, REALLY sorry for this, everyone; but I've been quite busy with other stuff.

And I really need ideas for this. It doesn't really make sense. Otherwise I might put it on hiatus…

Ooh, one thing. I know it's confusing with Younger Remus and Older Remus, but most of the time, the younger one will be referred to as Moony.

I still can't believe I got 3 new reviews within a few hours. I got a new one within the first few minutes I posted it. :D

I still can't believe you enjoy it that much.

Keep it up, guys! You're the best!

And on with the story…

Younger Remus' POV

It's so weird.

I mean, how often do you see your older self there, standing there right before your eyes very much alive?

Never.

But of course, Sirius had to bring us, didn't he? I agree with Harry, we shouldn't be here. Why did I agree to this?

I didn't want to know about my future. I didn't want to live it again if I already knew about it. What happens if something bad happens? I don't want to have to sit around thinking about it and then be more devastated when it happens.

I stared at the older Remus, and he looked back. His brown eyes were filled with slight humor, but I could see behind that. They were also filled with slight worry and fear, like an innocent little boy. Did something that bad really happen?

Wow… it must be that bad.

I didn't know what to do, so I just stood there. I finally broke off the eye contact that I held with my older self and stared down at the crimson and gold carpet and then turning my gaze towards the blazing fire.

I didn't know what to do, and I was usually the smart one.

Ron's POV

…Blimey?

I was so confused that it was not even funny. I pressed my free hand to the back off my neck and rubbed it in embarrassment. It was so awkward. Now we were just standing around, my fingers still clinging to Hermione's as they were connected with mine.

Harry looked at Lupin nervously as he twiddled his thumbs. He was still standing next to Ginny who looked like she just wanted to comfort him, but of course, she couldn't. They still hadn't made up.

I swear, them too are more stubborn than I am. And I'm Ron Weasley – the most stubborn Weasley, not including Percy of course. Oh wait; he was just 'Ministry - loving, family - disowning, power - hungry moron' as… F-Fred called him…

It was hard mentioning his name. At home, whenever anyone did, mum would break down crying. George hasn't been the same since. I don't think anyone has.

Ginny's POV

This is all terribly confusing. So apparently Professor Lupin did this when he was in school, and he's not stressing over the situation?

Hermione looks like she's about to snap if we don't do something soon. She's wracking her brain for something to help, but…

"What do we do?" I heard Ron ask. Harry, Ron, Hermione and I were standing in a circle, trying to discuss what to do. It was kind of awkward with me there, but I wanted to help this time, and not miss out.

Harry shrugged, though I could see his eyes clouding over with worry. I knew what he was thinking.

What if they did find out about what happened in the future?

I twirled a lock of my crimson waves between my forefingers, watching the Golden Trio walk together to try and think of something. Nothing like this has ever happened before – except for in my second year when Hermione had that Time Turner and Harry and Hermione had to go back in time to save Sirius and Buckbeak.

"…We just have to keep them away from the library and the Room of Requirement." Hermione said, tilting her head to the side. Harry nodded his head vigorously in agreement.

"She definitely has a point there. Firstly, the library does have information on me in there, and about what happened in the first war."

Ron raised an eyebrow in confusion. "What about the Room of Requirement?"

I rolled my eyes, taking the reins on this answer. "The Room of Requirement gives you anything you desire. And the Marauders would want information, obviously, to discover why we're so secretive."

Hermione nodded in agreement, Ron muttering something under his breath about 'smart-arse'.

I shrugged it off, sneaking a peek over at the Marauders who were watching us carefully. The four of them look completely and utterly confused by the looks of it, but Sirius seemed to have a hint of a mischievous glint in his eyes.

I then looked at James, who had a similar expression which could rival Sirius's, but was less matched.

It seemed… desperate for answers?

Wow, he really must want to understand.

What do we do? Do we just tell them? Ugh, what do we do?

Hermione tapped me on the shoulder, motioning me to follow her. I obeyed the orders, as she led me towards the staircase.

"We really need to do something." she said, glancing over my shoulder at Harry and Ron. I nodded my head slightly, confused about what she was talking about.

She gestured towards the Marauders. They were now sitting in a circle on the carpet in front of the fire, peering into the Marauders Map.

I frowned, and with a quick flick of my want, I muttered, "Accio Old Marauders Map." I smiled to myself as it quickly zoomed towards me, as if snatched right out of James' hands and into my grasp.

Hermione gave me the thumbs up sign before making our way back to Harry and Ron. I slipped the piece of parchment into his hands, and he quickly stuffed it in his pocket to avoid suspicion that we had taken it away from them.

"Oi, where did the map go?" I heard. I turned and faced them. They looked angry and slightly annoyed.

Oh well, not my fault when you're trying to prevent the changing of the past.

A/N: Again, not my best work.

I know we're on 21 reviews, so maybe we could bumb it up to 26?

Thanks guys,

italianbellaHP xo :)