Prologue

"James Potter, what the hell are you doing?" I hissed, shooting daggers at him through my eyes. He was holding a time turner, and was trying to use it!

"Shut up, Evans!" Sirius Black barked, breaking his concentration on working the time turner to stare at me.

"You're going to get expelled." I said matter-of-factly, folding my arms across my chest. I was in the Gryffindor Common Room, at about one in the morning, with Potter and his minions, Sirius Black and Remus Lupin. Remus wasn't too bad, he wasn't getting involved in whatever stupid plan Potter and Black were trying to execute.

"Come on, Evans," James pleaded, his brown eyes boring into my emerald ones. "It'll be fun," he promised, looking pathetically hopeful.

"It won't be fun if anyone finds out!"

"No one will," Sirius said confidentially. He eyed my skeptical expression and quickly changed tactics. "Don't try to tell me you're not curious how you turn out, Lily."

I sighed and rolled my eyes. Their "master plan" was to use the time turner to go to the future, and see how we had each "turned out," as they put it. I had no idea how they had managed to get ahold of a time turner, they were very, very hard to acquire, not to mention totally illegal for underage wizards. But I was curious. And they said it would be safe…

Merlin, who am I kidding? James Potter and Sirius Black wouldn't know "safe" if it shoved them off their brooms.

"I've got it. It's set!" James cried, leaping to his feet abruptly.

"Bloody hell," said Remus in amazement.

"Brilliant!" Sirius exclaimed.

"Idiots," I muttered.

But nonetheless, I let Potter pull me, along with Lupin and Black, under the gold chain attached to the gold time turner in his hands. Eyes bright behind round frames, untidy black hair messier than ever, he did something to the instrument, and we were spinning into the future.