Stepping Through Time

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Hi! I am Bookworm310 and this is my first story! Plz review and if you have any questions i'll try to clear things up. I am sorry if you get confused. Anyway, you probably don't want to hear me babble, here's the story!

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Remus looked across the Gryffindor house table to where James and Sirius had their heads bent together and whispering. Rolling his eyes he said "Couldn't you at least wait until everyone is sitting down before you start trying to find us ways to get in detention?"

Looking around the two of them realized he was right, people were still walking through the doors to their tables. Pouting they turned back to Remus and spoke together. "But then how can we remind them of our awesomeness after a long Marauder free summer holiday?"

"Easy, you don't" Remus replied. It was a kind or welcome back ritual that had started back in second year. It wasn't funny but it was still fun.

Simultaneous gasps met his ears. "Moony! This is against the Marauder code! How dare you!" Rolling their eyes James said "I can't believe we used to think this was funny."

"I know, we're the Marauders we are supposed to be funny. Hey where's Wormtail?"

"Here!" came an over excitable voice next to Remus. "I've been here the whole time."

"Oh, didn't see you." Sirius replied dismissively. Turning to James he started whispering in his ear again and a broad grin started across James' face.

Sighing Remus turned towards the door as it opened and followed the first years with his eyes as the trickled through. James and Sirius kept whispering and Wormtail just sat quietly watching the two of them. Nothing extraordinary happened during the sorting and he clapped politely every time they were joined by a new housemate. After the last new student had sat down at the Hufflepuff table the Headmaster stood and began his standard start of term speech.

"Welcome all to another year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry! I hope you all had a wonderful summer! Now for a few notices, the Forbidden Forest is – as its name suggests – forbidden to all students unless accompanied by Hagrid or a teacher. There a few more items that have be added to the list of banned items outside Mr Filch's door and he has asked me to remind you there will be no dueling in the corridors. Now this year I have as of yet been unable to secure a Defense Professor. It seems the rumors that the position is cursed are running ahead of me." Here a few of the students tittered; they had never held a teacher for more than a year. "As such-,'He broke off and had his wand drawn pointing at the hall doors before the students could blink.

Swiveling around in their seats the student body gaped. The doors had begun shuddering and creaking and those closest scooted away from them. A violent wind picked up and a the shadows seemed to creep toward the centre of the doors. Condensing they swirled around before gaining size until they towered over the Gryffindor and Ravenclaw house tables. Quite suddenly a man appeared. He was had a thick cloak around his shoulders with the hood up so his face was in shadow. He looked around before focusing on Dumbledore when the headmaster spoke.

"Excuse me, but could you explain who you are, and what you are doing here?"

"Woah, it actually worked, ah, didn't think you would remember me. So much for hoping I wouldn't have to explain." He gave a nervous chuckle and scratched the back of his neck.

"Maybe if you removed your hood I would recognize you."

The man hesitated. As he reached up to his hood, two more people came through the vortex. Both were wearing dark cloaks with the hoods up like the first. One stood slightly taller than the other. The shorter of the two immediately started talking to the first.

"Dammit mutt! You were meant to wait!"

"Er… sorry?" the first replied. A glare came from the shorter.

"Gentlemen! If I might interrupt! How did you get past the wards protecting the school? And just who are you?"

"Oh yeah… uh well, behind us this is…ah… how should I put this? Uh…" The taller of the two spoke for the first time.

"It's a portal obviously" the shorter one seemed to be easily annoyed. "The spell came from the ancient texts that were found near Stonehenge"

"Impossible! Those were only found last year and the researchers estimated it could take at least twenty years to decipher it." Dumbledore frowned.

"That's the point they only were deciphered last month. Which to you is 20 years" The shorter smirked back.

"Are you trying to suggest you come from 2 decades in the future?"

"Yep, hang on a second," the taller shuffled around turning out his pockets, "I have papers from the minister… Ah Ha! Here you go!" he held out some pieces of paper to Dumbledore. The headmaster summoned the papers rather than taking them. Looking the papers over his eyes widened. The students waited in silence as the headmaster read.

"This all seems right, very well, I agree." He said. Turning to face the students he announced, "Students, this year we will have a few people guard the school while doubling as the Defense professors. And as you probably heard these three men along with another few that have yet to come through are from the future and will be your guards."

"But Professor! Time travel is impossible!" The cry belonged to Lily Evans, the smartest witch of her age, many said.

"Ms. Evans I assure you I thought so to until a few minutes ago. You see, these papers are signed by the minister, and that alone cannot be replicated, due to protection spells, also, any paper that bears their signature has spells so that it can only show the truth. It is a standard letter and contract that the minister uses."

"Oh…"

"Well! Gentlemen, would you like to introduce yourselves? I must confess I am quite curious as to your identities."

The three strangers shuffled for a bit then the first man straightened. "Of course, I will go first then, My name is Sirius Black and my companions are Remus Lupin and Severus Snape!"

With that declaration they yanked of their hoods. Everyone gaped, for there were the older versions of three of the seventh years.