Blast from the Past [Marauder's Era, open]

[Albus Severus Potter]

Al was experimenting again. Trying to create a spell that could heal damage done by Dark Magic, that way he could bring Uncle George's ear back. Thing is, he had no test subject and did not want to hurt himself in the process, until things were farther down the road, that is. "Mutraeterito!" It was a phrase in Latin where he deleted a few letters and combined the two words to make a spell. It had an alright rate of success. It came from mutare praeterito, which meant, mend the past. It had the correct sort of meaning that would either do nothing or mend something. The tip of his wand lit up with a bright silver light and Al sighed. That usually meant it was wrong and nothing was going to come from it. Back to drawing board. Al sat back down at desk in the Ravenclaw Common Room, and set his wand down, picking up his quill. It was still glowing, but that happened before.

Almost an hour had passed and his wand was still glowing. Al sighed and picked up his wand again. "Finis." It was a spell that he had created that would end any spell that lingered on his wand. However, instead of going away, the light grew larger. Al's eyes widened and before he could react, the light engulfed dear young Al making his vision go all bright and the light hurt his eyes. He closed them quickly, trying to prevent damage done to them.

The next he knew, he was waking up back in his desk. A nearby window let the sun through. Al's eyes widened, realizing it was the next day. What had happened before? It was odd. All he remembered was the bright light. Whatever. He'd discover what it was later. Right now, he was probably going to be late for Transfiguration. Without paying attention to his surroundings, Al ran out of the common room, grabbing his bag that was next to the desk he had been at and running down the stairs. It was weird. Hogwarts felt... different than it had been before. Oh well.

Al burst through the doors to the Transfiguration class, though attempted to burst through causing the least amount of attention going towards him. However, when he entered, he realized something was very wrong. "Who are you? Where's the professor?" Al asked. The woman who stood at the front of the class stared at him with the most curious of looks.

"I am the professor. Who are you?" The older woman countered looking at him through the top of her spectacles.

"No!" Albus laughed shaking his head, "You're not the professor. The professor doesn't..." Al noticed the class was full of different people that he didn't recognize. "Oh come on, guys. Disguising yourselves like this? James put you up to it, didn't he?"

"James? James Potter?" The 'professor' asked.

"Yeah James," Al answered shaking his head, "Seriously, all of you, come off it. Remove the spell." Al sounded really annoyed. The class were looking at each other exchanging confused looks.

"This isn't another one of Potter's tricks, is it, Professor McGonagall?" one of the students asked.

"McGonagall? She's retired!" Al nearly shouted before the 'professor' could reply. She was looking at Al with the most curious of looks, a little too preoccupied in her thoughts to answer the student anyways. The class laughed at Al's response.

"I'm curious, Mr... what year do you think it is?" 'Professor McGonagall' asked.

"2020," Al answered, "Come on guys, lay off it. And it's Mr. Potter, Professor McGonagall." Al scoffed. 'McGonagall' looked worried.

"Class dismissed. Read chapter one tonight, we'll discuss tomorrow," McGonagall walked over towards Al and grabbed his arm, "You, Mr.... Potter, come with me."

And so, Al was led by this obviously fake Transfiguration Professor towards the headmaster's office. Well, at least this prank would end here. The fake professor stopped outside the door, ordered Al to stay there, while she went in to talk with the headmaster. Surely James couldn't have gotten the headmaster to go along with the joke. The fake professor came out of the office and ordered Al to go into the office. He did as she said and walked in with an annoyed look on his face. However, as soon as he caught sight of the headmaster his eyes widened and then returned back to normal.

"Oh come on! James did this, didn't he? You're James, aren't you?" Al nearly shouted in annoyance. The man looked just like Albus Dumbledore, his namesake. Their dad had shown them a picture of Dumbledore several times, and Al even talked with the portrait a couple of times. This was really going too far, impersonating his namesake.

"James? I do not believe you mean the James I know," 'Albus Dumbledore' said, "What is your name?" Al sighed. Maybe he should just play along. Or not.

"I am Albus Severus Potter, son of Harry James Potter," Al announced in the proudest way, "Like you don't already know that, James." Dumbledore seemed to be amused at the accusation. Meanwhile, Al was still as annoyed as heck. It was funny for a little bit, but now it was simply ridiculous.

"Albus? So James has a grandson named Albus?" Dumbledore asked.

"Grandson? James is my brother. Well, grandpa was James too, but everyone knows my brother more than granddad," Al replied completely lost now. Was James trying to make him believe he had traveled back in time? Unless... that light... Mend the past? Could he really...? Dumbledore seemed to see his questioning look in his eyes.

"The year is 1976, Albus," Dumbledore informed him, "You have traveled back in time to your father's years at Hogwarts. How did you manage it?"

"I-I was just..." Al began. He trailed off staring at Dumbledore. There was something in his eyes that was definitely not James. Those eyes looked like they were piercing straight into his soul. Al sighed. "Experimenting. With spells. I wanted to find a way to cure damage done by Dark Magic. My uncle, lost his ear, and I wanted to restore it." Dumbledore looked sympathetic. "I used the incantation..." Al placed his wand on the ground quickly. "Mutraeterito." Al picked up his wand again, safe now. "Mend the past."

"I see," Dumbledore said with a nod, sitting down at his desk, "Albus Potter, I believe your spell has placed yourself in the past, with your grandfather. I do not know how to send you back, however, I will attempt all things in my power to discover the way back."

"You have no idea?" Al asked very worried. If he never went back... What would his parents think? Mum? James? Teddy? Scorpius? Rose? He just went missing one day. He knew that he should have been more careful.

"I have a hunch," Dumbledore replied. Al's face grew into a smile.

"Dad always said your hunches were nearly always right," Al replied.

"Oh?" Dumbledore said with a twinkle in his eyes, "I believe that your spell was meant to truly, 'mend the past'. Once you have done that, you might just appear in the future again."

"But wouldn't that change the future?" Al wondered.

"Time works in mysterious ways. Perhaps in your future, you always came back and did whatever it is you were meant to do," Dumbledore explained. Al nodded in understanding... though he only slightly understood.

"Oh... alright then..." Al replied, "So I just go around like I belong and make sure everything I know to happen... happens?"

"Correct, Mr. Potter," Dumbledore confirmed, "I do suggest you... change your name, to help prevent time contamination on a wide spread scale." Al nodded quickly and held his bag close to him.

"I-I don't know what I should go by," Albus admitted nervously, "Would Harry be bad?  Harry... Prewett."

"Excellent name," Dumbledore assured him with a nod, "I'll put word out you are a transfer student. Make it seem like your entrance into Transfiguration was all a joke."

"Alright," Albus replied, "C-could you put me in Gryffindor for now?"

"To see your grandfather more often?" Dumbledore asked with a knowing smile, "Yes. You'll find some Gryffindor robes outside. The password is 'wriggleroot'. You know where to go, I assume." Al shook his head.

"Well, I suppose I better get cracking at mending the past," Al said with a worried smile turning around to exit the room.

"Send Professor McGonagall back in, if you would, Albus," Dumbledore requested.

"Will do, sir!" Al said masking his worry with excitement giving Dumbledore a thumbs up. When outside, he told McGonagall that Dumbledore requested her audience again, and she went into the office. Like Dumbledore said, there was a set of robes not far outside of the door, gryffindor ones. Al picked them up and hurried off to the nearest lavatory and changed into them. Once he was done, Al hurried to Dumbledore's office again, where he picked up his new schedule for this time from McGonagall. The two exchanged a few words, but by this point class was pretty much over, and free time was about. Turns out he slept a lot later than he thought he had.

Al made his way towards the Great Hall, not knowing where else to go. He knew nobody in this time. All he knew were the stories that his father had told him which he had heard from those he knew from this time. Like Remus and Sirius. They were alive in this time. Al could meet them! Meet Teddy's father! Oh, Teddy would be jealous and angry at him for it. Whatever, it was an accident, not like he could control it. Al sat down at the Gryffindor table feeling weird, and out of place, after all, he was truly a Ravenclaw, and only temporarily a Gryffindor for better access to his family and his family's friends.

[Colette Genevieve Griffin]

Cole was bored. She hadn't cursed a single person that day and it felt totally abnormal to her. It was time to ruin someone's day. Somewhere public, where they would be totally humiliated. She thought for a second then began walking briskly towards the great hall, twirling her wand as she went. She hoped to draw inspiration from her muggle studies... the ones she hid from her fellow Slytherin, but so enjoyed doing. Perhaps she would curse someone into speaking only in Old English for a week.. hmm, yes, that would be interesting. She entered the great hall with a swish of her hips. Yes, she hated men, but she oh so enjoyed taunting them with her curves. She strutted down the aisle beside the Gryffindor table and picked her target. A small boy, seemingly out of place. He would do perfectly. She whispered an incantation and with a flick of her wand and a carefully planned trip into his back, the spell was cast. "Excuse you," she snapped at him, as if he were the reason she had tripped, she had to keep up her act, as it was.

[Albus Severus Potter]

Al had been in the Great Hall for all of a minute and he was already in trouble, some how. Trouble seemed to find him everywhere, and whenever he was. Al quickly turned towards the woman who he had apparently made trip and became quite skittish. Women made him extremely nervous. Oh dear. She may be older than him, but he still had trouble with women that were somewhat close to him in age.

"I-I am s-s-so very sorry, dear maiden," Al apologized. Hold on a second. Dear Maiden? Where did that come from? What was wrong with him? "I-I-I hopeth th-thou can forgiveth me. I did not meaneth to maketh thou fall." What? WHAT? What was he saying? What had gotten into him? It wasn't his normal nerves that were getting to him. He almost sounded like he was doing one of those old Shakespeare plays. But there was no one around that would curse him. Plus, what would be the point? To see him talk weirdly. But no one knew him here, so that obviously was wrong. Something had to be wrong with his head.