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It was 1976.
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The students of Hogwarts had just come back and were buzzing with joy. All chattering and smiling. Over at the table of brave lions were the self proclaimed Marauders: James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and Petter Pettigrew.
James and Sirius were in a very deep discussion about how they should try and kill Mrs. Norris, Mr. Filch's pesky cat. This would be attempt number 78.
Remus was reading a book, pretending that he wasn't listening to their conversation. He doesn't plan on getting another detention. At least, not yetโ the year just started.
Peter Pettigrew kept trying to steal the chocolate Remus kept in his bag, only for him to get hexed when he got too close. He's been trying for 20 minutes, not caring about the fact that his hair is sticking up and has turned blue, his hands are covered in worts, and his robes are pink.
Far across the table, Lily Evans and Marlene Mckinnon were talking. Marlene was trying to convince Lily to do something fun with her while Lily kept saying she had work to do, despite it being the first day back.
Over at the table of cunning snakes, a 'Muffliato' had been casted. It was the only way they could talk about him. They were talking about his plans and multiple ways they can torture Dumbledore after they take over.
Everything was normal.
... Until the Great Hall doors opened with a bang, multiple people walking through.
Standing there were the Potter's, Black's, Malfoy's, Lestrange's, Tonks', Weasley's, the Prewett Twins, the auror Alastor "Mad-Eye" Moody Auror, and a few members of the Ministry. All of them were complaining and grumbling.
The Marauders glanced at each other, silently asking if any of them knew what was happening. When they all shook their heads, they focused on what was going on in front of them.
"Welcome guests. May I ask what you're doing here?" Dumbledore said as he stood up with a smile, trying to keep us his grandfatherly act and not show his annoyance. Although, some people could still see it. His eyes were slightly twitching and he was gripping his beard.
Fleamont Potter, James Potter's father, was the first to speak. "All of us appeared outside of Hogwarts. Were you not the one to bring us here?" When Dumbledore looked just as confused as they did, they all took out their wands. Preparing for an attack.
"CONSTANT VIGILANCE!" Yelled Mad-Eye Moody, scaring several people. Many of them raised their wands to him. When nothing else happened after a moment, they put their wands down. Everyone glared at him and his "unnecessary" action.
Dumbledore was about to say something when a letter poofed into the room, right in front of Minerva McGonagall. McGonagall shared a look with Dumbledore before checking the letter for anything dangerous. When she found nothing, she opened the letter, ignoring Dumbledore who was trying to take it from her.
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Dear students of 1946 and 1976,
I know you may find this very hard to believe but this letter is from the future.
There is another Wizarding War and those that hadn't died, barley survived it. There were so many losses and events that could have been avoided. Which leads us here.
We want to change the future, make it better. Save everyone we've lost.
We have collected are memories and put them together to make a film. There are a total of eight films being sent back. You need to watch. Please. We need your help.
From,
The Future.
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It was quiet, no noise in the hall. "There's no way there's another war....Right?" All of them think.
Orion Black broke the silence by scoffing, "I'm not falling for this stupid prank." He rolled his eyes before walking to the doors. "Damn it!" As soon as he touched the handle a painful volt of electricity shocked him.
Another note poofed in front of McGonagall as he turned around glaring.
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Did you have to do that Orion Black?
We were trying to be nice about it, but since you left us with no choice we magically locked all the doors and windows. The doors will unlock if you have to go to the bathroom.
Your wands from this point on are ineffective unless we say so.
No one is leaving. Not until the movies are over. So I suggest you get comfortable.
From,
The Future.
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As soon as the letter was over the room was filled with a puff of smoke, making everyone cough. Once it cleared they could see the room transformed, changed into something much more comfortable and relaxed. Bean bags and couches replaced the tables. Pillows and blankets filled up most of the space left.
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The guests sigh before sitting near their families or at their old house. The Potter's, along with the Weasley's and the Prewett's, sat on the Gryffindor side of the room. The Tonks sat on the Ravenclaw side. Mad-Eye Moody and the Ministry members sat on the Hufflepuff side. The Black's, Malfoy's, and the Lestrange's sat on the Slytherin side.
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Many people glared at Orion but before they could say anything there was another poof. Right next to McGonagall were, as they said, eight films. "How do we know if it's showing us the truth?" A Ravenclaw asked, making a lot if people blink. They didn't think about that.
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McGonagall looked at the films for a moment before taking her wand and checking to see if there were any spells that could show them anything untruthful. Green fireworks shooted from her wand, signalling that there weren't any lies in the films. McGonagall turned to the Ravenclaw, repeating the information loud enough for everyone to hear.
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After thirty minutes of trying to set it up, they finally figured it out.
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Dumbledore smiled. "Shall we get started then?" While on the outside he looked like a nice old grandfather, on the inside he was smirking. "This will be a great way to see if my plans work and I can get rid of any interference."
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After getting nods from everyone, McGonagall started the first film. The screen was black before it started loading. Once finished it showed the words:
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Tom Marvolo Riddleย