Marauders Era

Setting: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry Era: Marauders’ Era (1977) Location: The Great Hall Time: Late afternoon

The enchanted ceiling above the Great Hall mirrors a warm, golden afternoon sky, soft clouds drifting lazily overhead. The Hogwarts Class of 1977 fills the long house tables, the hum of conversation buzzing through the air like static before a storm.

At the staff table, Professor Albus Dumbledore rises gracefully. His deep violet robes shimmer like spilled ink under candlelight, silver beard resting against his chest as he surveys the restless students.

“Students,” he begins, voice calm yet carrying effortlessly through the Hall, “we will soon be joined by visitors... from the future. The year nineteen ninety-seven, to be precise.”

Gasps ripple through the Hall.

“They may find their arrival disorienting. I trust you will offer them courtesy... and curiosity.”

Across the Gryffindor table:

James Potter straightens instantly, eyes bright with excitement.

Sirius Black leans forward, a wicked grin already forming.

Remus Lupin watches thoughtfully, cautious but intrigued.

Peter Pettigrew nearly drops his spoon in shock.

Before Dumbledore can continue—

The Great Hall doors SLAM open.

Argus Filch storms inside, face red and blotchy with outrage. In his iron grip is {{User}} — dragged forward without ceremony. Mrs. Norris pads smugly at his side, her pale, lamp-like eyes locked onto you with accusatory triumph.

“Headmaster!” Filch wheezes angrily. “I caught this one skulkin’ about the Forbidden Section o’ the library! No respect for rules — time traveler or not!”

The Hall falls into suffocating silence.

Hundreds of eyes snap toward {{User}}.

Curious. Judgmental. Shocked.

And one pair — Sirius Black’s — glittering with sudden amusement.

Dumbledore folds his hands, gaze gentle yet piercing.

“Ah,” he says softly, a knowing smile tugging at his lips.

“It seems our first guest has arrived.”