Summery: Ahhh breakfast. The time to wake up and smell the orange juice. The time to relax and fill up before another stressful day. Right? Wrong, or at least in Harry's case. What if an innocent 'Special Prize Inside' of a cereal box of 'Wizard Pops' turns out to be a Time Turner, taking Harry, Ron, and Hermione back in time? Say, back to the Marauder Era? And what happens if Ron accidentally broke the Time Turner when they got there? And what would they do if Harry inadvertently ruins his parent's chance of ever getting together; triggering a chain reaction that could unravel the very fabric of the space-time-continuum and destroying the entire universe? Or at least causing Harry Potter to never exist unless he does something about it? Read and find out! Harry Potter/Back to the Future crossover. JP/LE with a little RW/HG thrown in. Rated T just to be safe.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter (though I wish I did), Back to the Future (I wish I owned that too...), Tom Cruise (I'd really rather not own him), Hotdogs (yum), or anything else that's way too expensive for me to own.

A/N: So this is a story I wrote…basically when I was sugar-high. I do love it though. Please tell me what you think. Thanks for reading! Now onto the story!

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It was a fine day at Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The birds were singing, the bees were buzzing, and the Giant Squid was peacefully waving it's tentacles at oncoming birds, flying above the lake.

Almost every student had decided to enjoy the pleasant weather. There were students stretched out on the grassy shores of the lake and even splashing around in the lake, provoking the Giant Squid with house elf-made peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.

And under a certain Beech Tree sat three Hogwarts students enjoying the pleasurable Saturday. One of them, a boy by the name of Harry Potter, was having a rather heated argument with one of his best friends, Ron Weasley. The third, Hermione Granger, seemed to be trying very had not to roll her eyes, having stuffed her face in a very large book.

"Oh come on Ron," said Harry, clearly irritated.

"What?" Ron said heatedly, rumpling his fiery red hair in frustration. "You know that Lynch should have made a double whammy, turned over three times to get a proper triple flip, and then crossed over to a series of 360 degree loops in order to grab the Snitch!"

"No way!" replied Harry, his green eyes flashing angrily. "The proper way to do it would be to mount the broomstick, kick off to the left area of the field, and then dive into the Wronski Feint, therefore seizing the Snitch!"

Hermione seemed to be turning delicate shade of pink. She tapped her finger against her book in annoyance and unable to keep quiet any longer shouted "Oh shut up the both of you! I can't concentrate while you two are screaming at the top of your lungs! I swear I'll never be able to understand Quidditch!"

"Oh, we're not talking about Quidditch…" said Ron mischievously.
Hermione gazed blankly at the both of them for a few minutes and apparently decided that it was safest to return to her reading.

Harry, on the other hand, was staring incredulously at Ron. "I was talking about Quidditch. What were YOU talking about?"

Ron blushed furiously. "What! Oh…well if you have to ask…."

"Oh never mind that," Hermione interjected quickly, apparently coming out of her trance.

Harry still looked slightly shocked, but dropped the subject. "Well, I guess we'd better head down to the Great Hall for lunch."

"Yeah," said Ron, who was still a little pink. "I'm starving."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Ooh, shocker."

"Oh shut up."

"Don't you tell me what to do Ronald!"

"I'll tell you to do whatever I want!"

"Oh, and why's that?"

"Because I'm a MAN."

"I can't believe you would be so sexist!"

Harry was, unfortunately, very used to these frequent arguments about nothing and chose to ignore Ron and Hermione as they continued their fight while heading towards the castle.

As they were walking, Harry started to ponder the way nature and magic worked together to create a satisfactory Wizarding World. He pondered the ways of the evil, the good, the selfish, the stupid, Tom Cruise, and everyone in between. His mind eventually wandered towards the subject of politics and he was feeling extremely proud of himself for being so deep. He also wondered vaguely if he would get expelled for tying Hermione and Ron up and locking them in a closet so that they would learn to finally have a civilized conversation together. Harry sniggered slightly at the thought.

"What are you laughing at!" asked Hermione, clearly annoyed.

Harry thought it best not to reveal his daydreams of Ron and Hermione tied up in a small, dark closet. "Oh…nothing…"

When the trio sat down for lunch Hermione and Ron sat on either sides of Harry and ignored each other. Harry knew he was in for an uncomfortable day, but decided that it was best not to do anything about it until his two best friend's anger ebbed away.

Near the end of the day Harry's prediction came true. Part of the day was uncomfortable and a little annoying with Ron and Hermione snapping at each other. But as the sky grew dark, their irritation ebbed away and they soon found themselves relaxing peacefully in the Gryffindor Common Room. There was hardly anyone in the Common Room, and with no one within hearing distance they could talk in peace. However, they weren't doing much talking, just simply enjoying each other's company.

Hermione was reading a huge book while Harry sat and looked into the fireplace, pondering what exactly a hotdog was really made out of. Ron, on the other hand, was listening to a small walkman with his eyes closed and seemed to be concentrating very hard on what he was hearing from the walkman.

Hermione looked up at Ron and seemed to realize something.

"Ron…" started Hermione suspiciously, "What are you listening to?"

Ron suddenly awoke from his trance and looked as if he'd rather not say. "Um…a walkman?"

"Ron, electronics don't work at Hogwarts! You know that, I told you I've read it in 'Hogwarts; A History'!"

Harry looked up, interested.

"Hermione, Hermione, Hermione…" said Ron, evidently amused. "This walkman isn't electronic; it runs on batteries! Geez and I thought you were the smart one!"

Hermione opened her mouth as if to say something, but apparently decided against it and returned to her reading.

Harry, however, was still curious. "What are you listening to Ron?"

Ron blushed and mumbled "You heard; I'm listening to a walkman. I thought we had already established that."

"You know what I mean."

"Oh…well it's nothing really."

"Aww, come on, tell me!"

"No."

"Come on."

"No."

"You KNOW you want to…"

"No!"

"Please...!"

"NO!"

"Fine, if you won't tell me then I guess I'll just have to take it from you."

Harry lunged at Ron, knocking him off his chair. But Ron was ready to keep the walkman from Harry and clung on to it tightly. Harry tried to pry it from Ron's fingers, but failed. Suddenly, Harry realized that he was, in fact, a wizard and come on, I mean, what are wands for?

"Relashio!" shouted Harry, pointing his wand at Ron's fingers. A spurt of hot air was immediately directed at Ron's fingers.

"OW!" yelped Ron and he immediately let go of the walkman.

Harry used his seeker skills and quickly grabbed the walkman out of Ron's reach and put it on. He heard:
"You are a very cool person.
You make people laugh.
Everyone likes you.
You are extremely smart.
Everyone loves it when you are in the room.
You are really hot.
You are exceedingly good at Quidditch.
Most people enjoy your personality.
Your family and friends are no where near as awesome as you are."

Harry pulled off the walkman, half disgusted and half amused. "Are these motivational tapes…!"

Hermione raised her eyebrows. "Motivational tapes?"

Ron's face was a dark shade of scarlet as he said "Well, my counselor says I need to boost my confidence..."

Harry and Hermione gazed at Ron for a few seconds and all three suddenly decided that it was probably time for bed. It had been a long day.

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Morning came and before Harry knew it, Ron was hitting him with a pillow and yelling for him to wake up. Harry groaned and turned over in his bed, waving Ron away. But Ron was not so easily discouraged. Ron jumped on Harry's bed repeatedly, making Harry fall to the ground with a loud 'THUMP'.

Harry cursed Ron and his future children and sat up, still dazed from his sudden encounter with the floor. Ron just smirked at Harry and sat down next to him.

"So…" said Ron, still grinning like an idiot.

"What are you so happy about?" asked Harry grumpily.

"I'm not the one who dropped to the floor, mate."

"Good point, now shut up."

"Oh, come on…"said Ron teasingly, "So, what do you want to do today?"

"I dunno," said Harry, stomach growling, "Let's have breakfast, I suppose, then we can…well, do whatever."

"Sounds good!" said Ron, jumping to his feet.

"Alright."

"Hey, let's wake up Hermione!" exclaimed Ron eagerly.

"Erm, Ron…I don't think you'll be able to get up there…" said Harry, putting his hand on Ron's shoulder to stop him from running out of the room.

"Why not?"

"Remember last time?"

"Oh yeah…" said Ron, wincing slightly.
"Come on, let's eat."

"Okay!"

They went down to the Common Room, but Hermione wasn't there so they proceeded out the portrait hole.

When Harry and Ron got down to the Great Hall, they found Hermione sitting at the Gryffindor table, captivated by the heavy text book she was buried in.

"Guess who!" said Ron stupidly, covering her eyes with his hands.

"Please Ron, not again," sighed Hermione, removing his hands.

"Dang! She always knows it's me!" Ron said, frustrated.

"Probably because you're the only one who does it to her," said Harry, helping himself to some eggs.

Ron said nothing and instead resorted to piling his plate with hash browns.

As Harry finished heaping his plate with eggs, he reached for the cereal box which was next to the French toast. It was a very colorful cereal box with the words 'Wizard Pops!' imprinted across the front. It wasn't a brand that Harry was particularly fond of, but hey, it was sugar. He was about to pour the sugary, marshmellowy, goodness into his bowl when the words 'SPECIAL PRIZE INSIDE!' caught his eye.

"Hey cool!" exclaimed Harry when he realized that he was indeed the first one to open the box. He never got the awesome prizes inside cereal boxes when he was at the Dursley's; Dudley always stole them from him.

"What's cool?" asked Hermione, peeking over her book.

"I get a prize from the cereal box!"

Hermione rolled her eyes to the heavens and returned to her reading. Ron, however, looked up with interest.

Carefully, Harry reached his hand in the cereal and gave it a thorough search. His hand grazed something hard and surprisingly cold. Harry grabbed it and pulled it out. Ron gasped.

Harry brought out a small gold hour glass-like object hanging from a fine gold chain. It was a Time Turner.

"No way!" shouted Ron, causing several people around them to turn and stare.

"Shh!" said Harry stuffing the thing under the table a giving a huge smile to anyone looking their way.

When people turned around Harry brought the Time Turner out again, but cautiously this time.

"It can't be real, can it?" asked Ron.

"Of course not," snorted Hermione. "It's a fake, it has to be. Why would they give out free Time Turners as a prize inside of a cereal box of 'Wizard Pops'?"

"It might be Voldemort's doing," suggested Harry.

"What? Lord Voldemort, kill Harry Potter with the 'Special Prize Inside!'!" laughed Hermione, "He wouldn't be that stupid. This thing could get to anyone who opened the box first. Besides, we crashed into all the Time Turners in the Department of Mysteries last year, remember?"

"Or DID we…?" asked Ron, shifting his eyes back and forth.

"Of course we did," said Hermione, giving Ron a strange look.

"Yeah…" said Harry, still suspicious of Voldemort's plots. "We did. So this can't be real."

"Or CAN it…?" asked Ron, shifting his eyes again.

"Can it?" asked a thoroughly confused Hermione.

"Well, there's only one way to find out," said Harry, rising from his seat.

"Or IS there…?"

"STOP THAT!" yelled Harry and Hermione at the same time.

"Sorry…"

"Come on, let's test it."