The soft ring of a small bell echoed in the silence as the great wooden of the cheerfully lit bookstore opened. Selves hugged the walls and bookcases were arranged in rows, displaying various sized books; all in perfect alphabetical order, all neatly stacked one against the other, all in mint condition. Tables had been set up in the middle of the room, and in the back was a clearing where little kids could quietly play. To Remus Lupin, it was one of the most calming places in the world.

"And just why are we in a bookstore, Moony! Don't you read enough?"

"Well," he thought "it would be calming, if all your friends actually wanted to be there."

Remus turned to his friends, all who looked out of place in the store. There was Sirius Black, looking rather impatient, James Potter, grinning like a fool, and Peter Pettigrew, who looked as confused as always. Of course, it's needless to say that any of them actually read for the fun of it.

Shaking his head, Remus sighed. "Mum left me money to get something for my birthday." Remus explained for the umpteenth time. "I'm sixteen, you know."

"But why would you want a book for your birthday? A book! Why not something from Zonko's? We're running out of stock, we need those things before school starts, you know."

"Correction, you need that stuff, not me. Why don't you go shopping there for your birthday, I'm sure you'll love it." Remus walked over to the Historical Fiction section. "You guys can look for stuff, you know."

James and Peter had already started doing so, James at the Fantasy section and Peter looking at a stand with comic books. After a few moments of glaring, Sirius wandered behind a bookcase, blocking him from view. Meanwhile, Remus was checking out books on sale.

"Let's see, that's about the French Revolution, no thanks, the Renaissance life? No thanks. The rise and fall of Julius Caesar, sounds like something Professor Binns would give us. The Merlin Legend, as if we don't hear enough about him…what's this? Egypt! That's cool. What else…"

Suddenly, there was a loud thud. "OW! What the… oi! Would you look at this!" A moment later Sirius walked in to view rubbing his head, in his arm was seven books. James gave Sirius an odd look when he placed them down on the closest table. Remus started making his way towards them, as Peter, with one last look of longing at the brightly colored comics, shuffled over.

"Padfoot," began James, "just what are we looking at?"

"I saw some books on top of the shelf, and they all fell on my head. But look what they say! Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, Prongs, they are all about this Potter kid."

James sighed. "Pads, I know what your thinking, and I'm sorry to tell you this, but Potter is quite a common muggle name."

"Yeah? Name one."

"I think there was a kid writer named Beatrix Potter, she wrote a story about a rabbit or something." added Remus.

"And besides, I don't have a Harry in the family. Not yet, anyway. But when Evans and I get married…" Sirius rolled his eyes in impatient, and Peter sat down to watch some the show.

"Prongs, the day that you and Lilly Evans gets married is the day when…what's the saying…motorcycles fly!"

"It's when pigs fly, but close." Remus said as he opened the closest book, entitled Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone, letting his two closest friends bicker. For an odd reason, Remus always liked to see who the book was dedicated to. For Jessica, who loves stories, for Anne, who loved them too, and for Di, who heard this one first. Text copyright c. 1997 by J.K. Rowling…..wait a second. "Guys, what's the date?"

James and Sirius gave Remus an odd look, while Peter gave a small start. "Er, isn't June 29th? Yeah, June 29, 1976. Why?

"I'll tell you why!" Slamming the book down, he pointed at the copyright date. "This book has been written in 1997, in the future! And I bet the other ones are too! Look, this one is 1999! And this one, this says 2003! And this one…what?" looking up, Remus saw all his friends giving him weird looks.

"Well," Peter said slowly, "if these books were made in the future, why are they here?"

"By magic, obviously. Peter, sometimes I wonder about you. You are a wizard, right?"

"Shhh, Padfoot, not so loud." James looked over at the muggle shopkeeper, then whispered "do you think we can buy these? If they are from the future, then how much do they cost?"

"We'll find out." and with that, Remus led the group to the counter, James looking thoughtful, Peter puzzled, and Sirius with a serious frown on his face. "Excuse me Ma'am, but just how much would these be?"

The clerk gave a quick glance at the pile of books, and then at a piece of paper on the desk. "'Tis not on the chart, so that would be about twenty pounds, I think." she said.

"Oh, hold on." Taking a worn hand-me-down wallet from his pocket, Remus gave the clerk out the right about of muggle money. "There you go."

Sirius then elbowed his way to the front. "So, miss, have you've been working here long." he said with a charming smile that made the young girl blush. "Because I'll be coming back here later, and I was wondering if I would see your pretty face too."

The rest of the marauders gave a groan and half walked half dragged Sirius across the room and out the door. "Well, I guess this is goodbye, my beautiful flower. Until next time." he yelled as the door swung close.

"Sirius, that's my line, that's what I call my fair Lilly flower."

"Ah, yes, your precious Lilly. How can I forget?" Sirius said in mock scorn.

James ignored him. "You can't use it for any girl you see! In fact, you can't use it for any girl you see!"

"Can we just go back home, guys? I swear, your giving me a headache!" the group then set out over to Remus's house, James and Sirius play fighting, Peter hanging on to every word that they said, and Remus, who's thoughts circled around the strange, mysterious books from the future.

A/N Just so you know, this is my first fanfic, so I know it's going to be rough, so anything would be much appreciated

Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters, I am just here for the fun of it.