Harry sighed, dodging a curse.

He had imagined his life as a healer differently, had thought he was done fighting (this was why he was a Healer, not an Auror).

Yet, here he was. Fighting for his life yet again.

Why did they have to attack St Mungo's? Why not the Ministry? Or Hogwarts? Or Hogsmeade? Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes perhaps? Or even Taco Bell?

But no, it had to be his workplace! That was most likely the reason, too. Enemies were way to hard to get rid off without fighting (killing), honestly!

Why couldn't they just, like, let him live his fucking life in peace?

His internal monologue was interrupted by a curse in his freaking back!

Hopefully, he'd just die in peace.

Whatever remained of Harry snorted. Yeah, right.

"Hello? Can you hear me? Are you awake? Phemy, he's waking up!" a man's voice shouted. "You gave us quite a scare, Mister. When Milly told us someone just fell from the sky, just outside our wards too, my heart skipped a beat, I swear!"

It seemed like he was not dead. Maybe it hadn't been the Avada Kedavra after all (if he survived the thrice damned curse three times, he would quit everything and hide).

Harry opened his eyes and pushed himself into a sitting position.

"Here drink something. Who are you anyways?" the man in front of him questioned, giving him a glass of water.

Before he was able to answer (his throat had been too dry and he needed to drink something first), five people around the age of nineteen entered the room.

The strange thing was, that they were wearing muggle clothes that had been popular the late seventies.

"So our mysterious guest finally woke up. Im still not sure why we keep him here if we don't even know he's not a Death Eater."

Harry knew that voice, but it was very unlikely for him to be here. Impossible in fact. Simply impossible. Insane too. After all it could not be that he was in the, in the past, without a time turner.

...Could it?

"Because we have no sign to think he is one, we have a number advantage and the world isn't divided into Order Members and Death Eaters, Sirius. I'm Lily Evans, soon to be Potter. What's your name?" the teenage girl with dark red hair asked him.

His weird theory was right! He was indeed in the past!

Now he needed to do some quick thinking, he could not introduce himself as Harry Potter after all.

Evan from Evans maybe… White from Black...

"I'm Evan. Evan Hamish White."

He stayed. They did not kick him out and he had nowhere better to go.

When they asked him what happened for him to fall from the sky, he told the truth, only editing out the time travel and the precise location of the fight.

It pained him to see his parents, Sirius and Remus with the traitor.

Should… should he tell them? Should he warn them?

No, it would be selfish to possibly condemn the lives of countless other people just so he could have his parents.

"What are you reading there Remus?" Harry questioned on his first evening. He had just entered the living room, where everyone seemed to pursue their interests.

He did not receive an answer.

"Remus?"

"You have to be louder if you want him to notice you while he is reading," Sirius advised from his place on the sofa where he, Lily, Fle amont, Euphemia and Pettigrew were watching Jaws (Pettigrew - Peter? - turned out to be totally obsessed with movies of all kinds). Sirius seemed to be writing or designing something too.

"Yeah," James looked up from the table. "Like this. THE LIBRARY IS BURNING DOWN!"

Remus jumped. "Huh? What? Fire?"

James shook his head, laughing uncontrollably. "Nah, Evan here wanted to know what you are reading," he eventually managed to explain.

"Oh." Remus turned to Harry. "Sorry about that. I am reading the third Lord of the Rings book and I only have about fifty pages left, so if you would excuse me?"

"Sure. Sorry." But Remus had already returned to the wonderful world of literature.

"Don't worry, he's like this to everyone," James told him. "Sirius, could you stop writing that ad for a moment? I need to visualize a pose."

"Sure. As long as it is a somewhat normal pose this time."

"It is, I swear," James promised.

Harry went over to the table he was sitting a t and looked at the picture he was drawing.

"Wow, this is good!" Harry exclaimed in surprise.

"It sure is," Fleamont stated proudly. "James is a very talented artist."

"Dad!"

"Don't protest my son. You are and you know it," Euphemia shook her head.

Twenty minutes l ater, when the movie was over, Sirius and Peter were discussing what to watch next.

"Well, I will be going to bed now if you all don't mind," Fleamont said standing up. "Tomorrow is going to be a long day."

"You're right Mr. Potter," Lily agreed. "We should be going to bed now. Most of up have to work tomorrow. No offense Remus, Evan."

Remus shook his head. "None taken."

"What do you work as?" Harry inquired.

"Well, Dad is an Auror, Sirius and me are in training, Mom's a healer, Lily is in healer training and Peter is an intern in the Departement of Security."

There went the argument that Harry's parents would be ashamed of him being a healer rather than an auror. Not that he believed it in the first place.

Three days later Harry heard the sound of a violin or two and decided to investigate.

He found Sirius teaching Lily how to play.

"Good! Just try to make your movement a bit smoother, like this." Sirius demonstrated what he meant.

Lily copied his movements.

"I knew you would be a natural. Oh, hey Evan."

"Hello."

"Hi… this sounded very good," Harry complimented.

"Thank you. Lily is very talented when it concerns music. Singing, playing instruments - or those three she tried so far - and I bet should she finally compose something she would eome famous."

"I'm not even half as good as you are! If I were to compose something no one would want to listen to it!" Lily argued.

"Lily. You have been learning how to play for two weeks. I was forced to learn how to play when I was four," Sirius deadpanned. "And that is a lie. James would listen to it, even if it sounded like rubbish, which it will not."

"Sounds like you have this discussion a lot," Harry noted.

"I do! Not only with her though. Both Remus and James refuse to publish their works and Peter is not sharing his recipes with anyone. That I can deal with though. I love being his taste tester."

"I know James draws, but what does Remus do?"

"He writes," Lily answered. "Very good too from what I borrowed from him."

"It's not borrowing if he does not know you took it," Sirius disagreed.

Then, Euphemia entered the room. "Oh, hello. Sirius, I wanted to remind you that you have a German lesson in an hour."

"You're learning how to speak German?"

"Nope. Ich unterrichte es."

Lily must have seen the confusion on his face. "He speaks English, French, German, Spanish, Italian, Greek and Mandarin even though no one has an idea where he picked the last three up. Oh, and Remus started to teach him Welsh last week."

"And after that I will learn Russian," Sirius stated. "Let's get back to our lesson."

Harry never stopped debating whether or not he should he say these three simple words?

He would save them, but… at what cost?

Neville would surely be suffering his fate. There was no telling who else would die. Kingsley? Molly? Dean, perhaps? Ron? Hermione?

No, he wouldn't do that. He couldn't.

Two weeks after his arrival he started to feel a weird tugging in his stomach. At first, he was able to ignore it, but soon it started to hurt. Harry guessed his stay in 1978 was over.

Which again brought him to his struggle. Was he selfish enough to do this?

Harry came to a final decision.

Yes, yes he was. Even he was allowed to be selfish for once in his lifetime. Heaven knows he had never been before. Or at least not in the time he could recall. He took a deep breath of air and told everyone in the room (everyone under twenty): "Don't trust Peter!"

Before they could do more than look at him confused, he fell unconscious.

German translations

Ich unterrichte es - I teach it.

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