I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters affiliated to that world. I do own the plot so don't you dare steal it. My best friend has a torture chamber and I have full access to it.
Prologue
Dorea's POV
My story is a funny one to tell. And a difficult one. It's a story that no one can know because it involves the impossible.
I think it would be best if I introduced myself, my name is Dorea Black-Potter. I am 41 years old and had my first child last year. I named him James Charlus. He's an active little thing. But Charlus, my husband, and I love him very much.
I don't even know where to start. But as my old headmaster once said, 'the beginning is the best place'.
I guess it all started when I was a small girl. I knew that I was different from my family. They always gave me these weird looks. I was the odd one out. They just know how different I was until I went to Hogwarts. I was the bright and clever Ravenclaw. I was the first in my family who wasn't a Slytherin. They didn't shun me after that but I was never totally accepted. I was a troublemaker but not a troublemaker. I was a Ravenclaw and not a Slytherin. But I was happy.
I met Charlus in my Sixth Year at Hogwarts. He was a Gryffindor and I didn't have any classes with him until we reached N.E.W.T level classes. I didn't know what to make of him. He was incredibly bright and charming but he was a ladies man.
I'm really getting of topic here. I guess I'm afraid of revealing the truth in this book. I shouldn't be since I put an Obliviation Charm on it. No one would remember reading it anyways.
I tried to have children for years but I couldn't. Charlus was supportive but I knew he want a son to pass his name to. Then James came and I was happy. But then about fifteen months after James was born I got the shock of a lifetime...
"Charlus I'm going out for a few hours. Keep an eye on James. Do NOT allow him near the broom shed." Dorea called to her husband as she entered the kitchen.
"When you say things like that I tend to get the impression that you don't trust me," Charlus said candidly, as he kissed his wife on the cheek.
"That's because I don't," she laughed a little and opened the door. She screamed as she saw 'James' on the stoop. "Oh sweetie what are you doing out here." Then she screamed again as she looked into the baby's eyes. It wasn't her James.
"Rea, what's going on?" Then he saw that each of them had a near identical baby in their arms. In his shock, he nearly dropped the real James. "Rea, who is that?" he managed to gasp out.
"I don't know. I just found him. One thing for sure, he isn't James. And James doesn't know how to duplicate himself." She put the baby in James' highchair and began to pace.
"Did you look at the note?" he picked up the paper from the floor and opened.
Dear Dorea and Charlus,
I really don't know where to begin but I guess I should start from the beginning. In the near future, there is going to be a Dark Wizard who rises that no one can defeat... until now. When James is twenty, he will have a son, Harry who is now in your care. He and his wife will be murdered by this Dark Wizard but Harry will survive. But it isn't safe for Harry in his time so I decided that I must hide him from everything. He has no where to go in this time but to his mother's sister but I fear he wouldn't be happy or safe their either.
Harry is fifteen months old and was born on July 31st, like all other Potter children. So the boys can be raised as twins with no difficulty. I have also sent a letter to my younger self so Harry will be able to go to Hogwarts when he turns eleven.
I hope that you can love Harry as your own. But please change his name. James will still have the same son and will have to name him Harry.
Sincerely,
Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore
Future headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
The two of them were in shock. The baby was from the future. Their own son was going to be murdered. Dorea was deeply hurting by this news. She was going to lose her baby. She began to cry and she took James from her husband.
"Rea, Look at me. We know the future. We can change things. But right now we have a new son to think about we have to give him a name. Albus is right he can't be called Harry.
"I don't know what to call him. Remember that I had such a hard time with naming James. I wanted to call him Achilles before for you talked be out of it. I still like that name," gave a little sigh.
"Let's name him after my father, Adrian, give him my middle name. So they would both be named after me. This will be little Adrian Harry Potter." He took the two boys and took them to the living room so they could play before breakfast.