Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns nothing of my stuff!!! Muhaahhaah!!! *men in black suits start walking towards her* Nyahahah! You think that will stop me??? I've got-*whips out flashy red thing from MIB and flashes it. Men keep on coming* damn! You should NEVER trust those people who sell you things on the street! *throws it onto ground* FINE! I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER! *sobs*

Lily Evans woke up to hear a loud crash from the common room. I bet that was Potter. She stumbled sleepily out of bed and down to the room. She could see the back of a messy black head. Ha, I was right. He was arguing with a red-haired freckled boy who seemed vaguely familiar. That must be Arthur Weasley, that sixth year. They were so busy arguing no one noticed her.

She didn't know what they were arguing about, but Arthur Weasley was known to be very lenient, as he was the only prefect who wouldn't give you a detention if you used magic in the corridors. She wondered what James Potter had done to make Arthur so red in the face.

"POTTER!"

The boy with the black hair whipped around. When he saw Lily, he looked as if he had seen a ghost.

"Yes Potter, it's me. What have you done to Arthur? I've NEVER seen him so angry!"

James looked like he was about to faint. He managed to stammer out a few words.

" W-Who are you?"

Lily glared at him. "Who do you think I am, Black or Lupin?" At these words he paled even more. "I'm Lily Evans! How can you be so thick?"

Arthur and James looked at each other, traces of colour gone from their faces. Something passed between them, and at the same time they both said,

"We've got to see Professor Dumbledore."

And bolted out through the portrait hole.

Lily stared after them in shock. Suddenly she heard a noise behind her.

"Evans!" called out an annoying cheerful, all-too-familiar voice. "Glad to see you could join me here!"

James Potter was standing on the staircase to the boys' dormitories, a stupid grin on his face. Lily keeled over in a dead faint. James frowned. Was his hair really that bad in the morning?

Harry glared at Ron. " If you hadn't taken out Hermione's time turner, we wouldn't be wherever-er-whenever we are!"

Ron glared back at Harry. "Yeah, well, if-if you hadn't snatched it out of my hands-"

Harry snorted. "Snatched it out of your hands? You threw it at me!" Ron was turning a dangerous shade of red. Harry was about to end the fierce whispered argument with, "Ha! I'm right, aren't I?", when he heard a voice behind him.

"POTTER!"

He spun around quickly. The same green eyes he saw in the mirror every day glared at him. A girl stood behind him, long red hair tangled from sleep. That's not possible…he felt the colour draining from his face. Why does this girl remind me of my mum?

"Yes Potter, it's me. What have you done to Arthur? I've NEVER seen him so angry!"

This time he could almost feel Ron turn rapidly from red to white. Are we-Is this- He had to make sure.

" W-Who are you?"

He was rewarded with a glare for his lack of intellect.            

"Who do you think I am, Black or Lupin?" Sirius…Professor Lupin?? That means...

"I'm Lily Evans! How can you be so thick?"

Harry and Ron stared at each other. They voiced each other's thoughts.

"We've got to see Professor Dumbledore." They raced out of the Gryffindor common room, leaving the girl behind them.

Harry and Ron reached the gargoyle and tried to think of all the lollies they could.

"Fizzing Whizbees…."

"Sugar Quills…"

"Chocolate Frogs…"

They heard footsteps behind them. Walking towards them was a considerably younger Professor McGonagall.

"Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley. What are you doing up so early?" She looked suspiciously at Harry as he realized that she thought he was his father.

Ron spoke up behind him. "I've got to see Professor Dumbledore, Professor. I have to talk to him about some of my prefect duties."

Professor McGonagall raised her eyebrows. "Very well Mr. Weasley. Acid Pops."

The gargoyle sprung aside, letting Harry and Ron step onto the staircase.

Harry stared at Ron in amazement. "Where did all that come from?"

Ron looked at him. "All what?"

"You know, with McGonagall."

Ron's ears turned pink. "Well, my dad was a prefect at Hogwarts and-"

The staircase ground to a halt. They stepped off, and nervously approached Dumbledore's office. Harry pushed open the door.

The Headmaster's office was the same as it was in the future, except, Harry noticed, there were not as many Dark detectors in the room.

"Good morning, Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley." Dumbledore looked up from his desk and frowned.

"May I ask who you two are?"

Harry swallowed. "Er, well, Professor Dumbledore, Ron here was playing with a time turner, and he threw it at me, and I sort of…"

Dumbledore held up a hand to silence him. "So you have gone back in time?"

Harry and Ron both nodded. Ron spoke up. "Professor, is there any way that we could go back? I mean, forward?"

Dumbledore looked troubled. "I'm afraid not. We will have to find a way. Until then, you may stay…" Suddenly he frowned again.

"What are your names?"

Harry knew that Dumbledore would immediately realize the likeness between him and his father. "I'm Harry Potter, and this is Ron Weasley."

Dumbledore's bright blue eyes twinkled.

"Are you the sons of James Potter and Arthur Weasley?"

"Yes Professor."

Dumbledore chuckled. He spoke to Harry. "Mr. Potter?"

Harry looked up into his eyes. "Is your mother Lily Evans?"

Harry was taken aback by this question. "I…Lily…"

Dumbledore smiled. "No need to answer, I can see her in your eyes. Although…I never thought…Lily and James…"

"Now, you two have to remember, do not tell anyone of what is to happen in the future. Do you understand?"

They both nodded.

"Do not hold any grudges to anyone who has done anything to you in the future."

Harry thought of Peter Pettigrew and clenched his fists.

"Do not tell even me of future events. But…I have to ask one thing."

Harry prepared for the worst.

"Am I still used for Chocolate Frog cards?"

Harry grinned. This was definitely Dumbledore. He could see Ron searching in his pockets. Suddenly Ron stopped.

"Here you are, Professor."

Ron held out a Chocolate Frog card, no doubt with Dumbledore on it. The real Dumbledore smiled.

"Where do we stay Professor?"

Harry hoped that they could stay with the Gryffindor fifth-year boys…he could talk with Sirius again and…his father.

"Could we stay in the Gryffindor fifth-year boys' dormitories?" Harry must have sounded too eager, because Dumbledore smiled.

"Why do you ask, Mr. Potter?"

Harry flushed as Ron elbowed him. He whispered into his ear.

"What about me? My dad's older than yours! Can't we stay with him?"

Ron knew it was hopeless. He was fighting a losing battle.

Harry spoke to Dumbledore. "Well, I never knew my dad because…"

"Do not tell me." Dumbledore looked sad and stern at the same time.

"Yes Professor."

"You may stay in the boys dormitories. Remember what I said. Do not tell anyone of what is to happen in the future. Now, I think you two should change your last names, to avoid confusion. Harry Porter…and Ron Waters. You two boys were in Gryffindor, correct?"

They nodded.

"Very well. I will arrange for two extra beds in the boys dormitories. Professor McGonagall will give you your timetables tomorrow morning, and I will inform her of your circumstances. As for now, feel free to reside in the Gryffindor common room. Should anyone ask where you are from, and why you are here, tell them that you were transferred here from Durmstrang." (A/N: soo original. Oh well. Onwards..)

Harry and Ron left Dumbledore's office and slowly walked towards the Gryffindor tower. Harry couldn't help but feel relieved that at least Ron would be with him while they were here.

Please flame, review, whatever. If you review *whips out bribes* I'll give you your favourite lolly/candy! Tell me your candy in your review and I'll magic it up! *smiles* ^^;; anyway, tell me what you think. Was it bad? Or good? Anyways, this is my first fanfic ever. Don't expect much from it. I'm not a good writer.