Harry hit the ground stumbling. Then he fell. His hand came up and cupped the toddler's head even as he twisted to land on his back. His fingers planted themselves in blue hair as he curled up around Teddy.

When he got his breath back, he tried to think. Where were they? The ceiling he was looking at was one he was not familiar with. There were people though. Four faces looked down at him. Four very familiar faces.

"Sirius?" He asked. The man looked like Sirius, but he couldn't be. This man was young, maybe twenty years old. And very much alive, unlike the last time Harry had seen Sirius. The other three also couldn't be real – considering they were all dead too.

The man who looked like Sirius jumped back when Harry said his name. "Who are you?" He asked. Harry pulled himself up and looked that the people who looked like Remus, James and Lily. All dead people. All very much alive, and young. Harry's age.

"Peter actually did it!" The Remus-look-alike said. Harry tensed. Peter Pettigrew? What did he do? It couldn't be good. But Pettigrew died in the so-called Final Battle. Eventually, Harry asked, "Peter who?"

"Peter Pettigrew." Said Possibly-Lily, as she made some tea and soup. "He said something about you-know-who and blackmail and help, and then he did this! He's hiding in the bathroom right now."

Teddy trembled in Harry's arms. Even at two years old, the mention of You-Know-Who could upset him. Possibly-Lily noticed and made everyone sit down.

"Well I don't know who you are, but the ritual thing sounded like it would bring us a saviour – someone who could defeat Voldemort."

Well, it wasn't wrong. Harry'd done that years ago. But it didn't mean anything. The Death Eaters still alive escaped Hogwarts and carried on their Lord's legacy. In fact, Harry had been running from Death Eaters when he was brought here.

Following a vague train of thought, Harry asked, "What's today's date?"

"September twentieth." Lily said, "Where did you come from?"

Harry swallowed, clutching Teddy to his chest. "The year?"

"It's nineteen seventy-nine." James responded, looking at Harry weirdly.

September twentieth, 1979.

His mother wouldn't even be pregnant with him yet. His parents might not even be married. Sirius' brother might still be alive. The twins were only a few months old.

1979. More than twenty years into the past.

He was older than his parents.

"2000" He said.

"What?" Remus asked. He was staring at Harry as if there was something niggling in the back of his mind, something he couldn't understand.

"Where I came from. 2000" Harry repeated. "I came from the year 2000."