"Lupin, may I see Harry for a moment?" Snape asked as he peered into the classroom.

"Sure...Harry you are excused." Lupin replied.

Harry didn't know why he had to go with this greasy haired professor. There was a moment of silence when Snape sneered and said,

"Professor Dumbledore would like to speak to you."

"Ok. You know, you should try washing your hair sometime." Harry replied.

"I HATE showering! 20 points from Gryffindor." Snape said looking really embarrassed. Harry smirked at this.

"Chocolate Frogs!" Snape yelled to open the door. They walked in and Dumbledore greeted them.

"Welcome. Please Harry, sit down. Thank you Severus. Oh and one more thing, TAKE a god damn shower!" He yelled.

Snape stuck his tongue out at Dumbledore and walked away.

"That greasy haired git!" Dumbledore said with a twinkle in his eye. Then he winked at Harry. Harry was trying not to laugh, but he couldn't help it.

"Professor, why am I here?" asked a curious Harry.

"How would you like to go far back in time?" Replied Dumbledore.

"How far back?"

"Since your parents are your age, 5th years."

"Really?" Harry wanted to go very much. Dumbledore nodded.

"Sure," he said, "thank you."

"No problem" Dumbledore replied. And with a flick of his wand, Harry found himself in the back of the DADA room, sitting in the exact place he sat in the future. The professor was actually talking about the same thing Lupin had been talking about,

"So you see..." the professor began and looked up. He THOUGHT he saw James Potter in the back when he was sitting in the front earlier.

"James Potter, go back to your seat this insta-"He began.

"Professor, I'm right here!" a boy who looked liked his twin said.

"How can you be in the front and back?" This boy who was known as James Potter looked back to his "twin". The professor looked at James, then Harry, then James, then Harry and said,

"Wowzie! There are two of you! Two of you! Two of you! Two of you!"

Suddenly Dumbledore walked in.

"May I see James AND Harry?" He asked. So they both set down their quills, dusted their pants briefly, cleared their throats, scooted back in their chairs, stood up, grabbed their bags, pushed in their chairs, and started walking. ALL AT THE SAME TIME!
Everyone sat there with their mouths wide open, some dropping their quills. Dumbledore smiled at them both.

"My...my my my my my my my my my my...etc." He continued to say "my" and later on sounded like some sick bird. Three minutes later he stopped and said,

"HARRY! WHO"S YOUR DADDY?" REALLY loud! "OOH, I know! I know! Pick me!" Dumbledore said raising his hand and jumping up and down.

"Ok...who is it then?" James asked.

"YOU! Are Harry's daddy!" Dumbledore yelled hard in his ear.

"WHAT?!" James was so surprised he didn't care how loud that crazy old bat yelled.

"You-"Dumbledore began, but was interrupted by...ANOTHER DUMBLEDORE! The real one this time.

"Sirius Black! Go back to class and take off the disguise charm this instant!" Dumbledore said calmly, but firmly. Sirius did as he was told. The professor waited until he was gone.

"Harry, do you know who you are standing next to?" Dumbledore asked.

"James Potter, my father" Harry replied.

"That's right. James, I brought him here because you wanted to know your future more than anything else you desire." Dumbledore told him. James continued to look at Dumbledore.

"Harry is your son. You are the only one out of Sirius, Remus, and Peter to get married and have children. Harry, why don't you tell him a few things?"

"Sure, why not." Harry replied.

"Wait...if Harry is back in time to tell me my future, does it mean I die soon or something?" asked his father.

"Yes you do, dad. You die when I'm one year old. After that I go live with mum's sister and her husband and her elephant son, Dudley." Harry said.

"Who is your mum?" James asked hopefully. "Does she still live?"

"Your wife is named Lily Evans currently, and no, she dies the same night you do. You two were killed by Lord Voldemort."

"Lily Evans? YES!" James yelled happily. He didn't care much about him dying anymore.

"So Harry, how would you like to meet your sexy mum?" James asked.

"Um..ok." Harry said. He hoped James knew that he wouldn't think of his own mother as sexy.

'Great! Classes are over for today!' James thought.

"Hey Lily!" James yelled.

Lily looked to the right over at James. She started walking over to him. As she was walking James looked into her eyes as the wind slightly blew her hair back and the sun shining onto her face.

"Yes?" Lily said politely.

"Meet your future son and husband!" James said happily. "Harry Potter, Lily Evans. Lily Evans, Harry Potter! Lily Evans your future husband. James Potter, your future wife!" He said with a smile on his face.

"Sexy ass there" James complimented as he grabbed it.