This is an idea I've had for a while. I hope you all like it! I'm not used to writing Harry Potter fics :)

The weather was unusually warm. Lily had just finished tucking 6 month year old Harry. James was dozing in front of the the warm flickering light of the fire. His tangled web of hair falling on all sides of his face, as if not knowing where to settle. On the fireplace was a half a dozen pictures of the Potters with their friends Sirius and Lupin. A book had fallen onto his lap. Lily smiled when she walked in, carrying a warm mug.

"James," she whispered. He jumped at the sound of her voice.

"Who's there?" He mumbled groggily, fixing his glasses. She gave a soft laugh.

"You fell asleep again,"she scolded. He smiled at her.

"Harry asleep?"

She nodded.

"He's so quiet,"she mused. "Especially for a baby."

James smiled.

"He has good manners, takes after his mother." Lily returned the smile when there was a knock at the door. James frowned.

"Rather late for a visitor." They glanced at each other before James opened the door. There stood an old women wrapped in a shall.

"May I help you, ma'm?"

"You have to change it," she whispered. James and Lily looked at each other.

"Change what?" Lily asked. The women rose her face.

"You're son's fate!"

James's face hardened.

"All right," he hissed. "Who are you?"

"My name is Mrs. Figgs," the women rasped. "And I lived next door to your son his entire life."

"He's only 6 months old!" Lily protested.

"And I have seen what he has to live through and I saw this..."She held out a time turner. "And I've realized with all the pain and agony in the future if it could have been different that night...If you could live and he could still die, die and not come back... If Harry could maybe come back with you this time...and kill him...I had to try! For everyone's sake."Her voice was breathless.

"I don't understand what you are saying," James said, raising his voice. "But you need to leave NOW." He saw the fear in Lily's eyes.

"6 turns should do it," Mrs. Figgs murmured and grabbed a hold of James and Lily, before they could protest, and all three of them were thrusted into the future.

Sirius sighed as he spent another evening of solitude, avoiding Kreacher. He hated being trapped in this house. He frowned when he felt the house shake.

"What the..." He turned around as a flash of light appeared and stared at the three people standing in front of him. "James," he whispered softly.

Should I continue?