Hi everyone! Here's Chapter 2 for you, and Chapter 3 is underway. Chapter 1 has undergone a little editing (I followed some suggestions in reviews, and I'm sorry the chapter even needed editing!) so I hope I get reviews exclaiming how perfect thelayout and grammar is(yeah, I hope - key word there, you see?)! Well, ENJOY!

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Harry crumpled to the ground. He lay still listening carefully for any noise. Experience told him not to move, for fear of alerting attention to himself. It didn't cross his mind that it was pointless, seeing as he had just fallen to the ground. When he heard nothing, he got to his feet, slowly and warily. Only then did he take a good look at his surroundings. He was in front of huge, black iron gates, which bore a large crest. Frowning, he tried to recognise the crest. It was had a large 'P' with a stag and lion on either side. The crest was vaguely familiar, it rang a distant bell, but he couldn't recognise it. Shaking his head, he pulled his thoughts from the crest and began to search for any magic in the area. Instantly he felt the Anti-Apparation wards within the gates. That meant the owners of this property had to be magical. He pondered on the safety of venturing inside, he may set off wards or these people could be Death Eaters. He was on the brink of turning on his heal, when he remembered that he was the defeater of Voldemort. He drew his wand and pushed open the gates decisively. He detected magic on them as well and froze, expecting wards to go off. Nothing happened, so he shut them. The moment they clicked shut, Harry transformed into his Animagus form, a stag, and galloped toward the Manor. He hoped, should he have set off wards without his noticing, it would be harder to detect an animal. As he approached, he had to admit it was a lovely place, and clearly owned by very rich people. He came to the front doors, and transformed into human form once more. Unsure of what to do, Harry glanced around, as if the surrounding area could give him some clue as what to do. He was very aware that people might be Death Eaters. Or he could be in a completely different country. He had no idea what had happened to him. Biting his lip and gripping his wand, he threw caution into the wind. He knocked. Rubbing his thumb along his wand, he listened to some shuffling and then a low voice from inside. Then the door was thrown open.

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When the knock sounded on the door, Lily dropped the album and raced into the Entrance Hall, leaving a stunned and rather frightened Sophie behind. James was already there.

"None of the intruder wards went off," James said to her, keeping his eyes planted on the doors. "Only a member of our immediate family can get through without setting them off. And we're all inside right?"

"Yes," Lily replied, fixing her gaze on the doors as well. "It isn't Sirius or Remus?"

"No, they would set off a ward, so we know we have visitors," James said. He tugged on his hair nervously.

"Then who is it?" Lily asked, turning to look at her husband. All that she could think was 'dark wizards', but she was sure even they couldn't get past the wards. She bit her tongue and waited for an answer. James had to know. He had to.

"No idea," James said softly. Lily closed her eyes and took a deep breath before looking back at James. He hadn't removed his gaze from the doors once. "Okay, we open the door together, on the count of three."

"Okay," Lily agreed, breathing deeply and slowly. Please don't be Death Eaters, please don't be Death Eaters, please don't be Death Eaters, she thought over and over.

"Right," James cleared his throat. He often did that when he was nervous. It almost made Lily smile. It would have, if the situation hadn't been so dire.

"One," Lily said, drawing her wand. She was determined to stay strong. Her eyes flittered between the door and her husband.

"Two," James drew his as well.

"Three!" they yanked open the door. Lily dropped her wand in horror. She heard James let out a strangled yelp next to her. The reason?

A young man, almost identical to James, was at the door. He fainted at the sight of them.

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"What do we do now?"

"Dumbledore said just wait. He should come round soon."

"'Who is he?"

"Flower, we've been through this. I don't know!"

Harry slowly drifted back into consciousness. Briefly, he wondered what had happened. Then everything came back to him. He had arrived at a large manor house and the people who answered the door had been his parents. No, no, they looked like his parents. There was absolutely no way it could have been his parents. They were probably Death Eaters under the Polyjuice Potion. Probably.

"Shh! I think he's waking up!"

Harry tried to identify the voice, but he couldn't. Though it, like the crest, sounded a bell deep from the folds of memories he had long forgotten. He attempted to speak, but all he could muster was a groan.

"Yes, he's definitely waking up."

Harry resisted the urge to say 'Duh', not that he would have been able to anyway. He shifted a bit and opened his eyes. A redheaded woman was leaning over him, but without his glasses, he couldn't see her clearly. Come to think of it, where were his glasses?

"He's awake," the redheaded woman announced. There must be someone else in the room, Harry thought. Then...

"Get Dumbledore."

Dumbledore? Harry thought incredulously. Dumbledore's dead! He couldn't even begin to fathom what the woman meant by what she said. Did she mean Aberforth Dumbledore? Harry wondered.

"Right," a male voice responded.

The woman put her arm under his back and Harry sat up with her help. He automatically shuffled himself around hoping to make himself more comfortable. No luck.

"Hello, dear," the woman said kindly. "Would you care to tell us who you are? You gave James and me quite a fright."

"I'm Harry," Harry muttered. Why was she being nice to him? Death Eaters would have blasted him into the next millennium by now! "Sorry, but who're you?" he asked.

"Lily Potter, dear,"

Harry froze. "What?" he asked. This woman was insane. His mother was dead. Surely Death Eaters knew he would never fall for this. What was going on? The logical part of his mind was reeling, whilst the emotional part was chanting, no, no, no, no, no, no!

"Lily Potter," the woman repeated. She gave him an oddly quizzical look, as though he was playing a joke or something. Harry looked at her steadily. She frowned, but continued, watching carefully for his reaction. "And my husband, James, is over by the fire. Is something wrong? You're horribly pale and clammy." 'Lily' looked genuinely concerned. Harry lowered his eyes.

"My glasses," he murmured. The woman handed them over and he put them on. The woman swam into focus. He gasped. She had red hair and green eyes. His green eyes. "No…" he moaned, pushing himself away. No way, he thought desperately. This is mad. I'm going crazy. She's dead, she's dead, she's dead. The emotional chant became ten times louder. His brain was surely going to explode from all the noise any minute now. He clutched the sides of his head hard, before releasing it and letting his head drop. Deep breaths, he told himself. Come on, Potter, calm down!

"Dumbledore's coming," 'James' said, stepping away from the fireplace. Harry turned to look at him. The noises in his brain doubled. His eyes widened when, the next second the flames went green and a man resembling Dumbledore emerged.

Harry shook his head. He was going mad. Three dead people in front of him. He turned to the woman, hoping beyond hope that maybe… "Am I dead?" he asked her. Yes, that had to be it. How else would he be able to see three definitely dead people? His breathing calmed. Then he realised something else. How on earth had he died? He didn't remember being hit by any curse. He looked at 'Lily' helplessly. She must know something, he thought desperately. Ah, but she's probably a Death Eater. She obviously won't help you. Harry shook his head, scowling at the woman.

'Lily' gave him a startled look. "No, of course not," she said. "Are you alright? Good God, Albus, the boy looks ready to faint again!"

'Dumbledore' swiftly approached the bed. "My name is Albus Dumbledore," he said calmly. "I am the Headmaster of Hogwarts School. Who are you and how did you penetrate the Potters' wards?"

"You know who I am," Harry snapped. This was pathetic, he decided. "Harry Potter. Duh," he added, sneeringly.

The effect was phenomenal. 'Lily' screamed, 'Dumbledore' stood up in a hurry and backed off, while 'James' drew his wand, and pointed it directly at Harry. He was white with fury and shaking.

"How dare you!" 'James' yelled.

"A new low for the Death Eaters," 'Dumbledore' said serenely. Harry quirked an eyebrow, which caused 'Dumbledore to lift his chin considerably. "Impersonating dead people to torture everyone," the no-longer-twinkling blue eyes surveyed Harry coldly from behind the half moon glasses.

Harry snorted at the hypocrisy. "Oh, yeah?" he asked. A cold fury welled up inside him. Harry struggled with it, trying desperately not to break out and scream. "Well then, explain exactly how what you're doing is not!" he demanded.

"Excuse me?" 'Dumbledore' frowned. "Forgive me, but I do not understand what you mean. I am not impersonating anyone who is dead."

"Then was I blind when I saw you murdered?" Harry demanded. He somehow knew it was hopeless to state the obvious to these people, but he did, hoping to magically coerce them into submission. "I saw Dumbledore thrown of the Astronomy Tower. I know you're a Death Eater. I know you all are. Lily and James Potter were murdered on Halloween nearly seventeen years ago and you know it. So chuck the disguise. This is the most pathetic plot I've ever seen."

'Lily', 'James' and 'Dumbledore' stared at him. Then 'James' exploded.

"Our son, died on Halloween nearly seventeen years ago," 'James' ranted in a fury. "This is a Death Eater plot to unsettle us!"

"James," 'Dumbledore' interrupted suddenly. Everyone turned to stare at him. "I see no lie."

"He might be a master Occlumens!" 'James' protested. He turned back to Harry, clearly intending to curse him into obliviation.

Harry grinned at the irony, ignoring 'James' completely. "I am," he raised an eyebrow. "I've been practising for over a year now. Not even Voldemort could break through my barrier. Or that of Ron, Hermione and Ginny."

He started suddenly. Why was he telling all this to these people? Idiot, he cursed himself. Listen to Mad-Eye. CONSTANT VIGILANCE!

"The Weasleys and the Granger girl?" 'James' demanded, interrupting Harry's chastisement of himself. "How do you know them? I know for a fact, not one of them has had anything to do with Death Eaters!"

"Of course they have!" Harry scowled, forgetting his previous thoughts in an instant. "They helped me in the final battle! They were next to me when I killed Voldemort!"

'Dumbledore' and Harry's 'parents' stared at him in shock.

"Voldemort is not dead, young man," 'Dumbledore' said, giving Harry an odd look. "He is very much alive, if in hiding."

"You're mad," Harry said. He frowned slightly. The whole situation was making him fell uneasy. This didn't fit. If they were Death Eaters, why hadn't they tried to get revenge yet? Why had they let him wake up? They were being kind to him, and none of them had ever considered anything like that before, let alone actually do it. "I defeated Voldemort like the Prophecy stated. And Ron, Hermione and Ginny were next to me the whole time. And I saw Voldemort die. He is dead."

"He is in hiding, but certainly he is alive," 'Lily' responded. Her expression was that of grim satisfaction. "Dear old Alastor made sure of that. But," she looked at him with her head on an angle, as though thinking very hard. "What do you mean by we were murdered? And you say you saw Dumbledore die?"

"Yes, though not many people know it," Harry replied. He ploughed onwards. Gut feelings told him to, not that he really understood why. He just did. "I was under my Invisibility Cloak when Snape killed him. Dumbledore had me under a full Body-Bind, so I couldn't do a thing. Had to stand there and watch. And Snape. Got. Away!" Harry snarled. The sore anger that had existed in him since the death exploded into his body, running through every joint, even tingling his fingertips.

'Dumbledore' stared in shock. "I believe… an unlikely theory, but possibly correct… maybe our young guest here… may have travelled across time."

"Across time?' Harry demanded. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"You did not go forwards or backwards," 'Dumbledore' said calmly. With an air only Dumbledore could achieve, Harry couldn't help noticing. 'Dumbledore' took a deep breath. "Time is like a root system, so to speak. At any moment, a single root separates into and creates new timelines. Possibly, you went sideways, across from one timeline, to another."

"Albus," 'Lily' said firmly. "I doubt that's possible."

"Oh, it's certainly possible, my dear," 'Dumbledore' replied, looking at Harry stoically. "And I believe it has happened."

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