Chapter two of this story! Thank you to everyone for reading, reviewing, favouriting and alerting!

Now, Harry doesn't seem that emotional about meeting his parents in this chapter. That's because survival comes first, and he still hasn't quite come to terms that his parents are there in the flesh. However, these reactions will definitely occur, only later in the story. Anyway, enjoy!

James replied, ignoring Lily's warning look. "James Potter and Lily Evans."

Harry looked like he was about to begin shouting again, but the girl silenced him with a look, turning back to James and Lily.

"That's just it. You're not," she told them, raising her eyebrows.

"That's funny. I am pretty certain of who I am," James retorted, now fully questioning the sanity of their companions.

"That's impossible - " the girl began, but the red-head interrupted her.

"Hermione - they could be who they say they are."

When Hermione opened her mouth to argue, he continued hurriedly. "Just - just forget about logic for a bit and hear me out, okay? Well - they look exactly as how they did in their seventh year according to the photos in your album, Harry. Yes, I know there's Polyjuice, but you need hair for that…"

"There's body-altering charms…" Hermione began, but she was ignored.

"Harry, ask them a question only they would know."

Harry's mouth moved soundlessly, but no words came out. "I - I don't know…"

"C'mon…" the boy was bouncing on the balls of his feet, exited at the prospect of being right.

Harry's face lit up with sudden inspiration. "James - what is your animagus form?"

James felt Lily stiffen beside him, staring up at him in askance. He himself was unsettled - how on earth had Harry known that? Still, he answered. "Stag."

The boy nodded. "Correct."

Hermione gaped. "Ron, that doesn't mean they're James and Lily! For all we know, they're Death Eaters in disguise!"

But Harry was wavering. The correct answer had convinced him more, and now he was hoping…

Seeing this, James continued boldly. "Sirius is a dog. Peter is a rat. Remus is a werewolf. We are Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs." He silently apologized to his friends, but managed to persuade himself that this was important.

Harry exhaled sharply. "Hermione, they're who they say they are. They're - they're my - " He couldn't continue.

Seeing this, Ron turned back towards them. "How did you get here?"

Glad to be believed, they immediately told the full story.

When they had finished, James stared at the trio, fully registering for the first time what had happened to him and Lily in the past few hours.

"Well then, James and Lily - " Hermione bit her lip " - somehow, you two managed to end up in the future."

James's jaw dropped, and Lily gave a startled gasp beside him.

"But we'll talk about that later," put in Harry, staring at the two Death Eaters that lay on the floor. "We need to get out of here. Get somewhere safe. Then we can talk."

Everyone seemed to agree with this notion, so they leapt into a flurry of closing blinds, Obliviating Death Eaters and cleaning up the place (using magic of course).

When they were finished, they stood in a slightly awkward silence for a bit. James noticed Harry cast a slightly longing look in his and Lily's direction, before turning back to his friends, leaving James puzzled.

"Where are we going, then?" Ron asked Harry, who was obviously the leader of the group.

"Grimmauld Place," was the immediate response, causing James to look up sharply.

"What - "

He was interrupted by a shocked Hermione. "Harry, don't be silly, Snape can get in there!"

James looked at Lily in bewilderment - she looked equally lost.

Harry raised his eyebrows. "So? I'd like nothing better than to meet Snape." He ignored her further protests. "Can either of you apparate?"

They both shook their heads.

Ron grinned. "No worries - Harry and I can't, either. Only Hermione can."

"You Side-Along apparated?" Lily's jaw dropped. "But that's supposed to be really difficult! And with two people…"

"Well, that's our Hermione," Ron smiled at the blushing girl.

"Can you take all four of us?" Harry asked worriedly, indicating himself, Ron, Lily and James.

Hermione bit her lip. "I don't think so. I'll have to take you two at a time."

Harry nodded. "Take Ron and Lily first. That way the two from the past won't be left to their own devices." He smiled for the first time. "I'm not saying you're incapable, you're just unaware of what's happening in the world. You're a bit behind."

Everyone's agreement was nodded, and Hermione grabbed the arms of Ron and Lily, then all three disappeared with a crack.

James must have looked like he was about to talk again, because Harry sighed and said, "Later."

Hermione was not gone for long. She appeared soon enough, grabbing their arms and they vanished into darkness.

James opened his eyes, even though he didn't remember ever closing them. They were stood in the middle of a shabby-looking square, staring at a row of tall houses. The one odd thing about the sight was the fact there didn't seem to be a house number twelve..

"Where is - " James began, his eyes roaming the street. "Where's number twelve?"

The trio, who had begun walking, stopped.

"Oh - they can't see it," Ron turned around again, then said very clearly, "We are going to twelve Grimmauld Place."

The house seemed to appear out of nowhere. First it wasn't there - and then it was. Casting anxious looks around the square, the five hurried toward the front door. Harry tapped it once with his wand, it flew open, and they hurried over the threshold.

They stood quite still for a moment, wary of the enchantments in the trio's case, and just plain worried in James and Lily's case. Harry took a hesitant step forward.

"Severus Snape?" They froze, looking around for the source of the noise, but there was none.

"We're not Snape!" Harry managed to croak, before all five felt the unpleasant sensation of their tongues rolling backwards, rendering them unable to speak. No sooner had this happened, however, their tongues rolled back and all was how it was before.

Not for long. A tall figure rose at the end of the hall, its face old and wasted, its eyes empty sockets, a dreadfully altered version of the man they all knew well.

"No!" Harry cried loudly. "It wasn't us! We didn't kill you!"

The figure exploded into a cloud of dust, sending them into bouts of coughing. Shakily, Harry led them into the kitchen.

"What's going on?" James immediately demanded. "Who are you? Why are we here? How do we get back?"

Please review! I know I probably got the logic behind the fidelius charm wrong, but I tried my best. Oh well, I hope it was still good!