The sun was hanging low in the sky. It was bright, and puffy white clouds filled most of the sky.

I closed my eyes.

The sun was high in the sky, but shaded by the clouds. And a face. "Harry?" The voice sounded distant, and blurry. "What are you doing out here?" I couldn't understand a word.

I was staring at my own reflection, and I was smiling, a wide, cheeky smile. I couldn't feel myself smiling. There wasn't much I could feel, just my eyes stinging, and my head throbbing from the bright light.

Remembering the lights then, I sat up. My head collided with something hollow and hard, and groaning, I laid back. I'd hit my head on my reflection. No, it wasn't my reflection. My reflection would have had the same colour eyes as me. This person didn't. There was laughter, and not from the same person who'd spoken to me. "Oh, good going Evans." Evans?

I groaned again; I must have been imagining things. But I wasn't. "Prongs, is it safe to come out yet?"

There was another groan, and this time it didn't belong to me. "Yes, it's safe Wormtail. We're far enough from the school now, nobody will know we're out here."

"What if they come looking for us?" A brunette who was a little chubby was uncovered, appearing from head to toe.

"They won't find us." The unidentified male of the group told him.

I knew who they were already, though, and I was sure I must have been dreaming. "What are you guys doing here?" I asked.

My sixteen or so year old father laughed. "Didn't you hear me? I think the question should be, what are you doing here, Harry? It's the middle of the day! You should be in class!" He sat down sort of beside, and sort of behind me, folding his arms behind his head as he leaned back against a tree. I had to look behind me to see him. He looked exactly like me. Rather, I looked exactly like him. I wanted to wrap my arms around him and hug him, and I wanted to pinch myself to see if this was really happening.

The next to laugh was Wormtail. "What, we haven't been a bad influence on you, have we E-Evans?" His voice was nasally, but not so bad as I remembered. I wished I could have warned my father, that his friend would betray him, and cause his death. There was so much I wished I could do.

"Evans?" I couldn't say anything else, and I was questioning something that I felt was much less important. Why was I being addressed as Evans? That wasn't my name. "Why are you calling me Evans? My name's Harry." His father seemed to be the only one to know that. "Harry Potter." The trio howled.

"Whoa." Sirius chuckled.

James sat up and wrapped his arms around my waist. The feeling was a little disturbing. He kissed my cheek. "Don't go getting ahead of yourself, Evans. We're still too young to marry, after all." He looked completely serious. Then that smug grin returned, and he leaned back. "Someday, though, someday."

Something was seriously wrong here. I pinched my cheek, then winced. It hurt. I wasn't dreaming, but I didn't understand what was going on. Had I gone back in time? That would explain a lot. Except for why my father, Sirius and Peter seemed to know who I was, to some extent. They acted like they knew who I was, at least.

I glanced about then, trying to figure out where I was. We were by the Forbidden Forest, where Hagrid's hut should have been. It was the middle of the day, as I'd been told, but nobody was around anywhere. I looked down at myself, and around at the others. We were all in Gryffindor robes, but they looked a little different, I thought. Nothing in particular I could really pick out, though.

Then I realized that someone was missing. "Where's L- Remus?"

"Did you hit your head too hard, Evans?" Sirius was the next to sit down, sitting closer to James than myself. He was grinning from ear to ear. "Remus would never miss a class, you know that. He's going to be furious when he realizes we're missing."

"He probably already knows." Peter joked. "Moony has a sixth sense about these things, he knows when anyone misses any class ever." He was the last to sit, and it was kind of an awkward movement, where he tried to sit down gracefully, but ended up falling backwards and falling flat on his bottom.

That sounded like it could have been Remus. Not the Remus I knew, exactly, but a younger Remus, maybe. I knew very little about his parents, and their friends when they were younger, so I could only imagine what they'd been like. They were a little different than I would have imagined. From what little I knew, the group had been bullies, which made me feel that they should have been more terrible than they were now. They actually seemed like half decent people. Even Peter.

Giving more thought to it, I realized that I probably didn't understand anything about these people. I had only heard, and seen a couple of memories. I didn't really know any of these people; only their future selves.

I couldn't believe I was really here. I felt like it should have been fake, but it was all incredibly realistic. I was in a place where I could see my dad, and Sirius. They were both alive and healthy right now. Everyone was alive and healthy right now. Everyone was here. Or… maybe not. "Where's m- Lily?" I asked.

"Lily?" James sounded surprised, and it was not a good sign.

Sirius shook his head. "Who are you talking about, Evans? Your dream girl?" He seemed thoroughly amused. "There are no Lily's here. If there were, I would know." His voice was full of pride, and there was no doubt expressed between the three.

There was no Lily? I wondered what had happened. Where was she, if not at Hogwarts? I knew she was a Hogwart's student, and that was where she and my father had met.

Then it clicked. Lily Evans didn't exist anymore.

No, it wasn't that. I was now Harry Evans, and the real Lily Evans? Well, I don't know what happened to her. Maybe she was gone. Or maybe she was off living my life. One thing was for sure; she didn't exist in this time and place anymore.

I remembered the bright light again, and then the old spell book I'd found in the room of requirement. Had the spell really worked? If that was the case, then we must have really switched places. I was living her life, and she was living mine. I wondered what that meant for the two of us, and what kind of life I was supposed to be living. Knowing nothing about my own mother's life, and fully remembering the life I had already, living right now would be difficult. Could I get away with being myself?

I had never expected the spell to work, and now that I was here, there was a lot on my mind.

What exactly had I done? How long would this spell last? How was I going to get back to my own life? Would it wear off? Would I need to find the book again, to reverse the spell? Was there even a way to get back to my own life?

What if I was stuck here forever?