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Chapter one: why hide it.
Chapter two: are we dead yet?
Harry POV
I didn't turn to the sound of my old mentors voice. I would have, but at this point in time I just couldn't take my eyes off of Sirius. He'd been dead for twelve years, the same amount of time he'd been in Azkaban. Then same amount of time I didn't know him.
"Harry? You said Teddy, do you mean our Teddy?" I turned and I had been Tonks who had spoken and she was pointing between her and Remus. Both of their eyes where tearing up.
I nodded.
"Can we… is he… does he… Harry?" Remus asked, not taking his eyes off of his son, who in turn didn't take his eyes off of his dad.
It was by this time that I whole hall was silent and I didn't really feel like shouting to everybody that Remus might have had a werewolf son, as not many people knew about his 'fury little problem'.
"Of course, he's your son. No he's not," both Remus let out a visible breath. "yes he knows who you are, do you want to meet him?"
At these words Teddy looked up at me as if asking me if I was sure, I nodded back, and while our little exchange was happening Remus and Tonks came rushing over to their son. Stopping, and kneeling in front of him so that they were his height.
Teddy just stared. I waited until Remus had said something, which I didn't hear, but Teddy did through his advance werewolf hearing, and the little family came together in a huge bear hug.
I smiled at the little scene and made my was over to Fred and Sirius. Both had huge smiles on their faces.
"Alright guys?" I asked.
I didn't get an answer. Instead Fred launched himself at me and pulled me into a head lock and began spinning me around, much like he would to Ron.
"He did, he bashed him, we Pottys the one, and Voldeys gone mouldy, so now let's have fun!" she sang.
Relecing me so that I stumbled into a seat next to my younger father, I looked up at the dead twin I let out a huge laughed and almost ended up clutching my sides. They all looked at me very confused.
"That's what Peeves sang after Voldey died as well"
And now they all joined in my laughter.
Once we had calmed down I aproched Sirius. He looked so happy, yet so sad.
"Harry, I'm sorry I wasn't there for you. I should have been. No one should have had to face him alone. I –"
Sirius' speech was cut short as I launched myself at him, pulling him into a tight hug. He returned it and we stood in silence for a while and I could have sworn I heard the whole hall 'aaawwww'.
I pulled away to see that Sirius was crying. I laughed at him and turned to look at my dad.
"Hi dad," I said to him, he looked completely and utterly shocked. If past the moment it had come, and his face was replaced by a huge smile.
"My son is older than me! This is so cool!" he got up and hugged me, and I hugged back, never having this feeling before (except from Sirius) and I loved it.
"So tell me, am I a brilliant dad?" he asked, his face still covered with a huge grin.
"That you are, and before you ask, you are the best godfather ever *Sirius, and Uncle Moo', thank you for keeping them in check when I'm not there, and teaching me the wonderful techniques of keeping a straight face when lying to Minnie." I finished with a smile.
The Marauders all got up and began jumping around along with Fred.
"Oh and Sirius," I said turning to my older godfather, "YOU GOT OFF, YOU GOT OFF!"
Fred soon joined in the chant that he, George and Ginny had all sung after my hearing in fifth year.
"I'm free?" he asked awed.
"That you are my dear Padfoot!"
And so the mini reunion, celebration between the Marauders and the time travellers continued for the next few minutes in the now empty hall.
"Children, I think it is time that you all went to bed. It is quite now."
It seemed that Dumbledore didn't leave with everyone else.
"Alright Sir, I said to him. We'll all sleep in the RoR until something else can be arranged." I smiled at my old mentor.
"Of course, and tomorrow you can tell me what that place is, and we can have a proper conversation about everything that is going on, as well as figure out if you and little Teddy are dead."
I nodded and trapped out of the hall with everybody else. Teddy had pulled himself away from his parents to come and hold my hand. I smiled at the little boy and picked him up and balanced him on my hip as we made our way up to the RoR.
At one point I had stopped and stared at the wall and then at Fred. This had been where he died.
"Harry?" Tonks asked concerned.
"I'm fine. Follow Fred he knows the way, I just need a minute."
Memories of Fred's death washed over me. The way that he just lay there, still and cold, and even in death had a smile upon his face. Not even to this day did I know the end to his joke and Percy wouldn't share it.
Shaking my head I began to walk behind the others at a slower pace so that I could be alone with my thoughts, which had once again gone back to the idea of me a Teddy being dead.
But how was that possible. We weren't doing anything life threatening at the time. I was teaching Teddy how to ride a proper broom on his own, rather than his toy one, or being on a really one with me or one of the Weasley's.
He was hovering little over five feet off the floor with me walking under him and Ginny watching from the side with James and baby Al. it didn't make any sense.
Unless Teddy had fallen on my head and broken my neck, and then somehow broken his… but how likely was that?
So the only explanation was that fate really did hate me and had sucked me out of a happy day with my family to my parents sixth year, where they still hate each other, and oh, my dead godfather and Uncle are here as well.
To top it all off the whole school knows I'm from the future, that Voldemort was after my blood, that I killed him, Sirius got off of something, and that the four other time travellers are dead.
I'm going to have a lot of explaining to do…
By the time I had reached this conclusion I was outside the RoR and to my horror it looked just like it had on the night of the Battle of Hogwarts.
This was going to be a long night.
James POV
"Oh my god! You have a son Prongs! I'm a godfather! Moony, you're a father! Wormtail I wonder where you where during all of this…" Padfoot was so excited about that fact that he was a godfather to my son. My son. Doing a little math from what Sirius had said I worked out that I was twenty when Harry was born. Wow, I was a young parent.
I never did get round to asking who his mother was, but one look into my little – not really as he's older than me – boy's eyes I could tell it was my precious Lily-flower.
The only thing that struck me was not that fact that Voldemort was hunting my child down, or that in the future my two best friends where dead. No. my mind was on how I managed to win over Lily.
I mean, she hates me. Well we have been getting on better, but I still don't think that she considers me a friend.
"I know, I can't believe I'm a father! I can't believe that he's not a werewolf! And to top it off I can't believe that his mum is your little cousin Sirius!" Moony was in hysterics. All he kept saying for the past half an hour he spent rocking back and forth on his bed was 'what if he was!'
"I'm so proud of my little Harry! He has the map; he calls Minnie, Minnie and said I'm the best father ever! He is defiantly a second generation Marauder even with Voldemort on his back! The only way I could be more proud of him is if he is on the Quidditch team!" I felt like my face would rip. I just couldn't wipe the smile off it, but no matter what I still couldn't think of how I could possibly win Lily over.
"The thing I don't get," Wormtail said with a serious expression on his face, "is what Padfoot 'got off' of. I mean, you can't get detention as an adult, and Harry said that you were dead, right? And he's from Harry's fifth year, Moony's from Harry's seventh year so you must have died somewhere between then because he said you were dead to, but not that you'd 'got off' something. So that had to have happened after Harry had left school. So what was it?"
"I don't believe it…" I said quietly.
"Wormtail you…" Moony started.
"USED YOUR BRAIN!" we finished together, but both looked at Padfoot, who we had expected to join in, but now looked rather deep in thought.
"Well thanks guys," huffed Wormtail, "but really what could you have done Pad's?"
"I don't know," he answered slowly. "But I haven't done it yet so I can ask Prongslet and he can tell me what it is so that I don't do it!" he finished with a smile on his face.
"Prongslet?" I asked, trying my best not to laugh.
"Yeah! Its better than mini Prongs. Oh, and Teddy will be Cub by the way, I heard Harry call him it on the way up."
"You know there's one thing that I can't quite work out." Said Moony thoughtfully. "Is what the RoR is. It isn't on the map."
"Well, there we go. Another question to add to the list of questions to ask Harry tomorrow in our meeting with Dumbledore. Now got to bed. I want to see my son in the morning."
And that ended to conversation. In my mind the top question was how to get Lily to date me, let alone have a son with me. Oh, happy days.
Dumbledore's POV
I sat in my office chair, staring at nothing inperticular across the room. This was all rather confusing, even to my brain.
A dead thirty-five year old Sirius Black. A dead thirty year old Tonks. A dead thirty-seven year old Remus Lupin. A dead nineteen year old Fred Weasley.
But when Harry had arrived with little Teddy, he had been completely confused as to any reason he could be dead. He, himself was also told that in the future he was dead, and he could have sworn that Harry was also looking at James when he had announced the dead. But then why had a future James and himself not appear?
The real question running around his brain was way the boy had been hunted by Tom, and how he had killed him. Another one was who his mother was, what the RoR was, how to send them home and the most difficult what he was going to do about the school knowing.
He could very well let the whole school remember who they were, and he was pretty sure that Harry wouldn't be happy if he made his young father forget who he was. At least while he was here. But he still couldn't let the Slytherins know, who would then go and tell their parents.
No tomorrow after their meeting – which was early before breakfast – he would ask Harry who was to be trusted and allowed them to know the truth. Everybody else will have the memories of the events at the feast the night before erased.
That was settled. I will not sleep easy tonight.
