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Chapter 3

James warily peeked into the living room, afraid of Lily's wrath should she spy him so soon after what happened with Harry. He relaxed upon seeing her head lolling back as she sat sleeping on the couch, Harry cuddling into her side and a book lying face down on the floor. He slinked inside, not surprised Harry was already asleep, as it was after eight at night and they both had an eventful evening.

Nearing the couch, he crouched down and gently brushed Harry's hair away from his face. Scrunching up his cute little nose, not that James would ever call it that out loud, Harry's eyes fluttered open and he yawned. Rubbing his eyes, he blinked up at James, a sleepy smile adorning his face.

"Daddy." Stretching out his arms, Harry demanded James pick him up and he did so carefully, making sure not to wake Lily. He walked a little ways away, seating himself and Harry in front of the fireplace on a big, fluffy rug. Sitting cross-legged, he snuggled the small boy in his arms, secretly glad for the chance, especially after his scare from this afternoon.

He had always wanted a younger sibling, but with his parents being so old when they had him, chances of that happening were scarce. He and Sirius had visited Sirius' cousin's daughter, who was now around 4 years old and graced with the unfortunate name of Nymphadora, but it wasn't the same as having your own sibling.

He guessed this also wasn't the same, but at least Harry was his by blood.

"Harry, we need to talk about today. You know you gave Li-Mummy a big fright with that stunt you pulled with the broom." Harry hung his head down, his shoulders slumping and as much as James wanted to let everything go, he knew he should be firm to stop this from happening again.

"I told you not to touch the brooms, to sit quietly besides me as we watch Uncle Sirius perform fun tricks, but you deliberately disobeyed my order. You could have gotten badly hurt Harry. Do you understand?"

Sniffling, Harry nodded. "I'm sowwy daddy. I jus' wanted to fly like Siwius." James nodded, cuddling Harry closer. He knew it was partly his fault, since he had left his broom lying next to him and he had briefly forgotten Harry sat next to him as he cheered for his best friend's stunts.

It was as Sirius was landing next to them that Harry had flown off, giggling madly all the while. And while he felt proud in is heart at the expert handling of the broom that Harry had shown -the kid was a natural- he had for a moment thought the world had stopped spinning. He hadn't even realised that he'd grabbed Sirius' broom before he found himself in the air, his heart pounding all the while.

Shaking off his morbid thoughts, he looked down at the lightly dozing Harry and smiled. "Come on squirt, let's get you to bed." Picking up the sleepily protesting toddler, he crossed the room and disappeared into Harry's room.

Back on the couch, Lily sat up with wide eyes, her mind whirring on the misunderstanding from that afternoon. Knowing that James hadn't been entirely negligent in his care for Harry gave her a different perspective and she could feel a small sliver of guilt worm into her heart. Shaking her head, she hurried to her own room, intent on leaving this for tomorrow. Absently, she realised that they hadn't given Harry a bath after his wild flight, but figured he'll probably take one with James in the morning.

HP

"Harry! Get back here! Harry!" James slid around another corner as he tried to keep up with the little rascal running a few meters in front of him. He could hear Sirius, Remus and Peter panting behind him and he knew he himself was starting to slow down in exhaustion. He has no idea how a two year old boy can be so fast, but they've been chasing him for the last forty minutes.

However, he knew if Lily caught them running about the castle after a very much naked and soapy Harry, she would explode like an erumpent horn. Of course, Harry just had to take offence at the bath James had placed him in and decided that exploring the castle in his birthday suit would be much more fun.

It's been a week and a half since the flying incident and James didn't want to test Lily's strangely forgiving mood she's been in since the morning after the accident. Glancing around, he saw they were in the less travelled part of the castle, already having dodged through the crowded hallways with students' laughter chasing them.

Making eye contact with Sirius, he nodded and returned the wicked grin Sirius suddenly sported. In a moment, a great black dog ran where his friend previously was and quickly pulled ahead, catching up to the small body in front of them. Passing the giggling boy by, he turned around and blocked the path, ready to ensure Harry didn't slip by, but it was unnecessary.

As soon as Harry spied the great shaggy grim-like dog, he had stopped dead, scrutinising Sirius closely. James winced, hoping that Harry would be afraid or, merlin forbid, start crying, but once again, Harry did the unexpected.

A wide grin split the toddler's face and he ran forward excitedly, throwing his arms around the huge dog, all the while shrieking happily while his body wiggled in excitement.

"Padfoot! Padfootpadfootpadfoot!"

James's mouth dropped open and it was almost comical to see Sirius do the same. Since they had met Harry, he had stubbornly refused to come near Sirius, apart from when Sirius accompanied James. He had rebuffed the teen at every chance he got and even changed his hair bright pink and his robes Slytherin green on one memorable occasion when Sirius tried to pick him up.

Now the child was laughing and hugging, or more like smothering, Sirius. Changing back into his human form, Sirius looked down at the happy toddler, only for Harry to back away uncertainly when he saw who he was hugging.

"Padfoot?" Smiling, Sirius changed into his animagus form again, before changing back. After staring deeply into his eyes, Harry seemed to accept he was Padfoot and held up his arms, demanding to be picked up. Smiling goofily, Sirius did just that and the entire way back to James' rooms was filled with Sirius crowing smugly and Harry giggling all the way.

However, as they rounded the corner to reach the portrait, they all cringed when they saw Lily planted in front of it, her arms crossed and her eyes shooting lightning. Chuckling nervously, Sirius handed Harry to James, whose eye was twitching in worry as he smiled innocently.

Her eyes raking over the motley group, pausing on the naked Harry whose skin was turning pink, she sighed, before smiling ruefully.

"You better get him into the bath before he catches a cold." Happy to see that her strangely forgiving mood seemed to last, James hurried past her while waving goodbye to his friends and headed straight for the bathroom. Heating up the already cool water, he checked it and placed Harry back in the tub.

The sound of footsteps behind him had him tensing, sure Lily was going to rant at him now, but instead she just perched on the rim of the bath and started gently washing Harry's tangled hair. The boy in question was happily playing with his animate merperson and shark, creating an epic battle for possession of the soap bubbles in the tub.

It was with great sadness that the story progressed with the shark gobbling up the merperson, but not before the merperson had managed to stab a fatal blow to the shark, leaving Harry the proud owner of all the bubbles, which he made sure both Lily and James knew.

Glancing up, James was transfixed by the gentle smile on Lily's face, the love shining in her eyes. He wasn't sure if she knew, since she continued to vehemently deny that Harry could be her child, since it meant she would marry James, but now that he thought about it, he hadn't heard her say that in a while.

"Come on Harry. Time to get out of the tub. If you're a good boy and dress quickly and brush your teeth, I might even read you a story about the Lonely Dragon." Harry jumped up excitedly at Lily's words, babbling happily as James stood. James picked up a large fluffy towel that was slightly heated and wrapped a squirming Harry in it. He took him to the sink, helping him brush his teeth and by the time they reached the bedroom, Lily had already laid out his pyjamas.

Dressing him and tucking him into bed, James sat at the foot of the bed as he listened to Lily reading Harry the story about the Lonely Dragon who left his mountain and gold in search of friends. Her melodious voice lilted and dipped as she did the different voices for the characters and James found himself just as absorbed in the story as Harry was.

When Lily broke off, James was almost disappointed to see Harry was asleep, before quickly standing up as Lily tapped the phoenix to start glowing lightly and singing its lullaby. Stretching as he walked out of Harry's room, James was surprised to hear Lily shuffling behind him and nervously clearing her throat instead of immediately heading towards her room.

"Po-Potter, I was thinking… That incident with the broom was heart attack-inducing, but I'm not blind to how good Harry was on a broom. I thought… well… maybe if we get him a kiddies broom, one that could only go about a foot and a half off the floor… Do you… do you think that would be alright?"

James blinked, rubbed his eyes and blinked again. Lily was still standing in front of him, wringing her hands and flicking her eyes sideways. Slowly, a grin grew on his face before he tried to smother it, trying to sound mature.

'Um… yeah, yeah I think that would be alright. I… I'm sure Harry will enjoy that." Lily nodded jerkily, her cheeks lightly rose-dusted, before she turned and marched to her room. James couldn't help the smile that rose unbidden on his own face.

He would order the broom in the morning.

And that was how it ended up that a week later, Lily and Alice, joined by Remus and Peter, sat on the couch, laughing as tears streamed down their faces, with James and Sirius chasing after a manically laughing Harry, who made it his mission to knock down anything that can be knocked down as he tested out his new broom in their rooms.

Alice was snapping photos, as she had been doing the last week, while Remus was cheering Harry on and Lily was too much of a giggling mess to do much but berate James for his cursing ever now and then.

Zigzagging across the floor, Harry seemed to think this was a great game and it was a further hour before James had managed to catch him. Lifting the screeching child in his arms, James threw him into the air and caught him, tickling him mercilessly.

Lily felt something in her chest warm and thump as she watched James place his mouth against a squirming Harry's tummy and blow a raspberry, to the delight of the squealing child.

"DADDY! Daddy n-no!..!..Dad-daddy no! Mu-mummy!... He-help mum-mummy!" Laughing as Harry shrieked between laughter, Lily jumped up and swiped the happy toddler from James arms, warding James off while proclaiming that she'll protect her baby from the big, bad monster.

Harry's laughter increased as James started chasing Lily and the bundle in her arms, proclaiming that he will feed them to the Giant Squid if he caught them, while Lily ran away, yelling in mock fear all the while.

When James finally caught them, the three of them collapsed on the fluffy rug near the happily cackling fireplace and Harry squealed as James pretended to eat him.

And so the night continued, full of laughter and friendship, a night that will have brought these two groups closer than anything before has.

HP

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!

Lily jerked upright as she sleepily looked around, for a moment uncertain what had woken her. Another scream ripping through the air had her vaulting out of her bed, almost running into James as they both barrelled their way out of their rooms. Feeling James hold her shoulders to steady them both from their near brush with the floor, they heard one last cream, emanating from Harry's room, before it was cut off abruptly.

Looking at each other in concern, they pushed Harry's door open and the light flickered on with a flick of Lily's wand. Harry's bed was empty, but before she could start to panic, they both heard a sniffling and sobbing coming from the corner and walking closer, they found Harry wedged between his dresser and the wall, his face blotchy and his eyes scared.

As soon as he saw them, he shot out from his hiding place and latched onto Lily, who held him close as James rubbed his back in concern. Hearing the door to their rooms open, they shared a look and walked out of Harry's room to see Dumbledore standing in the living room.

"Headmaster? Can we help you?"

"Ah yes. I'm afraid my wards went off when young Harry here became distressed and came to see what the problem is." The headmaster's eyes were serious and it made James and Lily worry even more.

"Um, we're not sure sir. Harry was screaming. I think he may have had a nightmare, but it sounded a lot worse than that." Dumbledore seemed to think a while, before he gestured to the couches. Sitting down, Lily felt strangely reassured when James sat down next to her, but didn't have time to wonder over this feeling, as Dumbledore began to speak again.

"I do have a theory about that, but if you would indulge me for a moment, I wish to check something. It would require young Harry here to look into my eyes." Lily tensed as she saw James blanch, not sure what could warrant that expression from the usually mischievous teen.

"Professor? Are planning to use Legilimency on Harry? Sir, he's two years old!" Dumbledore sighed, looking older than Lily had seen him so far.

"I know, my boy. However, I have a suspicion that I wish to verify. I promise it will cause Harry no harm, I will be very gentle." James still seemed uncertain, but made no objection when Dumbledore crouched before Lily. Harry, who had calmed down a bit, his small body only shuddering occasionally, peeked out from where he had hidden his face, before he was seemingly caught in Dumbledore's gaze.

For long minutes the headmaster and toddler sat like that, staring at each other, before Dumbledore blinked and shifted away as Harry hid his face once again. When Lily looked at the headmaster's face, it seemed old and yet filled with hope, all at the same time.

The old man seemed absorbed in his thoughts, content to let the silence stretch, but James was not that patient.

"Sir? Could you tell us what your theory was and if it was right?" Dumbledore seemed to snap out of his musings, his eyes twinkling once again as he made himself comfortable on the plush pink armchair he had conjured.

"Of course James. Let me start with when we tested Harry's health. What our excellent Mediwitch had neglected to tell you, was that there were traces of an unknown potion found in Harry's body. It didn't seem to be causing any damage, so it wasn't deemed as very important.

"However, when I examined the robe Harry arrived in, in greater detail, I found that the amount of traces the time sands left was a lot more than would usually be used to go back about four years in the past. Furthermore, upon closer examination, I found a name tag for the person to whom the robe belonged. Can you guess who that person is?"

James and Lily stayed quiet, though a nasty suspicion was starting to rise within her. After seeing that the two weren't going to answer, Dumbledore explained further.

"The name was Harry James Potter. Of course, when I heard that, I examined the remains of the potion Madam Pomfrey managed to get closer and determined that it contained phoenix ash, as well as fairy wings and newt tongue, all of which, when put together, form essential ingredients for a de-aging potion. Based on the amount of time sand used and the robe's size, I determine Harry had travelled back in time closer to twenty years and would put him around seventeen or eighteen years old. He's just under the effects of a de-aging potion now."

Lily felt something like lead settle in her stomach as her suspicion was confirmed. The giggling two year old she had known for close to three weeks now was actually already a man. She could hear James make a strangled sound next to her and she automatically held the boy in her arms closer.

"Wha-what does that mean for Harry?" Dumbledore sighed again.

"From what I could gather, Harry is experiencing nightmares due to the gradual return of his memories. When I looked at his memories, there was also the memory of a young blond woman telling him of a chamber in the Ministry of Magic that contained the time turners. So far, I hadn't thought about that chamber, though I knew about it, but now I'm sure we'll be able to get Harry to his proper age and back to his own time within little less than a month. He will be home right in time for Christmas"

Seeing that the young couple were a bit shell-shocked, Dumbledore quietly took his leave and left them to their thought.

"Mummy…?" Lily started and looked down at the brilliant green eyes that peeked up at her. His small hands were still clutching her pyjamas tightly and she could feel his entire body shivering.

"Yes Harry? Are you alright? Did you have a bad dream?" The boy nodded slightly, his bottom lip quivering as he held on tighter. She could see tears welling up in his eyes and automatically held him closer, feeling more than seeing him relax a bit as James rubbed his back.

"Harry, you do know that whatever you dream about can't hurt you right? It's just a dream."

"Angwy… Always angwy. They have scary eyes… Th-they say I k-ki-killed them… Mummy, Daddy, I don't wanna see them… It makes my chest huwt…" Lily could feel her own eyes tear up as she listened to the heart-broken sobs coming from that small body. She blinked when she felt James get up and saw him kneeling in front of Harry, gently tilting his face up. When those verdant eyes met his hazelnut orbs, he smiled gently.

"Harry, you never have to be afraid. Both your mummy and I will always be there for you. We love you no matter what. No matter what happens, no matter what you experience or what anyone tells you, we will always look after you, even when it doesn't seem so."

Smiling shyly at James, the last of the tension lining Harry's body seemed to fade away and the young time traveller drifted off to sleep. But Lily couldn't help but repeat his words in her mind and she could feel an unfamiliar fear well up in her. She turned to James, her sorrow and worry reflected in James' eyes.

"James… Why would Harry be having nightmares just because his memories are returning? What could be so bad as to cause him to scream like that?" James seemed sick as he thought and Lily's heart contracted, so worried she hadn't even realised she called her arch-nemesis by his given name. James shook his head as he regarded the sleeping boy.

"I don't know Lily. We would protect him from everything. I know I would make sure he would never experience anything that could make him scream like that…"

"…Unless… we aren't there to protect him… He- he talked about an aunt. An aunt who told him his house went boom. Could that…?" James pursed his lips and shook his head, not willing to consider what that would mean and Lily bent over Harry, silent tears tracking over her cheeks.

When James placed his arms around her, she gratefully leaned into him, needing the support even though she would deny having done so the next morning.

They sat that way for the rest of the night, staring into the flickering fire.

HP

James and Lily had decided to make sure Harry's last two weeks was filled with as much fun and memories as they could manage. Alice took even more photos and the two girls found out about the Marauders' animagus forms, though they already knew about Remus' werewolf status due to Lily figuring it out in their third year. Epic snowball fights, pranks, Quidditch and various other games filled their evenings, with James and Lily spending every available moment with Harry.

After the third night where Harry had nightmares and cuddled in with one of them in bed, they decided to make one large christmas-bed in the living room, with Alice, Sirius, Remus and Peter joined them. Pillow fights were common and Harry's infectious giggling filled the room frequently. Snuggled up with both his parents on either sides, Harry's nightmares started to wane, until he no longer had them, but that didn't stop Lily and James from sleeping in the christmas-bed with him.

Today the snow was falling gently outside and Lily had decided to take Harry outside while James and Sirius were forced by Remus to finish some homework due the next day. Helping Harry pull on his thick snow boots and buttoning his warm snow jacket, she wound a scarf around his neck and pulled a beanie over his wild hair. Making sure he had his mittens on, she hefted him onto her hip and walked out their rooms, grabbing her own jacket along the way.

Harry was babbling about snowmen and angels and she smiled and nodded along, both chattering gaily. Reaching the Entrance Hall, she set her future son on his own feet and watched as he excitedly ran outside, following behind him at a much more leisure pace while making sure to keep him in sight. She started to speed up when she saw him fall over a hidden rock and crash face first in the snow, but her worry was for nothing as he laughed and rolled around in the snow.

He seemed immune to the cold and she grinned as he made a snow angel, pulling her hand to show her the finished product. At his behest, she made one of her own next to his considerably smaller one.

"There! Now the baby angel has a mummy to play with." Laughing at his adorable comment, she scooped him up and, to his joy, peppered his face with butterfly kisses. Putting him down, she could feel her heart warming as the small boy, almost drowning and looking like a beach ball in his thick snow jacket, ran around kicking up snow and trying to catch snowflakes on his tongue. She couldn't believe the amount of love she felt for him and it made her dread the day he had to go back to his own time, since she was pretty sure she wasn't in it.

"Mummy, look! What is that?" The thrilled voice of the two year old pierced her melancholy thoughts and she looked to where his tiny hand was pointing, only to smile in delight.

There, not too far above Harry's head, were a few dozen fairies dancing on the snowflakes. At least, it looked like they were dancing, but it might have been some game they were playing, since she could see they weren't using their wings, but rather jumping from snowflake to snowflake.

Bending down, she crouched next to Harry, who was just as mesmerised. Fishing out the camera, she took several pictures of the fairies, as well as Harry's happy little face and even managed to get a shot of one fairy landing on Harry's nose after tumbling off a snowflake. The fairy, no bigger than Lily's thumb nail, smiled prettily and patted Harry's nose, before she jumped off onto a passing snowflake and quickly made her way upwards to her brethren.

Harry was so excited that he was laughing and hopping around, his entire body jiggling in delight. Lily laughed and scooped him up, cuddling the small boy tightly, before putting him down and starting to build a snowman.

The rest of the afternoon passed and when Harry started to look quite pink-cheeked from the cold and started lagging, they made their way up the rooms where the rest of their group were waiting with hot-chocolate.

HP

Due to Harry leaving before Christmas, James figured they could have their own little Christmas night, to which the rest of the group immediately agreed. So it turned out that the night before Harry was scheduled to be aged and returned to his time, the marauders and two girls all met one last time in the living room of the Head Boy and Head Girl's room to exchange presents.

The entire day, which happened to be a Saturday, was filled with Christmas carols and laughter as they decorated the room, rigged up a modest Christmas tree and generally spent it with Harry.

That night, Lily lighted the fireplace and dimmed the lights, before letting the two-dozen or so fairies out of their jars to fly around in the room. Bluebell flames were stationed in jars throughout the room, creating more than enough light to see by while still creating a cosy atmosphere.

Harry was beside himself with excitement, running around here and there and demanding to know when he could open the presents. When everyone finally gathered around the Christmas tree, he wasted no time in grabbing the first present and running to his mum, asking her to whom he should give it.

"That's Remus' present Harry." Lily pointed towards the werewolf and Harry handed him the present, before picking up the next one and taking it to James this time. And so it continued, with Harry stacking all his presents carefully in a pile and leaving them till he handed everyone else's theirs.

When he finally sat down, he proceeded to tear with wild abandon into his pile, giggling as he tore the brightly coloured paper and chucked it all around. Lily giggled as she opened her own gift. Since it wasn't actually Christmas yet and they didn't usually give each other gifts, the two groups had decided to do a Secret Santa this time and try to guess from who the present came from.

Lily had to get James something and she was trying very hard not to glance at him out of the corner of her eye as she balled the paper up and studied her own gift. Her breath seemed to catch in her throat as she held the item she had received up.

It was a delicate lily necklace, yellow in the centre and becoming steadily darker yellow-orange as it neared the tips. The petals looked as if someone had taken a paintbrush and painted a deep purple-red stoke from centre to tip on them. It was a far cry from the usual white lily-items she had gotten over the years, standing out above similar gifts. As she brought it closer to see the exquisite detail better, the faint smell of lilies drifted to her and she realised the necklace was charmed. Trailing one finger over the beautiful petals, she was startled and awed to see the petals start to close.

She looked up, to find James watching her, but he hurriedly looked away when she caught his eye. She smiled slightly to herself as she clipped the necklace on.

"Ok, I'm guessing my present is from Peter." Sirius declared and the mousy-looking boy raised his hand sheepishly. "Caught."

"Thanks for the sweets Wormtail, it's not every day I get sweets in the shapes of bones." There was a slight, very subtle hint of sarcasm in Sirius' voice, but Peter didn't seem to realise, as he swelled with pride.

"Alright, Peter, you're next!"

"Uuum… James?" James grinned and shook his head and Peter thought for a while, scrutinizing the cockroach Clusters and various prank items.

"Uuuhm, Remus?... Alice?" Alice nodded and Peter thanked her, already sucking on one of the cockroach clusters, which happened to be his favourite sweet. Alice was up next and she immediately guessed right.

"Remus. Because only you or Lily will give me books on Herbology, my favourite subject, since I don't think the others know."

"Guilty." The shabby teen raised his hand, smiling, before he pinned Sirius with a gaze.

"I don't think your gift is particularly funny Padfoot."

"Aw, how'd you know it was me? It's supposed to be secret santa!"

"No one else is stupid enough to give me a calendar where, instead of showing the cycle of the moon, it shows a werewolf becoming cranky on a half-moon and changing fully on the full moon."

Lily rolled her eyes as she looked at James again, now knowing for certain that they had been each other's secret santa. She was even more nervous about how he would like his gift.

"So James, what did your sweetheart get you?" Glaring half-heartedly at Sirius as her cheeks filled with blood, she turned to see James' reaction.

In James' hand was a snow globe with a magnificent stag in the middle. Snowflakes were charmed to fall never-endingly and the stag looked around before stamping its hoof. Pawing with its front hoof at the snow covered ground, it cleared a piece of snow and in that space, a lily sprouted. James was quiet as he watched it and Lily feared she's gone too far, especially since she was still uncertain of her feelings for the young man.

However, James smiled gently, saying he loved it and she could feel the heat rising in her cheeks and chest as he stared into her eyes. She was almost grateful for Harry's happy squeal breaking the intense moment between them and happily turned her attention the bouncing boy in front of her.

"Mummy, look look! I got a book! And a glass ball!" Lily grinned at the young toddler's happy face, knowing he wouldn't understand the very precious meaning of those items till he was his proper age.

"They're beautiful Harry. What else did you get?" The boy happily showed off his set of huge plushies, that ranged from a stag, a black dog, a wolf, a rat, a lily and a potted plant for Alice, along with a auror plushie, which Alice said was supposed to represent her long-time boyfriend, Frank Longbottom, who was training to be an auror now. He also got an old pocket watch from James, which apparently belonged to his father and his father's father and so on, which was engraved with the Potter family crest.

Alice had gifted him the book, which was actually a photo album and Sirius, Remus and Peter had all chipped in on the plushies and all of them were charmed to feel like you were hugging the person the plushie represented. At the moment, Harry was doing his very best to hug all seven of the large plushies at once, and Lily laughed and showed him where to tap them with your finger to shrink them to more manageable sizes.

As it was starting to get late, them all having played with Harry for two hours, they diligently packed his gifts away in the bag he would take back with him to the future and said goodnight. Harry once again settled between his parents, his smile staying bright even in sleep.

Long after the others fell asleep, Lily and James were still awake, watching the small boy in their arms and wondering what the future held.

HP

Alright, what did you guys think? I am REALLY excited to hear your thoughts on this chapter, as it's probably my favorite chapter and I really enjoyed it when writing it! I hope you guys enjoyed reading it and that little-Harry was to your liking:) Also, what did you think about Lily and James' development? Too fast, too slow, not good enough, amazing? I'm looking forward to reviews! ;D