The five of them appeared in Hogsmeade. Harry had recognized most of the shops, however most were closed down. Teddy looked around as well. It seemed that he knew where they were, even though he had only been there a few times in the future.

The future.

Harry still couldn't whirl his head around the fact that they were 21 years in the past. When his parents were still alive. When everyone was still alive.

"We're heading to Hogwarts – Dumbledore's there," his mum - Lily - said, interrupting his monologue. She said a spell under her breath, and a doe appeared out of her wand. She whispered a few words to it before it pranced off. "Dumbledore knows we're coming." She then lead them down the path to Hogwarts.

"I still think it's awfully suspicious he wants to see him – and that he gave up his wand!" Sirius whispered to his dad, James.

Harry had to remember that these weren't his parents yet. Yet. What would happen if their Harry was born before they left this time? Could both of them exist at one time? Would he go out of existence, leaving Teddy alone? Harry slightly tightened his hold on him. He was determined to go back to their time. Hopefully Dumbledore will be able to help.

The five of them passed Hagrid's, which seemed smaller, the Whomping Willow, looking greener, and the Quidditch Pitch. So many good and bad memories. They had entered Hogwarts, which was empty quiet, but was not surprising considering the war. They had soon reached the headmaster's office. Harry recognized the gargoyle barring the doorway. James then walked towards it. He quietly said the password – Liquorice Wands – which Harry strained to hear. The gargoyle moved, allowing them entry. Once they arrived in the office, filled with objects, books, and gizmos, a wizard in the centre turned towards them. Albus Dumbledore, in all his bearded glory, looked the same, other than a wearily look in his eyes. Harry hadn't realized how much he had missed the headmaster. Although, while the headmaster looked at him with joy in the past (the future?), he now stared at him apprehensively.

"Lily, James, Sirius," he said, nodding at each of them.

"Professor Dumbledore," James started. "This is Harry and Teddy. We found them during the attack on Diagon Alley. He said he wanted to speak with you."

"Truly?"

Harry nodded, and glanced at his future parents and godfather. Harry couldn't talk about this with them here. Or anyone other than Dumbledore.

"Why don't you all check on Edgar?" Dumbledore then suggested. The three of their faces darkened, and Lily's face seemed worried. They nodded, gave his wand to Dumbledore, and promptly left the office.

Dumbledore turned to Harry, "Now was there something you wanted to say?" He asked.

"Yes." Harry had to tell the truth to someone. "I know we haven't met, but we will."

Dumbledore lifted an eyebrow.

"We're from the future," Harry said bluntly.

"Really? When will we meet? Tomorrow, or next Tuesday?" Dumbledore asked.

"Er, no. We first meet in 1991."

Dumbledore's eyebrows rose. "12 years? Such time travel hasn't been invented."

"21 years, professor. We came from the year 2000." Harry swallowed. He had expected Dumbledore, one of the best wizards, to solve this catastrophe. What if he and Teddy could never go back? The child in question was quiet, staring at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore, as if sensing Harry's distress said, "Just because it has not occurred, doesn't mean it is impossible. It is however, unfortunate that you have come to this time. Dark days are upon us."

Harry glanced at the child in his arms. He didn't want to think of Teddy seeing the horrors of Voldemort and his followers. The attack on Diagon Alley would be enough to traumatize a child.

A thought occurred to Harry. "Professor, with us being from the future, would our actions change it? I mean, I had helped stop the attack on Diagon Alley."

"Hmm," Dumbledore hummed, stroking his beard. "Time travel is a fickle thing, indeed. It could change the future, create a another timeline, or perhaps this is what happens in your past. Of course, these circumstances are unique, so we can never be sure."

Dumbledore then looked at a squirming Teddy, who seemed uncomfortable staying in one spot. "I do not know what would happen when you are born in this time. You met me at Hogwarts, correct?" Harry nodded. "1979 or 1980. There are at least two years until you in this time are born. I'm afraid I don't know how long it will take to get you two back," Dumbledore said.

"I understand, sir."

"Good," Dumbledore clasped his hands. "Now, in the meantime, would you like to stay in a safe house of mine? As you have no place to go?"

"Yes, thank you."

"It's not a problem. Many of my associates come there, including those who escorted you. Speaking of which, you might want to come up with a new surname. Many of my associates would be suspicious of the lack of one. Of course it doesn't help that you look so much like James," Dumbledore said, his eyes twinkling.

So Dumbledore had figured out they were related. Harry thought about what Dumbledore had said. A surname? Well, Potter and Weasley were out; they were well-known in the Wizarding World. Harry could've chosen Evans, or even Dursley, but he wasn't sure how common they were. He supposed he could also – .

Dumbledore interrupted his thinking, "I realize this has come as a large shock for you, appearing 21 years in the past – perhaps even meeting your parents – so I'm assuming you won't tell anyone the truth while you're here."

Harry shook his head.

"Well then, we can leave now if you wish," Dumbledore said.

Harry nodded. He was glad he had some money in his pocket, but he was unsure if it would be enough to stay at Hogsmeade, or Diagon Alley – once it recovered from the flames.

Dumbledore continued to speak, "As I had said, my associates can be quite paranoid, especially in these times. So I warn you not to seem suspicious." Dumbledore then offered his forearm to Harry, who took hold of it.

"I thought you couldn't apparate in Hogwarts," Harry said, furrowing his eyebrows.

Dumbledore's eyes twinkled. "Magic does not have boundaries," He said cryptically.

They disapparated from the eccentric office.