Authors Note- Here's chapter four, Ladies and Gentlemen (I just felt like saying that, I don't know why). Thanks to every one who's read my stories, or added me to their favorite lists -- And a HUGE Thanks to all reviewers! You're the best! I apologize to anyone who didn't like chapter three, or thought it was... strange (I agree with you). I think this chapter is a lot better though. Have fun!

Lily Evans POV

I followed them out, banishing my confused thoughts. I made myself pay attention to what was going on.

Halfway down the hall I bumped into James. Rose, who was leading the group, had stopped suddenly, creating a domino- like effect. She was pacing back and forth which prevented any of us from passing her.

"Why the hold up, Rose?" asked James, the brown haired boy.

"How could I have been so stupid?!" she ejaculated, glaring at the ceiling.

"Err, Rose?" said Lily.

"What?" She threw the word at her cousin and then sighed. "I wasn't paying attention – did anyone see any light or feel… anything when we walked through the door?"

"No."

She nodded absently and started pacing again, all the while mumbling to herself.

"I hate it when she does that," said Al.

We waited. Nothing was happening, and I was afraid my mind would slip into thinking the unwanted thoughts; the thoughts of James… and I.

Stop it, Lily! I told myself. I forced my attention back on Rose's pacing form.

"Seventy- one hours," she stated quietly.

"Seventy- one hours…?" questioned Al.

"We have seventy- one hours to get back to where we came from."

"Oh… well, that's good isn't it?"

"To a certain degree." She looked at us collectively. "Right – in order for this to work, I need information and - Lily, James! Why aren't you disguised?!"

"Um, we were but…"

"It just felt so weird to be blonde," I finished.

She came up to us, and pointed her wand directly at my face, looking grimly determined.

"What're you-" I started to complain.

"Just stay very still."

After a few swishes of her wand, she handed me a mirror. What I saw was a brunette bombshell.

"What did you do to me?" I asked, trying not to sound too pleased.

"A few minor adjustments, nothing major; I can still tell you're you.

"Your turn, James."

She turned his hair a light brown, and did some other things that I couldn't really place, but he looked different all the same.

James... Stop it! I reprimanded myself again.

"As I was saying; in order for my plan to work, we need-"

"Err, plan?" said James Jr.

"You know, James, as a cousin you're quite a disappointment. I would hopeyou have more faith in me then you let on. And please, don't interrupt. My plan is this– Ginny, Harry: find Dumbledore and McGonagall, please, and bring them to the Library. If it takes longer than… half an hour, come to the library anyway. The rest of us will go to the library to research the things that I need."

"What are the things you need?" asked Ginny.

"Ingredients to make a potion that will reopen the time portal on Dumbledore's office door."

"Potion? Wouldn't there be a charm or something?"

Rose shook her head. "No; to create a time portal, the fumes from a type of time potion are needed. I've also surmised that we have seventy one hours to make it – the time portal, that is."

"How did you figure that out?" asked James; my James.

My James?! What is wrong with me?

Focus, Lily, Focus.

"Don't answer that," said Albus hastily to Rose, who looked like she was just about to give a long lecture. She sighed.

"I need to make this potion soon so the time portal can still be reopened. Like I said, we only have seventy- one hours, and this is a rather complicated potion. Fortunately, I have my copy of Ministry inventions of the twenty first century with me."

She nodded smartly.

"Are you willing to contribute, and follow my plan?" She looked at us with almost accusing eyes. I stifled a laugh.

"All right, off you hop then. That means you, Aun- Ginny, and Harry."

"Okay, see you in, um, half an hour," said Harry.

I watched for a prolonged moment as my son walked away.

"To the Library then," said Rose, spinning on her heel.

It was surreal; strolling down the halls of Hogwarts, in 1997, no less. Some people gave us strange looks, but no one talked to us because they were going to their next classes. We were able to avoid all adults until we reached the library, but that was fine. Madame Pince and Mr. Filch were absorbed in a deep conversation, something about whether or not students should be allowed to bring sugar quills into the library on Weekdays.

Our group of six snuck past them to an empty desk.

"We're going to have to split up," said Rose as she glanced at her watched anxiously. "I need Potions books, arithmancy books and herbology books," said Rose. "Can, Lily E. and Jame-" She stopped abruptly, looking at Lily, who seemed to be the reason Rose stopped.

"Lily and Lily, can you get the potions books?" she revised. We nodded.

"James the first and Al, Herbology books; and James the second and I will handle Arithmancy."

"What sort of Herbology books?" asked Al.

"Here," she said as she took a book from her bag. She tore two pages from it and handed them to Al.

"I really need books on how to juice and smoke these types of plants, rather than books about the plants specifically."

"We can do that," said Al, and they left.

"Why did you rip pages from a book?" asked James.

"Because, they needed a list of-"

"No I mean, why would you rip pages out of any book? Isn't that sacrilegious?" he teased.

Rose raised her eyebrows coldly, but otherwise ignored him. I thought she looked embarrassed, though.

"In this book," she placed it on the table, "In chapter seventeen, you'll find potions that I need extensive information on; especially… fumificus antiquarius, and fumificus generalis posterus."

"Okay, but, How are we going to remember all that?" asked Lily.

"You won't need to; it's all In the chapter."

"All right, see you later Rose, James."

As soon as we were out of sight, I grabbed Lily's arm.

"Thank you," I said.

"For what?"

"For saving me from being alone with James; I don't think I'd be able to handle that right now."

She smiled. "No problem. I call it 'Redhead telepathy'." She then grew serious. "I know you need time to think. This is… this is mind boggling stuff."

"Mind boggling is right," I agreed.

"Come on, it's this way."

We sat at a desk in between two shelves. I opened the book to chapter seventeen.

What did she say? Genralias posterus? No…

I ran my finger down the page.

Ah, here it is – fumificus antiquarius. That's one of them… Now the other one…

"Hey Lily, what did she-" I looked up and she was staring at my face.

"What?" I asked.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Lily blurted.

"Talk about what?"

She raised one unbelieving eyebrow at me. "You know what," she said.

"Erm…" I deliberated for a moment. "Yes, I do want to talk about it."

"What exactly was your relationship with James; before today?"

That opened the floodgate.

"One sided! I try to mind my own business. But all he does is strut about like a prat, like he thinks he owns the place: Mussing up his hair; playing with stolen snitches; hexing anyone whenever he feels like it; an-and asking me out every bloody five seconds! I mean, who on earth does he think he is?!"

"A marauder?"

"Oh and that just makes everything all right, does it? Oh, everyone else listens to the rules, but he- he- he…"

"He…?"

"I don't know what to think of him," I conceded glumly. "At first he was just annoying, and I thought he would grow out of it, but he just gets worse and worse! He always seems to be right there, you know?"

Lily sighed.

"What're you going to do?"

"When we get back, you mean?"

She nodded.

"Act like nothing's happened."

"Why?" she probed.

"Because… I thought a lot about this when we were in Dumbledore's study. I've… accepted that things… are going to happen between us, and I don't want it to be awkward, or unnatural."

"So you admit thing are going to happen," she said, with a hint of a smile.

"I- Lily, this conversation does not leave this…book shelf, understand?"

"Yes."

"I thought I hated James Potter. I really did. But now… I'm not sure. I was so annoyed at him for asking me out all the time and so many other things, but I wondered why he did. Was it because he was attracted to me? Or did he actually like me? I guessed it was the first." I inhaled deeply. "D'you think he…" I didn't know what to say.

Lily came around the table and put her arm around me.

"You know what? I think he is a sixteen year old boy, but a sixteen year old boy who is very crazy about you. I've talked to my dad about this a lot. You know, why boys do the crazy things they do." She snorted. "I think James really likes you."

"But- but- but," I stuttered. What was wrong with me? I sighed in frustration. "Yeah I know that 'Boys are idiots around the girls they like' theory, but he's just a real-"

"Prat-ish, idiotic, annoying, git?"

"Exactly."

"So... what are you going to do?!"

"I'm going to do what I said; pretend nothing happened!"

"You should at least try to be friends with him."

"How can I be friends with someone I detest?!"

"Lily, how thick do you think my head is? I saw the way you look at him – you like him. You like James."

"No I don't!" I cried, my face flushing with all sorts of emotions. "Look, I just found out that I married Potter, have a son, have three grandchildren, and I only have seventy one hours to get back to nineteen seventy seven! Trying to befriend James will only make things harder. I just want things to stay the way they are… or, were."

I really just didn't want to think about him anymore. I was afraid my head would explode with the strain.

"I'm not trying to make things harder; I'm trying to make them easier," she said quietly. "We'd better get started on this list, or we'll never get it done."

"You're right," I said.

"Fumificus antiquarius… That would be in the 'bonding/ blood' section…"

"So, are there any boys you like?" I asked. We were now sitting at a bigger desk, one that accommodated our colossal book load.

"Yeah, of course there are, but it's not like I can do anything about it." She turned a page.

"Tergeo," I murmured, before the book-dust could make her sneeze.

"Thanks." Her eyes scanned the page. "I'm not allowed to date until my fifth year." She blushed scarlet as she said this.

"You look guilty," I observed.

"Well- you- I-I've only dated three guys!" she confessed. "That's not really bad, is it?"

"It is if you're not allowed to date," I laughed.

"Humph," she huffed.

I laughed again at the look on her face. "Hey, is this the right kind of potion?" I asked.

"That's a good one, I'll write it down." Lily seemed very eager to change the subject.

Fifteen minutes later, we went to the Arithmancy section where Rose was waiting.

"Here, Rose. This is everything we could find," Lily said. We put our books and lists in front of her.

"Thanks." She looked through them. "Wow, this is excellent. This is everything I need, thank you."

Albus and James came and sat at the desk next to ours.

"Did we miss anything, Rose?" Al asked as he handed her a roll of parchment.

I looked at James then. He was paying close attention to Rose, and acted like I wasn't there.

"I don't think so. This is everything I need on lovage, though," she added approvingly.

"Good," James said, "It took us forever to find that book." He grinned, and I couldn't help but crack a smile.

Lily Evans, Stop that! There is no thinking about J- Potter! Potter, Potter, POTTER!

For goodness sake, why did I have to chide myself?

"Hey Rose, Uh…" said Ginny.

"Did you find them?" she asked.

"You see Rose, that's thing, we, uh…"

"We can't find them," Harry finished.

He really sounds like James.

Ugh! Shut up, bad thoughts!

"Can't find them! What do you mean, 'can't find them'?"

"Apparently, Professor Dumbledore is away, and McGonagall isn't here."

"What're we going to do?" Rose wailed.

"Hermione's the one who's got the brains, why don't we-" suggested Harry.

"I can't have Hermione here," Rose hissed, "She's my mother."

"You asked what we're going to do, and Harry told you," said Ginny.

"I guess, given the circumstances…"

"Great! Let's go to Gryffindor tower, then. The sixth years have a free period now, don't they Harry?"

"Yeah, and it ends in forty five minutes." He looked at his watch.

"Okay… but you're doing the talking."

"Deal."

The group of us got out of the library easily (Madame Pince and Filch were still in deep conversation).

On our way there, I noticed some of new paintings, and I got stuck in a new trick stair.

"This wasn't here when I was a kid," I said with a laugh.

When I said this Harry looked really sad.

I was about to ask him if he was all right, when I heard Rose scream.

A tall, gangly and extremely freckled redhead boy was coming towards us.

Ah, this must be Ron.

Suddenly, both Rose and Ron screamed.

So quickly I almost didn't see it, Rose slipped her shoe off and whacked the hand rail.

What the…

She screamed again.

"It's on me, it's on me! Get it off, get it off!" She shrieked.

It must be a spider or something.

Lily sighed loudly and picked the offending spider off the banister and put it on the other side.

"Is it dead?" Rose squeaked, with her hands covering her face.

"No, but it's about three meters away from you already, Rose."

"Good," the poor girl said in a strained voice. "Just make sure it's gone."

"It's not coming back, Rose."

She removed her hands from her face.

"Harry, Ginny: who are these people?" Ron asked.

Ginny almost answered, but Rose's 'in- charge' nature seemed to overcome her, and she answered instead.

"I'm Rose Weasley."

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