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Albus Severus Potter woke up in a very different place than his brother. Instead of a dark damp cell, he was in a dimly lit room. There was a long table that took up most of the space, while dusty cabinets hugged the walls. It looked like it hadn't been touched for a long time. Al could see plates and long wooden spoons hanging from the wall, so he guessed he might be in a very old kitchen.
The young boy had woken up in the corner of the room so he had a decent view of it. Al was sitting in a straight backed wooden chair. Trying to get up and explore where he was, he found he couldn't because his wrists were tied behind him to the chair. Al wiggled around urging the ropes to magically fall off, but he had no such luck. Instead, he just tried to get in a more comfortable position, since he had no idea when he would get out of it. Albus was surprised at how calm he felt. He knew that he should be panicking and screaming for his brother, sister, parents, anybody. But this room felt a bit familiar, which comforted him greatly. He continued to sit like this looking around for something he could use to break free.
After about ten minutes, he had gotten an inch closer to the knife all the way across the room. But then, he started to hear voices coming for the other side of the only door in the room. The teenager froze. The door swung open and a tall ginger walked in. He seemed to be talking to others outside of the room, "I can't remember if you packed the Ancient Runes book or not. You could've packed the whole Chudley Cannons team in that bag and I wouldn't know."
The older teenager stopped short when he saw that Al was staring right at him fearfully and very clearly awake. "Harry, Hermione!" he called, "The kid's awake!"
"What!" a feminine voice shrieked. "What do you mean?"
"I mean the kids awake, staring right at me."
"But, the spell isn't suppose to wear out for another 3 hours."
"Well, apparently it wore off early, can you guys come in here? The kid's freaking me out."
Albus had stayed silent for the whole bizarre exchange. He had tensed up when he heard the names Harry and Hermione. They couldn't be his dad and aunt. It was just a coincidence. The boy standing in front of him couldn't be his Uncle Ron, could he? He was much too young. Unless somehow, his parents had de-aged somehow. Two other people entered the kitchen. The young woman had bushy brown hair that looked like it could never be tamed, just like his Aunt Hermione's. But the other boy, he had messy raven hair, green eyes and glasses, and lastly Al looked at his forehead and saw what looked like a thin scar under his bangs, that matched his father's.
These people before him definitely resembled his dad, aunt, and uncle. But, it couldn't possibly be them. Why would they be so young? The more important question would be why would they keep him tied up to the chair like this? His dad had sworn never to hurt him. Why would he be treated like a criminal? What could it be? An idea struck him but seemed too crazy to actually be real. But, there was no other solutions. He must have gone back into the past before him, or even James was born. That would be the only thing that would explain why his father was pointing his wand threatening at him. Lily and James must be around here somewhere too. They must be here. He couldn't imagine his siblings being lost in time. What if he never saw them again? He felt like he couldn't breathe anymore, there were too many thoughts racing around in his mind.
Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and Hermione Granger were looking at the strange boy with worry. His eyes were shifting to each of them and their wands pointed at him as a precaution. Harry noticed the boy was almost on the verge of a panic attack. "What should we do?" Ron whispered as if not to disturb the boy.
"I don't know," replied Harry, "Maybe we should try and break him out of this spell."
"Kid," Ron nudged Al. "Hey kid, snap out of it."
The boy's head snapped up and he started to calm down, taking deeper and slower breaths. When he seemed as if he had calmed down enough, Hermione ventured, "Who are you?"
"I am friend," Al replied quickly.
"Ok then, but what is your name?" his father prodded.
Al gulped dreading the question, knowing that the question would shock the group. He took a deep breath and said, "My name is Albus Potter," carefully omitting his middle name knowing that his father didn't have especially great views on Severus Snape when he was younger.
He looked up at the group to see that his uncle was looking at him with confusion, aunt with curiosity, and his dad just in distrust. Looking directly at Harry he elaborated, "I'm your son, from the future, I think. What is the date anyway?"
Hermione recovered first and answered, "August 4, 1997."
"Definitely from the future then, I think about almost 25 years," Al reassured the group.
"Bloody Hell, you're Harry's son and from the future, is that even possible?"
Al opened his mouth to reply but Hermione cut him off. "Well there've been instances with dysfunctioning time turners of going back a few weeks. But never that many years."
"I don't trust him," Harry stated plainly.
Albus noticed that his father unlike Hermione and Ron hadn't lowered his wand yet. He was staring at him coldly. This was because Harry couldn't believe that he actually had a son, who just happened to come from the future, in the middle of a war. Like Hermione had said, time travel was not possible this far back. It was probably some ploy by Voldemort.
Hermione and Ron looked at Harry strangely. Ron said, "What do you mean you don't trust him? He's your son!"
"C'mon Ron look at this logically. My son from 25 years in the future somehow travels back in time and just stumbles upon his father who is currently the most wanted wizard in Britain. I mean look at the odds."
Hermione was swayed by the argument and said, "I guess you're right Harry. It seems too unlikely."
"But I'm your son," Albus exclaimed. "I wouldn't lie about this! You have to believe me."
"We can't trust anyone. Not even one who claims to be my son. Hermione, we going to have to oblivate him and let him go."
Ron reluctantly nodded his head in agreement.
"Wait," Al tried to plead again. "What if I prove that I am your son."
"Why don't we at least give him a chance, Harry. If he really is your son, then you wouldn't want to cast him out," said Ron.
Harry thought about this for a moment letting Albus sweat over the upcoming decision. He nodded in agreement with Ron and then Hermione turned to Harry and asked, "What do you think would be a good question?"
Harry pondered this for a long while, starting to talk but barely getting a word out before shutting his mouth again. Finally he decided, "What was I put on trial for?"
Al looked stunned, "Wait, you were on trial. You never told me that. When was it?"
"See Ron, he doesn't even know that. I definitely would've told my kids kids that."
"C'mon that's a hard one try another one."
"Wait, I've got it," Hermione cried out. "What was the name of the hippogriff that Harry and I helped Sirius escape on? You would've told you kids all about Sirius."
"Wait, I know this one, just give me a second," Al said. Now what was it now. It was something to do with feathers "It was Ruffles, wasn't it?"
"That isn't even close," Harry said exasperated. "If he can't even get that, I don't think he's my son."
"I guess you're right," Hermione reluctantly agreed. She started to raise her wand as to obliviate him.
"No," Al cried. "I'm your son, please don't do this. Let me prove it."
"You already had two chances," Harry replied.
"Please, let me think," Al paused for a minute and an idea struck him. "Before I went off to Hogwarts for my first year, James, my brother, kept telling me I was going to be in Slytherin when I really didn't want to be. But, you told me that for you the sorting hat took your desires' into account and if I really didn't want to be in Slytherin I could tell it so, like you did when you were my age."
Harry looked stunned but then, his facial expression softened when he realized that Al was telling the truth. Ron and Hermione were staring at Harry looking for his reaction to signal that it was ok. Al's Dad stumbled back into the chair behind him and put his head between his knees. "I have a son," he kept repeating.
Al was very relieved that his father finally believed him. His dad would never let any harm come to him so everything would be ok. They could find James and Lily and somehow work out how to get back home. Aunt Hermione had a solution for everything so it shouldn't be a problem.
Ron broke Harry out of his trance by saying, "Mate, I think you missed something. Albus said something about having him a brother."
"Two sons!" Harry cried in disbelief.
"And I sort of have a sister too. Her name is Lily," Al interjected.
"Three kids!" Harry groaned. "Wait, who is your mother?"
"Ummmm...Ginny Weasley," he replied tentatively.
"Ginny, you finally get back together with my sister," Ron said.
"Well obviously, considering he had three kids with her, Ron," said Hermione.
"I marry Ginny, and have three kids," Harry repeated. "I never really thought about getting married and having kids and all that stuff with the war going on and everything," he paused, "Does that mean...does that mean that You-Know-Who is gone?"
"Yes, yes he is. I know that you three helped defeat him" Al replied.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione looked like they were the happiest people on the planet right then. Ron gave a shout of joy, Hermione was beaming, and Harry looked so relieved. "It really does work out for the better," He said.
"Wait, I just thought of something," cried out Hermione. "Al could tell us what happened and then we would be able to defeat You-Know-Who and then we can do everything, but much faster then I bet we did in Albus' world."
"Blimey, I bet we could save a bunch of lives doing this," said Ron.
"So, what do you say? Do you really think you could help us?" His father asked.
Al hesitated for a minute. He wasn't sure how to break it to his father. He looked so much happier, and hopeful once he was told Voldemort was gone. He always hated disappointing his father. He better say it as plainly as he could. "I would really like to help you guys...I really would but, I was never told what happened... I don't know how you guys defeated You-Know-Who."
AN: Thanks for reading. Hopefully by mid June there will be another update. I'm really sorry that it will be so long but I have finals and the day after they finish I'll be going away for a week. Please review it just makes me smile when I see a review. Also I could still use a beta if any would be willing.