(A/N Ok, I'm posting, even though you peoples have been supra-meanie and have not reviewed, like, AT ALL. (Although, thankies to those who did. You get, erm, a Zac Efron doll ) So, even though all yalls don't deserve it, I'm gunna update. BUT YOU BETTER REVIEW OR I WILL KEEP THIS STORY IN MAH HEAD, AND NOBODY WILL EVER KNOW JUST WHAT HAPPENED. EVER. SO, YEAH.
OH, and I keep forgetting this soo…to quote from my one shot…
"I also don't own HP and any affiliations or references to/from it. BUT NEITHER DO YOU, SO THERE!!!!!"
Dokay, so here goes. Imma make it all up on the spot, so be prepared for some real weird shit up in the Hogwartz-izzle.)
Ok, so now they're sitting in McGonagall's office after herding her back in to explain a few things. Like, you know, how they got there. They had sort of figured it had something to do with love. You know, cause James and Lily were snogging for the first time at the same time as Harry had realized that he loved Ginny, sending James and Lily somehow into the future. Everyone was still a little confuzzled. At least, Ron was.
"I'm confuzzled," said Ron, breaking the silence.
"Oh, shut it, will you? We're all tired and confuzzled and hungry and-"
"LUNCH!"
"What?" said Harry, angry at being interrupted.
"It's lunch time, Harry!" Ron was bouncing in his seat like a two year old. "Yay!!!" He got up and did a triple.
Now THAT's impressive, thought Hermione, I didn't know he danced.
WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!! thought Ron.
Back in the common room (after a trip to the kitchens) every one was sitting in front of the fire, as the fall evening was quickly turning chillier. Harry stole glances at his parents and waited for the question. It inevitable; they knew they were twenty years in the future at least; they had to guess that he was at least related to James, if not Lily.
"So, Harry…" Lily started, "I was wondering…"
Here it comes, he thought. "About what?"
"Well, it's just that, well, you and James look so similar, and…I was wondering if you were his son."
Harry looked into her eyes and knew he could trust her. She was his mother, after all. Even if she was a few years younger. He nodded slowly and replied, "Yes. But you'll have to figure out my mother for yourself." He got up to walk away, feeling a headache coming on.
"Wait, Harry!" Lily followed him and said, "Am I your mom?"
[A/N: There. That's all you mean people get. And THAT'S why you should review. (turns and walks away angrily in high heels)