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James watched his teenage father leave the hall. This really was bizarre. Before he could register a thought, Professor McGonagall spoke.

"Students," she called. "Please report to your house common rooms."

James found himself being jostled through the halls of his familiar school. He did notice some changes though, the most prominent being the completely unblemished staircase. The war had taken out a few chunks of it, and even after it had been repaired, it looked extremely different than the one here. Before he knew it, He was at the portrait of the Fat Lady.

"Password?" she asked.

"Erm…" Dumbledore had forgotten to give him the password. That would have been useful! "I don't…"

Suddenly, a boy about his age came jogging up. "I know it," he said. "Balderdash."

"Correct," the Fat Lady said astutely, and the portrait hole swung upon, revealing the Gryffindor Tower that James knew and loved.

"Hi," said the boy holding out his hand. "I'm Neville Longbottom."

"James Porter," James said, shaking his hand. This was his Herbology professor and his head of house his age! This was getting freakier by the second…

"Great to meet you," Professor Longbottom said as the two walked through the portrait hole. "Are you excited to be at Hogwarts?"

"Oh, yes, definitely," James replied truthfully. He loved Hogwarts, and was most profoundly glad to be there.

"You'll love it," Neville smiled at him as they walked up the staircase to the dormitories. "Bit of a surprise at the end wasn't it? Or did Dumbledore not explain the rules to you?" Neville surveyed James in interest.

"Um, no, but I got the feeling that the Harry Potter guy wasn't supposed to be called," James said. He actually knew about it from History of Magic, that no one under seventeen was supposed to enter in it that year, but that was all he could recall about the lesson. He wasn't a nerd like his brother who remembered everything about every class.

"That's an understatement," Neville laughed. "Harry's in our year. You'll like him, he's a decent guy."

James smiled. Apparently Neville and his father weren't all that close yet, but he could tell that they were friends.

The two walked into the dormitory. It looked exactly like it did in James's time. "Oh, look," Neville smiled. "They brought up a bed for you." James noticed a bed a bit more off from the rest of the room, next to the door. He figured that this was his bed.

"So," James said as he sat down. "Who else is in our year?"

"There's Dean Thomas," Neville said and gestured towards the bed next to him. "He's a nice guy. He likes soccer way too much though."

"What's soccer?" James asked, confused. He'd never heard of that before.

"I think it's a Muggle sport," Neville frowned. "But I'm not sure either."

"Anyway, Dean's best friend is Seamus." Neville lowered his voice a little. "Seamus isn't my favorite person, but he can be alright."

"Oh," James sighed. He had heard about Seamus. In his dad's fifth year, Seamus hadn't believed him about Voldemort being back.

"Then there's Ron," Neville grinned. "Ron's nice, but he can be a bit moody. He fights all the time with Hermione, one of the girls in our year."

James grinned. He had heard about his aunt and uncle's infamous fights. His father had teased them about it all the time.

"Hey," Neville said suddenly. "I bet there'll be a party downstairs as soon as Harry gets back. We should head down."

James followed Neville down the staircase. He was trying to remember, something, anything, about his dad's fourth year. He couldn't recall a single fact.

When they got back downstairs, everyone was joking and laughing, glancing at the portrait hole every so often, probably waiting for Harry to come back.

Then the door opened. James could see his father there, shoulders hunched, eyes closed tight, as if he was waiting for something. The common room started screaming when they saw them, congratulating him, wondering how he got in… James could tell that Harry didn't like the attention. He kept trying to get up to the dorm.

"Hey," Neville said, turning to James. "I'm going to go talk to him. You want to come? I can introduce you."

The thought of meeting his teenage father now made James feel absolutely mortified. "Erm, no thanks," he said quickly. "I'm tired. Gonna go up to bed."

"Alright," Neville said, starting to move through the crowd.

James sighed as he walked up the spiral staircase yet again. This whole trip to the past thing was going to be a headache. He hurried into the room, only to find a very grumpy-looking Uncle Ron sitting in the bed.

"Er…hi," James said awkwardly.

"Hi," Ron said, giving James a completely false smile. "Welcome to Hogwarts, you're going to have a great time, etc." Ron sounded very grouchy. James frowned at him. This didn't sound like the happy-go-lucky Uncle he knew.

"Now, can you please leave me alone?" Ron said harshly. "I'm trying to sleep."

James glared at Ron. Stupid uncle… he thought to himself. Then he decided to show his pathetic teenage uncle a lesson. "I don't know what the hell your problem is," James said leaning in closer to his very obnoxious uncle. "But I bet it's really hard to pronounce."

Ron glared at him, and then went back to staring at the ceiling. James then decided to get into his bed. He drew the curtains around himself so he couldn't see anything. Then, a few minutes later, he heard the door open.

James listened wide-eyed to Harry and Ron's argument. This was awful! His father and Ron were the best of friends. No way should they be fighting like this! Uncle Ron should have believed his dad, and his dad should have…well, actually, he couldn't find fault in his father. But whatever! They shouldn't be fighting.

Then James thought of his little brother and sister. They would be crushed to see their father and uncle acting like that. And Rose and Hugo! He realized suddenly. They would be even more crushed to see their father doing things like that, insulting Harry in that way. Because James knew that this fight wasn't going to blow over easy. It would be an all-out war.

Too short? I'm trying to make my chapters longer. Tell me what you think and review!