We Always Knew

Opening their eyes, James and Zillah both looked up. The sky was darkened; making it look as if they never left their own time at all. Looking at each other, they both smiled, pressing their lips together. James teased Zillah's bottom lip, begging for permission to enter; and releasing a soft moan when she granted it.

"Ahem!"

Jumping a couple feet high into the air, the two teens turned to see their parents all standing there. Their parents from now. Draco's hair reached the middle of his back, tied back like how Lucius always wore it, while Hermione had her hair cut in a boyish hairdo and Ginny kept hers to her shoulders. Harry had some stubble on his face. "Mum, Dad," James coughed. "What are you doing here?"

"Waiting for your return," Ginny grinned, walking over to her son and pulling him into his arms. "You don't know how long we've waited for this."

"We couldn't change anything," Hermione said, pulling her daughter into her arms as well. "After you left us, we remembered everything, but we couldn't change how we acted when you both came out to us. There was some sort of spell."

Gently pushing his wife away, Draco engulfed his daughter into his arms and kissed her forehead. "We couldn't change the way we were because it would've effected your time. And the change might not have been good."

"So you knew?" James asked, trying to slap at his mum's hands while she fussed with his hair. "All these years, you knew that this was going to happen?"

Harry nodded his head now, pulling the girl he missed for so long into his arms. "We always did. Thanks by the way. I would've lost the war if I didn't remember your piece of advice, Zillah."

Laughing, she pulled away from him. "So nothing – you guys couldn't change anything?"

"Well," hummed Hermione. "We did put your grandparents into protection with the Order, and your father did join us. But we could only do what the magic allowed us to do, like finding my parents. I couldn't go to New Zealand like you told me to. Not until three years later. We were able to make the minor changes, but we had to tell you the same story that you guys knew when you came to us."

"So all these years you guys had to pretend to hate us?" James didn't know whether he wanted to laugh, cry, or scream at all of them.

"Oh lighten up, James," Zillah told him, already knowing what he was feeling. "They accept us now. You guys do accept us right?"

"Yes!" all adults shouted.

"Harry and I even get along quite well," Draco laughed. "We've been meeting up in the pubs every Saturday since we left Hogwarts."

"Hermione and I never stopped being friends either," Harry laughed.

Also laughing, Ginny nodded her head. "We had to put on a façade for you two. But we always knew."

Walking over to James, Zillah smiled. "I guess Uncle Albus knew what he was doing after all."

"What?" Hermione raised an eyebrow. "What did he do?"

Chuckling as James rested his chin on her head, and wrapped his arms around her shoulders, Zillah grinned. "The piece of paper – the one I gave to him right before we left? It's the ingredients to a potion. I never questioned what it was, but he gave it to me and told me that I must make it. And that James and I both need to drink it."

"I'm guessing that it was what took us to the past when we each made our wishes," James smiled at the shocked looks on his parent's faces.

Harry was the first to react. He scratched the back of his neck while he shook his head. "I guess he's the reason all of this happened then."

"Well I'm tired," James suddenly yawned. "It's been two days since I slept. And all this time traveling is tiring me out. We'll see you guys for Easter."

After hugging each of the adults with a quick goodbye, James and Zillah both linked their fingers together and started walking towards the castle. Along the way, they met the twinkling eyes of Albus Dumbledore, whom merely just grinned and winked at them before walking away. Laughing to themselves, Zillah felt almost complete again. There was still the hurt of the betrayal from what James did to her, but she would be fine soon. She had James again. She had the love of her parents, and now she understood why the voice in her head screamed for her to jump off the tower. She was meant to go into the past.

If she didn't go into the past, her mum would have never figured out that her dad loved her and never cheated on her. Seamus and Blaise would probably still be in the closet and she and James would have never had the chance to have their first big fight. If she didn't try to kill herself; none of that would have happened and Harry might not have won the war. He wouldn't have known where Rowana Ravenclaw's diadem was if she never told him. All in all, everything worked out just perfectly.

Smiling to herself as she allowed James to lead her to the Gryffindor tower so she could sleep in his arms tonight, Zillah couldn't help but to think to herself. She had given her parents a gift – a gift that she didn't understand until now. She taught them about love, and how strong it truly is.

She had given them a gift from the future!

THE END

I started this story on 9-23-11 at 428pm, and I finished it on 9-24-11 at 137am… I re-edited it on 5-30-12 at 628pm!

I know that I kept everyone alive, changed up a bit, and had a teenaged girl jumping off a tower for love then in the end made it seem like her trying to kill herself saved the day, but this doesn't mean that I approve of trying to kill yourself over love or over anything else, really… I was just in an extremely sappy mood, and I had just discovered fanfiction, and I wanted a cute, quick story to hurry up and post up already. My work has improved since this, but I'm extremely proud of this story. I like the fluffiness of it, and it makes me smile!(: