Disclaimer: Do I really need to keep repeating myself? It's not mine!

A/N: Hey everybody! I'm back from holiday! It was a lovely time and I enjoyed it greatly! Sorry for the long wait, but I didn't have access to a computer, but I'm updating now! Thank you so much to everyone who reviewed! You guys are the best and I'm so happy you are all enjoying my story!

Also, I would have updated about two days ago, but for some odd reason this website wouldn't let me upload the next chapter...but now it's finally working! YAY! hehe.

Well, without further ado, here's the next chapter! Happy reading!

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Chapter 7:

"No, Sirius!"

James awoke with a start, reaching out for his glasses and shoving them onto his face, trying to locate where all the commotion was coming from. As his eyes adjusted he made out the figure of Ron desperately trying to untangle a thrashing Harry from his bed sheets.

James jumped out of bed and rushed over, soon joined by Neville, Seamus, and Dean. "Help me, will you?" Ron said, attempting to rouse Harry from his dream.

"What's going on?" he asked, trying to think of a way to help wake Harry up. Doing the first thing that came to his mind, James grabbed the pitcher of ice cold water resting on the windowsill and dumped it on a fidgeting Harry who instantly woke up.

"Arghh, what in the name of Godric Gryffindor was that for?" Harry asked, sitting straight up in bed. It was hard to tell if the water running down his forehead was sweat or from the unexpected surprise of being woken up very crudely by freezing water.

James laid the pitcher back onto the ledge and looked at Harry, a look of pure curiosity in his eyes. "Sorry, but you were having a dream or something. You kept saying…Sirius," James said, staring at Harry.

Harry shot a quick look at Ron, all the color from his face dropping so his skin was ghostly white. Harry looked from Neville's sympathetic face, to Dean and Seamus' curious features, to Ron who was just as pale as he was, and finally to James whose eyes held such a true look of concern that it took Harry by surprise.

"Uh…" Ron said uncomfortably. "Thanks for the help, guys…er, let's just go back to bed, shall we? You know? Classes tomorrow, would hate to wake up late."

Dean snorted. "Yeah, missing Snape's Defense class…that would be a pity," he exclaimed sarcastically. Slowly, Dean, Neville, and Seamus made their way back towards their bed as did Ron, but James stood stock still, still staring at Harry. Could Harry possibly have been screaming out Sirius' name? Sirius Black? James' best mate since first year? Of course Sirius would be in the future as well. It was stupid to not have realized that. For some reason, James just assumed that since he had died Sirius had gone down with him.

Finally, James made his way back to his bed and pulled the covers up over his body. The quietness of the room eventually got back to normal as his roommates began to slowly drift back off to sleep. James stayed awake however, wondering where the older Sirius was and why Harry had been screaming his name in his sleep.

However, James wasn't the only one lying awake. Harry laid there in his now wet bed, deeply confused. He knew those facial features of Jacob…he had seen them before, but the problem was, Harry couldn't remember where.

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James sat in front of the welcoming fire, checking his watch every other minute. Honestly, how long could two teenage girls sleep in on a Sunday morning? He had half a thought of changing into his Animagus form and going up into the girls' room as a Stag, but knew that wouldn't be a nice sight to wake up to. So, instead James sat and waited, trying to mull over everything that had happened the night before.

James didn't quite know why he was getting so worked up about the whole Sirius issue. Naturally, it made sense to James that he would have given Sirius, his best mate ever, permission to watch over his son if something was going to happen to James and Lily. Yet, the way Harry had yelled out Sirius' name in his sleep was slightly unsettling and made James' insides squirm uncomfortably.

His head shot up at the sound of hushed voices descending from the boys' dorm. Upon seeing James in the common room, Harry and Ron immediately stopped their talking as they approached him.

"Hey, Jacob," Ron said, yawning slightly and plopping down onto an empty armchair.

James nodded distractedly and chanced a quick glance at Harry, who was already looking at him with a hint of suspicion hidden beneath his eyes. "Quidditch practice tonight," Harry said finally, ruffling his hair. James had to use all the self-restraint he could to stop himself from laughing aloud; he could perfectly picture himself sitting by the lake with his fellow marauders, running a hand through his own hair, trying to impress a pretty young girl with long red hair.

James was snapped out of his reverie as he heard an obnoxious snort from Ron as a frustrated Harry threw the morning newspaper onto the small table in front of the couch. James looked up at them curiously and then began to crane his neck in order to get a good look at the front page. Luckily, Harry and Ron were too busy abusing, what James thought to be the Ministry of Magic, to notice James' not-so-subtle attempts to catch a glimpse of the newspaper.

The Chosen One, Again, Refuses to Meet with Minister of Magic

Rufus Scrimgeour, the newly instated minister of magic since late July of this year, has once again been denied the privilege to meet with Harry Potter, the boy destined to defeat He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.

Harry Potter, now aged sixteen and currently attending his sixth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, is connected to the break in at the ministry last June, and since then rumors of a destined prophecy have been formed which links him and You-Know-Who. Mister Potter was, apparently, unavailable last night for comment, according to Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School.

This is the second time in the past month the minister has requested a meeting with the famous boy wizard and the second time he, and the rest of the Wizarding world, has been let down.

James' thoughts became even more confused after he finished reading the article. He, again, looked up and stared at Harry. His son was famous? This normal sixteen year old boy sitting in front of him was the one who could kill Voldemort? That brought another terrifying thought into the picture as well; Lord Voldemort must still be alive and kicking. James thought back to 1980 and remembered how his parents, high ranked Aurors, had been trying to bring down Voldemort and his supporters since James' fourth year at Hogwarts. He really needed to talk to someone; he really needed to talk to—

"Hermione!" James exclaimed, jumping off of the couch and rushing over to the bottom of the girls' staircase where a tired looking Hermione and Lily were standing. "We need to talk."

"Jeez, we don't even get a 'good morning' first?" Lily replied, rolling her eyes and sharing an amused look with Hermione.

James stared at them. "How terribly rude of me. Good morning, dear," he replied, winking at Lily. Once again, Lily felt her cheeks flush slightly.

"Oy! Hermione," Ron called out from across the common room. James, Lily, and Hermione turned to face the two other boys. James was slightly surprised to find Ron staring daggers at him.

"Yes, Ron?" Hermione replied crisply.

"Harry and I are heading to breakfast, are you coming?" he asked, as he and Harry rose and began making their way towards the portrait hole.

Hermione quickly looked at James and Lily; James pleading silently for her to stay with them. "Actually, I'll catch up with you guys later," Hermione responded; she could actually hear James' sigh of relief before he grabbed her and Lily by the arm and dragged them out of the common room.

Ron seemed ready to throw a punch at James, but at the same time he seemed to blush immensely when Lily accidentally bumped into Ron's shoulder, exclaiming a quick apology.

As the odd trio whipped out of sight, Harry and Ron shared a mysterious look. They seemed to know what the other was thinking as Harry looked around the room to make sure no one was looking. "Think we should follow them?" Harry asked, pulling a corner of his invisibility cloak out of his bag.

Ron grinned, "Definitely."

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James quickly led the two girls into the back of the library and sat them both down in a chair.

"Honestly, James, what was that all about?" Lily asked.

A small smirk flickered across his face. "First of all, we have some things to settle between you two and Ron," James said.

Hermione did her best to retain her composure as Lily flat out laughed. "What in the world are you talking about?" she asked.

"You do know that liking him could be considered child molesting, not to mention that you're already married to me" James said simply, grinning.

Lily looked at him with an odd look on his face. "Have you gone insane?"

"Maybe, but that's why you love me," he replied, winking and smiling a cheesy smile. "And as for you, Miss Granger, it's obvious that Ron has feelings for you."

Hermione coughed quietly, and in order to change the subject said, "Uh...So, what did you need to talk to us about?"

James swung a chair out from underneath the table and sat on it, deciding to cut straight to the chase and allowing Hermione to escape a drilling about Ron. "Have you ever met Sirius Black?"

There was a moments of silence as Lily looked from James to Hermione, who seemed to be choosing her words carefully. "Well…yes," Hermione answered quietly, biting her lip and hoping she made the right decision in telling the truth.

Lily's eyes widened as she stared at James. It seemed quite obvious that Lily had forgotten that their friends would still be alive in this decade as well.

"How?" Lily demanded.

"I…well…I don't think I should tell you too much, but I'll tell you what I can. After Harry was born, you named Sirius godfather over Harry. We all met him in our third year."

"Third year? If Sirius was Harry's godfather wouldn't he have gotten custody over Harry after we died?" Lily asked curiously.

"That's all I can tell you, sorry," Hermione said, hanging her head slightly.

James nodded understandingly, knowing that the reason Hermione wasn't going to answer was because it would give too much away about Harry. However, hoping for better luck and more answers, James launched into another question.

"Okay, is Harry really meant to be the one to bring down Voldemort?"

Before Lily, James, or Hermione knew what was happening, a blast of red came from nowhere and hit James, who keeled over, unconscious, on the floor. Lily screamed as Hermione jumped in surprise, looking around for the attacker. Materializing out of nowhere appeared a tall lanky red head and a messy black haired teenager; Ron and Harry.

"I knew there was something strange about that guy," Harry said, his wand held aloft as he walked closer to James' stunned figure. He then turned towards Lily and pointed his wand at her chest, as if threatening her.

"Are you alright, Hermione?" Ron asked.

"You two are so daft! What is your problem?" Hermione exclaimed, marching over to Harry and yanking his wand arm down to the floor.

Harry looked flabbergasted for a moment. "Our problem? These two," he pointed at Lily, who was shaking slightly, to James' motionless body, "are the only ones with issues. Trying to pry their way into information like that."

Hermione glared at the both of them and Lily was surprised when Ron seemed to back up a few paces. "You idiot! They aren't Slytherins or…or…Death Eaters for Merlin's sake!" Her voice seemed to hit a hysteria point.

"Well, then who are they?" Harry retorted.

"They've obviously been trying to get information on Harry," Ron added somewhat reluctantly. He seemed torn between backing up his best friend and saving himself from Hermione's wrath.

Though Hermione was the one who opened her mouth to speak, it wasn't her voice who spoke up first. "I think I should explain this one, Hermione," Lily spoke up. Amazingly, her voice appeared confident and put together, even though she felt like she was going to puke on the inside.

She reached into her robes and with a swish of her wand, James began to stir. He stiffly got to his feet, rubbing his head, and glaring at Harry and Ron. "What in the bloody world was that all about, and where the hell did you get my invisibility cloak?" he exclaimed, looking at the silver cloak clutched under Harry's arm. He could recognize his cloak anywhere.

Harry stared, shifting the silver bundle out of sight. "I don't know what you're talking about. It's definitely not yours."

"It most certainly is," exclaimed James angrily, apparently upset about the earlier attack on him. "I've been using it since my first year ever since my dad gave it to me the Christmas before I started Hogwarts."

Lily cringed and closed her eyes, breathing deeply. "I thought you went to Beauxbatons," Ron stated confusedly

"You two better start explaining yourselves," Harry demanded, wiggling his wand up and down for emphasis.

Instinctively, Lily moved closer to James who was seemed confused as to how the conversation was playing out. She looked up at him and nodded. As if a light bulb had just went off inside of his head, James' eyes cleared and he flinched, realizing exactly what they were going to have to explain. They were trapped with no way out; the time had come.

"Well, to start it off, we're not from France," Lily began. Harry snorted as if she had just stated the obvious.

"Yeah, we're actually from here," James added, noticing that Harry's wand was still pointed at the two of them threateningly. "We're just not from this time, I guess you could say."

Lily nodded, biting the inside of her cheeks nervously. She breathed in heavily. "Somehow we were thrown twenty years into the future, and—"

"Who are you?" Harry repeated demandingly, observing the two people in front of him. It seemed as if Harry didn't want to bother with long winding explanations; he wanted them to cut straight to the chase.

Receiving a reassuring nod from Lily, James replied, "Our names are James Potter and Lily Evans." To James, that explanation sounded so incredibly dumb and corny, but there was no better way to lay out the truth. He felt Lily wince from beside him.

A thick silence followed this announcement. No one really knew what to say. Harry stood there like he'd just been hit by the force of a speeding truck. Suddenly, and quite out of place for the situation, Harry laughed coldly. "You're joking, right? What kind of sick joke is this?"

James and Lily glanced at each other, both taken aback by their son's response. They hadn't quite prepared for this. Hermione's eyes were beginning to fill with tears as she watched the situation unfold in front of her. Ron merely stood still, his mouth hanging open in surprise.

"Nice choice of costumes," Harry continued, his green eyes flashing angrily.

"Harry, it's the truth," Hermione tried to explain, speaking up in order to help the current conversation.

Harry snarled. "What are you going to try to tell me next? That Voldemort's my uncle?"

Before any of the teenagers could respond, a calm voice spoke from behind them. "I think it would be wiser if we continued this in my office. There's a lot of explaining that needs to be done, and I'm sure Madame Pince would appreciate it if we didn't disturb her library."

Harry turned around and found himself face to face with Professor Dumbledore. His normally twinkling blue eyes weren't so joyous anymore; they seemed troubled from behind Dumbledore's half moon spectacles, as if he was hiding some terrible secret. The headmaster turned towards Lily and James and nodded; and that's when the truth hit Harry. This wasn't a joke.

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Well, I hope that was worth a two week wait. Please review and feel free to give any constructive criticism!

--HeyLookTheSnitch