Harry sat in his cell, brooding. How could he become a Death Eater without receiving the Dark Mark? He'd seen Snape and how much pain it inflicted on him. He didn't want that. He sat deep in thought, thinking of all the fun times he'd had with Ron and Hermione. Heck, even remembering Sirius and Lupin made him feel happy, but thinking of Sirius and Lupin in the past …

He let that thought lie. Putting his head in his hands, he groaned. Nothing could be done to save him now. Nothing. Everyone in this time thought he was a Death Eater and now, seeing that he'd just been kidnapped would confirm their suspicions. Hermione … she'd been in shock when Fudge had dealt with his sentence. Five years in Azkaban for admitting to using an Unforgivable and assaulting Auror James Potter.

Harry snorted with laughter. Auror James Potter, indeed! The man was so close-minded, it was no wonder he had so many enemies! His own son even hated him, although James would never know. Harry was glad that he hadn't picked up James' close-mindedness; otherwise, he probably wouldn't have even made friends with Ron!

He closed his eyes and thought of everyone back at home … were they doing anything to send him and Hermione back to the present time or were they not doing anything at all? Were they laughing at the famous Harry Potter for screwing up a Potion? Was anyone even worried about him? Probably not. Considering how Harry had acted towards Dumbledore the previous year, it wouldn't surprise him if the Headmaster never talked to or helped him again. Harry moaned as a single solitary tear fell down his cheek. There was no hope for him.

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Hermione and Ron both paced Godric's Hollow impatiently. James had been reluctant to let them inside his house, but Lily had firmly insisted on it. Now James was sitting exasperatedly watching the red-head and muggle-born. Pacing wasn't going to get them anywhere! Anyway, why did they even care about Harry? It wasn't as if he was someone important.

Ron looked up and caught James' eye. He glared angrily at him, before shooting a glance to Hermione.

"Harry's my best friend" Ron spoke up, catching James off of his guard.

"What?" James questioned.

"Harry's my best friend. Just like Sirius is yours" Ron scowled "We're like the mini versions of Prongs and Padfoot. I can't believe you would send your own son to Azkaban! What sort of a man are you?" he yelled.

"Silence! I will not be spoken to like that!" James roared. Ron and Hermione stared at each other, then burst out laughing.

"Oh god! He sounds like Snape!" Ron howled. Hermione giggled. James' face darkened.

"You know Snape?"

"Well, duh, considering the fact that he's our Potions master in our time. Uh, yeah, we know him pretty well. Complete greasy git who Harry and I wouldn't mind hexing, but we'd get expelled, so …" he trailed off, shrugging. Sirius chuckled darkly.

"These two are really good at acting, don't you agree, Prongs?"

"Oh, sod off, Black!" Hermione hissed angrily. Sirius scowled at her.

"Mr. Potter and Mr. Black!" McGonagall snapped, looking extremely annoyed "It would be much appreciated if you attempted to come to terms with the fact that we are from the future!"

"They won't" Ron snorted "They're too stubborn"

"Like a certain other Mr. Potter and yourself" McGonagall said amusedly. Ron flushed slightly.

"I'm not—"

"Oh, Ron, you are" Hermione stated. Ron went, if possible, even redder.

"I—"

"You and Harry always disappear at nighttimes. With the Invisibil—"she was cut off rather abruptly by Ron clamping his hand over her mouth.

"Ssh, shut up! Do you want McGonagall to know?"

"I already know about the Invisibility cloak, Mr. Weasley, you don't need to panic" Ron's eyes widened.

"Oh" he muttered as he took his hand away from Hermione's mouth "Er, sorry Hermione" he grinned sheepishly, while Hermione rolled her eyes and tutted.

"I hope Harry's alright" McGonagall murmured worriedly to herself "because if he isn't. I reckon Albus will blame himself"

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Harry was being woken up by someone furiously shaking him. Harry groggily opened his eyes and looked up. He couldn't see the Death Eater's face.

"Get up, Potter! Now is not the time to wait around!" Harry was roughly pulled up into a standing position.

"W-Who are you?" he questioned worriedly.

"The Dark Lord will be summoning for you soon. We need to leave" The Death Eater said, taking no notice of Harry's question. Harry immediately froze in his tracks.

"Leave?"

"Yes Potter, leave."

"But, I don't want to leave. I'm going to become a Death Eater and get my revenge on James Potter!" he scowled angrily. The Death Eater stopped what it was doing and turned to face Harry. He grabbed Harry by his shoulders and shook him vigorously.

"Potter, have you gone mad? Don't be so reckless, boy!" it snarled.

"Who are you anyway? Why are you helping me?" The Death Eater took a step backwards and pulled back the hood. Harry gasped when he saw who it was. It was Snape! The Snape from his time!

"You … what … how?" Harry asked weakly. Snape merely put his hood back over his head and roughly grabbed Harry by the collar.

"We are leaving, Potter. Now!" Harry merely complied. He was in a state of shock. Since when did Snape arrive in this time? Did that mean that there were other people from the future here too?

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"Why can't you believe that Harry is your son?" Hermione questioned, rounding on James. James stared at her, slightly taken aback. Her anger reminded him rather strongly of Lily.

"He isn't my son!" he replied coldly.

"He looks just like you!" she exploded "and he has Lily's eyes! Doesn't that convince you at all?"

"Coincidence!" he snapped.

"No, it isn't! You're just … just … an arrogant bullying manipulative bastard!" she screamed, before storming from the room, tears streaming down her face. James froze. He hadn't been called 'arrogant' or a 'bully' in a long time. Was he really going back to the way he was? He sat in silence, considering if it could be possible about Harry. True, he was rather close-minded and he had disliked the boy right from the start, but it was just something about him that made him distrust him. Could Harry really be his son?

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"Ah, you there! With the boy! Yes, you!" Snape froze and turned to see another Death Eater standing near them.

"What is it?" Snape asked coldly.

"Where are you going with Potter? The Dark Lord has just requested that I take the boy to him"

"Oh, right" he said, nodding to Harry "I see"

"Come here, boy!" The other male Death Eater sniggered, grabbing Harry. Snape cursed. He couldn't hex the other Death Eater because if he did, he would be found out straight away.

"Come on Potter, we're going to go and see the Dark Lord and this time, you'd better have changed your mind about helping him!" he replied in a dangerous voice. Harry smirked evilly. He hadn't even needed to be forced into it. He was going to become a Death Eater of his own free will. He'd show everyone what he was really capable of!