A/N: Well, I have other people to thank now. Nairiefairie: I'm sorry you moved, and trapdoors can be a pain. Hermypermy: I love the Sandlot too (You play ball like a girl, lol!) Much love to my brand new beta: you are my favorite grammar nut. Zedpm: Yes you got a mention, and, hey, here's another one. Goldeneyedgirl247: You are too sweet!

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Remus raced along the corridors. The castle had a sleepy feel to it this early in the morning. Some of the deeper hallways hadn't seen the bright pink and orange sunlight that was beginning to peep through the windows, but Remus didn't mind. After all, he needed darkness for a bit longer. His quiet footsteps and keen senses kept him alert for Filch, or his new kitten, Mr. Tubbs. That stupid cat seemed to know he wasn't fully human and followed him around like stray dog in an unwelcome territory.

Remus stopped and listened for something― anything. There was nothing to hear except the occasional crackling of the torches and his own almost silent breathing.

Moony continued his journey through the hallways with almost inhuman speed. He had always known his way around the castle better than his friends and had seemed to know instinctively whether doors or walls were real or not. This had been an invaluable talent when James had suggested their new project: a map to tell where everything was in Hogwarts. Sirius had been the one to think of tracking spells, but they hadn't found the right kind of spell yet. 'Hmm,' Remus thought, 'maybe Harry will know whether we succeed or not.'

In what seemed like in no time at all, Remus was in front of the door to the third year dorms. He opened the door slowly and winced at the sudden, loud creak the door made.

James and Sirius were breathing slowly and deeply in their own respective beds. Remus nearly burst out laughing when he saw Sirius' position. He had one leg bent behind him while the other was stuck at an odd angle; one arm was thrown over his face, and his mouth was fluttering. Occasionally, he twitched and grunted, but, for the most part, he was just fun to watch. James, on the other hand, was very quiet. He laid on his side with one arm under his head like a makeshift pillow. Remus had never seen James so still or quiet. In fact, he reckoned this would be the only time James was quiet and still.

Remus decided to start by awakening James, so they could both laugh at Sirius. He reached over and gently shook the other lad by the shoulder.

"Whazz it?" James mumbled. Remus shook him again and whispered, "James, wake up. The professor needs us."

James cracked one bleary eye open."Which one?" he mumbled.

"Harry."

At Remus's response, James was instantly more alert, firing questions so swiftly that it appeared to Remus that his buddy didn't even need to pause long enough to draw a breath, "Why does he need us? Why this early? Why us?"

"He needs you, me, and Sirius. He didn't say why," Remus informed him. Rapidly, James got out of bed and grabbed his bathrobe. He took a slipper from off the floor and threw it at Sirius. It was a good hit, for the slipper hit Sirius square in the face and caused him to bolt upright with a small bit of fuzz stuck to his face.

"Sirius," James whispered furiously, not wanting to wake the other boys in the dorm, "Harry wants to see us." Sirius looked even more out of it than James had been.

"Why," Sirius croaked, looking even more out of it than James had been.

"I don't know," said Remus. "He just does."

Sirius reached for his own bathrobe and managed to fall of the bed doing so. He landed with a solid thump. It took a moment until he was off the floor, but when he got back up he was somehow wide awake and perfectly presentable. His hair was combed back, and the drool had been wiped off his face. James and Remus looked at each other bemused, because sometimes Sirius was not natural.

They all made the slightly more dangerous trip back to Harry office. It was more perilous since James and Sirius could never be as quiet or stealthy as Remus. However, they still made good time. Soon, they were in front of the old wooden door.

From inside, they could here a kind of music playing behind it. It was like nothing they had ever heard before: a sort of mix of classical music and jazz. It was motivational and soothing. Remus knocked quickly but loudly, wanting to ensure that Harry heard them, but also wanting to make sure they weren't caught. The door opened instantaneously, and Remus shuffled in just as swiftly, while James and Sirius took time to gawk at everything.

Harry's office was interesting. Small machines puffed and whirled in various corners, while pictures of places they had never heard of were hung and propped up in various places. James immediately took interest in a small glass dome in which two teams miniature Quidditch players competed ruthlessly. Sirius took a more avid interest in small models of Muggle transportation. He took a particular shine to a cherry red motorcycle. Indeed, he even stroked one long finger along the chrome.

Remus dismissed all of these, though he did pause to gape a little, because Harry's office was a lot more interesting in the daylight. He ran over to the large arm chair beside the fire, where Harry had his feet propped up on one arm and his head resting against the other. He was cooking a large batch of eggs and sausage in a frying pan on the stove.

Four mugs of tea sat steaming on a tray on one of the various poufs. Remus took a wary glance at Harry who simply beamed back. All trace of the hard, dark expression he had worn earlier was gone.

As such, Remus shifted his glance from Harry to James. That's when it dawned on him. How were the supposed to convince James and Sirius this was really Harry? The Harry they had known for nearly half a year had been tall, blond, and brown eyed, and the Harry that sat before Remus now was shorter with dark hair and brilliant emerald eyes. Remus wouldn't have believed it unless he had seen it for himself. Harry seemed to gauge this from his expression and patted him reassuringly on the arm.

"Hello," James and Sirius had finally noticed there was another person in the room.

"Hi," Harry said. He still had his back turned to them and was stroking the fire. For the first time, Remus noticed that even Harry's voice had changed. Where as the blond Harry's voice had been loud and larger than life, this Harry's voice was soft and full of― there was no better way to say it― moonlight. His voice was pure silver. Remus had never heard anything like it, and, apparently, neither had Sirius or James. Sirius even closed his eyes for a minute.

"Who are you?" James asked hesitantly. He could tell this was not the same Professor they had been instructed by throughout the year. This was someone else. In turn, that boded the question of who exactly this stranger was.

"Harry," mumbled Remus. "Are you going to tell them your full name?" Remus' mouth was grave, but his eyes were laughing.

"Oh ,of course, Moony, how could I be so rude?" Harry still didn't turned around. "My name is Harry James Potter."

James had to pick his jaw up off the floor, meanwhile Sirius chuckled and guffawed.

"What's so funny?" asked Harry.

"You can't be Harry James Potter," Sirius chuckled.

"Why not?" Harry asked bemused. Seeing the unholy glee radiating from his face, Remus sense this was not going to be pretty.

"Because then you'd be related James, and what kind of weirdo relative are you to just show up out of the blue?" reasoned Sirius, still chortling.

"Not a relative," Remus intervened, and, bemused, James and Siius whirled about to face him, instead.

"Well, then, who are you?" James pressed.

Finally, Harry spun around. James and Sirius backed up in shock, because it was like looking into a mirror to the future― specifically, James' future.

"I'm James' son," Harry asserted. "Now, who wants breakfast?"