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Chapter Thirteen – The Boy With Green Eyes

'So this is it? This is the time hole?' asked Hermione quietly as the group of them stood before the glistening substance.

'Yes, that's it,' Rose replied. 'Do you believe us now, Percy?'

Percy nodded, not taking his eyes off it.

'Can – can we go through?' Harry added.

'Professor Dumbledore says that it's too risky,' said Rose, 'because the Time Hole gets weaker and more unpredictable every time someone uses it. Thank God it's not in a more obvious place!'

'So that's why you can't go… um… forward yet,' Ron said. 'In case you get… what, trapped in the hole?'

'Dumbledore didn't really go in to much detail,' said Molly. 'But yes, that's why we're still here.'

'It's probably best if none of you come any where near it in future,' warned Albus, 'in case you're the ones that get trapped, or get stuck in the time of the Founders or something…'

'You're probably right, Harry clone,' said Fred with a smirk. 'Come on George. We have more important things to worry about than this lot.'

One by one, they all left. Harry, Ron, Hermione, Rose and Albus were the last ones there, the first three staring almost longingly at the Time Hole.

'Come on,' sighed Rose eventually. 'If we hurry we can do a bit more to the Polyjuice Potion before the end of lunch.'

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None of them had really noticed that Ginny wasn't around. While they were continuing with the potion, Ginny was just leaving Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, rubbing her hand across her forehead. It felt like it was on fire, and she couldn't remember how she had got down this corridor. The last thing she remembered was being by the lake, when she found out the true identity of James, Albus, Lily and the others…

She stopped dead at what she thought was the sound of something moving. She shook her head, even though it hurt to do so, because the sound seemed to have come from the walls. It must have been the sound of the snow gently thudding against the glass of the windows. When had it started snowing? It wasn't when she had been by the lake, but that can't have been too long ago. No, the snow flakes were still small, and there was only a fine layer of it outside. It was still lunchtime.

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'Evans…'

'Leave me alone, Potter.'

'That's not very nice. You don't even know what I was going to say!'

'I can guess, though.'

'Oh really? Then what was I going to say?'

'You were going to ask me out… again.'

James sighed, while Lily continued reading her book, seemingly indifferent. They were in the library, Lily reading about rare plants as part of their Herbology homework, James staring at her profile.

'Well? Are you going to go out with me?' he asked her.

Lily slammed the book shut. 'No. How many times do I have to say it? I don't want to go out with you, and I never will. Now why don't you run back to your little friends and continue terrorising first years?'

'We don't do things like that!' James exclaimed. 'Well, not all the time. Come on, Evans, don't you even like me a little bit?'

'Not even a little bit,' she assured him. 'Now, if you'll excuse me, I think I'll go somewhere where I can get a bit of peace and quiet…'

She hurried out of the library, leaving James alone at the table.

She was away from him, but had no idea where to go now. She could always try the common room, but it was bound to be full of students on a lunchtime as wet outside as this one. The classrooms were likely to be full to. Lily found herself walking down the marble staircase and into the Entrance Hall. She remembered, for some reason, that girl who claimed to be James Potter's cousin. Her name was Lily. Sirius Black was right, it was a horrifying coincidence. But where did she and that boy go? Where they had come from? She found herself walking towards the corridor that lead to the Hufflepuff dormitories. They were standing near there, so had they come from there? Was there some secret door down there that no one else knew about? Maybe it lead to somewhere where she could study.

She hurried along the corridor, which she had rarely been down. She knew the kitchens were down here, but their exact location was a mystery. She stopped next to a tapestry. Sometimes tapestries revealed small corridors. Good places to study, probably. She wrenched open the tapestry, and was pleased to find a corridor. What she wasn't expecting a glistening, shimmering thing blocking the corridor halfway along. She took a step nearer to it. Was this how they got here? She hesitated. Really, she needed to find somewhere to do her homework. But how long could this take?

She stepped into the multi coloured vortex, and as soon as she did it began to shake violently. Her heart began to quicken, wondering if whatever it was dangerous to be in there, when she suddenly left it again. She was back in the corridor. Lily sighed, feeling a mixture of relief and disappointment that nothing much had happened. Pulling open the tapestry, she made her way back along the corridor, before stopping in her tracks.

Something was wrong. It was night, the torches were lit. A quiet murmuring sound was coming from the Great Hall. Taking a deep breath, she opened the doors to the hall. Hardly anyone was in there, just a small group of people seated at the Gryffindor Table. But they were all adults. They all looked round as she entered. The talking stopped at once. One of the men dropped their cutlery on the floor, before he stood up. She took a step back. He looked like James Potter, but there was something different. He was older, his nose was slightly different, and his eyes… they were bright green. Just like her own. So it wasn't James, but why did they look so similar? And why did he have her eyes? Some of the other people had hands clapped to their mouths. One of the women looked like they were about cry.

'But that's…' one of the other men had stood up. He, Lily was pleased to see, looked nothing like James; this man was tall, gangly, red haired, blue eyed and freckled. 'That's… blimey Harry, isn't that…?'

'Yeah,' the man nodded, coming closer to Lily. This time she didn't move back. When he was close enough, she could see that even he looked like he was about to cry. 'It's my Mum. But how?'