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So I'm taking a bit of a writing hiatus and I'm going to try and catch up on some reading, so I've banned myself from writing anything besides Dalliance and IWHGH. So you're all in luck. This chapter is the longest one yet, and here's to hoping you all like it. I've tried a slightly different approach to Lily than I normally do, but she's still pretty true to my usual version of her.

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Somehow Lily Evans is everything and nothing like Hermione had imagined she would be. She exudes sunshine, and her aura draws you in, engulfing you and making you feel like you are the most important thing in the room.

Dark red lipstick on her lips, full dark lashes and bright, almond shaped bright green eyes and a brushing of pale freckles across her nose-it is small and slightly round-her cheekbones are softened by her slightly plump cheeks and her face is ovular, with a strong chin and proud jawline. She is elegant and stunning, and she moves as if the wind is under her feet and swirling around her every movement. She also has a smudge of dirt on her left cheek.

She is wearing black leather ankle boots, black culottes with white pinstripes, an off-white cropped knit sweater with long sleeves that would go all the way to her wrists if she hadn't rolled them up past her elbows; her pale fingers have a bright coppery colour painted on her nails, but it is slightly obscured by the dirty smudges on her hands-thin, delicate silver rings adorn her fingers, and they are too far away for Hermione to see properly. Her long wavy, red velvet hair is cascading over her shoulders and ends just above the small of her back.

"How rude of me, I've interrupted," Lily gasps, fully turning towards them, and Hermione sees that her wand is tucked behind her right ear, and Hermione's eyes widen as she sees the exposed skin just above her high collar on the right side of her neck.

There's a tattoo of a doe, and the part of it that is exposed seems to be looking at them curiously, cocking its' head to the side, the rest of it-below the animal's neck-is hidden by soft grey material. However, if it was exposed, Hermione has a feeling it would be shifting from foot to foot, unsure of itself. The ink seems so life-like Hermione finds herself thinking it could surely spring forth from Lily's skin anytime it wishes.

"No, no dear. These guests were...unforeseen, see-" Dorea hesitates then, pursing her lips as she thinks how to go about this with tact and care, "-see they are inter-dimensional time travellers."

Dorea looks at Lily curiously, as if she's not sure how she'll react.

Lily then steps forward, holding her arms towards her ribs and close to her, and her eyes widen as she looks at them, properly looks at them. "Goodness, he looks exactly like…" Lily trails off, freezing in her tracks.

"Hello," Harry waves, albeit awkwardly and shyly, nervously brushing his bangs in front of his scar-a nervous habit he had picked up, and whenever he felt truly uncomfortable he did it without noticing.

"James," Lily murmurs.

Everyone is incredibly silent, and then Ron sighs, clearly tired of long silences and awkward introductions, "if you're wondering if in our dimension, he's yours and James's son, then yes, you would indeed be quite correct. Now I don't wish to be rude, but I've had too many sweets and a good deal of tea and I really need to use the lavatory," Ron manages with grace and tact that Hermione did not know he was capable of-or rather, he chose not to most of the time, so she had almost forgotten.

"Your rather frank, aren't you?" Lily smirks brightly, and then she turns to Harry, a earnest look on her face, as if she's trying to figure him out.

"As the young man said, so...eloquently, in their dimension, he's your son, my dear," Dorea says with a tinge of amusement and a twist of her lips.

"I suppose that means at least in one dimension I agreed to marry James, doesn't it?" Lily says with a quirk of her eyebrow, dirt smudged hands moving to rest on her hips.

Charlus frowns slightly, but seems to hold his tongue, and Hermione swears she hears Dorea mutter under her breath, "that's what I said."

"I suppose that makes my decision easier then-" Lily sighs heavily through her nostrils, and then looks at Dorea with a serious expression, "-it's the reason for my visit actually."

She's taking this all remarkable well, Hermione thinks, blinking rapidly at the dark red haired girl.

"You made up your mind then?" Dorea asks calmly, tone light-hearted and carefree, but Hermione is probably the only one that sees her grip her teacup a minute bit tighter as she raises it to her lips and takes a small sip.

"Yes, Missus Potter, I have. I'm afraid you'll be stuck with me for a little while longer, because I've decided to marry your impossible and utterly delightful son," Lily's face breaks out into a broad grin, a row of almost straight white teeth fully on display.

"Oh thank Salazar," Dorea exclaims, hurriedly putting down her cup and walking around the couch, pausing in front of Lily momentarily, before rushing forward and tightly embracing the shorter witch. "You've made me a very, very happy woman my dear. Very, very happy."

When Dorea pulls away, Lily peeks around her future Mother-In-Law, and meets Hermione's gaze, "after I go and find my future husband-because I do hope he'll still have me-I'll be right back, and I'd like to have a chat with all of you...or it can wait until the morning, you do look dreadfully tired after all."

"Over Breakfast I'm sure will work just fine," Ron answers for everyone, and then Lily steps up to the back of the couch, right in front of Harry, and she reaches out cautiously, but she still places her hand on his cheek and Hermione sees Harry tense and relax within moments.

"How weird this must be for you, to be seeing your Mother in her youth, cause I know this is really weird for me," Lily admits honestly. She pauses, and then purses her lips, brow knitting together, "what is your name? I can't believe I haven't gotten it yet, terribly sorry about that, love," Lily says, frowning at her lack of manners.

"Harry. Harry James Potter," Harry says softly, as if his own name is foreign to his own ears.

Lily turns to look at Ron and Hermione then, and Ron smiles brightly before saying, "Ron Weasley, at your service."

"A Weasley? Not Arthur and Molly-"

"Their sixth son," Ron interrupts, and Lily raises an eyebrow, mouth parting slightly in shock.

"Six children, gosh, I can't imagine more than two or maybe three."

"Seven, I have a younger sister, Ginny...well, had…" Ron murmurs the last part softly, as if it hadn't occurred to him that Ginny hadn't been born yet, and in this dimension, if she ever would be.

"Hermione Granger," Hermione supplies in light of the slight damper Ron's last statement had thrown across the room.

"Muggleborn?" Lily asks in a matter-of-fact tone, but it sounds more like a statement than a question, and Hermione nods nonetheless.

"Us witches need to stick together," Lily says then with a light twinkle in her eye, "this has been a bizarre meeting, and I look forward to hearing your story in the morning, but right now I have a messy haired wizard to give an answer to."

Lily drops her hand from Harry's cheek, smiling warmly at all of them before turning on her heel.

"Lily," Dorea calls, stopping the happy witch in her tracks.

"Hmm?" Lily hums, glancing over her shoulder.

"He may be in a sour mood...has anyone told you about Peter?" Dorea asks grimly.

"Peter? No, I haven't heard, Professor McGonagall flooed to let me know about Mary-" heavy grief brushes over her features, the corner of her red lips turning down by the weight of the sorrow she was feeling, "-why? Was he injured?" Lily asks, expression contorting and twisting with worry, fully turning back towards the other occupants of the room.

"Oh. I think James ought to tell you my dear girl, I think you should give him your news first, something to brighten this terribly sad day," Dorea sighs, clasping her hands in front of her. Hermione doesn't know why, but her body is moving before she can register that she is, and her hand slips onto Dorea's shoulder, the soft material of her robes under Hermione's palm, and she squeezes gently.

Dorea turns to her and smiles gratefully, her left hand reaching across her body, resting it on Hermione's and squeezing it gratefully.

"I think that's enough excitement for me for one night, I'm going to be heading up to bed now," Charlus says, passing by and kissing Dorea's forehead before he leaves the room, nodding at all of them, shoving his hands in his front jean pockets.

Then everything happens quite quickly, Ron excuses himself to go and use the bathroom and Mipsy appears then, the tea pot, cups and silverware clinking on the tray lightly as she tidies it up and then vanishes it, most likely to the kitchen.

Mipsy then tells them that she will lead them to their rooms, and she will find the redheaded boy when he's finished his business, and take him to his room. Hermione finds out that they're all to the left of the grand staircase, the Marauders rooms are on that side of the house as well. Lily accompanies them most of the way, but pauses in front of a dark door on the right, not too far down the corridor.

"Good night, I'll see you all in the morning," Lily smiles softly, turning and opening the door with a soft click.

"Good night," the trio chorus softly, and they follow Mipsy to their assigned rooms.

In the dead of night, when everyone else is asleep, Hermione is sitting up in the soft bed, clutching her wand and she jumps when her door creaks open, but her shoulders sag in relief when she sees Harry and Ron.

She falls asleep that night, years out of her time, but surrounded by love and the warmth of the two people in the world that mean the most to her. It has been an impossibly long day, and she has no idea what the future holds, but as long as she has them she knows she'll be able to face anything.


Friday, February 9th, 1979

Potter Manor

Remus stares out of the wide and tall window that stretches upwards toward the ceiling, the cold air gently blowing into the house, causing the curtains to flutter lightly, sitting on Sirius's wooden desk chair that he's shifted earlier.

Honey brown curls and warm brown eyes plagued his dreams last night, and she's been all he can think about all morning since he woke up.

"Uhhhh," Remus hears the moan on his right and glances at the male lying face down on the black silk sheets, who is groggily raising his head and propping himself up on his elbows.

"What happened Moony?" Sirius groans, pressing his palm against his forehead, one eye shut, the other blearily looking right at Remus.

"You were rash and about to do something stupid so I stunned you," Remus smiles mockingly, crossing his arms over his chest, leaning back, but shifting slightly so he's facing Sirius better.

"Oh yea, you fucker," Sirius moans, dropping his head back onto his bed, cradling it in his hands.

Remus flinches then as a wave of nausea hits him, and he closes his eyes momentarily-riding it out. Sirius angles his head in Remus's direction and looks at him, and rasps out, "is it a migraine? You take your painkillers today?"

"Nausea," Remus answers, eyes still closed, but he can practically feel Sirius's worried gaze burning into his skull.

Remus had once lied about his symptoms and how bad they were to his best mates, but lately it had seemed pointless, especially since they were able to read him like a book. They knew all his tells for when he was fibbing or downplaying just how much pain he was in-so he just didn't bother not telling them anymore.

There is a comfortable silence as the nausea passes, and then Remus opens his eyes and Sirius is sitting up, feet hanging off the side of his bed, hands clenching his bedsheets.

"So...time travellers huh?" Sirius says, and his eyebrows shoot up into the hair that is hanging in his face and eyes.

"Time travellers," Remus echoes softly, and again she pops up into his mind.

"Where they now?"

"Here, Dumbledore requested that they stay here," Remus responds gently, gauging Sirius's reaction, but the other wizard seems to remain calm, and Remus guesses that his emotions maybe aren't as potent as they were the previous afternoon.

Sirius snorts, "doubt it was much of a request."

"No, it wasn't," Remus confirms, shrugging.

"That little witch really is something," Sirius shakes his head, a small smirk touching his lips.

His blood runs cold as he sees the look, it's the look Sirius gets whenever he's interested in a witch, and almost always he ends up getting her. Something possessive, untamed and feral boils inside Remus's gut and his eyes are flashing amber and gold.

Sirius looks back at him at that exact moment and tilts his head in curiosity, "Moony...don't tell me you're interested in her."

Remus doesn't know what to say, so he doesn't say anything, but Sirius takes his silence as his answer and a short, breathy laugh escapes his lips, "oh, this is good."


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P.S. My amazing, wondrous friend posted the first chapter of her Monster time travel fic today, and it deserves all of the love, so if anyone is interested, it's called The Phoenix in the Cuckoo Clock by hogwartsaheadcanon. It's utterly brilliant.