Stupid Jilly is starting another story. Stalling… trying to come up with sequel ideas for "American Dream"… I don't think this'll help. But it's a distraction. Of course I get all this inspiration for OTHER stories. Sigh. Oh well. On with the story!

1 Chapter 1

Harry was looking around. He said out loud, "Come out, come out wherever you are." He still didn't hear any sounds. He sighed. He knew what would bring him out, "You can't hide forever, Voldemort! I know you're afraid but you've got to get this over with. Voldemort appeared out of nowhere.

"Me? Afraid of a little seventeen year old? Dream on, my friend."

"I am not, nor have I ever been your FRIEND." He and Voldemort glared at each other for a while.

Voldemort said, "So this is what it comes down to. You don't have your little friends to help you now." He winced. Hermione had broken her leg earlier on and hadn't been able to go on. And Ron… Harry shook his head. He couldn't think about that then. "You're right, you know. What's passed is passed. Things may not go the way you want them to. Things don't work, relationships end, people DIE."

Harry scowled, "Yes, they die thanks to people like you!" Voldemort laughed.

"Well, after a while, killing JUST Muggles gets a little boring. People who just LOVE Muggles are just as bad in my opinion. Like that Dumbledore, he was the worst one. I did you all a service by getting rid of him."

Harry winced again, "Weren't you the one who said what's passed is passed? Let's get on with this."

"Gladly."

Harry took out his wand, "Are you ready?"

"More than ready. CRUCIO!" Harry felt terrible pain all over his body. But he was very strong and able to endure it.

"You can't get me that easily."

"That was only practice." They went on, doing curses on each other. Harry was beginning to weaken. "Only a little longer, Potter! Then I'll be rid of you forever!" Harry thought quickly. He remembered what Dumbledore had taught him not long before he died.

Flashback:

Dumbledore said, "I believe I have very little time left, Harry."

Harry said, "Don't say that!"

"But it's true." He smiled. "Don't worry about me. It'll all be fine. You know that it will all come down to you in the end, don't you?" Harry nodded. "There is a certain spell that will help you. It is a bit like AVADA KEDAVRA. The difference is that it has even more power. It will destroy everyone within one hundred yards of you. The only reason people don't often use it is that it's been known to… make things go wrong."

"Go wrong?"

"People often disappear and don't come back."

"I don't care about that. I just want to defeat Voldemort."

"I know. That is why I'm giving this spell to you. DAMORE SERO. That's it. Use it well, my friend."

"What if I won't be able to do it?"

"You will. I know you will."



Harry took a deep breath. He was pretty sure he had enough power left for one great spell. He pointed his wand and yelled, "DAMORE SERO!!!" Harry saw a great blinding light and was knocked out.



Harry opened his eyes. He looked around and saw several people standing around him. Someone asked, "Is he waking up?"

"I think so." Harry looked up at them. He sort of recognized them all. But it was only very vaguely…

A boy said, "James? How're you doing?"

"James? What are you talking about?"

The boy asked, "Madam Sarven? James doesn't seem to know his name." A few people laughed. A rather plump, annoyed-looking woman came in.

She said, "Well maybe there are just too many people in here! I know you all are friends of James's but I'm limiting this to best friends only!" About ten people frowned and left.

They all yelled things like, "Hope you get better, James! Great catch today!" Harry sat up. Why was everyone calling him by his father's name?

The boy from before asked, "Are you okay now, James?"

Harry asked, "Why do you keep calling me James? I'm Harry!"

"No, my friend. Your COUSIN is Harry. And YOU are James. And as long as we're introducing people, I'm Sirius, that's Remus, that's Peter, and that's Lily." Harry looked around.

"Sirius?"

"Yeah… I think he's finally making sense."

Remus said, "Well, good. You were scaring us there, Prongs." Harry could hardly believe it. He was seeing Sirius, Lupin, and Wormtail. But they all looked like they were about seventeen. And Lily, his mother! She was a beautiful girl that was only his age…

Harry asked, "What happened?"

Sirius asked, "Don't you remember the game?"

"No…"

Remus said, "It was brilliant! You were going for the Snitch and you were just about there. But stupid Silver knocked you off your broom with his club. You got the Snitch right before, though."

Lily said, "We were all worried about you, James." Harry looked at her. Was he really where he thought he was?

Madam Sarven said, "I'm sorry but I really need to treat my patient! Now all of you run along now."

Sirius yelled, "Feel better, Prongs!"

Peter said, "Yeah, get better, James!" They all left. Harry was REALLY confused.

He said, "I need to talk to someone."

Madam Sarven said, "Always wanting to talk, eh, James? Who?"

"Who's the headmaster?"

"Dumbledore, of course." Dumbledore? He was alive?

"Dumbledore? Let me talk to him!"

"First treatment, then I'll send for Dumbledore. It won't take long. Just some bumps and bruises. But there is there is TERRIBLE scar on your forehead. Looks a little like a lightning bolt. Does it hurt?"

"My scar? Oh no, it's from—" But that hadn't happened yet, had it? "Um, no. It doesn't hurt. Can I talk to Dumbledore now?"

"… I suppose. I'll want you to stay in the wing till dinner. I'll send for Dumbledore."

She left the room. Harry looked around. The hospital wing didn't look very different. But it definitely had a different FEEL. Harry thought, is this what happened to everyone who tried that spell? They go back in time? And is this REALLY happening? Dumbledore walked in.

He asked, "Are you feeling better, James?"

Harry stared at him. Dumbledore was alive! Not only alive but he looked younger! When he'd last seen Dumbledore, he'd looked so OLD. Now Dumbledore still had silver hair and all but he seemed much more youthful. It was just something about him.

"Er, yes. I need to talk to you."

"So I've heard. What is it?"

"Well, first of all, I'm not James. I'm Harry."

"I think you must of hit your head rather hard, James! You have a cousin named Harry, don't you?"

"No! I'M Harry!"

"All right…" Harry could tell Dumbledore didn't believe him. "What's that on your forehead?"

"My scar…"

"Very interesting. You got that falling, did you?"

"No! I got it when I was a year old. Voldemort attacked me and killed my parents."

"Voldemort?"

"Yes! He killed my parents, Lily and James Potter!" Dumbledore stared at him.

"This isn't just another joke, is it?"

"No."

"Wait, your eyes! They're green. Just like Lily's…"

"Yes they are! Green, not brown! Please, do you believe me, professor?"

"Yes, I think so." Harry smiled.

"Thank you."

"Your name was Harry?"

"That's me. It feels strange for you not to know that."

"How exactly did you get here?"

"I'm not exactly sure. I was against Voldemort. And I used this spell that you taught me before you…"

"I died, didn't I?"

"Yes."

"Well," He shrugged, "I'll know better for the future." Harry thought, so that's why he seemed to already know when he was going to die! "What spell was it?"

"Damore Sero."

"Really? But that's a brand new theory! And hardly anyone knows about it! Did it work?"

"I don't know. I saw this light and then I was here."

"So it did work! See, the trouble with the spell is that it would have so much power; it could open a hole into another dimension. And if someone were to try it, they would be in danger of falling through that hole."

"So I feel through a hole… in time?"

"It's my theory. And if you're here, James must be in the time that you were in!"

"Oh wow… so how can I get back?"

"I don't know. I'll have to read up on time traveling spells."

"And while you do that, what'll I be doing?"

"I guess you'll just have to stay here and pretend you're James."

"Pretend I'm my father? Are you crazy? I don't even know what he was like!"

"Well, has anyone ever told you about your father?"

"Sure. I know that he was a practical joker and that he was on the Quidditch team."

"That's a start. Are you the practical joking type?"

"I suppose…

"What did you two do?"

"Sorry, it's just that Ron, my best friend, died last year."

"I'm sorry. Ron who?"

"Weasley."

"Really? Arthur and Molly are expecting right now…"

"Must be Charlie."

"I heard that was what they wanted to name him. But anyway, can you play Quidditch?"

"Yes. I'm the Seeker on the Gryffindor team."

"Just like James! Are you an Animagus?"

"Yeah, I become a horse."

"Perfect! I think you'll get along very well, Harry. You're just like James!"

"What about my eyes?"

"Could be a problem. Hold on. GLAMOURE!"

"What just happened?"

"I turned your eyes brown temporarily. Let's see… You room with Sirius, Remus, and Peter."

"Peter…"

"What?"

"He was the reason my parents were killed!"

"How?"

"He was working for Voldemort. My parents had him as their secret keeper and he ratted them out to Voldemort!"

"Peter? Working for Voldemort? Really?"

"Yes."

"I'll have to investigate that."

"Professor?"

"Yes?"

"Are my parents… going out now?"

"Yes, they've been going out for a few years now. Why?" Harry just looked at him "Oh, I see…"

"Yeah. What do I do?"

"Just try to avoid that, I suppose."

"That's all?"

"I guess so. I'll tell you if I find anything. Now go to dinner. And don't forget, you're James now."

"All right, I guess."

"And, James?"

"It's Harry."

"Right. Remember not to tell anyone else about the fact that you aren't really James."

"Okay. Thanks, Professor."

"Of course. Goodbye."

"Goodbye."

Harry went down to dinner. It was nice to see Dumbledore hadn't been all that different about twenty years earlier. It sure would be confusing trying to act like his father. And he could hardly believe any of this was going on. Oh well, if it was one thing he'd learned in his fight against Voldemort, it was that you had to be satisfied with what you had.

And that's it for today. I'd better get beck to my sequel writing. What fun… All right, cya all later!