Hiya everyone. I'm glad you like my story so far. Kind of a weird plot but I like it. On with the story!

Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns all these characters, I don't. Besides, I'm not exactly rich so suing me would just be a waste of time. =).

1 Chapter 2

James opened his eyes. He was in the hospital wing. He wasn't surprised; he'd taken a pretty bad fall at the Quidditch game. He looked around. There were lots of people there but he didn't recognize them.

He heard a girl say, "I think he's finally waking up!"

He looked at the girl. She was out of focus since he didn't have his glasses on. "Lily?"

"No, it's Hermione."

"Hermione?" She hugged him.

"Oh, Harry! I was so worried. We all thought you were going to—" James put his glasses on. The girl DEFINETELY wasn't Lily. She had long brown hair and brown eyes. He saw tons of redheaded people too. He saw a man who looked familiar.

He asked the man, "Joseph?"

The man said, "No, it's Sirius. Joseph was my father… are you all right Harry?" James stared at him. That couldn't be Sirius! Sirius was the same age as he was! This was a man! And he looked so much more—ANGRY than his Sirius had.

James said, "Er, I have a bit of a headache but I'm fine." Sirius smiled at him. He thought to himself, oh god, it IS Sirius! He'd know that smile anywhere.

A plump redhead hugged him, "Harry! Thank god you're all right! I couldn't stand losing you, especially after—" And she burst into tears. Her husband hugged her. James was REALLY confused. He looked at Sirius. That was someone he KNEW at least, even if he seemed so much older.

"Sirius, what's going on?"

"You beat Voldemort, Harry! I don't know how you did it. But you did! You'll have to tell us about it when you feel better."

"What are you talking about? Someone beat Voldemort? What happened at the Quidditch game?"

Hermione stared at him, "What Quidditch game? Quidditch season is OVER." Everyone was giving him strange looks.

James said, "What's going on?! We were just at the Quidditch game. Silver knocked me off my broom. Did I get the Snitch?" Sirius's eyes widened.

"Silver?" James nodded.

A red-haired girls asked, "Harry? Are you all right?"

"Why do you keep calling me Harry?" Sirius looked shocked.

"Er, everyone! I think Harry needs his rest. You should go." Everyone headed out.

Hermione asked, "Aren't you coming?"

"I'll come in a minute." Everyone left. Sirius stared long and hard at James. "James?"

"Is that REALLY you, Sirius?" Sirius nodded. "But you're so old!"

"You mean to tell me you really are James?"

"Of course! Remember the Quidditch game? Ask me anything only I would know."

"Um… how did you first ask Lily out?"

"That's easy. It was after I caught the Snitch against Slytherin during our fourth year."

"God, it really IS you, James!" He hugged him.

"Yeah, it's me. What's going on? Why are you so old?" Sirius laughed.

"I'm not exactly sure. Tell me what you remember."

"Well. I was at the Quidditch game. I just about had the Snitch but then Silver knocked me off my broom. I hit the ground really hard and blacked out. And then I woke up here." Sirius looked deep in thought.

"Well… I don't know. Harry must have performed some kind of spell powerful enough to form a hole in the time dimension. That's the only thing I can think of. And you two must have gotten switched. That means Harry's there…"

"Okay, who is Harry?" Sirius stared at him for a minute.

"James, Harry's your son."

"My SON?! But I'm only seventeen!"

"This is later, remember? It's been… twenty-two years. You and Lily got married and you had a son. His name is Harry and he looks exactly like you."

"Oh god… I really AM in the future! Um, what's he like?"

"He's great. He's just like you, James… God, it's so weird to see you again!"

"So… what if I run into the older version of me? I must be almost forty by now!"

Sirius frowned, "I don't think that'll be happening."

"Why not?"

"James…"

"What is it? You can tell me, Padfoot." Sirius shook his head.

"Padfoot… god. James, you won't see yourself because you're dead." James gasped.

"Dead? But how?"

"You were killed by Voldemort when Harry was only a year old. Lily was too."

James's eyes widened, "Voldemort? So Harry doesn't know me?"

"No." He put a hand on James's shoulder. "I'm sorry." James frowned. He was going to die that young? And his son wouldn't have anyone as a father?

"That's horrible! I died… What's happened to you?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you're certainly not the way you used to be."

"Er… a LOT has happened to me. But we'll talk about that another time."

"Okay… Let's talk to Dumbledore. He can sort this out." Sirius winced. "What? What's wrong?"

"He… died."

"Really? When?"

"Just a few months ago. Don't worry about him." James nodded.

"He had a really long life, then. So what do I do? How do I get home?"

"Well, we can read up on spells. Maybe we can find that spell that Harry used. God, I hope Harry's all right."

"So you're friends with Harry?"

"He's like my son. He IS my godson."

"Well, of course you would be. But what do I do until we find something?"

"Well, you probably shouldn't tell anyone that you're James. It would just confuse everyone. You and Harry are practically identical so everyone will think you're him. Oh, wait." He took out his wand. "GLAMORE!" James blinked.

"What did you just do?"

"Turned your eyes green temporarily. That's what Harry's eyes are like." James looked in the mirror.

"Wow! They're EXACTLY like Lily's. Weird…"

"Now you look just like him." Sirius looked at his watch. "Damn, I have a class in ten minutes."

"Class?"

"I just started teaching Defense the Dark Arts this year."

"You're a professor? I never saw that one coming…" Sirius grinned.

"Yeah. Severus Snape's a professor here too." James's eyes widened.

"SNAPE? Dumbledore let HIM be a teacher?"

"Yeah, I couldn't believe it either. He's really not a bad guy, though."

James stared at him, "Are you REALLY Sirius?"

He nodded, "A lot's happened."

"I guess so. So I'm really supposed to pretend that I'm my son? I don't even know what he's like!"

"Don't worry. He's so much like you. He even becomes the same thing as an Animagus."

"Really? Wow… who are his friends?"

"His best friend is Hermione Granger. And he has tons of other friends, just like you. He has a girlfriend too—"

"Girlfriend?"

"Yeah… oh…"

"Yeah. Who is she?"

"Ginny Weasley. The redheaded girl you saw earlier."

"What should I do?"

"Just try to avoid kissing and stuff like that."

"Okay."

"Oh, wait! You need a scar…"

"Scar?"

"Harry has one. Let's hope this works. SEALANO!" James felt great pain in his forehead.

"Aahh! What did you do that for?"

"Looks exactly like his!" James looked in the mirror. He had a scar shaped like a lightning bolt over his right eye.

"Is this permanent?"

"Of course not. Only temporary."

"How did he get this scar?"

"Er… we can talk about that later."

All right… This has been SUCH a weird day."

"You can just stay in here until dinner. That'll be in about an hour." He shook his head, "You have NO idea how weird it is to see you, James."

"Yeah…" Sirius hugged him.

"I have to go. Bye. You're Harry now, okay?"

"Okay. Bye, Sirius."

"Bye."

Sirius left. James couldn't get over how weird all this was. And if he was here what was his son doing back in his time. And how was he supposed to pretend to be like him? And was he REALLY going to die? Sirius and Snape were both professors. It was all a little too much to take. But he was stuck there. So he'd just have to learn to deal with it all.

And that's it. We get to go back and see how Harry's doing in my next chapter. Please review! I love reviews… Hehe. Anyway, hope you liked this chapter!