Summary – Harry opens a book in the Restricted Section and it transports him 21 years into the future, where he meets up with the future Ron and Hermione and their son, Eddie. Harry also meets Lily Potter, Harry's very spunky and caring future teenage daughter with a hot temper and a bit of an attitude. Harry wants to know about his future, but he feels that Ron, Hermione, Lily, and Eddie are keeping something from him; some very deep, dark secrets.

Disclaimer – I do not own Harry Potter, the characters, or the Harry Potter world. The all belong to the fabulous J.K. Rowling. However, while I do not own their names, the characters and the personality traits of Lily Potter, Eddie Weasley, Daris Malfoy, Christof Nott, as well as Asher Lazard and Robyn Andrews all belong to me.

Chapter 2 - Introductions:

"Who are you?"

A young girl had asked Harry that question; it was a girl that Harry had never seen before in his life and here she was, standing in front of him with her wand pointed directly at his chest. He was startled and tried to remain composed; he could not go for his wand because the girl, and the tall boy standing beside her, would surely curse him before he even touched it. He decided to do the courageous thing that he always did and stand his ground. He knew everyone in Gryffindor in third year and above; but he could not place these two for the life of him and the lost at least around fourteen or fifteen years old. It frightened him.

"Who are you?" Harry asked, looking curiously at them, furiously shaking, taking a good long look at the two people standing before him. The boy still looked familiar to Harry, but he couldn't place it; he was extremely tall (a good few inches taller than Harry!), with bushy, firey-red hair, loads of freckles, and warm chestnut eyes. The girl standing behind him looked quite angry and was giving Harry a very stern look; she was short and had long blonde hair tied back in a ponytail, and her eyes were framed by glasses. Harry could not place it but she looked all too familiar; he couldn't place her eyes, which were glowing with fire and anger.

The girl turned to look at the boy and they seemed to be having a conversation with their eyes. It frightened Harry; what were they planning to do? Were they Death Eaters in training waiting to kidnap him and take him to Voldemort? What happened to Ron and Hermione and all the rest of the Gryffindor students who had been in the Common Room only minutes before he had gone to the library? For several moments, the two of them began to just stare at each other before the girl finally gave a silent nod to the boy. The boy turned to face Harry.

"I'm Edward Weasley, but for the love of Merlin do not call me that; everyone calls me Eddie," said the boy. Harry blinked and began choking on his saliva as he looked at the boy astonished.

"Your surname is Weasley? Weasley?" Harry asked, running his hand through untidy jet-black hair, choking on his own words; not believing exactly what he was saying. "How…what are…are you Ron's cousin or something?"

Eddie and the girl simply looked at each other, threw their heads back, and began to laugh. Harry was so confused; who were these two people? He knew everyone in Gryffindor, from fourth year and up, but he had never seen these two people in his life, and they looked way too old to be thirteen. Snakes began crawling in the pit of Harry's stomach and he immediately wished that he had never opened that stupid book; he wanted to be safe and in the warmth of the Gryffindor Common room with the people that he knew, like Ron, Hermione, and Ginny; not with complete strangers like the two people who were laughing at his expense.

"Ron Weasley? My cousin?" Eddie said through his laughs.

"That's ridiculous!" the girl said, still chuckling, pointing her finger at Harry and continuing to laugh.

"What…?" asked Harry in a deathly whisper. He was not sure that anyone heard him, but Eddie must have because he saw the desperate look on Harry's face and the tone in his voice. So, very softly, Eddie responded:

"Ron Weasley is certainly not my cousin…he is my father."

"WHAT?" Harry shouted, stumbling backwards and holding his hand to his forehead, feeling an instant headache coming on. He was not sure if he wanted to vomit, cry, or just pass out. But, somehow he managed to not buckle under his dead weight and he stared firmly into Eddie's face. "Your father? How? He's only fifteen years old! I just…"

"Fifteen years old?" the girl bursted out in obnoxious laughter. Both Harry and Eddie gave her a dirty look. She stopped laughing and began to speak to Harry in extremely condescending attitude; "Umm....no…not really. Ron Weasley was fifteen years old about twenty-one years ago," the girl said sarcastically. If Harry had any stomach left, he would have simply glared at her, but he did not have the strength to do anything about her tone. He felt as though he might faint. .

"But-how-I-" stuttered Harry, trying to find the words. He could not seem to string two words together and he felt sick; his stomach was flipping over and his head was spinning. The room seemed to blur and it gave him a drunken feeling. The girl continued to glare at him condescendingly, but Eddie noticed Harry's state and immediately began to sympathize with him. Eddie pocketed his wand and walked over to Harry, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. The girl gave Eddie an astonished look; her eyes nearly popping out of her head, but she kept her wand at the ready.

"Ed, what are you doing?" she hissed. Eddie ignored her.

"Are you okay?" asked Eddie, looking at Harry with the utmost concern. "You…look…you look sick."

Harry could not take it anymore; his knees buckled under his weight and he fell to his knees, holding on to his stomach to stop himself from losing his dinner. Eddie bent over, placing his hands on Harry's shoulders, as Harry began to dry heave. The girl finally noticed his weak state and lowered her wand, looking at him in concern. She followed Eddie's actions and kneeled behind Harry, gently rubbing his back as he tried to catch his breath. It felt weird to her to be comforting a stranger but she really did not know what to make of it. Out of nowhere she just felt this overwhelming desire to take care of this strange boy who appeared in the Gryffindor Common Room…who appeared out of thin air.

"What's your name?" the girl asked gently, still rubbing Harry's back. Harry just continued to dry heave and did not answer.

"Maybe we should take him to my mum," said Eddie, turning to the girl. Harry turned to him and stared at him now.

"Mum?" Harry asked blankly. Eddie smiled comfortingly.

Yeah, my mum is Headmistress here at Hogwarts," said Eddie. "You look lost…and not to mentioned you look a little freaked out. She a brilliant witch…she might be able to help." The girl immediately stopped comforting Harry and jumped to her feet; staring at Eddie furiously.

"EDDIE!" the girl shouted angrily. "Why would we involve your mum? We can't go to your mum now! I have a duel with Malfoy in ten minutes…remember?"

"Malfoy?" asked Harry, trying to take in deep gulps of breath. "You mean Draco Malfoy?"

"No, though I would love to curse that git!" the girl snarled, her fist clenching around her wand again. "But, no, I'm dueling his son, Daris Malfoy. Trust me, that jerk is no better than his father. Stupid git."

Then realization dawned on Harry. So far, he had apparently met his best friend's future son, discovered that Draco Malfoy would also have a son one day, and that there was no one around that he recognized. Could he possibly have landed in the near future?

"What year is it?" Harry asked abruptly. Eddie and the girl stared at each other for a minute and looked at Harry as though he were insane.

"How is that important?" the girl asked coolly. Eddie shot her a dirty look before turning to look back at Harry.

"2016," said Eddie. "Why?" Harry did not answer and felt even sicker than he had before. How could he possibly have landed in the future? How? All he had done was open a book…

The book!

The book in the Resticted Section! It was titled, What You Know Not, You Will See. No one knew the future, but here he was seeing it…living it. The book must be some kind of time machine. And if it was some kind of time-travel device, why would Dumbledore keep it in the school? Wouldn't that be dangerous? Harry remembered how the book had requested him to say a number and Harry had replied 'twenty-one.' He was now twenty-one years into the future. The place! Harry said the Gryffindor Tower and he was in the Gyrffindor Tower.

All of this information hit Harry like a ton of bricks, but for some reason they did not make him feel worse or even sicker; in fact he felt as though a weight was lifted. Now that he knew the answer of where…or when he was, all he needed to do was go to Albus Dumbledore and Dumbledore would know exactly what to do; he always did.

"I need to see Dumbledore!" said Harry urgently. Eddie and the girl looked as though Harry had lost his sanity. It looked as though the girl was trying as hard as she could to be sensitive and not laugh in Harry's face again.

"Albus Dumbledore?" Eddie guessed after a few moments of awkward silence. Harry nodded eagerly.

"Yeah, he'd be able to help," explained Harry, getting to his feet, causing Eddie and the girl to take a few steps back.

"I'm sure he would have, but he has been dead for almost sixteen years."

"WHAT?" Harry shouted, causing the girl to shush him so that he did not wake up whole Gryffindor Tower. She then checked her watch and then turned to Eddie.

"Listen, Eddie," the girl said impatiently, "I've got to go. It's almost midnight and I'm not about to let Malfoy get at me for being late." The girl grabbed an Invisibility Cloak that Harry recognized as his own, but he did not say anything; he was beginning to feel too sick to speak. Eddie jumped up, completely now ignoring Harry.

"I'm coming with you!" Eddie said firmly. The girl stared at him, giving him a antagonizing look. Eddie rolled his eyes.

"Look, even though I'm afraid Malfoy is going to blow you into a million pieces," started Eddie, this comment causing the girl to narrow her eyes at him, "you're still my best friend and I still have to support you when you need it."

"Well, I appreciate that, Ed," she said with a smile. Eddie gave her a famous, Weasley lop-sided smirk. Harry was astounded of how much he looked like Ron when he smiled like that and it rather frightened him. Eddie smiled back at the girl.

"Are you ready?

"You shouldn't go," whispered Harry. Eddie and the girl both looked at him wide-eyed. "Eddie is right; Malfoy could hurt you."

"Don't try and tell me what to do," the girl said coolly. "You're not my father!"

"Yeah, we don't even know who you are," said Eddie with a shrug. "What's your name?" Harry's mind was so out of it he just seemed much too confused that he just responded without even thinking about how crazy it would sound;

"Harry, Harry Potter."

It was as though Harry had said some kind of curse word; as if he had called a Muggle-born a Mudblood. It was even worse than the responses he used to get when he said Voldemort's name out loud. Harry began to wait for the explosion because when he said his name, Eddie's kind hearted face became shocked and angry, as though he were trying to control that famous Weasley temper and not curse Harry. It was the girl's response that really caught Harry's attention. At first, she just stared at Harry; her face completely impassive. There was no emotion on her features and or in her eyes. Then out of nowhere, the girl was charging at him with a voracious and evil look on her face. Out of fear, Harry stumbled backwards until he hit the cold stones of the wall.

"Lily, don't!" called out Eddie, following in the girl's footsteps, as though he were going to try and stop her if she made an attempt to attack Harry. Looking into her eyes, Harry had never seen such a hateful, evil look in a pair of eyes before; except when Voldemort looked at him. There was an angry fire blazing fire in her eyes. It was the same look Sirius gave Peter Pettigrew when Harry first met them both. A look of hate, anger, and disgust all rolled in one; a murderous look.

"WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?" the girl roared, pushing Harry against the wall and pointed her wand at his throat. "I HAVE HALF A MIND TO CURSE RIGHT NOW!" Eddie dashed over to the pair of them and shushed her by placing a calming and gentle hand on her shoulder. The girl looked at Eddie's hand, then at his face before nodding. Once she calmed down, she gave Harry a look of deepest loathing and ran out of the Potrait Hole, her dark blue bathrobe billowing behind her. When she was out of sight, Eddie turned sharpely and frowned at Harry, fingering his wand.

"You should never have said that. That was low," said Eddie in a harsh whisper. Harry cringed. "Only someone like a Slytherin would say something like that. I almost thought you were a decent guy."

"What did I say?" asked Harry, scatching the back of his head, giving Eddie a confused look. It looked genuine, but Eddie frowned and stared at him for a moment.

"Who are you, really?" asked Eddie.

"My name is Harry Potter!" said Harry desperately, his eyes begging for Eddie to believe him.

"You bloody-"

"You don't believe me? LOOK!" Harry shouted as he lifted his bangs to show Eddie the infamous lightning scar that had plagued him for the last fourteen years of his life. Eddie gave Harry a condescending look but humored him and looked directly at his forehead. He stared at it curiously for a minute and realization dawned on Eddie as he let the information slowly sink in. The scar was really there; like lightning. Eddie's eyes widened with shock as he gasped and stumbled backwards. He tripped on his own two feet and fell to the ground, staring at Harry as though he had never seen anything quite like him before

"You…you're….why…how….?"

"To be honest, I'm really not sure how I got here myself," explained Harry. I opened this

book in the Restricted Section and it somehow sent me into the future…here…" .Eddie had gone paler than a sickly ghost.

"I…I don't know…wow," Eddie gasped, clearly unable to find the words. Harry did not want to embarrass him and did not want to frighten him anymore. Instead he just stared at Eddie, then looked in the direction of the Potrait Hole; the same Portrait Hole that the angry girl had stormed through just moments before. His emerald green eyes narrowed.

"Who was that girl you were with?" asked Harry curiously. "She seems need an attitude adjustment; I've never seen such a temper. She especially did not want to hear the name 'Harry Potter.'" Eddie's mouth twitched in a slight, humored smile for a brief moment; so brief that Harry was sure that he had imagined it because Eddie was giving a sincere, stern look.

"Well, I can understand why she flipped out," Eddie said uncertainly, following Harry's gaze, also staring at the direction of the Portrait Hole. "I mean…if I were her, I probably would have freaked out too."

"She had no right-"

"She had every right!" snapped Eddie defensively..

"Why? Who is she?" Harry asked impatiently. Eddie sighed and bit his lip nervously. He looked as though he were having some sort of internal struggle with himself, debating on whether he should tell Harry who this girl was and why she freaked out at the mention of Harry's name. Finally, he let out a heavy sigh and ran a hand through his bushy red hair.

"Her name is Lily Potter," whispered Eddie. Harry's eyes began to widened, but Eddie continued. "And she is the daughter of the famous Harry Potter."

Harry felt as though he stomach had completely detached from his body and fell to the floor.

A note from the Jitterbelle. I realize that Chapter 3 is the same as Chapter 1. I have no idea why fanfiction did that but I'm going to have to rewrite that whole chapter. It'll be up before the end of the night and I apologize for the horrible inconvenience. Thanks again!

I hope you enjoy the revisions and the story!!!!!