HARRY POTTER
TIME TRAVELER

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. They 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 28- Guy Talk:

Eddie was running so fast that he was not entirely sure how he made it to his mother's office; but he did. Out of breath, he hastily gave the gargoyle the password before dashing up the stairs and barging through the door.

"MUM!" shouted Eddie, bursting into her office. Both his mother and father looked up startled as they sat down on the sofa that was hidden in the far corner of Hermione's office. The sight of them made Eddie's heart sink; Hermione was quite literally sobbing into Ron's shoulder, as Ron gently patted her hair, comforting her and whispering sweet nothings into her ear. Eddie knew that Ron was just as devastated as Hermione, but he was trying to be strong for his wife. Eddie could also see that his eyes seemed a bit glassy and his face looked like it was construed in pain. They both gasped at Eddie's shouts.

"Eddie? What's wrong?" asked Ron urgently, standing up. He frantically looked Eddie over and his eyes widened at the sight and state of his son. "What the bloody hell happened to you? He quickly strode over to him and placed both of his hands on his shoulders.

"Nothing is wrong; I'm fine," said Eddie impatiently, brushing his father's hands off of his shoulders. He held up the vial full of Malfoy's blood right to his Ron's face; so close that it was only a centimeter from his nose. Ron looked at confusedly, and turned to look back at Eddie and could not help but noticed that extremely happy and hopeful look on his son's face.

"Ed, what-?"

"Start whipping up the Suenolion Potion," said Eddie breathlessly. "This vial is full of the blood of Lily's attacker…"

"What?" screeched Hermione, running over to the pair and snatching the bottle out of Eddie's hands so fast that he could have sworn she summoned it using the Summoning Charm. "Are you sure?"

"Positive."

"Who was it?" asked Hermione, a look firing in her eyes that Eddie had never seen before and it absolutely terrified him. She looked downright insane.

"Erm…" Eddie was rendered speechless. He was not sure if it was because he was frightened of his mother or if because he truly did not want to share this piece of information wit her; imaging her reaction.

"You don't have to tell us, son," said Ron firmly, interrupting Eddie's thoughts. He came around and stood behind Eddie, placing a comforting, yet firm hand on his shoulder. Both his wife and son looked up at him; completely astonished at his words.

"Excuse me, Ronald?" snapped Hermione, placing her hands on her hips and narrowing her eyes at her husband. For one minute, Eddie was strongly reminded of him and Lily and he vision quickly put a grin on to his face, but he quickly shook it off. "He does not have to tell us? Have you been hit over the head with a bloody Firebolt? I don't know about you, Ronald, but I want to know who put that bloody curse on my goddaughter and stun them to death!" Eddie was standing there, stiff as a board and looking at his mother wide-eyed. He had never heard her swear before, much less make a death threat against someone.

"Hermione, it's for the best," said Ron softly.

"Oh and how did you come up with that brilliant conclusion?" screeched Hermione. She sounded like an overgrown owl.

"Because if Eddie managed to get the blood from Lily's attacker, then they know that Eddie knows who they are," explained Ron slowly. "And if you were to confront the attacker, then they will know for sure that Ed was the one who told and they'll just come after him. I think it would be best if Ed just keeps his mouth shut…for now…"

Ron looked sternly at Eddie for a moment before turning back to his wife with a somber, yet comforting look in his blue eyes. Hermione was biting her lip nervously, as though she were having some kind of inner struggle with herself; she was looking at Eddie thoughtfully before returning her gaze back on to her husband.

"Hermione, please do not push this," said Rob somberly, looking almost angrily. "All we needed was the blood and we got it. All that matters is that Lily is going to be fine."

"I suppose," she muttered in an unsure whisper. But, as requested by Ron, she did not push the matter and Eddie gave Ron a thankful and relieved look. When he looked up at him, Ron we winked at his son and Eddie smiled.

"You have no idea what I had to go through to get that…" whispered Eddie, with a slight smile on his face, giving a sheepish shrug. Ron ruffled Eddie's red bushy locks, which were soaked with sweat, dirt and even blood.

"Judging by the state that you're in, I can only imagine," said Ron with a chuckle, beaming down at Eddie. "C'mon, let's get that potion brewing." Ron, with robes billowing behind him, started towards the door of Hermione's office. Eddie followed his mother and father out of the office and towards Professor Snape's office. Eddie did not fail to notice that the bottle was still safely clutched in Hermione's dead grip fist.

"SNAPE?" yelled Ron as the three Weasleys dashed through the cold, stone walls of the dungeons.

"Professor Snape," said Hermione through gritted teeth, gesturing towards Eddie. Ron ignored her.

"Snape, get our bloody a-"

"Ronald, really!"

But, there was no need for Ron or Hermione to continue their little scuffle. At the found of their voices, the bitter old man came down the corridors of the dungeons, limping on his silver cane toward them, muttering unpleasant words and profanities under his breath.

"Can I help you two lovebirds?" Snape snapped sarcastically.

"Severus," said Hermione breathlessly, "I need you to make the Suenolion Potion immediately. Lily does not have much time left." Snape rolled his eyes.

"As much as regret the circumstances of Potter's condition, I told you earlier, Professor; I need the blood of the attacker," said Snape in an impatient and slightly bored tone. At those words, Hermione beamed and held up the vial to Snape's face; just as Eddie had done to Ron back in Hermione's office. Snape looked at it for a moment before taking it gingerly in his hands.

"What is this?" he asked softly.

"That would be the blood of Lily's attacker!" said Eddie loudly, causing his voice to echo against the walls of the dungeons. Snape looked at Eddie, completely taken back by his words and he gingerly took the tiny vial out of Hermione's hands.

"I…I'm not sure what to say, Weasley," said Snape softly, looking at it with hardened eyes. Ron, Hermione, and Eddie were not sure which 'Weasley' that Snape was speaking to, but none of them made a comment. "I…very well then…I will have it ready as soon as possible."

"Please hurry!" cried Hermione desperately. Eddie nodded vigorously, thinking along the same lines of his mother, and smiled inwardly. Snape nodded and turned his back on them, limping back to his office with the vial clutched safely in his fist. The three of them watched him until he was out of sight. At that time, Ron put a hand on his son's and wife' shoulders and guided them both out of the dungeons. Neither Hermione nor Eddie objected; it seemed as though the both of them were walking in a daze at that point. Eddie did not even realize that they were long out of the dungeons and down one of the many warmer corridors of the Hogwarts classroom.

"Hermione, I need to use your office," said Ron, taking his hand off of Eddie's should and placing it on the small of her back. She looked at him confused for a moment, but Eddie noticed how her gaze quickly flickered over to him.

"What for?"

"I need to speak to Ed alone," said Ron honestly. Hermione was rather startled, by Ron's sudden and brutally honest response, but merely shrugged, sighed and disappeared down the corridor as she headed towards the hospital wing; most likely to visit Lily and Remus and to make sure that everything was in order. In fact, she might simply be going to the hospital to revive Remus woke up and tell him the good news.

Ron placed his hand back on Eddie's shoulder and it stayed there until Hermione was out of sight. He then guided his son towards Hermione's office. Once inside, Ron quietly shut the door behind him and place a Silencing Charm on the room.

"What's going on, dad?" asked Eddie curiously, raising a confused eyebrow. Ron looked at his son thoughtfully.

"I'd rather not be overheard," said Ron simply as he swiftly crossed the room and with a stroke of his wand, the shades of Hermione's office came tumbling down. "Now Ed, I need you to listen to me."

Eddie had never seen his father look so serious in his life. Their eyes never broke contact, though Eddie's were slowly widening at the seriousness of the situation.

"I won't tell your mother, or anyone for that matter. But, I need to know," said Ron as he now ran a hand through red hair. "Ed, I want you to tell me who put the Sueno Curse on Lily."

"I…uh…I…Why do I have to tell you?" asked Eddie, suddenly feeling uncomfortable.

"We all know that Voldemort and his Death Eaters are all out to get or capture Lily dead. Some might go out of their way to kill her and this time, they almost succeeded. Ed, I want to know who put the curse on her so I can keep a particular close eye on Lily when that person is around," explained Ron. "Do you understand? Now, I need you to please tell me."

"But...I-I…she doesn't need you, dad," said Eddie awkwardly. "I mean…I…I can keep an eye on her…when that person is around…" Ron was expecting Eddie to give him a hard time about telling him who placed the curse on Lily. But, whatever Ron expected, it certainly was not that. It was as though someone smacked him over the head with a broomstick. He blinked repeatedly and stared at Eddie, completely astonished. Ron did not fail to notice the color rise in Eddie's face when he said this. Soaking in this comment, along with Eddie's blushing face, Ron grinned knowingly.

"You want to keep an eye on her, son?" asked Ron in a slightly amused tone. Eddie did not hesitate in nodding vigorously. Ron chuckled. "Are you sure that you're up for that challenge? I can tell you from experience, son, that it is no easy task, keeping an eye on that girl."

"Yeah," whispered Eddie, with a slight chuckle. "I know that. But I think I can manage; I'll look after her."

"Do you think you'll do a good job?" asked Ron, still grinning amusedly. His grin was starting to annoy and embarrass Eddie. "That is a job that cannot allow room for failure…success in that job is a matter of life and death for Lily."

"I know!" Eddie near shouted impatiently. "And of course I'd do a good job! I'd never let anything happened to her! I-" Eddie stopped short and blushed to the roots of his hair when he realized what he was about to say in front of his father. His face could be compared to a beet with a bad sunburn and red hair. Ron grinned even wider at his son's embarrassment and gave a weak chuckle.

"You don't have to be embarrassed, Ed," said Ron casually, still grinning. Eddie suddenly became very interested in his feet.

"I'm not embarrassed!" he snapped defensively. Ron laughed.

"Yeah, sure," said Ron sarcastically, shaking his head. Eddie was still bright red and was beginning to clench his fists. Ron sighed and gestured to the seats in front of Hermione's desk. "Ed, sit down and get comfortable."

"Erm…okay," said Eddie, still bright red. "Why?"

"In my old age I've taken after my father," said Ron amusedly, shaking his head, taking the seat next to Eddie, "I've found the need to tell you a story from my days at Hogwarts."

"You've always told Lily and I stories from your days at Hogwarts," said Eddie dryly. "I believe Lily's favorite is the one about the Chamber of Secrets." This caused Ron to laugh out loud.

"Yes, she never seems to get sick of that one," said Ron, grinning at the thought of his goddaughter. "But, this one is a bit different; it will be one of more boring stories I tell you and it does not contain any specific adventure…but rather a moral."

"Okay…"

"Now, you know that I had feelings for your mum since I was about twelve years old, correct?" asked Ron, standing up and leaning against Hermione's desk. Eddie nodded slowly. He could feel the color rising to his cheeks again; he definitely did not want to hear any of those love stories about his bloody parents. "Well, unfortunately for me, I didn't realize the intensity of those feelings until my fifth year."

"Is…is that so?"

"Yes," said Ron with a nod. "And do you know what happened to make me suddenly realize my feelings?" Eddie simply shook his head, beginning to feel mortified and not understanding why his father was telling him all of this. Ron smiled.

"Well, your mum was always brainy and a bit of show-off when it came to her academics. But, as you also know, your mother is Muggle-born and…"

Harry, Ron, and Hermione were heading towards the Gryffindor Common Room after a tiresome and stressful day of taking practice tests for their O.W.L.S. It was so intense that even brainy, Hermione Granger seemed a little overwhelmed about them. As they walked in a comfortable silence, Ron ran his fingers through his fiery red hair and gave a loud, frustrated groan that echoed against the walls of the castle.

"These bloody practice tests for those bloody O.W.L.S," he growled. "Honestly, I know they're important and all but seriously…is making us all crazy going to truly help us pass them?" Harry heard Hermione give a small "Tsk" and grinned, knowing full well that she would retaliate and there would be another argument tonight. He simply shook his head and knew that he would be able to spend time with Ginny as Ron and Hermione tried to test who could make the other yell the loudest.

"Ron, if you just followed the studying schedule I made you, then you would be just fine. But, no, you'd rather waste your time idolizing Quidditch and the Canons instead of studying," she said simply. Ron turned to her and narrowed his eyes.

"First of all, I don't know anyone, except for a little Miss Prefect like you, who would prefer studying over Quidditch," he snapped angrily. "Second of all, Hermione, for your information, I did study. They're just frustrating. Even you can't say that you're not stressed out over these bloody exams!"

"Of course I'm nervous, Ronald" said Hermione stiffly, but she did not say anything more. Ron simply rolled his eyes and started muttering things under his breath, but the only one that Harry caught on was, "mental." Harry was now grinning knowingly and shaking his head in an amused manner, still anxious for them to get going and argue so that he could make fun of them with Ginny.

They continued walking in a pleasant, slightly tense silence, when Hermione suddenly gasped, claiming that she left her Charms book back in the library. Insisting that she could not wait until morning to go get it, she turned back around and sprinted straight for the library.

"Bonkers," said Harry with a chuckle, grinning at his friend's retreating back.

"Yeah, she is," said Ron, also looking at her back in an affectionate manner. "I'm just surprised that she insisted on going back…it is after hours. Do you think I should go with her?"

"If you want," said Harry, with a shrug. "I know these are dangerous times and all but I think she'll be safe going to the library and back. But, Lupin always said we should follow our instincts."

At that precise moment, there was a curling scream that penetrated from down the corridor and a mumble of some sorts. Harry and Ron looked at each other anxiously with wide eyes. "Hermione!" they whispered in unison. Then, they both dashed down the corridor towards the sound of her scream. Even though Harry was always a fast runner, he could not seem to catch up with Ron; he had never seen Ron run so fast. When they turned around the bend, what they madee both of their blood boil.

Draco Malfoy was holding Hermione at wand point. She was pressed against the wall as Crabbe and Goyle fiddled with her wand, which they had obviously managed to take from her. Malfoy's wand was pointed directly at her forehead; a mere inch away. She looked at it nervously, breathing heavy as Malfoy smirked at her fear and discomfort.

"You know very well, Mudblood, that you're not supposed to be wandering the corridors after hours," he said a cold, sneering voice. Crabbe and Goyle sniggered as Hermione merely whimpered, looking defenseless. "And you…a Prefect…tsk tsk what would your filthy, dirt-veined Muggle parents say? Tsk tsk…what should her punishment be, boys?"

"Just leave me alone, Malfoy, or I'll report you!" snapped Hermione bravely, though there was fear quivering and faltering in her voice. Malfoy's evil smirk only widened..

"No, I don't think so," he said, leaning, hissing at her. She turned her head away in disgust. "You will pay, Granger; not just for wandering the corridors but for being a disgusting Mudblood as well…"

At that moment, Malfoy's wand arm had been grabbed and it was clenched tightly in Ron's deadlock, hard grip. Malfoy looked up and finally noticed how Ron had grown over the year, at almost six foot, standing protectively beside Hermione.

"I believe the lady told you to leave her alone, Malfoy," growled, Ron. He was giving Malfoy a dangerous glare that could have scared a group of Death Eater away. Harry walked up, with his wand raised and pointed at Crabbe and Goyle; a green fire of anger was blazing in his eyes. Malfoy sneered at the pair.

"Go away Weasel brain!" snapped Malfoy, not pulling his wand away from Hermione's face. "This isn't your business!"

"You're wrong Malfoy, for Hermione is my business!" snarled Ron, grabbing Malfoy's arm that was pointing the wand at Hermione and twisting it painfully and uncomfortably around his back. Crabbe and Goyle started forward, but Harry backed up his friend by twirling his wand and hexing Crabbe and Goyle unconscious before kicking them down the corridor and preparing to lock them in a broom closet.

"Don't you ever threaten her like that again," Ron whispered in a deathly voice; practically hissing in Malfoy's ear. "In fact, if you go within so much as three feet of her, I'll hex you so bad your dead slimy Slytherin ancestors will feel it. Do I make myself clear, Malfoy?" Ron spat out his name as though it were something disgusting and distasteful on his tongue.

Malfoy, whimpering in pain, simply nodded meekly. Ron, disgusted with the Slytherin, shoved him away. He slowly backed away from him, never taking his eyes off of him for a second, fingering his wand in his robes until he was next to Hermione. Hermione was staring at Ron as though she had never quite seen him before, but that did not stop her from looking a little scared and shocked all at once. Ron turned to look at her and his gaze immediately softened. He noticed her discomfort and placed a comforting arm around her.

"C'mon," he whispered affectionately. "I'm sure Harry can get Dobby to bring you a hot cup of sweet tea in the Common Room." Hermione nodded gratefully, too tired and distressed to bring up the mention of S.P.E.W. and Ron guided her, with his arm around her, towards the Gryffindor Common Room.

They met up with Harry halfway down the corridor. He skipped toward them, proudly proclaiming how he had just finished locking Crabbe and Goyle in one of Filch's broom closets. As he further approached his two best friends, he could not help but notice that Ron had his arm around Hermione in a comforting manner and smiled knowingly.

"Are you okay, Hermione?" asked Harry, looking at her with deep concern. Hermione chuckled meekly and nodded.

"Yes, yes, I'm fine," she said, giving them both a small and sincere smile. "Thanks to you two, of course."

"Oh c'mon; you're our best friend, Hermione. We'd never let Malfoy hurt you and we know you'd do the same for us," said Harry. Taking her out of Ron's grasp and giving her a small hug. Harry had to hold back his laugh when noticed the small glare Ron gave him when he pulled Hermione out of his embrace.

"Harry," he said sternly. Harry and Hermione broke from their embrace and looked at him inquisitively. Ron stepped forward and placed his arm firmly around Hermione again. "Hermione could do with a hot cup of tea. Do you think Dobby…?"

"I'm on it!" with that, Harry pulled out his Marauder's Map, muttering, "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good!" and disappeared into the dark corridor, heading towards the kitchens. When Harry was out of sight and out of ear shot, Ron turned to look at his best friend, whom he thought so much more than as simply a friend. Hermione looked at him, rather confused.

"Is everything okay, Ron?" she asked slowly. "Shouldn't we go back…?"

"Hermione," started Ron, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder, "the next time Malfoy, or anyone, threatens you like that you come straight to me, okay? I'll make sure I pound the bloody git that treats you like that again." His voice with constricted with emotion and the intensity of it all made Hermione blush.

"Alright," she said slowly, suddenly struck by his sincere concern for her. "I suppose I can do that…but why the sudden interest in my safety?" It was not Ron's turn to blush and blush he did; his ears turning redder by the second.

"I've always been concerned for your safety; you're important to me. But, I think that with times like these…with You-Know-Who being back and Muggle-borns being targeted…well…" he was rambling and he knew it. He gave a frustrated groan; frustrated with himself for not being able to find the words. "I don't know, Hermione. I just can't bear the thought of someone hurting you. It would literally destroy me…send me in an array of panic if someone hurt you and I wasn't able to protect you." Ron was so red that he could almost feel the steam coming out of his nostrils and ears and it only embarrassed him more to see that Hermione was blushing just as severely.

"Wel…I…erm…I…" it seemed that for the first time in her life, Hermione did not have the answers or the words either. So, she settled for; "Thanks, Ron."

Ron smiled down at her with such adoration and affection that Hermione could not help herself from putting her arms around him and drawing him into a grateful and appreciative hug. Ron seemed stricken for a moment, but eagerly hugged her back, smiling and blushing; both brightly. When they pulled away, slowly, they looked at one another. It seemed as though as Ron was trying to memorize each feature of her face. Hermione bit her lip and looked into Ron's ice blue eyes as he looked back into her chestnut brown ones. It seemed as though they were looking into each other's eyes for an eternity, but it was really only a moment or two.

"Hermione…" whispered Ron; tucking a strand of her bushy, brown hair gently behind her ear.

"Yes?"

"Can…can I…?" But Ron was not able to finish the question; partly because he did not want to know the answer. He took a chance and did something totally unexpected. Ron leaned in and pressed his lips hungrily against Hermione's.

Hermione gasped at Ron's sudden actions and her eyes widened. But, ultimately, she responded to the kiss with enthusiasm by raking her hands through his fiery locks. As the kiss became more passionate, Ron clutched desperately at the robes around Hermione's waist.

They did not need air; they had each other. The only reason that they broke apart and stopped kissing was because they heard someone clear their throat behind them. Ron and Hermione jumped away as though the other one was on fire. Expecting a professor, like McGonagall or Snape, they were relieved to see Harry and Dobby standing a few yards away. Dobby was holding a steaming tea cup in his hands, looking at the scene wide-eyed, as though he should not be witnessing something like a kiss. Harry, on the hand, had his arms cross his chest and was grinning like a maniac.

"Well, it's about time if you ask me," said Harry, still wearing a large grin...

"…and then he threatened to hex me into the next dimension if I ever hurt your mother," said Ron, grinning amusedly at the memory. "After all, Hermione was always like a sister to Harry and he was protective of her that way." Ron finished the story and looked down at his son, who was wearing a bemused look on his face; an eyebrow raised and his ears red.

"So, what was the point of that story, dad?" asked Eddie slowly. Ron gave him a knowing, obvious look. Eddie's blush deepened. "What are you trying to say, dad? That I…I have…feelings…those feelings for Lily?"

"Umm…yeah, basically," said Ron casually with a shrug. "That's actually exactly what I am saying." If it was somehow possible, Eddie blushed even more.

"And you become a famous Auror?" asked Eddie, stuttering over his words. "You're off the mark on this one, dad. I mean, sure, Lily ismy best friend and all, but I don't have feelings for her like that. I mean, I've known her all of my life and she's like my sister…that's just wrong…sick even! I only feel that I need to look after her because she's my best friend and she trusts me."

"But, she doesn't trust me?" asked Ron coolly, rolling his eyes; knowing his son was lying right through his teeth.

"No!" snapped Eddie quickly and defensively. "It's not that! It's just that…I'm her best friend and all…and I'm around her all of the time…" Eddie's voice trailed off and he suddenly became very interested in his shoes.

"Okay, Ed, sure," said Ron dryly. "I wasn't born yesterday. I may be old, but I'm not stupid…"

"Whatever!" yelled Eddie impatiently, clenching his fists. Ron sighed in defeat. He had clearly embarrassed Eddie enough and realized that his son no longer wanted to discuss the subject, so he did not push it. After a moment of silence, Eddie looked up his father, a look of frustration and impatience etched on his features. "Can I go now?"

"Just one more thing," said Ron sharply. Eddie ran a hand through his bushy locks and groaned. "You better treat her with respect, do you understand me? After all, that is my goddaughter."

"For Merlin's sake!" he snapped, throwing up his hands in the air in anger and exasperation. "Dad, you don't have to worry about that stuff since, for the thousandth time, I don't like her like that! Now can I go?"

"Yeah, yeah, you can go," said Ron in a defeated tone.

"Thank you!" With that, Eddie stormed towards the door muttering under his breath. Fortunately, Ron caught a few of the words that he was saying, which included "don't like her," or "out of his mind…completely mental…" After Eddie had left Hermione's office and slammed the door behind him, Ron could not help but chuckle to himself and grin widely.

"Oh, he's got it bad…"

A note from Jitterbelle. Another revised chapter; I hope you all enjoy the story and please be sure to review!

Coming in Chapter 29 - Lily is given the Suenolion Potion…and Sirius Black makes another appearance…but will he discover Harry?