A/N: Thank you so much for the wonderful reviews! I feel so loved! **Hugs Computer** in answer to you-know-who's excellent question, which was "If Lily and James are going off to train Harry, what about BABY Harry?" I hadn't forgotten about him, don't worry. I'm explaining in this chapter. J
"We've got five minutes before we leave," said Remus, glancing at his watch. Sirius was holding his enormously heavy pocket, while groaning, "Lily, you need to ditch some of these shoes!" Lily glanced at Harry's crib.
"WAIT!" she yelled. "What about Harry. Little Harry, I mean. We might be away for years, who's going to watch over him? What about…"
"No one will watch him, Lils," said James. "Listen, if we use the time turner, when we come back, we'll come back the exact second we left. So therefore, even though we are older, Harry will be watched all the time, because there'll be no time in between that we will have left him. Do you get it now?"
"I'm still going to feel incredibly guilty for leaving him for a few years."
"Don't. You won't be leaving him at all. We've got half a minute left." Remus glanced at his watch again.
"We'd better get going," said Sirius, hauling himself and his pocket up from the couch. Remus threw the time turner chain around everyone, and Lily's last vision before she left the house, was an older version of herself coming through the door.
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A million questions buzzed in Harry's head as he tried to flatten his hair.
"Stop!" said Hermione at last in exasperation, grabbing his hand before he tried to fruitlessly flatten it again.
"I'm sorry," he said quietly, "but you're dead parents aren't coming back for tea, now are they?"
"A bit longer than tea, I should think."
"It's all the same." But it wasn't. What if his parents didn't like him? What if they took one look at him, and said "dear god, get us home right now." What if…
Harry ran out of what ifs when Dumbledore came in.
"Thirty seconds," he said with a smile. Harry looked at the floor, reached up to flatten his hair, and stopped.
"It's alright, Harry," said Dumbledore calmly.
"I know." His voice seemed strained as his fidgeted with his hands. Then he looked up, and looked right into a pair of eyes exactly like his own. A man, though much taller, that looked exactly like him. And, of course, Sirius and Professor Lupin, and what looked like…a hobbit. There was a silence so thick it was like a muffling blanket.
Sirius broke it by dropping on the floor what looked to be several miniscule trunks, which made a tremendously loud noise as they hit the floor. He stooped, counted them, and then looked in his pocket.
"Bugger," he said quite cheerfully. "I've got a hole in my pocket, and Lily, I think I've lost your trunk of shoes in the space-time continuum.
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A/N: Sorry it's so short. I haven't much time to write a long one, but I shall endeavour to post as quickly as possible.