Disclaimer: As everyone is already well aware, I unfortunately don't own most of the characters in this story. So if you recognize someone, it's not mine! ( Since I'm not using them for profit reasons anyway, this really doesn't matter, but alas, I feel like typing it.) However, if you don't recognize them, then they are mine!

A/N: Constructive criticism is always welcome, where as pointless criticism can just be kept to one's self. I'm sure you'll find spelling and grammar errors, because well I'm not perfect and really wasn't trying to be! Yes, I have returned!!!!! This is a sequel is to my first story, "When Harry Met Lily." It picks up right where I left off, so therefore the best suggestion I could offer would be to read that story first! Although feel free to enjoy the confusion if you choose not to!

Like Mother Like Son

"I'm James," said the older boy with dark hair and bright blue eyes. "James Potter. These are my friends Mike Bell and Liz Weasley, and that's Liz's…" he paused and rolled his eyes. "Annoying cousin, Thomas Longbottom. What did you say your last name was?"

Harry stared blankly at the four kids. "This isn't happening…"

"What isn't?" Liz asked as she pushed her bushy red hair out of her face.

"This is Hogwarts isn't it?" Harry said looking around.

"Yeah…" Mike said as he glanced over at James suspiciously.

"Whose headmaster?" Harry said as he felt his heart beating fast. "Dumbledore?"

"Albus Dumbledore?" Liz asked looking at him as if he was an idiot or something. "Obviously he can't be headmaster…"

"Why not?" Harry asked turning to face her.

"Well," she said a little taken aback. "It's a little difficult to run a school when you're dead."

"Dead?" Harry sputtered out as he turned a bright shade of white. "Dead…"

"He's been dead for ages…" James said looking at Harry very strangely. "Ever since the war…"

"War?" Harry asked. Now he knew exactly how Lily must have felt the entire time she was in his time. He had no clue where he was or what was going on.

"Don't tell me you don't know about the war either?" said Thomas. "You act as if you're from another time of something."

"Thomas," Liz said throwing Thomas a look. "You're not suppose to talk about that sort of thing."

"Why not," Thomas said as he put his hands on his hips. "Your dad's told me the stories…"

"If my mum knew he had," Liz said rolling her eyes. "She would have a few choice words with him…"

"Oh god," Harry said not listening. "Whose headmaster then?"

"Professor McGonagall," Mike said. "She's been headmistress ever since Dumbledore's death fifteen years ago."

"McGonagall," Harry said as his eyes lit up. "Fabulous, she'll remember me. Can I see her?"

"I don't know" Thomas said smirking. "Can you?"

"Don't be a smart ass," James said as he punched him in the shoulder.


"Ouch…" Thomas said glaring at James.

"I'm sure you can see her," Mike said checking his watch. "Lunch starts in a few minutes, and she's generally in the Great Hall around then."

"Great," Harry said as he sped off in the direction of the Great Hall.

"What a strange fellow," Liz said as she watched him leave. "Who do you think he was?"

"Maybe a spy for Durmstrang or Beauxbatons?" James said shrugging.

"I hardly think that's it, James." Liz said as the four of them walked off.

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Harry walked into the Great Hall to see several students filing in to eat. He glanced up to the Head Table to see several teachers he'd never seen before. The head chair was vacant though. He slowly made his way up to the head table and positioned himself where he would be able to see McGonagall as soon as she entered the Great Hall.

"James Potter," said a female voice from behind him. "James, I'm talking to you."

Harry turned around to see where the voice was coming from, and was surprised when he saw the woman who had been speaking looking directly at him.

"What's gotten into you James?" said the woman as she walked over to him and smiled. "You act as if you didn't hear me calling your name."

"I…" Harry began to mumble. "I…"

"Where'd you get the glasses?" the woman asked as she looked him up and down. "You didn't pinch them from someone did you?"

"No," Harry said. "I mean I didn't…"

"Have you always had green eyes?" the woman said as she looked closely into his eyes. "I mean maybe I've just never noticed, but I could have sworn they were blue."

Harry didn't know what to say. This woman obviously thought he was the boy he had just met. This woman also looked extremely familiar. "She could be anyone," Harry thought to himself. He looked at her long brown hair that went down to her waist and her warm brown eyes. She reminded him of someone he used to know…"

"Lavender?" Harry asked.

"That's Professor Brown to you," she said smiling. "You know honestly James I don't know what has gotten into you." Her smiled faded. "It's odd though. I mean I know you get this all the time, but with the glasses on you look so much more like your dad."

Harry blinked. "I guess…"

"You do," she said as she stood up straight and straightened out her robes. "Take it from someone who knew you dad back in school. It's a scary resemblance. Now go eat!"

"Right," Harry said as he watched her make her way up to the head table. "Lavender Brown is a teacher," he thought to himself. "She wasn't ever that clever back in school, so what subject could she possible be teaching…."

"Professor Brown," said a small blonde girl who went running past Harry. "Do you think you could help me out with my crystal ball gazing later? I'm having a bit of trouble."

"Of course," Lavender said as Harry watched her talk to the young girl.

"Go figure," Harry said smiling. "That must mean that James is taking Divination. You would think that as his father I would have advised him against that." Harry stopped as that sudden thought stayed in his mind. "Father…" he thought. "I'm his father. He's my son…"

"Is there something I can do for you Mr. Potter?" said another female voice. Harry turned around to look directly at the aged Professor McGonagall. She had always been elderly looking, but Harry noticed that the years of being headmistress must of gotten to her.

"Professor it's me," Harry said with his eyes wide.

"I know it's you," McGonagall said as she walked past him and headed up to her seat. "Is there something you need?"

"I don't think you understand," Harry said sighing. "I'm not James."

"Mr. Potter," McGonagall said taking a deep breath. "You understand that the seventh years are in the middle of taking the N.E.W.T's exams this week? I really don't have time to be bothered with your silly pranks. This week is especially hectic for me and…"

"Professor," Harry said interrupting her. "I'm not James. I'm Harry."

"It takes a lot of organization in order to make sure that all the preparations are made and…" She stopped and looked at Harry. "What?"

"It's me," Harry said. "Harry."

McGonagall looked Harry up and down. "You aren't James are you?"

"No," Harry said shaking his head.

"You've come from the past somehow?" McGonagall asked. Harry noticed that she must be getting used to this idea, due to the fact that she seemed far less shocked than she had when she had discovered Lily earlier.

"Well," Harry said nodding. "Yes."

"Oh my," McGonagall said standing up. "Well, we've best go and discuss this in my office."

"All right," Harry said as he followed McGonagall up and out of the Great Hall. They walked the familiar route to Dumbledore's old office and stopped right before the large stone gargoyle.

"Tabby cat," McGonagall said the door opened and the two of them made there way up in the large circular room. Harry couldn't help but notice how different it looked than it had before.

"Well," McGonagall said. "I don't know where to start. I mean it seems like only yesterday when Professor Dumbledore and myself were explaining the procedure to you and your friends concerning your mother."

"It wasn't yesterday," Harry said sitting down. "But it wasn't very long ago…"

McGonagall smiled at Harry. Her tired eyes filled with an emotion that Harry couldn't establish. "So you know that there is so much that you really aren't allowed to know?"

"Yes," Harry said. "I know that there is a lot that you're not allowed to tell me, but I'll still find out eventually."

McGonagall smiled. "You're absolutely right," she said. "You've already been on the other side of this conversation so I know that I really can't play around the issue."

"I appreciate that," Harry said grinning.

"How?" McGonagall asked confused. "How did this happen?"

"I don't know," Harry said. "I mean the last thing I know was that we had just sent my mum back to her time and then Snape handed me a glass of pumpkin juice and then…well I was here. It may have been Professor Snape…"

"Well," McGonagall said. "I really wouldn't put it past him."

"For my sake I hope he did," Harry said. "Then all I have to do it go see him and have him give me the antidote that he gave my mum. Then I'll be home and I really won't have to go about learning anything that may effect the future."

McGonagall just starred at Harry. "Oh Harry, if only it was that simple…"

"What do you mean," Harry said looking at her. "I mean it took so long with my mum because he had to figure it out. Now all I have to do is ask him…"

"Professor Snape is no longer with us," McGonagall said bluntly. She turned away so that she wouldn't have to look at Harry.

"What?" Harry said a little in shock. "You mean he's not with Hogwarts anymore right? You don't mean to say that he's…dead?"

"Several years ago," McGonagall said quietly. "He died towards the end of the war. We lost so many people during it…"

"Oh god," Harry said as he put his head in his hands. "Of all the times that I just wished he would just go and be offed…I mean he wrote the antidote down or something, right?"

"Harry," McGonagall began. "Professor Snape's entire lab notes were destroyed. I can't speak of it right now, but I'm sure you'll hear about it. Although I'm suppose to tell you not to listen, I know your spirit too well. You aren't as well behaved as your mother and I know you'll figure things out. We'll figure something out though. So much has advanced since you're day. If only you knew…"

Harry just started blankly. "I thought that this would be so easy. So simple. Now I'm actually starting to worry."

"We will figure something out soon," McGonagall said as she took a sip of water. Harry couldn't help but notice that Professor McGonagall was much more passive in her old age. She seemed sweet and kind, and not intimidating and strict like she had during his time at Hogwarts. She almost seemed like Dumbledore.

"What year is it?" Harry asked.

"2020," McGonagall said. "May of 2020."

"So that would make me…" Harry began to think as he quickly did the math in his head. "Forty?"

"I believe so," McGonagall said smiled. "That's quite a bit younger than myself."

"So therefore," Harry began. "I'm forty years old, Dumbledore and Snape are dead, and I have a son named James who looks like me?"

"So you've met James?" McGonagall said smiling. "Yes, he does look quite like you, doesn't he? Although I believe he has blue eyes and does not need glasses. He's a very bright boy. Troublemaker at times, but very still very clever. Especially in Transfigurations. He's also in the top running for Head Boy." She paused and laughed. "Almost the exact clone of his name sake really."

"You mean my dad?" Harry asked.

"Yes," McGonagall said smiling.

"Well," Harry said shrugging. "I guess that's a good thing. So wait, his friend…the Weasley girl?"

"Yes," McGongall said. "That would be Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger's daughter, Elizabeth."

"They got married?" Harry said smiling slightly. "Wow…"

"I would love to tell you the stories of your friends," McGonagall said. "But I must be off to go back and proctor the seventh years on their next N.E.W.T. However, I will have someone look after you for the time being."

"Who?" Harry asked.

"Well," McGonagall said as she gestured towards the door. "As I did for your mother, I would only feel comfortable letting you into the care of your son and his friends."

"Are they going to know who I am?" Harry asked.

"That would only be fair to them," McGonagall said. "We'll go and speak to them right now." The two of them both excited the office and made their way to the library.

"How'd you know they were in here?" Harry asked.

"You learn a lot of things as headmistress," McGonagall said as she walked in and noticed three head pouring over a book.

"You can't use that," Liz said in a very Hermione like tone. "That doesn't make any sense Mike."

"It does if you copy it down like that," Mike said as Harry and McGonagall approached. "Binns won't know the difference either way…Stupid old…"

"Afternoon," McGonagall said smiling.

"Professor," Mike said straightening up. "I didn't mean it when I said that we were going to copy it like that, I mean I was just saying…"

"Mr. Bell," McGonagall said holding her hand up to silence him. "It's all right. That issue will be dealt with later. I've actually come to have a word with the three of you."

"Alright," James said grinning as he slammed the book shut. He seemed to be relived of not having to do his work. "What can we do for you Professor?"

"Harry?" McGonagall said looking at him. "If you could please give me a minute?"

"Yeah," Harry said nodding as he walked several feet away and took a place at a nearby table. He watched apprehensively as McGonagall talked to the three of them. He was waiting for their reaction. Suddenly all three heads snapped in the direction of Harry. The color from James' face seemed to have drained completely. Harry smiled meekly at them. The conversation lasted about five more minutes before McGonagall gestured for Harry to come back over. He slowly made his way back to the group as he felt all the eyes on him.

"So if you three could?" McGonagall asked.

"Of course," Liz said smiling widely. "This is absolutely amazing!'

"Completely," Mike said.

James stayed silent. He just started at Harry. If it was any other situation Harry would have felt awkward, but he knew exactly how James' was feeling right now.

"I must be off," McGonagall said. "But I will be back to talk to you later, Harry. You'll be all right?"

"I hope so," Harry said shrugging.

"Please take care of him?" McGonagall said. With that she walked off and out of the library.

"Well," Harry said shifting awkwardly. "Hey…"

"Hi," Liz said. "Have a seat!" Harry pulled out the empty seat next to Liz and sat down. He glanced from Mike to James who were both staring at him.

"So…" Mike said awkwardly. "McGonagall said that we're really not suppose to divulge much information to you. I don't see why though. Couldn't they just memory charm you before they try and send you back?"

"Yes," Harry said seriously. "They did that to my mum when she was sent into the future."

"That's what my dad said!" Liz said excitedly. "Erm…I'm really not suppose to talk about it though. My mum has a thing about talking about time travel. She never denied the stories though."

"Your mum's Hermione?" Harry said grinning.

"Yes," Liz said grinning. "And my dad's Ronald. They would be so excited to see you!"

"Anyone would be excited to see Harry Potter at this point," Mike mumbled quietly.

"Mike…" Liz said glancing from him to James to had his head down and his eyes closed.

"I've got to go," James said jumping up and quickly hurrying from the library.

"Look what you've done," Liz said glaring at Mike. "You know you could have a little more tact."

"I'll go talk to him," Mike said as he jumped up and followed his friend out of the library.

"Why did he get so upset?" Harry asked looking at Liz.

"Well," Liz said nervously. "I really don't think I'm the one to really say."

"What?" Harry asked. "Why…?"

"It's just…" Liz said nervously looking around the library. "I mean there is just so much that's happened over the past few years. If only you knew. I know I'm not the one to tell you. I'm sorry."

Harry looked at Liz pleadingly. He took a deep breath. "It's ok. I understand."

Liz smiled. "I'm really sorry."

"It's ok," Harry said shrugging. "So what can we talk about?"

"I don't know," Liz said. "Do you think you could tell me about my parents when they were younger? They always used to talk about you being their best friend and the things you all used to do when you were younger."

Harry smiled. "Yeah I guess we can talk about that. Wait…what do you mean they used to talk about it? They stopped?"

The smile on Liz's face faded. "Maybe we shouldn't talk about that either," she said standing up. "Here, come on I'll show you to the common room." With that she stood up.

Harry watched her stand up and followed suit. He walked next to her in silence as they walked to the Gryffindor common room. Harry couldn't help but wonder what was going on, and what exactly had happened over the past few years. Obviously no one here was going to tell him anytime soon. He needed answers and he needed them quickly. His curiosity was getting the best of him and there was only one person he could think of that would tell him everything without worrying about the repercussions.

A/N: Well lets see how the reviews go, and we'll see if I continue. I do have a plot and character development coming. I swear! I'm just testing the waters here….heh heh