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Disclaimer: You know the routine by now! But if you feel the need for a disclaimer look at one of the previous chapters.
A/N: C.Moony and S.Prongs (S.Padfoot is her split personality) proudly present this fic! Nobody wanted to be Wormtail! Ok, first of all a HUGE THANKYOU to our reviewers, you guys rock! Particularly biggerstaffluver, not only do you have extremely good taste (Sean Biggerstaff Grrrrrrrrrrrr!!!!!!) but you have reviewed all of our stories and we love you for it! Oh and to Smile7499, S.Prongs (and S.Padfoot) have been thinking about what you said about Harry just saying `Dad?' and you're right. If you saw you dead dad as a teenager you may be like `holy shit! You are supposed to be dead!' but different people react in different ways and there is the fact that I can't be bothered to change it for something better. Anyway keep reading and reviewing!
Chapter 3- It wasn't a dream, was it?
James made his way to Gryffindor tower in a cloud of confused thought. What a day he was having! First he had seen two people appear out of thin air and he knew you could not apparate on Hogwarts grounds. Then one of them, who looked remarkably like James, had claimed to be his son. After waiting for ages outside Dumbledore's office, James had finally been told that this was indeed his son who had somehow time travelled from the year 1995. He was to pretend that this boy was his cousin who had just transferred from Beauxbatons and was not permitted to ask much of the future because of the consequences, and James had thought that after seeing Sirius in a dress nothing would surprise him.
"Chivalry." The portrait of the Fat Lady swung open and James climbed through.
"Yo Jamie-boy, you look rough. What, you just encountered your psycho Hufflepuff fan club or something?" Sirius slapped his best friend on the back as he sat on the sofa next to him.
"No, he's still got his clothes on this time?" Remus informed Sirius from his armchair opposite.
"Right you are Moony old boy, so Prongs what's up?" James shook his head to this question.
"Nothing, just some family stuff."
"Your Uncle Eric hasn't turned your Aunt Sylvia into a moose again has he?" James smiled slightly at Remus' question but shook his head.
"Grandfather's quit the ministry and joined the circus?" Sirius grinned, James thought for a minute but shook his head.
"So what is it, what's wrong?" Peter asked from his seat on the other side of Sirius.
"Yeah, what's wrong James?" a soft voice spoke behind them, they all turned to see a pretty girl with deep auburn hair and sparkling emerald green eyes. James smiled at his girlfriend, Lily Evans.
"Nothing!" James tried to reassure but Lily was not convinced.
"He says it's family stuff and we've narrowed it down to his aunt is not a moose and his Grandfather has not run off with the circus." Sirius informed. James grabbed Lily's hand and pulled her around the sofa and on to his lap. 'Here goes nothing' James thought to himself, he always had a hard time lying to his friends.
"It's only I've just found out my cousin has just transferred to Hogwarts from Beauxbatons and I was just a little surprised."
"Another Potter, God help Hogwarts." Sirius grinned like it was Christmas, I mean another Potter could be very useful especially if they were anything like James. Then a thought seemed to strike him. "Hang on which cousin? I thought all of your cousins had left Hogwarts." James mentally cursed Sirius for knowing him and his family so well; he was making lying very difficult.
"Well," James began, "we don't really talk about this cousin."
"Why?" Remus raised his eyebrows curiously. 'Oh crap, come on James you're a Marauder you can do this' James' mind was racing for an excuse.
"Well our fathers had a huge argument and haven't spoken in years." James answered simply and mentally congratulated himself for being so calm. This seemed to satisfy his fellow Marauders partly because they were hungry and wanted to go to the kitchens rather than challenge their best friend, as far as they knew he could be telling the truth. Lily however did not seem convinced and James noticed this by her quizzical expression but she didn't say anything.
The light peeked through the window, shinning on the face of a sleeping boy. Grumbling he rolled over, not wanting to wake up. He had been having a good dream, a dream where he (and somehow Ginny) had travelled back in time. He had seen his father alive.
Eventually Harry opened one tired eye soon followed by the other and nearly jumped out of bed in shock. Ginny Weasley was lying in the bed next to his, did that mean what he thought it meant?
"Harry?" Ginny's soft voice broke through Harry's thoughts. She was sat up in bed, a troubled expression across her face. "It wasn't a dream, was it?" Harry shook his head in disbelief.
"I don't think so." Both were silent for a while, after all they had a lot to think about and a lot to let sink in. Finally Ginny broke the silence.
"W-what if we can't get back home? What are we going to do?"
`What are we going to do?' That question echoed in Harry's head, the thought of staying at Hogwarts with his parents did not seem such a daunting idea to him as Ginny had expressed in her voice. He could get to know his parents, and spend time with Sirius and Remus. Then a thought struck him, what if he could somehow save his parents?
Ginny seemed to have read his mind as she sadly but determinedly answered his question. "You know Harry, we have to be careful," Harry looked at her quizzically for a moment but she soon continued. "The future is not something you can mess with, no matter what the future holds or how good the intentions are, the consequences of messing with it could be much worse."
Harry thought about this for a few minutes, `What could be worse than losing you're parents before you ever got a chance to know them?' Then he thought of Voldemort and if it wasn't for his father's bravery and his mother's sacrifice Voldemort may never have been defeated and thousands more who would have died.
"Yeah," Harry said downheartedly. "I suppose so."
Ginny looked sympathetically towards Harry, her heart was breaking for him.
"I know it must be hard for you and I wish we could change it but it's wrong to alter the course of the future, Dumbledore taught us that."
This was true and something Dumbledore had repeated to Harry the night before, but for a moment there Harry had forgotten this, he had forgotten most things. Dumbledore himself did not wish to know much of the future just Harry's link with Voldemort. Harry revealed a modified version of his story as the `boy who lived' leaving much information out about, his parents, Sirius and Wormtail. All Dumbledore knew was Harry was an important factor to the downfall of Voldemort.
"I know, I wish I could though. Not just for my parents but for Sirius too." Harry unintentionally said this out loud.
"S-Sirius, as in Sirius Black? The murderer?" Ginny said shakily with a look of horror across her face. She had gone rather pale and began to shake again. Harry approached her bed and sat down.
"Well, that's not entirely true."
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PLEASE REVIEW! Go on, you know you want to! Just click on the review button and tell us what you think, is it that simple! Please give us an incentive to continue. As usual flames are accepted and used to fry that little git Wormtail but we promise it will be more painful for the prat if you are nice!
Disclaimer: You know the routine by now! But if you feel the need for a disclaimer look at one of the previous chapters.
A/N: C.Moony and S.Prongs (S.Padfoot is her split personality) proudly present this fic! Nobody wanted to be Wormtail! Ok, first of all a HUGE THANKYOU to our reviewers, you guys rock! Particularly biggerstaffluver, not only do you have extremely good taste (Sean Biggerstaff Grrrrrrrrrrrr!!!!!!) but you have reviewed all of our stories and we love you for it! Oh and to Smile7499, S.Prongs (and S.Padfoot) have been thinking about what you said about Harry just saying `Dad?' and you're right. If you saw you dead dad as a teenager you may be like `holy shit! You are supposed to be dead!' but different people react in different ways and there is the fact that I can't be bothered to change it for something better. Anyway keep reading and reviewing!
Chapter 3- It wasn't a dream, was it?
James made his way to Gryffindor tower in a cloud of confused thought. What a day he was having! First he had seen two people appear out of thin air and he knew you could not apparate on Hogwarts grounds. Then one of them, who looked remarkably like James, had claimed to be his son. After waiting for ages outside Dumbledore's office, James had finally been told that this was indeed his son who had somehow time travelled from the year 1995. He was to pretend that this boy was his cousin who had just transferred from Beauxbatons and was not permitted to ask much of the future because of the consequences, and James had thought that after seeing Sirius in a dress nothing would surprise him.
"Chivalry." The portrait of the Fat Lady swung open and James climbed through.
"Yo Jamie-boy, you look rough. What, you just encountered your psycho Hufflepuff fan club or something?" Sirius slapped his best friend on the back as he sat on the sofa next to him.
"No, he's still got his clothes on this time?" Remus informed Sirius from his armchair opposite.
"Right you are Moony old boy, so Prongs what's up?" James shook his head to this question.
"Nothing, just some family stuff."
"Your Uncle Eric hasn't turned your Aunt Sylvia into a moose again has he?" James smiled slightly at Remus' question but shook his head.
"Grandfather's quit the ministry and joined the circus?" Sirius grinned, James thought for a minute but shook his head.
"So what is it, what's wrong?" Peter asked from his seat on the other side of Sirius.
"Yeah, what's wrong James?" a soft voice spoke behind them, they all turned to see a pretty girl with deep auburn hair and sparkling emerald green eyes. James smiled at his girlfriend, Lily Evans.
"Nothing!" James tried to reassure but Lily was not convinced.
"He says it's family stuff and we've narrowed it down to his aunt is not a moose and his Grandfather has not run off with the circus." Sirius informed. James grabbed Lily's hand and pulled her around the sofa and on to his lap. 'Here goes nothing' James thought to himself, he always had a hard time lying to his friends.
"It's only I've just found out my cousin has just transferred to Hogwarts from Beauxbatons and I was just a little surprised."
"Another Potter, God help Hogwarts." Sirius grinned like it was Christmas, I mean another Potter could be very useful especially if they were anything like James. Then a thought seemed to strike him. "Hang on which cousin? I thought all of your cousins had left Hogwarts." James mentally cursed Sirius for knowing him and his family so well; he was making lying very difficult.
"Well," James began, "we don't really talk about this cousin."
"Why?" Remus raised his eyebrows curiously. 'Oh crap, come on James you're a Marauder you can do this' James' mind was racing for an excuse.
"Well our fathers had a huge argument and haven't spoken in years." James answered simply and mentally congratulated himself for being so calm. This seemed to satisfy his fellow Marauders partly because they were hungry and wanted to go to the kitchens rather than challenge their best friend, as far as they knew he could be telling the truth. Lily however did not seem convinced and James noticed this by her quizzical expression but she didn't say anything.
The light peeked through the window, shinning on the face of a sleeping boy. Grumbling he rolled over, not wanting to wake up. He had been having a good dream, a dream where he (and somehow Ginny) had travelled back in time. He had seen his father alive.
Eventually Harry opened one tired eye soon followed by the other and nearly jumped out of bed in shock. Ginny Weasley was lying in the bed next to his, did that mean what he thought it meant?
"Harry?" Ginny's soft voice broke through Harry's thoughts. She was sat up in bed, a troubled expression across her face. "It wasn't a dream, was it?" Harry shook his head in disbelief.
"I don't think so." Both were silent for a while, after all they had a lot to think about and a lot to let sink in. Finally Ginny broke the silence.
"W-what if we can't get back home? What are we going to do?"
`What are we going to do?' That question echoed in Harry's head, the thought of staying at Hogwarts with his parents did not seem such a daunting idea to him as Ginny had expressed in her voice. He could get to know his parents, and spend time with Sirius and Remus. Then a thought struck him, what if he could somehow save his parents?
Ginny seemed to have read his mind as she sadly but determinedly answered his question. "You know Harry, we have to be careful," Harry looked at her quizzically for a moment but she soon continued. "The future is not something you can mess with, no matter what the future holds or how good the intentions are, the consequences of messing with it could be much worse."
Harry thought about this for a few minutes, `What could be worse than losing you're parents before you ever got a chance to know them?' Then he thought of Voldemort and if it wasn't for his father's bravery and his mother's sacrifice Voldemort may never have been defeated and thousands more who would have died.
"Yeah," Harry said downheartedly. "I suppose so."
Ginny looked sympathetically towards Harry, her heart was breaking for him.
"I know it must be hard for you and I wish we could change it but it's wrong to alter the course of the future, Dumbledore taught us that."
This was true and something Dumbledore had repeated to Harry the night before, but for a moment there Harry had forgotten this, he had forgotten most things. Dumbledore himself did not wish to know much of the future just Harry's link with Voldemort. Harry revealed a modified version of his story as the `boy who lived' leaving much information out about, his parents, Sirius and Wormtail. All Dumbledore knew was Harry was an important factor to the downfall of Voldemort.
"I know, I wish I could though. Not just for my parents but for Sirius too." Harry unintentionally said this out loud.
"S-Sirius, as in Sirius Black? The murderer?" Ginny said shakily with a look of horror across her face. She had gone rather pale and began to shake again. Harry approached her bed and sat down.
"Well, that's not entirely true."
Fan fic managed!
PLEASE REVIEW! Go on, you know you want to! Just click on the review button and tell us what you think, is it that simple! Please give us an incentive to continue. As usual flames are accepted and used to fry that little git Wormtail but we promise it will be more painful for the prat if you are nice!