DICLAIMER: I'm really starting to hate these. I OWN NOTHING!!!!

SUMMARY: Harry gets hold of a time-turner and goes back to see his parents.

A/N: With all my luck, I'm having writers block. All I need is an idea for this chapter, and I'll be writing away, but since I can't give you a chapter sooner, I'll just make this extra long, k? Oh yeah! And also, I'm going to start doing a little summary of what happened in the last chapter in case any of you guys forget what's happened, and all that stuff, k?

Chapter 6

         Harry sat there, staring at Lily, his mouth open into the shape of a perfect 'O'. Was she serious? Was she really pregnant with a GIRL? Unlike Harry, Remus, James, Sirius, and Peter's reactions were quite different. James ran to Lily, picked her up, and swung her across the room, with a huge grin across his face. Remus, Sirius, and Peter stood up, waiting for James to be done with Lily so they could congratulate them about their baby daughter as well. After about five minutes of this, James noticed that Harry hadn't done anything except sit there, with his mouth hanging open.

         "Err… Ron? Are you ok?" James asked, looking at Harry with a strange look on his face, although he was still smiling.

         "I… I need to go to bed," said Harry, finally coming out of his trance. "I've had a long day and I'm tired."

         "Ok… " Said James, his smile fading a little. "Goodnight then."

         "'Night." Said Harry, and left the table.

         Surprisingly, Harry made it to his room without getting lost. He sat on his bed, and a wave of emotions came through him. Anger (Why didn't anyone tell me), happiness (My sister might be alive in my time!), confusedness (How am I going to find her?), and tiredness (he was tired, after all. It was a long day). He sat there for about 10 minutes, until he heard a knock on the door. The door opened a crack, and he saw Remus peek through.

         "Can I come in?" He asked.

         "Sure," Harry said, wondering what he would want to talk to him about. They hadn't said one word to each other since they had "met" earlier that day.

         Remus walked in, and sat on the edge of Harry's bed. He looked at Harry for a moment and said, "I know you're not who you say you are. I looked up all the wizards all in Europe, and there's no Ron Potter. If you can't tell James who you are, then can you at least tell me?"

         Harry sighed deeply and said, "Ok… but you can't tell anyone."

         "Okay." Said Remus, and looked at Harry expectantly.

         "My name isn't Ron Potter. It's Harry Potter. And don't try and look up Harry Potter wherever you looked up Ron Potter, because I technically don't exist at the moment. I'm from the future … " Harry told Remus the whole story, hoping that he would believe him.  After Harry was done telling his story, (leaving out parts about how his parents died, how Peter was now evil, and how Sirius got sent to Azkaban) he looked at Remus hopefully, praying inside that he would believe him.

         "Well, your story is hard to believe," said Remus slowly. "But it explains everything about you and why you've been acting so strange, so... yes, I believe you."

         "Good," said Harry, breaking out into a grin. "I've actually been wanting to tell someone that since I can here… my dad especially, but I'm not sure I weather I want to be selfish and keep my parents alive, or kill Voldemort and have them dead."

         "Well, I do actually know how you can know what decision you made, but I'm not going to tell you, so you can make it for yourself." Said Remus, smiling at Harry. "Well, we'd better get down to the dining room, Ro- Harry. Your parents, Peter, and Sirius will be wondering where we are. Unless you want to stay here for the rest of the night. I'll tell them your tired."

         "Umm... yeah, I think I'll be in here. I've had a lot to deal with today, with the Time-Turner and everything… " Harry suddenly felt his pockets. "SHIT!"

         Remus jumped at the word, and stared at Harry. "What is it?" He asked, looking quite taken back. Harry didn't look like the kind of person who would usually swear.

         "The Time-Turner!" I don't know how I'm going to get back! I might be stuck in the past forever, and even though it's great for a while...I'll miss my friends, and Hogwarts, and all the things I can do in the future that I can't in the past… " Harry trailed off, looking miserable.

         Remus frowned, then thought for a moment. "Dumbledore is still alive in your time, isn't he?" He asked. Harry nodded, and he continued. "Well, I think he's on vacation now, but after he gets back in a week or so, we can meet up with him, and he should be able to track down a Time-Turner for you."

         Harry sighed with relief, and seemed to relax. "Well… I think I will come back down with you. Thanks for everything, by the way."

         "Anytime," Remus said smiling. "Lets get down. They probably think we've died or something."

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Harry got to bed late that night. Sirius, Remus, and Peter had stayed until almost Midnight celebrating. Then, James couldn't get to bed, and Harry had to stay up and humor him. (Not that Harry complained too much… he had been wanting to spend some time with his dad alone.) Finally, when James had gotten tired at 2:00, Harry was able to go to bed, only to be woken up at 6:00 by James.

         "Wake up, Ron. We need to get to Quidditch Provisions! It's my turn to get everything set up." James said happily. "And you get to come with me!"

         Harry looked at James, glaring daggers at him. "Okay... so you keep me up until 2:00 in the morning, when I'm about ready to pass out in the first place. I go to bed, and you wake me up four hours later to tell me that we need to get to the shop EARLY?! And you're not even tired??"

         "Um... yeah, that sounds about right. And no, I'm not tired at all!" said James cheerfully, and walked out of Harry's room, singing a song extremely loud and offtune.  Harry groaned loudly, and put his face in his pillow. This was going to be a ::very:: long day.

         A half an hour later, a very grumpy Harry was up and all ready to go. He almost fell down the 7 staircases he had to go down to get to the dining room, and got lost 5 times, he was so tired. When he finally found his way to the Dining Room alive, he saw James eating Oatmeal, whistling happily. Lily was nowhere to be seen.

         "Where's L-L-Lily?" Harry asked through a huge yawn.

         "Ha! I'd like to see the person who gets Lily up this early and lives to tell the tale," said James cheerfully. "She's even more of a non-morning person as you are. That's why I let her go to bed while I had you to keep me company."

         "You're evil," said Harry, glaring at James through his swollen, red eyes. "You know that?"

         "Nope, I'm just a morning person. Non-morning people tend to dislike morning people in the morning," said James, smiling at Harry. "And my wife is pregnant with a GIRL!"

         "I would hate to see what you did when you found out Lily was even pregnant," said Harry. "Did you hug and kiss everyone in Diagon Alley or something?"

         "Just in the Leaky Cauldron." said James, shrugging. "Pretty close, though."

         Harry stared at James, a look of disbelief on his face. He shook his head, and sat down at the table. "Are the house elves even up yet?"

         "I don't think so," James said. "I just like making my own breakfast. If you don't want to, or don't know how, you could go wake one up, and they'd be happy to fix you something."

         "No, that's ok," said Harry, who was all too used to making his own meals. "I'll manage."

         "Ok," said James. "But you had better be quick about making it, we need to leave in… " he looked at his watch. "10 minutes."

         "Um... what do you have to make?" asked Harry, looking around, and wondering how you even made anything the wizard way. He had only seen Mrs. Weasley cook once or twice. Also, there was not any cooking utensils or food in the Dining Room.

         "Here's some Quaker Oatmeal stuff," said James, giving Harry a box. "It's a muggle brand, but really good, it's worth it. It's pretty good. The guy on the front is kind of creepy, though... " he trailed off, looking at the front of the box, then shuddered.

         "Ok... where's a sink and everything?"

         "Err... a sink's a muggle thing that water comes out with, right? We don't have one of those. Just use your wand for water and everything. Just say 'Aguacaliente', and hot water will come out of your wand. Oh yeah! And you'll need a bowl... " he muttered something under his breath, and a bowl appeared right in front of Harry. "Just put 2 or 3 packets, depending on how much you want, then say the incantation."

         Harry put three packets into the bowl, then said "Aguacaliente." Pointing his wand at the bowl, water came out of his wand. The perfect amount and temperature of water poured out into the bowl. "Hey, that's nifty! I never knew that spell."

         "Well, I kind of made it up for that purpose," said James, shrugging. "I'm too lazy to go and get all the water myself, then I'd always add too much, or the water would be too hot, or too cold, and the Oatmeal would be nasty... I'm not much of a muggle cook. Anyway, I made that up!"

         "Okay," said Harry, looking impressed. "You should tell that to Dumbledore, he could make that a spell for Hogwarts."

         "Hey, good idea!" said James, grinning. "But I'll have to wait until he gets back from vacation... "

         "How do you know he's on vacation?" Asked Harry, wondering how Remus and James knew about Dumbledore's holiday.

         "Err... me, Lily, Remus, Sirius, and Peter are good friends with Dumbledore... " said James, looking slightly flustered. "So... so we know about what he does during the holidays."

         "Ookkk... " said Harry slowly, thinking that James was probably not telling the truth... well, then again, neither was he.

         James finished his Oatmeal, then said, "We'd better get going. We have five minutes until we need to be there, and it takes about that long to get from the Leaky Cauldron to the store."

         "Okay," said Harry. "But... my bowl... "

         "Let me take care of it," said James, and with a few choice words, his and Harry's bowl disappeared. "Well, let's go." He walked through the dining room, up and down staircases, through hallways, went through a door, and Harry found himself in the same place as he was in when he first came to the house. It seemed like ages ago he'd first been there, even though it had only been an afternoon and a night. Come to think of it, he hadn't even been in this time for 24 hours, but it felt like it had been weeks.

         His thoughts came back to the present time as he saw James step into the fire, say "Diagon Alley!" and disappear. Harry followed the suit, and for once, the Floo Powder worked without any mishaps. They walked to Moony's Quidditch Provisions in silence. James was looking a little tired. Harry smiled evilly, and thinking about stupid parents singing too loud and offtune in the morning deserving to be tired, he walked with James to The Quidditch Shop.

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         The morning and the rest of the day passed with no problems, except when Sirius tested a brand new broom on Peter (that happened to be jinxed), resulting in Peter being rushed to St. Mungos hospital, and Harry and James being left alone to watch the shop while Remus and Sirius stayed with Peter. Luckily it was a slow day and nothing important happened while Remus and Sirius were gone...all James wanted to do was play around, and even though Harry knew almost everything about Quidditch, he didn't know the first thing about running a Quidditch shop. When Remus and Sirius came back, it was almost time to shut down. (thankfully it was Sirius' turn to do so... not James') No one felt like working anymore and Remus, James, and Harry left Sirius alone to close down, much to Sirius' complaint.

         "Please don't leave me here all alone to do this," Sirius pleaded with the three as they got ready to leave. "I hate not having anyone to talk to, and when I talk to myself, people look at me weird... not like they don't look at me weird in the first place, but they talk amongst themselves about how I should go to the crazy people place if I keep on talking to myself."

         "Well, Padfoot, there's a very simple way to solve that problem," said James. Don't talk to yourself."

         "But-but then I get bored!" said Sirius like a child. "And I hate being bored!"

         "You'll figure something out." said James, smiling. "It'll only take five minutes, then you can go home and talk to your owl."

         "I would, but Pookie-Poo is out sending a letter to someone!" said Sirius. "That's why I hang out at your house all the time, Jamie! I'm lonely."

         "I'll make you a deal," said James. "If you NEVER call me Jamie again, then I'll let you stay at my house until Pookie-Poo gets back, okay?"

         "Ha! Why would I take that offer, if I could stay at Remmy-poo's house for free!"

         "I don't think so," said Remus. "Only if you promise never to call me Remmy-Poo again."

         "Well--well--" Sirius began, but gave up, and sat down, his arms folded. He much resembled a child being told no by his mother for ice cream. "Fine, Jamie-James. I'll never call you Jamie again if you wait for me, and let me stay at your house."

         "Thank God he'll never call us nicknames again," said Remus, looking relieved.

         "Nuh-uh!" said Sirius, shaking his head. "I never said I wouldn't call ::you:: names, Remmy-Poo! I'll just have to call you that TWICE as much, because I can't call James Jamie! Oh yeah! I never said I wouldn't call our dear Ron here Ronniekins either!"

         Harry looked at Sirius with a look of disbelief on his face. It was strange how much he was like the Weasley twins.

         Well, I guess I'll see you later, Remmy-Poo," James said, clapping Remus on the back. "Come over if you get lonely at your place.

         Remus buried his face in his hands, and Harry heard him say something like "Why me?" before he left.

         "He's lucky to have friends as good as us, don't you think so Prongs?" Sirius said, grinning at James.

         "Of course! Who wouldn't want friends like us?" James said, returning the grin.

         "Well, dear Prongs, I do believe I need to clean up," said Sirius. "And if you even think about leaving me, then I'll never leave your house!!!!!" he laughed evilly, then went into the back room.

         "He scares me sometimes," said James, looking at the door where Sirius had just gone. "I could leave right now if I wanted to actually... Lily could kick his butt if she felt like it. She could kick any of our butts if she wanted to.  Come to think of it, she's kind of scary too... "

         Harry laughed, and sat down in a chair and waited for Sirius to get done cleaning, hoping he would get done soon. He was extremely tired.

         When they finally back to the house ten minutes later, James called for Lily. "Strange..." he said. "Usually she's right in this room or in the one next to it, so she can hear when I call her. LLLLIIIIILLLLYYY!!" He yelled as loud as he could.

         "Ow!" said Sirius, covering his ears. "You don't have to be so loud! You should know very well that Lily wouldn't be able to hear you even if you screamed as loud as you could if you were as little as a floor apart. I'm sure Lily is in the dining room or something. We're home early, and I'm sure she's up in your guys' room or something. Go and check."

         After the whole house was searched, except for the kitchens, Harry, Sirius, and James were getting worried.

         "The only place left is the kitchens," said James, a very worried tone in his voice. "We'll check there...if not, she's probably out doing some shopping... or something... "

         They went down to the kitchen slowly, and heard something...something sobbing uncontrollably. They turned a corner, and saw-

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 MWAHAHAHA! Another cliffie! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, but it was a long chapter, so you should be glad for that! Also, I *should* have another chapter up REALLY soon, like in the next day or so, because I was at my grandmas house, where I got a nice, high-tech *cough cough NOT* word processor. If you don't know what they are, it's just a keyboard small little screen, made in the middle ages, and the only things it does is a Microsoft Word-type document, clipart, address book, and one other thing. It's REALLY old, though...I'm surprised it hasn't broken. Anywho, onto the thankyous! By the way, I got ELEVEN reviews! That made me really excited ::smiles:: Sorry if you found any mistakes. I did spell check on here, and I only have a limited time on the computer, so I can't read through it. The word Processor is EVIL!