LILY POTTER

AND THE CHANGE OF TIME

Warning – This is the sequel to Harry Potter, Time Traveler. If you have not read, Harry Potter, Time Traveler, I would highly recommend it as this story will get very confusing. You may not recognize many of the characters and may have no idea what is going on if you do not read it.

Summary – Harry Potter is supposed to be dead. But thanks to the Book of Time and a little time traveling back in his fifth year, he is now alive. Now Lily must overcome the obstacles of being a typical teenage witch and finding out where time got changed because you never want to mess with fate. Sometimes it does not always come out for the best…but yet…sometimes it does.

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 1 – Overcoming a Memory Charm:

"Harry?" gasped Lily, putting her hands over her mouth in shock. "I mean…Dad?" Harry nodded slowly, slightly wide-eyed Lily. "Is it…is it really you?"

"Of course it's me, Tiger," he whispered, stroking her hair gently, looking concerned. "Who else would it be?" Lily started breathing heavily and she started stuttering over her own words.

"But…but you…you're dead!" screeched Lily as she continued to back into Eddie, who was just as shocked as Lily, but managed to grab her uppers arms tightly.

Lily knew something had changed; something had caused Harry to completely change his life and be alive today. There had to be some explanation to all of these new memories that had just entered her mind. It was all so confusing to her and she was unable to wrap head around some of the questions that she had. Had Harry become a Death Eater? Had he disowned Lily and everyone else? Had he killed Ginny Weasley? What had happed over the past twenty-one years?

"Dead? Am I?" asked Harry blankly. He playfully checked his pulse, staring intently at his daughter. "Well I definitely have a pulse so I am certainly not dead. Are you feeling okay, Tiger?" Harry continued to watch the horrified look on Lily's face and ceased from teasing. He reached up to stroke her forehead, but Lily backed away screaming.

"Don't you touch me!" hissed Lily. "This isn't possible! You're dead!" Lily let out a dry sob before she ran out the door with Eddie on her heels. Harry stood up and watched her go, looking startled and confused.

"Lily?" he called out. Harry took steps to go after her but instead turned and stared at all his friends, confusingly and almost angrily.

"What's happened? What's wrong with Lily?" he asked urgently.

"Harry, let's walk," whispered Hermione as she grabbed Harry's forearm gently and guided him out of her office. "We have a lot to talk about. And you have a lot of explaining to do…"


"Lily?" Eddie called out through the corridor, desperately trying to catch up with Lily's running form. For the life of him, he could not remember when she had run so fast in her life. The only time she had ever used any kind of speed was on the Quidditch Pitch. He huffed and puffed, trying desperately not to lose sight of her. "Lily, wait up!"

Lily must have heeded his call, or maybe she got tired, because even though she was still running, she managed to slow down. Inwardly thankful, Eddie caught up with Lily and placed a hand on her shoulder, desperately trying to catch his breath. Lily stopped running and stared determinedly straight ahead; trying to look anywhere except into Eddie's eyes. Eddie sighed and decided not to push her. He did not force her to look at him but that did not stop him from looking at Lily. "Lily, are you okay?"

"Oh, I'm just peachy, Ed," said Lily sarcastically, her eyes narrowing. "Everything is absolutely spiffing! I mean, my father only came back from the dead! That's not meant to be traumatizing or anything."

"Merlin, Lily, cut the attitude and stop putting on a brave face," said Eddie, not backing down from her challenge. It was the first time that Lily actually looked at him since she had left Hermione's office and to his immense relief, she looked shocked and grateful at the same time. Eddie knew that she needed a fight and he was more than willing to give Lily anything that she needed. "I'm your best friend, Lils; talk to me." Lily rolled her eyes and looked away from Eddie again.

"I'm really not in a chipper or talkative mood right now, Ed," she mumbled, looking down at the floor. "Just leave me alone."

"Not a chance," whispered Ed, grasping her hand in his own. "I'm here, Lily."

"Bloody hell, Ed," she whispered fiercely, ripping her hand out of his. She failed to notice the hurt and stung features that graced over Eddie's face. "I'm not in the mood for this right now. I don't want to talk to you and I don't want you to hold my hand. I just want to be left alone."

"I don't think that's good for you right now…"

"Oh, so you think you know what's good for me?" seethed Lily, now narrowing her fiery green eyes at him.

"I have some idea!" shouted Eddie defensively, his own eyes glowing. "I am your best friend after all and I'm worried about you. Merlin forbid that you let someone give a damn about you, Lily Potter!" Those words looked as though they had slapped Lily across the face, but Edie did not regret saying them. He needed her to hear them and she needed to know how much he cared about her. Lily gave a defeated sigh and leaned against the stone wall of the corridor and slid down it, gasping for breath. Eddie knew that any other girl would have been crying over what was currently happening but of course she was not because she did not know how to physically cry.

Eddie did not say anymore. He just took a seat beside on her on the floor and leaned his back on the lumpy stones of the wall. It was very uncomfortable but he needed to let Lily know that he would be by her side no matter what. He watched her as she brought her knees towards her chest, rested her elbows on her knees, and tightly gripped her hair. Once again, Eddie did not pressure her. He merely waited, sitting beside her and comforting her with his silence as he waited for her to talk first; when she wanted to, when she needed to, and when she was ready to do so.

"How is he back?" whispered Lily, finally breaking the silence. Eddie continued to look at her as he ran a hand through his bushy red locks. That was definitely a question that he did not know the answer to and he was not sure of the best way to comfort her.

"I really don't know," he whispered softly. His freckles had become pale and his brown eyes were dim as he looked down at his friend in concern. "It's possible that he remembered something…overcame the Memory Charm. All it takes is one little word, idea, or event to trigger it all…"

"But, Ed, your mum is one of the most powerful witches that I know," said Lily, almost pleadingly. "I know for a fact that she makes a pretty powerful Memory Charm. I've seen her use them on the Death Eaters. It would not be easy for any witch or wizard to overcome one of her Memory Charms."

"That's true," said Eddie, nodding. "But you're forgetting that the wizard she placed the Memory Charm on is a bloody powerful wizard. Quite frankly, he was a hell of a lot more powerful than any bloody Death Eater."

"So?" asked Lily childishly, causing Eddie to quickly smirk.

"So, if Harry was that powerful he would be able to fight off my mum's curse quite easily" explained Eddie, putting Lily gently on the shoulder. "I'm telling you; anything could have triggered his memory, Lily and a lot can be said and done in twenty-one years."

"Then how come he doesn't remember that he remembered?" asked Lily, puzzled. She realized what she said and groaned, burying her face into her knees. "Bloody hell, I'm not even making sense now."

"The reason you're not making sense is because none of this makes any sense," said Eddie sympathetically. "I'm sure something triggered his memory, Lily; something related to you."

"What do you mean?"

"I really think that Harry remembered something about you," said Eddie, comfortingly with a soft smile on his face. "I think something about you triggered his memory and Harry must have realized what an idiot he was to have thrown someone as special as you out of his life and found a way to prevent all of that."

Lily looked at Eddie and raised an eyebrow and a playful smirk. "So, I'm special, eh?" she said teasingly, winking at him. Eddie blushed to the roots of his hair and looked at his knees. It was difficult to determine where is hairline ended and his skin began.

"C'mon, Lily, you're my best friend," mumbled Eddie, feeling embarrassed. "Of course I think you're special. You know how important you are to me."

"I appreciate that Eddie," whispered Lily sincerely, looking directly at his face. "But, that doesn't help my current situation; a situation that doesn't make any sense…" Her voice trailed off.

"I'm here for you, Lily," said Eddie, determined to be what she needed and allow her to vent as much as she wanted. Suddenly she gasped and looked up wide-eyed before groaning in despair and burying her face in her knees yet again.

"Bloody hell, what about the prophecy?" she groaned, as she sat up and began rubbing her temples. "Now that's a bloody mess as well! It had to have changed and it probably wasn't for the better!"

"Lily, I wish I had an explanation, but I don't," said Eddie, his voice anguished at the thought of not being able to comfort her. He gently placed a hand on her shoulder and squeezed it. "But, you can't keep panicking over it. What's done is done. You need to take a deep breath and calm down."

"Well, excuse me," snapped Lily, now glaring at her friend. "It's rather difficult to calm down when you realize that your father has come back from the dead and changed everything that you've ever known!"

"Did you ever stop to think that maybe this is for the best?" asked Eddie in wonder. "That it might be better for the wizarding world, including you that Harry came back and changed everything?"

"That's what scares me Ed!" said Lily desperately. "Maybe Harry coming back is for the best. But, what if it's not?"

"What's done is done," said Eddie with a shrug. "And you shouldn't be scared. I reckon that I never thought I'd hear those two words come out of your mouth. I thought Lily Potter was not afraid of anything?" Eddie nudged Lily playfully on the shoulder, clearly trying to make Lily laugh and lighten the mood. But Lily was clearly not in a playful mood as she rolled her eyes before turning to Eddie and looking him square in the eye.

"I'm serious, Eddie…"

"Really? I thought you were Lily," said Eddie jokingly, referring to the joke that Sirius thought never got old. Lily did not laugh; quite the contrary she had a strange look on her face. It was covered in emotions that Eddie could not read and he bit his lip nervously, waiting in anticipation for Lily's reaction. Suddenly, out of nowhere Lily just scrambled to her feet and looked at her best friend furiously with her fists clenched.

"You just don't get it do you?" she snapped irritably. "You ask me to confide in you and when I try to tell you how I'm feeling, you just make jokes! How insensitive can you be? You can't take anything seriously can you? It's time for you to grow up, Eddie!" With that, Lily stormed away with her fists clenched and the back of her neck was bright red with anger. Eddie, realizing what he had done; that he had somehow messed up, quickly stood up and reached his hand out to her.

"Lils, wait! I'm sorry! I didn't mean-"

"Bloody hell, Ed, just leave me alone!" she yelled, now pulling out her wand threateningly. "I don't want to talk to you about this!"

Unfortunately, Lily was so scared and frustrated with the situation that she could not begin to realize how those words completely tore at Eddie's heart.


"Hermione, what's going on?" asked Harry sternly and impatiently. He was folding his arms across his chest as Hermione pushed him into one of the empty classrooms. "Tell me what's wrong with Lily!" Hermione sighed but did not say anything until she was sure that the door was closed and locked firmly behind them. It was only after she placed a Silencing Charm on the classroom that she gestured for Harry to take a seat and followed him, sitting on the desk across from him.

"Harry, do you remember what happened in your fifth year at Hogwart?" asked Hermione, carefully choosing her words. Harry stared at her hard for a minute, clearly internally struggling with himself on whether to tell Hermione the truth. After all, he had remembered certain aspects of that journey and one of them was that his friends, the people he trusted most, had kept dark secrets from him. Harry also realized that things had changed drastically since that year; he had changed everything. Hermione watched as Harry's features severely softened and he let out a defeated sigh.

"Harry?" pressed Hermione.

Harry smiled lightly at Hermione and looked at his feet. He resembled a small, innocent child who looked like he had gotten his hand caught in the cookie jar. For the first time in a long time, Hermione was reminded of the eleven year old boy that she had met all of those years ago on the Hogwarts Express.

"I couldn't remember everything," whispered Harry honestly and slowly. "But, every now and then I would hear or see something and it was like I experienced deja vu or something. I didn't like some of things that I remembered, so I decided to change them. And here we are now."

"In short, you overcame my Memory Charm?" asked Hermione smartly. Harry nodded sheepishly.

"Yeah, I suppose I did."

"If I'd have known you were that powerful…or if I'd have known you had the strength to do such a thing…" said Hermione, rubbing her temples and her voice trailing off.

"I didn't mean for things to happen this way Hermione," said Harry, almost defensively. He still seemed to be carrying that child-like quality. "But, they did. I just remember you and Ron arguing one night about something petty. Then you mentioned how you had always liked the name Edward. From there, everything just sort of…clicked. Everything else came with time."

"Oh Merlin," gasped Hermione, a slow rising panic growing within her stomach and chest. "Harry, as happy as I am to have you here with us…oh I hate to say this…Harry, you being here alive isn't good. In fact, it's disastrous!" Harry did not respond for a long time; he just stared at his best friend as though he had just been slapped in the face.

"Disastrous?" Harry asked angrily, clearing stung by Hermione's comment. "What may I ask is so disastrous about this situation? I never became a Death Eater, I never disowned Lily, and I never killed Ginny. What is so bloody disastrous, Hermione?"

"The prophecy, Harry," Hermione practically whimpered, staring at her friend helplessly. "What about the prophecy?"

"Oh, who bloody cares about some damn prophecy?" Harry nearly shouted, throwing his hands up in frustration. "You never believed in Divination before, Hermione. Why would you start now? I mean, everything is fine! I'm where I should be; with my daughter! And I don't have to live with the guilt of killing the only woman I've ever fallen in love with. Why is that so terrible?"

"But Harry, we messed with time," said Hermione, trying to get Harry to see reason. "We played with fate! We changed what was mean to happen. And as much as I hate it, what happened was meant to happen. And now, I'm not sure what to think or do."

"I don't care if what was meant to happen," said Harry sternly. "I was able to change it and I did. Isn't it better this way?"

"Of course I think it is better this way, Harry," said Hermione, clearly offended at Harry's insinuation. "I've missed you terribly and I hated what you did to yourself in that other…lifetime. But, you need to understand Harry that sometimes things that seem right…seem good do not always turn out for the best. Haven't you learned never to play with fate?"

"Obviously not," said Harry jokingly. For the first time since they entered the classroom. Harry grinned at Hermione and it was the first time in a very long time she had seen him truly smile. He strode forward and took Hermione by the shoulders, causing her to look directly at him. Despite his smile, she had never seen his emerald green eyes look so serious.

"Hermione," he started, speaking in a gentle tone of voice. "I understand that the situation is strange and doesn't make any sense. But, I'm here; I'm alive and I'm not going anywhere. But judging by your reaction to my return, I'm starting to think that maybe you don't want me here."

"Of course I want you here," choked Hermione as she pulled him into a tight and warm embrace. "I'm just concerned for Lily…" Harry hurriedly pulled out of the embrace and looked at Hermione with a somber look on his face.

"What?"

"I'm concerned for Lily," repeated Hermione.

"Why? What's wrong?" asked Harry, almost urgently.

"Harry, you know how she is," said Hermione, looking grave. "She isn't going to take this new dramatic change easily or lightly and quite frankly, I don't blame her.

"Put yourself in her shoes for a second. One day, her father disowns her and becomes a Death Eater. Another day, her father is a fifteen year old boy who comes from the past. Then, as a result of his journey, her father is alive and everything has changed. Merlin's pants, Harry, the girl is only fifteen years old. She's been through so much already and now this! She won't be able to take it!"

"If she feels like she can't handle it, then I'm here for her," said Harry. His voice held such conviction and love that it sent chills down Hermione's spine.

With that, Harry walked through the door of the classroom, his robes billowing behind him. Hermione knew that he was going to try and find Lily.


A note from the Jitterbelle. Here is a revised chapter 1! I hope you enjoy and please do not forget to review! They are mucho appreciated!

Coming in Chapter 2 - Harry and Lily have some father/daughter time and Lily tells Harry how she really feels about what happened…