Disclaimer: Simply, anyone you don't recognize from JK's world is mine. Anyone you do recognize, those are JK's. Pretty much all new ideas in this are also mine. The canon events of this story are JK's. Got it? Good.
Summary: When a duplication with a Timekey exiled James Potter from the Wizarding World, he never expected that 19 years later he'd be dragged back into the world he used to know.
Spoilers: Books One, Two, Three, Four, and Five. Heavily on Three and Five.
A/Ns: This is NOT an AU, persay.. Some of the events that take place in this story are certainly not canon, but the general events will still follow a canonized pattern. Dewdrops takes place in a slightly altered universe during OOtP (and it does have a lot of OOtP spoilers, I cannot stress this enough), and its sequel will take place during Harry's sixth year.
Note: It is advised that you read I Never Knew before trying to tackle this piece.
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Chapter One
Catchup
May, 1995
Mr. Evans! Mr. Evans! A student called out. Tell us a story about when you were in high school! The rest of the student body nodded in agreement.
Jeremy Evans sighed. How was it that he could never avoid this topic with his tenth grade students? They always wanted to know something about his past, which he would rather have Gotten run over by the Metro', as he so often said, than tell them. He sighed, and grinned slightly. He had raised his students well. Mischievous and curious, always wanting to know more.
All right, He said, giving in, I'll tell you. There was a cheer from the back of the lab, as two of the school's Theater students, Rivera and Metz, grinned wildly.
Score! Knew he'd— Rivera started to whisper over to Metz.
I'd what, Cellie? Jeremy cut in. Rivera blushed.
Nothing, Professor. She said, brushing back a strand of red hair. Jeremy grinned.
Sure, Ms. Rivera, and mu—humans are living on Mars. He cursed inside, for almost letting that slip. Nineteen years, he thought, nineteen, and he should've been able to forget. But, somehow, being around Cellie Rivera reminded him extremely of his past. Most likely, it was how the girl looked extremely like Lily... But Jeremy shoved that out of his head. Lily didn't exist anymore, not in his world. Not anymore. Suddenly, Jeremy was shaken out of his thoughts by James Metz, a Theater student with brown hair and blue eyes.
Say, Mr. Evans, are we gonna have to wait until the millennium for you to start? I need a new idea for a prank! He joked, sending the class into laughter.
Jeremy grinned. Well, Mr. Metz, have no worry, I'll start. You see, at my.. er, arts school, There was a laugh at this, everyone knew that Jeremy was tone deaf, couldn't act to save his life, and could barely draw stick figures—and he had told them once that he ended up breaking a girl's toe once dancing—so him going to an arts school was quite out of the question.
Well, if everyone's finished.. He said sarcastically. The room immediately shut up. So, there was once this horrid caretaker named Filch..
~*~
When Cassandra Black had picked up a small bottle of Ollivander's wand polishing spray, the last thing she had expected was to be transported to Azkaban. Or to find that she had been thrown some seventy-five years into the future. What made everything even worse was that the wand she had just carved turned out to belong to some mass murderer who turned out to be the only person to ever have escaped from Azkaban.
So, when Azkaban guards came rushing at her from all sides, she figured it wasn't good. After twenty hours of questioning, it was even peachier.
FOR THE LAST TIME, I AM NOT AIDING SIRIUS BLACK! Cassie yelled, fighting the magical restraints that held her back from the inquisitor.
You have the same last name— The inquisitor started to say, but she cut him off.
EXCEPT THAT I'M FROM 75 YEARS BACK IN THE BLOODY PAST! She replied, trying to launch herself at the inquisitor but failing.
Miss Black, I'm quite sorry, but your story about being a wand maker doesn't really hold up, to tell you the truth. Ollivander says he's never had an apprentice.
I wasn't his damn apprentice. I worked for him, you know, carving wands? She stated, angrily.
Also, that brings another point up. No Timekey was found on your—
Timekey? What in bloody hell is that?
Miss Cassandra, would you please be quiet? One of the guards said from behind her.
No, I will NOT— But she quickly found her mouth Spellotaped shut, which did -not- make Cassie a happy person. MRRRH!! MRRF.. MMRR MRRRRRR!!!
As I was saying, Miss Black, the inquisitor continued, giving no notice to Cassie's efforts to speak, no Timekey was found on your person, yet Mr. Black's wand was. Also, if you know so much about the past, you would know that wand carving by hand was simply not done. Cassie fought past the Spellotape and gnawed a hole through it.
Not that you KNOW of.. She retorted. Since when did you work at Ollivanders?
Look, Miss Black—
No, you look. You are holding a goddamn innocent person here, so I should have some sort of rights to things. The Ministry can't have changed that much.
Miss, we are not in a position to allow you anything. Even if you are from the past, we'll still need to hold you so we can check your story and history out.
Cassie asked, glaring.
You're from Grindlewald's time, miss—
Well, no SH— But Cassie found her mouth spellotaped shut again.
the inquistor said, blankly, Cassandra, we're under orders to hold you here until we get everything sorted out. You'll have a regular guard, not a dementor—
Nunn N Denentr? Cassie tried to say through the tape, as it was too strong to gnaw through.
No dementors. We will hold you for a month, Miss Black, and then you will hear our verdict.
Guards, take her to her new holding.
~*~
The Present: July 19th, 1995
The bell rang, and Jeremy sighed. One by one, the ninth grade Dance and Music students filed out of his classroom, leaving Jeremy alone with his thoughts. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Jeremy looked up, and Cellie Rivera stood there, smiling sheepishly.
Um, Mr. Evans? May I come in? She said, her Canadian accent mingling with her American one. He nodded, and she slipped into the empty Physics classroom.
Mr. Evans, I've been thinking a lot, ever since the first day of school when I met you, and I hope you'll forgive me for saying this, and if it's not true I might as well just die on the spot, but seeing as how the last day of school is only a week away— Jeremy held up a hand to her rambling.
Perhaps, Miss Rivera, you might want to get to the point. He said kindly.
Yes, well.. er.. Mr. Evans, why did you get kicked out of school on your last day? Jeremy sighed.
Celestia, we've already been through this. I played a rather nasty prank—
Don't lie, Mr. Evans. That's complete bull and both of us know it. Jeremy frowned.
Miss Rivera, that was uncalled for—
But it's true, isn't it? I've heard a bunch of your pranks, or at least the watered down ones, in this Physics class, and I know for a fact that you weren't so cold hearted to play such a horrible prank that you would be kicked out. I mean, Professor, come on, according to you, the teachers loved you! Even the Principal—er, Headmaster in your case. Jeremy's eyes narrowed.
What do you mean, in my case?
Erm, Professor, it's rather obvious that you came from England, and if I'm not mistaken, don't English people call their principals Headmasters?
Well, yes, that's true.. He said, breathing a sigh of relief—which was soon dissipated by her next sentence.
But, Mr. Evans, that still doesn't explain why you left school and changed your name.
Changed my NAME? Cellie looked at the floor.
Well, sir, here's where it gets complicated, and if you want to kill me, or send me to a mental hospital, I guess that's fine.
Miss Rivera, what are you talking about? Cellie gulped.
Well, er.. Professor, your slip-up in class the other day—you were going to say muggle, weren't you? Jeremy's eyes widened considerably, and he was about to protest, but Cellie held a finger up.
Let me finish. If you were, then I have this simply to ask: Did you go to Hogwarts? Jeremy looked down at the papers on his desk. He couldn't. She couldn't have known. It was impossible.. He took a breath, and spoke.
Celestia, how do you know about Hogwarts? He said, in the calmest voice he could manage.
My dad's a wizard. Mum's a muggle. I'm not supposed to know, but as you probably know, it's hard to hide things from me. Jeremy chuckled. That was certainly true. If anyone left a grade book, or casting for a production out, you could be sure that Celestia Rivera would find it.
So, Mr. E.. you are a wizard, aren't you? She said, rather hopefully. He nodded.
Yes... yes, Cellie, I am. Not really a full blown one, though. As I've told you, I was kicked out of.. Hogwarts on my last day. Jeremy wasn't sure how he managed to say that without screaming. Cellie blinked. It was obvious she hadn't expected that part to be true.
You mean, it's real? You got kicked out? Jeremy nodded.
But.. Well, that doesn't make any sense at all!
Why not?
She looked rather nervous.
Mr. Evans, if you must know, during Winter Vacation I was on holiday in England. So, one day while my dad, mum, and Venna were out seeing the sights of muggle London, on a penfriend's instructions, I went and found the Records of Hogwarts students. I looked through the records for students that seemed to fit your age group, and I found Lily Evans, but no Jeremy Evans.
Also, I assume that you were a Gryffindor, and a popular one, and no one, Mr. Evans, no one was kicked out in Gryffindor—or any of the other houses, for that matter—in the ten year range I was looking at. And also, there were no Evanses besides Lily in the ten year period, either. I doubt you're older than forty right now, and you can't be any younger than twenty-five—no offense..
None taken, Celestia. He said, marveling at the teenager's findings.
So.. who are you, anyway? Cellie asked.
Jeremy shook his head.
If you didn't figure it out, I can't tell you.
Can I at least guess who you are? She asked, hopefully. Jeremy shrugged.
Sure, why not.
James Potter. But he's dead.
A/N: Well, there you have it. The first chapter of many in a hopefully longer story than its prequel. I know that many things probably won't make sense right now, but don't worry, all will soon be understood.