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: And we reach Chapter Three... more of in here (Yes, most of you figured it out). I tried to put some Harry and Sirius in here, but that wound up making this chapter eleven pages—so I booted that stuff into Chapter Four.

And yes, I know that Chapter Two was a bit.. er.. sluggish. Don't worry, these next couple of ones will be a bit more in the interesting category.

Note: It is advised that you read I Never Knew before trying to tackle this piece.

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Chapter Three
Alive and Not Well


The Present: July 19th, 1995

Jeremy felt his blood go to ice. Dead? No, he couldn't be dead. He had risked so much for his past' self to be alive and well and able to marry Lily—did something go wrong?

Er.. Mr. Evans? Cellie asked, jolting him out of his worried state.

He said, trying to gather his Gryffindor bravery.

I'm right, aren't I. You are. Jeremy didn't know how to answer this.

I.. What happened? How'd he die? Cellie's eyes widened.

You mean.. you don't know? Not at all?

If I knew, why would I be asking you? he retorted. Cellie looked down.

You-Know-Who came after you.

Sorry, who?



Beg your pardon, Cellie, I don't. Cellie frowned.

Well, alright, assuming that you were caught in a time warp or something during these years..

Miss Rivera.. he said, urging her to go on.

Okay, okay. You-Know-Who... Voldemort.. she shuddered slightly.

Voldemort was after me—er, James?

She nodded, cringing at the name. And his wife and child. Jeremy blinked in surprise.

Wife? Child? Cellie groaned.

Mr. E, where've you been? James Potter's wife was Lily Evans—the girl with your last name who attended Hogwarts—and his one year old was the Boy Who—er, Harry Potter. she said. Jeremy breathed a sigh of relief at this.

So he did marry Lily.

Yeah. But it didn't last long.

he asked.

If you wouldn't keep interrupting, I'd tell you.

Alright, go on. he said.

Well, You-Know-Now-Who—please don't make me say the name again—was after them, so they had to do something. So they went to Dumbledore and he told them of using the Fidelius charm—That's the charm where people are technically hidden inside a person's soul—

I know what it is, Miss Rivera.

Oh. Well, continuing, they chose Sirius Black for their secret keeper, and, well.. He betrayed them.

He did what?! Sirius wouldn't do that! Not in a million YEARS! Jeremy said, confident. Sirius Black had been his best friend since childhood. James's best friend.

Oh, but he did. Betrayed them to You-Know-Who and everything.

Where's his Mark, then? Jeremy asked, having a haunting feeling of de-ja-vu. Cellie looked unsure.

Uh.. Mark? I dunno what that is, Mr. Evans. Jeremy scratched his head. For some reason, he didn't really have any idea of what a Mark was either, nor why he had said it.

Forget it, then. Jeremy said.

Can I finish?

Yes, go on, Cellie.

Okay, now, for the LAST time, You-Know-Who found out where they were via Sirius and stormed to their house, and he first killed James, then Lily, but when he tried to kill Harry, the spell.. well, it bounced back and just about killed Voldemort. Jeremy's eyes widened.

A BABY deflected the Killing curse?

Supposedly Harry had Lily's protection or something. So then Sirius went off, and ran into Peter Pettigrew. He blasted the street apart, killing twelve muggles and Pettigrew with a single curse. Then he was taken to—

Sirius did.. he killed.. Jeremy's mouth just hung open in exclamation.

Yeah, I know it's hard to believe. What's even worse is that the murderer escaped two years ago and ran free across the muggle world. No one knows where he is now. she replied dramatically, finishing up the story. Jeremy just sort of stood there, horrified.

Mr. E? Mr. Evans? Cellie looked over to the man with messy black hair who looked as if he'd been Stunned.

Mr. Evans.. Are you okay?

Jeremy sat down into his chair, dumbstruck.

Celestia.. Who knows about this?

Um.. About the whole wizarding world, Professor. Well, minus you. Jeremy just sat there. In one night, his only love had died, his best friend had betrayed them all, and poor Peter was dead. That only left..

Remus. Remus, is he alright? Jeremy asked, praying silently. Cellie nodded.

As far as I know. Remus Lupin had a teaching job at Hogwarts back in their third year—I was in sixth grade at the time—a penfriend of mine and Metz's simply loved him— Jeremy interrupted.

Metz.. He's a.. he's one too?

No. Unfortunately, he's just a squib. Groans about it every day. Believe me, Mr. E, she grinned wryly, I have to sit next to him.

Is Remus—is he still teaching? Cellie shook her head.

Some evil potions teacher named Snape—

Snape's a professor?! Jeremy exclaimed. Not again, he thought, groaning. The poor children of Cellie's age must be tormented. Cellie nodded.

Yup. Everyone seems to hate him, minus the Slytherins. He leaked to them something about Lupin being a werewolf, so he had to resign. Personally, I don't see what the big problem is with werewolves.. She droned on while Jeremy was stuck in thought.

Snape, a professor? He managed to boot Remus out of a job—a decent job, one that Remus wouldn't normally have to worry about? Oh, boy, was that evil son of a skrewt going to get it when he came back—was he coming back? The idea of returning loomed above Jeremy's head. His other self had, well, died, he could come back and live among wizards again—but what was the point if everyone he held dear to him was dead?

Jeremy sighed, as she finished her spiel, him half listening.

So, Mr. Evans, you never answered my question.

he murmured.

Are you or aren't you?



James Potter. Jeremy frowned.

And.. what if I was?

I'd want to know how the hell you wound up supposedly kicked out of school and in California. Jeremy looked into Cellie's eyes, looking for any trick or misallusion. He found none.

I am.

You mean you're really—





Time travel. I duplicated myself trying to change the future.

Oh, jesus.

Yeah, that was my reaction, pretty much.

When did this happen?

Last day of Hogwarts. That's why I technically was kicked out of school... I never finished. Cellie nodded, dumbstruck.

So... did you? she asked.

Do what?

Change the future.

Looks like it.. but for better or for worse?

I guess that's the catch in time travel, professor, you'll never know. So, Mr. Evans—or should I say Mr. Potter? She questioned. Jeremy grinned.

James is fine—just not around classes. Cellie raised an eyebrow.

What does that mean? You're actually gonna STAY in the muggle world, after finding all this out? Jeremy/James nodded.

Why wouldn't I? Cellie laughed incredibly.

Are you barking MAD? To live as a muggle for nineteen—am I right?—years, and then have the chance to go back and DENY it? Jesus, James, I'm only fifteen and I'd cut off my right ARM to go into the wizarding world. she exclaimed. James shook his head.

You didn't just find out that all your friends were lost to you, Miss Rivera.

You still have Remus, don't you? And.. Harry? What'll he do if he finds out? James shrugged.

Nothing, probably. He doesn't know me.

James, you're still his father, whether it was your other self or not.

I don't see how you can work that out, because I can't.

You're the Physics teacher, you should know. It's just simple Physics. she pointed out like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Well, our definition of simple' might vary a bit. Cellie laughed.

Come on, James. You can't just hide from it forever.

Yes, I can.

You're stubborn as an old mule.

He chuckled. Now where have I heard that before?

Oh, come on, James. You don't have anything to lose. If it doesn't work out, just come back. Tell the school you want a sabbatical or something. James grinned.

I may just do that, Cellie. But don't think I'm taking you along. Cellie gave him an innocent look.

Now why would you think I'd ask that, Mr. Potter? Too innocent.

Because you're too much like me for your own good. Now, get out, before I change my mind about going at all. He said shooing her away with a half smile on his face. Cellie walked out, a grin on her face.

As she walked down the spiral staircase to get to her car, she whispered singsongingly softly to herself, I knew it, I knew it, I knew it..


A/N: Wow, I'm on a rather large roll. As I speak, Chapter Four is being finished up, and I'm going to 5. From looking at the outline I've been jotting down, this sequel looks to be MUCH larger than I Never Knew. Twenty, maybe even thirty chapters. And that's, well.. very long for me. And I still have lots of ideas, which make for longer and longer chapters, so hold on, buckle up, and get ready to ride.

Tarawen: Yeah, the stuff about Cassie is a bit of a background piece to the fic, but it has those interesting little details that come up a lot later on.

aurora riddle: James is dead' because there are two James's. Basically, my equation of time is different to that of H.G Wells's. If someone goes into the future, if they come back into the past, their past self will still be there. It's the same idea of time that J.K uses. What James/Jeremy realized was that since he had managed to successfully change the future, both his past and present self resided in one dimension—which meant that one of them had to leave Hogwarts. So, James/Jeremy left for America, and James the past self went on to live the normal life J.K wrote for him. In other words, everything that happened in canon is exactly the same in my fic—only there's another James that no one knew about. That's why James the past self is dead, because he was killed by Voldemort. James/Jeremy wasn't killed by Voldemort because Voldemort didn't know he existed. Whew, that was long..

thistlemeg: Remus is wearing chains? Where in the story is that? x_x

ra-chan: Yeah, I figured that all of that experimentation with muggle concoctions must have changed her body somehow, so a werewolf bite wouldn't react normally than it would to a human.