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Harry could hardly believe it. Voldemort? Dead? Peter, a hero? He had to be dreaming...this wasn't real...it was to easy...loyalty didn't have power like that, not to kill Voldemort. Harry pinched himself. He winced with pain, but did not wake up. Because he was not dreaming.

It was all real.

"I'm sorry, sir," Harry said, "But this is all...very hard to believe."

"I thought you might feel that way, Harry. Put yourself in Voldemort's mindset. Your most trusted follower turns on you--tries to kill you. Imagine that, Harry. Would it not ruin you? To have put your trust in a traitor? It may not seem like a big thing, Harry, but big things come in small packages."

"Still...," Harry said, still skeptical.

"Tell me, Harry. When Voldemort tried to attack you, why did you not die?"

"Because...my mother...died for me?"

"Exactly, Harry. Love. Your mother's love saved you. Love is invisible. So is loyalty. And yet they both have great power."

Harry nodded. This was beginning to make more sense now. If his mother's love, an invisible, non-solid thing, could save him, than loyalty, an invisible, non-solid thing, could kill Voldemort.

"I was wondering...my old life...what will happen to that?"

"You will forget it, Harry. It will slip away from you. Everybody who knew your parents, or were affected by your parents, their old lives will slip away, also. This, Harry, is the concequence I told you of."

"Will I remember going back in time?"

"Yes, Harry, you will, as it was part of both lives."

"Oh."

"I suggest you think this over, Harry. Now, accompany your friends to the hospital wing. I dare say that time-travel takes a terrible toll on the body." (A/N Look at all those t's!!! 5...yeah)

"Yes, sir," Harry said, although he felt fine.

Harry sauntered out of Dumbledore's office, lost in thought.

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"So you know what he said?" Harry asked his friends, heading to the hospital wing.

"Well, yeah," Ron said, blushing furiously, "We sort of...listened."

"Oh," Harry said, disappointed that he didn't get to repeat the story.

"Here we are," Hermione said, monotone.

The hospital wing was empty. Three beds lay prepared, as if expecting them. Madam Pomfrey was no where to be found, until they spotted her bustling around the medicine closet. Yes, a closet.

"Yes, yes," she said, spotting them, "Over here...lie down."

Harry, Ron and Hermione obeyed. They settled themselves in bed, not talking. They were all too engrossed in thought to bother speaking.

Voldemort, dead? Harry thought, By loyalty? Loyalty killed him? This is not happening...

Lily! Hermione thought, Myra! Callia! Do you know that I've gone back to the future? Only you, Lily, know that that is where I am from.

Cool, Ron thought, These beds are squishy.

Madam Pomfrey finished...whatever she was doing and, with tray in hand, walked to the three time-travellers.

"Here," she said, handing them each a chunk of chocolate, "Eat this. All of it, mind you."

Ron didn't have to be told twice. He scarfed down the chocolate. He felt warmth spread from his stomach down to his toes, through his arms and into his fingers. He had not been in pain or anything before, but now he felt great.

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Harry, Ron and Hermione had been told to spend the night in the hospital wing. Harry was woken by a soft fluttering of wings, apparently coming from the window.

He rubbed his eyes and slowly got out of bed...it was still early. Harry felt around the night-table for his glasses, and, finding them, placed them over his nose. The noise had been coming from an owl, one that, now that he thought of it, he faintly remembered. Harry opened the window, and the owl flew in, perching itself lightly on his arm.

Harry gently pulled the letter off of it's leg, hoping that it was for him. He unrolled it and began to read.

Harry,

We know that you wanted to stay at Hogwarts for Christmas this year, but your father and I would like you to come home for Christmas Day.

Harry stopped reading. It was from his mother! No wonder the owl seemed familiar--it was the family owl, Neera. Harry did not know how he remembered this--he had never had a family owl! He had never had a family!

Then it hit him. He did have a family owl, because he *did* have a family. The memories from his old life were fading, while the memories from his new life grew.

We're having a little Christmas party with some friends, and want you to be there. Bring your friends, it'll be fun.

Write me back soon!

Love, Mum.

"Love, Mum," Harry repeated. It was a sentence he had never read in his life--and yet he had. Harry read the letter over and over. Hermione would be ecstatic to go--he could barely wait to tell her.

Harry glanced at the clock. It was six o'clock. He could still sleep for an hour or so.

Harry climbed into bed, and just sat up for a while, thinking. The memories of his old life were quickly fading--the horrible years with the Dursleys, his first day at Hogwarts, the Philosophers Stone, the Chamber of Secrets...it was all going.

He rubbed his temples and lied back in bed. As he stared at the cold, dank stone ceiling, and slowly drifted off to sleep, his last memory of his old life flashed in his mind: Sirius's death.

His old life had been slipping away, and now it was gone.

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Harry woke up two hours later. He sleepily rubbed his eyes, craning his neck to see if Ron and Hermione were up yet.

They were.

Hermione was sitting up in her bed, staring into space. Ron was lying down casually, every once in a while poking the mattress.

"Ron?" he said "Hermione? It's Christmas Eve..."

"I know...," Hermione said.

"I got a letter," Harry explained, "From my mother. She wants us all to go to my house for Christmas."

"Really?" Hermione asked, perking up. "When do we go?"

"Today, I suppose. I think we'll have to fly, though, so you'll have to share a broom."

"Okay."

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When Harry, Ron and Hermione were discharged from the hospital wing, they charged up to Gryffindor Tower to do some packing.

Harry and Ron didn't pack much...just a change of clothes, pyjamas and a toothbrush.

Hermione packed her Christmas robes, pyjamas, toothbrush, and some normal clothes "in case they went out."

Ron and Harry were waiting in the common room for Hermione. There was nobody there except for a few first and second years. The snow was still falling and Harry was glad that they didn't have to walk anywhere. The fire burned in the fireplace, crackling every once in a while. It was quite peaceful.

Harry held his Firebolt in one hand, and his bag in another. He and Ron had decided that Hermione would go with him because the Firebolt could hold more weight than Ron's broom.

Finally, Hermione came down.

"Let's go!" she said cheerfully.

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They mounted the brooms just outside the double doors. Harry took off first, so that Ron could follow. Hermione tightened her grip--she had never flown before, and was absolutely terrified.

Luckily, it was an overcast, cloudy day, so they didn't have to worry about Muggles seeing them. Harry flew above the clouds...it was so pleasant, and quiet and peaceful up there.

"How much longer?" Hermione asked, shivering. It was freezing out, and even her layers of clothing did not help. The wind chilled her to the bone, and she felt as if her fingers were frozen to the broom.

"Ten, fifteen minutes, I think," Harry replied, turning his head.

Harry flew on, momentarily checking behind him to make sure Ron was still there. They flew for miles. Hermione felt like a snowman. Finally, Harry began to slope down. They went down, past the clouds, through the sky, dodging powerlines, and began to even out.

Harry glanced around, making sure he was landing at the right house. He stuck out his feet, and with a soft thud, landed in the mushy grass.

Hermione stepped off the broomstick...she never wanted to do *that* again. Ron landed soon after, and seeing the shivering Hermione, joked,

"That was fun, wasn't it?"

Hermione tried to roll her eyes, but it was as if they were frozen to the sockets.

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The Potter's house was a sprawling, two-story mansion. It was white, trimmed with black, so it blended in perfectly with the classic homes of suburban London. The many large windows were trimmed with colourful, twinkling Christmas lights. Through the living room window, Harry could see a huge, Hagrid-size Christmas tree, adorned with various sparkling decorations. Through other windows, he saw people...his mother, his father, Sirius, Remus and some he did not know. They sat, and talked, and laughed, occasionally sipping on tea, coffee or hot chocolate.

"Harry?" Hermione said, shaking him softly, "Don't you want to go in?"

Harry broke out of his trance and nodded. It was almost as if he had never seen this house before, and yet he had lived here all of his life.

Harry walked up the few stairs to the door, and almost knocked, before reminding himself that this was *his* house.

Harry entered, with Ron and Hermione at his sides.

"Well, well, well," Sirius said, rising from his seat, "If it isn't our honorary Marauders!"

Harry smiled an laughed. That was one memory he would never forget. His father, Sirius and Remus had pulled him and Ron away, wanting their help for their "Christmas prank".

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Hermione perched herself in an armchair, until Lily, too, pulled her aside.

"Hi," she said softly, "There's...something I need to show you."

"Okay, where?"

"Just follow me."

Hermione didn't need to follow, because Lily was dragging her by her arm. She pulled her through the living room, the dining room and the kitchen. The kitchen was full of appliances, which Lily explained they needed, incase a Muggle came over.

She led her through a hallway, and up a set of large, cream-carpeted stairs, and into a room, first one on the left.

Hermione entered, and could not believe her eyes.

There, sitting on the larger-than-king size bed, were Myra Wallace and Callia Henry.

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Dun, dun, dun. I tried to make this a long chapter, so I hope it is...I don't have a word count on this thing. Anyway....review.

In the next chapter:

Hermione is happy again, the Christmas prank...and the stuff I haven't thought of yet. Hilarity ensues.

I had to say that.

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