Part 14-

Megan, The Marauders, David, Darryl and Lily came back into the Gryffindor tower after hours of interrogation. The sun shot beams of light into the common room and Megan felt that the thick armchair looked like a little, green slice of heaven. As she fell onto the chair she looked over at Sirius in the twin armchair next to hers.

"Why do the Headpeople find it necessary to do this kind of thing late at night or early in the morning?" She asked and closed her tired eyes.

"Why do certain Prefects tell their friends secrets?" He said and glared at Lily.

"Sirius, I was only doing what was right." Lily said angrily and headed towards the dorms. She grabbed the thick handle and pulled it. As she did so, a force stronger than her own pushed it and her friend Tonya Levvins ran into the common room closely followed by Margaret Thompson chasing her with a hair brush. They giggled and ran directly past Lily and around the rest of the tired bunch, not noticing the alien girl in the chair. They circled the chairs four times before stopping dead in their tracks and staring at Megan.

"Who are you?" Tonya asked as Margaret tumbled into her.

"You aren't a Gryffindor." Margaret declared.

"Gee, Captain Obvious, lay another one of your astute observations on me." Megan said sarcastically and rubbed her eyes with the base of her palms.

"Who are you?" Tonya repeated.

"Megan Pot- Potato."

"Your last name is 'Potato?'" Margaret asked suspiciously.

"Yeah, you got a problem with it?" Megan said and jumped up from the chair.

"Stop it Megan." James said weakly.

"She insulted my last name! I don't make fun of her for being fat!" Margaret gasped at this and became angry.

"You haven't had a chance to speak to her much less make fun of her." Reumus argued.
"Your last name isn't even Potato." James said.

"Like hell it isn't!" Megan raised her fists and then attempted to do a back flip off the chair to impress her opponent, only to fail miserably and do a handstand in the seat before toppling the chair over and hurting herself.

"Damn chairs."

"Megan, do you need to be restrained before you hurt someone else?" James asked. Peter sat in a far away corner in a state of shock. How could he ever do something so vile to his friends. He would be sure never to even consider the dark side.

"Who are you?" Tonya asked once more.

"Megan Potato." Megan said.

"Just tell them your real last name, Megan." James urged. "They don't believe the Potato shit."

"Alright. I'm Megan Potter."

"As in James' long lost...."

"Grand daughter." She finished their sentence. Margaret and Tonya stood silently for a moment, trying to process the information.

"Who's your mom?" Tonya asked and looked over at Lily. Lily closed her eyes and gulped. 'Please lie, please lie, please lie.' Lily prayed to anything that would assist her.

"You." She answered Tonya. Tonya swallowed hard and looked at James who looked at Megan who looked at her feet.

"I wouldn't... Oh man." Tonya went back up towards the door, when as she opened it Peg Collier, a gossipy third year, opened the door. She looked at Tonya and smiled. Peg looked around the room at everyone.

"Lily, don't you need to be getting ready?" She asked and looked at Lily rumpled clothes. Lily just looked around. Peg's eyes then moved to the short brunette in front of the knocked over chair.

"That's her!" Peg shouted. "That's the girl who came in here from the boys dorm last night, Tonya. I told you guys. She said she was from the future." Pet said snottily.

"I don't think I like her." Megan said and picked up the chair. Peg didn't hear her. She just kept getting louder and louder until people started pouring into the room. Slowly, sleepy eyed, tousled haired Gryffindors came into the common room and saw Megan. They all seemed surprised at her presence. Megan took a seat in the chair she had knocked over. It was going to be a long morning.

"Excuse me, excuse me." Asked a tall blonde boy. "My name is Jeremiah Johnson. I was just wondering if you would be so kind as to inform me of my future situation."

"What situation?"

"What I end up being. A politician, a salesman, a professor, that sort of thing."

"Do you think I know the whole fucking world in the future?"

"I don't know girls who would talk like that!" He said, taken aback.

"Yeah?! Yeah!? Well, guess what ass wipe, we poop too!" She shouted. The room all stepped back two steps. "Sorry, I'm very tired. Jeremiah, I have no idea what you do with your life, but I'm sure you'll do wonderful at it." She said with fake niceness.

"That was so rude." He said and headed back up the stairs.

"I'm Herbert Powell, do you know what I do?"

"Oh the question is WHO! You are the biggest male prostitute in all of Knockturn Alley in 1996." Megan lied and was suddenly happy.

"Look, I'll read your futures all later. Tonight. I have to get all of my things together because Dumbledore is looking for a way to get me out of here. Please, please, please do not tell anyone about this. It will be a lot of work for everyone involved to cover it up when I leave. Thank you so much."

By lunch Hogwarts was buzzing about the girl from the future. Sirius was no help in the matter, telling all her stories about mashed potato fights and Malfoy kissing. Poor Narcissa almost fainted when she found out who her partner to be was. And what was Mattie Bones to think when she learned she would have an illegitimate child with a man from Australia. Nathan Finch was flabbergasted to learn Ophelia Hawthorne would marry him and then divorce him for his best friend Bernard Fletchly. The school was in a tizzy all over Megan.

The only tizzy Megan was in was about going home. She knew she might have ruined the world as she knew it. If Sirius stayed the secret keeper, as James and Lily had been forewarned to do, Voldemort would never find them and that meant for certain he wouldn't have lost to the baby Harry. Which meant Harry would never be a hero, get tired of the heroism and go to Scotland for the weekend on vacation and meet her mother. Would Megan ever be born?!

This also meant that Voldemort was never defeated by the back lash of Avada Kadavra on Harry. What would come of the world where Voldemort still reigned supreme. Would anyone ever defeat him?

She was sitting in a chair with her bag by her side contemplating this when the Portrait hole door opened and McGonagall came in. Megan looked up at her. It was time to go. Back to the future to face a world she didn't know whether or not would exist for her anymore.

"Well, Ms. Potter." McGonagall said crisply. "The secret is out. The whole school knows that you are here. I suppose it is just cruel to make those boys bring you hidden food when everyone knows you're here." Megan liked where this was going. "Would you like to come down for a meal?"

"You mean off of a plate! Not out of someone's pants! Yes!" Megan exclaimed and hugged her around the waist. McGonagall went stiff and felt very uncomfortable.

"Please, Megan. Please get off of me." Megan let go and she hurried down the halls to the Great Hall. As she came in the door behind McGonagall she could feel the eyes on her and she didn't like it as much as she thought she would. James came up from the table in shock.

"Megan!" He shouted and clam chowder squeezed out of his pant pocket. Megan quashed a laugh.

"Keep it in your pants, James." She said. Many of the students laughed. Most of them actually. Some either didn't get it, or were to surprised by Megan's presence to notice what had happened with James. She went over to the Gryffindor table and felt a finger go down the back of her collar. McGonagall looked down at her.

"There isn't any room over there for you. You need to come up here to eat." She demanded and Megan followed sadly behind. As she ascended the steps to the teachers table she looked at the view. Hundreds of heads all turned in one direction. Four turned down to James' pants. Megan took the empty seat between Dumbledore and McGonagall. There wasn't supposed to be an empty seat between the Headmaster and Deputy. She took her seat and then started eating.

'Food without lint. It feels like it's been an eternity.' She thought and swallowed the warm chowder. 'Man, I could kill James for telling me that stuff was spices in the soup. It was lint. Damn man whore.'

"Megan, we need to discuss plans to return you to your time." Dumbledore said. Megan bit her lower lip and then spooned a large heap of chowder into her mouth.

"Can't talk. Mouth Full." She mumbled and chewed slowly in attempt to stall the inevitable.

"Megan, you don't exactly have to chew this." Dumbledore said and rested his head in his hand.

"It's impolite." She said as if she was completing her last statements. Dumbledore nodded and laughed, turning back to his own bowl. As soon as Megan realized her bowl was empty, she panicked.

"I've got to piss like a racehorse." She declared and got up from the table only to be stopped by McGonagall.

"Professor Dumbledore would like to speak with you." She said. Megan turned back around and sat down in her chair. Turning to Dumbledore he slurped his chowder.

"Now, Megan. Let's think of how we can do this? There's possibly a serum, but our Potions master will have to help with that and he has class to teach and he's already working on a memory potion to go in the student's meals. Speaking of which, I need this." He said and plucked on of her hairs out of her head.

"Ow!" She exclaimed and watched as he put it in a glass vile and corked it.

"Let me see. I know! After lunch, you and I will go out into the forest where you ran away. We'll find the spot where the 'swirly purple thing' as you said, was. Then we will just wait until the right time and BAM! You'll be back in no time. Or in your time." He said and chuckled at himself.

While they discussed this, or rather Dumbledore did, Lily and James were sitting silently across from each other. James was wiping a napkin around the inner lining of his pocket pointlessly. The chowder was all out of there, he just didn't know what to say to Lily. He was angry that she'd given Megan up, but still in shock that they would get married. Lily felt the same. She twirled her spoon in the remainder of chowder in the bowl, pushing the white broth around, exposing the gilding of the bowl.

"Are you really never going to kiss me again?" She asked and kept the spoon twirling in the bowl.

"What?" James had no idea what she was talking about.

"Well, when I told you and Megan that I had kissed a Malfoy-"

"Which Malfoy was that by the way?"

"Which one do you think?" She said sarcastically and dropped the spoon in the bowl, making a clattering sound. She started motioning with her hands to help show her desperation. "James, it was nothing. We were working on a potions project after classes in the dungeons in third year. It was stupid. Not a big deal at all. In fact, when you get down to the bare bones of it, Lucius kissed me." She said and awaited his response.

"I don't care, Lily. I didn't mean that. I mean, I can't very well now." He said and looked up at her. "Megan says we get married. Megan says we have a kid together, Lily. That's a big deal."

"Would it have mattered if you didn't know we'd get married?" Lily asked.

"Of course not. Because that was the past. It doesn't matter now." James answered and smiled.

"So it will never be an issue?" Lily asked, making sure. James put his hand on hers and kept smiling.

"A complete non-issue." He assured her.


"James, there is clam chowder all over the inside of your hand." Lily said sweetly. He lifted it up and sure enough, white chowder covered her hand and inside his own.

{A/N: Yeah! I was worried you guys didn't love us due to the lack of reviews on chapter 12. That's ok tho, FF.N was down for a little bit there. Anywhoodles, I hope you enjoyed that. Responsible Readers Respond!}