Author's Note: Yes, this story was posted before. I deleted it and then went through it and made it, hopefully, better. At least I like it better, I hope you do too. Leave me a review and tell me what you think.

People think I hate James Potter, and I get how they might think that but I don't. Honestly, don't they know that when you like a guy you pretend to hate him? Call him an ass and act like you can't stand to be around him? When really deep down you treasure the moments when you get to flirt with him by insulting him.

Then again, the whole reason you pretend to hate him is to convince everyone that you don't like him in the least. That you don't think he's hot. And that while your calling him an insufferable git really you don't want to grab his collar and kiss him.

Well, the reason you don't want to let anyone know you like him is fear of rejection.

I know what you're saying, "Oh, but everybody knew he like you! Why would he reject you if he likes you?"

That's the thing. It's a fact, human nature. You want what you can't have. James Potter knew he couldn't have me, henceforth, subconsciously or consciously, wanted me.

So I have a plan this year. It's my last year, so if I embarrass myself horribly I won't be around for much longer to be, well, embarrassed.

I'll tell him. On the last day of school I will inform him that I find him incredibly yummy. That I want to be with him just as much as he thinks he wants to be with me.

Then we will go out on a date or two and he will realize he just wasted three years of his life chasing me.

But what can you do?

My best friend in the entire world, Rachel, thinks I'm crazy when I inform her of my plan.

Oh course I told her about being in love with an ass. I couldn't not tell her if my life depended on it.

She doesn't see what I and the rest of the female population see in him. She doesn't hate him, she thinks he's funny, but not yummy. No, she was always the sensible one out of the two of us. Never went boy crazy like the everyone else.

As the bell rang dismissing classes for the day and I walked out of the classroom, a tall skinny boy with very messy black hair walked up along side me.

"What do you want Potter?"

"I want you to go out with me."

"Of course you do," I mumble sarcastically under my breath, "Why do you keep asking? The answer will always be no."

"Come on, please? There's a Hogsmead visit coming up. Come with me! Please?"

I turned and look he in the eyes. I'm shocked. I don't know what I expected to see but it sure as hell wasn't this. His eyes are deep and hold so much emotion. It's scary. There's something in there I can't recognized, but I think, or maybe just hope, it's love. He loves me? Maybe it's just the idea of me.

"Fine Potter, I'll go out with you."

He grinned and started to walk away.

"James!" I called after him.

He turned and faced me, still walking away. "Yeah?"

"Don't make me regret this."

He smiled, "You won't," then he jogged off to catch up with his friends.

I smile to myself. He is so hot. I start to run off to inform Rachel of my news when I stop dead in my tracks. Shit. The plan. The plan is totally ruined!

I'm in the seventh year girls dorm pacing back and forth in front of Rachel who's sitting on her bed.

"Why the hell did I agree to go out with him? I totally ruined my plan!"

"You realized that your plan was stupid and you really do care for him."

"Hey! And it was a rhetorical question. What am I going to do? He's going to break my heart and-"

But I was cut off by a rather skinny boy falling from the ceiling.

"Potter what the hell are you doing? You aren't allowed in the girls dormitories and you know it."

The boy looked up at me, confused.

"I'm not- Wait, who are you?"

I looked closely at him. Was he joking? I'm only the girl he's been annoying for years...

"What do you mean who am I? God James, I always knew you were stupid, now you're lacking short term memory too?"

"James Potter? I'm not James Potter."

I looked closely at him. No, he wasn't James Potter, yes he looked too much like him to be real, but it defiantly wasn't him. There were several noticeable differences. For instance, James had deep hazel eyes, this boys were green, and the boy had a lightening bolt scar on his forehead.

"No, your not James. Who are you then?"

"My name is Harry." The boy glanced around nervously.

"Harry...?"

"Um, I don't think I should tell you that."

"Don't be ridiculous."

"Potter," he mumbled.

"Ah, so your related to James Potter then. Cousins? Don't tell me your brothers! Holy shit! One James Potter is bad enough."

"What year is it?" Harry asked.

"1973," Rachel said.

Harry turned and looked at her. "Rachel Bible? Lily Evans' best friend all through Hogwarts, then maid of honor at her wedding... I think."

"Yes, I'm Rachel... How do you know me?"

"Pictures."

"Wait a minute! I'm not married, so how could Rach have been my maid of honor, and you have pictures of a wedding that never took place?"

"Your from the future aren't you! And I'll bet anything your James Potter's son!"

"Um, ya. I need to see Dumbledore."

"Here, I'll take you." Rachel offered.

"Okay."

"I'll come too. So what lucky little bimbo finally got pregnant after a one night stand with Potter?"

For some reason Harry found this very funny.

"Why is that so funny? You should be mad! I just called your mother a bimbo!"

"Yeah, but if you knew who my mother was you wouldn't find it funny at all."

"I highly doubt it. Unless it's Rachel. But that's impossible. You look absolutely nothing like her."

"We're here." Rachel interrupted us.

"Um, so thanks for walking me.." Harry said nodding.

"The passwords gummy worms," I inform him.

"Thanks."

Rachel and I walk away.

"Well, that was weird," Rachel comments.

"Indeed. We just meet James Potter's son." I start to laugh. "Poor bimbo."

Rachel doesn't laugh. But she does shot me a look and ask if I noticed anything that might tell us who the mother is. I think she knows something...