Disclaimer: Meep. I can't be bothered thinking up a good disclaimer. Sorry. JK Rowling owns Harry Potter, not me. School is draining my energy. Only Art, P.E., and Web Design aren't tiring. Well maybe cept for Web Design. I have to get up early for that....
English is OK too I guess. I feel so drained, though. No creative juices...I'm all dried up! Sorry if this chapter isn't as good as...er...whatever...yeah...Hey why am I rambling on?? OK OK...I'll write my thank you thingies.
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Ok. The story.
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Harry felt the shaking continue. He opened his eyes, sweating profusely.
"Get up, Harry! We're late!" Ron was violently shaking him while pulling on a sock, and had apparently thrown off his covers.
So that was what that cold was. He mused, still shaken by the nightmarish dream.
"Oy, Harry! Did you hear me? GET UP! WE'RE LATE!"
Harry was reminded of his Aunt Petunia. "I'm coming, I'm coming..."
Ron hopped from the room. "No time to shower...Transfiguration...McGonagall..."
Harry could hear random words coming from Ron. He got out of bed, but his mind was still on the dream.
Lily stared at an empty chair across the classroom. Harry wasn't at class, but his friend Ron was laughing with the Marauders. She sighed and tried to concentrate on Professor McGonagall when suddenly, an unbearable stink filled the room. She wrinkled her nose. A burst of laughter from the opposite side of the classroom explained the cause of the smell.
"Potter! Black! Twenty points from Gryffindor! Dungbombs are NOT allowed at Hogwarts!"
James looked up at their Professor with a 'Who, me?' look on his face. "I'm sorry Professor, were you talking to me? Because it was Sirius Black here who was the...er...source of this smell."
Lily glanced at Sirius, who was rolling on the floor laughing. She rolled her eyes.
Professor McGonagall stormed up to their desk. She was fuming. "This is the LAST straw!" The two boys stopped laughing. Her face was furious. "Up to Professor Dumbledore's office! And I will PERSONALLY escort you there!" She then strode out the classroom door. James and Sirius followed like dogs with their tails between their legs.
Lily and the rest of their class stared at the door in shock. They hadn't seen their Transfiguration Professor explode like that before. They class sat in silence before they slowly started to chat amongst themselves.
Lily looked back at her parchment where she had been making notes. She stared at the paper. Written all over it were miniature hearts and things like, 'H.P + L.E' or 'Harry and Lily' scrawled in her cursive writing.
"Whatcha got there, Lily? What did you do to your notes?"
Deirdre's head poked over Lily's shoulder. She crumpled up the parchment in embarrassment.
Now she would have to borrow someone else's notes.
Dumbledore surveyed Harry over his half-moon spectacles, the gold rims twinkling in the light.
"Do you mean to say, Mr. Potter, that there are two other parallel worlds, both being in the future?"
Harry nodded, unsure of what Dumbledore was thinking. What if Dumbledore waved him off, told him to get lost, he was obviously mental? It was, after all, just a dream.
Instead the Headmaster leaned back in his chair. He looked tired, much like the part of him that was an old man instead of a brilliant mind.
"I must admit, Harry, that for once I do not know what to think. I must ask myself if this is possible. Perhaps this is..." Dumbledore paused, then fell silent.
Harry inspected his shoes.
"Lane is a Seer."
He looked up. "Lane?"
Dumbledore slowly nodded, his face thoughtful. "It would probably do you some good to get to know her. She only Sees things about people who are close to her. For instance, she has Seen Miss Evans in 'great peril'. She has foretold that she will not survive." His voice was grave. "Of course, the others believe that it is just a lot of old tosh."
Harry nodded uncertainly.
Dumbledore gazed at his face. "In your dream...did you see a vision of Lane? Did she speak to you?"
Harry glanced at Dumbledore in surprise. "Er...yes...she said that...that the first world...well the first world was what would happen if I 'did what I have to set out to do'...but I don't even know what that is, how am I supposed to save the whole world if I-"
The door to Dumbledore's office burst open. Harry spun around.
McGonagall strode in, her face red with anger. Harry quickly stepped aside. James and Sirius stood guiltily behind her, and James looked surprised to see Harry in Dumbledore's office.
"Albus, these two boys have YET AGAIN let off Dungbombs in my classroom, for the SEVENTY-FOURTH time! And may I add that they are NOT allowed in Hogwarts!"
Harry could almost see the smoke coming out of her ears.
Dumbledore looked mildly up at Professor McGonagall. "And what do you propose to do about this..." He glanced over at the two victims of Professor McGonagall's wrath- "misbehaviour?"
Harry shifted his weight from foot to foot. "Er...Professor? Do you want me to leave?"
Dumbledore moved his gaze to Harry. "No, Mr. Porter, you may stay. Minerva, would you mind stepping out for a minute?"
Professor McGonagall glared at Dumbledore, who still had the same mild expression on his face. She sighed in exasperation and stormed out of the office. James and Sirius started to edge out of the room.
"No, Mr. Potter, Mr. Black, I would like to have a word with you two."
They exchanged glances. Harry watched interestedly as they nervously approached Dumbledore's desk.
"Don't worry, I won't bite you. I daresay if you go outside, your Transfiguration Professor would find a reason to."
The two boys let out anxious chuckles.
Harry laughed at their obvious discomfort. (A/N: he sounds mean doesn't he?)
"Shut it, Harry." James growled.
Harry was taken aback. What was wrong with him?
Dumbledore looked amused. "Mr. Potter, Mr. Black."
They looked at him. "I believe that bringing Dungbombs to school, and using them, requires a detention. Let's see...I'm sure that Professor McGonagall with be glad to mind you two for detention on Friday. Mr. Black, you may leave. Mr. Potter, I would like you to stay."
Sirius looked back at James curiously as he exited the office.
Dumbledore looked the two look-alike boys that stood on front of him. One with hazel eyes was curiously looking around his office, the boy with green eyes was looking straight at Dumbledore.
"Er-Professor? What did you need to tell me?" James was now also looking at him.
Dumbledore sighed. Never in his years had he experienced something like this.
"Harry, I think we should explain to James about your situation. If you continue this, you will only be spinning yourself a web of lies."
Harry looked uncertain. "But wouldn't it change the future?"
James glanced back and forth between the two. "What's going on?"
Dumbledore gazed at him, then back at Harry, who nodded slowly, then started to explain. "My real name is Harry Potter..."
A few hours later, Harry and James emerged from Dumbledore's office.
James' stomach rumbled loudly. He, for once, ignored it and stared at Harry.
"So you're my son?"
Harry gave a nod of assent.
"Wow! That's so wicked."
Harry looked at him, amused. "Wicked?"
"Well-yeah. I mean, since I never really will get to know you in the future..." he frowned. "How come Dumbledore didn't know all this about you?"
"I didn't tell him...well actually he didn't want to know. Something about messing up the future. And you can't tell ANYONE, alright?"
James nodded.
"My throat's all sore," said Harry. "I can't believe I just explained my whole life in a couple of hours."
James laughed. "Anyone with a life like yours would have a sore throat too." He frowned again. "Who was your mum anyway? Dumbledore wouldn't tell me and you didn't either."
Harry shook his head. "I can't tell you, it'd mess things up. You'd probably never end up having me."
"C'mon, just give me a hint." James tried to wheedle it out of Harry. "Is it someone I know?"
Well, it wouldn't hurt just to give a hint, right?He nodded.
James bounced in his step. "Oh, goody! Is it a Gryffindor?"
"I can't tell you everything!"
James ruffled his untidy hair. "I always wondered why you had hair like mine. It's the Potter hair. Your son will have it, and your grandson, and your great-grandson, and your great-great-"
"Ok, ok..." Harry laughed out loud. "I get it."
"I can't believe you have my invisibility cloak! AND the Marauder's Map!"
James continued to ramble on as they walked down to the Great Hall. Harry spotted the Marauders.
"Hey James?" James stopped talking. "Would you mind if I just talked to them for a moment?"
James shrugged. "I wanted to talk to your friend Ron anyway. I can't believe he's Arthur Weasley's son!"
Harry shook his head as James sauntered over to where Ron was eating dinner.
Lily straightened her robes. She looked over to the very end of the table where Harry was sitting with Ron, and watched as the Marauders left the seats opposite them and walked out of the Great Hall.
She'd show Harry exactly how much she liked him.
Lily got up just as Harry and Ron stood and exited the Hall. She silently followed them, and watched as Ron left Harry to walk down a staircase.
Perfect.
She took a deep breath and strode up to the messy-haired boy. Lily closed her eyes, spun him around, and, ignoring his cry of surprise, she planted her mouth right on top of his.
He stood there awkwardly like a statue as she kissed him.
It was possibly the most beautiful kiss in her entire life, not to mention her first.
The kiss seemed to go on forever, until he wrapped his arms around her waist.
He does like me!
She opened her eyes to smile at her prince.
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Hmm. A boring chapter. And a very short chapter. Urgh. Possibly one of the worst in this story *shakes head* Ah well. I have a new story, called You lied. It's not as light hearted as this one, actually its a very Angsty/Dramatic fanfic, and I don't know if you people would like it as much as this one if you're into nice cute fluffy stories.
Heh.
Anyway.
Thanks for reading this, please tell me what you think, review/flame whatever.
Eat cheese.
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