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Chapter 49:

            Harry never did find out what would eventually happen to Amara, or Merlin, or Llewellyn, or even Acacia.  After the heirs had spent one night, Gryffindor brought news that he could transport them back; as close to their real time as was possible. 

            Over the two days and one night spent in the newly built Hogwarts, Ginny and Lenore had become fast friends with Amara.  Draco had gotten along with Llewellyn better than Harry had.  Harry supposed it was just odd becoming friends with his ancestor.  Well, technically, Harry was distantly related to Amara… but it really was too distant to count.  When Gryffindor and Ravenclaw were about to send Harry, Lenore, Draco, and Ginny back, Amara had tearfully begged them to simply allow them to stay.  This, however, was out of the question.

            "Bye Ginny!  Good-bye, Lenore!  I shall miss you so much!  You also, Harry and Draco.  The best of luck, vanquishing your rival.  I only wish we could help."  Harry grinned.

            "You did help; all of you…. There must be some reason we needed to learn about Acacia.  Thanks."  Amara smiled, and Harry felt his insides squirm.  He and Ginny had made up the night before, but there was still a bit of tension.  Harry stole a glance of his girlfriend.  She was smiling, but her eyes looked like they had an invisible shield over them. 

            "Bye, Amara!" said Lenore happily, her emerald eyes dancing.  "Whenever we find a way to send messages to the past, I'll drop you a note."  Amara smiled but looked overall confused.  "Never mind," chuckled Lenore. 

            "Come on; let's go," said Draco abruptly.  They had figured out that Cygnus Malfoy was really a Pureblood, and he had been adopted.  Godric had told them.  Draco had seemed much more poised after this.  Harry was still marveling on what had happened to Draco to make him act so oddly, but Draco didn't seem to remember suggesting that Voldemort was gay.  Harry had earlier expressed his concerns to Lenore, but she had shrugged and suggested a selective memory. 

            At the moment, Harry was feeling rather fidgety, leaning against a wall with two of the most powerful wizards and witches standing with their wands pointed at him, Draco, Lenore, and Ginny. 

            "Hmm…" muttered Godric thoughtfully.  "I'll have to do this one at a time.  Rowena?"  The woman nodded and smiled, and the two pointed their wands first at Ginny. 

            "Ire ad verus Annus!" they yelled at the same time.  And suddenly, Ginny was gone.  Next was Harry.  He felt his heart beat speed up rapidly, and suddenly, everything was rushing by, and Harry was in a whirlwind of time and memory.  Suddenly, everything spontaneously came to a halt.  Harry was caught off balance and was thrown to a stone floor. 

            He blacked out for a moment and then awoke to hushed whispers surrounding him in the hallway.

            "Never seen him…."

            "Are you sure he isn't related to you?  Looks identical!  Except that scar on his head…"

            "But those are Gryffindor robes," piped up a squeaky voice.  "He must be in our house…"

            Suddenly a voice that Harry easily recognized spoke up.  "We could test him for our latest prank…."

            "Absolutely N-"

            "Come on, Lils, a little fun never hurt anyone, even when they are unconscious…"

            Harry bolted up, opening his eyes.

            "Whoa," said a voice that painfully reminded Harry of someone. "He isn't identical… look, those are Lily's eyes…"

            "Are not!" came a tired girl's voice. 

            "Are tooooo," came the very beautiful voice of a girl.  It was a voice Harry had heard only in a dream…. In a place, full of shadows…  The room came into focus.  Harry was on the third floor corridor.  In his first year, Fluffy had been here. 

            In front of Harry's eyes were eight people.  He recognized all of them but a young girl, with long, thick brown hair, and eyes that were only rivaled by Calista…. Speaking of Calista, she was here, sitting by someone Harry was sure was Remus Lupin.

            If Calista was pretty as an adult, as a teenager, she was the most beautiful person he had ever laid eyes on (Except Ginny, of course).  She had long, raven, spirally curls.  She was tall, with very long legs, and she was definitely filled out.  Her eyelashes were so long they looked fake, and her every feature seemed to be placed perfectly upon her delicate skin.  Her icy blue eyes were wide with concern.  Next to Calista was Evelyn, who was loudly chomping on a piece of gum.  Her hair was sloppily thrown back, but it looked good, nonetheless.  And next to Evelyn was Harry's mother.  Lily.  She looked much as she had in Snape's pensive, only her hair had grown longer, she was taller, and… everything had grown slightly.  Sirius Black, his wavy hair falling perfectly into place, had taken his eyes off of Harry and was longingly looking at Calista.  Remus was asking Harry if he was all right, but Harry was too dazed to answer.  He watched, smiling, as James Potter sneakily put an arm over Lily's shoulders.

            "Back off, Potter!" said Lily loudly before James had even touched her. 

            "Damn," muttered Sirius.  "How do you do that, Lils?"  Lily rolled her eyes.

            "How come he can call you Lils?" asked James jealously.

            "Lily likes him better," said Peter, laughing.  Harry and James glared at Peter at the exact same moment. 

            "Freaky," observed Evelyn.  "So, can you hear us?"

            Harry looked up and nodded, dazed.  "Yeah, yeah… I'm fine…"

            "You sure don't look it," said Evelyn bluntly. 

            "Who are you, anyway?" asked Sirius.  "Those aren't the school robes…"

            Harry shifted uncomfortably.  Should he tell them?  He suddenly remembered Lenore, Ginny, and Draco.  He spun wildly around.  Where were they?  He then turned back to the others.

            "I…. I think I need to go see Dumbledore…" said Harry wobbily.  He stood up and began walking.  The girls shrugged and walked away, as did Peter and Lupin, but Sirius and James ran after Harry.

            "You know where Dumbledore's office is?" asked James impressively.  Harry grinned and nodded. 

            "That's an understatement… I've been in there at least once a year since I started Hogwarts…"  Sirius rose his eyebrows at James suspiciously.

            "How is that possible?" he exclaimed.  "We've done the biggest pranks Hogwarts has ever seen!  And we've still never been there!  I don't even know who you are!"  Harry rolled his eyes.

            "I bet you he knows who we are, James!  But NO!  We've NEVER been to Dumbledore's office!"     

            "I do know who you are, Padfoot," said Harry quietly.  Sirius frowned and James looked at Harry oddly.

            "How'd you know that name?  And why do you look like me?  And why haven't I ever seen you before?" he asked curiously.  Harry sighed.

            "I'm  from the future, Prongs," he said slowly.  James' big chocolate eyes widened from behind his glasses.  Sirius gaped at Harry. 

            "Seriously?" he asked.  "Oooh, do you know me?  What do I look like?  Am I married?  What's my job?  What's your name?"

            "I am Harry Potter.  I knew you Sirius, but not you, Prongs…"

            "But… am I your Dad?"  Harry nodded painfully. 

            "Damn," swore James.  "Wait… your mother…. Who is she?"

            "Wait!" said Sirius.  "Those are LILY'S eyes!"

            "YES!" yelled James, thrusting his hands into the air and grinning like an idiot, putting a hand through his already-messy hair.  "When does she finally go out with me?" he asked quickly.  Harry just shook his head.

            "I can't tell… we can't exactly change the future."  At this point in the conversation, Harry reached the gargoyles outside Dumbledore's office. 

            "Um…" he said blankly, racking his mind for candies.  "Chocolate frogs?  Lemon Drops?  Uh… Mars Bars?"  And to Harry's amazement, the Gargoyles sprang open. 

            "Wow," said James and Sirius in unison, and they followed Harry up the spiral steps.  When Harry reached the top, Dumbledore was bent over a piece of parchment, scribbling with his quill, looking no different than he did in present time.  He looked up.

            "Ah, Mr. potter… Mr. Black… I was wondering when you'd figure out how to get into my office… and alas, who is this?"  He smiled at Harry and set down his quill, sitting up in his chair. 

            "Hello, Professor.  You… er, don't know me yet, but I am from the future.  It's a bit complicated, how I got here, but I can-"

            "Do not tell me more than I need to know, please," said Dumbledore kindly.  "What is your name?"

            Harry smiled.  "Harry Potter.  And I really need to get back, you see, and… yeah." 

            "Hmm…" said Dumbledore thoughtfully.  "I suppose I should be able to get a good enough time turner from the Ministry.  However, it will be a few hours.  As it is a Saturday, why don't you stay with Sirius and James for the day, and you can get back tonight…. Might I ask, Harry, are you James' son?"  Harry nodded. 

            "Any relation to Miss Lily Evans?" he asked again, eyes twinkling behind half moon glasses.

            "Actually, yes," said Harry. 

            "Well, then… why don't you go on…? Be in my office tonight, around seven."

            "All right," said Harry.  That was easy, he said to himself.  "Thank you, professor Dumbledore."

            "Any time.  Oh, Lemon drop, anyone?"  James and Sirius exchanged dubious glances.  Harry was in a particularly good mood, and he took one and popped it into his mouth.

            His father and Godfather followed from Dumbledore's office, laughing.  "That was great!" laughed Sirius.  "Does he always name his passwords after candy?"  Harry nodded.

            "Yep.  It's never been hard to get in there… I destroyed the office once, in my fifth year.  I was really mad."

            "Whoa!  Go Prongs Jr!" exclaimed Sirius.  "So, do you have all of our old prized prank possessions?" he asked casually.

            "Well," said Harry thoughtfully, "I have the cloak, the Map, and… that's it."

            "Really?" asked James, shocked.  "Nothing else?"  Harry shook his head. 

            "Ah, well…" said Sirius, "At least you got the good things…"

            The three talked for several more minutes, until they reached the Common Room.

            Upon entering, James hurried over to Lily, who was French-braiding Holly's hair in the corner.

            "Hey, Evans," he said in a deep, mature voice.  Lily frowned and didn't even look up. 

            "What do you want, Potter?"   

            "Will you go out with me?" asked James confidently.

            "What would give you that absurd idea?" asked Lily, pointedly not looking him in the eye.

            "Because," said James with a flourish, "That boy, Harry…. Is our-"

            "New friend," said Harry quickly and loudly.  James glared at him.

            "Don't tell anyone!" mouthed Harry angrily.  Lily raised her eyebrows at the two Potters. 

            "Ugh!  Don't tell me you are just as weird as him," she moaned.

            "Hey!  I resent that!" said James loudly.  For the next half hour, Harry contentedly watched his parents flirt, hardly remembering the others.  Around the time that he did remember them, and was beginning to worry, it was six o'clock.  Lily was upstairs, Evelyn and Calli were taking a quiz in a magazine, James and Sirius had run to get food from the kitchens, Remus was in the Hospital Wing (The Full Moon was tomorrow), and Peter was off doing something.  It was only Harry and Holly in the Common Room.

            Holly sat down next to Harry and looked him in the eye.

            "I know I'm going to die."  Harry was rather taken aback, as so far Holly had seemed friendly and upbeat… but this was a particularly morbid statement.  Harry stuttered for a moment.

            "H-h-how did you-"

            "Know?" she whispered sadly.  "I'm a seer, Harry Potter.  I know something about you, too.  Harry, you can only defeat Voldemort if the other heirs are with you, fighting alongside you.  You have to defeat Him, but they must be there.  The Heir of Acacia will not die easily."  Harry looked into her deep blue, fascinating eyes.  She then smiled.

            "I have to go finish my homework, Harry.  Nice meeting you."  She smiled.  "You'll be gone when I get back, but I will remember you."  Harry managed a smile.

            "Bye, Holly."

            "Good-bye."  Her voice was beautiful.

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            Two Hours later, Harry was again traveling through time.  This past afternoon had been one of the best he'd had in a long time, and Harry wasn't happy to leave the Marauders and his mother, and her friends.  He arrived in the Room of Requirements. 

            It seemed to be a different place every time, he thought wryly.  Harry vaguely wondered what time it was, and what day.  He exited the Room of requirements, and decided that classes were evidently going on.  He found the nearest clock, and saw that he was supposed to be in Defense Against the Dark Arts. 

            Harry debated in his head whether to go to Defense, or Dumbledore's office, or the common room, or the new DA room.  He finally decided to go to Defense.  Calista or Evelyn would know what to do.  He reached the classroom and peered into the window.  Lenore was there, but Draco wasn't.  Blaise Zabini looked rather agitated.  Hermione and Lenore both looked as if they had been crying.  Robyn looked sad as well.  Ron's head was on his arms.  The whole class seemed rather upset and fidgety, even Tabby.  Evelyn was teaching at the moment, and she looked extremely strained. 

            Harry slowly opened the door.  Evelyn turned to look at him, and her mouth

dropped open.  The whole class looked shocked.  They stared silently at Harry for a

moment, before Hermione shrieked happily. 

            "Harry!" she yelled.  She jumped up, ran over, and engulfed him in a hug.  "You've been gone for nine days!"

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