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Summary: Someone is messing with the timeline, why are they doing it and what has it got to do with Harry's parents?

Authors note: This authors note won't be very long I'd just like to say thank you to all those people who reviewed my last chapter, I hope you enjoy this new chapter and please remember to leave a review once you've read it.

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"Remi? Remi? Where are you?" James shouted as he entered Gryfindor Tower.

James knew he needed to talk to someone about the way he was feeling about Evans, he needed someone to help him sort out how he was feeling towards and why he thought she was pretty. He had accepted this fact now after much arguing with himself but that was all it was a simple fact it changed nothing he still hated her. Doubt had crept into James' mind about this fact though he was wondering whether you could think someone was pretty and still hate them, he needed Remus' advice on this and he knew it. He knew that if he spoke to Remus it would cause fewer problems than if he spoke about it to Sirius, Sirius would just laugh at him and say he told him so. He knew Remus wouldn't do this though he'd discuss it rationally and definitely wouldn't laugh at him. Where is he, James wondered as he wandered around Gryfindor Tower shouting his name? This isn't like Remus, he thought, he is usually around when you need him it's like he has a sixth sense about these things.

"REMUS" James roared as loud as he could.

He was starting to get frustrated now he needed to talk to someone about Evans and the one person he knew he could wasn't around anywhere, where was he?

"Potter what the hell do you think you're doing roaring like that at the top of your voice?" A voice asked behind him anger laced throughout the words.

James groaned as he realised who the voice belonged to, not now, he thought, not her please. James turned around slowly as he took in the red hair through the corner of his eye his heart sank it was her, the one who was causing him all these problems and she didn't even realise it. He didn't need this now, he needed to talk to Remus, he needed to get his head sorted before he talked to her, he needed to figure out why he thought she was pretty, he didn't need to talk to her now.

"What's up Potter lost your little friend?" Lily said sarcastically.

James felt his temper start to simmer as she spoke, his confusion was after all her fault. She was the one with the red hair that screamed to have his hands run through it, she was the one who had those cute freckles across her nose, she was the one that was pretty. He had to vent his frustration about her new found prettiness on someone and since she was the only one here it was going to be her, it was her fault he felt like this anyway he told himself.

"What's it to you Evans?" James snapped at her.

"Nothing Potter just maybe you should accept the fact that no one likes you and get over it," Lily snapped back at him.

"No I think you've got that wrong Evans that's you, no one can stand that know-it-all attitude of yours!" James fired back his temper well and truly up now he was raring for a good fight and who better than the person who had caused all his problems in the first place.

"It's better than being a big headed, arrogant, prat!" Lily fired back.

She was also in the mood for an argument, but if she was honest with herself every time she came face to face with Potter since they'd met she'd wanted to argue with him. This confused her why she wanted to argue with him every time she saw him she couldn't understand, why couldn't she just ignore him like normal people did when they hated each other, like her sister Petunia did she thought with a pang of pain.

"Why do we always argue?" Lily covered her mouth in shock as the thoughts she'd been thinking escaped through her lips.

What did I just say, she thought, why did I say that? She looked at Potter's face then and what she saw there surprised her, panic. Why does he look panicked, she wondered, he shouldn't look panicked? Why did I say that? Lily felt her face burning as she looked up at him, what will he think of me, she wondered? Wait a minute, she thought, why do I care what he thinks of me? I don't care what he thinks of me, she told herself as she turned and walked away from him, I don't care.

James watched Evans' retreating back as she walked away from him; shock was pulsating through his body. She'd asked him why they were always arguing that had to mean something didn't it, he was shocked to realise that he wanted it to mean something to her. He shook his head violently to try to get rid of this thought, I really need to talk to Remus he thought as he stood still watching her retreating back turn a corner and disappear from sight.