Title: No idea, yet. I'm thinking...
Author name: Moonstarlet
Author email: sailorcomet18@yahoo.com
Category: Humor, History, Romance
Keywords: Harry, Lily, James
Spoilers: PS/SS, COS, POA, GOF
Rating: 5 stars... I mean... PG

Summary: Voldemort plans to go back in time to kill James and Lily before Harry is ever born. Can Harry save his mom and dad? What happens when the mom *likes* the son? Plus, the Marauders at 15...oh lordy!
Disclaimer:
I own nothing. JKR owns everything.

A/N:I think this chapter is pretty good, considering half of it was written in 30 minutes *very* early this morning. I hope you enjoy.

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1975, Harry

The Marauders, plus two (Harry and Lily), were suffering in the Potions' dungeon. They weren't really suffering, but it was the day before Christmas break, so any work they had to do was thought of as torture.

Professor Philter, a very pretty young woman with the sweetest smile, was reviewing anodynes. The class had to make a headache cure within the hour long period.

Harry, for whom potions had never been an enjoyable class, was failing miserably. Even Peter, Harry was upset to notice, was making better time and fewer mistakes with his concoction. Of course, Peter had Lily, the Gryffindor potions expert, as a partner, while Harry had Sirius, who insisted on spending his time questioning 'Henry' about his past.

"So, Henry, you're James' cousin, right?"

Harry nodded, dicing the Cinquefoil carefully.

"So, Henry, how come I've never met you before?"

Harry shrugged, pouring the chopped petals into the shared cauldron. Sirius went on.

"I mean, I've lived down the street from James all my life. And I've never, ever, heard him mention you."

Sighing, Harry answered, "I'm his long-lost cousin."

But nothing could stop Sirius, he pulled out his trump card, "James' Dad was an only child."

Harry's hands stopped in midair, the knife poised inches above the mandrake root. Finally, he began moving again. "That's why I'm his long-lost cousin."

Unfortunately, or fortunately, depending on whose side you're on, the potion in front of Harry and Sirius chose that moment to start hissing and bubbling. Sparks flew out of the cauldron and burned straight through the table where they landed. Harry quickly jumped out of the way before he was burned, but felt his elbow land in something soft.

"Ow!" Harry turned around, saw Lily's grimacing face and started.

"Sorry." *I'm such a moron! I hit my own mother!*

Lily, however, didn't seem to mind the pain once she realized who had caused it. She began smiling, then immediately blushed. "It's okay, Henry."

Professor Philter chose that moment to come up behind Harry. Looking worriedly down at Harry and Sirius, she asked, "Did you hurt yourselves, boys?"

Sirius and Harry shook their heads, "No, ma'am."

"Are you sure?" Her head moved back and forth between the two teenagers. "Well, maybe the two of you had better put your things away. After all the excitement, I'm sure you must be a little shaken up."

Harry's jaw dropped. She wanted them to stop working? Professor Snape would have had a conniption fit if he'd been here.

But, apparently, this was something Sirius was more accustomed to, because he immediately assumed an expression of deep suffering and intense pain. "I think you're right, Professor. I don't know if I can handle anymore today. God, we could have died!"

Professor Philter placed a hand at her heart and another on Sirius' shoulder. "Do you want to go to the Medical Wing, Mr. Black? Perhaps you should go back to your dormitory, a nap might make you feel better."

Bravely, Sirius shook his head, and took a deep breath. Standing up straight and pushing back his shoulders, he gave the appearance of a mortally wounded soldier refusing medical aid in order to go back out to the battlefield. "No, ma'am. I'll be alright."

With tears in her eyes, Professor Philter nodded and slowly walked off, mumbling to herself about "inspirational students."

James and Remus had tears in their eyes as well. And while they may have been inspired, the fact that they were doubled over with silent laughter, would make one think that it was for a different reason.

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1995, Harry

Harry, Ron and Hermione had commandeered a pair of tables at the very back of the potions dungeon, as far from Professor Snape as possible. Across the classroom, Draco Malfoy was flicking toad eyes at Harry and Ron who were doing their best to ignore him.

"So what did Dumbledore want with you?" Hermione asked. An eye flew over her head and hit Ron in the ear.

Thinking quickly, Harry replied, "Oh, he just wanted to see how I was doing after the end of last term." Another eye sailed across the room and hit Harry in the neck, before sliding inside his collar and down his robes

"Are you?" Hermione asked, for what might have been the hundredth time.

"Yes," Harry sighed, "I'm alright. And you?"

"Very funny."

"I thought it was."

"Just chop the damn Nightshade leaves, Harry."

Another eye hit Harry in the shoulder.

Dean Thomas glanced at Professor Snape to make sure he wasn't watching, then swiveled around on his chair to face Harry and Ron.

"Quidditch match on Saturday," he said, leaning over the table. "Gryffindor vs. Ravenclaw."

Seamus turned around as well. "Ravenclaw's got two new players, this year. A Chaser and a Beater. I heard the Chaser's unstoppable."

Ron nodded while skinning Shrivelfigs. "Philip Anthony. Fourth year. 9 assists at the Hufflepuff game. Scored 8 times by himself."

Dean grinned, "Worried?"

Ron grinned back, "Not at all."

"So, Ron, if you were a bettin' man. What odds would you put on the game? For a Gryffindor win, of course." Seamus pulled a small notepad out of his back pocket.

Harry answered instead. "What's the betting term for 'Ravenclaw doesn't have a snowballs chance in hell against us?'"

"Well, I'm putting my money on Gryffindor."

Hermione tutted Dean under her breath.

Dean ignored her, as did the rest of the boys. "So, Seamus what are the odds that our resident celebrity will catch the Snitch in five minutes or less?"

Seamus did some quick calculating in his head, scribbled a few numbers on the notepad, then said, "50/50."

"What?!" Ron looked shocked, "50/50? Come on Seamus, you can do better than that. Harry, tell me you're insulted by this moron."

"So?" Dean asked. "You think you can do better that 50/50 odds, Harry?"

Harry looked at his friends, and calmly replied, "Two minutes."

"Whoa!" was all they could say.


A/N2: I like Smug!Harry. He's cute. Thanx for reading, now please press the little gray button at the bottom of the screen. Special thanx to Hing Cheung Hung for reminding me. Love you all. Sincerely..., me