Title:
Time And Time Again
Author name: Moonstarlet
Author
email: sailorcomet18@yahoo.com
Category: History,
Romance (eventually), Humor
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: HP and all related characters, spells
and locations belong to JKR, Warner Bros and Bloomsbury. Everything
else belongs to the little man who likes to talk to me when I'm all
alone. (hee hee)
A/N: Hi, just a quick warning. There's a bit more swearing in this chap than in others, and that will probably continue in future chaps. My reasoning for this (slight, I think) change is that, 15 year old boys swear. I'm a 19 year old girl, so if I've gotten it wrong, blame it on the fact that I've got one less appendage than the average boy.
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1975, Sirius
"I just don't trust him, that's all," Sirius mumbled to his comrades as they marched down the Charms corridor.
"Well, just don't tell James that. You've seen how he gets around Henry," Remus replied quietly.
Just two days earlier, Sirius had cornered Henry in the Common Room and began bombarding him with questions about his family. Who were they? Where were they? Why did they send him to Hogwarts? How come they never owled him?
Shocked by the sudden blitz attack, Henry stuttered, "Th-they're dead."
Sirius, he himself shocked by the answer, had blinked a time or two, until he felt a hand on his shoulder, pulling him back and swinging him around violently. When Sirius had come to a forceful stop, he found himself facing his best friend, James. Only it was James as Sirius had never seen him before; furious, his face flushed, his eyes intense and fierce. He had been clenching his teeth and Sirius would swear that he had heard James growling.
"What the bloody hell is wrong with you?"
Sirius would never admit it if anyone had asked him, but at that moment he had been slightly afraid of James. "I... I was just curious. I didn't know."
Then, Sirius had felt another hand on his shoulder. He turned to the left. It was Henry.
"It's okay. He really didn't mean anything."
James then glanced briefly at Henry, before turning back to Sirius. "Leave him alone."
James hadn't spoken to Sirius since then. But he had been a lot more buddy-buddy with his cousin.
"Come on! Moony don't tell me that you don't think something's a little off about that guy," Sirius said, leaning against a wall opposite the Charms classroom.
Remus conceded the point. "He is a little strange. He's very secretive about his past. And I've never known cousins to look so physically similar. And where'd that weird scar come from anyway?"
Peter's head bobbed up and down excitedly. "He's creepy. I don't trust him either, Sirius! I bet... I bet... I bet he's a Death Eater..., and... and he was sent here to... to... to kidnap James!"
Sirius shook his head, "Wormtail, why the hell would Voldemort want to kidnap James?"
Peter thought about this for a while. A few moments later, you could almost see the light bulb blinking on above his head. "Because..., maybe.... maybe You-Know-Who... can't play Quidditch... and... and he wants... he wants a tutor!"
"That's it, " Sirius said stoically, "You-Know-Who wants a Quidditch coach."
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1995, Harry
Professor Dumbledore had given James a set of rooms on the 9th floor, in a very remote part of the castle. Harry had been given explicit orders not to tell anyone that James was alive, in particular, Ron, Hermione, Sirius and Lupin. He hated lying to his friends, but part of him didn't want to share the altogether-too-new experience of having a father with anyone, not even his best friends. So, Harry lied to his friends, feeling more guilty each time, but, somehow, when he saw his father he forgot about what had been bothering him so much.
Everyday, Harry visited his father, before breakfast, during morning break, at lunch, after his classes were over, during dinner. He'd snuck down to see James after curfew, but when his father had seen (or not seen) the Invisibility Cloak, he'd immediately wanted to explore the castle.
The first few nights were fairly quiet. Harry and his father spent their midnight hours kicking Mrs. Norris, pretending to be the Bloody Baron and chasing Peeves down the corridors, raiding the kitchens and, on one rather eventful night, they threw Chocolate Frogs off the Astronomy Tower roof, wanting to see if they would bounce back.
But then, the night before, Harry had mentioned that he knew where the Slytherin Common Room was. That turned out to be the worse idea he'd ever had. (A/N: and Harry has had some bad ideas, admit it)
James immediately concocted a plan to torture not only the Slytherins, but their Head of House as well. Sneaking into the 7th year Gryffindor boys dormitory, James filched all of Fred and George's supply of Dungbombs, Filibuster's Wet-Start-No-Heat Fireworks, Stink Pellets and various Weasley Wizard Wheezes tricks.
Against his better judgment, Harry followed his father to the dungeons, then lead the way to an unremarkable stretch of wall. Pausing, Harry started to scratch his head, but quickly remembered that his arms were loaded with tricks and jokes.
"I don't know the password," he'd said.
James grinned. He set the items in his arms on the damp floor, rummaged through his pockets, then pulled out the map.
"Where'd you get that?" Harry had asked loudly before he could stop himself.
"Shhh! Professor Dumbledore asked me to his office, he left to get a copy of my academic files and while he was gone I grabbed the map from a filing cabinet."
"You stole it?"
"No way!" James looked shocked at the accusation. "It was mine. I just took it back without his knowing."
He touched the tip of his wand to the map, whispered, "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good."
Lines appeared on the paper, forming a map of Hogwarts. Glancing at it, Harry saw himself and his father standing outside the Slytherin Common Room.
"Revelatio Password!" James whispered. Immediately, next to the small dots labeled "Harry Potter" and "James Potter" a small bubble formed surrounding the words "Impurity is Immorality."
James gritted his teeth. "Ruddy racist bastards. They'll get what they deserve."
The next morning, at breakfast, Harry was falling asleep in his eggs, Ron and Hermione were arguing about something-or-other, Dean and Seamus were taking bets on the upcoming Quidditch match, Lavender and Parvati were gossiping and Neville was trying to find someone to let him copy their Potions notes. In other words, it was an average morning at the Gryffindor table.
Until, that is, a loud explosion shook the castle.
Students all around the Great Hall began screaming in fright, shouting things like "It's him! You-Know-Who! He's gonna kill us all!"
Hermione, Ron and all of the Gryffindors looked to Harry, expecting him to, somehow, know what to do.
Harry, in response, yawned loudly.
"Harry! Harry!" Hermione shouted above the clamor of shrieking students. "Wake up! It's You-Know-Who!"
Harry grumbled into his eggs. "No, it's not."
"How do you know?" Ron asked shakily. "Of course it's him!"
Harry lifted his head from the plate, looked at Ron, then asked, "What time is it?"
Completely flabbergasted, Ron answered, "8:34"
Harry laid his head back into his eggs, then lifted his right hand. Spreading out his fingers, he slowly counted down. 5... 4... 3... 2... 1...
The doors of the Great Hall burst open and in walked Professor Snape, followed closely by Draco Malfoy and his lackeys, Crabbe and Goyle. Behind them, the rest of the Slytherins filed into the room.
The room was perfectly silent for a long moment, as the students tried to understand what they were seeing, then, simultaneously, everyone burst into laughter.
Most of the Slytherins were covered head to toe in dung. Their hair had been dyed red and gold. On the Slytherin's robes were phrases like, "Good Luck Gryffindor!" "We Love The Lions!" or "Red And Gold Forever!"
Draco Malfoy's head was entirely gold and he had tiny wings that fluttered incessantly at the side of his head, where his ears should have been. His robes said, "I Love Harry Potter!"
Ron, Hermione and the rest of the Gryffindors looked at Fred and George, expecting them to be the parties responsible for the sight at the head of the Great Hall. Fred and George, however, looked as shocked and delighted as everyone else. Both of their mouths were hanging wide open.
"Oh," George started.
"My," Fred said.
"GOD!" they finished together.
Professor Snape cast an arctic glare around the room, immediately silencing the laughter. He calmly walked to the staff table, dung trailing on the floor behind him, stood in front of the headmaster, then spoke, "When my House awoke this morning, we found the bathrooms had been painted red and gold. The showers sprayed a strange yellowish fluid that has turned every hair on our bodies red or gold. And I do mean every hair, Professor. The mirrors shouted insults at every student and made belittling comments about... my manhood."
Hearing this, Neville and other students whom Snape had particularly tortured in class began to snicker. Snape directed another icy cold glare at the Great Hall. Neville gulped once, then slid under the table.
Snape continued. "The toilets sang numerous limericks and rhymes about the lack of proportion of the size of our heads to the size of our... other heads." More snickering. A number of Slytherin boys blushed.
"Every robe in every closet had a rude or demeaning phrase inscribed on it. The ones you see us wearing now were the least offensive. Mr. Malfoy's sexuality was questioned on at least five sets of robes." More snickers, a little louder this time.
"When we made our way to the Common Room, the ceiling exploded and rained animal feces on us. The showers, of course, would no longer work and we could not clean ourselves." Finished with his report, Snape stood stock-still, watching the headmaster patiently.
Professor Dumbledore stood up from his seat, and looked down at the poor, suffering students that stood in front of him, their eyes wide as they waited for the headmaster to make amends for their mental and (in the case of Draco Malfoy) physical injuries. The room was deathly silent.
His lip twitched.
He swallowed once, and his lip twitched again.
He cleared his throat, covering his mouth momentarily. A small snort escaped his mouth.
Once more, Professor Dumbledore cleared his throat, then spoke. "Would anyone care to claim responsibility for this act?"
Silence. And then...
A loud snore.
All eyes turned to Harry, who was sleeping peacefully in his plate of eggs, completely oblivious to what was going on around him.
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A/N2: I'm proud to be an American. God bless the USA. God bless the police, the fire departments and everyone around the world who sacrifices their lives to keep others safe. Thank you. (I'm gonna go cry now.)
