Title:
Time And Time Again
Author name: Moonstarlet
Author
email: sailorcomet18@yahoo.com
Category: History,
Romance, Humor, Science Fiction (*kinda*)
Keywords: Harry,
Lily, James, the best story ever (*yeah, my ego's not big at
all*)
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: The Scooby Gang (Harry, Ron and
Hermione) belong to JKR, WB and Bloomsbury. I don't own anything but
my computer, my HP books and my gi.
A/N: Two things. One: My sincerest apologies to everyone who had patiently waited for chapter 10 to be up. It took a lot longer than I expected. The chapters just keep getting longer and Harry and James don't want to do what I tell them. (Damn celebrities. They're always so hard to work with.) Two: 52 reviews!!!! You like me! You really like me!! Thank you to everyone who reviewed. I LOVE YOU!!!! And someone put me on their favorites list! If you're a girl, I'll tell everybody who ever asks me that (insert name of famous, hunky man here) is madly in love with you, but you won't return his calls. And if you're a guy, I'll tell any one who asks that you have the biggest **** that I've ever seen in my life. I love you all!! (Okay, I'm done spazzing now.) Enjoy.
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1975, Lily
Lily sat in a quiet corner of the Common Room, studying for an upcoming Potions exam. Perhaps you couldn't call it studying, since Lily often read Potions texts and manuals just for fun. Maybe it made her a bit of a nerd, but, honestly, she loved watching a simmering cauldron, smelling the odd and often comforting aromas of potions, salves, and drafts.
Across the room, she could hear Sirius, James, Peter and Remus laughing and chatting loudly about something-or-other. They'd recently begun calling themselves "The Marauders" and as such, pranks and tricks in the castle had increased exponentially. Of course, there was never any evidence that the four had been involved.
Oddly enough, Henry wasn't with them. Recently it seemed as though everywhere the Marauders went, Henry went. Not that Lily resented him or anything, how could she, when he had those beautiful, soulful eyes. She just wished that she didn't forget how to speak when he was around.
Abandoning her studying, Lily leaned back into her chair and thought about Henry.
It was so strange. Every time Lily saw him, she knew exactly what she wanted to say. Where did he come from? How did he get that scar? Why was he sooo damn cute? Could she please, please, please be his girlfriend?
Blushing, Lily silently berated herself. She was starting to act like Catherine and Sandra, her dormmates; giggling, moronic twits who thought about nothing but makeup, snogging and boy's butts.
Although, Henry does have a nice butt.
As if on cue, the painting of the Fat Lady swung open and in walked Henry. He walked past Lily, providing her with a prime view of his derrière.
Leaning as far back into the seat as was physically possible, Lily watched Henry walk towards the Marauders, all the while praying that the light was too dim to show her red face.
"What did she say?" Lily heard James ask as Henry approached.
A sigh. Then, "She said I'm gonna fail unless I get an A on the next exam."
"Didn't you take that class at your old school?" Sirius asked critically.
Another sigh. "Yes, but Sna- uh- the professor hates me. Almost as much as I hate him."
"Did you talk to Dumbledore? He'd definitely give you some leeway, considering the circumstances, " James said in an undertone.
'Considering the circumstances?' Lily thought. What does that mean?
She heard Henry answer, sounding disappointed. "No. He said I still have to 'diligently apply myself to my studies.' No matter what."
James spoke again. "Remus, you can tutor Henry, right?"
"Actually," Remus replied in that wise-beyond-his-years manner that only Remus could achieve, "between the Arithmancy Club, the Wizard's Chess Team, and my monthly 'appointments,' I simply have no time to tutor anyone, no matter how much I 'd like to. Besides, Potions is my worst subject."
Hearing her favorite class mentioned, Lily's ears perked up immediately. "Potions?" she called across the room. "You need help in Potions?"
Eyes wide, Henry nodded.
Lily began to blush. Damn it! Not now! she thought. Not right in front of him! Argh!
"I could tutor you. If you wanted, I mean."
Eyes even wider, Henry nodded again.
He said yes!!!!! He said yes!!! He said YES!!!!
"Great, then. Good. Okay. Umm." Stop stuttering, Lily! You sound like a idiot! "When would you like to... umm... do it?" Oh, that was wonderful.
"How's Friday?" Henry said.
Nodding, Lily replied, "Great. That's great. You can come with me when I tutor Severus."
"Severus?!?!"
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1995, Harry
The entire school had been talking nonstop about the "attack" on the Slytherins. Most people believed Harry had been involved, a few thought the Weasley twins were the perpetrators. There was only one piece of evidence suggesting who the culprit was, but it made sense to no one: For Sevie-poo, December 1975
Dumbledore, of course, knew immediately who was responsible and, as such, James Potter was no longer allowed to leave his rooms on the 9th floor. Harry's Invisibility Cloak had been commandeered, to be returned, Professor Dumbledore said, "when James has grown up." Unfortunately, as Professor Dumbledore didn't know it was missing, James managed to keep hold of the Map, so Harry was quite sure that no one in the castle was safe from a rampaging Marauder. That night, however, Harry had gotten a promise from his father (by way of a good head-lock) that James would not cause any trouble.
"Is the Dog Star in the eastern part of the sky or the west?" Harry asked no one in particular.
"It all depends on the time of the year," Hermione answered. "During spring and summer, the Dog Star is generally located in the north-eastern to south-eastern hemisphere of the sky. During fall and winter, it can be found in the south-western to north western part of the sky. Respectively, of course."
"Riiight. So, that's west."
It was just after midnight and the Gryffindor 5th years were on the tallest tower in the castle for their Astronomy class.
Professor Sinistra was circling the tower, watching over the students' shoulders as they attempted to duplicate the wonders of the night sky on parchment.
Squinting up at the sky, Ron spoke. "So, what's that one right there? The one with the 2 stars on the end and the cloud in the middle? It looks kinda like a turkey."
Harry snorted. "The constellation of turkey? Right next to the constellations of mashed potatoes and cranberry sauce."
Hermione rolled her eyes. "It's the crown of Ariadne. Ariadne was the daughter of King Minos of Crete. She fell in love with the hero Theseus and helped him kill the Minotaur and escape the infamous labyrinth. Unfortunately, Theseus abandoned her. Bacchus, the Roman god of wine, also known as Dionysus to the Greeks, took pity on her, married her and later gave her the very crown we speak of."
Ron and Harry exchanged glances. "What did she say?"
"Arrgggh! You two are impossible! It was all on pages 156 and 157 of our Astronomy book. Don't you two ever read?"
At that moment Professor Sinistra walked by, forcing Hermione to pause in the middle of her rant.
When the teacher passed, Ron took the initiative, asking Hermione a question before she could finish her tirade.
"What's that one called. That one right there. It looks like a Billywig."
Hermione gazed up at the constellation, then began to frown. "You don't want to know."
Harry was intrigued now. "Come on. You can tell us. What is it, 'Mione?"
"Is it naughty?" Ron put in.
Hermione glared at the two boys. "Fine. You asked. I'll tell. That star pattern is called Draco."
There was a moment's pause. Then...
"WHAT?!" the combined sound of two pubescent, cracking male voices filled the Astronomy Tower. Professor Sinistra glared at Ron and Harry, before helping Neville face his telescope in the right direction.
"Draco was the magistrate of Athens in the 600s BC. He was known for his severe code of law. Stealing a cabbage was punishable by death under his rule. Although it's unknown whether Draco of Athens inspired the constellation-"
"Wait," Ron interrupted. "You're telling us that spoiled prat has his own constellation!"
"Well," Hermione continued, "as Malfoy was born well after the naming of the constellation, I think it's safe to say that it doesn't belong him. Per se."
"My head's starting to hurt from all this thinking." Harry said. Hermione rolled her eyes without glancing at him. Ron looked at Harry, then stared.
"H-H-Harry..." Ron gulped. "You... you're blinking."
"Of course he's blinking, Ron." Hermione was making notations in the margins of her parchment. "Blinking is an autonomic reflex. He has no choice but to blink."
Ron was shaking his head, his eyes wide open. "No, 'Mione. His whole body is blinking. In and out."
"What?"
"Look, 'Mione. Look at 'im."
Hermione looked, then gasped. "Harry! You're blinking!"
"Huh?"
Hermione rummaged through her book bag, then pulled out a small, round object. She flipped it open and Harry saw that it was a compact.
"Look, Harry!"
Harry looked at himself, then groaned. "He promised."
His face was fading in and out, like a ghost who couldn't decide whether to be substantial or invisible. Harry waved his hands in front of his face. One moment they were solid and completely opaque, the next moment, Harry could see straight through to his feet, which were blinking in and out of sight as well.
"D'you think it's You-Know-Who?" Ron asked shakily.
"You should go see Professor Dumbledore," Hermione said.
"Or Madame Pomfrey. You might be sick."
"You should definitely tell Sirius." Hermione added.
Harry shook his head. "No, no, no, no. Don't worry. I know exactly what's going on. It's nothing." Hermione and Ron looked unconvinced. "Really. It'll stop any minute."
And as if on cue, Harry's body did one last phase-out, then came back solid as ever. "See. I'm fine."
For the remainder of the class, Ron and Hermione continued to sneak glances at Harry from the corner of their eyes. Meanwhile, Harry was fuming.
He promised he'd stop! What if Ron and Hermione start getting suspicious? I'll have to tell them about Dad! Why can't he grow up? He's supposed to be my father for crying out loud!
This brought Harry to an interesting train of thought. Could one actually scold his father? Especially since the father was the same age as the son. If Harry yelled at his father would that throw the whole universe out of whack?
Arrrgggghhhh!
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A/N: I just saw the commercial for HP and the Chamber of Secrets. I can't wait!! Also, I'll be moving TATA to Fictionalley.com because FF.net is shutting down HP. :( Give me a few days and everything should be set up. Thanx for reading. Please review because I've always depended on the kindness of strangers...
