Title: Time And Time Again
Author name: Moonstarlet
Author email: sailorcomet18@yahoo.com
Category: Humor, History, Romance
Keywords: Harry, Lily, James
Spoilers: PS/SS, COS, POA, GOF
Rating: Received 11 Academy Awards

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:
:Sigh: I do not own Harry Potter or anything remotely related to Harry Potter. It's all owned by JKR, WB, Bloomsbury, Scholastic, etc. I'm making no money from this story. :sigh:

A/N: Here comes angry!Harry. I had fun writing this, if you can believe it. I don't know why, maybe I just enjoy tearing up people's lives. Oh, well. Enjoy.

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Winter, 1995

The long awaited match against Ravenclaw was about to begin and Harry was feeling nervous.

Not only had he made a ridiculous bet with Dean and Seamus that he could catch the Snitch in less than two minutes, but his father was going to be watching the game, too. Harry was quite sure that he was going to humiliate himself miserably today.

"Welcome, Quidditch fans, to the Gryffindor-Ravenclaw match!" Lee Jordan was commentating and Harry stopped to wonder who would take over for Lee when he graduated at the end of the year.

"Ready, Harry?" George called as he mounted his broom.

Harry swallowed the bile that was rising in his throat, forced a smile and waved. "Ready!"

Madam Hooch marched onto the pitch, dropped the crate carrying the balls onto the field then mounted her broom.

"Players! On my whistle!" she shouted, hovering a few feet above the ground.

Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! The whistle sounded, the players rose above the pitch, Madam Hooch kicked open the crate and the balls flew into the air.

Harry had decided before the match that if he wanted to catch the Snitch in two minutes he couldn't take his usual position high above the ground circling the pitch; he'd have to tail the tiny golden ball as soon as it left the box.

He swerved left, then right. Wind was rushing in his ears and the stands were nothing but a multi-colored blur.

He ducked under a Ravenclaw Chaser, avoided a Bludger, whipped around two of the Gryfindor goal posts, then heard the crowd roar.

"And Gryffindor makes the first goal of the game! The score is now 10-0, Griffindor!"

"No time to cheer," Harry said to himself. "I've got something to prove." And why was it so important that he catch the snitch in less than two minutes (a nearly impossible feat, for someone who'd only been flying for five years)? Yes, he wanted to impress his father. James had his own Quidditch award in the Trophy Room; how was Harry supposed to live up to that? But, he wanted to. He wanted to try, at least. He wanted to be seen as something more than "Famous Harry Potter, The-Boy-Who-Lived." He wanted to say to the world, "Yeah, I may be famous for something I had no control over, but, famous or not, I'm a damn good Seeker."

One minute, fifteen seconds left. There was a glittering speck towards the middle of the field near a mass of Catchers and Beaters. The speck could have been light reflecting off George Weasley's watch, but Harry wasn't going to take that chance.

He urged the broom toward the hovering group, flying slightly above them. The glittering speck was, indeed, the Snitch. Luckily, the collection of bodies hid it from Cho Chang's view. Anyway, she was looking in the opposite direction.

55 seconds left. He pointed the Firebolt down, and stretched out his free hand. The Snitch hovered in the air, barely swaying in the breeze. The mass of players moved out of the way. His hand was barely inches from the ball. He was gonna make it!

Harry could feel the Snitch's wings fluttering against his palm, when he saw his hand go transparent. The Snitch chose that moment to speed upward, away from his reach.

"NO!" Damn it! He would not let this happen now. I will not let my father's stupid, childish nature ruin this for me!

Harry willed himself to become solid. He wanted to catch that Snitch more than he'd wanted anything in his life and he would not let James mess this up!

40 seconds to spare. He scanned the field with narrowed eyes, cursing James under his breath.

There it was! Circling the Ravenclaw goal posts. Cho spotted it at the same time as Harry and was speeding toward it. But Harry had a Firebolt.

The Snitch was still circling the posts when Harry got there. He was forced to follow it in a dizzying, downward spiral. Cho was waiting farther down the posts, she hoped to catch it when it reached her height.

15 seconds. Harry reached out his hand once more, straining for the ball with all his might. Five inches. (9 seconds.) Two inches. (5 seconds.) Half an inch. (3 seconds.)

When Harry was barely 3 feet from Cho, the Snitch's wings fluttered against his palm. He concentrated on staying solid all the while waving his fist madly in the air.

"One second left! One second left! I had one second left!" A grin spread across Harry's face, he couldn't help it. He felt great! He felt wonderful!

Slowly, the crowd began to realize that the game was over. There were rumblings as the news spread, then cheers from the Gryffindors (a few of them shouting Harry's name over and over). The Gryffindor team rushed to where Harry was hovering, smothering him with hugs, pats on the back and good-natured shaking. As a group they floated to the ground and then Harry was hoisted onto Fred and George's shoulders while the entire school flooded the field.

Looking over the mass of bodies toward the stands, Harry saw his father's head emerge from between to seats, waving his hands and grinning from ear to ear. Harry pushed aside the flash of anger he felt toward James (he nearly cost me the game!) and waved happily back. He could be angry later, right now he just wanted to bask in his well-deserved glory.

One second left!

Seamus owes me a whole lot of money!

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Later...

"You can't seriously be blaming me for that!"

"Who else would do something so immature? Why can't you just act like a grown-up?"

"Because I'm NOT, you stupid git! And I didn't do anything to you during the game. I've never played any jokes on you."

"Right. Says you."

"Damn right, says me! Damn it! I'm your father and if I say I didn't do anything then you better believe me!"

"Some father you are! You get me in trouble with Dumbledore because of that stupid joke you just had to play on Snape. Then you make Ron and Hermione suspicious. Then you nearly make me lose the game!"

"Look! I don't know what you're talking about! I didn't do anything to your friends and I already told you I didn't do anything to you!"

"Why can't you just admit it? I know it was you, I know-"

James lunged at Harry and grabbed his son around the neck, putting him in a choke-hold. "Listen to me, you little, bull-headed bugger. I..didn't...do...anything...to...you. I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING TO YOU! Whatever happened to you during the game was not my fault!"

"I don't believe you, " Harry gasped.

James gave Harry a kick in the hindquarters, then let go. Harry staggered away. "That's not my bloody problem. You don't want to believe me? Fine. I don't care. I'm sick of you blaming me for everything that's wrong with your life. I'm too young to be a father. Hell, I don't even want to be a father. I've got a bratty kid and I didn't even get to have sex. Well, bugger this! I didn't ask for it! You go find somebody else to listen to your whining, cause I'm sick of it!"

Harry rubbed his neck. "I don't whine. And maybe I didn't want you for a father, either."

"Fine! I don't want to be your dad and you don't want to be my son. So good. Fine!"

James turned his back on Harry, walked to the window, opened it, then stuck his head out. "From this moment on, I no longer have a son!" he shouted to the world.

"Go to hell." Harry grabbed his broom and headed for the door. Half way there he stopped, "And you know what? It is your fault."

Sighing, James asked, "What is?"

"My life. You were an Auror, Sirius told me. So it's your fault Voldemort came after us. It's your fault he tried to kill me, it's your fault he killed you, it's your fault Sirius spent 13 years in jail and it's your fault Mom died."

"You little bastard!"

Harry nodded. "Rather be a bastard than your son. Because of you I spend my summers with people who'd likely kill me if they weren't so afraid of Sirius. It's your fault everywhere I go people point and whisper behind my back. It's your fault everyone expects me to be some kind of super hero and save the world. It's your fault I had to watch someone die. It's your fault Voldemort wants me dead.

"You didn't ask for this? Well, neither did I. At least you know both your parents. At least, you know they love you. I never got that. I finally get to meet my dad and he turns out to be you."

James was silent.

Harry turned away, walked out the door and shut it firmly behind him.

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A/N2: You're still here? Wow! Great! Oh. You expect me to say stuff. Something witty, right? Well, I'm not you're pet dog! You can't expect me to do a trick every time you wave a bone at me! Who do you think you are! You wanna see tricks? Go to the circus! :grumbling: damn needy, greedy people. I give and give and give and they always want more... jk! The next chapter should be out in a couple weeks. Big tings a gwan on. James and Harry haven't seen the last of the hard times. There's a little bit of romance at the end of the next chapter. (A very little bit...) Oh, and for everybody who's confused as to how James and Harry can be in two times at once... your explanation is coming soon. Sincerely..., me.