Title: Time And Time Again
Author name: Moonstarlet
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Category: Humor, History, Romance and far too much Angst
Keywords: Harry, Lily, James
Spoilers: PS/SS, COS, POA, GOF
Rating: Michael Moore Is Planning To Make A Documentary About It

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:
Harry Potter, Hogwarts and all related characters, settings, spells, etc. are the property of JKR, WB, Scholastic, Bloomsbury, etc. I am making no money from this and intend no copyright infringement.

A/N: :holding something behind my back: Guess what I've got!......... A long chapter!!!!! (Well..., longer.)

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First Day of Spring Semester, 1976

Remus was placidly walking through an empty corridor after a productive afternoon spent in the library. His bag and arms were loaded with thick, dusty books. The OWLS were only a few months away.

He was considering whether to start with Myer's Chronicles of Goblin Revolutions 1437-1625 or A Comprehensive History on Goblin Warfare During the Fifteenth and Sixteenth Centuries when an arm shot out from behind a dusty, inconspicuous door and dragged Remus away from his thoughts.

The door closed behind him and Remus rolled his eyes. "You certainly can be melodramatic, can't you, Padfoot?"

Sirius shrugged. "I guess you know what we want to talk to you about?" He motioned to Peter, who looked as though he was trying to melt into the wall.

Sighing, Remus replied, "Henry."

"He's not normal, you know."

Remus rolled his eyes again, "Sirius, I really have got better things to do than share gossip. So if you don't mind..."

"Wormtail, tell him what you heard."

Peter shrunk back into the wall, trying desperately to disappear, but when Sirius made an impatient gesture with his hand, Peter slumped against the wall and began talking. "I heard him say he met YOU-KNOW-WHO. Face to face. That he knows Death Eaters, too."

Peter gulped, paled. "He said that he had someone killed."

Remus sat down. "Where did you hear this?"

"Henry--if that is his real name--talks in his sleep," Sirius answered smoothly. Remus's eyes narrowed.

"Peter, where did you hear this?"

The mousy boy fidgeted, his eyes darting from Sirius to the floor and back. "I-- He--"

"Tell the truth."

Peter whined, a high pitch noise from the back of his throat. He looked at Sirius, who shrugged. "Sirius asked me to follow him."

"To follow him? To spy on him, you mean." Sirius shrugged again, while Peter looked at his feet, his face red. "I imagine, that Henry wasn't talking to himself when he said all this, was he?" Peter shook his head. "So you were eavesdropping on a conversation between Henry and James."

Sirius groaned loudly. "So what? Don't you get it? This kid isn't a good guy. He's friends with Death Eaters, he's killed people and for all we know YOU-KNOW-WHO is his mentor. There's no way this guy and James are related..."

"You don't know that for s--"

"Yes, I do! I've know Prongs my whole life. Bloody hell, he lives with me because he has no relatives! But all of a sudden, some strange guy shows up claiming to be his cousin and nobody thinks it's suspicious. For godsakes, James's Dad was an Auror and everybody knows James is gonna be one. Why am I the only one who sees anything wrong with that Henry?"

"I see something wrong, " Peter put in quietly. Sirius ignored him.

"Can you honestly tell me you don't think that kid's the least bit suspicious?"

"James trusts him."

Sirius smirked. "That's not an answer."

Remus glared at Sirius who continued smirking. Finally, Remus spoke. "I'm not going to sneak around and spy on my friends."

"So what d'you suggest we do?"

Remus shrugged. "It should be obvious. We need to ask James about--"

"Oh, come ON!" shouted Sirius. "He's dodged my questions at every turn. We'll never get a straight answer out of him."

Remus couldn't keep himself from grinning: Sirius had a knack for mixing metaphors. "Well, then, we're at an impasse, because I won't spy on him and you won't ask him directly." He stood up, readjusted his bag and started towards the door. At the doorway he paused and turned back towards Sirius and Peter. "I'll have a chat with James. I won't bring up your names, but I'll inform him of our concerns. And might I suggest you take a trip to the library? The OWLS are only a few months away."

He closed the door behind him.

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Because of the threat of another Death Eater attack, students weren't allowed outside of the castle after dark, and while it wasn't dark yet, it was close. However, James Potter was well known throughout the school for disregarded rules he thought impeded on his lifestyle. How James was chosen as a prefect, Remus would never understand. Admittedly, the choice was correct, James was a wonderful prefect and never shirked his duties, but, nonetheless, Remus wondered if perhaps the headmaster, when he chose the prefects last year, had been drunk.

So, Remus headed to the Quidditch Pitch immediately after dinner. James had been absent throughout most of the meal and Remus assumed that he'd gone to the kitchen and happily bossed around a dozen or so houseelfs into serving him there. But, Remus knew, if ever you needed to find James, the best place to look would be the Quidditch Pitch.

And there he was, Remus saw. Clad in his red and gold Quidditch uniform, James was circling the goal posts at an astonishing pace. Without warning, he pulled out of the spiral and sped towards the center of the field. There, James went into a steep dive, dropping like a stone for a few dozen feet before suddenly shifting position and rising back to normal flying height.

Remus climbed over the wooden fence surrounding the pitch and called out to James. "Oy! James!"

The red and gold figure twitched, visibly startled. He shouted something, but at his height, a breeze snatched the words away. Remus motioned wildly for James to come to the ground and the figure obeyed.

A few feet from the ground, James hopped gracefully off his broom and onto the ground. "What's up?" he asked, closing the space between he and Remus.

Surreptitiously checking the color of James eyes, Remus spoke. "Prongs, it's about Henry."

James face became guarded and he unconsciously crossed his arms and planted his feet. Remus noted this and became worried: What is about Henry that would cause James to distrust his best friends? Sure, Sirius hadn't been the most honest person recently, but, still, they'd know each other for years and this Henry had shown up on a few months ago.

"James, I'd like to know a bit more about Henry. Where does he come from? How is he related to you? Why do you look so much alike? I'm curious."

James sighed, his shoulders slumping. "I know Sirius put you up to this. But, it doesn't really matter, 'cuz I'm not gonna answer your questions." Remus began to talk, but James interrupted him. "I know I've been acting weird the last few months and I'm sorry, but things have been weird for me too." James paused, shook his head then said, "Incredibly weird." James looked at the sky, sighing, then continued, "Henry's not a bad guy, you gotta trust me on that. He's just had some really bad luck. You wouldn't even believe me if I told what I know about him. So, please, Moony, you gotta just trust me. Okay?"

Remus searched James eyes, knowing that he was going to do as James asked, but wanting to know how far he could push. "Will you just answer one question?"

"Maybe. What is it?"

"How is Henry connected to YOU-KNOW-WHO?"

James swore. He'd know his friends far to long to not know where Remus got that bit of information. "What, Sirius has been spying on me?" James paced. "Alright, fine. You tell Padfoot, I'm gonna need his help with Henry. The more Sirius helps, the sooner Henry'll get out of here. Got it?"

Remus nodded.

"Okay. Yeah, Henry's involved with YOU-KNOW-WHO. The Evil One killed his parents, who really are—in a way—related to me. So tell Padfoot that he can stop pulling his hair out about that. Henry is YOU-KNOW-WHO's pet project, I guess you could say: every few months, he tries to kill Henry. Henry's been--well, I wouldn't say lucky, 'cuz that's one thing he's not—he's been resilient." James looked at Remus again, silently daring the werewolf to attempt to probe further. "That's all I'm telling you. Although, you'll eventually understand why I didn't want to say anything."

Remus nodded. "Something big is going on, isn't it?"

James nodded.

"So, the three of us--me, Peter and Sirius—we've all been idiots, right?"

James nodded. "The biggest wankers this side of the pond."

Remus had the decency to look chagrined.

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"So, your name really isn't Henry, is it?"

"No."

"Are you gonna tell us what it is?"

"No."

"So, you've got a big, green, skull-shaped target on your back and we're just supposed to trust you?"

Harry grimaced. "You don't have to trust me."

James shook his head, clapped Harry on the shoulder. "Ignore Paddy, Henry. He just doesn't like to be proven wrong."

"I haven't been proven wrong."

James rolled his eyes, shrugged, mouthed "whatever."

Sirius, not being one to easily admit defeat, glanced at Peter, winked, then, smirking, spoke again. "So. Who'd you murder?"

Henry didn't react the way Sirius had expected.

Henry jumped from his chair so quickly that it fell back into the nearby fireplace and Remus had to pull it out before it caught fire. Just as Sirius was realizing that he'd moved into dangerous territory, a wand was pointed at his nose.

"That's not funny! Don't you dare joke about that!" he shouted, attracting the attention of half the students in the Common Room. "You just shut up about Cedric! Don't you dare laugh! Don't you da--"

James began pulling at Henry's arm, saying "Calm down, Harry. He didn't know."

Henry ripped his arm out of James's grasp, put away the wand, then began rubbing the spot where James had held him. His face was flushed and he wouldn't look anyone in the eye, but when he sat back down, he didn't apologize.

"Well," Sirius said, "that was unexpected." Henry glared at him. "So, who's Cedric?"

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A/N2: Who knows the name of the next Harry Potter book? I do! I do! I'm very excited about that. I've already got theories running through my head about who the title refers to. BTW, JKR's site rocks! Very cool. Now, about this fic... I hate to do this to you guys, you've been so nice to me, but I have to. I'm going to visit my family in Pittsburgh this week, so the next chapter will be late. I'm sorry. Feel free to do what one reviewer suggested and throw flaming rotten tomatoes. Sincerely...., me.