Sorry its been a while since i updated, ive been swamped with my coursework. My biology teacher thought it would be fun to lose it. I had to rewrite a 10 page essay on osmosis! Not fun! The next chapter is almost finished, i should be updating again in a few days.

Chapter 4

Sunlight streamed through the open curtain of the study at Potter manor. It was 3 o clock in the afternoon, and Harry Potter began to stir. He rolled over in the makeshift bed, groaning, when everything that had happened that morning came flooding back to him. He jumped out of bed, grabbed his shirt from the table, and began buttoning it up, ignoring the protest from his muscles, and the angry looking cut across his torso.

As he started moving towards the door, Dumbledore entered, followed by the man with black hair, along with Poppy Pomfrey. She instantly began telling him off for being out of bed, "some things never change" he muttered to himself.

"Albus, I know you want to know what's going on, and I promise I will tell you everything you want, within reason of course, but first I want to see my children. Are they okay?" he said before Dumbledore could open his mouth.

Dumbledore smiled, and replied, "Of course. They are fine. They are in the kitchen as we speak, making some cookies with the house elves. I'm afraid they gave the poor creatures quite a fright when they went charging in there." He said jovially, with a twinkle in his blue eyes. "However, I suppose you won't take my word for it" he guessed.

"Sorry, but yes, I would rather see for my own eyes." Came Harry's response. He got back up and walked towards the door, and, followed by the two men, he walked through Potter Manor and entered the kitchen to see Rachel and Lucy covered in flour, with Orion and Steven having a wooden spoon fight. James was sitting on a stool, with Daniel on his lap, who was fast asleep, the action of the morning taking its toll on him.

"Oh, thank god!" Harry gushed.

The family looked up at him, and let out relieved grins

"Dad!" came the unanimous reply

"You're okay. Thank god, we weren't sure what had happened to you." Started James, "I didn't know what to do, but that guy, Dumbledore, he seemed alright, and he was exactly like you always described him, so I trusted him, and we sat and waited to find out what was happening, but Daniel got hungry, so we came down here, and I gave him a bottle, and then Rachel wanted cookies, and it just got a bit hectic after that." He rushed, sounding increasingly worried as he went on. "You're not disappointed are you?" he questioned

"Why would I be disappointed?" asked Harry.

"Y'know, that we trusted them. You always said to be very careful around strangers and not let our guard down"

"I also said trust your instincts" replied Harry. "As long as you're all okay, I don't care if you dance around naked, singing about how much you love slytherins and hate quidditch" he joked. He picked up Rachel and gave her a hug, then proceed to give each of them a hug and kiss on the forehead. "I love you"

"Love you too dad" said Orion, "Now, when do I get to fight like that" he asked with gusto.

"When you stop pranking everything that breathes" he replied smiling. "You did amazing James, I'm so proud of you. Guess you're more like your old man than you thought huh?" he said, ruffling James' hair.

"God, I know. Next thing you know I'm going to be complaining about music being too loud, and how useless quidditch players have become" he chuckled.

Harry slapped him upside the head "git!"

The sound of someone clearing their throat came from the doorway, where Dumbledore and Richard Potter stood, watching the family reunion.

"I'll be back in an hour or so, I've just got to go sort some things out. Stay here, and be good" said Harry. He gave them each another hug and left the room. They walked back to the study, where Pomfrey demanded Harry sit back down so she could examine the cut on his chest.

"I guess you want to know what's going on?" started Harry.

"You are Harry Potter, from some point in the future, presumably not too far, as you know me, those are your six children, and you have no idea how you got here. That about sums it up. Am I right?" he said to the stunned face of Harry.

"I forgot how intuitive you were" said Harry still staring at Dumbledore with half admiring, half sad eyes.

Pomfrey shoved a potion under Harry's nose and said "what on earth do you think you were doing, running around like that. Look at this injury, you could have bled to death!" she scolded.

"Actually, judging from the size and depth, it would take roughly 5 hours of constant bleeding for me to even lose consciousness, but by then it would have clotted" he stated matter of factly.

At her shocked face he shrugged, "I have a lot of experience"

She nodded, and said she would return later to check the dressing, then she left.

Harry turned to face Dumbledore and the other man, and said, "Guess its explanation time?"

"So let me get his straight. You expect us to believe that you are my grandson, and that you defeated You-know-who when you were just 1?" said Richard Potter incredulously. Harry had just spent the last hour telling Dumbledore and Richard about himself, omitting certain details, such as his mother's name, when he was born and the fidelus charm.

"No," replied Harry, "Voldemort's body was destroyed when I was 1; he wasn't defeated properly till I was 17. Look, I don't expect you to believe me. All I need is access to some texts to help us get home. Gin will be beside herself when she finds us gone."

"Excuse me?" said Dumbledore.

"My wife. Surely you didn't think I'd have this many children and not be married, happily, I might add, for 17 years now."

"Come on Albus, do you really believe this crap. I mean, even if the time travel idea was plausible, what makes you think we can trust him? He reckons he killed you-know-who for crying out loud!" said Richard.

Harry rolled his eyes and then Dumbledore interrupted to calm him down,

"Richard, I think maybe we should believe him. You said for yourself while he was still unconscious that he didn't seem evil". At Richards's sceptical face he continued, "Yes, well, I think that there is some truth in his story. It fits, and if what he says is true, then at least we know that Voldemort can be stopped."

"Listen, sir, Mr Potter. I don't know you, you don't know me. I think it's safe to say that neither of us wants me to be here. Now the sooner we can find a way back to my time, the sooner we can be on our merry way"

With that, Harry stood and walked towards the door. At the doorway he paused and turned to look at Richard in the eye, "Y' know, you're nothing like I thought you would be. I always imagined my grandfather being like another Dumbledore. Guess I can clear up that misunderstanding now."

He turned and left the room, leaving an open mouthed Potter senior.

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