((Hmmm… was that too much of a cliff-hanger for ya? Not that I care, I love writing those laughs maniacally Oh, umm looks around and clears throat What shall be in this chapter? Writers block has been with me, but insomnia and the dreaded thoughts of Geometry and English finals, plus Star Wars Episode III and the 6th Harry Potter book (only 62 days left!) have left this fan-fic back in the corners of my mind. So, I apologize in advance for the weirdness and unorganization. Well, I'm feeling hyper right now, so let's have some amusement.

Me: (Bangs head on keybord.) "Ow-stupid-ow-writers-ow-block."

Harry: "Who the heck is Chloe! Hell, even I don't know who she is and I'm in the story. Maybe you could clear that up. Plus, I can't wait to see my dear old Dad…"

Me: glares. "Just because you're the main character…"

Harry: "Sorry! Sorry…"

Darth Vadar: (suddenly appears)"Luke, I am your father."

Harry: "Really?"

Me: "Umm, wrong story Anikan Skywalker!"

Darth Vader: (takes off mask) Oh, well, may the Dark Force be with you?" (goes away)

Harry: Why'd he call me Luke?

Me: Nothing…

Hermione: "What's going on? I'd really like to have a spot in the story too…"

Me: "Nothings going on, just a little character/author confrontation."

Hermione: "Well, solve it!"

Harry and Me: (shake hands.)

Daniel Radcliffe: Am I gonna be in the story?

Me: No! Your supposed to be filming the Goblet of Fire right now!

Dan: Oh… (walks away)

Harry: He looked just like me!

Me: Obviously… Well, onto the story!

Well, that was random, and I noticed that I was being awfully cruel to Harry. Sorry! I'll be much nicer next time! BTW, there are some questions that need to be answered, so I'll answer them at the end. NO MARY-SUE! Oh yeah, thanks to: PadfootObsessed329, Lily Evans Potter Black Lupin, Umi Kanshisha, MissMaeoftheSky , Baka KiusuneBri, Mikey, Calliopeia's Crown, queen-of-monkey magic, Day of Gryffindor, Marauder Queen, andy, amrawo, and PotterScar! Y'all are so nice!))

James appeared suddenly in Dumbledore's office, Dumbledore right beside him. As Dumbledore placed the Portkey on his shelf, he looked around. Everything almost looked exactly as it was- Fawkes was upon his usual perch, gracefully looking about the area. The same gadgets were in their exact spots as James remembered.

The only things different were a few new trinkets here and there, plus a sword that immediately caught James's attention. It was long with a golden handle that sported marble to egg-sized rubies. The blade was slightly bloodstained, by James could just make out the inscription on the blade.

GODRIC GRYFFINDOR

James grinned. "Nice sword Dumbledore," he said wryly, "how'd you come by it?"

"All will be revealed in due time James," he said heavily, sitting behind the desk. "for now, please be seated."

James sat down in a chair opposite Dumbledore, looking straight at the headmaster. He noticed that the elder man was seemingly troubled- like he was running through what exactly to say in his mind.

Something must have come to him, for Dumbledore leaned forward and started the conversation.

So you know where you've been for fifteen years, James?" he asked quietly, blue eyes searching James's.

James leaned back and cleared his throat, running a hand nervously through his untidy black hair.

"I'm not sure…" he responded, "It felt like I just-well- woke up after a long sleep. And found myself in my own grave." He smiled bitterly.

Dumbledore nodded, but made no reply. He was obviously waiting for James to say more.

"And…well- I'm not dead, but my family is." He cut off, the lump in his throat preventing him from saying more. He rested his forehead against his hand as a single tear fell, not wanting Dumbledore to see him so emotional. Sumbledore said nothing, but waited for James to gather himself before going onward.

James glanced up as he heard Dumbledore shift uncomfortably in his chair, fingers folded and a small sigh coming from him. This was the second time he had acted flustered around James; uncharacteristically flustered. What was wrong? James felt like asking this, but refrained as he saw Dumbledore start to speak.

"Well," began Dumbledore, "This is my view of the matter. You did not die, for nothing can re-awaken the dead. Even if there was a way, you couldn't be here right now because you are in the same, solid body- your body never disentigrated over time."

"Also, you weren't asleep, for the lack of air and nutrition would have certainly killed you. I suspect that you were kept in a comatose, suspended animation state- quite like when a creature hibernates. The oxygen level decreases and the heart beats so slow that it almost stops. Plus, your body hasn't aged in fifteen years, so that would define the suspended animation part of your comatose state.

James stared at Dumbledore, the explanation simple enough so he could follow; but the subject was so broad that it almost went over his head. He was amazed that Dumbledore could come up with a rational explanation in such a short time.

But, James reminded himself, after all he's Albus Dumbledore.

"Furthermore," continued Dumbledore, "I think that Voldemort must have made a rare mistake. The incantations for the Killing Curse and the curse that placed you in that state must be simular in pronounciation, for I see no reason whyhe would keep you alive. He most certainly wanted to kill you.

"And my family," added James, a note of pure loathing in his voice. He clenched his fists beneath the desk. "Especially Harry, ever since the prophecy." Tears came to his eyes once more as he mentioned Harry. He missed Lily very much, but James could not stop thinking about his son. If he was correct about the year it was, then Harry would have been almost sixteen.

"Ah yes…" said Dumbledore, "about Harry…"

But James was not fully listening. He was remembering the day that Dumbledore told him the dreaded prophecy and Voldemort's sinister plot.

James sat in Dumbledore's office, the one-year-old Harry in his lap. He smiled and tickled Harry, who giggled. James loved it when his son laughed. Harry reached forward, grabbing James's glasses and removing them. He looked them over intently for a few moments, then promptly threw them to the floor- a game that most one-year-olds enjoyed. They instantly broke, the frames shattering.

"James!" scolded Lily, who reached down and picked them up.

"Arculous Reparo," she said, and the glasses magically repaired. As she handed them back to James, an expression of annoyance in her expression.

"What?" asked James innocently, a smile coming to his lips, "It was Harry's fault." He pointed at his son, who giggled and started squirming out of his lap. James struggled with him for a few moments, but gave up and gently set him down on the floor to walk around. Harry wandered around the office, bright green eyes wide with curiosity at he large amount of unusual objects.

"James," scolded Lily once more, "he could hurt himself."

Just then, Dumbledore entered. Harry looked at him and ran over, a smile of recognition on his face.

"Gran'py!" he said, reaching up.

Dumbledore chuckled, bending over and picked him up. Harry reached forward and tried to get his glasses as well. Dumbledore laughed and handed Harry to Lily before he succeded grabbing his specticals.

"Mommy!" said Harry and Lily took him, placing him in her lap.

"Well," said Dumbledore, eyes twinkling., "I am deeply honored you taught him to call me 'Grandpa'."

James laughed. "It's easier than Professor Dumbledore for him to say."

"Dubblebor!" babbled Harry.

"Lily, James," said Dumbledore, nodding to each of them as he sat behind his desk, "I have called you both here on grave matters I wish I did not need to discuss with you."

James glanced at Lily. Her face fell, a worried expression replacing the amused, motherly one that was on it moments before. The few months had been extremely tense for them and the Order of the Phoenix. Voldemort's power had risen quickly over the past couple of years, his capabilities almost endless. There was now at least one death every day. James looked back at Dumbledore, becoming concerned as well.

"Is Voldemort making new plans?" James asked hurridly. He and the Order had been making plans on intercepting a few of the Death Eaters. He was worried that they would need to change their aims and tactics.

"Yes, but it's not something involved with the order's current issues," Dumbledore added, as if he knew what James was thinking.

"What are they?" cried out Lily breathlessly, "What do they involve?"

Dumbledore sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. He was silent for a few moments before finally speaking.

"Voldemort's plans are circulated around a prophecy."

Dumbledore rose and walked over to one of his cabinets, opening one and bringing forth a bowl. James recognized it as a Pensive. Dumbledore brought it over to his desk, sat it in front of Lily and James, then returned to his seat.

"And the prophecy is about… your son," he said, looking remorsefully at Harry, who was asleep in his mother's arms.

Harry continued to stare at the teenage girl on his floor- who had slipped into unconsciousness once again. Had he heard her right? Or was it her appearance that threw him off. She looked uncanningly like the young version of Lily he had seen in Snape's Pensive a few months ago. But clearly she had said Chloe Evans…

Suddenly, she stirred again, opening those emeralds once more. She blinked, scanning the room. Her eyes rested on Hary. She jumped, startled to see him. Immediately she tried to stand but fell back. Harry waited until she was ready to talk.

"Did you say your last name was Evans?" he asked.

She nodded. "My Dad was your mother's first cousin." It was as if she knew he were about to ask if she was related to him.

"What?" said Harry. He did not hear about a close wizard cousin- for if Chloe's father was Lily's cousin, then that would mean he was Aunt Petunia's cousin as well. And if Lily and this girl's faher were first cousins, then that would mean Harry and Chloe were second…

Harry rubbed his eyes, confused. He had never heard about any close existing relatives before. If they lived near here then Petunia would most certainly have said something about them. But she never did, so why did he all the sudden have a second cousin? Immediately he was becoming suspicious. This could be one of Voldemorts tricks into revealing something.

"I'm sorry," he said, "but how come I've never-"

"Dad's a Muggle," she informed him, "He moved to the US, to Alabama, and there he met Mom, who's a witch."

Harry thought she had a different accent than he did. Now her words confirmed his suspicions.

"Sorry, but I'm just wondering," he asked as she shakily got up and sat down in his desk chair, "How did you manage to come here all the way from the States?"

Immediately, he regretted asking this. Her eyes glazed over with tears.

"You're not the only one whose life's been changed thanks to Voldemort," she said quietly, adding the last part bitterly.

((A/N: Hmmmm… you like? I hope so. Now, here are some clarifications that I need to say.

They can't Apparate into Hogwarts: Yes, I realized this and changed their mode of transportation to a Portekey in this chapter.

You aren't going to turn this into a Mary-sue are you:I'm not familiar with that term in fanfiction (since I joined last month) but I have a sneaking suspicion what you mean. And the answer's NO! I am NOT making Chloe and Harry fall in love. That's just sick. And don't think she'll try anything b/c she's from Alabama. I should know. I'm from Alabama and we don't do gross things like that. That was in the 1800s (update your time!)

There is a Ginny/Harry pairing, (my fav) and a Ron/Hermione pairing. I'm just wondering, who should I pair Chloe with at Hogwarts? (not Draco!)

He couldn't just apparate to Privet Drive: There is a way (I kind;ve made it up, but still, it's logical and it's my fanfic lol) and it will be explained next chapter.

And here's my constant reminder:

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