A/N: Don't kill me. I had the flu for a week. And school… which I should think should be a good enough excuse, I mean – it's the definition of evil, and when dealing with evil, you just don't have time to write!
OF BROOM CLOSETS AND TIME TRAVEL

Lily and James came apart and looked around. 'Where the hell are those brooms?' They both thought. They sighed and walked out. It was pretty much the same, except the old tapestry that used to hang outside was gone.

Venturing out, the two seventeen year olds began heading back to the Gryffindor Common room. They both had a crazy pile of potions, charms, and transfiguration that they had yet to complete, and tomorrow they happened to have all three.

However, James was a little bit freaked as the walk back became increasingly odd. They saw Filch who seemed to age at least twenty years stalking around school, murmuring to a cat that seemed to be called Mrs. Norris.

It was the last straw when a rather gangly redhead and frizzy brown haired girl came rushing up to them.

"Oy, Harry James Potter – Ginerva Weasley – might we ask why you two felt the need to lock us in a broom closet for 5 hours!"

Lily gave James a questioning look and replied

"Well…erm… you two needed some alone time to get together?"

(she was guessing of course, and had no idea how right she was). The other Gryffindors whose names were still unknown to the time travelers put Jelly Legs on the two of them and walked away holding hands and whispering.

James, turning to his gorgeous girlfriend inquired,

"Do you have a feeling something is wrong here?"

She two was stunned at being called Ginerva Weasley for two reasons. One is that she only knew one Weasley who was Arthur Weasley, who was all together nice, but a bit off his rocker about muggles, and also, that Ginerva is the most horrible name a parent could come up with, and felt sad for the girl who had been daubed it.

Quickly, Lily said the counter-jinx and the two headed off to the only place they could think of – the Room of Requirements. They watched as another door sprang up next to a pink lace curtain that was already there (neither wanted very much to know what was going on in THAT room!) and preceded to open their own rather heavy oak one that was far more handsome than the other door which, unfortunately, was not sound proof.

Inside was different than either imagined it would be. Lily had been thinking books. Lots of books. With information about alternate worlds, port keys, time travel, Hogwarts. Just… books. James – well, James had really been thinking of how it would be convenient for him if it just happened to be a very tight space… but this was a small humble room, with plain walls and a marble floor. In the middle was a very squishy couch and what seemed to be a photo album.

Together, very carefully, they opened it. A note fell out from inside written in an untidy scribble that make them both think of that young gamekeeper, Hagrid, for some reason. James read it out loud.

To Harry James Potter, Third Bed in the Hospital Wing, Hogwarts:

Harry,

I am so sorry about this whole ordeal. If it wasn't for me an my big mouth about Fluffy, ye would have never had to save the Sorcerer's Stone. Although Professor Dumbledore tells me you did a nice clean job of it (although it is rather sad that Quirrell was really out to get ye, but he always seemed a bit funny te me). I know your parents would have been proud to see you. Ye did a great thing Harry, a great thing. Lily an James would've been proud – you are a true Potter.

Hagrid

P.S. I took the day off te make this album – collected photos of yer parents from their old friends, ye know? I don care what Dumbledore said though, I should've been packing my bags. Great man, Dumbledore.

Stuttering for the first time in her life, Lily squealed, "What did that mean James?"

James had no idea, and felt just as struck dumb and Lily sounded. Stating this, they turned to the book. "I suppose we should look at it, how many surprises could we come across anyhow?"

Lily opened the leather cover to find a picture of what seemed to be their wedding, labeled such with the same scribble. Continuing on without a word, Lily discovered pages upon pages of James with Lily, either or both with a young baby boy, Sirius, Remus, Peter – all their old friends. The pictures seemed endless, but finally she came to a blue velvet divider. Turning the page, she found even more pictures. An exact replica of James, but sporting her own sparkling eyes, stood a boy with the bushy haired girl and gangly redhead. It read Me, with Hermione and Ron, after defeating Tom Riddle in Second Year. Another picture held her attention, a single portrait of a girl with exquisite red hair bounding down her back, brown glittering eyes, and a warm smiley that was as sweet as honey. James stated bluntly, "Lil, She looks just like you." It was labeled in what seemed to be "Harry"s hasty cursive My own beautiful Ginerva (This was crossed out with emerald green ink and written over was "HARRY JAMES POTTER YOU CALL ME THAT ONE MORE TIME-") Ok-Ginny- Weasley. More pictures, but the one that captivated the moment the most was one of Professor McGonagall, though noticeably older and more tired, weeping at what was labeled Professor Dumbledore's award ceremony for the Order of Merlin, First Class, and… his funeral.

The 17 year olds looked at each other and whispered simultaneously, "Dumbledore – dead?" He had been the number one savior on both lists for this crazy ordeal. But now he was dead – was Hogwarts even safe for them? No idea where they would go or what they would do, the two stumbled out of the room, both feeling sad, lost, and cold. Something that neither was used to feeling at their true home. This wasn't Hogwarts without Dumbledore.