Well, I've found out that my new computer makes it so that there aren't spaces between each paragraph in chapters, nothing is in italics, and nothing is bolded. But in a way that first bit is a good thing. Perhaps the fact that my chapters don't look long anymore unless I really do make them long will encourage me to actually make longer chapters. Confused yet? I thought so.

CHAPTER NINETEEN: WHAT HAPPENS IN THE FUTURE

"Dumbledore?" He asked.
She nodded.
He looked at the group of people before him and said, "Come on, then."
* * *
Still extremely confused, they followed the boy out of Gryffindor Tower and through a set of corridors until they reached a doorway. The girl and the red-haired boy had come along and were following quietly. The James- ish boy was obviously the leader of the group.
While they waited for somebody to answer to the James-ish boy's knock, the red-haired boy asked, "Why are we at McGonagall's?"
"I forgot the password into Dumbledore's office."
"Just a moment, just a moment..." Somebody was saying from within the room, and James wondered if this McGonagall was the same one that he knew, likewise with Dumbledore. The door opened and a stern, old woman looked out.
"Really, Potter!" She said, although she wasn't looking at James, "This reminds me a bit too much of last year, if you know what I mean. Have you-" She saw the other people in the corridor and stopped in mid-sentence. "I...What...Come...Come in..." And she stepped aside to let them through.
Shutting the door behind her, she stepped into the office again and said, "What's going on, Harry?"
So that was the James-ish boy's name. He suddenly looked uncomfortable as he muttered, "I don't know. I was thinking that maybe Dumbledore would know..."
"And you thought I might help you out, eh, Potter?"
"Yes." He sighed.
"Very well."
* * *
Ten minutes later they were traveling up the spiral staircase toward Dumbledore's office. James knew this place, because he'd been sent up here, most often with Sirius, when his pursuits had gotten too far out of hand, to leave him in too much trouble to be dealt with by McGonagall. It was weird. Everything was somehow the same, but at the same time different. James wondered how the others were taking this.
More than anyone else he wondered about Lily. He could tell, Harry's eyes were more different than anything else. And James wouldn't miss those eyes anywhere. Lily's eyes were the only eyes of that color, but maybe now there were two people with those eyes? Or maybe James was just thinking about hopes that should've been long dead. Lily didn't like him, and she never would...but still...it might happen one day....
"What are you thinking about, Jamsie?" Sirius was saying, pulling James from his own day-dreams.
"Nothing." He said, and Sirius didn't pursue an answer to his question further.
They entered Dumbledore's office and it was the same, exactly the same, as James remembered. Even Fawkes was there. All of the portraits who'd told him over and over that he could do so much better and shouldn't always be in so much trouble (he'd tried to take their advice, mainly for Lily's affection. For his efforts he'd gotten a Head Boy badge, complete with the absence of a green-eyed girl's attention) were asleep in their frames. Dumbledore, looking much, much older, was sitting at his desk, reading a book. He'd looked up when they entered and set down the book. He stood up, surveying them with his clear blue eyes that had told James over and over that he wasn't living up to what he could be.
The last thing that James expected him to do was smile and mutter, "Ah. Now is the time."
And he couldn't help it. James took a step forward and said, "Time for what?"
Dumbledore stared at him and for a moment James felt his throat stick. Finally he muttered, "What's going on?"
Dumbledore smiled. "You'll find out, I'm sure." He cleared his throat. "I'm sorry to tell you this, Mr. James Potter, but I'm afraid you've come where you don't belong. Time turners aren't meant to bring people through years, much less twenty. Now--"
"Twenty years!!!" James yelled.
"Which way?" Remus said at the same time.
"Yes, twenty years, and into the future, I might add."
"And this doesn't seem at all strange to you, Professor?" Snape said smoothly.
Dumbledore looked at Snape for the first time and said, "Not at all, Mr. Snape. In fact, I am quite familiar with this type of thing, if you please....now the only problem is how to get you back home."
They stared at him.
"We're stuck here?" Peter said hopelessly from behind Sirius.
"For now." Dumbledore answered soberly. "But I'm sure you'll find your way back in due time...Minerva." He was suddenly addressing her, and only then did James remember that the woman was in the room.
"Yes?" She asked, obviously quite winded from the events of the night.
"Please prepare a room for this group...and then come back to speak with me." He looked at her meaningfully, and she seemed to get his meaning, even if James didn't, and hurried the group out.
* * *
Lily wasn't really asleep, and James might know it, but it didn't matter much. It wasn't like she hadn't tried to go to sleep. It was just that their conversation was too intriguing for her to forget quickly and sleep. She had to listen to it. She was pretty sure that Snape wasn't asleep close by her either, but Peter was snoring loudly. No exciting news for him. But Snape thought about things to forget about this, so Lily was almost sure that if she was awake, so was he.
Lily was lying in a cot in a comfortable circular room somewhere in the castle. A fire was crackling in the firebox and the Marauders, Ron, Hermione, and Harry were sitting on two sofas in front of it.
Lily had only asked two questions. First, what the red-haired boy's name was. Second, what the brown-haired girl's name was.
Ron and Hermione.
Then James and the Marauders had taken over.
First question, of all things, was, "So what new kinds of brooms do they have?"
James, of course.
One of his many detestable qualities. He cared more about Quidditch than he did about his friends.
Overall, Lily was now seeming to get the point. There were some things that Harry and his friends just didn't want to say. Maybe they were painful subjects. Other things were quick, and quite obvious. Yes, Harry was James's son. No, Sirius didn't have any kids, as well as the other Marauders. Yes, Snape had a good job as a teacher. They didn't know who Ness was. Yes....
Lily was Harry's mother.
Which Lily didn't get at all. James? JAMES? James Potter? The skinny, rude, obnoxious, hateful, disgusting, annoying, not to mention arrogant and not-all-that-smart James? THAT James??? She couldn't believe it at all. Impossible.
But Lily wasn't completely stupid. She'd seen Harry's eyes. She wasn't sure whether or not she'd ever seen those eyes on anyone but herself. James knew it, too.
Lily shuddered in her cot.
It was only when she was just barely falling asleep that Lily heard James get irritated. He must've asked the same question at least twelve times before, and still Harry kept skirting around the answer.
"What are we doing now?" James was asking.
"I..." Harry said, almost stuttering, "...you....do you...you don't...want to know."
"Why not? Really! It can't be all that bad! It's not like we're dead!" James was laughing, but his laughter didn't last long. Harry wasn't laughing, too, and so James's quieted, dwindled, died, and fell like a leave does in autumn.
"Are we?" Remus asked.
Lily was holding her breath.
Harry cleared his throat, "Well...not you, but James, Lily, and Sirius...are...."
He didn't have to say the last word.

There! Is that a bit better? Two and a half pages...Imagine if this were a real book....Goodness....what a short book... Thanks again to the reviewers, they make me so happy!^_^