Disclaimer- If I ruled the world, I would own Harry Potter, but for now, JK Rowling does.

Chapter 4

Like Father, Like Son

Harry was way too excited to sleep properly that night. He could not believe he was going to meet his parents. It was five in the morning, and Ron's snores still could be heard. Harry walked over to his trunk and pulled out his photo album. He looked at all the pictures. He spent extra time on his parents wedding picture, imagining meeting those faces in a mere hour. At 6, Ron finally awoke.

"Harry, how long have you been awake?" Ron asked sleepily.

"A hour," Harry said.

"Why up so early?" Ron yawned.

"I will tell you and Hermione in the common room," Harry said. Ron shrugged it off as something not big, and started to change. Harry left the dormitories and waited in the common room. The sun was just peaking out from the trees of the forest, giving the room a red tint. Harry gave up on waiting for Ron and Hermione and went downstairs for an early breakfast. At 7, Hermione and Ron came down and joined him.

"Sorry, you guys. You were just taking forever and I was just really anxious," Harry said, not touching any of his food. He was too nervous to eat.

"Harry, what is going on? Ron said you left the dormitories late last night, and needed to tell us something," Hermione said. She seemed really worried.

"My parents are back," Harry said quietly.

"Could you repeat that for me again, mate. I thought you just said your parents were back," Ron said.

"They are," Harry said smiling. Ron nearly fell out of his seat, and Hermione was too speechless to say anything.

"But, that is impossible. It goes against everything. You can't bring back the dead," Hermione said.

"I know that. Dumbledore said they got here by way of a time turner. I need to go meet him at 8," Harry said.

(Meanwhile)

"Potter, get up!" Lily said, shaking him. "Professor Dumbledore said we had to meet him at 7:30 in his office. We have five minutes. Get up, you arrogant jerk," Lily said.

"Prongs, you better get up. I think she means business," Sirius said. James grudgingly got up from his bed. He quickly changed his clothes and was running out of the room, putting his tie on. They carefully went down out of the way hallways so they would not be seen. They made it to his office at five after the time they were supposed to.

"See, we are late. I am never late," Lily said, opening the door to Dumbledore's office.

"There is a first for everything," James said.

"Good morning," Dumbledore said.

"Good morning," the four mumbled back.

"Thank you for making it here. I thought you had forgotten. Well, the reason I asked you to come early was that someone wants to meet you," Dumbledore said.

"Who, and don't tell me it is Snivellus?" James asked.

"No, Severus is preparing, James. Your son wants to meet the four of you," Dumbledore.

"Really? But are you sure he wants to meet all of us? I mean, James is his father," Sirius said.

"No, he has a relationship with all of you. Now I noticed that you forgot your invisibility cloak, James. You four will have to use my cloak for a while," Dumbledore said. There was a knock at his door. "Hurry, if you please." Remus grabbed the cloak and they huddled into a corner and threw it over themselves.

"Good morning Professor," Harry said, as he opened the door.

"Hello, Mr. Potter. Did you have a chance to eat breakfast?" Dumbledore asked. Harry nodded. "Very well, then." The marauders were blocked from view of Harry because of Dumbledore's chair. They wanted to move, but to no luck, at risk of moving the cloak.

"Um, Professor-" Harry began. Dumbledore stopped him.

"You would like to, how do you say, cut to the chase," Dumbledore said. Harry nodded. "You do remember what we agreed to last night, right Mr. Potter?"

"Yes," Harry said. Dumbledore nodded. He was not sure if he was going to regret what he was about to do. He turned behind him

"You may take off the cloak now," Dumbledore said. James was the first to rip the cloak off him. He raced around the chair to look at Harry. He was shocked to find someone that could be his clone.

"Woah, Prongs. I am seeing double," Sirius said. Harry and James were both speechless, Harry mostly. He was looking a his dad, someone who has been dead for the past 16 years of his life.

"Oh great, another Potter. More trouble," Lily said. Harry looked behind James to see a pair of green eyes, his eyes. Lily.

"I apologize for her. She is just mad she got dragged into this. Hi, I'm James. You probably already know who I am, though," James said, holding out his hand. Harry shook it.

"I'm Remus," Remus said, holding his hand out.

"I'm Lily," she said, with her hand extended. "And I am sorry about my previous comment."

"Do we really have to go through with this, he knows who we are," Sirius said, putting his hand out. "Sirius," he mumbled at the last second.

"Well, I most go inform the other students of our new exchange students," Dumbledore winked. "You mat use my office for another 10 minutes, then I am afraid you have classes to attend. You four will be in the same classes you had before, and on the Gryffindor schedule. Good day to you," he said, and swiftly left his office.

"Erm, I'm Harry," he said.

"So, Dumbledore tells me you are my son in the future," James said.

"Yeah," Harry said. He knew the next question.

"Who is your mother?" James asked eagerly.

"Uh, Dumbledore says I can't tell you, yet," Harry said nervously. He put his head down, adverting his green eyes.

"You have not figured it out yet?" Remus asked everybody. They all shook their heads.

"Who, Moony?" James asked.

"I am siding with Dumbledore on this one. You don't deserve to know if you can't figure out something as easy as this," Remus said. Harry smiled.

"Do you play quidditch?" James asked. Harry nodded.

"I am the seeker on the Gryffindor Quidditch Team. I made it my first year," Harry said. James choked on air.

"First year? You must be the youngest quid ditch player-" James said.

"A century," Harry finished for him. "You know, people said we looked alike, but I was not completely convinced until today," Harry said.

"Yeah, you two could pass for twins, except the eyes," Remus said. Harry put his head down again, so they would not recognize his eyes.

"Umm, we should leave, head to class. Transfiguration is first," Harry said.

"Yes. My best subject," James said. Harry led the four out of the office, and he met up with Hermione and Ron in the Entrance Hall. They gaped when they saw them.

"Mate, you look just like your dad," Ron said in amazement. "I'm Ron Weasley, by the way."

"As in Arthur Weasley? He was in our seventh year when we were in first year. Who is your mum?" Sirius asked. Ron wondered if he was allowed to tell them, but they would already be married in the past, so it would not make a difference.

"Molly Prewett," Ron said.

"I knew it. She always fancied him," Sirius said. Ron's ears turned red.

"I'm Hermione granger," she said.

"Hi," they all said.

"We need to get to class," Lily said.

"Evans, you care about work too much," James said. Lily glared at him. They made their way to Transfiguration. As soon as they took their seats, the bell rung. Harry, Ron, and James sat together, Lily and Hermione, and Remus and Sirius sat together. Professor McGonagall became very teary eyes when she saw them.

"We have four new students with us, as the headmaster told you at breakfast, and I hope you will do your best to make them feel at home," McGonagall said.

"That won't be too hard," James told Harry. They left class with a huge amount of homework, and much to the dislike of Sirius.

"Where next?" Remus asked.

"Defense Against The Dark Arts…" Harry said, but then remembered who the teacher was. He had not been in there the first week, because of an illness. Their schedules told who he was, though. He exchanged nervous glances with Ron and Hermione.

"What's wrong with that class?" Sirius asked. "Don't tell me we have some bogus, boring teacher. If it is, I will have to hex him." Harry grew really nervous about the upcoming class. The seven of them entered class, and Rona and Sirius were not the only ones to notice Harry and James similarities.

"Blimey, Harry. Are you sure he isn't your brother?" Dean asked. Harry nodded.

"Positive," he said. He took a seat near the back. Just then, the teacher entered.

"Good morning," the teacher said. "I am sorry I was not here the first week of classes. I had an unexpected illness. For those who did not have me four years a go, I am your Professor, Remus Lupin," he said. He looked up form his papers, to see his past self and friends sitting there. He grew very pale, paler than normal and raced out of the room.

"Moony, that was you!" whispered James. Obviously, someone had not told Professor Lupin his past was here.