10 minutes later, then plan was formed. They had written a note to Dumbledore, and were standing in the Entrance Hall.

'Ready?' Remus asked.

'As we'll ever be.' said Sirius,

They opened the door again, but before the wands could all be raised properly, James sent the note as a little paper plane to Dumbledore.

Dumbledore quickly read the note, looking a little bewildered, then nodded towards the door, and sat down and started talking to Professors McGonagall and Snape. James wasn't looking at his "twin" though.

The boy who looked like him, well, looked like him. He looked about there age, and he did look a heap like him, but not exactly. There were a few minor differences. This guy had a shorter nose then him, but he was also Head Boy, James could see the badge. He also had clearer skin, but he had a scar or something on his forehead. James couldn't see the shape from here, but that wasn't important (A/N: not important at all! LOL). What were important to James were his eyes. They belonged to someone he knew quite well… They were Lily's eyes. (A/N: I never would have guessed!)

A sudden grab on James's arm alerted his attention away from this guy. Remus pulled his arm, and pulled him towards the door. They heard Dumbledore yell 'Maximus Obliviate last twenty minutes!' And knew he had just wiped the whole rooms memory of the last twenty minutes and all the memories of them entering the Hall.

'What did the note say Moony?' Sirius asked.

'It told him to come up here as soon as the feast was over to chat.'

'Well, he'll come up soon then. James, did you see you're twin?' Lily asked.

'Yep. And I saw something that excited me greatly in him.'

'What?' Sirius said.

'Well, you know how old Snape looked? We said forty-five, making him forty?'

'Yeah.'

'Well, is forty old enough to have a seventeen year old son?'

'Well, that would make you,' Lily said, 'Twenty-two or so when you had him. I guess it is.'

'I think he's my son.'

'What proof do you have of that?' Remus asked him skeptically.

'Do you ever agree with anything?' Lily asked him. 'Does he look that much like you?'

'Uh huh.' James and Sirius said at the same time.

'He's got his hair, height, face shape, even his glasses.'

'But he has clearer skin then me.' James said. 'And some sort of scar on his forehead. And there are certain features about him that remind me of someone that I know, someone who I think could be his mum.'

'Who? What features?' The three captivated friends asked.

'Someone I know eyes and nose.'

'Who?' Sirius asked. 'I didn't get a good look.'

'Me neither.' Remus said.

'I didn't even see him.' Lily said.

'Oh, if we see him again, which I'm sure we will, because I'm sure that my son would like to see the seventeen year old me instead of the grouch father I've probably become, all three of you will not doubt me. The resemblance is uncanny and his eyes resemble his mothers' eyes, well, there the same. I'll bet 50 galleons'

'You're on.' Sirius said. 'I don't think you'll get who his mum is, eyes and noses can look similar sometimes Jim.'

'But'- Lupin began before a panting Dumbledore entered the room. He saw the four teenagers.

'I will never get over how much your son looks like you.' Dumbledore said to James, without even a hello.

'Score! The Head Boy!' James said.

'Yes. You are coming to my office in a minute, after the after feast crowds have died away.' Dumbledore said. 'Is it just you four?'

'Yes.' Lily said clearly.

'Anyway, back to my son.' James said, clearly wanting to keep the topic on his terms. 'That guy, my son, his mother, don't say it out loud, but do his eyes take after her?'

'Yes. His name is Harry.' Dumbledore said, a small smile playing his lips as he looked at Lily.

'Yeah! Home Run to Prongsie!' James said, running around with his hands up in the air, shirt over his head as if he was a soccer player .

'Yes. But there is something I should tell you all first'-

'Can we meet him?' James asked eagerly.

'If you come to my office, we can have a chat about things, then you can all meet him. It will be a huge pleasure for all four of you, but most especially him.'

'Why?' James, Lily, Sirius and Remus all asked at the same time.

'Come to my office and find out.' Dumbledore said.

'We all struggle to fit under this cloak though.' Lily said. 'I was trapped between Sirius's armpit and James's chest.'

'Let James walk out with me. It should in fact be quite an entertaining exercise.' Dumbledore said, grinning a bit.

They walked there way over to Dumbledore's office, but almost at the door, they ran into Snape.

'Are they in your office?' Snape asked Dumbledore as he saw him approaching.

'Erm, yes.'

'You're taking Potter to see them already?' James quickly looked at the ground.

'Yes.'

'How many of them is it? Potter obviously, and in those days you never saw him without Black…'

'And Lily and Remus. Would you like to see them later?'

'What sort of stupid question is that. That's too many Potters to keep track of.'

'Of course Severus. We must leave. Come err, Harry.'

As they walked off, Snape yelled something back at James.

'That's not Harry is it?' Snape said.

'Nup Snivells.' James yelled back. Dumbledore suppressed a grin.

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They all hurried up into Dumbledore's office, where they were greeted by portraits.

'Dumbledore, Harry what is happening, we heard some odd things were going on!'

'I'm James!' James roared at the portraits.

A few of them fell out of their chairs.

'James Potter…'

'But, but, you shouldn't be here.'

'And if you were, you'd be heaps older!'

'It must be time travel.'

'Yeah, even if he was still alive, he couldn't be this young.'

'I'm dead!' James asked Dumbledore. 'And when can I meet our son?'

'Who's the mum?' Sirius asked as he crept out from under the cloak.

'Sirius?' asked a clever looking headmaster. 'You're dead too!'

'Definitely time-travel.' One of the portraits said.

'Can I ask how many of us are dead?' Remus asked as he pulled the cloak off him and Lily.

'Yes Remus, I guess you can.' Dumbledore said wearily. 'But all of you be quiet!' Dumbledore went on to warn the portraits.

'So, am I alive?' Lily asked.

'No.' Dumbledore said. 'But you die for a good purpose, if that's any compensation. Remus is the only one left alive, but he's quite depressed because of the happenings the other year. Harry was too.'

'What happened?' James asked. 'What happened to Sirius?'

'How did you know it was Sirius?' Dumbledore asked.

'Guessed.' James said, shrugging his shoulders.

'Well, let's just put it this way. Your obsession, Harry, got himself and some friends into a bit of Death Eater trouble and had to be rescued. By none other then Remus and Harry's godfather, Sirius. You were killed right in front of Harry and Remus.'

'That's horrible. I don't wanna hear about my death. What would Death Eater want in Harry anyway?' James asked, shaking his head.

'I'll tell you later.' Dumbledore said. 'They actually want quite a bit.'

'I don't want to hear about my death, so when can we go back home?' Lily asked. After seeing the looks of indignation on the others faces, she went on. 'I mean, I'm not really involved in this, I don't really want to hear about my death, or your deaths either.'

'But James wants to meet his son.' Remus said.

'I want to meet my godson too.' Sirius said.

James was just looking at her, unbelieving. Dumbledore shook his head as well.

'Believe me, you will all meet Harry, and you will all be willing to, even you Lily, even if it is after you have met him that you understand.' Dumbledore said. 'Lily, you come with me and James under the cloak and you two can go have a look.'

'Yeah!' James said excitedly. 'Let's go!'

Lily sighed and James picked up the cloak and pulled it over himself and Lily. Dumbledore lead them out of there. One of the portraits broke the silence that they were left in.

'Fancy a mother going forward in time and not wanting to meet her son because she wasn't married to her son's father, who she went under the Invisibility Cloak with.'

'What?' Remus said. 'Lily and James get married and have a kid? Is that what you meant? Can you explain it in one sentence properly and still make it effective?'

'No.' The portrait said. 'But you're right. Lily and James get married.'

'Wouldn't surprise me.' Sirius said.

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Walking along, Dumbledore was just a little ahead of Lily and James.

'I don't know why I have to go meet your son. If he's anything like his father then I really don't want to. This is all your fault, James.'

'You said it was Sirius's fault before.'

'Well, I've changed my mind.'

They walked up to the portrait hole, where Dumbledore stopped them.

'Neither of you is allowed to say anything to him, or anyone. Stay hidden by the cloak.'

Dumbledore opened the portrait hole with the password, which was cannons, before stepping inside. It was Gryffindor Common Room, just as they had been in before with Sirius and Remus. James's son was facing the other way, sitting opposite a boy with bright red hair and a girl with bush brown hair. They were holding hands, and both of them looked up as Dumbledore came in with Lily and James, but they couldn't see the last two.

'Hey Lily, will you sleep with me?' James whispered in her ear.

'Never in a million years.' Lily said, looking scandalised.

'Harry, can I talk to you?' Dumbledore asked, facing the James look-alike.

With a look of mixed concern and jubilation, James said 'I think you do in three or four actually.' He winked at her. Lily gave him a what-are-you-talking-about look.

'Yeah, I guess.' Harry said as he turned around and faced Dumbledore. Lily gasped and became all weak jointed so James quickly pulled her arm around his shoulders. She was looking from James to Harry with a look of amazement. They were almost the same bar the eyes. Lily's eyes.

'What was that?' Harry asked, in what was James's voice, look a little over Dumbledore's shoulder to where Lily and James were. He must have heard the gasp.

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A/N: Sorry about that but it's not really a cliffy, well a good one anyway. Please R&R or for those who want it simpler, Read and Review. Or even simpler, click that button down there and write about how much you love my story. Well, even if you don't, write some, err, constructive criticism. Next one will only be tick, and it will be a bit longer. I meant to make the last two only one chapter, but instead I broke it up into two short ones!