Author: walmer92.

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Chapter 2. Firewhiskey and Nurseries.

As Harry backed away from his mothers penetrating stare, Lily flung herself on him

Despite the fact that he was extremely perturbed, he allowed Lily to hug for a moment, relaxing into his mothers embrace for the first time in nearly 15 years. Forgetting himself, he drew her to him, instinctively knowing that his mother was here in the time that he needed comfort. It was only she began to speak that he remembered that this girl was not yet his mother, merely a 16 year old of almost his own age. She was babbling very fast, almost incoherently. When he heard what she was saying he began to blush. It wasn't that what she said was particularly explicit, but he was certain that his father should be hearing this instead of him. "oh James you're alright! Thank god. James I'm sorry, I'm so, so, so, so sorry. I'll go out with you, I will. I was just scared, so scared it was just one of your jokes and I loved you so much I couldn't bear a hurt like that. But I do love you James I do, I really do. I mean - I don't exactly approve of how you hex any Slytherin who comes near you, but I don't care anymore. You're alive and you're alright and I love you."

By this point Harry was blushing to the roots of his hair. He had been standing stock still in shock up until this point, but when Lily ceased rambling and pressed her lips to his he cried out and stumbled backwards. Lily stared at him in bewilderment. On the edges of his vision Harry noticed Remus and Sirius, who had been gazing at what they thought was loves young dream for the past five minutes, looking astonished as well, but his attention was mostly centred on his…. "you're my mo…..you're my mo…" (A/N: yeah, yeah I know kinda 'Back to the Future', but hey it was a wicked movie.) "James, what's wrong?" Lily was looking at him with eyes full of unshed tears. Once again, he was unable to shake the feeling that he was looking into a mirror. "does this mean I was write the first time around? That it was all a game? How could you, James? I thought," she broke down sobbing, and her voice was barely above a whisper, "I thought you loved me."

She turned away, hugging herself with tears pouring down her face. Remus and Sirius both ran forward to help her. At first she tried to shrug them off, thinking they had been in on "James's" Joke, but when she saw the looks of disgust they were throwing at Harry, she acquiesced and allowed them to take her from the room.

Harry was left lying shell shocked on the Hospital Wing floor. It took a minute for his stunned brain to realise what had happened. As he realised the full import of the incident, he leapt to his feet. He had a crazy idea of going after Lily and explaining what happened – how he didn't know. He ran out of the hospital wing door – and smack into a very angry Sirius. In his less than coherent state he tumbled clumsily to the floor. Needless to say, bruising his tail bone did nothing to alleviate the tension from the situation. Sirius glared down at him, apparently to angry to speak.

Harry quailed under his glaze, and decided that he should try and explain the situation to him. Unsure of how to start, he said, "Sirius, listen, I know you probably won't believe this but-""you're right," Sirius shouted, cutting him off. He continued in a quieter voice, that somehow scared Harry far more than him shouting. "I won't believe a single word you say. How can I? For the past two years, all I've heard you talk about was Lily this, Lily that. You told us that you loved her! And then you go and do a thing like that. You hurt her, James, you hurt her badly. We're the Marauder's James. We play pranks, we make people laugh. We don't hurt people!" Sirius's voice was slowly growing in intensity, nearing the volume of the bellow that he'd used before. "but you did! I've never seen a person hurt like that, James, it was like you ripped her heart right out of her body!" By this point Sirius was shouting again. The only time Harry could remember seeing him like this was in the shrieking shack with Wormtail. Sirius reached down, and hauled him up, then shoved him against the wall. With his hand around Harry's throat, he spoke again, his voice back to the deadly calm that He had used earlier. "stay away from Lily, James. If you hurt her again you'll regret it."

He dropped his hand, and Harry slid once more to the floor, in complete shock. As Sirius walked away, he heard him call back, "it's the full moon in two nights James. We don't expect to see you there." As Sirius turned the corner, Harry absently noted that he was speaking to someone. However this was the last thing on his mind. He had ruined his father's relationship with his mother, and his best friend. He was so lost in his thoughts that until he heard the discreet cough, he didn't realise that someone was standing in front of him. He looked up slowly, taking in first the star spangled purple robe, then the long white beard, and finally the face he had been dreading. Professor Dumbledore was staring down at him with the customary twinkle in his blue eyes.

"P-professor Dumbledore," Harry stammered. "Listen-Sir…." He cast wildly around for a way to explain himself so that Dumbledore would believe him. Since going to live in the magical world he now took many things for granted that would have amazed him before, but he was certain that time travel was almost unheard of. Harry was about to start speaking again when Dumbledore held up his hand for silence. "It's alright," he said calmly. "I understand the situation perfectly."

"but sir," Harry began again, "I don't think you can. I-"

"Come now," said Dumbledore mildly, "do you really believe that anyone can enter Hogwarts without my knowing about it? Especially someone from another time." Harry gaped at him. "now I believe that I can guess who your father is," Dumbledore continued with a slight smile, "I can perhaps guess your mother from your eyes – and the sight of Lily Evans running down this corridor crying. What I do lack, however, is your name." almost passing out with relief, Harry managed to gasp out "Harry, sir. Harry Potter." "indeed," said Dumbledore, "I surmised as such. Your father told me at our last meeting that he would call his son Harry." He smiled at the memory. "of course, he was under the influence of rather too much Firewhiskey at the time. I believe that he was found by our potions master, Professor Slughorn, wandering around the dungeons, talking at length on the subject of his marriage to Lily Evans. He sobered up after two minutes in my office. He was rather embarrassed by the fact that at the time I used the sobriety spell, he was describing the details of his children's nursery. Not something that a young man at the age of 15 normally thinks about, I believe." Despite the seriousness of his situation, Harry couldn't help himself. He burst out laughing. Once he had begun he found himself unable to stop. He continued laughing hysterically for some minute, still slumped on the floor. Finally, Dumbledore pointed his wand at Harry and muttered under his breath. Harry immediately stopped laughing, and glanced up at the Professor, red faced.

"Sorry."

"that's quite alright Harry," replied Dumbledore, "a nervous reaction to your circumstances I'm sure." "But I have to say," he continued with a wry chuckle, "your face does remind me very much of how your father looked after drinking that Firewhiskey." Harry chuckled again, although this time with rather more control, and got to his feet.

"Now," said Dumbledore, "may I suggest that we go to my office? After watching two rather dramatic exits from the Hospital Wing earlier on, I believe that we owe some people an explanation." Harry sobered immediately and sighed. He still could not believe that he had managed wreck his fathers relationships so thoroughly. He hoped that he would be able to repair the damage. He looked up at Dumbledore and nodded. "you're right sir," he said. "Mum and Sirius need to know who I am. Otherwise they'll never forgive my father."

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