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"Harry! Why did you say that?" Hermione shrieked between gasps for breath. They had been sprinting every since they had bolted from Lily and James.

"I don't know!" he yelled. "I-just-don't-know!"

They kept running, although Hermione was running out of steam; she had never been an athlete. Hermione stole a glance back, even though she knew she shouldn't, and saw that Lily and James were chasing after them, with Sirius, Anne, Peter, Lupin, and Amanda walked behind with confused expressions. Harry and Hermione pushed themselves as hard as they could to outrun his parents.

"We- have to get- to- Hogwarts!" Hermione told- or rather gasped- at Harry.

"I know!" Harry yelled.

They ran through Diagon Alley, strode into Honeydukes, went through the passage, and came up through the witch.

"How did they know about the passage?" James asked Lily, who merely tried to catch her breath.

"We have to keep going!" Lily said, and ran off again. James followed her, panting.

Harry and Hermione went up to the Fat Lady, thankfully remembering to put on the Invisibility Cloak. If they had not, even worse dangers could have happened.

"Password?" she said sleepily.

"Um… Gumdrop?" Harry guessed, using the current Gryffindor password.

"WRONG!" she cried gleefully, dropping her sleepy act. "WRONG PASSWORD!"

The loud screaming caught the attention of Lily and James. They went up to the Fat Lady too, eager to find the explanation to that crazy statement.

James caught Harry from behind, locking Harry in his arms.

"Let go of me!" Harry growled, hating to do this to his future parents.

"No! Tell us what you meant!" James said roughly.

"Let go of him!" Hermione said angrily.

"And you! Why are you with him?" Lily interrogated.

"I can't tell you!" Harry said, almost crying with frustration. "You'll see me later!"

"What do you mean?" his future parents asked.

"Harry now!" Hermione called out. They both immediately concentrated on their sixth year, in the Common Room.

"Bye Mum, bye Dad," Harry whispered; he couldn't bear to not say one last thing to them. It might have been the last sentence he ever said to them.

"Temporis prorsus!" Hermione said the spell and with a flash of light, left Lily and James holding onto thin air.

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Hermione and Harry reappeared in the Common Room. It was 4 in the morning. Everyone was sleeping soundly, except for the house-elf who was straightening up the room. It looked at them nervously.

"Please don't tell anyone about this," Hermione asked kindly. Even this house-elf deserved to be treated with respect.

"Yes Miss," it said in a quivering voice and left the room quickly.

Harry looked at Hermione and just grinned. She couldn't help it; she smiled back. It was an exhausted grin, but a smile nevertheless.

"Hermione-"

"Harry-"

What they were about to say was cut off by a kiss. It was a sweet, powerful kiss, one untouched by lust for anyone's touch. It was only desire for the other's touch.

They broke apart and looked at each other. Hermione hugged him fiercely. Quiet tears began to run down her face, but she didn't know why.

Harry felt the tears, and pushed her away so he could have a better view of her face. Even with her face splotched with red spot and her nose tipped with pink, Harry did not laugh.

"Why are you crying?" he asked softly, brushing the salty water off of her face.

"I don't know," Hermione said and managed a weak giggled.

Even with her blotchy, tear stained face, they kissed again. And again. Hermione sighed. It wasn't a sigh for what could have happened; it was a sigh for what did happen.

"James… what just happened?" Lily asked faintly, a hand on her forehead.

"I have no idea," James replied, just as baffled as she was.

Lily heaved a sigh.

"Did you notice that his eyes were the same exact color of yours?" James asked.

"Yeah, I did. What about that pretty much everywhere else he looked like you?" Lily countered.

"I don't know what to think about that," James said. "I honestly don't."

Just then, the rest of the gang came up the stairs. They shot the couple inquiring looks; James and Lily ignored them and went up to bed. They were tuckered out from the running after those two mysteries teenagers.

"We'll tell you tomorrow," they from the top of the stairs.

And so they did.

After the whole story, Sirius's eyes were wide as saucers; Wormtail looked as if he would faint with amazement; and Remus looked at them in awe.

Anne and Amanda immediately started whispering to Lily. They all nodded and shook their heads in turn.

"Hey! I've got an idea!" Sirius shouted.

"It's amazing! Sirius has an idea!" Lily joked. Sirius shot a glare her way.

"WHAT if, the guy whose name was Harry was your son! And the other witch, she sounded like she looked smart, so, maybe she found a spell to take them here so they could see you!"

Lily and James laughed. "No way. That would never happen!" Lily said.

"I think you may have just gone a tad overboard there, Padfoot!" James teased.

Everyone pretended to dismiss the idea from their heads, but it still had a very faint ring of truth in it.

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Awww! How cute! It was a very clichéd ending, I know, but it was fun to write! I couldn't bear to change it; I wanted to keep the plot the same, only tweaking some things.

Oh yes; the counter-spell means, "Time forward".