I don't own Harry Potter; right now that is a great thing, lol. This as well as the first five chapters were typed out post-HBP, this and following chapters my intentionally or unintentionally post spoilers--though nothing that'll ruin too much of the plot of HBP for those who are slow. Please R&R. Oh and C.E. I'm sorry for any spelling errors; they are entirely type-o oriented, lol, and not my fault at all. Oh and see if you can find the quote from HBP. And/or a Tom Cruz moment--hint: it's in the present. Oh and I'm sorry this one's short too. I will have the next one be longer.

Chapter Six

Past Love Stinks

"Your potion should now be bubbling, carefully add in the gillyweed." Slughorn instructed.

"What'd you do Potter?" Lucius asked as a puff of red smoke exploded from Harry's cauldron.

"Working ahead for once Potter? Fifteen points to Gryfindor." Slughorn smirked. The room filled with red smoke as the class finished their potions. "Now, I want you to group up. Four to a group, now. I want at least one person in your group that isn't from your house."

The class separated and Harry saw Snape by himself. Sirius, Jane, and Harry groaned in unison. They knew who they were stuck with.

He came over grudgingly after Slughorn gave him a glare.

"I hate this as much you do."

"Doubt it." Sirius mumbled.

"Smell the smoke from your cauldrons and discuses what it is." Slughorn ordered.

The class did so, and to Harry's surprise he actually smelled something. Somehow it reminded him simultaneously of treacle tart, the woody smell of a broomstick handle, and something flowery he thought he might have smelled at the Burrow.

"Well this is weird." Sirius said smiling.

"What do you smell?" Jane laughed.

"Lilies, wood, and air." Sirius said. He looked just as shocked as Jane did; apparently Sirius had said something he hadn't meant to.

"Lilies? You smelled Lilies?" Jane yelled jumping up. The class went silent and watched what she would do.

"What'd you smell?" Sirius asked her, pretending he hadn't said anything.

"Dog!" Jane snapped. She looked like she was about to start crying. Jane turned and ran out of the room.

"Jane!" Sirius yelled after her. He was on his feet now.

"Professor?" James asked as he walked in. Dumbledore looked up; he didn't look shocked to see James or Snape.

"Yes, Mr. Potter?" He asked James. James sat down, uninvited, and hung his legs off the arm of the chair.

"Headmaster, this isn't Harry. It's James!" Snape yelled.

"Yes, Servius. I may be old, but I'm not blind." Dumbledore said, sternly, "Keep your voice down."

"You got told off." James laughed. Snape glared at him in retort.

"How did you get here, James?" Dumbledore asked, ignoring their bickering.

"I don't know. I was making a love potion--" Snape cut him off.

"That's illegal."

"Not now Servius." Dumbledore warned.

"--and it exploded and I woke up in the Hospital wing with two love birds yellin' at me." James finished.

"Love birds? Hermione and Ron?" Dumbledore asked him.

"Yeah. They were yelling at me." James insisted.

"Apparently an effect from the potion caused you and your son to switch times. Very unheard of."

"My son?" James asked, he swung his legs over and sat normally in the chair. "This Harry Potter guy's my son?"

"Yes. I am only telling you this because once you are back in your time you will have forgotten most of your adventure here and what you haven't you will associate with a dream. I have had this very thing happen to me as a child, though I never switched places with anyone." Dumbledore explained.

"Cool, so I'll forget this?" James asked, double checking.

"You will. Harry won't." Dumbledore explained.

"So once again the boy breaks numerous rules and he gets awarded for it." Snape snapped.

"Thanks to a traitor, his parents are dead. The least we could do is ignore this. Give Harry at least a few days with his mother." Dumbledore said. James had never seen him so close to yelling.

"Who betrays…betrayed…me?" James asked curios.

"Peter Petegrew." Dumbledore answered simply.

"That little Rat!" James yelled. "First he tries to take Lily from me and then he gets me and…who's Harry's mother?" James asked

"Lily Evans." Dumbledore answered.

"Lily? Wahoo! Yes!" James jumped onto the seat, smiling broadly.