I'm not that good of a story writer, but I try so please don't insult me! This chapter might seem a bit weird, I'm sorry if you don't like it! but than don't read it.

Chapter 4

The potions master

James quickly looked away. He knew now, it was sure now, that he had a son! And with lily no less! He could leave now, but curiosity kept him there. He crept down stairs, and left the common room to the halls of Hogwarts, and than down to breakfast in the great hall. As he went down, he took a few short cuts so as to get there faster and not seem as though he had stayed longer than a few seconds. James looked around as he went. Hogwarts isn't that different! He thought to himself. As James walked further, He spotted a mirror, which should lead to Hogsmead. But he kept walking.

When James had finally gotten to the great hall he looked around, and deciding that he should sit with the boy who had awoken him this morning. So he walked over to them, and 'Ron' smiled and moved over to give him a seat. James grinned back thinking he must be his son's best friend. And with a small jolt back to earth, he saw the girl sitting across from him. It was the girl from the dream.

James looked at her and his heart wrenched; he closed his eyes and looked away. But before he had, Hermione had seen his eyes. She quickly looked at his forehead. But to her astonishment, there was none.

"Hermione! Stop looking at Harry like that." Ron said as Mcgonagall passed out schedules. "Potions" Ron groaned as he looked down at the schedule. James was interested to know who the potions teacher was to make him so unhappy but knew it would be a dead giveaway if he asked, and walked with the two of them grinning when they were not looking at him, to the dungeons and the horrific truth that he would learn when he got there.

Hermione's POV

I watched as the boy sat down for potions, and as he gave a horrified look when he saw Snape. And that's when it hit me who this boy must be. But how? How could James Potter, be here? And the same age as me! It simply was not possible! For one, he was to be dead, and for another, if he was alive, he would be at least 20 years older than me!

((Just a little thing to show just HOW smart Hermione is))

"Welcome to Potions. This is my OWL class, there for; I expect a great deal of effort. It will seem very amazing for some of you to actually have passed you OWLs, let alone got an O." At this his gaze went to Neville, and then to James. His eyes seemed to widen by than began to talk once more. "As I was saying, this year will be much different than all the years before. Now that you are here, we will be getting serous. I will of course, be doubling the complicity of all potion we will be learning. And I will expect top grades on all projects!" He said and walked up to the black board. "Today's potion will be on the black board." He taped it twice, and the instructions appeared.

(Third person but centered on James)

James was horrified when he saw the Potions Master. It was Snape. Snape! SNAPE! This was terrible! What if he recognized him? But he had no choice but to stay put and hope he never notices. James sat as still as possible when Snape gave hi speech, and set to work quickly on the potion, which he thought was quite easy, they had covered it last year, but it didn't help that Snape kept breathing down there necks, especially his. He must really hate my son… He thought, and at the end of the lesson, he left the room, with the two people he could only guess were his friends, they seemed friendly enough, but the girl would not talk to him, but stared at him in a distrustful way. She knows! He thought but tried to shake it off. "Next is Divination!" Ron exclaimed, and headed toward north tower, He looked back at James, "Come on Harry! What are you waiting for?" He questioned.

"I'm uh, um… coming." He said uncertainly, He started to walk over to Ron when.

"Potter! Weaselking, what was wrong with you today in potions scar head? Scared of the big bad dark lord coming back are you? Afraid to talk to the mudblood and the reject now?" Said a drawling voice from behind them, James's temper shot up, no mater who it was, it was never right to call someone a mudblood, never.

"Watch your mouth Malfoy!" exclaimed Ron, turning around in his anger, he seemed about to shout a curs at the Malfoy, it must be Lucius's son James thought before shouting.

"Petificus Totalus!" James shouted, his wand pointing at Malfoy as he said it. Malfoy's face was in shock, as his body slammed together, and he couldn't move accepted for his eyes, witch were staring horrified at James. Ron grinned at him and started back up the stairs. "I think I need to go to the hospital wing." He said in a tense tone.

"Alright mate…" Ron answered a little hesitantly. James walked off, but he didn't go to the hospital, instead he went into a bathroom. James looked through his bag, until he found the time turner he had used to get there, he turned it the opposite way that he had, but it wouldn't budge! The stupid thing was broken! Ok, plan B then. He though, and screwed up his memory until the dream came back to him. "It will come in handy after all…" He muttered, and took out a quill and ink bottle that was in his bag. He than looked in the mirror, and he felt very stupid, but he didn't care! Well, he sort of did care that he was putting a scar on his forehead. A lightning shaped scar.

I hope you liked it, but if you didn't, read the first part, it was your own fault!

PLEASE RR!