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Chapter 13 Our Little Secret

Harry pulled Sirius into a secret passageway behind a tapestry by the collar of his robes. Remus, Peter and Lily followed them quietly, Remus making extra sure no one was watching. Once the coast was clear he pulled the tapestry back to find everyone staring at James with their mouths open wide. It was silent for a moment and then Sirius asked,

"You are WHO?" He leaned in just to make sure he wouldn't miss anything. Harry rolled his eyes and spoke clearly,

"My name is Harry. I'm James's son."

"I didn't know James had a son," exclaimed Peter looking Harry up and down. "And such an old son at that."

"No no," corrected Harry. "James is my father, but I'm from the future. The Marauders looked at each other puzzled. Then Sirius burst out laughing. He laughed so hard, Lily and Peter started to join in.

"Ha ha! Good one James! You almost had us there." When Harry started to protest, Sirius went on saying, "It was funny in the beginning but we caught you, James; you can quit joking now." But Harry just shook his head. Maybe he shouldn't have said anything. What if it was all just a big mistake telling them about the future. But while Harry stood there, having his doubts, he felt Remus's hand on his shoulder. Remus looked scared slightly, but didn't jump back. He looked hard at Harry's eyes.

"His eyes are green. James' eyes are hazel," Remus pointed out. But Sirius didn't want to believe it.

"He could have charmed his eyes. James is excellent at transfiguration." Remus ignored him.

"What is James favorite candy?" Harry looked around stumped, but he figured he would try and guess.

"Cockroach cluster?" Remus shook his head.

"Fizzing Whizbees," he corrected, but still Sirius was not convinced. He threw his hands into the air, laughing sarcastically.

"He's acting like he doesn't know. I can't believe you are all falling for this." For now Lily had moved towards him looking at his figure.

He looks a bit shorter," she replied pushing he red hair out of her face. Her eyes darted at each of Harry's. Sirius shook his head but said nothing. Out of nowhere, Lily leaned forward quickly and kissed Harry hard on the mouth. Harry was in shock. Not only was a girl kissing him, but it was his mother. Well, granted, she wasn't his mother yet. As she backed away slowly Harry stayed frozen. Lily put her hand to her mouth and quietly said, "That is NOT James." Looking astonished, Remus quickly said,

"Hang on. How would you know?"

"Well. . . I mean—I just know ok! That's not him!" Not trying to look disrespectful, Harry wiped his mouth off softly. Frankly, he was starting to get the jibbles and he was almost wishing he hadn't told them. Nervously, Harry ran his fingers through his hair, blushing slightly. Sirius looked at him.

"What is THAT?" cried Sirius grabbing a hold of Harry's head and yanking it closer to his eyes. He examined the scar Harry adorned on his forehead. The others gathered around him at once. Peter gasped but Remus was calm.

"James, I mean Harry, where did you get the scar?" Harry knew he had to choose his words carefully. Thinking a long time Harry finally said,

"When I was very young; as a baby."

"That's a real scar!" said Sirius finally convinced. "You aren't James! Where's James! Where did you put him?"

"I'm guessing he is in the future taking my place." Everyone thought hard on this. It wasn't everyday that someone randomly comes in saying they are from the future. All of them stood in silence thinking of the next course of action.

Harry decided this was as good a time as any to speak about how he got there. He told them about the glasses and the quill writing on its own. He spoke of how he could control the jump back in time when he took off the glasses, but the other day, it had not worked.

"There must be something going wrong on James's end. But what?" Remus said thinking out loud.

"I'm not sure but the quill wrote something to me before I left. I had to find something. I think I need find it before I can go back." Harry pointed out. They all nodded in agreement.

"What is it you need to find?" asked Peter.

"A hideout about the sky?" he answered. Their faces were blank. Apparently they knew just as much as Harry on the subject. Harry's face drooped slightly. "You don't know anything about a hideout about the sky?" Remus was the first to answer.

"I'm sorry, Harry, no. It doesn't even make any real sense. How can you have a hideout in the sky?" Harry shrugged with the same How-should-I-know look on his face. Harry turned to Sirius. He always had some sort of answer.

"Well, mate," he replied. "We should get looking shouldn't we?" The boys started to move out behind the tapestry, making sure that no one saw them doing so. Lily; however, stayed put. She had begun to stare at Harry. He didn't know whether she was angry, confused, or just plain scared of him. It was probably all of the above. It took her a while before she spoke to him and when she did she was soft and calm.

"Look, I'm sorry about that... you know,... earlier," she began looking down at her shoes. Harry knew she wasn't just enjoying her footwear, she was embarrassed. He did the same thing when he got flustered. She tried to go on, but she couldn't string the right sentence together, let alone one sentence. "I was just trying; I mean I thought you were him, um, er well, you can't blame me right?"

"It's ok. I understand why you did it." Harry explained. "Um, but for both of our sakes... is it ok if it didn't happen again?" Lily nodded her red face and hair feverently. With that the two of them came out from behind the curtain.

"Took you bloody long enough," Sirius complained once they were out in the hall. Remus rolled his eyes; if there was one thing he could never seem to teach his pals, it was patience. And timing. And chivalry. But that's a completely different story.

Harry, who was now brushing his hair in front of his face to hide his facial scar, looked at all of them with intent eyes. "Where should we start looking?"

"The guys and I have been talking," Black said. "and we think that if you are stuck here, as James, we might as well make you look a bit more like him."

"Like he doesn't already?" Lily snapped. Harry was relieved to see that someone was one his side. He may not know his father very well, but he did know Sirius Black. And when Sirius gets and idea; it's normally half-baked.

"I was speaking of his wardrobe," Sirius spat sarcastically. "He pointed to Harry's tie. "That would have been off or at least loosed as soon as James was out of class." Remus nodded.

"We could try and change your eye color a bit," the boy added, stroking his wolf-like face.

"The mannerisms need to change," Peter piped in. Lily stepped in front of Harry. She had heard enough.

"No, not all of them. Please not all of them." He said looking back and forth from her future son to the boys. "He is so much more fun. Besides, I like Harry the way he is." Harry thought he heard a bit of a motherly tone to Lily's voice. If only she could have said something like that to Aunt Petunia when she tried to shave all his hair off.

"We like Harry too," Remus said, putting a hand on her shoulder. "But he isn't supposed to be Harry; He is supposed to be James." With a sigh, Lily gave in. Seeing this, Sirius added one more thing that needed to change.

"Something that we need to fix right now though," he said walking towards his future godson. "Is your hair." With that, Harry was tackled by a heap of hands grabbing his head and shaking themselves through his black, untidy hair. All Harry could do was take it; and join in on the laughter.

A/N: Sorry it took so long. I haven't had much time for writing. But considering that it is one of my New Year's resolutions and I'm at home sick today, I finally got this Chapter out of my system. Thanks again for being patient with me. Hopefully it won't take me long to update again.