Ahoy there, fangoriously funtastic fan-ficcers! Well, heres a new chappie, fresh from my holiday-bordem-riddled brain to your compy! Congrats! I've got heaps up my sleeve, but if you want to see the fic take a certain bumpy, pot-holed road, review and you will recieve. A quardruple lot of hug and kisses to everyone who is reviewing...I LOVE YOU ALL! (ahem) Please keep reviewing every chap, otherwise i'll go crazy and kill everyone off (nah-ha-ya-da-ba) So, proceed to read!

DISCLAIMER Woah! i saw hp ngof twice today! Twice! it was sooo grood, and i was soooo tempted to have my way with Danny, but unfortunately i cant because i dont own hptm and would therefore be responsible for police apprehension. Damn laws.

Captivate yourselves!

Everything was steeped in silence. None of them moved a single muscle; a stunned paralysis snatched them at various stages of surprise: Lily had here hands over her gaping mouth, her eyes wide and staring. Sirius stood stock still, eyebrows arching so high upon his forehead he looked almost comical. James had managed to walk over to the limp form of the teenage boy, as though to inspect, then he slipped ungainly to a sitting position, staring avidly at the boy. They remained in this atmosphere of suspended movement until a loud crash from somewhere down stairs made them all jump. They looked around at each other, then, as one, all looked at the boy. It was Sirius who first broke the gluey silence.

"How unsettling." he croaked.

"Unsettling?" James looked over his shoulder at Sirius from his perch on the floor, an expression of indignation cramping his face. "How am I unsettling? Unfortunate, is more what I call it. What are the chances of us appearing out of the Wa-ta-ha-gig at the exact moment I enter the room in the past!" He gave a short, uneasy laugh. "I mean, I've hardly been over your place at all! What timing!"

But Sirius was inspecting the room with a deeply carved furrowed-brow: at the tall now-dusty window, the stained Persian rug, and the grime-encrusted portraits along the faded walls.

"Guys..." Sirius spoke in a spooked whisper, his eyes darting nervously . "This isn't how we left the room. Time has passed...alot of time." He was walking restlessly around, looking horribly unnerved.

"What do you mean, time has passed?" barked James from the floor. He was heartily regretting taking his best friend along for this ride now, as he had turned out to be such a wet blanket. Here he was, in an isolated room with Evans, and Sirius was racing around, muttering jerky worries under his breath. It was doing nothing at all to help create some sort of romantic ambiance.

"I mean..." Sirius stopped pacing recklessly and came to a halt in front of James, staring down at him with a sort of barely contained terror scrawled across his face. "We've gone too far! This is not our year!"

James heard Lily's rasping intake of breath over in the far corner of the room.

"How did this happen?" he demanded angrily, stepping up to meet Sirius's gaze. "What went wrong?"

"Nothing went wrong! I did everything as we were meant to-" Sirius' eyes widened in horror, then, as he decided upon some sort of conclusion, they narrowed dangerously to slits of dark anger.

"WHAT DID YOU DO?" he span around furiously and marched across the room. James, for a wild second, thought he was about to have a go at Lily and made a horrified step forward before he realised Sirius had pulled out his wand and was whacking the old Time-Keeper's portrait repeatedly in an upsurge of violent manners.

James would have found the energetic display rather hilarious if Sirius was not swearing vehemently and Lily hadn't curled into some sort of protective foetal position. He had never seen a heated reaction of this magnitude before. Usually if Sirius hated someone, that someone would be marked out straight away because of the distinctive curling antlers Sirius had a preference for bestowing his unfavourables with. But James had never seen this kind of panicky intensity in his friend before.

"Hey! Calm down! I'm sure we can work this out. If everyone just loses their heads, nothing will be resolved!" he said sagely, averting his gaze of the unconcious James prostrate on the floor. He chose to ignore the quiet sobbing from the Lily's corner.

Sirius opened his mouth angrily, but a raspy voice beat him to it.

"Hey. HEY! What'cha doing that for?"

The portrait had woken up, perhaps due to the ferocious beating his frame had just endured, James speculated.

"WHAT DID YOU DO?" howled Sirius again.

The portrait looked innocently alarmed. "What? Me? Who are you kids?"

"You know very well who we are!" Lily shrieked suddenly, rising shakily off the floor to glare poisonously at the portrait. James could not help but admire her bravado in a situation like this. Tears were pouring thickly from her eyes, yet she still managed to be rude.

"Oh!" comprehension dawned across the old man's face, to be replaced almost instantly with a look of sheepish uneasiness. "I remember you guys. From way back! You-"(he pointed accusingly at Lily)" -were rude to me, so, I gave you a taste of your own antidote!" He glared triumphantly at them all, obviously under the impression that he had taught them some life-worthy lesson that would mould them into model humanitarians for the rest of their lives.

"Where are we then?" said Sirius through gritted teeth. James could foresee some sort of radical meltdown in a full pending swing inside Sirius' head. He sidled covertly into the shadow of a cob-web laced bookshelf for protection from air-borne objects.

"You're bound to happen across the baffling elusive riddle of what year you're in somewhere! Calenders may still be in existence, you know. Now I really must dash, my insolent, unappreciative apes, as I'm wanted elsewhere. But before I go, I'll give you a clue as to why you're here! Only when you have solved it may you return to your own times!"

"WHAT?" roared Lily. "You cannot be serious! What sick, sadistic game are you playing with us!"

"Oho! There you go again with that delightful eloquent tact of yours!" the old man laughed wheezily. "Ok, no clue for you then!"

"Wait!" shouted Sirius hurriedly. "You cant leave us stranded here!"

The wheezy laughing heightened mockingly as the old man surveyed the 3 angry teenagers with ease. "Oh, you won't be stranded. It'll just take you longer to finish your clue as to why you're here!"

"How can we solve it without a clue!" James' voice called out from behind the bookcase.

"I'm sure you'll find a way." the little old Time-Keeper said airily, and he waved cheerily at them as he strode out of his frame. Upon his absence, the portrait turned black once more.

"COME BACK!" Sirius screamed, hitting his wand against the frame again, tearing any sort of humanitarian lesson learnt to shreds. It was no use: the Time-Keeper had stranded them.

"So, we're in a different year!" Lily said in a small vice. Her hair hung dejectedly over her face and James knew she was wiping away tears of frustration. They had embarked upon all this to help her remedy what had happened with her father, and now, they had no-idea what year they were even in.

Year...James felt his breathing constrict, a dull static singing in echoes around his head. This was not his year...that boy...that was not him!

James flung himself to the ground , his nose barely an inch from the unconscious boy's, a blind terror rising in a crescendo inside him. Then he saw it...a scar. A faint thin scar...shaped like bolt of lightening upon the boy's forehead. James stood up wordlessly, a icy cold sweat stealing over his skin.

"James, who is that?" Sirius' voice sounded distant, like James was hearing him from the bottom of a well.

Suddenly, the room's door opened without any proceeding warning of footfalls or knocking. They all recoiled with an instinctive fear instilled for survival: Lily dashing behind the curtain, Sirius taking James' place beside the bookshelf, and James darted around like a cornered rabbit, every concealable nook taken-

"Harry! There you are! Hey, everyone's waiting for you at dinner, so hurry up.", said a loud voice from the doorway.

James slowly turned his head to face what vile, unseen enemy this murky future may hold...to meet the puzzled dainty face of a small, slender girl with boisterous long red hair that swept after her as she walked into the room , gazing happily at James.

He mouthed unformed words at her for a second, gesturing unhelpfully towards the blank portrait. The girl stepped forwards, smiling. She didn't seem to have noticed the boy on the ground, or Lily or Sirius

"I don't believe you're leaving in two days. Again. How come every visit you make to me is set to be a week, yet flits by like second?" and to James utter horror, she reached up and coiled her small arms around him in a constricting embrace which James felt misplaced some internal organs. Over the top of her head, he could see Sirius grinning , and too his right, Lily's face peeking out of the musty curtain folds.

"Um...yeah." replied James, uncomfortably aware of how the girl had not let go by now. This was just the kind of uncompromising situation James would have drunk broomstick polish rather than let Lily see him in, and he felt her eyes burning into his back.

"Please...just don't leave this time. Please." whispered the girl from somewhere around James' midriff and before he knew what was happening, before he had even made an answer, the girl flung herself upwards and caught James' lips in a flurry of passion, her arms locked tightly around his head so he could not so much as move an inch. Conveniently, Sirius chose this juncture to grant one of his ringing, barking laughs. Startled, the girl ripped herself away from James, swirling around in a blur of fiery red hair to look at Sirius.

"What? Who...What were...WERE YOU SPYING ON US?" she whipped a wand ferociously from her jean pocket and pointed it menacingly at Sirius, her delicate face transformed with a steely anger. Sirius stopped laughing immediately, eyeing the girl's wand and cloudy face . There was something about her that commanded attention.

"No, we weren't" Lily unfurled herself from the depths of the curtains, picking dust bunnies from her robes whilst staring at the girl with contempt. "You had better put down that wand before I make you put it down!" she growled at her. The two girls sized each other up, eyes darting unnecessarily to the other's hair and sweeping in their clothes.

"Oh my god." said the short girl softly. She was staring at Lily's face in an unabashedly open way. Her jaw dropped. "You've got...his...eyes."

"Wait! I've...I've got who's eyes?" Lily demanded.

The girl walked over to James and took his hand in hers. "Harry!" she said, looking pointedly at James "You've got exactly the same colour eyes as Harry!"

"Whoa!" said James, wrenching his hand from hers. This little girl was obviously bewitched...or drunk. "JAMES!" he said loudly and clearly to her. "Jam-es! Not Harry! And my eyes are hazel!" he added scathingly.

"What?" Then hers eyes found the unconscious boy on the floor. Then they darted up to James again. Then to Lily. Then, finally to Sirius. "Oh." she murmured faintly. "That's interesting." she looked up at them all, crowded around her.

"Your James and your Lily." she nodded at each of them, her face's sudden pallor belying its determined expression. "And...Sirius." she smiled wanly, and bent downwards to collect the unconscious boy's hand in hers.

James, Lily, and Sirius just stood there before her clumsily, gluey silence circling the still room like a cumbersome ghost, as the girl took the boy's head tenderly in her arms, and slowly kissed his forehead. James looked quickly away, embarrassed by this honesty.

"How do you know us?" he asked quietly of the girl, his face towards the wall.

The red-haired girl took a while in answering. Though when she did, it was a sentence that James knew he would never be able to forget: "This is Harry. He's your son."

Hahaha! Oh, the scandal! This last line sounds at home in Neighbours or Bold and the Beautiful or some other trashy tv show where everyone gets dirtywith everyone else's grandchilderen. BUT MY FIC IS NOT LIKE THAT! please review, cos then i'll love you. Stay tuned, my filthy monkeys! The next chappie shall be scrum-diddly-umtious! if i do say so myself! (ok, thats enough exclaimation marks in a row!) xoxoxoxoxox