As the day wore on, he got more tired and irritable and decided to go back to his apartment. As Peter drifted off to sleep he began to dream.

"What shall we name him?" whispered a male voice looking down at the baby that lay in his wife's arms.

Peter watched from the corner of the room, watching the red haired woman as she looked into her husband's face. The man with messy black hair and glasses smiled at her as he leaned down and kissed her forehead and then their child's soft downy mop of brown hair.

" How about Peter, Peter Michael?" the woman said looking into their son's tiny face.

" Peter Michael Potter, has a nice ring to it, Happy Birthday, little man" he said.

Peter awoke with a start and found he was staring into the picture of his younger self, his cousin and aunt and uncle. He looked closer at the couple and brought the frame closer to him and sighed as he looked at his clock and realised it was too late to call MJ back.

Meanwhile back in Surrey.

Harry lay on his bed and stared at the old picture of his grandparents and his newfound aunt, and then looked at the two wands that lay on his bedside table, next to the picture of his mother and father.

At that moment Hedwig flew through the open window and perched herself on the top of her cage when Harry jumped up in surprise to see there was a letter attached to her leg, he went to his drawer and pulled out some owl treats and fed them to her as he ripped open the reply from Remus.

Dear H,

I am unsure as to what you mean by new found information, however if you believe this to be true, I will call round as soon as you get this.

Love R

He looked at his watch and then made his way downstairs with the box and wands to wait for Lupin.

At 5.30pm, Remus stepped out the fireplace in a puff of great green smoke and smiled at Harry.

Harry immediately went to the kitchen and started to make a pot of tea.

"How are you Harry?"

Harry nodded, "I'm okay, you?"

Remus looked at the box and the wands that stuck out of it and then looked into Harry's eyes.