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Dumbledore sat, absent mindedly stroking Fawkes. His mind however, was focused much further away, on a certain green-eyed baby, and two professors.

Two heads of houses that barely hid their disapproval for each other even while working along side the other in the war against Voldemort. The heads of two houses that had headedly competed against each other since the four founders created Hogwarts.

They'd always eyed each other with distain; then, suddenly they were babysitting together! Dumbledore had at first believed it to be a practical joke when the portrait that had reported it told him. When he'd realised it was true he immediately became suspicious. He was doubted this as the real story. More likely, it was a cover for something else, and the two professors would tell him the problem in the morning.

It was now ten o'clock that night, and neither Professor had even hinted they had to speak to him. They'd even been reported speaking civilly in the teacher's lounge. Dumbledore hadn't told the portraits to spy on the two, rather all portraits in Hogwarts reported anything greatly out of the ordinary to the headmaster.

Obviously several portraits deemed this newsworthy, as five separate people had told him. Now though, the question was what to do?

He didn't want to accuse them if they were starting to actually become friends, but Dumbledore didn't know where a baby came into the equation. Why did they share their time babysitting? This had all started after the downfall of Voldemort, maybe they were just celebrating in their own way. But starting a relationship and voluntarily babysitting?

Even for McGonagall, this was unlikely to be a coincidence. Add Snape, and Dumbledore knew something was wrong.

Oh well, he'd tell them at breakfast that he had to speak to them. There were other matters to discuss, and hopefully he could coax the current problem out of them.

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"James Potter! Get down here at once!" Lily yelled to her husband, who was currently flying with Harry.

"Aww, come on Lils, he's in a baby capsule." James replied, touching down in front of his livid wife.

"Well," she paused, finally noticing the baby capsule that held a smiling baby. "Why didn't you tell me you had bought a capsule to take Harry flying?"

"The moment I realised you would've tried to talk me out of it." he replied sheepishly.

In the end, Lily gave in and James and Harry were once again in the air, but only after reassurances that James would be extra careful. Harry giggled as they flew through the air.

"You're going to be a real star some day Harry." James said as they completed dive. "You're going to be the best quidditch player ever!" Harry just smiled contentedly, he couldn't remember ever being happier.

When he'd first arrived back in the past he'd been overjoyed at seeing people that he'd grown up around, people that he loved and had died. Seeing his parents however, had not gone as he had expected.

Sure he loved his parents and missed them, but it was the longing for people he'd been told about, not parents that had raised and loved him.

The first few days here, he'd tried to act like a roll model baby, too worried they'd find him out and hate him or something.

He knew it was ridiculous, but he'd longed to have a proper childhood with Lily and James for so long that he'd been bombarded with insecurities and worries.

Now though, he'd finally come out of his shell, and was immensely enjoying himself. Disappointed when they stopped for the day, Harry soon lightened up to find that though as Lily insisted on playing with Harry.

James and Lily sat with Harry in the lounge room, with several toys. They were however, trying to teach him to walk. Though the distance was only about two feet apart, they held him the whole way.

Remus emerged from his room, looking sickly and pale, but smiled at Harry before taking a seat nearby.

I'll do it for them. Harry thought resolutely.

He knew walking was not that much of a big deal at eighteen, but at one he'd struggled, though he knew he could do it; shakily.

But it was well worth it to see the look of happiness in his parents eyes. He waited till James was holding him up, before letting go of his tight grip on his father's hands. With no support, his body was still adjusting to supporting itself. My balance hasn't developed yet, either. He concluded.

Still, he managed a step, then another; before sinking into his mothers hands. She scooped him up and cuddled him, praising him. James joined in and the family joined in a hug. When they broke apart, their further attempts was interrupted by a smiling Remus.

"You do realise as soon as he can walk properly he'll be running off everywhere? You'll have to keep him on a leash if he becomes anything like his father" he joked. Harry grinned mischievously at their sickly companion.

Soon he'll never have to worry again. Harry consoled himself at having to put the Christmas present off. Some of the ingredients were hard to get, and he knew he was demanding a lot by Snape to have it ready in less then two months, but he knew Snape was up to it.

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It had been just over a month, and Harry was having the time of his life. James, he'd discovered, had time off until after Christmas, and Lily had opted to get extended leave until February.

Christmas was approaching fast, and Harry was caught up in the excitement. Both parents had taken him on their shopping spree's, so he knew what almost everyone but himself was getting.

James had bought Lily a beautiful necklace with a white lily pendant and Lily had bought James the latest broom, a Nimbus 2.5, and a servicing kit.

Together, they'd bought Sirius a few books on muggle pranks, with several items that the books used. Remus, they'd bought a collection of books on Defence Against the Dark Arts and Transfiguration - his two favourite subjects.

Harry had finally been able to get some time alone when James and Lily had left Remus to look after him while they went shopping for his Christmas presents.

Harry was going stir crazy, and desperately wanted something his age to do. He shot a bit of accidental magic at Remus and said werewolf was soon snoozing lightly on the lounge. Oops. Harry thought when he realised what he'd done. Wait, accidental magic? That didn't take anything out of my magic stores though. It was more! Harry had no idea what was going on.

His parents had said not to expect them back before four o'clock that afternoon, as they were taking care of several other things too.

Oh well, Harry grabbed Remus's wand, going into his parent's bedroom, to where they'd hidden the Christmas presents. Grabbing an advanced transfiguration book, he sat down and began reading.

Two hours later, about one o'clock in the afternoon, Harry finally achieved a very tricky piece of transfiguration. He'd changed one of James' shoes into a griffin.

An object to an animal was difficult, but an object to an animal was even harder, only a few seventh years succeeded. Harry watched it leap up and run for the door.

Damn! He thought raising his and changed it back, before it had a chance to get out the doorway. He froze however, as he saw that the doorway was already blocked.

Remus had woken up, and by the look on his face, had seen what Harry had done.

"Wanna Bottle." Harry mumbled, babylike. Well Its worth a shot.

Remus seemed to gather himself up, and glared venomously at Harry. "I don't know what you did with the real Harry, but unless you tell me who you are and what you're doing right now, you'll wish you'd never been born."

"Uh, Remus, pwease sit down?" Harry started uncertainly. Remus continued standing where he was, glaring. "Who are you?"

"I am Hawwy. I'm not an impostew."

"Then what's going on? Why aren't you acting like a baby should? That's very advanced magic, not to mention the sudden improvement of vocabulary. You've got a lot to explain." Remus replied accusingly.

Harry, however noticed a slight tremor in Remus' voice. He'd finally realised his wand was in Harry's hands.

Harry noticed this, and slowly put the wand on the ground, letting it go to show Remus he wasn't going to use it.

"I am the real Hawwy, I'm just not fwom here and now. It's a long stowy" Harry could now almost speak clearly, even if it was in a high pitched toddler's voice.

"I'm not going anywhere." Remus replied suspiciously, though now Harry had put down his wand, the hostility was replaced with confusion and distrust.

"Well, you see," Harry began slowly, thinking of the best way to tell Remus and have him believe him. "I'm sowta fwom the future. Well, a part of my soul is, I came back fwom the future after some… pwoblems. My future and past souls joined, so I am really little Hawwy, but I'm also Hawwy from the future too." He said earnestly.

If anything, Remus looked even more disbelieving. "And how am I supposed to believe that? Do you have anything to prove it?"

"Nothing tangible came back… Wait! I know stuff, maybe there's something I know that no one else would?" Harry hoped.

"Like what?" Remus inquired dubiously.

"The marauders!" Harry exclaimed, Happy to have though of something straight away. "You, Peter, James and Sirius called yourselves marauders."

"That's become pretty common knowledge." Remus replied. "What did we call ourselves?"

"Padfoot, Moony, Wormtail and Pwongs." Harry replied easily. "For a werewolf, stag, dog and… wat" he bit back a growl at the thought of the rat. "Together, you made the mawauder's map, which only answers to the password: I solemnly swear I'm up to no good."

Remus was now looking at Harry with shock. Harry deciding to break the ice, picked up the wand and handed it back to Remus, who took it gingerly. "Wow, I mean… wow." He muttered. "So what's going on?"

"Well I haven't done anything in months. I just wanted a bit of pwactice, but it seems I have weally bad luck. I didn't think you'd wake up so soon." Harry suddenly realised his surroundings. "Oh, you're going to have to pwetend you didn't know about them books, they're your Chwistmas pwesent." Harry mumbled.

Remus started collecting the books, returning them to the cupboard. "I meant why did you come back to the past? What's going on, that you've gone years back?"

"Oh, we didn't know we'd go this far back." Harry tried avoiding the question.

"We? Who else came back?" Remus asked, picking up on Harry's rushed mistake.

"McGonagall," Harry muttered, seeing no way out of it, at least Remus hadn't noticed the topic change yet. "But you can't tell anyone, not even Mum and Dad!" he added.

"Okay," Remus replied slowly. Brightening, he added, "I could help you. McGonagall can't always be there… She never had a mid-life crisis did she." Remus asked, going off on a tangent. Harry snickered, "Nah, she didn't even know Sevewus was going to say that."

"Severus?" Remus noticed the first name basis Harry was on. "He knows too, doesn't he?" Remus asked accusingly.

"…Yeah, but he weally isn't a death eater. He saved my life. In the future I mean. I weally got to know him well, and he's helping McGonagall and I" Harry rushed, not wanting an argument.

"Well, okay." Remus conceded. "But he's on probation. Anyone else?"

Harry shook his head. He had an idea that would get Snape on Remus's good side. "Just remember when you get your Christmas gift off McGonagall, Snape made it. You'll see."

"What is it?"

"Not telling."

"Aww" Remus whined. "Please?"

"Nope, but you'll love it."

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That was their last time alone for a while though, so Harry had to go back to pretending constantly. Even his time with Snape and McGonagall became less, but Harry didn't mind. His parents were always around, and he had a family.

A lone tear fell down harry's face at that last thought. Not of sorrow or hurt, but of happiness. Lily and James were the best parents Harry could ask for. His nightmares grew less, but when they came on, Lily or James always appeared, rocking him, calming him, and chasing the memories away.

His parents helped him work through them, and now his dreams were usually happier, and without death that had until recently been the key part.

They'd been replaced by dreams ofLily helping him mix chocolate cake mix and getting more on himself and her, then was left in the bowl, even the times Lily took Harry shopping. Or his dad taking him flying, or getting him to help do the laundry. Needless to say, no clothes gotcleaned that day.

Here he had a family.

A real, loving family.

A bit shorter than I intended, but it seemed like the right place to stop. As a few people have requested, we have more of Harry interacting! And I've already started on the next chappie, but I'm not going to tell you what happens! (-.-)

R&R, please?