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James' POV

He sat on the couch while his father sat in his favorite chair. There was some part of him that knew this wasn't a happy story. His mother never acted like that before.

His father said," James you know how our family is designated as a light family. What you are taught in school is not correct. In truth the designation is not correct. Our world no longer goes by the old ways however. Thanks to the muggleborn population."

James felt anger flood through him. The old ways inhibited the muggleborns. Most purebloods wanted them to be nothing more than second class citizens. James hated that ideology. Honestly he thought his father was better than that.

As if sensing his thoughts his father said," Listen to what I have to say before you condemn me, James. There are four types of magicals. Light, Darkness, Neutral and Grey. Our cores are defined by this. That doesn't mean we can use other magics it's just more difficult. Potter's family magic is Grey. That means we can do light, dark, and neutral magics freely. I went to school with a boy whose magic was naturally dark and was thought to be a muggleborn. It turned out he was a halfblood who had been abandoned."

What did this have to do with anything? Why was his father telling him these things? James didn't understand.

Charlus continued," Many years ago our ancestors swore an oath of neutrality in the real war between the Light and the Darkness. I don't mean Light and Dark magic. Our world needs both to survive. Otherwise eventually we will lose our magic entirely. No what I mean is the true Light and Dark. Each has their own representatives. I believe you met one of the Light's representatives this year. A man by the name of Merriman Lyon."

The sword play teacher? How was the old man a Light representative? He would make a better history professor than anything else. Still he dutifully listened to his father.

"He is what's called an Old One. My father described them as people neither young nor old being outside of time. No one is sure when exactly he is from. Just that he comes and goes as he pleases. Never looking any different than if you had just seen him yesterday. No one is sure how many Old Ones there are. Just that they are the protectors of the world. The Dark I only know of one. Though I have never met him. They call him the Rider. Not much is known about him but he's the reason that we are the last of the Potters."

Now his interest was even more peaked. What could Rider have done to his family?

His father seemed to compose himself some before he said," The oath of neutrality was to protect our family. My great great great grandfather broke it. He was a friend of an Old One and decided to side with them. According to the family journals our family was cursed to never have more than a single child. That every child we would have would be struggle. Even to get through childhood."

James remembered how sickly he used to be. Even though he had been vaccinated he came down with Dragon Pox. Then he came down with wizarding flu.

The fact that his father was a seventh son spoke of the trials he had. He was the only living sibling out of at least six others. It made James wonder about his own siblings. They had said he was the oldest of a set of triplets.

He asked carefully," What happened to my younger siblings, Father?"

For a moment his father was silent then he said," Let me continue first then I will answer," he nodded," Ever since then there has only ever been one Potter child at a time. I was the only child to survive past their third birthday. When your mother and I tried to have you it was difficult. We tried for years to have a child. For a long time we thought I was infertile. Then we found out your mother was pregnant I was so happy. Then we found out that we were having triplets. It was such a happy time. In the years since I found out about the curse I had forgotten."

James knew where this was going. His siblings were dead. Just like his father's.

His father said," Three weeks after we brought you home it happened. I was working late and Dorea was home alone with you. You were crying so she took you with her. When I came home I went to check on Harrison and Alexander. When I went into your shared room they were gone. We called the aurors. There wasn't a trace of any magical signatures. We searched for weeks and there was no leads. Eventually the ministry gave up. Your mother always blamed herself. That if only she had taken all three of you. It wouldn't have happened."

Now he understood both the happiness and the sadness that he saw on her face on his birthday. His mother was thinking about the two boys they had lost. The name Harrison stuck with him. There was a Slytherin named Harrison. It couldn't be. Could it?

His father said tiredly," There was one more thing. Something I never told your mother because I thought it was impossible. Being a pureblood heir you know that we only have one or two children. The reason for this is because the more children we have the more strain it puts on our bodies. Having too many could kill us. Also the more children a wizard and witch have the less magically powerful they will be. This however happens when the magical core is formed when they are three. If it isn't formed right the child is rindered a squib."

That was why there was only one or two children to a family. It was something he wondered about. Something Lily had once asked him because she couldn't find it in any of the books. He didn't know how to answer her. It made sense though.

His father's next words sent ice down his spine," What I never told your mother was that there was a prophecy. One about the seventh son of a seventh son. A seventh of a seventh arises. Born to fight the true Darkness is his destiny. Through time he crosses to right the wrongs and find the signs. Six signs to ward off the dark once more. A seventh of a seventh arises. I suspect that the Rider didn't know which one was the seventh. So he took both to rid the world of its hope."

James paled at the words of the prophecy. It could have just as easily have been him.

He asked," Who was my youngest brother?"

Despite his question he knew even before his father answered," Harrison. Harrison was the youngest."

Harrison's POV
Three year time skip

Two black haired teens landed painfully on the stone steps. The taller black haired boy landed on the smaller. The smaller groaned. It took several moments for either of them to move.

The taller boy rolled off and they got up. Harrison shook his head trying to clear his head. No matter how many times he stepped through time it made his head fuzzy.

Harrison asked," When are we now?"

Looking around he saw the familiar stone walls. They were in Hogwarts. Given the age of the stone it wasn't back with the Founders. That made him sad. They had an interesting times with the Founders.

Severus said with a casual flick of his wand," Tempus."

The numbers appeared causing both of their hearts to stop. October 31, 1974 8:30 pm. They were back in their time. When they should have been.

They both grinned. Out of all the times they could have ended up. This was the best time. After the last one anything could have been better.

Severus said," We made it back. We are back home."

Home was a bit of stretch. While Severus had a mother here. Harrison had no one. He had felt most at home with the Founders who looked after him.

Harrison said with a fake smile," We are back. I guess our first order of business would be to find a professor."

Given the time the professors were likely supervising the Halloweeen feast. The moment they turned however both boys drew their wands. Slightly familiar men and women stood before them. It had been so long that neither was going to take a chance.

It wasn't until Albus Dumbledore stepped forward did they relax. Relax but not put away their wands. It had been three years since they had walked through time. Three years since these particular professors had seen them. It would be a miracle that they recognized either child off the back.

Dumbledore asked not at all perturbed by the wands," Where did you boys come from? I don't remember seeing you at the feast."

Harrison saw Marvolo Slytherin edging around the group. He was trying to get a clear view of the two boys. While Dumbeldore had not drawn his wand the Slytherin heir had.

Harrison elbowed his brother in all but blood. Severus barely gave a nod of acknowledgment. He saw the Defense professor as well. Thanks to their training with the Founders. Both boys could duel with the best. After all it wasn't every day someone could duel with Gordric Gryffindor and live to tell the tale.

Harrison answered eyeing the man carefully," I am Harrison Evans and this is Severus Snape. You don't remember seeing us because we weren't there."

He saw half of the professors stiffen. Behind them the students were beginning to come out. Shock courses through most of the student body. Here were two boys looking no older than fourth years pointing their wands at professors.

Most of the time Harrison would have agreed with them. Not when it came to himself and Severus. They had not survived stepping through time into multiple time periods only to be taken down by a professor. One whose only real achievement was taking down a Dark Lord.

Dumbledore's stopped their usual twinkling. He said in a much less cheerful tone," Maybe we should take this to my office boy's. So that we can confirm your identities."

The Head of Slytherin was around the professors. His wand was at the ready. Likely to stun them and get them away from the students. Too bad for him. If they had not been trained the way they had it would have worked. Silently he nudged Severus. They both prepared to use wordless spells.

They had become proficient with wordless magic. Any spell they knew they could use it wordlessly. They were still working on their wandless magic. Basic spells they could do but not as well as they could with a wand.

Harrison knew if they were stunned they would br searched. His book of spells and potions would be taken. Something he could not allow.

He snapped drawing the attention of the students," If you plan on stunning us. You have another thing coming. We will go to your office but under our own power. If you try something you won't like the consequences."

He could have threatened them further. It was only Severus hand that calmed him. They didn't know the full story not did they need to.

Dumbledore held out his hand as he said," Alright let's go then."

Harrison snorted a reply," If you think we are turning our backs to you. You're even crazier than I thought. Lead the way professor."

Realizing he would get nowhere with an argument the man led them to his office. Harrison kept his eyes open. Something told him an old one was near. As much as he didn't want to meet with them he had to. According to Sal there was something he had to know. His mentor refused to go into it telling him to find the Old One he who was meant to be his mentor.

It made him miss his time in the past. At least then he knew where he stood with people. Here he had been gone so long it was hard to tell. His memories of this time were not pleasant, either.