They found themselves in entirely different surroundings. Glancing around the new room, they both noticed that the place had a very…quidditchy look to it. It had a grassy green carpet, with walls charmed to look like a perfect blue sky, clouds moving slowly across the walls and, occasionally, a broomstick or a flying snitch would zoom into the scene. But in the corner of the room, was a little white cradle and a chest of seemingly unused toys.

To stunned for words, Harry and Ginny sat frozen on the ground. Only their eyes were moving as they looked at their new scenery. Ginny was the first to snap out of her trance. She didn't move, but she let out a glass shattering scream. Harry quickly clapped a hand over her mouth, but the damage had been done. Someone was now racing up a set of stairs (by the sound of it), and was coming closer, and closer to their room.

Harry and Ginny ran as quietly as possible to the closet at the other end of the room, jammed themselves in and closed the door as much as possible, leaving a crack large enough for them to see if anyone was in a certain part of the room.
Due to the small amount of space, the two teenagers found themselves pressed tightly against each other. The smell of strawberries and crème made its way to Harry's nostrils, calming him down slightly. Ginny was trying her best not to whimper as a man entered the room. The man was tall, around 5' 11" and had black hair. She couldn't tell anything else about him because he had his back to their closet.

He was scanning the room. He even kneeled down and looked under the crib.
Suddenly he turned towards them. The man had glasses, hazelnut brown eyes, and a kind looking face. He was like a replica of Harry, only with sharper features, different eyes, and no scar.
At seeing the man's face, Harry gave an involuntary gasp.

The man now had his full attention on the closet. He quickly withdrew something from his pocket.

'A stick?' thought Ginny.
'Not a stick, a wand!' she corrected herself, mentally berating herself for her stupid mistake.
Harry was looking everywhere, obviously trying to find a way to escape. But they were trapped like mice.
He couldn't even get a grip on his wand without making Ginny shift up against the door.

'This is just peachy.' Harry thought to himself. The man was now only a foot away from the closet door handle. Now, to say that Ginny panicked would be the understatement of the century, so I'll say this instead: she completely blew her lid. One minute she was scrunched between Harry and the wall, the next she was bursting through the closet door, knocking the man aside and running down a hallway.

Stunned from Ginny's sudden reaction, Harry hesitated. Then he tried to make a run for it as well, but before he could make it to the hallway, the man sent a stunning charm his way, which hit him square between the shoulder blades. Harry hit the floor between the doorframe unconscious.

Ginny didn't get far before she ran right into another person. This one was a woman, with long red hair and green eyes. Ginny tried to back-track her steps so that she could get out of the room but the woman gave her a dose of the full body bind, and Ginny's arms and legs sprang together causing her to sway on the spot.
Before she could hit the ground, however, the woman caught her and laid her on her back.

Lily ran, as quickly as she could with a round belly, out of the room where the teenager lay.
"James!" Lily shouted as she looked through all the rooms trying to find her husband.
She finally came to the nursery only to find James sitting on the floor beside yet another teenager.
"Are you alright?" she gasped at him, frightened that maybe the boy on the floor had hurt him.

"I'm fine. You?" he said as he stood up and walked over to her, placing an arm around her shoulders.

"Fine," she replied. She looked down at the boy. He, like the girl, seemed to be about 16 years old, judging by his height. She couldn't see his face because he was lying face down on the carpet. James leaned down and rolled the boy over. He gasped when he saw the boy's face, and so did Lily.
For James it was like looking into a mirror and seeing a younger version of himself. After a few moments of tense silence, Lily spoke.

"Should we move him?" Lily asked, still eyeing the boy's face.

"Yeah. Did you catch that girl?" James asked.

"I did. She's in the dinning room."

"We'll bring him in there, then." James said as he mimicked up a stretcher and placed the stranger upon it.
Once in the dinning room, Lily and James set the boy on the floor beside the girl and locked the doors to be sure that they couldn't make a run for it.
"Enerviate." James said, pointing his wand at the teenager that he had stunned, while Lily was doing the counter curse for the girl.
The boy's eye-lids immediately fluttered open to reveal brilliant green eyes that James knew very well.
The boy took a moment to regain his senses, and as soon as he did, he jumped to his feet facing James, his face clear of emotion. The girl with the red hair, on the other hand, was trembling with fear.

"What are you doing in our house?" demanded James. The teenagers stayed silent. The boy was glaring at James.

"We won't hurt you. Just answer the question. What are you doing in our house?" James asked again.

Neither of the teens said anything for a while, then, "Please sir, we don't know." the girl with waist-length red hair whispered. James looked at her skeptically. Lily had on of her eyebrows cocked at the girl, as if saying, "You could have done better than that". The carrot top turned her amber eyes on Lily and exclaimed,
"It's true, I swear! One minute we," she motioned to the boy and herself," were in the Gryffindor Tower, the next we were in that room." she finished with a pleading look at James.

"Is that so? And what, may I ask, is your story?" Lily asked the boy.

"Same as hers." he said with a shrug.

"Uh uh." said Lily with a glance her husband. James sighed.

"What are your names?" he asked.

"Harry," said the boy, "and Ginny." he motioned to the girl.

"Any last names to go with that?" Neither Harry nor Ginny said anything.
"Ok then." James muttered. "You said you were in Hogwarts. What year are you?"

"Why?" Ginny asked.

"Just want to know." Truthfully, James was planning to ask Dumbledore if he had a Harry and Ginny in a certain year.

"6th and 5th" said Harry. He didn't see the point in not answering the question. It seemed harmless enough.

"Well, Harry, Ginny...what are you doing here?" Lily asked them again.

"We already told you! We were in the Gryffindor Tower then we were here." Harry answered in an exasperated tone.

"Look if you could just let us go, we could get back." Ginny said.

"You're not going anywhere until we get some answer." James said in a rather bored tone as he massaged the bridge of his nose.

"Then I guess we'll be here a while." Harry said with a sigh.

This boy, Harry, was continually amazing both Lily and James. He acted as if this kind of thing happened to him every day. Least, that's what it looked like on the outside. But Ginny could tell that he was just putting on an act.
James gave the boy a You-won't-be-so-calm-when-I'm-through-with-you look, while Harry just mimicked him, by giving him a look that said, clearly, "Try me." James immediately picked up on the meaning and was about to shout something at the boy, but was stopped by Lily as she placed a hand on his back and told him to calm down.

Lily had a weird feeling about this boy, but, of course, she had her reasons. He, after all, looked almost exactly like her husband. He even had a certain trait of James' that used to bug the hell out of her all the time at school: Orneriness. If she didn't know any better, she would have thought that they were talking to their son. But that was impossible because she was still pregnant with their first child. Just when she was starting to dismiss this thought, something else came to her.
'He said his name was Harry. That's the name we chose for our son.'
She walked up to Harry, so that they were only about a foot apart. And she looked deep into his eyes, trying to find some answers to her questions in those hypnotic, yet stunning, emerald green eyes, her green eyes.

"Can you tell me exactly what you were doing before you ended up here?" she quietly asked him.
For some reason, Harry was concentrating on not breaking their eye contact. He felt that it was very important that their eyes remained locked.

"I was up in the boy's dormitory trying to find my Care of Magical Creatures book, when I fond an old leather diary that had L.M.E. written in gold letters at the bottom." he answered, and as he did so, Lily found her eyes widen from shock. How could he have possibly gotten hold of her dairy? She had just written in it about an hour and a half ago.

"My brother and I were waiting for him to come down, but he didn't, so I went up to check on him." Ginny said in a voice barley above a whisper.
"He was reading through that book when I came up. I went and sat down by him. We talked a little, then we were here." she finished. Something clicked in Lily's mind. She had gotten that diary in Diagon Alley when she was eleven years old. The book keeper had warned her about some kind of enchantment over the diary, a Time Travel Enchantment, come to think of it.

Of course, then, she thought it was just some joke the book keeper wanted to pull on her because she was a muggle-born.

"What year is it?" Lily asked suddenly, breaking the silence that had fallen between the members of the group. She was now looking at Ginny.

Ginny gave her a surprised look and said, "1996" James stared at her as if she was mad, but he didn't say anything on account of it looked as if Lily was on to something big.

"It worked," Lily gasped, more to herself then anyone else. "He was right. There really was an enchantment."

"Lily?" James asked concerned. Lily looked as if she was going to collapse. And sure enough, her knees buckled and she fell to the ground.

"Lily, are you all right!" exclaimed James as he dropped to his knees beside her.

"I'm fine. Just..." she shook her beautiful mane of hair. As Ginny and Harry watched, Ginny started to inch towards Harry until she was standing close enough to feel the heat vibrating off of his skin, although she was trying not to seem as freaked as she truly was, she really wasn't doing that great of a job. Sensing this, Harry looked at her out of the corner of his eye and gently grasped onto her hand and gave it a slight reassuring squeeze. Even at this small gesture, Ginny's heart sped up and all her fear was replaced with longing and happiness. She wanted so badly to be able to wrap herself in Harry's comforting embrace, but was just glad that he was even holding her hand. But Ginny was shaken out of her trance as somebody spoke.

"James, I need to talk to you. I think I know what's going on," Lily said as James helped her up. She began to walk out of the room, but stopped and turned towards the teenagers. She opened her mouth to way something, but paused as she looked at how close Harry and Ginny were and at their hands which were intertwined together. They reminded her of another couple, of herself and James when they were younger. She smiled to herself before speaking.
"I'll trust that you two won't go running off while James and I are out in the hallway?" Ginny nodded in response, but Harry had a very surprised look on his face and didn't say anything. After giving Harry one last look, Lily turned towards the door and walked out of the room. James hesitated then followed her out and closed the door behind him.

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