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Hey everyone! I am so thrilled with all of the reviews so THANX! And finally, this is the most that I had written when I was 10 but don't fret! For I am bound and determined to continue and FINISH this story! It might just take longer on the postings since I've got finals coming up! Until then! TTFN Ta Ta For Now!

Ginny's POV
As soon as the door closed behind James, Harry turned to me and asked if I was alright. I looked up into his attractive face and gave him a small smile. I opened my mouth to say that I've been better, but no sound came out. I was just starring into his eyes. 'God, he's hot,' I think to myself. I found myself getting lost in his gorgeous eyes. Drowning in them and everything around us seemed to dissolve. Even in serious situations, Harry always had this effect on me.

"Ginny?" he said, bringing me back down to earth. I tore my eyes away from his and looked down at the ground feeling the blood rush to my face.

"Do you think they'll let us go?" I asked. It was the first thing that popped into my mind; I still refused to glance at Harry.
"Yes." he said without a hint of doubt. And because of this I looked up.

"How can you be so sure?"
"They...just seem like trustworthy people, that's all." He left my side and started to examine the room. He had a curious look on his face, one that I had never seen before. Not on him, anyways. It always showed up on Hermione's features instead. His extraordinary green eyes had misted over, and I could tell he was deep in thought.

Harry's POV

"You okay?" I asked Ginny as soon as Lily and James had left the room. The only thing I got for an answer from her, however, was staring. I have to admit, it is defiantly uncomfortable when she does that.

She always seems to just zone out, for some reason or other.

Shifting slightly, I decided to end the silence, "Ginny?"

Her chocolate eyes snapped away from me quickly and she turned to gaze at the ground instead.

"Do you think they'll let us go?" she asked.

"Yes."

She turned her eyes to my face as she asked, "How can you be so sure?"

"They just seem like trustworthy people, that's all."

'If they're anything like what Sirius and Remus said about them, anyways,' I added mentally. I was still in complete shock from this whole situation. I couldn't believe it. I had just been talking with my parents! My Parents! 'No,' I thought to myself, 'This could just be one of Voldemort's sick tricks….but what if it really is them?' My head began to spin with the thought of all of this perhaps being the real deal. But, if so, how did it happen?
End Harry's POV

Lily/James POV
"So, you going to let me in on this?" James asked as soon as he was sure the door was locked.

"James, remember how he said that he had found an old diary that had L.M.E. in gold at the bottom?" James nodded.

"That's my diary. Lillian Merie Evans. Those are my initials!" said Lily. James just starred at her, completely unfazed by her statement.

"Lily, that's impossible. I saw you writing in it 'bout an hour before they came here." James said as he nodded his towards the room where Harry and Ginny were.

"No James. It's not. You see, mydiaryhadaTime-TravelEnchantmentonit." Lily said very quickly because of how ridiculous it sounded, and she was sure James would burst out laughing or say that she was crazy. But he didn't. He just continued to stare at her.

"A Time-Travel Enchantment." he said, no emotion in his voice. "Lily, the only possible way to travel through time, is to use a Time Turner. You can't put an enchantment of that kind on objects! It says so in the books!" said James, his voice rising.

"Since when do you listen to what books say?" Lily retorted. James was at a loss for words. He shook his head in a defeated sort of way.

"So who do you think they are?" he finally asked.

"I don't know about the girl, but I do believe I know who the boy is."

"Who?"

"Our son. No just listen to me, James. He looks exactly like you, but he has my eyes. His name is even the same as the name we picked for our son. And he had my diary." Lily looked James in the eyes while saying this.

"Lils, I know all the clues are pointing in that direction, but what if it's a trick. You know what times are like these days." Lily clearly understanding what he meant, thought about this. After a moments silence, she came to a conclusion.

"We'll ask him to show us his arm. And Ginny's too." James cocked an eyebrow at her.

"You know all Death Eaters have a Dark Mark! And they don't disappear! Even if they're under some kind of descise!" said Lily. She gave James a just-try-to-say-I'm-wrong look. James did try. But he couldn't even get more then three words out before realizing that Lily had him stumped.

"Shall we go back in and try out your theory?" James said opening the door and bowing her in.

Back in the room
Harry and Ginny's attention snapped to the door as it started to open. Neither said anything nor moved as Lily and James entered and looked over at them, their eyes lingering on Harry for a few seconds.

"Stick out your arms please." James said suddenly. Ginny and Harry exchanged curious looks with each other before obeying. As soon as the two teens extended their arms, James and Lily moved towards them to start checking for any traces of a Dark Mark. James checked Harry, while Lily checked Ginny. They both passed, though Harry took longer to check. James refused to let a simple glance over to be efficient. He continually used all the revealing spells he could think of, and all the while, Harry had a look of deep annoyance on his face. After about 5 minute of this, James finally gave up, but only because Harry finally snapped.

"Alright! Alright! I think you tried every revealing charm in the book!"

He backed away from Harry, sighing and nodding. Lily smiled and walked up to Harry so that she could have a better look at him. She felt a great swell of pride as she examined her son. He was so much like James on the outside, yet, somehow she knew he had more of her personality traits, even if he only showed James' bit right now.

Unable to hold in her emotion by just standing there, she quickly leaned in and engulfed her future son in a warm, motherly hug. But he didn't hug back. He was in complete shock. He just stood there.

What exactly was happening? This was totally…unreal! There was no other word that could possibly describe the situation. Did this mean they knew? How could they? I mean, he had just figured out what was going on so how could his parents know? Ginny didn't even know! Swallowing the lump that had begun to develop in his throat, Harry spoke gently into his mother's ear as she held him close, "Does this mean we're caught?" Her musical laughter filled the room as she disentangled herself from her son, holding him out at arms length so that she could, once more, give him a good look over. Her familiar emerald eyes were dancing with merriment and joy as she replied,

"It very well does indeed." She gazed fondly at him before raising her right hand from its place on Harry's shoulder to caress his cheek. It was mind blowing for Harry to be touched so tenderly, so lovingly. The only time he had ever had this much physical contact from anyone was to receive the occasional back-hand from his uncle for "being such an incompetent lowlife". A mother's touch had always been something that he had been deprived of as a child, and to finally have someone that cared so much for him…he couldn't even begin to express his feelings, at least not verbally. Before he even realized exactly what he was doing, Harry had closed the distance between them and engulfed his mother, HIS mother, in an embrace.

"My boy," his mother whispered into his ear as tears began to trail down her porcelain cheek, "My son."

James hung back as he watched the exchange between mother and son, pride shining clearly through his hazel eyes, his heart swelling with the barrage of feelings that seemed to have over taken him. He could just hear Sirius going on about how cheesy this whole affair might seem, but for the first time in his life, James found that he could care less what Sirius thought. Nothing could possibly ruin this perfect moment. 'Kodak moment,' he chuckled silently to himself.

Ginny was bewildered from the highest point, here she was all by herself and Harry was embracing his parents; she just looked on. Ginny felt like an outsider.
Lily looked over at Ginny, "Do you want to go ahead downstairs? We haven't had lunch yet?"
Ginny felt her stomach lurched and remembered that she hadn't eaten since breakfast.
"Sure, Harry, are you coming?"
James and Harry nodded, following the girls to the kitchen.

Once in the kitchen, they were greeted by the delicious smells of bacon sizzling on the stove and pancakes and waffles fresh off the frying pan, while a rather chubby house elf was scurrying this way and that, muttering to it's self. The group of four paused by the doorframe entrance (you know how some rooms have entrances that look like they're supposed to have a door but don't) into the kitchen. Harry and Ginny watched the little elf amusedly, smiles upon their faces. James took this time to coincidently clear his throat, and as soon as he did, the house elf halted and turned its eyes upon the visitors. You could clearly see that this was a female. She had a pudgy, warm, little face that held a lopsided smile. Her nose was a bit squished in, kind of like a pug, and her eyes were lit with a twinkle that Albus Dumbledore would be proud of. But what really caught the attention of Ginny and Harry, was that the elf's eyes were two different colors. The right orb was a beautiful robin's egg blue, while the left was magenta.
"Master James! Mistress Lily!" exclaimed the elf as she quickly trotted over to them.
"I was not knowing yous was going to have company! I would have made more!" Lily let out a soft, musical laugh at the creature's anxious face.

"That's quite alright Ceda (C-da). I would like to introduce you to Ginny and Harry," she purposely left off Harry's last name. She figured it would be best to keep his true identity to themselves for a while.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Ceda." said Ginny politely while Harry nodded. Ceda gave a little curtsy as a sign of welcome.

"Would Mister and Miss like anything?" she asked the newcomers, but her attention was on Harry and James.

"A bagel, if you have any." Harry asked, he hadn't realized how hungry he was.

"Make that four, one for him and three for me." Ginny quickly added. She noticed everyone staring at her as soon as she finished her request.

"What? I'm starving!" Harry rolled his eyes at her, which in turn, caused her to elbow him in the ribs. He let out a small grunt as her elbow collided with his side, and backed a little bit away from her, at least enough so that he was out of her range. Lily and James were both smiling as they watched the two.

Ceda gave another little curtsy before bustling off to the other end of the kitchen to retrieve the bagels. James motioned for the two teenagers from the future to a small table made of hansom redwood with a polished finish that had four matching chairs, and a high chair (for later use, of course) surrounding it. Lily pulled out one of the chairs and carefully seated herself in it while Ginny just plopped down in another. Lily eyed her with a twinge of envy. Man, she couldn't' wait for July to roll around so that she could loose this extra baby wait. But Harry and James both remained standing.

"Have a seat," said James to Harry. He, however, seemed quite content on just standing.
"I'm fine thanks." Harry leaned against the wall behind him, crossing his strong arms over his chest as he said this. Though, as soon as he met Ginny's eyes, Harry grudgingly, yet obediently seated himself in the last remaining chair. James raised an eyebrow at him, along with a small smile playing on his lips.

James pulled out the last remaining chair and sat himself down in it. Lily had just opened her mouth to say something, when Ceda's little humming grew louder and the elf's small, pudgy hands appeared from the back of the kitchen fallowed closely by the rest of her. She walked to the table, still humming a little tune to herself, and set down three golden-brown bagels in front of Ginny, before proceeding to pass Harry his one.
"Thanks," Harry said as the small meal was placed in his hand.

"Yes, thank you," said Ginny, "but do you happen to have any-" before she could finish, however, butter, cinnamon, and jams of all sorts appeared on the table in front of her. She gazed at all of the extras had materialized before her and squeaked out another small thanks as the elf disappeared back into the kitchen.

Ginny stuttered, "So… how did you and James get together in the first place? From what I hear, you hated James through and through."
Lily smiled and looked over at James, "Well, I did but then we got into our final year at Hogwarts you know NEWT year. James told Professor McGonagall that he wanted to become an Auror. He never told anyone, not even Sirius. The professor told him that if he was to become an Auror he would have to shape up, so he did. The arrogance was gone; the prat of Hogwarts became a respected member of Hogwarts. He did finally tell Sirius when they had gotten into a big fight about how James didn't ever do fun things anymore, but of course they made up. Then he had the nerve to ask me out on a date politely. I said okay and that set us up."
Harry sat up in his chair and reached for the raspberry jam. "Is Sirius still around?"
James looked at him curiously, "Why wouldn't he be?"
"Becua---"
Ginny hit him underneath the table, causing him to yelp with the sudden pain in his shin and glare in Ginny's direction, before falling silent while munching on his bagel.
"Why wouldn't he be around?" Lily looked at him inquisitively as well. Ginny's eyes snapped to the older woman before replying,
"Nothing…nothing at all."

"I've heard you two used to be Head Boy and Girl in your day. I can understand how Mum got the position, but wasn't Remus the prefect?" Harry asked, changing the subject as soon as he could.

"That's true, we both were and Remus was a prefect. But just because you're a prefect one year, doesn't mean you will be the next. You could, maybe, not live up to the expectations of the position. You know, not do your jobs." Lily responded. She was still curious about Sirius, but she could tell that now was not the time, if any, to talk about it.

"I've never heard of a prefect being fired. They always become Head Boy or Girl, as far as I know." It was true; nobody had ever seen a single prefect at Hogwarts change. If you were a prefect one year, you would be it the next. At least, that's what it had always been like during Harry's and Ginny's time at the school.

"Why was Remus replaced? I never thought he was the kind to not do the job right," said Ginny. Over the past year, or two, she had gotten to know Remus very well because of the Order. She, like Harry, Ron, and Hermione, had come to know Remus Lupin as a member of the family, as well as a mentor. Not once had he failed at a task that he had committed himself too.

'Maybe,' she thought to herself, 'he just didn't want to be a prefect.' James answered her question.

"Remus did the job alright, in fact, he almost became the job. You see, he started to take the role so seriously, that his friendships were beginning to get damaged. Rem landed my friends and me in more detentions then any teacher, and that's saying something." James paused for a moment to let this sink in and all the while Harry and Ginny stayed quiet and leaned in to show that they were waiting for more story.
James chuckled quietly to himself.

"As the weeks went by, Sirius, Peter," Harry stiffened at the name but nobody noticed… except Lily, "and I began to leave him out and ignore him. Not something we wanted to do, I can tell you, but everything else we tried just wasn't getting through Rem's thick skull. This strategy didn't work, at least not for a bit. Remus began to give us the cold shoulder as well. He didn't understand why we were being the way we were, so he let himself give in to his nastier side. It amazed us how Remus could be such a know-it-all, yet not get what we were doing. Though, just when we were about to give up on him, he finally figured it out. Felt terrible, he did. So much so, that he declined the offer to be prefect for the next year."

"So you got it instead." Harry finished. James nodded.
"I'm sorry Mr. Potter," said Ginny," but you still don't seem the type that's fit for a prefect. Especially after all you did in school."

"Ah, heard about that did you? Shouldn't be surprised. My group of friends and I caused more trouble then any other students in Hogwarts history. We even had a nick-name for our posse that we were known all around the school by," James said, he had a funny look to eye as he sat fondly remembering the good old days at school. Ginny and Harry, who were starting to feel more at home, sat comfortably in their chairs. Ginny had her elbows on the table in front of her with her head resting on her hands, while Harry was leaning over, his arms resting on his legs, which were spread a little bit apart.

"The Marauders."

The new and completely unexpected voice answered from the doorway of the kitchen, jolting the small group away from their private little conversation.

'That voice…it can't possibly be Him?' Harry found himself thinking as he slowly turned his head towards the direction of the newcomer, only to lay eyes on a young man with shaggy black hair that hung slightly in his dark brown eyes that shown with mischief and humor. His face was full and youthful, wrinkles had started to form around his mouth as a result of a constant smile. Harry felt himself gulp as he gazed at a 22 year old…