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A/N oki, here's another chapter. Hopefully I'm picking up the darn plot! it took awhile, and I'm sorry, but now that its working... more updates! No school! More updates! -hears cheers- Okay you must love le beta because she had computer trouble and still got this update to me as fast as she could (Yeah I realize the summer's frying my brain and I'm insane)

inumoon3 Yeah I know... and your the reason I started this story! I'm sorry about the lack of updating.. plots.. are evil. :(


Harry didn't really know where to look for clues on how to go back into time, and was even more at a loss to know what time Draco was in. Harry knew there were other people who'd gotten caught with Draco, but he wasn't even sure they'd been taken to the same time.

He hoped they were, easier to get them all back if they were in the same time.

Harry had dragged Ron and Hermione to the library, ignoring the strict orders from the professors to not go into it just yet. "Harry we shouldn't be doing this." Hermione said, trying to get his attention away from the library doors.

Harry just ignored her voice of reason, and walked slowly into the library, looking around for the vortex of violet magic that was a time pocket. He didn't see any so he ventured on with Ron following just as slowly and Hermione scowling at the two boys.

"Harry, there aren't any books on time pockets, I already told you about that! The magic to create them was thought of as a natural magic that no one could create!" Hermione said again, looking around the shelves for possible books on it.

"You know, mate, Hermione's right. We'll never be able to figure something out if the teachers haven't been able to think about something to get those people back to this time." Ron said, looking at the doors longingly.

"I'm not looking for a book!" Harry snapped, getting on all fours and looking under the library tables and chairs.

"Then what are you looking for?" Hermione asked, confused.

"Some sort of bloody clue…" Harry mumbled, squinting through his glasses to see if he could see anything that was out of place.

"Like what?" Ron asked, crouching on the floor as well, watching Harry as he searched for something that didn't seem to be there.

Harry sat up on his knees, staring at his friends. "You know when that animal attacked Draco and I? Well if that many people got through one time pocket, if it was one time pocket, then maybe it was open long enough for something to come out the other end. They were in the library when they got caught up in the time pocket, so it shouldn't be too far, should it?" Harry said, and Hermione stared at him in amazement.

"Whoa, Harry." Ron said, letting out a whistle of appreciation from his mouth.

"What?" Harry asked cluelessly, wondering why they were looking at him as if he were a genius.

"That is one of the smartest things I've ever heard out of your mouth. I'm starting to wonder if pregnancy makes males smarter." Hermione stated, looking around the library for something that Harry described. Something from another time.

"Thank yo—HEY! Wait just a bloody minute; I am smart when I'm not pregnant! Shut up Ron!" Harry said, about ready to kick his friend like Hermione did, but Hermione interrupted the violence between the two best friends.

"Harry, Ron, has there always been a statue of the Greek god Hermes in the library? Right beside the book case of Harmful Herbology?" Hermione asked, from behind a book case.

"What the-?" Harry and Ron exclaimed, and he and Ron walked towards Hermione's voice. There, beside the said bookcase of Harmful Herbology, was a life size of a man holding a staff, which was winged and had two snakes coiling around it. The statue itself seemed to be in great detail, down to the cap on his head.

Robes had been carved in the, what looked like marble, stone, wrapping around the god's lower half, leaving the muscular shoulders showing. The clear eyes looked out to the world unseeing, and the hand was raised up holding the staff, the other hand seemed to have been either left off or broken off.

"Who the hell is that?" Ron asked, looking at the statue with his mouth hanging open and his eyes speaking 'This is crazy.' Harry would agree with him on that one.

"It's Hermes, you idiots. If you ever read something that wasn't about Quidditch you'd understand. You can tell by his staff with two snakes." Hermione said, glaring at them much like Professor McGonagall would.

"I know who Hermes is." Ron snapped back, trying to defend his pride, of how smart he was, one of the two. Harry, on the other hand, didn't have a clue why it mattered if he knew about which god was which.

"Okay, can we have three minutes of peace please?" Harry asked and Ron and Hermione's mouths snapped shut, yet they still looked like they wanted to argue with each other very badly. "So this thing wasn't hear before then, that might mean… OH NO! Draco and my mother are in ancient Greece?"

"Well not necessarily, Harry. But if that statue is here, it might have changed history so it's in our books where they might be. I mean a statue disappearing, someone's bound to have written about that." Hermione said.

"Why would it have been written down?" Ron asked her.

"Dumbledore said history could be rewritten because of these time pockets. With the absence of that statue, our history has been changed slightly now. It's paradox, very confusing." Hermione explained, and Harry just nodded, trying to pretend he'd understood a word of it.

"Why didn't the teachers say anything about this statue then? They couldn't have missed it!" Ron said, looking the thing up and down again.

"I don't know." Hermione said truthfully. Harry growled out what he thought though.

"The old coot's keeping things from us again."

"Maybe, but maybe he just didn't want another situation where someone gets hurt, like with what happened to Sirius." Hermione said, and there was a silence as Harry scowled at the floor, hating feeling like that had been his entire fault.

Harry knew in the end she was right. If he had known about that he would have gone off riding on a white horse to save Draco without giving it an ounce of thought. Because he'd been forced to go search for things, he'd thought about how to get Draco and his mother back, and what could and could not work.

"So how do we get them back?" Harry asked finally, breaking the silence.

"We go tell Dumbledore we want to help." Hermione replied.


The marauders weren't doing their normal things. Wreaking havoc wasn't as interesting as it used to be to James, and without James wanting to do anything, Sirius was left with Remus and Peter, who didn't think up great plans like James.

All in all, life was very boring to all four of them, and it wasn't until three days after Lily had been swept up in the time pocket that something of interest came up.

Harry Potter was going to save the people who'd been swept up into time, it was being whispered all over the school, a raging gossip that relieved some, and made others say 'traditional Potter' but those were mainly the Slytherins who still held a grudge against Harry even after he and Draco Malfoy had gotten together.

Now how exactly that leaked out to the student body no one was sure, because it WAS supposed to be a secret, but sadly, Harry Potter and secrets don't go well together. So needless to say, when James decided he'd ask Harry if he could go along and save Lily with him, it wasn't the most surprising thing ever to happen.

James tracked down his son in the bathroom, throwing up yet again like he did every morning. "I'm getting -so- sick of this." Harry said, running the tap water and splashing some onto his face. "One of these days, Draco's gonna pay with dirty diapers."

"How many more months do you have?" James asked, it had to be a lot, he didn't look pregnant, wasn't even showing. But of course, he could be using a concealment charm.

Harry grimaced, his green eyes darkening. "I have eight; I'm not even out of my first trimester yet." Harry said, turning off the water and leaning on the sink's counter.

"Your what?" James said, looking confused. What exactly does a trimester have to do with pregnancy?

"First three months, I got another two months of this glorious morning sickness." Harry explained, looking at himself in the mirror and glaring at his own reflection. He'd never even known about a trimester before this, and Draco had gone and ruined his happy ignorance. Draco was never going to live this down. Harry wondered why he was saving the git again.

"So, you're going to go save Draco right?" James finally asked, looking away from Harry who looked annoyed now.

"Yes, although I can't say I should. Bloody bastard gets me pregnant because it feels good for him! FOR HIM! He didn't think about ME! The one who's going to pay for this! Oh wait.. How did you know? Dumbledore wanted to keep it a secret." Harry replied.

James smiled sheepishly. "It kinda leaked out. I want to come with you, I want to help you. Lily might think better of me for it, you know." James said reasonably, knowing also that Sirius was dying to go on an adventure as well. Remus still wasn't comfortable with it and Peter would do anything James did, James knew that much.

Harry looked at him, as if trying to decide what to tell him. Finally Harry spoke, it wasn't a yes or no, so it made James hopeful. "I don't know. Ask Dumbledore maybe? I just don't think anyone should know about it besides you and me, though. Then they might all want to go. I don't think we want all the students going through time and mucking it up even more."

James nodded, his black hair falling all over the place again. He could just see it, one big huge fieldtrip with the whole of Hogwarts castle wanting to go back in time. It was likely to get messy if the population of Hogwarts found out more then just Harry could go. (we thank Chornyi for that line)

"Okay, thanks Harry, I'll be sure to ask the headmaster for permission." James said, and bounded out of the bathroom, leaving Harry to shake his head and stare into the mirror again, lost in his own thoughts.


"Potter!" Snape barked, and the two men sitting down reading a book on time travel, which curiously left out time pockets, looked up at an older Snape's angry face, and Snape seemed to falter for a second, looking at both of them.

"Yes Professor/Snape?" they asked, and Snape looked as if this was his nightmare come true. James seemed to think this was funny as hell, but Harry only wanted to know why his professor was addressing him right now.

"Miss Granger found a book about the statue we have in our library, she thinks the group of students were sent to Thebes around the 6th century. Now if you two block heads can think of some sort of plan from that book Dumbledore estimates we should be able to go back into time and rescue them in about one week." Snape said, and walked away curtly.

"I hate him." Harry mumbled, and looked around in the book a little bit more. His eyes skimmed every word, every section, every phrase, and yet none of them said anything about traveling back into time without a time turner. But they were going too far back into the past to use a time turner.

"Why haven't we told the ministry about this again?" James asked, looking over at Ron who was shuffling through the aisles, looking for more books.

"If the ministry finds out, all of the students parents will find out, and they'll want to keep their children safe. We've got enough troubles with Voldemort, we don't want to have the one place we're really safe in taken away because the ministry closes the school down for the students safety." Harry replied, saying the words bitterly.

"Right." James said, thinking it best if he just got off the topic, because Harry was acting as if he was ready to pull off everyone's head. James liked his head on his neck, so he kept his mouth shut. 'Harry can be worse then Lily' James thought.

"I think we should just give up on this book Harry." James said, sighing and looking around the table. They'd already pulled off all the books on time traveling off the shelf, and they seemed to be very strict about using a time turner.

"Well this is the last one, there has to be something on it!" Harry said, looking forlornly at the bookshelves, which now held a very big gap from one section to another where the books on time travel had been.

"Yeah but… all it says is use a time turner! And its already been made apparent by the professors that if we use a time turner, we could lose it, it would take too many turns to actually get to where they might be, and we could never get back to our time, the time turner would take us there but it would never take us back, we'd die before we ever got back!" James protested, searching through more chapters of the book.

"ARGH." Harry cried and slammed his head on the book in front of him, seeing nothing of an alternative in the book. "We'll never get them back now, I'll be stuck on my own with this child, and I'll never see Draco again, and I'll—" Harry started to rant into the coarse pages his head was laying on.

"Ugh, shut up! We'll find something, okay?" James said groaning as he pulled his hands over his ears, not wanting to hear Harry rant on about how horrible his life was going to become if they couldn't rescue the students stuck in time.

"OI, HARRY. I THINK I FOUND SOMETHING!" Harry's friend, Ron, called from behind a shelf waving a book around over his head. The book looked green, with gold lettering swirling around, highlighting the title of the book. It said 'The Strange and Unusual.'

"You don't have to yell." James grumbled hoisting his arm onto the table, resting his head on it lazily. Ron walked up quickly to them and set the book down, opening it to a page he'd marked off.

James looked up and craned his neck over the table, staring at the page the book had been opened to. "It says that time pockets are opened with the Fusionnement Des Périodes, a really complicated spell apparently. You can open a bunch of time pockets in one area with the spell, and to reopen the same time pocket, you need to say the counter spell… Which looks even harder to pronounce." Ron said, reading from the book.

James looked at Harry, who was staring into space, the wheels in his head obviously turning, but not a word of what he was thinking was said out loud so he and Ron could share in his thoughts.

"Doesn't seem that bad." Harry finally said, a big smile gracing his face. "We'd better get that information back to Snape, or he'll have our heads." And with saying that, Harry got up, picked up the book, and walked out of the library whistling.

"He's kind of scary." James said, watching his sons fading back leave the library.

"He's only this way when he doesn't get sex." Ron replied back, and they both looked at each other and burst out laughing. James didn't know if it was true or not, but he was willing to bet there was some truth in the statement.

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