Title: The Tides of Change

Chapter Two: 1996?

Summery: James and Lily travel to the future and meet a sixth year Harry, and madness ensues.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. I wish I did, because Dumbledore wouldn't be- well never mind. Harry Potter just would be slightly- erm- different.

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"James, all the cauldrons are empty and the calendar-"

James, not understanding, looked up.

"1996," he read aloud.

How the hell…? James thought.

Just then, Snape walked in.

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"Potter, Weasley! Remove your selves from my classroom!"

Lily gasped…Severus? All grown up? That greasy-haired teenager?"

On the other hand, James, surprised as he may have been, let nothing save a sneer of disgust shine through.

"Snivellus? Teaching at Hogwarts…I suppose you're a spy for Voldemort and you teach summer's at Durmstrang?"

"Potter? Get you and that slut Evans out of my office! Now!"

Fire flickered in James eyes, fire deeper then the stuff occupying the torches on the wall.

"Don't you insult Lily, you son of a (censored)!"

James pulled Lily out of the classroom, much to Lily's annoyance.

"James! Get the hell off me! I can walk, you know!"

James let go of her hand without protest.

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A good hour later, after silently wandering the halls in James invisibility cloak, they walked right into someone.

"Bloody hell, Ron! I walked into thin air!" came a voice similar to James's out of thin air.

"You're right Harry!"

A girls voice spoke now.

"I TOLD you two this was a bad idea…why me? Why?"

"SHUT UP, HERMIONE!" came the boys voice in unison.

James, annoyed with the fact he had not a clue what was going on, spoke up.

"Okay…I know someone's there. On the count of three, we take off the cloak."

"'Kay…" everyone muttered under their breath.

Hermione and Ron, of course, thought Harry had said this.

1…2…3…

The two cloaks lay on the ground.

Lily looked from Harry…to James…back to Harry…

James was just as taken aback.

"WOW! I've still got a fan club twenty years in the future!"

In awe, Hermione was the first to make the connection- but Lily probably would've won if she was able to believe it.

Gasping and pointing, Hermione was looking between Lily, James and Harry.

She could've said the were Harry Potter's parents. But Hermione, being as clever as she was, didn't. Even when she had seen them for less then three minutes, she knew they weren't going to marry each other anytime soon.

"You're from the future, aren't you? I'm going to take you to Dumbledore. He'll know what to do."

"You know Lily; you look really hot when you're worried."

Lily smacked James. Hard.

"Shut you're mouth, Potter."

"Well, now that we're in the future you'll go out with-"

"No."

James did puppy dog eyes.

"Please, Lily sweetest?"

"James, please…now is not the time."

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A good hour and a half later, James and Lily were sitting in front of Dumbledore, having just explained their predicament.

"So, let me see, James went with Lily down to the Dungeons and found a cauldron filled with blood red liquid, fell into the smoke, and ended up here?"

Nodding, James responded, "Yes, professor."

Dumbledore continued.

"You met Snape on the way and," at this Dumbledore's eyes twinkled, "a member of the James Potter Quidditch Fan Club?"

Lily answered this time.

"Yes, James thinks he's part of the future JPQFC. But I don't. I think he's Potter's son."

Then Lily, who was sitting next to James, shook her head in disgust.

"Who would have a kid with that thing? Eww…that's nasty…"

Dumbledore, to Lily's misfortune, overheard the last part. Looking highly amused, he spoke.

"On the first note, you are correct, Lily. He is James son."

Lily's nose crinkled. More then I ever want to hear about Potter, she thought.

She whispered to James, "Do you even know the wife? It could be ANYONE, knowing you."

James face lit up, as he chose to ignore Lily's comment.

"Okay- so I've got a wife! Is she sexy, Professor?"

Now, Dumbledore looked at James, clearly highly amused, and on the verge of bursting out laughing.

Nodding towards Lily, Dumbledore spoke.

"You can ask her yourself."