Title: The Tides of Change
Chapter Three: Things You Don't Know and Don't Want to Find Out
Summery: James and Lily travel to the future and meet a seventh year Harry.
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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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."
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An hour and a half later, Dumbledore had sent Lily and James to the Hogwarts dorms. James would share a room with Harry and Ron, while Lily would sleep with Ginny and Hermione.
Lily, who had been in an exasperated mood ever since she learned of her "devastating" (as she—never James—put it) fate, was happy to escape James company.
Laying back on the bed Dumbledore had conjured up for her, Lily sighed.
Why must James ALWAYS pull me into trouble? Why me?
Interrupting her thoughts, Hermione walked in.
"Hey, Lil, I got you a schedule. Dumbledore said to just duplicate mine—are you really as into school as me?"
Smiling, Lily sat up, and took the piece of parchment from Hermione's hand.
"You're taking Muggle Studies? I know I'm a muggle-born, but I still find it fascinating to study them from a wizard's point of view.
Hermione smiled inwardly.
She and Hermione were going to get along.
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"Ouch!"
Harry fell backwards onto his bed—he had just been pelted by James in a pillow fight. If Hermione or Lily had been there, the first word out of their mouths would've been "Boys!"
Although James was a good three inches taller then Sirius and six when it came to Remus, Harry was the exact same size—tall, with a good build, and lean.
Ron threw a pillow at James.
James caught it in the middle of a laughing fit.
"I wish Mum or Dad were this much fun. All they do is work, cook and clean," Ron stated glumly.
Raising his eyebrows, James laughed.
"Ask Harry how I am now as an old crusty. I'm sure I'm as boring as any parent for miles around."
Ron shook his head, his face suddenly crumpled in concern. Unfortunately, Harry's reaction was the same.
"Come on," James said, not understanding their faces. "I can't be that bad."
"I don't know whither you would be or not. You see, Dad, you're dead."
Obviously, this wasn't the answer James expected.
So instead of thinking or telling Lily, he threw a pillow at Harry and started laughing again, and he tried to forget about it in the middle of the talk of the cutest girls and quidditch standings.
Unfortunately, that didn't really work.
