A/N: I'm glad you all liked the first chapter, 27 reviews for it! That's pretty good in my opinion, and if that keeps up hopefully I could get to 50 by the time I get back from vacation on Friday. Please? Please, I'll give you a major fluff chapter when I get home! Does that sound good? Anyway, I haven't yet written the next chapter, so I have no teaser. Just a warning.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

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Chapter 2: Lily

"Ennerviate."

I opened my eyes slowly as if from a deep sleep. My sense of touch was stronger than that of sight as I awoke, and I quickly realized I was on a bed of some sort, above the soft covers. As my eyes began to adjust I found a man standing on the other side of my bed, behind the footboard. Upon closer inspection, I saw that he was a much older Remus Lupin. My memory of what had happened when I had woken up before swam before my eyes and I instantly sat up, regretting almost immediately as my blood rushed to my head. "No, no. Stay down, no need to worry, you're safe here." "I looked at him disbelievingly, but complied. Although I was scared out of my mind, the Remus Lupin I knew could be trusted. This man, however, I wasn't sure of yet. But my head was killing me, so I had no other choice. "Now I understand that you're confused and lost, so I'll do my best to explain what I can at this point in time." To hell I was lost! Anyone could see that! He placed his hands on the top of the footboard, looking solemn. "You are in year 2006 and I am the Remus Lupin you knew at school." I gasped, sitting up slowly. Suddenly he wasn't so funny.

"Who?" I asked urgently, my eyes never leaving his navy ones. He shifted his weight anxiously onto one foot, unconsciously biting his bottom lip.

"I'm afraid that no matter what way I tell you this, Lily, you'll still be confused."

"I don't care, just tell me how I got here!" He broke my gaze and looked down at the gray quilt on which I was sitting.

"The man who you say a few minutes ago, the one you thought was James, he brought you here." I waved my hand for him to continue. "His name is Harry and he is James' son. This may not make sense, but he is also yours." I let out a humorless laugh.

"Like that would ever happen. Potter and I procreating?" Remus silenced me with a stern look and I sank backwards, moving my hand to fiddle with the hem of my shirt. "But please continue."

"I know the idea of you and James may seem outrageous, but you'll just have to trust me. Anyway, Harry made a very bad decision and created you here."

"Created me? What, aren't I around in this time?" A very pained expression flitted across the man's face, making me want to eat my words. "Well, how did he do this?"

"An ancient spell, dark magic. It found the time when you were most at peace and relaxed, and recreated you at that age with all of your memories up to that point in the present." I blinked at him, raising my eyebrows.

"I don't know what you mean by peaceful, our NEWTs are only a year away and my parents are still ranting about Petunia's new idiot boyfriend, and you and Potter and Black are always sneaking into my dorms, planting dung bombs and booby trapping the stairways! Honestly, Potter and Black need babysitters; they can't go ten minutes without hexing some Slytherin. If I had a Knut for each time I've gotten asked out on a date in the-,"

"Stop Lily!" Remus gasped, squeezing his eyes shut as he leant forward, pressing his weight against his hands. During my mini-tyrade I hadn't noticed his face scrunch up in sadness and his skin grow clammy. "Just stop." At a loss for what to say, I nodded, even though his eyes were shut and he couldn't see me, and I mumbled,

"Sorry." Reeling even more confused than before, I asked, "Is there any way for me to get back?" He came out of his awkward revere and opened his eyes with a sigh. I waited patiently for him to answer, folding my legs underneath me.

"No. I'm afraid that you'll have to live here." Normally I would have started a panic attack, yelling at Remus and completely freaking out, but I realized something. If I was over twenty years in the future, and I had a son, and Remus was still around, wouldn't I still be also? Granted I hadn't been thrown under a bus of course. Couldn't I find out about my future and my past? Technically, couldn't I grow up with myself? But if Harry was my son, and Potter was his father, did that mean I would have to deal with James?

"Remus, if I'm in the future, does that mean I'll meet myself?" The effect my question had was frightening, though not to the untamed eye. The man took a very slow, deep breath and looked away, as I noticed his hands beginning to shake. What on earth had happened? "Remus?" He gulped, and resumed biting his lip. It was obvious what his silence meant. "My god, I'm dead aren't I?" That seemed to wake him up to a degree.

"What I am about to tell you may be frightening, but I must ask you not to ask questions until I'm finished, okay?" I nodded. "When we were in school, You-Know-Who was gaining in power. He started doing mass-killing sprees on muggles and during one such massacre your parents were killed." I gasped, but he put up his hand to stop me from speaking. "Because of this you turned to James for support and during your seventh school year your friendship with him grew to a romance." If I had been back home I would have snorted at the tackiness of his words. "Anyway, when we were in our early twenties You-Know-Who came after you and James. James died protecting you, as did you protecting Harry, your one-year-old son. Because of this protection Harry survived and You-Know-Who's Avada Kedavra rebounded onto him, but he didn't die. He was resurrected during Harry's fourth year at Hogwarts."

"Wait a sec," I interrupted suddenly as curiosity got the better of me. Remus looked back to me, a little annoyed that I had stopped him. "If Potter and I died, who took care of Harry?"

"Your sister and her husband." My jaw dropped.

"Petunia?" I exclaimed. "Who would put a child with that psycho?"

"Dumbledore placed him there for a number of reasons. Normally Sirius would have-"

"Black? That's even worse!" Remus glared at me.

"Sirius would have taken him, but he was…" Remus took yet another deep breath, his glare fading to a downtrodden scowl. "Indisposed."

"How?" I asked shamelessly, unconsciously scooting further down the bed.

"It doesn't matter, alright?" He snapped back, and I shrunk back again. Seeing this, he softened. "I'm sorry Lily, it just isn't a pleasant story."

"No, I shouldn't have asked," I replied quietly. He nodded, his dark blond hair falling loosely into his haunted eyes.

"Anyway, during Harry's fourth year, You-Know-Who was resurrected. Most of the people who had lived through the first year, died during the second." There was an undertone to his voice when he said that last sentence that sent a shiver up my spine. He plowed on, "Those who survived weren't the same anyway. A few months ago Harry defeated You-Know-Who, but the pressure from being in his position and the paparazzi, who have taken a liking to him, have driven him slightly crazy, so sometimes he tends to act without thinking and make bad decisions."

"And that's how I'm here now?" I asked. He nodded. "Wow. So there's no way to get back?"

"No. I suppose you can come to Hogwarts with me when term starts in a few days, but you'll need an alias, as well as clothing and school stuff. Plus, we can let Harry deal with his own consequences."

"Can I ask you a question, Remus?" I asked hesitantly, a little unsure about this older Remus Lupin. He looked older, yes, but he was still the teenager who had helped me with my transfiguration homework only a few hours ago! And yet his eyes, they had so much more experience. He'd seen sadness… death possibly. He was wiser, and also much more solemn. It hurt to look him in the eye.

"Go ahead." There was so much I wanted to ask him. Had I passed all my NEWTs? Had I gotten a job as an auror as I had planned? Had I really married Potter, ruler of all that is arrogant and juvenile? But one question mattered the most.

"You said a lot of people died in the war. Who's left?" My question lingered in the stale air as I watched Remus swallow, his mouth dry. Part of me dreaded his answer. It wouldn't be pleasant, judging by the ghosts in his eyes. He might have tried to hide them from others, but I knew Remus too well. After all, I was the one who had first figured out that he was a werewolf. I waited for him to reply with baited breath, a little scared by the lost look that glazed over his eyes like a net. Then he softly answered, almost so quietly that I didn't hear him,

"Me." Before I could reach out and take his hand in what seemed like a way to comfort him, a hesitant knock was made on the door. Remus called, "Come in." The James-look-alike, or my son I should say, gently pushed open the door, carrying a small tray. He avoided my eyes, looking guilty, as he passed it off to Remus, before clasping his hands behind his back and looking towards the floor. My friend turned to me and handed me the tray, saying, "I figured you might be hungry." With a smile I realized that he had given me toast, prepared just the way I liked it.

"Thanks Remus." I shamelessly dug in, not really listening to the conversation that followed between my son and the man before me.

"Harry, do you think any of Ginny's old things would fit Lily? She'll need some clothing until I can go to Diagon Alley." Harry's eyes widened as he took a step back, looking towards his dresser.

"Gin didn't like to share her things, she never wanted anyone to stretch out her clothes." Remus sighed, obviously expecting this.

"I know this is hard for you, Harry, but Ginny isn't here to protest and we need someth-,"

"No!" Harry yelled, grabbing my attention. I looked up, halfway through cutting my food, to see him standing in front of his dresser, arms spread protectively across its front. "No! I won't let you, these are Ginny's things!"

"I understand that you want to keep them safe, but you won't be able to move on if you keep these things boxed up like this!" Remus replied gently, stepping forward. Harry narrowed his eyes, and I was eerily reminded of myself when I had fought James. Not that I would ever fight that egghead again.

"You're one to talk! I've seen you staring at Tonks's wedding pictures for hours on end. She's dead too!" Apparently Harry had hit him where it hurt, because Remus shrunk backwards, wearing a shocked expression. "I had to watch Ginny die, knowing there was nothing I could do because I was the 'Chosen One'. You just heard about it from Mr. Weasley! Don't tell me I need to move on!"

"You think it wasn't hard to hear about it hours later when she was already long gone? I felt completely powerless, finding out again one of my loved ones had died! Just as I felt when I found out about James and Lily, Sirius and Peter! You got to see her final breath; you got to say your goodbyes! I got to read about that stuff in the paper!" I watched hopeless as the two went back and forth. Who was Ginny? Who was Tonks?

"You would rather have watched Tonks die?"

"I would have rather been able to say goodbye to her! Nymph died two days after our honeymoon!" Remus had been married.

"At least you got a wedding! I was going to propose to Ginny when we got here! I have the ring in my dresser!" I gasped, watching as my son's eyes, so much like my own, filled up with tears.

"But you have friends, people to turn to! Who do I have, Harry?"

"Do you think Hermione and Ron understand? Do you really think I could turn to them?" My god, what had I walked into?

"Yes! You could and they would listen!"

"Really Remus? Well you're wrong! I've never had anybody to turn to!"

"You had Sirius! You had Ginny! You had the Weasleys! I had Nymph for a few years, that's it!" Remus, face flushed and each breath quick and sharp, then stormed off, slamming the door behind him. I sat stupefied as Harry stared at the door for a few seconds, before breaking down and sliding to the floor, leaning his back to the dresser. Not really aware of what I was doing, I pushed my tray off my lap and walked over to him, and then I sat down next to him and pulled his head against my shoulder.

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A/N: I hope you all liked that. I didn't mean for it to be so angst, so sorry. Then again, it was fun to write. So ha. I have no teaser for you, so I'll just have to tell you that it involves more planning for Lily, and possibly a trip to Diagon Alley, probably with Harry and Lily.

Next POV: Harry (I'll do Remus eventually.)

Final Word Count: 2373 (They will get longer, I'm trying.)