Authors Note: Oh my gosh! Could I have left you waiting much longer! I feel horrible! I wont tell you all the details on why it took so long because that would be boring, but I've been busy again. I hope this chapter is long enough for you.

tondothehalfelf(): I'm glad that you really like my story and think that it's really good. Could I recommend any time traveling stories? HHHMMM. Nobody has ever asked my opinion before. I'll have to think about it. It depends on what you like and dislike. For example I know an excellent story, but it's Hermione who travels back in time and she falls in love with Remus and some people don't like that kind of stuff.

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H.p. knowledge ( ): Yes Moody, but he's not going to have a very big part. I didn't put him at all in this chapter. I don't know about lack of paragraphs, but I'm horrible at spelling. Just because English is my first language does not make me at all good at spelling. You have a point with the last seat, but I had planed on doing something with that, but I just found it easier to skip it and move on to a different point of the story. Ok Voldemort. Got it. Why aren't they in 6th year? I've got no clue. I just felt like putting them in seventh year. How could they all see Harry? Good point I didn't even think of that they probably couldn't. And how could they all intemperate his emotions on his face? I've got no clue. I know that I most certainly can't do it, but the way that she writes is as if everyone can. Yeah! I love kudos! Especially the M&M! Glad you liked that chapter, but all my chapters are probably a bit shorter than they should be. Not this one I hope though. Cliffhangers are good. They keep people reading. Here is the longer chapter.

True H.p. Fan ( ): Of course I read the last part of Dumbledore's speech. At least a dozen times! However 1.It was outside of the house and 2. It was for the sake of the story!

Elizabeth Annette: Aahh James is too arrogant isn't he. And he gets more so in this chapter. Sigh. Poor Harry.

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Little Lioness: He will start to think. Probably in the next chapter or so.

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Lil Miss Potter: Do you really think it has promise?! Wow, I feel so loved!

wolfawaken: James a prat! Never! Oh he most certainly is.

Sallywags: Actually I think that after this chapter I'm going to try to make James and Harry more peaceable. People ignore you! How mean!

chica91: I know what Harry will think of him. He'll think that he is unloved! Poor Harry!

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Chapter 7

Time Reveals All

An onlooker would have thought, from a distance, that their was nothing abnormal about the four boys walking up the path from Hogsmeade headed back to Hogwarts after a relaxing day in town.

On closer examination however they would see that the boys attention was fixed on a spot in the sky over the school's Quidditch pitch.

As the boys approached the pitch they recognized the boy as me Harry Prezorski. Exactly who they were looking for.

One boy with messy black hair opened his mouth to call out to him but stopped dead as the figure in the sky dived straight for him.

The boys watched him in astonishment as he dove, twisted, swooped, and turned using the whole pitch to his advantage.

"Wow! He's good." Sirius said appreciatively. "If you weren't so set on being enemies with him James he could be the new seeker for the Quidditch team. It's going to be hard to find a new one since Henry Carozza graduated last year."

James watched the boy fly around a set of goal posts before answering. "He does have talent. I'm not denying that, but he's only here for a year. Then what would we do? Besides, he's not a true Gryffindor. He wasn't sorted by the hat and he doesn't fit in. Nobody really likes him. Imagine how they would react if I made him seeker."

"Ok I can see your point. Now, let's get this over with Prongs. I'm hungry and I want to get inside and eat."

James nodded and cupped his hands to his mouth. "Hey you! New kid!"

Harry whirled around faster than you could blink. He had been in the middle of practicing a maneuver that Oliver Wood had taught him before he left Hogwarts. Noticing James and the others he whirled about and started to fly away.

"Hold on!" Shouted Sirius as he began to fly off. "We want to talk to you."

Harry hesitated before landing. He didn't know why but he felt nervous. He had avoided talking to any of the marauders. He didn't want to look at what in his time was a dead godfather, and father, a murderer, and all he had left now, since Sirius had died. Who might be dead now from fighting death eaters when he had come to collect Harry. He gulped. 'Don't think about that.' He told himself sternly. Just the thought that Tonks and Remus might be dead had been haunting him the whole time he had been here.

He dismounted his broom and watched as his father and his friends marched up to him with stony looks on their faces. He glanced at each of them in turn, taking in their expressions.

His father looked as though if Harry made one wrong move he would kill without warning. Sirius stood beside him looking just the same. He felt his body stiffen slightly as his eyes fell on Pettigrew. He felt a rush of anger and hate fill him. How dare he stand with Harry's father and godfather. How dare he! He forced his eyes away and turned them to the last remaining person in the group, Lupin.

Harry stared at him it took him a minute to realize why Lupin looked out of place before realizing that Lupin was the only one here that did not look as though he wanted to kill Harry. Instead his face was a mixture of emotions that Harry couldn't read.

"Prezorski," came a voice jolting Harry out of his thoughts, "you and I need to have a little talk."

It was James. Harry felt shaky. He didn't know what James needed to talk to him about but he knew it wasn't good.

"You're new here so I wouldn't expect you to understand, but I feel it necessary to lay down the law for you." James gave Harry a hard look before continuing.

"You don't belong here. You aren't one of us and you never will be! You're just a wizard that Dumbledore took pity on. You weren't really sorted into Gryffindor. Dumbledore just put you their cause we had an extra bed in our dormitory. You stay away from all Gryffindor. We will allow you to use the common room to do homework, but we don't want you getting to close to any of us. Your only here for a year, which doesn't make you one of us. One more thing. Stay away from Lily." And with that, he turned and walked off towards the castle leaving a stunned Harry behind.

Harry stood there staring at the retreating back of his father the words he had just said echoing in his mind. He was so fixed on watching his father that he didn't notice the tears falling down his cheeks. Nor did he notice when Remus slipped away from the group into the shadows and headed back towards him. He didn't take his eyes away from his father until he disappeared inside the castle.

Harry stood there for a few seconds, staring at the door. Then realization came to him. He was cold, hungry, and standing in the middle of an empty Quidditch pitch crying.

He wiped the tears away forcefully, and said aloud to no one in particular. "Well this was what you wanted anyway. In a year the chances are good that you will be dead. Better not to have anyone crying over your grave when you're gone." His face got a wistful look to it. "But still," He said glancing up at the castle one last time, before turning to go put his broom in the shed before heading up for dinner. "Still it would have been nice to get to know them."

Remus stood there shocked by what he had just heard Harry say. He had never disliked the boy and had been rather upset by James, Sirius, and Peter's reaction towards him. Harry had never done anything to them directly. James was just mad at him because Lily had yelled at him. He hadn't wanted to go lecture Harry for nothing but he had as usual just followed his friends. Walking back up to the castle however he had felt guilty so he had left his friends and gone back to apologize. He had been shocked however to find Harry staring after them crying. He had just been about to step out of his hiding spot when Harry had spoken making him freeze and listen.

He now felt angry with himself. If James kept true to his word, which he always did, Harry would have no friends. He thought of what the boy had said and while Harry headed off towards the broom shed he turned back to Hogwarts. He needed to go have a chat with Lily and Mary about Harry and see if they could help.

Lily and Mary had searched the whole of Hogwarts looking for Harry. Neither knew that Harry owned a broom and had no idea where he was. They met up in the Great Hall having spilt up an hour earlier, Mary to search the Dungeons and Lily, the Astronomy Tower.

"No luck?"

"Nothing."

"Where could he be!" Lily asked despairingly.

"We checked everywhere, how could we have lost him?"

"Well we didn't check outside maybe we should check there, but let's have dinner first." Mary suggested sensibly.

"Alright." Lily replied reluctantly as the doors to the Great Hall opened and students started to come in.

They chose a seat at the Gryffindor table that gave them a clear view of the doors so they could watch everyone who came in.

Halfway through their meal the marauders minus one walked in. Lily groaned. Her nerves were already stretched from worrying about Harry; she did not need aggravation now.

"Hello my dear Lily, my beautiful flower, how are you today?" Came the annoying voice of James Potter as he Sirius and Peter slid onto the bench across from them blocking their view of the door.

"Black move your sorry ass and get out of my sight and for Gods sake stop blocking my view of the door!" Mary said sharply when he sat down across from her. Everyone knew that he fancied her and she returned the fancy, so for her to speak to him like that was a clear sign of her aggravation.

Sirius stared at her in shock complying.

"What's got you so upset?" He asked, a little hurt by her words.

"The fact that we've searched the whole castle and still can't find him is there any chance you've seen him?"

"Pray tell who are you talking about?" Asked Sirius a bit anger entering his voice at the mention of another boy.

"Harry you fool, Harry!" She snapped her aggravation getting the best of her.

A stormy look crossed Sirius' face and he opened his mouth to retaliate when the doors flew open and in flew a Remus Lupin who was clearly distressed.

Spotting Lily and Mary he made a beeline straight for them, and slid to a stop next to him clutching a stitch in his side and, not noticing James, Sirius, and Peter, he gasped out. "Lily, Mary, had to find you. Figured you knew him best. James, Sirius, and Peter upset him. I stayed behind and saw him cry and heard what he said. You need to know." All of a sudden he froze when he spotted James, Sirius, and Peter sitting their looking like they wanted to kill him.

James opened his mouth to say something but was cut off when for the second time that night the doors flew open admitting a single person.

Instantly the Gryffindors froze as their six pairs of eyes flew towards the one person that they all knew was standing there.

"Harry!" Lily shouted getting up, closely followed by Harry, and sprinting towards him. "Where were you?"

"Flying." Harry said shortly spotting James.

Lily saw the direction of Harry's glance. "Harry I don't know what they told you but don't listen to them."

Harry didn't say anything. Just looked at the ground.

"I didn't know you owned a broom Harry, what kind is it?" Mary asked tentatively hoping to engage Harry in conversation and lighten the atmosphere.

However it didn't work because Harry completely ignored her. "Look," He said bluntly, "I appreciate it but it being friends with me isn't a good idea. Trust me. Now you'll have to excuse me I'm rather hungry."

Both girls stared at him shocked while he sidestepped them and, instead of sitting down at the Gryffindor table to eat, walked to the end of the hall and disappeared through a side door.

The following week was one that confused the whole of Hogwarts.

James, Sirius, and Peter weren't talking to Remus since he had told Lily and Mary about what they said to Harry. Harry himself was never seen except at meal times when he walked through the Great Hall and through the side door all the time. He no longer slept in the dormitory, or was in the Gryffindor Tower at all anymore and no one knew where he had taken up residence.

Lily and Mary, for their part, were furious at the marauders, with the exception of Remus, for what they had said to Harry. Lily had been so furious that she took fifty (50) points from Gryffindor and gave them all detention for two weeks.

It was dinner on Friday when about half way through the meal Harry walked in and, as usual, walked through. Lily and Mary could do nothing but sit and watch, for they had learned he always seemed to disappear on them.

This time however as soon as the door that Harry disappeared through closed, Remus stood up and followed him.

Remus had been watching Harry all week. When the dormitory was empty he had gone in and stolen the Marauder's Map. He knew that by using it he would be able to help him find out where Harry went.

As soon as he disappeared through the door he pulled out the map. Harry was standing not to far down the corridor in front of the painting of a fruit bowl that led into the kitchens.

Remus frowned as he looked at Harry on the map. Harry's last name was Prezorski, right? That's what all the kids called him. The teachers too, and he couldn't imagine some of them calling anybody by a false name; take Professor McGonagall, the new transfiguration teacher, for instance. Heck! Even Dumbledore had said quite clearly that his name was Prezorski. So then why on Earth did the map have him labeled as Harry Potter?

He stared at the map in disbelief. Maybe it was malfunctioning. Maybe he couldn't read or something he shook his head and added that to his list of questions to ask Harry, or better yet James when he was on speaking terms with him again. After all, James had done most of the work on the map.

He stared back at the map trying hard to ignore the fact that it said Potter instead of Prezorski, just in time to see him enter the kitchen.

"So that's where he goes to eat." Remus contemplated quietly. "Fine then. It's time for him and I to have a little talk."

And with that he stowed the map in his bag and headed for the kitchens.

He reached the painting of the fruit bowl and reached up and tickled the pear. He watched it giggle and squirm before turning into a handle to pull open the door.

Gripping it firmly he slowly pulled the door open and stepped into the kitchen the portrait closing automatically behind him.

Harry was sitting at a table trying to eat, complement the food, and get the house elves to leave him to eat in peace politely. He didn't seem to be having much luck.

Remus knew he was going to be careful if he wanted to talk to Harry without having him disappear to wherever it is he went at night. Harry had only been here a few weeks but he already seemed to know the castle better than many seventh years.

As if sensing him Harry turned around to look at him. Harry frowned, but then, much to Remus's surprise he smiled and waved him over.

Remus, feeling bewildered, complied taking the seat across from Harry.

"I suppose your hungry? You probably skipped dinner to come and find me."

Remus just nodded dumbstruck, this boy had been avoiding his, Lily's, and Mary's every attempt to talk to him all week and here he was acting as though nothing had happened. However he did have a point, Remus was hungry.

Harry flagged down a house elf.

"Could I have another meal for Remus here? Now he's not very hungry so don't get him something huge. He's just a bit peckish."

As the house elf scurried away Harry turned to Remus and muttered, "Never tell house elves your hungry. I did that once," He shuddered, "you could have fed the entire population of Brazil from the amount of food that they gave me."

Remus laughed. It felt almost as if he were sitting in the Gryffindor common room laughing at one of Sirius' jokes.

'No, not Sirius,' He thought suddenly, 'James.' Something about Harry reminded him a lot of James. Somehow it seemed to him that, that was exactly the kind of thing that James would say.

The house elf came scurrying back with Remus's food and he was pleased to discover that there was plenty to eat. Indeed too much, and so that when he was finished there was still a sizable amount of food on his plate.

This whole time Harry had been watching Remus. Not doing anything, just watching, and he was making Remus uncomfortable.

Remus looked up and met Harry's eyes. They were a startling green. They looked like pools of emerald and they held so many secrets and had such of depth to them that Remus feared that if he looked into them for to long he would drown. But there was something familiar about his eyes he had seen them not even an hour ago on a pretty red-haired Gryffindor prefect, as he watched the owner of the pair of eyes he was looking at now. He had Lily's eyes!

Remus jerked away his gaze shaking. He gripped the table hard to stop himself from shaking. He knew then. The Marauder's Map was never wrong. He knew why Harry hadn't wanted to get close to any of them. The idea that Remus had now in his head was ludicrous. But what if he was right? It would explain everything. His reaction to James and Sirius, Peter, Lily, even him! Harry wasn't a Prezorski. He was a Potter. The son of Lily and James Potter. And he was from the future.

Authors Note: Ok no clue where I'm going to go from here so it might take me a while to get the next chapter up. Thanks for the advice and I got so many reviews! Wow! I feel loved. Keep it up and don't flame.