Title: Retrograde

Author: Knife Hand

Feedback: Constructive feedback appreciated, flames unappreciated

Spoilers: Nothing Specific, general for first few books.

Rating: M

Disclaimer: I do not own Hermione, or Luna, or Ginny, or Cho, or... I would buy them all but I am broke.

Summary: Harry's trial before fifth year goes differently because someone knows more than they should about Harry. Time Travel Fic.

A/N: Some people commented that the last scene of the previous chapter was stilted and uncomfortable. It was supposed to be. It was a nervous situation so of course they weren't suave and at ease.

"Say Cheese!" Mrs Bones said.

Harry slipped his arm around Amelia's waist as they both smiled for the photo. The flash went off and Mrs Bones left the two teens alone. It was only a few days before they were to go back to Hogwarts for their Sixth Year and it was the second time that Harry had been over to Bones Manor.

They began to wander around the grounds before settling down under an oak tree. Amelia snuggled into Harry's shoulder and they just sat in a comfortable silence for a few minutes. Gathering her courage, and finally admitting her feelings to herself, Amelia leaned in to kiss Harry, who leaned back slightly to avoid it.

"What's the matter, Harry?" Amelia asked, concerned and embarrassed.

"There's something I need to tell you, Lia." Harry said, taking a deep breath. "My name is not really William Tenor."

Amelia sat back and stared at Harry with a hardness that Harry recognised from Director Bones.

"You lied to me? About everything?" Amelia asked, shocked.

"No, not everything." Harry replied. "Almost everything I told you was true. My family, my friends. Just not my name and when I was born."

"When you were born?" Amelia said, now confused.

"My real name is Harry James Potter. I was born in the year 1980." Harry admitted. "In the summer after my fourth year, that's 1995, I was thrown back in time. One moment I was in the Leaky Cauldron in 1995 and the next I was in the Leaky Cauldron in 1965."

Amelia stared at him for a few minutes, trying to comprehend what he was saying.

"Did you know me… then?" Amelia asked, nervously.

"I only met you once." Harry admitted. "You were in a position of power and you stood up to corrupt officials and a broken system to do your job and see the right thing was done."

Amelia was silent for a few seconds.

"Why?" Amelia asked. "Why tell me? Why now?"

"Because you deserved to know." Harry said. "I have feelings for you, you have feelings as well. I know this is hard for you, so I am going to go now, let you deal with this."

Harry stood up, only for Amelia to grab his hand.

"Don't…" She began.

"You need time." Harry said, stepping away from her. "You are emotional. Think on it when you are calm."

Harry sat on one of the armchairs in the Hufflepuff Common Room. The Train trip from London had been lonely as he had only seen Amelia briefly down the far end of the train's corridor with her brother Edgar. Even at the Welcome Feast they had not sat together.

"You coming or not?" a voice said behind him.

Harry turned to see Amelia standing behind him, with a stern look on her face.

"I did not want to presume." Harry said.

Amelia simply crooked her finger in a 'follow me' gesture. Harry followed meekly behind her as she led him to the same apartment that they had used the previous year. Pulling one of the wooden study chairs around, Amelia pointed to it.

"Sit!" she ordered.

Harry sat as Amelia paced up and down in front of the chair.

"Ok, I get it." Amelia began. "You wanted me to know the truth before anything happened. And I appreciate it. I don't want things like that between us, so is there anything else you need to tell me?"

"No." Harry replied honestly. "Everything else I told you was true."

"Ok. Good." Amelia said with a nod. "Now that is out of the way, know this. If you ever pull something like that again when I am trying to kiss you, I will rip your arm off and beat you to death with it."

"Yes ma'am." Harry said with a gulp.

"Now get off your arse and kiss me." Amelia ordered.

Harry was more than happy to oblige.

Harry awoke in his bed, feeling Amelia cuddling into his side as she slept. He could not help himself from running his hand through her burgundy hair. It was almost four months since they had officially become a couple and Harry had never been happier.

Last night had started like most nights since they had gotten together. Homework gotten out of the way first, then a snogging session, followed by curling up with Amelia snuggled against his side as they both read a novel, usually Muggle Sci-Fi that Harry had gotten Amelia addicted to. Unlike the previous evenings, they had ended up in Harry's bed rather than heading back to their own. Harry could not even remember what had prompted the change.

"Morning Lia." Harry said as Amelia opened her eyes.

"Good morning." Amelia smiled. "Thanks for last night. And for not pushing."

"If you're not ready, then we're not ready." Harry replied.

They had only slept, not had sex. Harry was in no hurry and Amelia was not ready yet, but it was an important step forward in their relationship. Academically they were doing well too, both having spaces in the top ten in all classes. Amelia was number one with Harry number three in Ancient Runes, while Harry had the number one spot with Amelia at number two in Defence Against The Dark Arts, much to the delight of Professor Hunter, the DADA Professor and Deputy Headmaster.

"Got a letter from mum yesterday." Amelia said after stretching. "She's invited you home for Christmas Break."

"Your mum seems to like me." Harry mused. "God knows why, with some of the things I want to do to her daughter."

"Harry!" Amelia said in mock outrage, lightly slapping his shoulder. "Anyway, mum is a hopeless romantic. And dad seems to like you as well, considering he knows we are dating and has not tried to castrate you or anything."

"Thank you for that image, Lia." Harry groaned.

"Oh, I think there's one or two things I can do to get that image out of your head." She said with a grin.

Very quickly she doffed her nightshirt and Harry broke out in a grin. A small part of Harry's mind was waxing poetic about the virtues of the view in front of him. A large part simply grunted like a caveman and thought 'boobies'.

"I love you." Harry said, looking into Amelia's eyes, before letting his gaze drop and pay attention to making her feel good.

TBC…