James Birdsong(Guest) - Thank you :)


Harry jumped.

"Ow!" he snarled. He had stepped on a piece of glass. He winced as he placed his foot away. Harry picked up the glass, and examined it. He frowned. It looked oddly familiar.

He gave a glance at his reflection, expecting to see a weary, twenty two year old man with glasses, messy hair, a lightning-shaped scar, and green eyes.

But what he saw wasn't that.

A fifteen-year old boy was staring back at him. Sure, he looked weary, but this face didn't have wrinkles. A slight frown was placed upon the boy's face, and a look of grief and tiredness was gently tipped upon. But he wasn't Harry.

Filled with horror, he looked at his hands.

Smaller, though slightly, and didn't look like they had been through something Harry had gone through his twenty two years.

"Oi!" yelled a voice.

Looking around, Harry stared in disbelief.

"Bill!" he croaked.

His voice.

It was cracking oddly, like it did when he was younger, when he was under stress and shock.

William Arthur Weasley narrowed his eyes. "How do you know my name?" he demanded. "Speak, or I'll report you…" He frowned. "Well, I'll personally…"

He didn't need to finish his sentence.

With the added terror of Bill Weasley not recognizing him, and the fear and shock of his reflection, Harry groped the Time Turner, and spun it three times.

"Hey! That's a–"

Nausea ran over him. He was flipping. Back in time?

But this time, the feeling was different.

Last time, it was like somersaulting backwards and tumbling. This time, it was like he was somersaulting forward, with a same clumsiness, but only better. The choking didn't happen, and though he still felt nausea, the pain wasn't unbearable like before. Was it because he'd already adapted to it?

His somersaulting stopped abruptly.

He panted, shocked to see his normal self, looking dazed, and Ginny, Ron, and Hermione crowded around him.

"Are you okay?" Ginny whispered, looking genuinely concerned.

The other Harry rose, looking confused.

With an instinct, Harry hid behind a sofa. He looked at his hands. It looked… the same. Yes, just like he'd left for the first plight with the Time Turner. Phew.

"I thought I saw something," Hermione began.

"Hermione, stop your detective working," Ron snapped. "Look at him. He's weird. What d'ya reckon?"

The Harry-with-the-others panted. "Look…. Ah! Where… it's gone!"

"What is?" Ron asked.

Harry glanced at his hand, which was still tightly gripping the Time Turner. Perhaps he was looking for it. Maybe he should throw it gently against the floor. The carpet might hide the sound, and someone would eventually find it. Like Ginny. She'd find it.

But a strange feeling stopped him from doing that.

"Ronald, I'm going to investigate," Hermione snorted sarcastically. "Like I really would? I'm just checking that couch."

As if it were an omen to go, Harry flipped the Time turner, forward, like he did the second time. Perhaps that would slow his nausea…

He had to clamp his hands around his mouth to stop him from letting out a yelp. He was being sucked into a time vortex.

When the nausea finally went away, he found himself panting on a heap of sand. His eyes widened. The beach? He had never gone to a beach. The Dursleys never took him, and he didn't exactly have time for a relaxing vacation. He would like to go someday, though.

"Are you all right?" asked a voice.

He stood up with his hands… which were unbelievably tiny.

The girl had red hair that went a bit more than her shoulders, and brown eyes, like Ginny. She was wrapped in a towel, shivering, and she seemed wet. But her expression was bright as she held out her hand cheerfully. "Hi. I'm Lily. What's your name?"

Harry froze. He couldn't utter a sound.

Mortified as Lily frowned at him like he was weird, Harry looked down at his hands.

A shock passed him again.

How old was he?

Trembling, he asked the little girl, "How old do I look like?"

Lily giggled. "Are you joking?" But after seeing Harry's serious look, she said seriously, "Seven or eight. I'm seven."

Harry nodded, feeling dazed. "Oh. All right." He glanced around nervously. "Uh, what year is it?"

Lily gave Harry a strange look, but she replied, "2015."

Harry almost passed out.

"Hey, there!" Lily gave Harry a shake. "Wake up. Where's your family?" she asked, her tone becoming more mature. She held up her nose high. "You cannot be wandering around alone!" Then she smiled sheepishly. "That's what my mum would say. Come on. Let's meet them. Hey – you look a lot like my dad." Brightly, she led Harry across the beach, and soon, Harry spotted Ginny. His face broke into a scowl. Who was she with? Him?

Hopes were held high. But they shouldn't be held high. The topple would feel worse.

"She's my mother," Lily said, pointing at Ginny. "And that's my father. Harry Potter. Heard of him, right?" She puffed out her chest proudly. "And Ginny's…"

Harry never got to hear what Lily said about Ginny, because Ginny had called her just then. "Lils!" Ginny called. "C'mon, here! Oh, who's that you're with? Hi, what's your name?"

"He's seven years old, just like me!" Lily piped up eagerly.

Ginny smiled warmly at Lily. "So? What's your name?"

"What's all the commotion?

Seven-year old Harry froze as the older version of himself strode towards them. Father-Harry was grinning goofily, and a boy, quite like Harry, was beside him, licking an ice cream cone.

"Hi, Harry," Ginny laughed, and gave Harry a kiss on the cheek. "Lily brought a friend with her!"

"What's your name?" Lily asked.

Harry, petrified, squeaked, "Harry Potter."

Adult Harry Potter frowned. "Parry Otter?" he echoed.

"Perry Otter?" suggested Lily helpfully.

"Maybe Parry's name is short for Paris?" The boy beside Harry giggled.

"James!" Ginny scowled.

James rolled his eyes. "What? I did nothing wrong, Mum, stop freaking out."

"Well?" Lily asked.

"Uh… Perry Ottere. P-E-R-R-Y O-T-T-E-R-E."

Lily frowned. "Really? I mean, I've heard people with the surname O-T-T-E-R, but not with an e!" she giggled, when Harry's expression went horrified. "Only joking, Ottere can be a last name."

"So Perry Ottere is your name?"

Harry chewed his lip. Perry or Parry? Otter or Ottere or Otterson? Harry Potter was certainly not an option.

He stared up at the family, his family, staring at him, and knew he should make a choice. Bravely, he opened his mouth.


I have no idea what name to give Harry. Seriously. I really need somebody's help...
I think I decided on Perry, though. I just don't know about his last name.