Hi. I'm back. Sorry about this, I have no excuse for not updating other than that I didn't feel like it, which is really stupid. I intend to have the next chapter up on Wednesday. Enjoy!

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2022

Harry was confused. One moment he had been sitting in his small room at the Dursley's, contemplating how exactly Dumbledore was going to handle Fudge's ridiculous notion that he had committed a crime worthy of being expelled, and the next he was sitting here.

The room was much bigger than his own, and much brighter, a lamp shining from the ceiling. It looked like a muggle lamp, but Harry wasn't sure there was a difference.

Actually, the small room was quite an improvement to the Dursley's. Though it was messy, it seemed homely and lived in, similar to the Weasley's and in stark contrast to his aunt and uncle's. A twin bed sat on one wall, next to an open door revealing a messy closet. There was a large bay window next to the bed that Harry had not yet looked out of, and a closed wooden door that most likely led to a hallway was located on the far wall.

Inside the room, a Hogwarts trunk had been thrown open, at least revealing that he was in a wizard's room, though clearly not his own, as the robes were that of a Ravenclaw's. Harry noticed a pair of broken glasses sitting on the nightstand, next to a picture of three children waving excitedly.

Harry's eyes widened as he looked and the children more closely. Shaking his head, he pulled off his glasses and wiped them on the hem of his shirt to make sure they weren't blurry. He slid them back to the bridge of his nose and frowned at the picture.

The three children were clearly first years; no one was as excited as the new students waiting to see the magnificent castle their parents and siblings told stories about. Even if you were a muggleborn, a whole new world awaited you once you stepped on to the train.

But what caught Harry was not that they were eleven year olds, but that the boy to the left looked exactly like him. He shared Harry's black, infuriatingly messy hair that stuck up in the back. The boy's almond shaped green eyes twinkled back at him, matching his bright smile. The only thing missing was glasses and a scar, and he could've been an eleven year old Harry.

The girl next to him was grinning too, and at first Harry dismissed her for someone he hadn't met-or met anyone who looked like her. But as he examined the picture, he realized she had Hermione's bushy hair, except it was orange.

The third child, a boy with nearly white, blond hair, seemed to have accidentally photobombed the picture. It was clear that he had been walking somewhere when it was taken, which would have been normal if he had not stopped to glare at the two children in the middle of it. Even though his eyes shone with barely contained excitement under the contempt, his stare was so like Draco Malfoy's that it made Harry's blood coil.

He must be a right git, he thought, nodding. Harry turned around and ran a hand through his own messy black hair, picking up the picture. He turned it over and was surprised to find a date written on the back.

Al and Rose's first year sendoff- September 1st, 2016.

2016? Harry's eyes widened. He was no beginner to time travel- the last time he had used a time turner he had helped a falsely convicted murderer who also happened to be his godfather escape from the Ministry's clutches, but time traveling to the future?

Not to mention, he hadn't even touched a time turner since he was thirteen. What was going on?

Harry sat up and sighed. Maybe at home, once they figured out that he had disappeared, Hermione and Ron would wish they had written to them.

Pathetic compensation, really. He ran his hand through his hair again, and stood up, walking around the room. Harry stopped at the window, squinting across the backyard.

A Quidditch field stood in the middle, full sized, so the other two houses that looked out into the decent sized green must have been wizarding houses as well. Harry didn't recognize either of them. Where was he?

Turning back around, he noticed a picture hanging on the wall. This one had no frame, and Harry frowned as he looked closer. It was his look alike, sitting in the seeker spot in the picture. He didn't recognize any of the other people on the Quidditch team, but the label read "Ravenclaw Quidditch Team 2021-2022." The black haired boy in this picture, however, looked older than Harry now. He must have been a seventh year, if 2016 had been his first year.

Harry sighed and kicked the trunk angrily. Where was he? He didn't want to open the door, for fear something was out there trying to kill him.

You're being paranoid, he thought, frowning. Inching quietly toward the door, as if whoever would be on the other side had not heard his foot hit the polished wood trunk, he drew his wand. In one fluid move, he slammed open the door, pointing his wand down the hallway.

And right at a girl. She let out a squeak and her own wand slipped from her fingertips, landing softly on the carpet. Harry very nearly dropped his own wand, but remembered Moody's advice. If anything, he would have constant vigilance.

Studying her closely, he realized she looked very familiar. She had red hair a few shades lighter that Ginny's that feel just past her shoulders, a rounded nose, and almond shaped emerald eyes.

His eyes. What was going on?

She threw her hands up in a surrender gesture, and after a moment of confusion, Harry realized he was still threatening her with his wand.

"Merlin I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. Are you okay?" she asked frantically, dipping down for a moment to pick up her wand. "I'm sorry, I don't have any idea where I am and I'm awfully confused. A moment ago I was talking to Marlene and then I was here in some Slytherin girl's room and I would really just like to go home!"

Harry took advantage of her pause for breath. "It's okay! It's okay. I'm fine. I haven't any idea where we are. And I woke up in a Ravenclaw's room, so I'm apparently just as confused as you are. Erm…" He wasn't sure how to finish.

The girl smiled in relief. "Oh thank God you don't know anything. I mean, not really, but at least I'm not alone in this. Did the person look just like you? I mean, mine was my age and everything and it was like me as a Slytherin!"

"He looked like me, yes," Harry said, frowning. "But I think mine was older. Seventh year."

"And what year are you?" she asked, crossing her arms and nodding to him.

"Fifth," he replied, relaxing. She didn't seem to want to kill him, at least. And they seemed to be in the same situation.

"Same," she replied. "And what's your name?"

He raised his eyebrows. "What's yours?"

The girl rolled her eyes, glaring at him. "For Merlin's sake, I'm not going to try to kill you. Honestly." She huffed. "I'm Lily. Lily Evans."

Lily. Harry paused, staring at her with wide eyes. They were his eyes.

This was his mother. His teenage mother!

He wasn't sure how to respond. Harry supposed he must have just stared at her for a moment, because she frowned again and folded her arms. "Why're you staring? It's not very polite."

"No reason," Harry said numbly. His mother! He reached out to shake her hand, probably grasping a bit too hard, but he had to make sure he wasn't dreaming.

"I'm H-harry."

"Harry what?"

He paused, feeling like a deer caught in headlights. Good question. Harry what? He couldn't tell her he was a Potter, because that would tie him to James.

He settled with, "Just Harry."

She narrowed her eyes at him, but made no comment. "Anyway, have you got any idea where we are, exactly?"

Harry cleared his throat, shifting his weight from foot to foot. "There was a picture."

"A picture."

"In the room. It read 2021-2022."

Lily threw her hands up in exasperation. "And what is that supposed to mean?"

"Year numbers, I'd assume." Harry raised his eyebrows at her.

"Yeah, I'd assume too, Mr. Just Harry. You know, you look a lot like a boy in my class. Ever met James Potter?"

Calm down. It's okay. She's just asking about your Dad. Who's dead. And who she'll grow up to marry.

"No. Why?"

"Because he's a git and if you haven't met him then he hasn't infected you yet," Lily replied, and Harry was both surprised and hurt to hear the venom in her voice. She couldn't really hate him, could she?

Of course not. People who hated each other didn't fall in love. They definitely didn't get married.

"Well anyway, the picture said 2022. So I think we've, erm, time traveled," Harry said nervously rubbing the back of his head.

"Don't do that," Lily scolded. "You look like James and it's freaking me out."

"Right," Harry replied. He stuck both of his hands in his jeans pockets.

"Time travel then? Is that why you look like James? Is your last name Potter?" Lily fired the questions before Harry could catch up. Frowning, he replayed the dialogue in his mind before answering.

"Erm, maybe."

Lily opened her mouth to reply, but someone else beat her to it.

"Hey, Lils, Al! "Watcha doing?" A tall boy with hazel eyes framed by round glasses with no rims shouted, reaching the top of the staircase. He had the same mop of messy black hair that Harry did, but his form was more muscular than lanky.

"Did I do something wrong?" he asked, noticing their shocked expressions. "Merlin, guys. You were fine a minute ago."

Lily cleared her throat. "We're okay. Just talking."

"About what?" Unfortunately, the boy seemed intrigued. "Whose privacy am I invading? Are we planning a prank?"

"No, no, no," Lily replied quickly. "No pranks. Just talking. About dumb stuff, really. You know, school. Teachers. Things like that."

"I s'pose you haven't blown Headmistress off her rocker yet?" the boy asked, still interested. "Freddy and I tried hard enough. Mcgonagall's a tough nut to crack." He waited for a moment, apparently for them to laugh, but Harry and Lily stared at him with confused expressions.

"Are you sure you guys are okay? You seem less enthusiastic." He frowned, leaning towards them as if to get a closer look. At the last second before Harry had decided to lean backward, someone downstairs called "James!"

"That's my cue. See ya." He quirked one side of his mouth up in a half-smile and started down the steps, his feet slamming against the wood.

Lily turned to Harry. "James?"

He shrugged helplessly. Was this the cottage he was born in? Who were Lily and Al? The real Lily and Al. And was that James his father? Harry groaned, leaning against the wall and sliding to the floor. Why hadn't he just stayed in the room?