Hi! Here's this week's chapter. I should get the next one up on time, so expect a new chapter next Wednesday.

Note-In Albus's POV, I'm pretty sure I didn't copy any lines directly from the Order of the Phoenix, but if I did please send me a note so I can fix it.

Review please. Thanks for reading!

Disclaimer-I don't own Harry Potter nor any characters or plots.

1975

It took nearly three solid minutes for the tears to dry up enough so that Lily could see. She took a deep breath and wiped her cheeks, promising to be done with the sobbing for now. She was Lily Luna Potter, and she'd put up with plenty of idiots before.

Admittedly, however, she had never accidentally traveled back in time, nor be mistaken for her fifteen year old grandmother, but Lily knew how to deal with things, and the first step to figuring out how to get home was to bloody stop crying.

She stood up, and stepped out of the stall, carefully watching for anyone who recognized her. She wasn't in the mood to pretend she knew the names of her grandmother's friends.

After a quick face wash, Lily's eyes were no longer red and puffy from sobbing and she was feeling reasonably better. She sent a fake smile and nod to the people who greeted her before dashing off in the other direction. She needed to find the headmistress's office. Mcgonagall would know what to do.

Another face flew by, smiling. "'Lo, Lily!" She promptly ignored the girl, who had dark brown hair cut into a fashionable pixie, and who was holding the hand of a slightly taller boy who looked awfully familiar.

Lily smiled quickly and ducked around the corner. The Headmistress's office was near here, in fact, she could see the griffin statue, it's majestic wings raised to guard the doorway. With a breathy laugh of relief, she broke into a run.

Something soft hit her in the front, a blur of gold, scarlet and black. Lily lurched backward, scrambling away from the object, which she soon realized was a girl.

The girl was slightly taller than Lily, with brilliant blond curls and a wide smile. Her barely visible eyebrows raised and the sight of Lily, cowering in the corner. "Erm, Lily? You all right?"

Another girl came bounding around the corner, pulling yet another behind her. The two literally skidded to a stop next to the first.

One was about the height of the first girl, with light brown hair and blue eyes that crinkled as she took in Lily, with her ratty t-shirt and denim shorts, so apart from anyone else walking the halls of Hogwarts.

The second she recognized. She was the girl who had said hello in the corridor, holding the hand of the familiar looking boy. The boy, who she now realized looked a lot like Professor Longbottom from her time.

"Lily?" the girl she had seen before asked. "Are you sure you're okay? You seemed awfully flustered when I saw you in the halls."

"She's probably fine, Alice," the blue-eyed girl said with a sigh. "Right, Lily?"

Lily gulped nervously, caught off guard by their questions. She knew what she wanted to answer. That she was most certainly not alright, but she could hardly tell them that, because then she might have to mention that she wasn't supposed to be born yet. Considering the wizarding world was under attack, she had a feeling it wouldn't sit well with them.

"I-I'm fine!" she blurted. The girls turned to look at her. "I just really need to see the Head-"

"- Professor Dumbledore's at the Ministry right now. Remember, Lily? He told us at breakfast this morning. Do you need to see Madame Pomfrey?" the blonde haired girl asked, gentler than before.

"Oh…" Lily trailed off, her History of Magic lessons coming back to her. Of course. Dumbledore would be alive now, alive for another twenty-one years. That would mean Mcgonagall was still the transfiguration teacher. "I mean, of course. Sorry, slipped my mind."

"The test getting to you, Lils?" Alice's words sent a pang up Lily's spine. She gulped again. That was what James called her when he was worried. Oh, what she would give to be home right now.

Shut up and think. You need to get to Mcgonagall. She can help. Lily smiled and nodded. "Yeah. I'm a little freaked out, I s'pose."

"Right," Alice said, frowning at the blond-haired girl. "So we don't need to bother her anymore, because we all know how Lily gets before tests. Marlene?"

"Whatever," the blond-haired girl, (Lily supposed she was Marlene, which made sense because her grandfather had once mentioned a Marlene Mckinnon,) replied, rolling her eyes.

The third girl was still frowning at Lily. "Where'd your uniform go?"

"Prank," Lily said immediately, adopting Sirius's idea. "Erm, d'you think I could go get-"

"Who'd you get?" Marlene cut in, eyes gleaming with mischievous interest. Alice rolled her eyes, and sighed.

"Ja-Potter," she amended. Wasn't that what her grandmother had called her grandmother for a while?

At this, even Alice stopped talking and stared at her.

"Lily Marie Evans," the brown-haired girl began dramatically. "You have officially gone insane."

"I think I agree with Hestia on this one. They're going to murder you," Marlene added.

"No, Potter's infatuated with her," Alice said jokingly, sending amused glances at the other two girls. "Wouldn't hurt a hair on her head."

Apparently Lily's look of utter disgust at the thought of her and her grandfather showed through, because all three girls burst out laughing.

"At least your opinion hasn't changed," Marlene said, choking back a final giggle. "Not that I blame you, of course." Her voice and dropped, quieter and lower than before. Lily racked her brains. Had someone died? She wasn't even sure what year it was, really. What had happened?

She swiped away a stray hair out of her vision before beginning to talk. "Right. Potter's gross. Erm, I really need to see Mcgonagall, if you'll excuse me."

"Awfully formal," Hestia muttered. Alice sighed, and crossed her arms.

"Lily, she'll give you detention for being in the halls without your uniform. Besides, she's got first years right now."

"In other words," Marlene said. "She'll kill you even harder if you butt in right now. C'mon, we can go back to the common room. Why d'you need to talk to Mcgonagall anyway?"

"I really have to go talk to her," Lily insisted. "It's urgent."

"Why, Lily?" Hestia asked. "We've just been to transfiguration. Why didn't you tell her then?"

Because that wasn't me. "Something's come up. It's important!" Lily, caught up in her panic and frustration, had shouted the last word. The other three girls stopped, frowning at each other. Marlene threw her hands up.

"Fine. If you want to rack up your first detention, Lils, go ahead. But, merlin, please go put on your uniform, at least."

"Fine," Lily said, realizing they weren't going to leave her alone until she did. Anyway, they were right; Mcgonagall would be furious if she walked in on her during a class.

Sighing with relief, Marlene, Alice and Hestia started off toward the common room, Lily reluctantly trailing behind them.

1995

Albus frowned, jumping from his position on the floor and walking cautiously toward the doorway. He tried the doorknob to no avail; it was locked.

"Harry?" the same voice he had heard before shouted from downstairs.

"He's here, isn't he?" a feminine voice asked.

"Where else would he be?" This one was gruff and held disdain for the other two, his feelings clear in his voice.

"Dunno," the same girl replied. Al would imagine she accompanied it with a shrug, though he couldn't see her.

"Harry, it's Lupin! Answer if you're here!"

There was a moment of silence before Albus realized who exactly Lupin was, his brain sluggishly making the connection from this Lupin to his god-brother Teddy. It took another second for it to register that the Harry they were referring to was him.

"Up the stairs," he tried, but his words came out garbled, quiet, and raspy. He cleared his throat before trying again. "Up the stairs! The door's locked!"

Part of him was frantically asking what on Earth he was doing. If he would just keep his mouth shut, he could continue to figure out how to get home on his own, and be on his way without messing anything up.

But the rational part of his brain reminded him that there was no time turner in this room, and that if he stayed he was probably going to be stuck here. The only logical option was to go with Teddy's father, whom Albus was positive his father would've trusted.

Still, he drew his wand, though he didn't dare to open the lock.

Al heard quick, quiet steps on the staircase, which he assumed was wooden from the taps. He frowned when it was soon accompanied by a heavy clumping sound, though not as often as the lighter footsteps.

Someone muttered an "Alohomora," and the lock clicked open. Albus tensed, raising his wand higher. Had he really been this short at fifteen?

The door flew open and Albus found himself facing a vaguely familiar man. He had graying hair and a scarred face, but Al could see that he had the same nose as Teddy, and they both had corners of the lips that naturally sunk downward.

So this was Lupin. He sifted through his memories, racking his brains for any information. He was a werewolf. He was going to marry Nymphadora Tonks, but judging from the fact that his ring finger was bare, they weren't married yet. The two new parents were going to die on May 2nd, 1998, during the battle of Hogwarts, from Dolohov and Bellatrix.

But Albus could guess that hadn't happened yet.

"I like this one," said the same gruff voice from before, and Al realized he was still pointing his wand at Lupin." Constant vigilance, he's got." As he said this, the man stepped forward with a clunk on the wooden floor. Albus recognized him immediately. With his half missing nose, abnormally large eye, and hip flask, he was obviously Mad-Eye Moody, a prominent figure in History of Magic discussions.

"Hello, Harry," Lupin said, smiling. He looked a little miserable, but Albus figured that was how he normally looked.

"Hello, Lupin." Al's voice wavered irritatingly, and he wondered for a second if he ought to tell them who he was.

"Call me Remus. I'm not your professor anymore," he said with a smile. Professor. Albus filed this information away in his mind, in case he needed to remember it.

"Erm." A thought has just struck Al. If he told them who he was, that he wasn't Harry Potter, but Albus Potter, perhaps they would help him get back to 2022. He just had to mention it, hopefully.

The rational side struck this down immediately. They'd kill him for being an imposter, or worse, take him prisoner until he told them where Harry was. This was the Order of the Phoenix he was talking about, and it was no child's play. Not to mention, he didn't have a clue where his teenage father had ended up.

"Right, lower your wand there, will you?" a pink haired lady poked her head around Lupin's shoulder. "You'll take someone's eye out."

"Bugger off, Nymphadora," Moody scoffed. The woman, who Albus realized was Teddy's mother, scowled at the older man and crossed her arms. "Remus, check he's who he says he is, will you?"

"Right," Lupin said, thinking. Albus was already panicking. If he got the question wrong, what would they do to him? "Harry, what form does your patronus take?"

"Stag," Albus replied calmly, hiding his relief. So long as he didn't have to produce one, he would be alright.

"He's the real Harry," Lupin confirmed, nodding to Moody.

"You ought to acquaint him to the rest of us, Remus," said another wizard, standing behind Nymphadora.

"Erm, right," Lupin said. "There's Moody, but you've met him-"

"-Not really, considering I was in a chest most of last year," Moody cut in, ignoring Lupin's glare.

"Nymphadora Tonks,"

"Just Tonks," Nymphadora said through gritted teeth.

"Kingsley Shacklebolt, Sturgis Podmore, Hestia Jones, Dedalus Diggle, Emmaline Vance, and Elphias Doge," Lupin finished, pointing to each witch or wizard in turn. Albus didn't bother to put names with faces, focusing instead on Tonks and Lupin.

Teddy's parents, alive and breathing. He could see the resemblance between the soon to be family, and Albus's chest ached. They would die. How many people would he have to watch die before he got home?

Kingsley stepped forward, and Albus recognized him too-the Minister of Magic. He was rather laid back and nice at home, but logically a war would make him act differently.

Contrary to the facts, Kingsley smiled easily at Al. "So, I hear you're a good flyer?"