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2022

"Harry? Are you alright?" Harry felt strange, being comforted by his mother. Especially when she was fifteen. He knew exactly what Hermione would say.

What have you gotten yourself into this time? What he would've given for Hermione to be here with him, not only to help with the shock of meeting his mother, but also because they might have an idea on how to get back to 1995. Something he was seriously lacking at the moment.

Lily was frowning at him in concern. He blinked, confused for a moment, and then got up from his spot on the floor. "Of course. I just had to time travel, didn't I?"

She crossed her arms, studying him. "Well, it doesn't seem we had a choice. You didn't see anything that could make you time travel, did you?"

"No," Harry said, crossly. He went to run a hand through his hair, and then remembered what Lily had said earlier. Shakily he let it drop.

"Someone's coming up the stairs," Lily said suddenly, frowning. Sure enough, Harry could hear the creaking of the floorboards, though it was softer, muffled by the white carpet that covered the upper floor.

James, who Harry thought wasn't his father but couldn't be sure, came up the stairs, turning to grin at him and Lily. However, it was far from inviting, seeming more grotesque and fake from the exaggerated wrinkles around his eyes. It was fake.

Something was going on.

"Stay quiet," Harry hissed to Lily, who frowned, but kept her lips closed. He stuck his hand into his pocket, fingering his wand, as a messy black head appeared from the staircase. It was James, though he was also holding his wand, and his posture matched that of the few glances of Aurors Harry had stolen through his years in the Wizarding World. He tensed, frowning at the older boy.

Lily drew her wand behind him, the wood scratching against her uniform skirt. He heard her muttering defense spells around the two of them, and was immediately grateful that he wasn't alone.

"Merlin, Albus. Calm down. You're not even much of a dueler, remember?" the boy from before said, smiling arrogantly and leaning casually on the banister.

Harry forced himself to stand loosely like the strange boy did, though he kept a tight grip on his wand. It would hopefully save him if his father's apparent doppelganger figured out that they weren't who he thought they were.

"Anyway, you know how I'm in Auror training?" the older boy grinned again. Harry fought the urge to burst out with questions, wondering about the profession. Being an Auror sounded like something he would want to do.

"'Course," Lily said, before Harry could reply. He swore the other boy furrowed his eyebrows at this, but he couldn't be sure.

"Right," he continued. "So my big exam's on your birthday, Lils. Wanna remind me the week before?"

"Sure," she replied, smiling a little. "I'll, erm, check on it."

Harry noticed her constant stream of words disappeared when she was lying. He kept a chuckle to himself, not wanting the boy in front of them to see it.

"So what day are you reminding me about?"

"Your exam, which is on my birthday," Lily parroted. Simple enough to remember.

"And what day's your birthday on?" he frowned, staring at her with his hazel eyes. They looked familiar, but Harry couldn't place them.

"January 30th," she replied immediately. Harry repeated the words in his head, wanting to remember them. No one had ever told him his mum's birthday.

He tensed, glaring at them. Harry heard Lily gulp, like she knew she had said something wrong. This boy was certainly not a trusting person; he seemed more likely to stun them and be done with it than hear them out. Besides, he wasn't exactly sure what there was to hear. For Harry knew, this man could be working for Voldemort.

Harry saw his hand move a second before it did, right to his back pocket, where an ebony wand stuck out. He reached desperately for his own wand, managing to draw it just as the boy slashed a stun at him. Harry dodged, slightly elated at the thought that he had avoided a trained Auror, and put a quick shield around Lily, who had just drawn her own wand. He turned to give her a reassuring smile, though how reassuring, he couldn't sure, because he had just met her a moment ago and had refused to give up his last name.

As he turned, the other boy took advantage and sent a stun right at his back. Harry realized his mistake as he whirled around and came face to face with a blast of red light.

The world went black before he hit the floor.

Lily watched as Harry crumpled to the carpet, his wand flying out of his hand and smacking against one of the posts of the railing. She let herself let out a small groan before strengthening the shield spell around her. Why had he cast it, anyway? He couldn't have known her, though the shock in his eyes when she told him her name begged to differ. He had also seemed rather surprised when she mentioned James Potter, and almost hurt. Maybe he was a relative. They looked awfully alike.

As did this boy, who had the apparently legendary Potter hair, though his eyes were the wrong color. But every move he made, Lily was strongly reminding of the bully.

The James look alike panted, staring at Harry triumphantly. The words of a charm common in the Hogwarts hallways popped into her mind, and without opening her mouth, she thought firmly, Levicorpus!

The boy gave a yelp as his ankle was lifted in the air, brushing the ceiling. Lily knew it wasn't to last, as most students knew the counter-curse, but it would buy her some time as he sorted out his panic enough to perform the silent incantation.

She had underestimated him, as he didn't even try to right himself before flicking a set of ropes around Lily, binding her arms to her sides and her knees together. With a shriek, Lily feel to the carpet next to Harry.

Another flick of the boy's wand, and a cloth tied itself around Lily's mouth, gagging her. She continued to mumble, crying out for help, refusing to believe that the other people who must be in this house would side with the strange boy.

"Mum!" the look alike called, trashing within the spell's grip. "Mum! Come up here!"

Lily felt relief as she heard steps on the staircase. Surely this woman, whoever she was, would be more level headed than the boy.

As the woman came to the top of the staircase, Lily could see the family resemblance to the Lily in the Slytherin robes, whose room she had woke up in. They had the same hair color, and the same nose and dash of freckles across their noses. The woman put her hands on her hips, glaring at the boy hanging from the ceiling.

"For Merlin's sake, James! I know you're training to be an Auror, but do you really have to practice on your siblings?" The woman made to untie Lily, who had started on the word "James", but stopped when James called out.

"No! Don't! That's not Lily!"

"Don't be ridiculous!" Lily cried, hoping she sounded offended. "Who else would I be?"

"I dunno, who are you?"

The woman sighed. "James, stop being ridiculous. That's your sister."

He groaned. "No, mum, I'm serious! She said her birthday was January 30th! Lily's birthday wasn't January 30th!"

She turned to look at Lily, frowning. There was suspicion in the woman's eyes, and Lily knew she was done for. Her lying skills were rubbish.

"Please," she begged, deciding to drop the pretense. "I'm sorry. I just woke up here, in a Slytherin girl's room, and I haven't any idea where I am, and I really just want to go home and take my transfiguration test, which is really odd for me because I hate transfiguration. And I was even having a good day, but I just had to apparently travel in time, and got into this mess!"

The boy stopped thrashing against Lily's spell, letting his shoulders fall, staring at her in surprise. The woman's eyes widened, and her mind seemed to be moving at a million miles an hour.

"Time travel?" James said, gaping at her. "Time travel? What'd you do with my sister?"

"I don't know," Lily said, wishing she could wipe away the tears that ran down her cheeks. Unfortunately, ropes still bit into her wrists, keeping her restrained. "I haven't a clue where she is. Please. You have to believe me."

The woman studied her closely. Lily gulped. Nothing to fear, she reminded herself. She won't hurt you.

With a flick of her wand, James was righted, sitting on the floor, wincing and rubbing his ankle. "Merlin, mum! That hurt."

"Sorry, James." She turned back to Lily, frowning at her again. "Who's the boy?"

Lily glanced at Harry, still sprawled on the ground. "Er, I dunno. He said his name was Harry. Wouldn't tell me his last name. I'm Lily Evans, by the way. I didn't tell you that, did I?"

"Harry?" James said in surprise. "Lily? Mum are they-"

"I don't know, James. Let me figure it out. Ennervate!"

Harry's eyes snapped open. He sat up abruptly, grabbing his wand and immediately pointing it at the woman. Lily decided he must play Quidditch. His reflexes could have rivaled Potter's.

"What's going on?" he demanded. James stood up, pointing his wand at Harry.

"Hey! Watch it!" he shouted, glaring at the boy on the floor.

"Stop it, both of you!" the woman demanded, fending off her son. She studied Harry, but with less harshness than she had Lily, and more familiarity.

"Harry?" she asked. "That is you, isn't it?"

"Who are you?" he demanded again. "How do you know who I am?"

"I"m your best friend's little sister."

Harry's eyes widened. Lily frowned, confused. His best friend's little sister? But she looked too young to be that, if she was born in the sixties.

"Ginny?" he exclaimed. "Ginny, what?"

With a flick of her wand, Ginny removed the bonds from Lily's wrists and knees. She stood up, gratefully shaking out her hands. "Alright, someone better tell me what on Earth is going on!" she shouted, frowning at all three people in turn, who seemed to have a much better of knowledge about who and where they were than she did.

"How about we go downstairs and discuss this over lemonade?" Ginny asked, smiling more pleasantly now. Lily was confused. Weren't they still intruders?

"Ginny-" Harry started.

"Lemonade first."

The kitchen was rather large, Lily had decided. Counter covered the back wall and half of the sides, with a table in the middle. Three doors led out of it, one to a yard that looked out onto two other houses and a Quidditch field, another back to the living room, which also contained the staircase, and the last door on the back wall that led to a staircase that descended into darkness as far as she could see.

With a casual flick of her wand, Ginny had sent a pitcher of lemonade flying onto the table, filling up each of their glasses to the brim in one fluid movement. The pitcher set itself down neatly back on the counter, leaving both Lily and Harry to stare at it, impressed.

James sat down next to his mother, leaning on his elbows and staring at them with his eyes just above the top of the table.

Ginny sat down, and smiled at all three of them. "I'd presume you've got a lot of questions."

"Where are we?" Harry fired immediately, beating Lily to the chase. She snapped her mouth shut, watching the boy.

"Godric's Hollow," Ginny replied. "The other houses you can see through the doors are Angelina and Fred's, and Neville and Hannah's."

"Neville and Hannah Abbott?" Harry asked, eyes widening. Lily guessed he knew them, whenever he was from. She had realized that he couldn't possibly be from her time, considering she knew everyone in the fifth year at Hogwarts, yet she didn't know him.

Ginny nodded, shrugging as if she wasn't entirely sure how it had happened either.

"Who are you?" Lily asked, before Harry could continue.

"Ginny. Well, my maiden name's Weasley."

Lily nodded. she had heard of the Weasleys before.

"Maiden name?" Harry asked. James snickered a little, glancing at his mother.

Ginny smiled drily. "I'll explain later."

"Who are you?" Lily asked, glancing at Harry. He ran his hands through his messy black hair, so similar to Potter's.

"Erm, well, my name's Harry Potter," he said slowly, glancing at her. She betrayed no emotion, as she had figured anyway. "I was born in 1980," he added as an afterthought.

That made sense. It was perfectly plausible for Ginny to be his friend's little sister then.

"Sufficient?" James said, glancing between Harry and Lily. "Information, I mean. Done asking questions?"

"No," both Lily and Harry said, but he was already standing up, moving toward the back door. "I'll go get your book out of the basement, hmm, mum? I dont' think it's good to share any more information until Dad's home." And with that, he shut the wooden door behind him. His footsteps made creaking sounds on the stars.

"He's probably right," Ginny said. For a moment, they all sat in silence. Lily picked at the hem of her tie. Harry ruffled his hair again, and she suppressed the urge to tell him off for it.

James came running up the stairs much earlier that she expected. He slammed the door open, no book in his hands, and Lily was about to ask exactly what he was doing when he began to talk between deep breaths.

"Broken hourglass-golden dust-fingerprints on the boxes-one's tipped over!"

"James!" Ginny said. "Calm down."

He stood silently for a moment, catching his breath, before continuing. "There's a broken hourglass in the basement, surrounded by golden dust. Isn't that a time turner, mum?"

Ginny, much to Lily's surprise, swore loudly. "I think I know where Lily and Albus have gone," she said.