Sorry for the long wait, but here's the next chapter! I apologize if it's a little confusing, having two versions of the same character is a little hard to write.

Enjoy!

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

2022

"How?" Harry and James demanded at the exact same time. They exchanged glances, and Lily almost wanted to laugh. The two boys had the same expressions of shock and confusion, down to the left eyebrow that was slightly quirked upwards.

"You know," Harry started, "from a bloody broken time turner and time sand, exactly where your children have gone? Do mothers have like, an instinct for that stuff?"

Ginny laughed, but the smile didn't reach her eyes. Lily wondered exactly where she thought the two teenagers were. It didn't seem to be a very nice place, not from her reaction.

"Blimey, Harry, you sound like Ron. And no, unless I just haven't inherited it. I don't know where they are exactly either. Just… A very good guess." She shook her head, still slightly amused, but Lily still noticed the tenseness as she moved, like the woman was nervous about something.

Not that she hasn't got any reason to be, Lily scolded herself. Honestly, she's just found out that her son and daughter are missing.

In fact, Ginny seemed to be handling the situation extremely well.

"Where d'you think they are, then?" she asked, frowning. Harry turned to Ginny as well, while James slumped lower against the door frame he leaned against and ducked his head so his messy black bangs covered his eyes.

It reminded Lily so much of her James, she almost wanted to be sick.

Ginny ran her hand through her own hair, which made Lily flinch. Honestly, did they all do that? "Neither of you had a time turner on you when you, erm, ended up here, yes?"

"I didn't," Lily replied, folding her arms as well.

Harry sighed. "No. I was at the Dursley's."

"Dursleys?" Lily echoed. "Why does that sound familiar?" She racked her brains, searching through long forgotten memories. It had something to do with her sister didn't it? But all she could come up with was a whale… What did a whale have to do with Petunia?

"Should it sound familiar?" he replied, staring at her with an odd expression on his face. It seemed to be a mix between hatred and longing. She wasn't sure which were directed at her.

"Well, Lily and Albus both disappeared, and you both disappeared- at the same time, I assume? Can you apply that to time travel? Anyway, since they broke the time turner, and neither of you did, perhaps you switched places? Don't ask me to explain how, that's hardly my medium, but it's possible, isn't it?"

"Sounds right," James admitted, nodding. "So our Lily's in some year in the seventies-"

"1975," Lily interjected.

"Right, and Albus is in... what, 1995?"

"S'pose," Ginny replied, shrugging. "Makes as much sense as any. We'll wait for Harry to come back, he'll have an idea."

"Me?" Harry said in surprise. "What d'you mean-"

"I'm home!" sounded from the hallway, reverberating through the house. Both Lily and Harry flinched a bit, recognizing the voice. Ginny grinned a little and stood up, leaving the kitchen for what Lily guessed was the front door. Harry glanced at her with a confused look on his face, which she assumed was from the fact that apparently another Harry was talking to Ginny at that moment.

She sent him a shrug and look that she hoped seemed reassuring, but he probably didn't know her well enough to tell.

The three of them in the kitchen could hear voices sounding from the hallway. James pushed himself off the door frame to go greet "Harry."

Lily fingered the edge of her necktie, tracing over the golden stripes. Harry sat up straight next to her, leaning towards the open doorway to see if he could eavesdrop. Neither of them caught much of the conversation, just snippets of speech.

"Dad!"

"-You'll be so surprised…"

"-We're not sure."

"-No idea. Just appeared!"

"-Broken time turner."

"-Two children, yes. They'll look familiar, if you know what I mean."

"They're talking about us," Harry noted, staring at her with his unnerving green eyes. Where had she seen those before?

Shaking her head, Lily sighed. "Well, I would go closer to listen in, but that would be rather rude, don't you think?"

He shrugged. "Stay here then." Standing up, he tiptoed to the doorway, before slipping out into the hall.

Lily heaved a sigh, sitting back in her chair and crossing her legs. Boys. Couldn't they just follow the rules for once?

Though, no one had explicitly stated that they had to stay here. Sure, there was a strange feeling in the air that this room was safer than all of the others, but feelings were wrong all the time. Weren't they?

Muttering under her breath about Potters, she slipped out into the hallway, spotting Harry next to a window. The blinds were open, showing a familiar scene to Lily. It appeared Ginny and James and whoever else lived in the house were situated in the middle of a muggle neighborhood. She could spot cars in cracked driveways, grills in backyards, the grass yellowing in the heat, and scribbled games of hopscotch on the deserted road. Grinning a little, she turned to Harry.

"Nice, isn't it?" she asked. "Normal. Sometimes, when the Slytherins get really bad, I wish I could just go home. Of course, I can't, not really, because it's not any safer there or anything-"

"Doesn't matter what happens at Hogwarts, it's better than home," Harry interrupted. He ran another hand through his hair, and Lily fought to keep her own hanging at her sides. She frowned, studying him for a moment.

Right, of course. He was a Potter, a boy who had probably grown up with magic. Why would he be nostalgic about a boring muggle neighborhood?

Lily couldn't be sure why anywhere was better than his home, however. She was still trying to puzzle that one out.

A flash of bright light burst out from one of the bushes lining the side yard of the house, temporarily blinding Lily. She blinked her eyes and glanced back at the bush.

Nothing. Turning to Harry, she tapped him on the shoulder. "Did you see that?"

"What?" Apparently not. With a shrug, Lily turned her attention back to the conversation.

"They're in the kitchen, yeah," Ginny was saying. Footsteps sounded from the end of the hall, and Lily made to go back into the kitchen when she noticed Harry was frozen in his place. Ginny, James, and the other Harry stood, watching the two carefully.

Lily suppressed a gasp as she looked at the other Harry. He wasn't as lanky or skinny, but he had the tell-tale messy black hair of all Potters, even the same lightning shaped scar on his forehead. His emerald green eyes reminded her of the something lurking at the back of her brain the same way the Harry standing next to her did.

His hands were shoved in his pockets, and he seemed to be about to grin, though he wasn't sure if that was acceptable yet.

"H-hello," Lily stammered. The older Harry blinked at her, frowning a bit, before turning to the younger Harry.

"You're me," the younger Harry said, frowning.

"Appears so," older Harry replied, grinning now. "I'd imagine you'd be quite surprised."

Harry gulped, still staring at his older self. "You don't seem so surprised."

"Oh, I've just sent Merlin back to his time. It's been happening a lot lately, actually. The Ministry's starting to get worried." Harry smiled, and Lily was strongly reminded of Dumbledore.

"You aren't worried?" younger Harry asked.

"I'm good at hiding it."

Younger Harry frowned, his gaze shifting around the room. Lily caught him glancing at a photograph hanging on the wall.

"Wait," he said, slowly, "you don't live here, do you?"

"Wha- yeah, I live here," older Harry replied, his hands still in his pockets.

"But Ginny lives here too."

Lily stifled a giggle, glancing at younger Harry. "You mean you haven't figured it out yet?"

"What?"

Ginny smiled, amused, and James started to laugh, watching Harry's reaction. Older Harry gave him a grin that said you'll get it soon enough.

"I live here and so does Ginny," he said, slowly.

Younger Harry gulped and glanced at Lily, who by then had broken down in snickers. "Right."

"Don't worry, you'll get used to the idea."

Ginny glanced at older Harry. "He'd better. It only took you five years."

"I was an idiot about relationships."

"You're still an idiot about relationships."

Older Harry let out a laugh. "Yeah, don't remind me. Anyway, you'd be Lily?" He asked, nodding at the redhead.

"Yeah," she replied, smiling and waving. "Erm, I dunno why I'm here. I mean, I s'pose it was an accident, the whole time travel thing, but you all seem to be related all, and I'm not related to any of you all… Why're you looking at me like that?"

He had been watching her with an amused expression, running hand through his hair as his eyes twinkled. "Ginny, what have you told them?"

"Not much," Ginny admitted.

Lily felt like she was in the same boat younger Harry had been just a few minutes before. "Will someone please tell me what we're talking about? Because I'm pretty sure I'm not related to any of you."

Older Harry looked from Ginny to James and younger Harry. "You mean you haven't even mentioned it to her?"

"Mentioned what?" Lily demanded, crossing her arms. "If you won't tell me, I'll figure it out myself. And I'm warning you, I'm not exactly easy on what I look into. So if you find anything broken around here it was probably me." She glared at each of the other four occupants of the hallway in turn, waiting for them to respond.

"Go on, Harry," Ginny said, raising her eyebrows and smiling at her husband. For a moment Lily felt uncomfortable, thinking that the sentence gave off tension, but she realized that the red haired woman was smiling playfully.

"Well," older Harry started, running his hand through his hair, making Lily inconspicuously clench her fists. "Erm, you… Look, there's a boy in your year named James, yes?"

"What's this got to do with him?" she asked, frowning. Younger Harry flinched in the corner of her eyesight.

"Yeah, well, he likes you doesn't he?" he continued. Lily frowned, turning her glare up to full blast and focusing it right into the dark haired man's eyes.

"He's faking it. Most definitely. And I don't like him anyway. He's an arrogant prat." Younger Harry seemed to be shaking now, staring at her, and she wasn't sure why.

"Well, I think you just might change your opinion later on," older Harry said, watching her carefully. "See, you're… Well… Oh, blimey, forget this. You're sort of my mother."

You could hear a pin drop in the hallway, a surprise for the Potter household.

"What!" Lily shrieked, her voice echoing off the wooden walls. She cleared her throat. "How do I ever end up liking him?"

"Dunno," he replied. "But it'll happen."

"Wait," younger Harry said, "why are you telling us about our futures? Couldn't we, ruin the timeline or something?"

Ginny sighed, and glanced at her husband. "Well, we've got memory charms. And, it sort of started coming out after you told me who you were. I'm a bloody reporter here, I don't usually keep secrets. Not to mention that didn't go so well the last time."

Both Harrys flinched, and Lily glanced at them confused. "What?"

"Later," older Harry said, smiling a little. "Ginny's right, the Ministry's quite good at memory charms. And I did say I'd just sent back Merlin. Plus… I know you," he pointed at his younger self, "can't keep from exploring things for the life of you. No point, really."

"You just said too much and made up excuse, didn't you," younger Harry said calmly.

Lily giggled a little, glancing at the teenager, and Ginny and James both let out a full on laugh. Older Harry spluttered a bit before responding.

"Funny how I'm not obtuse about that!"

Ginny heaved another breathless laugh. "You were obtuse about some things and smart about others."

"Hey!" younger Harry protested. "I'm right here!"

Lily turned abruptly toward the door to the living room as a green flash burst out of the room, the fireplace to be exact. It must've been the floo.

Sure enough, a second later, as James had started toward the living room, younger Harry had backed away nervously, and older Harry and Ginny had exchanged frowns, a red and bushy haired girl burst into the hallway.

"Uncle Harry! You ought to come look at this!" She stood in front of them, panting as if she had just run a mile. Her gaze quickly drifted to younger Harry, fixing on his lightning shaped scar. "Erm, hello. You're- you're not Al, are you?"