Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter (though I wish I did), Back to the Future or their various quotes (I wish I owned that too...), Tommy Hilfiger, Breakfast specials, the foreign exchange program, or anything else that's way too expensive for me to own.

A/N: So, part four of my fanfiction is here! Hurray! Anyway, I really like this one, pretty funny in my humble opinion. However I am the author and I view my works differently, ergo, you're going to have to tell me how it was. Ha. Stuck now aren't you? So anyhoo, everyone is REALLY out of character in this chapter, but that's what makes it even funnier! Notice the Back to the Future similarities please.

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"Ooooohhh…" groaned Harry, trying to move. But he couldn't; he felt like his whole body was made of lead. Slowly, he lifted his hand and brushed across a coarse material and what felt like a sheet underneath. He thought he must be in some sort of bed.

Harry tried to turn his head, but gasped when a searing pain shot across his forehead. It wasn't his scar this time.

But Harry did feel something else; fingers stroking his hair…it felt good, relaxing…maybe if he just went to sleep again…

But a disturbing thought crossed his hazy mind.

"Ron…" moaned Harry, opening his eyes. "That better not be you…"

His vision was fuzzy at first; he did see a red blob hovering just above his head, but when his eyesight became cleared, he saw that it was a girl. She was very pretty with silky red hair and emerald green eyes…Harry had the feeling he had seen her before. He closed his eyes again.

'I'm dead,' Harry thought. 'I must have died, I don't know how, maybe it was Voldemort. But I must be in heaven…with my parents…'

"Mom?" Harry croaked. "That you…?"

"There, there now just relax," said a sweet voice.

Harry felt his head being wiped with a wet cloth.

"You've been asleep for almost nine hours now," said the voice again.

'Asleep?' thought Harry. 'How can I be asleep when I've died…?'

Harry felt the cloth on his forehead again. It was incredibly soothing…
'Oh, who cares if I'm dead or not…'

"I had a…horrible nightmare," mumbled Harry. "I dreamed I went back in time…it was terrible."

"Well," the voice said quietly, "You're safe and sound now, back in the good old Hospital Wing."

Harry sat up suddenly. "Hospital Wing!"

He looked at the girl more closely and gasped. Harry was suddenly hit with the truth. He remembered everything; the Time Turner disguised as the 'Special Prize Inside', the Room of Requirement, American Idol, the Tums, the Quidditch Game, his parents, the Bludger…

"You're my mo…you're my mo…"

"My name is Lily," said the girl, slowly, not taking her eyes off his. "Lily Evans."

"Yeah! But you're, uuh…you're, uuh…you're…alive!" panted Harry.

"Just relax, Tommy, you got a big bruise on your head."

Harry put his hand to his head, he felt burst of pain on a certain spot. He had to find Ron and Hermione. Harry threw the covers off himself and attempted to get out of the bed. But then he looked down.

"AH! Where are my pants!"

Lily flinched.

"Over there…" she said shyly, pointing a shaky finger to the neatly made bed next to them. "On that bed…I've never seen purple underwear before, Tommy..."

"Tommy?" exclaimed Harry, rubbing his head. "Why-why do you keep calling me Tommy?"

"That is your name isn't it? Tommy Hilfiger?" Lily gestured to his underwear. "It's written all over your underwear."

"AH!" gasped Harry, quickly pulling his covers back.

Lily blushed coyly. "Oh, I guess they call you Tom, huh?"

"No," muttered Harry without thinking. "Actually, people…call me Harry…"

"Oh." Lily scooted right next to Harry. "Pleased to meet you, Tommy...Harry…Hilfiger."

Harry started to sweat as his mother moved even closer.

"Do you mind if I sit here?" asked Lily, noticing his tenseness

"No!" cried Harry in a very high voice. "Fine. No. Good. Fine. Good…"

Lily reached over and touched Harry's forehead. "That's a big bruise you have there."

Harry withdrew a little too quickly and fell off the bed with a loud THUMP. "Ahhh!"

"Oh!" cried Lily, bending down next to Harry. "Are you alright?"

Harry sat up wearily. "I'm fine."

"You know," said Lily, helping Harry back to his bed. "You look almost exactly like Potter-James, I mean. James Potter." Lily scowled, apparently at the very thought of James Potter.

"Oh, well…" began Harry, suddenly realizing what a bad situation he was in.

But a loud creaking sound filled the room unexpectedly before Harry could make an excuse.

Harry looked around and saw that the doors to the Hospital Wing opened wide and two blurs of people came rushing toward him. The first to reach Harry was Hermione, who jumped on his bed and smothered Harry with hugs. Ron came second, yelling after Hermione.

"I've never seen you run so fast in your life!" panted Ron, putting his hands on his knees for support. "I could barely keep up!"

Lily quickly backed away, muttering something about Madam Pomfrey not wanting too many people in the room. She brushed past them and hurried out the door.

Hermione stopped hugging Harry and suddenly gasped in disgust.

"Harry!" yelped Hermione, diving off the bed. "Where are your pants?"

Quickly covering his underwear, Harry turned a deep shade of scarlet and pointed meekly to his pants on the bed next to him.

"Holy Snitch, Harry!" cried Ron, clearly horrified. "What in the name of Merlin were you doing to your mother?"

"W-what!" stammered Harry. "NO! It's not like that! I woke up with my pants off!"

"Your mother took them off of you!" cried Hermione, looking astounded.

"Why would she do that?" asked Ron, handing Harry his pants.

"I dunno," muttered Harry, still slightly pink. Harry told them the whole story and explained his new name (after he put on his pants of course).

"And then you guys came," finished Harry lamely.

"Hahahaha…" snorted Ron. "Your name is Tommy, hahaha, that's your arch enemy's name! Hahaha that's funny."

"Shut it," growled Harry, glaring at Ron.

"This isn't good," sighed Hermione, rubbing her head. "We need to think of a reasonable explanation for Harry and James's similar appearances. We can't just leave it for Lily to figure out. It's not like she's an idiot and there's no such thing as Time Travel. The only good thing is that Lily and James will never expect to end up together and have Harry."

Harry was about to say something when he was once again interrupted by the loud creaking of the door. He looked up curiously, wondering if someone had possibly ordered him a pizza.

But to his surprise, it was the Marauders: James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew. Harry felt his eyes narrow as he spotted Wormtail, however he was too distracted with the sight of his father, godfather, and his favorite teacher to do anything about him.

The four of them timidly approached Harry's bed and Ron and Hermione backed away so that the Marauders could have room. Hermione glanced at Harry and James nervously, apparently waiting for the entire Universe to become a pancake (preferably with scrambled eggs and bacon on the side).

But as Harry and James met each other's eyes, no such thing happened. In fact, nothing at all happened until Lupin prodded James forward.

James smiled at Harry nervously and tackled him very unexpectedly.

Harry almost wet his pants in surprise while all the males in the room raised their eyebrows and Hermione wrung her hands worriedly.

James let go of Harry and cried "I can't believe they let you out of the Madhouse Harry!"

Bewildered, Harry stared blankly at James for a second. "Madhouse…?"

"Yeah," sniffed James. "You probably don't even remember me. I'm your cousin, Harry! When you were twelve you…you…" James paused to wipe a tear from his eye. "You were hit by a truck transporting mimes to a nearby circus! They couldn't cry out to you or warn you…because…because they were mimes! I've hated mimes ever since."

James sobbed on Harry's shoulder while Sirius gave James a slightly grubby handkerchief. James took it thankfully.

"They had to stick you in a mental facility because you were hurt so badly," continued James tearfully. "You kept muttering random things about potatoes and would steal everyone's left shoe. When you were fourteen you tried to stuff your little sister down the sink. It was horrible, just horrible…" James's voice cracked and it seemed that he wasn't able to go on.

Harry, who was still trying to process what he had just heard, patted James on the back absentmindedly. Hermione looked as if she couldn't believe what she was hearing; her eyebrows were raised so high they looked as if they had become part of her hairline.

"That is so SAD," sobbed Ron, leaning on a frightened Wormtail.

"Yeah," sniffed James. "But now you can come back to Hogwarts with us Harry! Wow, is that where they did the incision?"

"What?" asked Harry sharply.

"Where they did the operation on you," said James, staring at Harry's scar. "Whoa they did an awful job, didn't they?"

Harry felt his scar uncertainly. "Uh, yeah…"

"And what's more," continued James tearfully. "You saved my life!"

"Huh?"

"You saved me from falling off my broom, they told me! That's how…how you got here!"

"Oh yeah…"

"Oh, how can I ever thank you for what you have done!" asked James dramatically.

"Um…nothing really…"

Lupin glanced at Ron and Hermione. "And who may I ask, are your friends Harry?"

"Oh um," started Hermione abruptly. "I'm…well…Hermione Granger and this is Ron Weasley-"

"We're exchange students," proclaimed Ron, much to Hermione's horror.

"I didn't know they had a foreign exchange student program at Hogwarts… where are you from?" asked Lupin curiously.

"Canada," said Ron before Hermione could stop him.

"Canada?" said James doubtfully. "But you both have British accents like us."

"We're from British Columbia in Canada," said Hermione quickly, crossing her fingers.

"Er, yeah!" said Ron. "That's why we have the accents. Plus, we've spent time here."

"Are you two related?" asked Wormtail, apparently intrigued.

"Oh no," said Ron confidently. "Just…friends…both from Canada."

"Right," said Lupin, offering his hand to them both. "Very glad to meet you."

"Any friends of Harry are friends of us!" said James, also offering his hand.

Sirius shook hands with Ron and saddled right next to Hermione, putting his hand around her waist.

"Nice to meet you…" smiled Sirius flirtatiously. "Mmm…they make 'em hot in Canada, don't they?"

Hermione looked as if she was about to throw up as Ron curled his hands into fists and looked at Harry's godfather with newly-found hatred.

"Padfoot, quit harassing Harry's friend," said James, rolling his eyes.

Sirius withdrew, however reluctantly. Ron glared at him.

A loud creaking once again sounded the opening of the door and they were all startled by the shrill voice of Madam Pomfrey.

"I go out for a few minutes and a whole crowd of students disturb my patients! Out! OUT! The poor boy needs his rest!"

Harry waved sadly at his visitors as they were all pushed out the door by an irate Madam Pomfrey.

He still wished they had brought pizza with them.

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A/N: Ha! A cliffhanger! Well, not quite…but still! At least I had a good one last time. Anyway, thanks for reading! Review and I will update. It's just like magic!