Sitting On The Baby By HPOD sufferer
Date: Thursday, 14th June, 9:00PM
Rating: K+ (Scary and Supernatural themes may scare young children, includes character death), sexual implications (very minor)
Summary: Sirius bounded into the compartment, making to sink into the seat next to Lily. The seat in which a sleeping baby...well, slept. Eyes popping, James grabbed his friend's wrists, stopping him from sitting. Sirius Black was frozen in a strange, half-sitting, half-standing position. Lily grabbed the baby quickly, and James released his friend. "You know," said Lily " Baby sitting doesn't usually consist of actually sitting on the baby."
A baby has appeared. Where from? Why? Who does the baby belong to? Harry travels to Marauder Era. AS A BABY! Something went seriously wrong on that Halloween night.
Chapter 16: Dream a Dream of Me
How could I have been so stupid, so lazy of mind,
Every time I turn around there's a new one to find.
It's like being in a mirror and I can't escape,
I'm a picture, a prisoner, bounded with tape.
All I see puts me further away into debt,
But this is a memory I don't want to forget.
Something I do really fear however,
Is that you'll forget me… forever.
"Not again," whispered the image. He was crouched by the bed, and appeared to be about thirteen years of age. He stared at the bed leg; and James, Lily and the first Harry and baby Harry stood watching him. James recognised the boy's Hogwarts robes.
The five-year old mirage inched over to Lily, clutched her leg, and passed the baby into her arms. "Is that me again?" he asked.
The boy by the bed twisted on his heels and stood up, eyes widening behind his glasses at the source of the noise.
"Dad?"
"Harry?"
"Ga-ga!"
"Mum?"
All these words were said together, and became so jumbled nobody heard them. The five-year old Harry was cowering behind Lily and James.
"Ok, up shut!" yelled James.
Lily and the thirteen-year old Harry looked at James weirdly. James coughed. "I meant...be quiet...?"
The boy by the bed gestured to the baby in Lily's arms. "That's me, isn't it?"
Lily gave a pained smile and nodded. "If you're Harry, then yes."
James just stared at Harry. "You look just like me!"
Harry rolled his eyes. "So I've been told. Father's face, mother's eyes."
The sentence, Lily now realised, was true. He had her eyes. Which could only mean one thing...
"OWWWWWWWWWWW!"
Harry had pulled her hair. Not the thirteen year old one, idiots. The baby. And he wasn't letting go. Lily's eyes started to burn with tears. Faintly she heard the latest apparition mutter something about never expecting his dream parents act like this as James attempted to pry Harry off her locks.
"James you better get him off, this hair took me seven years to perfect!" Lily screamed, eyes screwed up in pain.
"I'm trying!"
"No you're..." she let off a colourful display of cussing, "...not!"
"Harry, stop."
Little Harry let go and Lily turned to the green-eyed transparent teen with grateful eyes. "Thankyou!" she gasped, rubbing her scalp.
"She's kind and gentle, kind and gentle," Harry murmured to himself in a chant-like tone. "Kind and...aww, forget it."
James giggled feebly. "I don't like this house anymore," he said. "Ghosts of...my son...keep appearing..."
The thirteen-year old raised his eyebrows. "I am here, you know."
James waved a hand, "yeah, yeah, sure."
"James!" Lily cried, cuffing the said seventh year around the head. "I am in shock. You should be in shock. Instead, you are acting like you don't care your son from the future is here."
"You're in shock?" Harry asked.
Lily turned to him. "Of course I am," she said grumpily. "I spent two weeks with a baby not knowing he was...you. And then you come along! I haven't even finished having one date with James yet, and here's the proof I have to-have to..." her eyes widened. "You idiot!" she said, rounding on James again and hitting him, hard. "You-" smack "-convinced me to-" punch "-marry you!" Hit, hit "and I had-" punch, whack "-KIDS WITH YOU!"
James ran, hands over his head and tried- ineffectively- to hide behind Harry. "Isn't that a good thing?" he yelled.
Lily glared at him through Harry's stomach. "NO!"
Harry looked very putout. "Lupin said my parents would be proud of me," he said in a hurt voice.
Lily looked at Harry's face, smile in place. "Oh, I don't blame you of course," she said kindly. Her head changed angle to look at James. "But it's still his fault. And why-" she glowered more deeply still, "-doesn't he look a thing like me!"
"Well I-" Harry stuttered. "Genetics, you know..."
Suddenly James straightened up. "Waita minute, a five year old version of you came before...did you get bullied as a kid Harry?"
The teen's ghostly cheeks went red. "I'm fine," he said through gritted teeth. "I can take care of myself."
"Where is Harry, by the way?" asked Lily. She clutched her head. "That sentence sounded weird." She turned to look behind herself to where Harry had been last. He wasn't there. Or anywhere, to be exact.
"He's gone!" James shouted, peering into the corners of the room as if the little boy was hiding in the shadows.
"I was here before, as a five year old?" Harry said with scepticism. "Then wouldn't I remember it?"
Lily bit her lip. "Harry, I think you should go back. I'm getting scared, with you popping up."
Harry rubbed his scar. "Oh, ok. Sorry."
"Hey, wait!" James cried, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Just one thing, before you go."
"Yeah?"
"We like you," James said. "Don't forget that."
Harry nodded. "Sure, great...I'll just...how do I leave?"
The baby Harry squirmed in Lily's arms. "Dwoor! Dwoor!" He pointed to the door.
Lily laughed, and smiled. "Don't be silly Harry, how else did you think you were going to leave? Through the window?"
She winked at James.
Harry went to the door and opened it. He looked over his shoulder at the pair, now standing together. "Thanks. This was probably a dream, but...thankyou."
"You're welcome." The pair both said, and then Harry had left, the door swinging shut behind him. They listened to the footsteps move away, fading until they could be heard no more.
"I sounded really corny, didn't I?" James asked, still staring at the door.
"You did," Lily answered in a matter-of-fact tone.
They stood there for a good ten minutes, silent and listening to the wind blowing through the desolate house.
Lily looked at James. "As...interesting," she said delicately "-as this was, can we please leave? I'm am freaked out by this whole 'our son is coming to visit us in his dream' deal."
James agreed and they left the room at a hurry, and paced their way down the stairs. "Funny," said James as he headed for the dining room. "Thought this place wasn't haunted. Knew, in fact."
Lily gave him a disapproving look. "You might like to think you know things James, but you don't even have a speck of knowledge."
"Compared to what?" James countered in an affronted tone.
"Me," she said simply, sticking her nose in the air. "Now open the window."
James smirked and pointed his wand at the tiny lines of light slipping past the planks, and once again the thin ghostly light wrenched itself from his wand with difficulty and crawled agonisingly to the planks, melting all in its path. James hopped through and stuck a hand through to help Lily. She climbed onto the last unbroken chair and flipped a leg out, then the other. But she slipped, and the pair came tumbling out into the muddy ground below, landing in a patch of grass and nettles.
Lily sat up, rubbing her head. "See, I told you I wouldn't like it," she said, her voice shaking.
"You didn't say that," James said, rubbing his head. "Wow, my head hurts."
"Same," Lily quipped, swapping Harry in her arms. He was looking at her with a 'now will you exclaim some more on how good I look when I grow up?' glare.
However, Harry was to be disappointed. You see, just as Harry never remembered the 'dreams' because of certain dreams or events close after having the meeting, Lily and James had forgotten all about their visits in the Shrieking Shack.
For that is the way it is meant to be.
And it was with this memory lost from their minds forever more that James, Lily and Harry trotted off towards the castle, arguing about peace, sport, a bit more sport, men's habits, women's habit's, baby habits and the ten best ways to save the world. Most unfortunate indeed, for it could have saved them a lot of trouble, had they remembered.
Trouble is a simple term for a small, rather round child by the name of Harry who incidentally happened to be in Lily's arms.
Back in the future, a soon to be fourteen year old Harry Potter awoke with a start. Harry lay flat on his back, breathing hard as though he had been running. He had awoken from a vivid dream with his hands pressed over his face. The old scar old his forehead, which was shaped like a bolt of lightening, was burning beneath his fingers as though someone had just pressed a white-hot wire to his skin. All he knew was that he had dreamt about Voldemort.
He did not remember the time that he had awoken as a five year old, breathing just as rapidly as he was now, fearful about what the new school week was to begin, and pondering over what the green flash in his dream had meant.
Only a baby Harry knew what had just occured, and he giggled to himself. He did not know what he was causing, but he had thought the whole incident a laugh. His mother had never hit his father before, but Harry had to admit they had a reason for this. To much of a good thing is bad for you.
However, not having anything good is even worse.
a/n: I hope my dad doesn't suggest to my grandparents that they have a look at this, because...well, anyone with grandparents like mine should understand. I wrote this in two days, so yippee!
I made them forget. Yes, I look at it and say 'that was a very bad bit of writing' but I NEED it to be like that. Please understand. I loved last chapter, but to be honest I really don't like this one. But keep an eye out for more of these 'mirages'...remember why exactly the Shrieking Shack is 'haunted'. For anyone who didn't understand, the 'thirteen year old' Harry is in his summer before fourth, not third, so he's already met Sirius and all that jazz (love that saying...).
I take back the comment about the chips. I have tasted the best chips in the world tonight, so I take it all back. And it wasn't at Macca's.
Coming soon:
Harry gets eaten by a plant in Herbology.
Harry plays peek-a-boo with (insert a mystery person-can you guess who!)
P.S. the chapter was very short.