Disclaimer: If I was J.K. Rowling would I be writing a fanfiction story?

A/N: First, I would like to give a big thank you to the following reviewers: warm summer days, Phantom of a Rose, Kittyatza, and And So The Wolf Howls

Secondly,I would like to comment on a review from And So The Wolf Howls:
I knew I should have looked into the date-thing more thoroughly than I did. Truth be told, all I did was look at the copyright date of my Philosopher's Stone book (which was 1997) and used that as the date of Harry's first year at Hogwarts. Sorry for any confusion!

Now, back to the story. Have fun!

Chapter 3:

"So, how's Ron these days, Lav?"

"Amazing. He's so cute and not that bad of a kisser."

Lily groaned as she stuffed her head under her pillow, hidden by the scarlet bed curtains. She had been listening to these two girls babbling on for what seemed like hours. Luckily, they hadn't noticed an extra girl sleeping in their dorm yet, but it was only a matter of time.

Lily turned over quietly and glanced at a small clock next to her bed. 7:45a.m. When she had first woken up, she had thought she was still in her time and thought it odd that she wasn't hearing her best friend, Lena Clarke, singing in the shower as she normally did. That's when the dramatic truth had settled in and hit her hard.

Rubbing her eyes tiredly, Lily silently sat up, smoothing her hair down. Spending all night tossing and turning in bed wasn't what Lily would call the most relaxing sleep, but at least it was about time for the school day to start. At least the work and the lectures would keep her mind off of the new troubling predicament she was now stuck in.

"Hey, look Lavender, who do you suppose that is?"

Lily froze, biting her lower lip nervously as she heard a set of footsteps approaching closer to her bed.

"It's probably only Hermione."

"No, she left for breakfast ten minutes ago."

Lily quickly ran a hand through her hair, trying to make it look more presentable, right as her bed hangings were ripped open.

Two girls stood before her, both with long dark hair, staring down at her in confusion.

Lily smiled slightly. "Uh, good morning. I'm Lil—I mean, Lisa Carlyle. I know it must be strange to find a random girl in your dorm but—"

One of the girls squealed loudly with excitement, sitting down on the edge of Lily's bed. "Oh my gosh. You mean, you're an exchange student?"

"Yes, from Beauxbatons, although my parents are English," Lily recited from her well rehearsed mind, recalling the information Dumbledore had told them. Hopefully, James would remember the information also; Lily snorted at her own hopeful thinking.

"I'm Lavender by the way," introduced the squealing girl, "and this is Parvati," she pointed to her friend.

"Nice to meet you," Lily responded politely.

"You can hang out with us," insisted the girl named Parvati. "Although, you might want to get out of bed now. Classes start in forty-five minutes."

Lily shot out of bed. Parvati and Lavender jumped backwards, alarmed at the new girl's haste to get to lessons. They watched as she stumbled into the bathroom and shut the door. The two girls raised their eyebrows at each other before a frightened scream came from inside of the bathroom.

"What is it?" exclaimed Lavender, throwing open the door.

Lily turned sharply away from the mirror she had recently been looking into. "Oh…uh…nothing. Yeah, er…just some split ends."

Parvati nodded understandingly. "I have them too. I recently found a new spell to get rid of them actually."

Lily just nodded, still breathing hard, praying for the two girls to leave the bathroom.

Thankfully, someone was answering her prayers. "Do you want us to wait for you so we can show you to the Great Hall, Lisa?"

There was silence as Lily looked around the room confused as to who they were talking to. Then realization hit her. "Oh, no, that's okay. I'm sure I can manage." Goodness, this was going to take some getting used to. First she almost had a heart attack at seeing her blonde haired, blue eyed reflection in the mirror, and now she had to respond to a different name…darn that James Potter.

James, or rather, Jacob, plopped himself down onto a red and gold clad couch. The fire crackled merrily, warming up the cold December room. At least something was the same, thought James as he took in the familiar sights of the Gryffindor common room.

Having woken up to an empty dorm, James had decided to wait for Lily before going to breakfast. She was the only one he knew in this time and he was actually quite excited about spending a Christmas in the future with Lily all to himself, despite the smack across the face he had received from her yesterday. Yep, this would be his chance. She would finally give into him. Honestly, what was more romantic than a once in a life time vacation to the future for a Christmas present? It totally beat the snitch-decorated thong he had given her last year anyway.

The sound of footsteps caused him to look up in time to see a very pretty blonde walking down from the sixth year girls' dorm. James couldn't resist; he grinned warmly at her and winked as she descended the steps, and she grinned back, her cheeks turning a slight pink. At the same time the two did a double take and looked back at each other.

"Evans, that blonde hair suits you," James said confidently. "And I do believe you find me handsome due to the fact that you blushed like a tomato."

"Shut it, Pot—Gates," hissed Lily, quickly looking around the common room. She sighed in relief at seeing it almost empty. "I see my handprint is finally off your face," she said, smirking to herself.

A fake, short laugh issued from James' mouth. "Well, aren't you just a little ray of morning sunshine." Lily rolled her eyes angrily, biting back the words she so badly wanted to throw at him.

So, Lisa," continued James as Lily glared daggers at him, clearly reminding him that she still believed it was all his fault that they were stuck here, "I've decided to forgive you."

"Forgive me? Oh, how very thoughtful of you," Lily retorted sarcastically, exiting the portrait hole.

"Yes, I've decided that I'm actually quite looking forward to spending some time here. Think of it as an adventure," he said casually. "Oh, and I also forgive you for slapping me too. I know it was just a sign of affection."

"Why yes, because nothing says love better than a smack upside the face. Maybe next time I'll show you my undying love for you by knocking you into next Thursday," Lily exclaimed, stalking an angry five steps away, not wanting to completely draw herself away from James. Even though he was an annoying piece of turd, she didn't fancy the thought of walking into breakfast by herself surrounded by completely unfamiliar faces.

Lily hastily sat down near the end of the Gryffindor table, very much aware of the curious stares her and James were receiving as he took a seat beside her on the bench.

"This is slightly…awkward," stated James quietly, as two thirteen year old girls started whispering frantically and shooting hopeful glances at James.

"I thought you would be used to this by now mister Quidditch-captain-for-the-second- year-running," Lily exclaimed, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Oh, good point," he answered, taking a sip of his pumpkin juice; Lily rolled her eyes.

James let his eyes wander along the different house tables randomly as he began to eat his eggs and toast. Slightly further down the table, a red-haired, rather freckly boy seemed to be receiving a telling off from a girl with bushy hair for trying to copy her essay. James chuckled slightly, remembering how Remus had always tried to get Sirius and James to finish their homework early and own there own as well. As James thoughts took a walk down memory lane, his eyes focused on…himself?

James whipped his head around and fixed his attention on a young man with messy jet black hair and facial features just like his own. He even wore glasses.

"Evans," he whispered, nudging her slightly to gain her attention, "since when did they get mirrors installed at the Gryffindor table?"

Lily looked at him oddly for a second, "What are you talking about?"

"Look down there," he said, pointing to the spot where his clone was talking with the curly haired girl and red haired boy.

"What am I supposed to be…whoa," Lily stated, staring transfixed at the boy.

James sighed in relief, "Phew, I'm glad you can see your reflection too, because for a second there I thought I was going insane." James laughed nervously.

"He looks just like you," Lily gasped.

"Well, it is my reflection, Evans. No wonder you got an A on that Transfiguration essay—" He stopped abruptly as Lily shoved a small mirror under his face. He jumped back in shock upon seeing himself in the glass. "AH! What the…" He looked from his new reflection to the boy sitting down the table and then back again. "I've been cloned! Maybe, in the future, they've learned to clone humans!"

"Don't be ridiculous. It must only be your…oh dear Merlin, you reproduced."

James eyes widened as the shock hit him. "You mean, that's my…son?" James asked incredulously, looking back at the boy. A coy smile spread across James' lips as he turned to face Lily. "I guess I finally won you over after all, Evans."

A look of disgust flickered across her face. "In your dreams."

James upbeat attitude wasn't put down by her insults; he was far too used to them. "And apparently in real life. Come on, let's go meet our son!"

Lily grabbed onto his arm to stop him. "First correction, he's your son and only yours, second of all, we can't do anything that will change the past or it might screw up the future!"

"Aw, don't be such a killjoy," James said, trying to make his way out of Lily's firm grasp.

"Dumbledore told us not to, Potter. He doesn't want anyone to know our true appearances; he must have had his reasons."

James watched disappointedly as the boy that could pass as James' twin, walked out of the Great Hall with his two friends. "Fine, fine, I'll be a good boy, but I'm going to meet him sooner or later."

It was definitely much sooner than later. As James and Lily walked into their first lesson, Potions, they were forced to sit at the same table as the boy from breakfast and his two friends.

"Hi," James said brightly, taking a seat next to what was supposedly his son. Lily had to use all of the restraint she had to stop herself from hitting James upside the head. "I'm Jacob Gates, and this lovely lady is Lisa Carlyle. We're exchange students from France."

"I'm Harry, Harry Potter," the boy said, smoothing his fringe down over his forehead.

James threw a smirk over at Lily that clearly said 'I told you so' even though she had been the one to point out that it was his son in the first place, a clear expression of excitement on his face. "And what are your names?" Lily asked politely, stepping in before James could say anything stupid, a lame attempt to try to draw the conversation out of dangerous waters.

The pale, red haired boy turned a miraculous shade of maroon as he looked over at Lily. "Uh, I'm Ron Weasley," he said dazedly, staring transfixed at Lily. James watched the interaction jealously as Lily's feet shifted uncomfortably under the table.

"Nice to meet you, Ron," she responded. She could still feel Ron's eyes on the back of her head as she turned to look at the girl.

"Hermione Granger," the girl said as she shot a look of annoyance toward her friend Ron. The brown haired girl eyed Lily and James curiously until the opening and closing of the classroom door alerted the arrival of the teacher.

Lily gasped as a man with an extremely round middle and bald head stepped into the room. "Slughorn?" she mouthed.

"Good morning, class," he paused as he looked around at this students, beaming widely. His eyes seemed to shift automatically to Harry and he gave him a hearty wave; Harry lowered himself in his chair as if trying not to be seen.

Professor Slughorn's eyes then flickered onto Lily and James and he immediately jumped in excitement. "Oho! I almost forgot we have two new students here today. Lisa Carlyle and Jacob Gates." He beamed at them both and he gave a large wink to Lily, which took her by surprise. She had always been Slughorn's favorite student back in 1980, but he wasn't supposed to know who she really was…was he? Hopefully, he wasn't going to insist on her attendance to his famous 'Slug Club' meetings once again in the future as well.

"Now today we're going to be brewing the Draught of Peace, a very complicated potion but I'm sure you'll all do wonderfully." He waved his wand at the board at the front of the room and a list of ingredients immediately appeared there.

"You have a little over an hour. Winner will receive twenty-five points for their house. You may begin."

The class seemed to scramble for their ingredients as each student prepared their cauldron. After Lily and James had gotten together their supplies from Slughorn's cupboard they settled themselves back at the table with Harry, Ron, and Hermione.

Lily got straight to work; Potions had always been her best subject. The table was quiet for a moment before she heard James' voice ask "So, Harry, you're a Potter then?"

Lily shot her head up and glared at James, watching for Harry's reaction. Ron and Hermione glanced at each other, Ron rolling his eyes, as Harry looked up from his potions' book to look at him.

"Yep," he stated bluntly, once again smoothing down his hair over his forehead. Harry turned back to his textbook and began cutting up his roots. James took this as a signal that Harry didn't want to talk right now and shrugged to Lily who shook her head disbelievingly.

After the lesson, in which Gryffindor had received twenty-five house points due to the new girl's perfect potion, Harry, Ron, and Hermione were making their way towards Defense Against the Dark Arts.

"I can't believe someone actually outwitted the Prince," Ron said to Harry, shaking his head in amazement.

Harry nodded as Hermione glared darkly into space. "What's up with you?" Harry asked her.

"There's something funny about those two," she responded. "I mean, did you see how interested Jacob was? He kept staring at you and asking you questions…"

"Hermione, who isn't interested in Harry? He's the most famous teenage wizard, having defeated You-Know-Who about fifty times now," Ron stated. "And besides, you're just jealous that another person is better than you in potions."

Hermione's face grew red as she made a weird sound in her throat, "Well, at least mine was the pinkish color described instead of the gooey brown yours was."

Ron gaped after her as she stalked off, her hair bouncing angrily behind her. Shrugging the little argument off, Ron turned towards Harry. "So, what do you think of the new girl?"

Next Chapter: James' finds a book that can tell him all he needs to know...

Until next time!

--HeyLookTheSnitch