Disclaimer: Yes. I admit. I am J.K. Rowling. I have decided to take a break from writing book 7 to come onto and write this. Fine. I'm joking. looks around for police and runs.

A/N: Oh my gosh! Thirteen reviews this time around! AH! I'm so happy! You guys rock my socks off! Thanks so much to the following reviewers: PSTurner, emeraldsgem, And So The Wolf Howls, amattsonperdue, Blossom1098, Kurinoone, AnIrishLily, Asteroid225, warm summer days, AlisSilly, Phantom of a Rose, amattsonperdue, and Whitelight72. I love you all!

And So The Wolf Howls: Yes, Harry was quite sarcastic, wasn't he? When I was writing that chapter I actually didn't intend on Harry sounding the way he did, I was trying to write how Harry would have responded (in my opinion) to finding out that these two sixteen year olds (who look nothing like his parents) are claiming to be Lily Evans and James Potter. Hm, well I guess I probably got too carried away because when I re-read the chapter Harry did seem incredibly sarcastic. I guess that's what happens when you eat too much chocolate before sitting down to write a chapter...haha

ammattsonperdue: Hm, I didn't really quite understand your review (then again, it was around midnight when I read it), but I think what you may have noticed was the screwed up timeline I have in this story. I realized that I had gotten all the dates messed up and everything after I had already started posting chapters. For example, the date I have for Harry's sixth year is a couple of years off from the actual date it should be. I'm sorry for any confusion!

Anyways, onto this next chapter. Its 1:30am where I am, and I decided "Hm, what a great time to upload the next chapter." So, without any further ramblings from a tired teenage girl, here's chapter 8. Enjoy!

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Chapter 8:

"This isn't right!"

"Harry, please calm down," Hermione said quietly as she, Ron, Lily, James, and Professor Dumbledore watched Harry pacing frantically in front of the Headmasters desk.

Harry snapped his head around to look at Hermione, his face slightly red. "Calm down? Calm down? You're telling me to calm down when I just found out that my parents came back from the dead. That's not supposed to happen, Hermione!" Harry yelled, his voice rising alarmingly. He glanced quickly at Lily and James and then hastily looked away, resuming his pacing.

"Well, technically," James started, speaking up for the first time since entering the headmaster's office, "we didn't really come back from the dead. It's more like we…time traveled."

Harry snorted, as if trying to say 'like there's a difference', but for some reason Harry seemed to be refusing to look at, let alone talk to, his parents.

"Harry, I think it would be wise of you to listen to what I, and Lily and James, have to say. After all, they've been here for nearly two weeks now and I'm sure they have many questions," Dumbledore stated calmly, his eyes silently following Harry's every move.

This suggestion riled Harry up at once as he rounded on his Headmaster. "Two weeks and you knew all along! Why didn't you inform me, or is this some other silly little thing that would be too fragile for Potter's little ears?" Harry spat, marching up to Dumbledore's desk, his eyes gleaming with rage. He was sick of information being withheld from him, especially when it involved him in a very large way.

Lily's eyes widened at the show of disrespect her son was showing towards his Headmaster, and the politeness Dumbledore was still showing Harry. Attempting to defend her headmaster, she decided to speak what was on her mind. "Honestly, Harry, it wouldn't hurt just to hear our side of the story, would it? Yelling at Professor Dumbledore isn't going to make matters any better for any one of us."

Everyone in the room turned to look at the now-blonde haired girl, except Harry whose back became tense as he continued to breathe deeply. "It's quite alright, Miss Evans," Dumbledore said, smiling at Lily. The wizened old man then turned his attention back to Harry, talking firmly, but not raising his voice. "I did not wish to put Lily and James in an uncomfortable situation or put them in harms way, but unfortunately both those things seem to be, regrettably, unavoidable."

The room went eerily quiet at that pronouncement, Dumbledore surveying Lily and James with his bright blue eyes. "Professor, what exactly are you talking about?" Ron asked curiously, shooting a look at James, who was looking at him too; both were recalling the argument they had overheard between Snape and their Headmaster.

"I believe that Mister Potter and Miss Evans are in grave danger," Dumbledore said, readjusting his glasses. Silence filled the room.

Harry turned to look at Ron. "Now it makes sense," Harry said, rubbing his scar subconsciously.

Professor Dumbledore glanced at him, "What do you mean, Harry?"

Harry began pacing the room again, as if it was helping him let out some built up steam. "Ron, Jacob or should I say James, and I accidentally overheard you and Snape discussing something by the forest after Quidditch practice, and Snape had told you—"

"—Professor Snape, Harry," Dumbledore politely corrected.

"—That Voldemort had gained some important information, and now it all makes sense. I'm not the one in danger, they are," Harry exclaimed, pointing his finger at Lily and James who shared worried looks.

Dumbledore sighed. "Curiosity is not a sin, but you should always use caution when you find yourself faced with it."

Lily looked towards her old professor and gulped, fearing the worst. "What sort of danger, sir?"

That one question seemed to hit Dumbledore hard as he immediately appeared way older than he had ever looked before. He slowly took off his glasses, wiped his eyes tiredly, and then surveyed the group. "As of this moment, Lord Voldemort has been alerted of your return, James and Lily. I'm afraid that if anything shall happen to you it could alter the course of Harry's very being."

Hermione gasped as she covered her mouth with her hands, her eyes fearful, looking from Harry to Lily and James. Ron looked like he was about puke, his face contorted into a pained expression. The knowledge that the deaths of Harry's teenage parents could wipe out Harry's complete existance was startling, to say the least.

Harry had to contain all of his strength to not reach out and shake Dumbledore forcefully. Here his professor was, once again, totally willing to trust Snape when clear evidence was pointing towards the face that he was no good. "How can you still trust Snape? He's sold my family out before, and now he's done it again. And yet, you still insist on being friendly with him!"

"I will not hear your views on this any longer, Harry. I've been patient enough to answer your questions regarding Professor Snape plenty of times before. My same answer still stands." Dumbledore peered at Harry, his face resolute.

Rage rose up inside of Harry, building all the way from his toes to the top of his head. He couldn't believe Dumbledore. "You're impossible," Harry seethed, his eyes wild. It seemed like his sense of reason had snapped in half. What with the fact that his parents had somehow time travelled and the fact that at any moment Harry could vanish without anyone having any knowledge he had even existed had completely sent Harry's mind spinning.

"Harry, I don't think—" Ron tried to speak uncertainly, watching his best friend closely.

"No," Harry retorted, facing the red headed boy. "You said it yourself," he continued, pointing at his professor, "you said even you make mistakes! How do you know you aren't wrong about Snape?"

"I have nothing more to say on this matter," Dumbledore answered with a ringing note of finality. If the headmaster was getting fed up with the raving raven-haired boy, he didn't show it, but his voice definitely told enough.

Stalking over to the door in four long strides, Harry ripped it open. The group turned to stare at Harry, who was breathing heavily, his face red. "I'm through with this." With one last angry look around the room, the door slammed behind Harry's retreating back.

An absolute silence followed his wake, nobody really knowing what to make of the situation. "Uh…" Ron started, breaking the tension, looking towards a pale-faced Hermione for help. "Maybe we should go…" Ron and Hermione silently got up and when they weren't ushered back by Dumbledore, followed Harry, leaving a nervous Lily and James. No one really knew what to say at first, so they just sat in silence, stunned at everything that had just occurred.

"I suggest you two do everything you can to stay out of harm's way," Dumbledore advised finally, surveying them over the tips of his long fingers.

"Of course, Sir," James said at once, grasping Lily's hand tighter than he probably meant to.

Lily lifted her worried gaze off of the floor and stared into Dumbledore's eyes. "But, Sir, you don't think Voldemort will really come after us and…kill us, do you?" The grip on Lily's hand tightened further, causing her to wince slightly.

Dumbledore put his wand tip to his temple and pulled away a silvery strand which was undoubtedly a memory he wished to cast away into his pensieve. "I think it unwise to underestimate Tom Riddle," he said grimly, swirling the memories inside of his pensieve around in circles.

James shot Lily a look, and the two got up, taking it as their cue to leave. Just as they reached the door, Dumbledore called them back. "Oh, I believe it is alright now if I put you back to your normal selves, and I'm sure you'll be more comfortable that way." Dumbledore raised his wand and twirled it around Lily. Her blonde hair slowly turned back to its normal wavy red and her eyes returned to their deep emerald color. Dumbledore then did the same to James, and the two were back to normal.

"Thank you, Professor," James said, as he grabbed Lily by the arm and turned towards the exit once again.

"One last thing," Dumbledore called out, "let Harry tell you things on his own. It will only anger him if you pester him about his past."

James and Lily nodded understandingly, as they walked out of Dumbledore's office, Fawkes the Phoenix singing a sad melody after them.

"Do you think it was smart for us to go back to normal? I mean, wouldn't it be easier to stay hidden from Death Eaters and such if we still had our disguise?" Lily asked, as soon as they had exited their headmaster's office.

James felt his blood boil at the thought of Snape going off and revealing information to Voldemort, but he answered Lily, trying to keep calm. "If Snape told Voldemort that we're here he would have added that we were under a disguise. We're in no more danger than we were in with the fake looks."

It was quiet for a moment before Lily began shaking her head in disbelief. "I still can't believe Snape became a Death Eater and that Professor Dumbledore allows him here, at Hogwarts, a teacher nonetheless."

James glared off into space. "I can believe it, but it seems to me that Snape is a double agent, working for both sides. More so the dark side, though." James fully agreed with Harry. How could Dumbledore continue to trust Snape when slimy Snivellus had gone and run off to Voldemort, selling out Lily's and James' whereabouts?

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It was nearing dusk by the time Lily and James had returned to the Gryffindor common room. They had decided to allow Harry to be alone for a while in order to get his head around things, but in all honesty Lily and James were the ones who needed to work out their own thought. It seemed as if their whole lives had just been turned upside down in a matter of a few hours. It was hard to believe that two weeks earlier all James had been worrying about was getting Lily to go on a date with him, and now he and Lily had to worry about being murdered by an evil wizard…talk about a drastic change.

"Banshee breath," James muttered to the fat lady's portrait, who swung open, admitting the two of them into the room. With one sweep around the room, James and Lily came to discover that Harry, Ron, and Hermione weren't in there, so they made their way over to an empty couch. As they walked towards the fireplace, James noticed a noisy commotion coming from the notice board in the corner of the room. James pushed his way towards the front of the group so he could read what it said as Lily saved him a seat on the couch.

"Hogsmeade weekend next Saturday. Last time before Christmas holidays," James read quietly to himself. His heart seemed to jump as he thought about him and Lily walking down the snowy streets of the wizard village together, having nothing to worry about except what to get their friends for Christmas...

"Um, Lily," James started nervously after he approached Lily and sat down beside her.

She immediately turned towards him with troubled eyes. "What?" she asked softly.

"I know this may not be the best timing and all, but, you know, I was just wondering—"

A small smile fought its way across Lily's face, for a second her worries leaving her. She thought she knew what was coming next; after all he'd been asking her the same question since third year. This time, however, she felt a desiring urge to agree to go out with him. Throughout this experience, a new side of James had been revealed and Lily would be lying if she said she didn't enjoy it. Hesitantly she nodded, answering his un-asked question. "James, I'd like to go to Hogsmeade with you."

James grinned widely in victory as he watched a slight blush creep onto Lily's cheeks. "So, it's a date, Miss Evans."

"I guess it is, Mister Potter." So, maybe this was the wrong time to get excited about a Hogsmeade date, but Lily figured that she had to have something to look forward too instead of dwelling on the fact that Lord Voldemort was out to get them.

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James tiredly made his way up to his dormitory, his heart pumping inside of his chest at the prospect of having to face Harry and Ron for the first time on his own after the meeting in Dumbledore's office. He quietly pushed open the door, incase anyone was sleeping, and hesitantly walked into the room.

All of the lights were extinguished in the room and a faint snoring could be heard coming from the corner where Ron slept. The only light in the room came from a magically lit wand, as its owner was flipping through the pages of a photo album. James stepped closer and his feet made the floorboard creak. Harry immediately looked up and his eyes locked with James'. His eyes widened in shock at finally seeing James, as James and not as Jacob, before quickly shutting the book he had been looking at and shoving it to the edge of his bed; the similarities between them were uncanny

They looked at each other for a moment. "Harry, I—"

"—I'm sorry," Harry said quietly, finally looking away from him.

James peered at his son closely, moving a bit nearer. "What? Why are you sorry?"

Harry didn't answer right away as he stared off into space, his mind somewhere else. Not wanting to push Harry, James quietly began changing into his pajamas. It wasn't until after he had crawled into bed that Harry decided to speak up, his voice laden with emotion

"It's my fault you died."

This definitely wasn't what James had expected. He shot up into a sitting position, staring straight at Harry. "Don't say that. I don't really know what caused our deaths yet, but it most certainly wasn't you," James insisted, desperately wanting Harry to realize that. For a second, his mind flipped to the Auror book that was still hidden underneath his bed.

Harry shook his head, his eyes becoming distant as if there was something else bothering him. James studied Harry harder, trying to figure out what was causing Harry to be so melancholy. A few, silent seconds later, the room was thrown into complete darkness as Harry muttered, "Nox," and his wand tip went out.

James turned over in bed and stared at the wall opposite him, until an idea formed inside of his mind. He quietly slipped his hand under his bed, groping around for the heavy text book. His hand finally came in contact with the leather binding and he pulled it out, dropping it heavily onto his bed. Silently, James closed the hangings that surrounded his bed to insure complete privacy.

"Lumos," he whispered, holding his wand above his head so he could finally continue reading Famous Aurors Through the Ages. As his eyes traveled down the chapter labeled 'Potters', James eyes widened as he read about his past, or present, or whatever.

'The single most intriguing story about Lily and James Potter is their first and only son. To this day, the best witches and wizards have yet to discover how one-year-old Harry James Potter survived the Killing curse and ultimately banished He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.

The mystery as to why You-Know-Who decided to single out the small family of James Andrew Potter remains unanswered as well. Rumors point in the direction that it was because Lily and James Potter were extremely talented Aurors who were trying to bring You-Know-Who to his downfall. Others think that possibly He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named found the young baby boy as a threat and set out to kill Harry Potter while he was defenseless and powerless. If that be true, however, the question that remains is how a one-year-old could be a threat to the most evil wizard of the century.'

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So, now James has figured out a little bit more about himself...

Chapter 9: Chaos and bonding time...

Thanks for reading!

--HeyLookTheSnitch