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HPOV

I want you to go to dinner with James Potter.

I heard the words but for some reason my brain was not comprehending their meaning. James Potter? As in Harry's deceased father? What in blazes is Luna on about this time?

I looked between Luna and Ginny trying to decipher if this was some sort of a joke. Ginny's face was just as shocked as mine, and Luna looked intrigued and yet vaguely disinterested at the same time. I knew she must have a good reason for doing this, Luna always does. In the end you are always left so sure that what you did was the right thing to do you wonder why you ever doubted her in the first place.

With that in mind, I nodded my head and went to retrieve the time turner from the spot she had rested it on.

"Okay, so what exactly am I to do at this dinner? What should I divulge about who I am and why I am requesting dinner with him?"

"You tell him who you are if you deem it necessary. But what I want you to find out from him is what inspired him to become the hero that he is. You can either visit him while he's still a student at Hogwarts or when he's already married to Lily and is an auror or you can go to him when Harry's already born."

"That leaves a lot of room for interpretation Luna."

"I know it does but that's the joy of it isn't it?" Her face took on a far away look and I knew that I had lost her to her own little world. Anything I asked her at that point would only have earned me a vague response so I didn't press any further.

I took a deep calming breath and turned the time turner.

I had forgotten how it felt to enter the no-man's land created by manipulating the time-space continuum. It was exhilarating. My breath stopped for all of two seconds but it was marginally less uncomfortable than when I apparated so it was tolerable. The scenes of the day's events melted into the background until they were no longer familiar.

And that is how I ended up here.

On my way to have dinner.

With Harry's father.

The night before I was supposed to be marrying Ron.

What the hell was I thinking choosing dare? I should know better than to accept anything other than truth from the likes of Luna Lovegood!

I was snapped out of my inner monologue by the sound of the trees behind me rustling. I span around as quickly as I could, wand drawn. This could not get any worse if I wanted it to.

"Hey! What are you doing here? How'd you get onto Hogwarts' grounds?" At first I think to myself, obviously because I'm a witch you dimwit. Then I remember that I'm a full grown witch and thereby should not really be here unless I'm a teacher or a guest of the Headmaster, and I'm neither...

My heart nearly stops.

I've heard so many say that Harry looks like his father but I never realized how true that statement was until now. It was unnerving and if not for the difference in their eyes I would have thought I was speaking to my friend and not his long dead father. And maybe that was the reason I was able to proceed with the evening without worry.

"I came looking for you. I have heard so much about you…" I hoped that that was enough to get his attention. It was, because, not two minutes later he was leading me to the secret passageway into Hogsmeade.

The walk to the little village is silent so as not to draw any unwanted attention to ourselves. When we finally emerge in the village the silence which we had been immersed in is immediately broken. The voices of people enjoying a night out floats out to us from the pubs and restaurants around us and the occasional witch or wizard would pass by looking at us quite suspiciously. But nothing would ever take precedence in my mind of that evening over the pure feeling of exhilaration coursing through my veins at knowing that I was standing mere inches away from the notorious, legendary even, James Potter.

"So you've heard about me? Who from?" the curiosity in his eyes causes it to sparkle.

We approach a small building that was painted a weird, almost puke green colour, with sections of the paint peeling off; but other than that off-putting characteristic, it held a certain unique charm. The windows were reminiscent of a basement window, small and not providing much light and above the front door was, what looked like, an actual noose dangling a lifeless puppet. I shudder at that less than customer friendly decoration while James opens the door.

As we walk into the Hangman's Noose, a little restaurant sitting next to Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop, the quaint atmosphere draws a wistful sigh from my lips. Its inside reflects nothing of its outward appearance, which is a pleasant surprise. Too bad this place isn't around anymore. I wonder what ever happened to it...maybe it got destroyed in the First Wizarding War.

Before I allowed myself to stray too far into that train of thought I bring myself back to the conversation.

"I know I'm not supposed to do this…it breaks every law that the Ministry of Magic has put in place to ensure the secrecy of our art among other things but…I have no choice. Look I was sent here on a sort of a dare. I'm not entirely sure what I'm supposed to do but I was told that I had to have dinner with you, either as you are now or...um..."

"Would you spit it out already? Before my kids are born!"

I chuckle silently at that and think to myself that if he only knew the irony behind those words he would never have said them. Or maybe he would have. I can't be sure.

"Fine, but you have to swear to secrecy because my freedom and possibly yours as well depends on it."

"I promise. I'm good at keeping secrets. Besides if I tell about you then I'm going to be asked a butt load of questions that I rather not answer myself…"

"Well, have you ever heard of a time turner?" He shook his head indicating that he had never heard of it.

"It's an hourglass shaped device that allows you to manipulate the time space continuum. You simply turn it the necessary amount of times and it carries you back to a time that you've experienced before, its almost like a do-over device. I'm about to be married and I was dared to go back let's say some twenty odd years and have dinner with you."

"Why me? Why am I so special that you would come all this way back here just to have dinner with me? What's it like in the time you come from? It must be amazing, and hopefully free of people like You-Know-Who."

"Honestly? If you don't take this well I swear I am going to obliviate you but…pretty soon you and Lily Evans are going to have a son. I am about to marry his best friend and well I guess the girls wanted me to connect with you so that I can understand your son's past a little better, I think. Honestly she didn't really tell me why she dared me to do that… And as for what its like I don't think it makes a difference if you know so I'd rather not say." I tell him that little white lie about not knowing why I was there because the instructions that Luna gave me were a little too vague for me to explain them to anyone, let alone do so without sounding completely raving.

"Lily Evans? Are you completely mental? In what world is Lily Evans going to give me the time of day, let alone have a kid with me?"

"Well…I don't know how you do it, but believe me, you do. Because you and she had a baby boy who has grown into an amazing young man. You'd be so proud of him and amazed at all that he's been through. You're actually a grandfather. He named his daughter after Lily.

She's quite the little handful but such a blessing. And they're expecting again. But honestly, I wouldn't mind spending some time with you to understand where your son gets it from.

He looks so much like you it's scary. All that's missing is the eyes…his eyes are a brilliant green-"

"Just like Lily's. I bet you could get lost in them couldn't you?"

"Yes you can. But that's something that's left exclusively to his wife." I specifically avoid telling him any names so as not to steer him in any direction when the time did come for him and Lily to make that decision.

But I realize that I had also neglected to tell him my name which is a tad bit rude if you think about. I mean here I am speaking to this man about his future child and he doesn't even know me from Merlin. My mother would be horrified if she knew.

"Where are my manners? I forgot to tell you who I am. My name is Hermione. Is there anything you'd like to ask me, before I get to my fifty questions?"

"Sure. I know I can't ask you any specifics like how old he is, or what's his name. So what I am going to ask is, is he happy?"

"As happy as he can be. He's been through a lot."

"How terrible."

"Don't worry, he's doing much better. And he's always been surrounded by people who love and care for him no matter what. Every little adventure that he's had Ron and I have always been right there beside him or at the very least one step behind him."

"Well that's wonderful."

Just then the waitress comes up to us and takes our orders. The menu offered classical English dishes like kidney pies but there were a few oddballs in there which I studiously avoid. No need to give myself food poisoning on this little expedition. As I allow my mind to focus on the prospect of food I begin to notice the delicious smells wafting through the air, the simple inhalation of which could leave you ravenous.

"I'll let you get to it then. Ask away. Wait, I have one more question. Why did you have to come all the way back here? Why not just apparate over to my place and have dinner with Lily and me back in your time?"

"Um…well I had that thought of something very similar to that option but I thought this would be more authentic. Besides I'd still need to use the time- um...I just decided this would be better that's all."

"Oh. I'm not around any more am I?" So he had caught that little slip. I curse myself. I'm not usually so careless with words, what the hell is going on with me?

"I really shouldn't say. It could-"

"I don't give a rat's arse what could happen. Just tell me. Am I dead or not?"

"I'm sorry."

"So I am dead," he says resignedly. "What about Lily? Is she around at least?" As he asks me, I see the pain in his face. I knew that he was hoping that at least, if he wasn't alive, that she would be. It hurts me, to have to think that his hopes would be shattered by my answer. How do you tell someone that the love of his life perished in a most violent way, fighting to save their child from the clutches of a murderous psycho?

I steel my nerves to deliver the heart wrenching news.

"She-"

"Of course she isn't otherwise you could have spoken to her and wouldn't have needed to come here. I know I shouldn't ask but, well, does it have anything to do with You-Know-Who?"

"I can't say. You know I can't answer that." I wanted to tell him, but something inside me keeps me from breaking his heart any more than I already had.

"Yea, I guess you're right. So what did you want to know?"

"Well I was hoping you could tell me what you were like…er…are like at Hogwarts? Professors McGonagall and Dumbledore kept saying that Harry took after you in the 'getting in trouble' department. But they never really said what kind of trouble you got into exactly."

His face turns a light pink shade and he sets a sheepish smile on his face.

"I'm a bit of a prankster really. I like having a bit of fun that's all. Sometimes it goes a bit far and teachers have to get involved. There was this one time…"

OKAY SO I KNOW THAT THIS IS NOT HOW THE TIME TURNER IS SUPPOSED TO WORK, IT ONLY TRANSPORTS YOU BACK TO A TIME WHICH YOU HAVE ALREADY EXPERIENCED BUT I AM DECIDING TO USE MY CREATIVE LICENSE AS A FICTION WRITER ON FANFICTION TO CHANGE THINGS UP A BIT SO BARE WITH ME…

Its short I know but there is method to my madness. I want to create a masterpiece for the stories that he tells Hermoine but my brain refuses to cooperate so I decided, instead of writing something completely mediocre I will leave you with a cliffie and work on that masterpiece...forgive me?

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