Disclaimer- Nope. Still not mine. I'm pretty sure the Harry Potter universe and all the characters still belong to J. K. Rowling. Hmm…Maybe she'll let me borrow Sirius sometime? I'd like that.

To anyone who read this story before; I know it used to be Harry/Remus, but I've decided that I'm barely capable of writing a regular pairing that I'm familiar with, so I really can't write slash. So this story is now Harry/Hermione. There are a few new changes, so you might wanna re-read the first few chapters even if you read it before.

As the tumbling stopped, finally, and the world began to gain some color and they all felt their bodies slam into the ground, Harry found himself wondering if it had worked. He'd never really doubted the power of the arch, but his instincts were just screaming that something wasn't right.

Suddenly Harry knew what didn't feel right, it was too quiet and there was far too much light shining through his closed eyelids. Harry jerked up off the ground in an instant; looking around, searching for a threat, Harry realized that at least part of the plan had worked. They were most definitely on the Quidditch pitch at Hogwarts. The problem was that he was fairly sure it was not the right day, or even month. Harry distinctly remembered that the first time around there had been hedges growing on the pitch for over a month before the task; there was nothing at all resembling a hedge anywhere to be seen right now.

Harry began carefully trying to look for any clue to tell him when it was. The castle was far too quiet for the middle of the day, as harry deduced it must be from the sun's position overhead, and therefore he was fairly sure that it must be either a holiday or a Hogsmeade weekend. Even during class hours the school was never that quiet.

He was just about to begin head toward the castle and look for anyone willing to tell him the date when Harry heard what was unmistakably a noise of distress from Hermione. Turning around quicker than lightning, wand at the ready to defend her if need be, Harry paused when he saw what exactly was causing her distress.

It seems that Hermione had been smart enough to remember that she was a witch, while Harry had just been confused, and had used a charm that makes the time and date appear in midair.

"Harry! I think we have a real problem."

"Uh-huh. Definitely." That was all he could say. Harry didn't know what they should do now, because one thing he knew for sure about travelling with the arch was that there was no reversing it. They were stuck.

They were stuck in 1977, on August 24th.It was a week before the Marauders were to start their final year at Hogwarts.

Merlin, what a disaster!

Harry knew that he really shouldn't, but he was terribly tempted to find Dumbledore, explain this mess, and maybe become a seventh year himself. After all, he'd never really gone back to Hogwarts after the Final Battle and had therefore never gotten his seventh year at the school…the idea was definitely tempting.

"'Mione, will you help me with something? There's something I really want to do."

"What?"

"Will you do a few charms on me to change my appearance? Make me totally unrecognizable, I need to look like a seventh year but not like myself."

"What are you planning Harry? " She sounded like she knew full well what Harry was planning, and wasn't sure that she approved.

"I don't want anyone in this time to realize I'm related to James. And….I want to try being a seventh year. My parents will be here, Sirius will be here, and Remus will be here. Please, Hermione, can we do this?"

"We? I'll let you do you do whatever you want, but I'm definitely not going back to school if I don't have to. And if you get to come to school I'll help you disguise yourself."

"You are denying the chance to learn!" Harry pretended to be horrified. "I can't believe it."

"Well, I, unlike you, already went to my seventh year. I went back when McGonagall gave us all the option. But Harry, really, I don't know if you should do this. If you do decide to do it, I'll keep Teddy while you're at school, but I just don't think it sounds like a good idea. How do you plan to even get Dumbledore to let a nearly twenty year old man be a student at his school?"

Harry frowned; he had a feeling that the only way Dumbledore would be allowing him to be a student was if he knew the truth, but Harry wasn't sure he wanted anyone to know the truth. Not even Dumbledore.

Harry, Teddy, and Hermione settled down, still on the Quidditch pitch, to figure this out. It never really crossed their minds that they shouldn't be on Hogwarts grounds during the summer break, especially when absolutely no one in this time knew them and they truly had no reason to be there.

The thought definitely crossed their minds when Professor Dumbledore swooped onto the pitch looking ready to attack at the first sign of motion from either of them. He was every bit as terrifying as he had been the first time Harry discovered why Dumbledore was feared by so many, the night of the Third Task. The twinkle of his eyes was conspicuously absent and he didn't seem to be in a trusting mood.

"Who are you? How did you get into the school? Why are you here?" He nearly growled. Hermione gave a frightened sort of 'squeak' and Teddy had himself halfway hiding behind her. Harry sympathized for them; he knew this was the first time they'd seen the frightening side of Dumbledore, and in Teddy's case just Dumbledore in general, and it was bound to be quite terrifying. Even Harry, who had seen Dumbledore's frightening side a time or two, wasn't immune to the sudden fear. He was now painfully aware of the fact that the wizarding community was as much at war in these days as they'd ever been in Harry's time; of course Dumbledore would be concerned about uninvited, unrecognizable, people on the grounds of his school!

Harry wanted to hit himself for not thinking of this all earlier.

Harry managed to say, while at wandpoint, "I'm Harry Potter, this is my son Teddy, and that's Hermione Granger. We were trying to travel through time to 1995, when we were students here, but appear to have made a mistake."

Dumbledore's fierce expression softened slightly, but he still held his wand perfectly aimed and ready to hit either of them. He silently observed the two, using legilimency to try and discover if Harry told the truth. He cast a patronus and sent it back to the castle with a message.

Five minutes, five minutes of staring at each other, later Slughorn, looking far younger than Harry had ever seen him, came bustling onto the pitch. He looked confusedly at the intruders, but handed Dumbledore a vial full of clear liquid.

Harry, of course, recognized it as Veritaserum and knew that they were about to be subjected to questioning under its influence. He didn't argue when Dumbledore told them that he'd be much more willing to trust them if they just took it willingly. Neither did Hermione. They answered all of Dumbledore's questions, not that they really had a choice while under the influence of the potion.

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It was nearly two hours after Dumbledore found them and they were now all seated in the familiar Headmaster's office.

Dumbledore had asked them exactly why they were there while under the Veritaserum. Harry had responded that he was trying to end the war earlier than he had the first time.

Dumbledore had originally not wanted to know too much about the future, afraid to change it, but after hearing that Harry had been the one to end the war Dumbledore hadn't been able to stop himself from finding out more about the war.

He'd asked Harry to tell him what 'exactly' his involvement in the war had been, all the while knowing that he really shouldn't be asking about the future. So Harry told him 'exactly' what his involvement was in his time. Harry told him the entire 'Boy-Who-Lived' story. He told him about Voldemort disappearing for over a decade and then coming back to life. Harry told all about the Horcruxes and the Final Battle.

All the while Slughorn and Dumbledore listened horrified. What had their society turned into that childrenhad to fight wars like that? And how had Tom Riddle possible become such a monster?

By that time Dumbledore had heard enough to know that these people were on his side of the war and weren't at his school for some nefarious purpose. He gave Harry the antidote to the truth serum and brought the odd group up to his office.

Harry told Dumbledore that he'd never actually finished his schooling and asked if the man would allow him to return as a seventh year. Dumbledore obviously saw through the lie that it was a desire to 'finish schooling' that made Harry want to be a student again, but he tactfully let it slide and told Harry that he was sure something could be arranged.

They decided that Harry should have his appearance altered so that he wouldn't resemble James Potter and that he would be sorted on September first with the ickle firsties. And he would now be called Harry Marks.

In the coming week Harry, Hermione, and Teddy would stay at the Leaky Cauldron until they found a place to live. Harry had planned well enough for a possible mistake in what time they were sent to that he had actually emptied his vaults at Gringotts and put it all in the largest, expanded, compartment of his trunk, and Hermione had done the same, so they had plenty enough money to get a house of some sort.

Hermione and Teddy were going to live there while Harry went to school with his parents.

Dumbledore had offered to let both of them come back to school and have a house elf take care of Teddy, but Hermione was not interested. She was adamant that she'd definitely had enough schooling to last her all her life and didn't want to come back.

Harry, who still remembered Hermione as the little girl who would do anything for knowledge, was definitely shocked at that.

He had a feeling that she was looking forward to being Teddy's mum all by herself and didn't want to give it up for anything; she'd told him over a year ago that she'd found out she couldn't have kids and the realization had hit her hard. She'd never really wanted them until she knew she'd never be able to have a child, and Harry was happy that she'd at least get to have a sort-of adopted son. Even if it was the boy he already thought of as his own son and that he was soon to be her son, too, anyway, once they got married.

Harry knew that the Lupin he knew would be glad that Harry fully thought of Teddy as his own, especially when Lupin knew that Harry and Hermione wouldn't be having children of their own.

At the Leaky Cauldron they got their room and got ready to leave and go house-hunting. The main thing that Hermione thought needed doing before they left was that Harry needed to have his appearance changed; after all, they wouldn't want people to start thinking about the Potter family when they met Harry Marks.

Harry, after seeing his new appearance, decided that if Hermione wasn't brilliant enough to do anything she wanted, then she'd definitely have been able to get a pretty good job at a beauty shop or something like that. He had to admit that she did a brilliant job of both making him totally unrecognizable as Harry Potter and managing to make sure he didn't look like crap. In fact, Harry thought he looked quite good when she was through with him.

His black hair had been turned a dark brown with natural-looking dark mahogany-red highlights. It was kept from looking messy with a small amount of hair-gel, which Harry had been tempted to not let Hermione put anywhere near his head, and now had loose waves that gradually became more curly closer to the ends of the hair. She'd used a bit more hair-gel to keep the front pulled out of his face and slicked back behind his ears and in the back of his head the hair was allowed to just be free. Harry had been concerned that his hair would look and, probably, feel like it had gel in it, like Malfoy's always had, but he was pleasantly surprised to see that he couldn't tell that there was a single trace of the stuff in his hair and it was still the same silky texture as always.

Next she'd given him a slightly longer face with slightly stronger facial-structure. He'd been given a healthy surfer-boy tan that made him look like he was always outside.

His body shape was left mostly the same, except she made him a bit more muscled than he really was.

He didn't exactly look seventeen, but he figured it would be fine because he highly doubted people would question his age as long as he told them he was seventeen.

All in all, he looked nothing like a Potter. The only things that made him remotely recognizable were the piercing green eyes, now shining clearly without glasses thanks to a muggle procedure that he's had done before they'd left the future in 2000, and his lightning bolt scar which was clearly visible now that no one would be fascinated by it and he felt no need to hide the blasted thing.

"Bloody hell, 'Mione! I didn't know you were so good with appearance charms. You made me look pretty damn good, if I may say so."

"Thanks. I figured if I was going to make you look different, I might as well make you look good. You just might have difficulties batting the ladies away at school."

"Don't worry; you're the only lady I have eyes for."

Hermione snorted at him, "Good. But I don't know how I feel about you looking like this;it's too different, it isn't you. Not that you don't look nice, but I thought you looked pretty nice the first way, too, and that's just what I'm used to. I guess I'll get used to this."

"Thanks, that's good to know. You're pretty gorgeous, yourself, if you'll pardon my saying so." Harry smirked at her when she blushed. She never did get used to compliments from anyone; it probably had something to do with all the years of Ron and Harry barely thinking of Hermione as a girl, much less paying her compliments. Harry'd only realized how much he liked her and asked her out a few months after the Battle of Hogwarts.

He remembered a time, before he'd asked her out, that they never would've been comfortable enough to talk like that to each other.

They even managed to convince Teddy, the little metamorphmagus, to keep his appearance similar to that of Harry's new one, making them truly look like father and son.

Before they left the three put on muggle clothes that were plain enough not to stand out in this time, deciding that they might have to get some things that would help them blend in a bit better while they were out.

They spent the next four days looking for a house before they found one that was simply too wonderful to pass up. They didn't really want to live in the main part of London and mostly searched the suburbs.

When they were signing the deal with the previous owners Harry refused to let Hermione pay for half, claiming that he and Teddy were taking up more space in the house than her and that it was his idea that brought them there and so he should be the one to buy the house; and besides, she was going to be his wife so what was his, was now hers, too, and he wasn't going to let her pay for half a house when he could easily get the whole thing. Plus, it was the chivalrous thing to do. Hermione didn't like it one bit, but Harry wouldn't give in and eventually he got his way.

The House they finally found was in, ironically, east Wandsworth on Patten Road. It was a large red-brick Victorian home with white trim and shutters and ivy climbing the outer walls; the front yard had a small rose garden, which Hermione absolutely loved, and hedges on the sides of the yard, blocking the neighbor's yards. It had a little white picket fence at the edge of the yard by the sidewalk.

The backyard was large and had a small stone patio where they could put benches, or some other outside furniture.

The home was three stories, plus a basement. The four bedrooms were on the upper two floors. The master bedroom and two others were on the second. There was a single bedroom on the very top floor of the house and they decided to leave that one empty for now so that when Teddy got older he could have the whole story to himself if he wanted it. Harry and Hermione took the Master bedroom and, for now, Teddy got the room across from theirs.

The basement was large enough that Teddy would be able to have his transformations down there on the full moon. Harry put plenty of silencing charms around the entire basement to keep neighbors from wondering about a bunch of pained screaming and wild howling. He also put up cushioning charms all over the walls and floor to keep Teddy safe. He did something similar to what he'd done at his old London townhouse and put up illusions to make the basement seem like a forest. Hermione would be staying with him during the full moons as soon as she managed to transform into her animagus, which she knew to be a Spider Monkey. Harry was going to continue making the Wolfsbane potion for him as well, regardless of the fact that it technically hadn't been invented yet.

With magic the moving in was simple. Spare bits of junk were transfigured into furniture and, once all the blinds were closed to block out curious muggles, their belongings simply flew out of their trunks and into their new proper places. By nightfall the trio was moved in.

Harry didn't bother getting too comfortable; he would be leaving for Hogwarts in just three days.

He did meet a few neighbors. He got the distinct feeling that the neighbors weren't too sure about having a couple who barely looked twenty and a small child living next door. A few had actually been under the impression that Harry was the son of the new homeowners and that Teddy was his little brother and Hermione a sister. Harry and Hermione found great amusement in telling them otherwise.

Their story for the neighbors was that they were a married couple and that Teddy was their son. They told the neighbors that they were both twenty-three. It was definitely a bit of a stretch, but no one really commented. The story circulating among the neighbors, who seemed to be just as into gossiping as the ones on Privet Drive, was that Harry was a successful businessman and had to do a lot of traveling that often kept him from home for weeks at a time, while Hermione was a stay at home mother. Hermione had spread that around in order to explain Harry's absence while at Hogwarts.

Since Hermione knew how to drive, and Harry thought it would be a good idea to have some muggle way to get around, they also got a car. It wasn't really anything special, just a plain, black, car.

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Harry finally made his way to Diagon Alley with the list of school supplies for his seventh year the day before he was set to go to Hogwarts. He brought Teddy along with him, but Hermione was enjoying a day in muggle London and opted out of going to the Alley.

Many of the female shopkeepers commented on how Harry had such a cute little brother, he didn't bother correcting them, just smiling and agreeing. He didn't feel that he needed the sort of rumors that would fly if people in the wizarding world knew that someone who was still 'Hogwarts-age' had a child as old as Teddy.

Teddy was intrigued by the Alley, he'd been there before in the future, but it was just slightly different in this time. There were some shops that weren't the same ones he was used to and many of the things Harry had become used to seeing were absent. It took a bit of getting used to.

The Alley wasn't too busy that day, Harry assumed that most people had gotten their school supplies weeks ago and didn't have too much reason for being there that late in the summer.

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The next day Harry had to admit that he was totally exhausted.

The night before, Teddy seemed to know that something was going to change in his life soon, like Harry leaving, and he would not sleep for anything Harry had tried.

Harry never got him to sleep until it was time to wake up. Harry had just gone to get himself ready and left Teddy to sleep in his room while Harry took a shower and got dressed before going downstairs and making breakfast for the three of them.

Hermione, to Harry, looked disgustingly well rested and was far too happy on such a dreary morning as it was that day. It was nasty and rainy outside and Harry just hoped the day would clear up later.

By 10:15 everyone was dressed, fed, packed, and ready to leave. Hermione wasn't letting Harry just apparated to the platform and was insisting on driving Harry to the station just because she could.

At the station, they arrived about twenty minutes before the train was to leave; Hermione seemed to be trying to embarrass Harry if at all possible. She made a big scene of saying goodbye, giggling quietly all the while, and gave him possibly the biggest, bone-crushing, hug he'd ever gotten along with a wonderful goodbye kiss that had harry nearly changing his mind about going to school. She'd even roped Teddy into helping her.

It wasn't really working to embarrass him; he thought the whole thing was funny, to tell the truth.

He went and got on the scarlet train with ten minutes 'til 11. He smiled and waved through the window at 'Mione and Teddy and watched as they waved one last time before leaving the platform. In the compartment Harry's lack of sleep finally caught up with him. Leaning up against the wall Harry fell fast asleep, not to wake for a few hours.

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When he did awaken it was to an insistent poking in his side, and the sound of a hushed voice.

The voice was saying "Don't do that! The boy looks like he needs sleep."

The poking in his side stopped when Harry opened his eyes, and the person who was poking him came into focus.

Harry's mind went blank when the poker grinned at him and said "The lunch trolley's here if you're hungry. Oh, and I hope you don't mind we sat in your compartment; everywhere else was full."

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Author's Note- I bet you all can guess who's in Harry's compartment, right?

…Oh, and if anyone wants a clearer picture what I was trying to make Harry look like then think 'Orlando Bloom, with less hair gel'.

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