A/N - OMG. Sorry about the humongous wait between updates. I don't really have an excuse besides being busy and not being in the right mind set when I do have time. This chapter is longer than the last ones, and I hope it's good. Not much happens, it's mostly just thought and a transition chapter. More action will come in the next chapter. Anyway, you probably shouldn't count on getting an update soon, and I'm sorry, but it's going to hard to update frequently, but hopefully I can. READ THIS! IT WILL HELP THE STORY!!I had some ideas about where this is going to go, but I can't decide between four outcomes: Marauders find out who Harry is and they defeat Voldy; making it an AU story if/and Harry goes back to future. Marauders don't find out who Harry is, and he defeats Voldy; changing the timeline if/and Harry returns to the future. Marauders find out who Harry is, but memories get erased when Harry goes back to the future and story continues on like in canon. Marauders don't find out about Harry, he goes back to future and continues like canon. And one more thing: Do you want the future continue when Harry is back in time or does no time pass at all? It's your choice.

I would also like to thank goldacharmed and ADJ for their extremely helpful reviews! It's your comments that are going to make this story better. Thanks ADJ, for your review, I didn't even think of that and I've changed the story a bit to make the characters more real!

Disclaimer- I do not own Harry Potter

Harry spent a half hour in the bathroom, trying to make sense of his nightmare. Sure, he'd had nightmares before, he wasn't exactly a stranger to them, but this was different. It was like his life had flashed before his eyes, and it terrified him. Weren't you only supposed to see your life flash before your eyes when you're dying, but he wasn't dying, was he? He knew he was thinking irrationally, but the thoughts just kept shooting through his mind. He stepped into the shower, trying desperately to stop the flow of thoughts.

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Remus was right, the Gryffindor tower could hear Harry's screams, but only a few woke up to it. Lily had been sleeping fitfully in her sleep. She was worried about Harry, especially since his mood swing had changed so suddenly with the news that his friend was coming. He must be really close them, when they made him so happy. Lily had vaguely wondered if it was a he or she, Harry hadn't mentioned that, when she drifted off to sleep.

Her dream had been weird. At first it had been nice, Harry and her were walking down the hallway, talking and laughing like they were best friends. Then his friend came. It was a mean looking girl, with black hair and grey eyes. (A/N. This is just making up a random description, it's just Lily's imagination) She was tall and skinny, with a 'don't-mess-with-me' air about her. Harry had taken one look at her, a huge smile breaking onto his face as he ran up to her. Then she woke up to someone screaming like they were being murdered.

She drew back the red curtains that surrounded the bed and took a look around. None of her roommates had woken up. Slightly worried that it was one of the younger years, having a nightmare about the war, she nervously walked down to the common room. She sat down in one of the big, comfy armchair and waited to see if the student would come down. Lily knew that, if she had had a nightmare like that, she wouldn't stay in her dorm.

A half hour later, Lily was about to give up and go back to bed when she heard footsteps coming from the boys' spiral staircase. Still in her armchair, she waited for him to come into the common room. It was not who she expected. It wasn't some younger year, scared to death because of the war, nor was it one of the upper years, who sometimes had nightmares if their parents had killed. It was Harry.

But he seemed different. His face so pale, he could almost pass for a ghost, his hair was wet and he was shaking slightly. But what scared her the most were his eyes. Usually when kids came down after a nightmare, their eyes where wide and she could easily see how frightened they were. But Harry's were different; the usually bright blue eyes were now dull and emotionless. It's like he wasn't even there, just his body was. She watched him as he sat down in the opposite chair and stare into the fire. Every once in a while, she saw an emotion flicker behind his eyes, reminding her that he was there, but completely inside his own little world.

It had been twenty minutes that he sat there, and he still hadn't noticed Lily. She desperately wanted to talk to him, to ask him what was wrong and tell him it was okay. But she didn't. His empty eyes and unaware body told her that he didn't want to be bothered. And what could she talk to him about? In reality, she didn't know much about him, and she knew some of the stuff he told her was a lie. Lily decided that Harry was down here for some alone time, and quietly got up and went back to bed.

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The next morning, Lily woke up early after her small snooze. She really couldn't get back to sleep after seeing her friend like that. Getting ready quickly, she raced down to the common room, hoping to catch Harry before they headed to breakfast.

Lily eventually found him in the mob of the common room. He was still sitting in the chair, but he seemed asleep. She made her way over, occasionally confiscating a banned object from the younger years. She approached him and lightly tapped him on the shoulder. He awoke with a small start, and turned to Lily with a small smile.

"Hey Lily, how are you this morning?" He asked, but his voiced sounded tight.

"Not bad. How about you? You seem awfully tired this morning?" She asked back, analyzing him with a critical eye.

"I just didn't sleep well last night, but it's nothing."

Lily snorted quietly.

"It's not nothing. I heard you scream." She whispered to him after he shot her a puzzled look as they walked out of the common room. Harry looked a little shocked that she had said that, and then he quickly put an emotionless mask back on.

"It is nothing. Just a bad dream, that's all."

"A bad dream that makes you scream like that is not nothing! It sounded like you were being killed or something!" She exclaimed quietly, noticing that he flinched slightly when she said the last part.

"I can handle it." He responded coolly, which shocked Lily. Hadn't he just been all cherry and happy?

"So…" Lily started awkwardly; his attitude was starting to annoy her. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"No."

"It helps, you know. To talk."

"I'm fine."

"Okay. I was just trying to help."

"I never asked for help."

Lily was quite taken aback by Harry's tone and very offended that he would say something like that.

"Fine. Next time I won't help!" She snapped angrily, and continued stomping down the hall, leaving Harry behind looking guilty.

"Lily! Wait!" He shouted as he ran to catch up. He reached out to grab her arm, but she shook it off and whirled around to face him.

"What?" She snarled.

"Sorry! I shouldn't have said that, I was way out of order." Harry apologized sincerely. "It's just that, that's a really personal subject for me. Okay? I didn't mean to snap at you like that."

Lily looked into his face, and seeing nothing but the truth, and reluctantly accepted his apology. They continued to walk down to the Great Hall in silence, with Lily occasionally looking at him. Usually after an apology, people would tell her what was wrong. Except Harry didn't, and he didn't even show a sign that he was about to open up to her.

Mary and Alice soon joined them at the Gryffindor table, quickly noticing the silence between Harry and Lily.

"What's up guys?" Mary asked.

"Nothing." Harry said. "Just tired."

Mary looked over to Lily. "What about you? You're the one who usually talks all morning."

"I'm just thinking."

"What else is new?" muttered Mary under her breath, which caused Lily to glare at her and Alice to laugh.

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Meanwhile, the Marauders were shooting curious glances down the table towards Porter, the memory of his screaming and terrified face still fresh in their minds. It had scared them seeing Porter like that, so vulnerable like that when he always seemed so in control, not that they would admit that he scared them.

Remus was the one who was more worried than scared. It had shaken him up that a dream could terrify someone like that, and he could only begin to imagine what he had been dreaming of. He's had dream were Sirius or James had to shake him awake from, they were usually nightmares from before Hogwarts, but Porter's reaction to his nightmare was much worse than his. He usually only shook for a little bit, then would read and go back to sleep. Porter was trembling, white as a ghost with wide, horrified eyes and had to go lock himself in the bathroom. What could have happened to cause him to have nightmares like that? He knew it wasn't Porter's imagination causing the nightmare because there is no possible way a persons imagination could come up with something that scary, right?

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Harry was probably the most disturbed by the nightmares, not only because they terrified him, but also because they brought him back to reality. He went back in time, and had forgotten that Voldemort was still around, he had been to busy getting to know his mother. The full weight of the consequences suddenly fell on him. Everyone here was in danger, and if Voldemort found out he was from the future, then they would be in even more at risk. And he was about to drag Ginny back in time, to where it was no longer safe! Harry came to an immediate decision; he would not let Ginny come back, no matter how much he needed someone from his time. He would not allow her to get hurt for his selfish desires.

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The following Saturday finally came, and Harry approached Dumbledore's office with a heavy heart. He had tried to contact Dumbledore before, but he had always been away or to busy to see him. He prolonged the way up to his office, still thinking about his decision to not bring anyone back.

He finally reached the entrance to Dumbledore's office and hesitantly knocked.

"Come in." came Dumbledore's voice from within.

Harry slowly opened the door and shuffled into the office, unconsciously sitting in his usual seat. The office was unnaturally bright and the sun was reflecting rainbows off of the clear liquid sitting in the corner by Fawkes. Fawkes, he noticed, was staring into the liquid and would occasionally peck at it with his beak. Keeping his eyes down on the floor, he very aware that Dumbledore was watching him closely.

"You don't want to proceed with this, do you?" He asked quietly. Harry shook his head immediately; glad that Dumbledore had guessed what was bothering him. "Well, I had already started the spell and potion, but that can easily be stopped."

And just as he said that, the bright light disappeared, along with the rainbows and the liquid in the cauldron. They sat there in silence for a while before Dumbledore broke the silence. "My I inquire to as why you do not want someone familiar in these unfamiliar times?"

Harry paused for a second, then answered with carefully chosen words. "It's because this time is so unfamiliar, and a little bit dangerous, that I don't want anybody coming back. It wouldn't be right to bring someone back when even I don't know what's going on or how it'll end up. Especially since my presence might interfere with the timeline." He paused again. "And… and it would be against my moral to take someone away from their family with no known way to reunite them again."

Dumbledore seemed pleased with his response, and gestured with his hand that Harry could leave. Harry left without looking back.

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Saturday Night – Dumbledore's office

The entire castle was quiet, with the exception of Prefects and teachers patrolling the corridors. Fawkes was sitting on his perch, where he had been all day. He had been pondering the predicament that Harry Potter had gotten himself into. Fawkes alone, besides Harry, knew what important role he (Harry) played in the future. How? He was a phoenix, and phoenixes are magical creatures with an extraordinary mind. He just knew things like that. He also knew that being alone in this time was tearing Harry apart.

While keeping Harry's worries and fears in his mind, he knew that something had to be done, or Harry would be stuck in this time forever. Harry was meant to come back, and so was Ginny. It was fate, and nothing changes fate. But Harry was stubborn about trying to defy things out of his control, and Fawkes knows that he has to do something about that.

Making a choking sound, a clear liquid comes up from his throat. Splashing onto the floor, Fawkes gently drifts down and places one tear into the potion. It glows a bright blue, then disappears.

Knowing that his job is done, he flies back to his perch, and drifts off to sleep. Meanwhile, in the future…

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