Thanks to bill560682 for telling me that I'd gotten some uploading errors. Chapter 12 was for some reason replaced with chapter 13... But it's all fixed now!

Okay. I'm SO sorry, for never updating. And don't think I've forgotten you, my dear readers. It's just that I don't have any time on my hand. Well, this is what you get from choosing music and normal subject, when they don't even have in your town. So I'm taking the train.

A lot is always happening, good and bad, but I'm in a good period right now :) And we've finally got our autumn break! So here you are. This is for all of you who either reviewed, favourite or added me to your story alert lists. You don't know how much you inspire me!

Chapter 12 – Lily Evans Helps Out

Remus Lupin sat reading one of his school books, studying calmly in the empty common room. It was the night before the full moon and though his friends had really wanted to stay up with him he ordered them not to do so.

"You'll get tired enough as it is tomorrow. Why not get some sleep now?"

He managed to talk them into it. Sirius would fall asleep during the next night's "expedition" if he didn't sleep now. And Harry, who was probably just like James, would be so grumpy one could hardly stand it. No, they had to sleep properly before the night of the full moon.

He should probably have listened to his own advice but he always had the most terrible nightmares the night before the night. He dreamt about killing people, biting them. Biting his friends… A great shiver went through his spine.

"Remus, are you all right?" Lily Evans asked suddenly.

He was perfectly startled. "Lily, I didn't see you coming," he said. "No, because you were away inside your head. I have no idea what you were thinking, but it didn't look pleasant."

"What is troubling you Remus?" Lily asked him. He started to invent his: ' nothing's wrong' speech but Lily interrupted him.

"Remus I know about… your secret," Lily hesitated. "I have known for quite a while now, but I didn't want to say anything. Don't worry, I won't use it against you."

Remus' eyes had become wet with tears. It was all so sudden…

"I know this can't be very easy for you to face, but I want you to know that I'm there for you and…" Lily shut up and just looked at Remus. They were silent for a while, she was waiting for him to compose his himself.

"Aren't you scared?"

She smiled a sweet and truthful smile, "no I am not."

"Don't you hate me for what I am? I'm a monster!"

"Then you're a beautiful one, Remus. I do not hate you, for something that is not your fault. You are you, Remus. And you're always kind to everyone. Please share your thoughts with me." She focused her bright green eyes on his golden eyes, and he saw the sincerity in her words.

"Ok, I'll tell you a little more about it," Remus started, and she nodded. "I grew up on the country where there were fields and forests. It was a happy childhood until I ran into the werewolves. There were two men and a woman in their little pack."

"They had decided to move into the forest next to my house, and when the full moon came the biggest and most blood thirsty werewolf ever imaginable wanted a new pray. So he placed himself by the house and when he transformed he attacked what was closest to him…. Me"

Lily looked at him with horrified eyes.

"Oh, Remus I'm so, so sorry!" She gave him a hug.

"I've never told my secret to anyone, but Sirius and James figured out themselves, and so did you! You people…" he smiled weakly.

"I understand why you didn't tell us, but nevertheless it's easier when the people around you can support you." Lily was glad she had confronted him with it. She knew that James and Sirius knew.

"But Lily…" Remus started, lingering a little on it, working to formulate it. "Yes!" she asked very eagerly. "Am I very different?" he asked her.

She was a little startled. Why had he asked her the question? Maybe he didn't want to trouble his friends with such a question? Or maybe it was easier to talk to a girl?

"No, Remus. You're perfectly normal. Just a little fragile, it's a heavy burden what you're carrying," she said thoughtfully.

They sat together until morning.

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James was stuck in yet another of Snape's lessons. How can one have that many potions lessons? Was there something wrong with this school? James sighed both loud and mentally. Snape was talking about some potion that was good for nothing what so ever!

James started to remember all the times he'd seen Snape together with Lily.

Didn't they use to be some kind of childhood friends? The mere thought made him sick.

But on that first day to Hogwarts they'd been sitting together and talking, and seemed to know each other. What if the entire reason why Snape hates me is actually because I like Lily too?

James laughed for himself. "And he knows there's no way he could win her heart!" he muttered, and started making his potion.

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Sirius was seven years old and wearing his finest dress robes. His mother was talking to him, telling him everything that he was supposed to do, or not to do.

"Sirius, my dear. You're the heir to the Black family now. You will not behave in an inappropriate manner anymore, you understand?" His mother was fixing his collar and tie.

"Yes Mum."

"Do not address with me in that manner anymore, Sirius. Use Mother or Ma'am."

"Yes… mother."

"And you'll not address your father with words like dad or daddy, as you've done until now. When he speaks to you always use the word 'sir'. It's very important that you remember this Sirius, do you hear me?"

"Yes mother," little Sirius said with a voice thick with tears.

"And you'll never ever, under any circumstances talk to muggles, mudbloods or blood traitors. Remember that well. And never show your weaknesses! You're blood is pure, and you better remember it!"

Sirius fell out of his bed. Harry was standing over him. "you alright!"

"Yeah… well… not exactly." Sirius muttered.

"What did you dream about?" Harry asked, giving Sirius a hand so he could get back up on his feet.

"The morning after my older brother died. His name was Algol, and he was supposed to be the Black heir. But he was ill, and they couldn't save him. Suddenly everything was my problem and everyone wanted me to be great in everything."

Sirius sighed. "Needless to say, I couldn't live up t the expectations and when I ended up in Gryffindor, the disappointment was complete."

Sirius told Harry the entire dream in detail then.

Harry had always thought it was horrible to be raised by muggles, like his aunt and uncle, but these people seemed worse.

"Did you really have to say Sir to your dad?" Harry asked in wonder.

"Yes, and I still do," Sirius laid back down on the bed. "I want to run away. But they are my family. And I couldn't do this to my little brother either."

"True." Harry answered and started chewing on what Sirius had told him.

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Harry went down to breakfast early, and without Sirius. He thought he needed some more sleep. As he was about to round a corner he heard some voices talking. One slippery and one beautiful. Snape and Lily?

He looked around the corner, and as he'd thought, it was them.

"Severus, you make this so hard for me!" Lily said, with a voice thick of tears. "You're hanging out with those… friends of yours, and calling me a mudblood, but still you want to be my friend? I can't do that, Severus."

"But… Lily. I didn't mean to call you a mudblood! It's expected of me as a Slytherin. And if you don't want to be my friend…" Snape stottered.

"Then what? You're just afraid of James Potter! You're making allies so you can destroy him, I've heard. What's your problem! Why can't you and Potter just make up? I know he began, but you're making it too easy for him to continue." Lily was angry now.

Snape decided to take his leave. He rushed down the hall.

Harry came forth, and saw Lily cry. "Mum?" he muttered. "Lily!" He said out louder. "Are you alright?" He went over and laid a hand over her shoulders. She buried her face into his chest.

After a couple of minutes she stepped away. "Sorry, Potter. You shouldn't see me like this."

"What was that about?" Harry asked. "What are you and professor Snape arguing about?"

Lily said: "We used to be friends, but he's making everything so complicated."

Then she looked up, "Why did you call him professor Snape?"

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Hermione slammed a book in front of James. "What's this?" he asked her. "Can't you read? It's a copy of: 'Magical Time Accidents – Causes and What to Do'". She started looking through the book. "Most accidents are with potions and Time Turners. Not much about Pensives."

"Not very odd." James snorted.

"Try telling me what happened once more," Hermione asked.

"Ok, I was out on the grounds… bullying Snape, when I suddenly stood in Snape's office." James said, a little embarrassed, it doesn't sound great when you say: Bullied, after all.

"AH!" Hermione exclaimed. "Maybe this isn't about you and Harry, but about Snape?"

James looked lost.

"Think about it. It was him being bullied and his memory. I can't explain but… maybe you have to become friends with him?"

The Daily Prophet just arrived with Hedvig. In large friendly letters on the front page it stood: "What's Harry Potter up to, and who is he really?" an interview with Dolores Umbridge.

"Is it possible!" James asked angrily.

Hermione snickered, "What did you expect? And anyways… Did you know that Dolor means painful in Latin? Her name's Dolores."

James read a couple of lines.

Not only is Potter still claiming that the dark lord is back, but he's making the life so much harder for me as a professor in this school. I think Potter might have a grudge against the ministry.

James sighed angrily. Further down the page it stood:

…what more can you expect from someone with such a traumatic background. I think he might actually be disturbed from all of this. With all this attention, his parents dead, growing up with muggles. Maybe we should send him to St. Mungo?

James actually started chewing on the paper.

"I'm going to get her!"

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"James?" Lily said, while placing a hand on his arm. "I know there's something odd going on. I don't know. You've seemed sader and kinder than you've used to be, these past weeks. You're not even nagging me about going out with you."

They took a deep breath at the same time. Looking in each other's eyes.

"I've always thought you had brown eyes?" She asked. "These are… the colour of mine."

What should Harry do?

"I'm not James. Not really. I'm his and your son, Harry, from the future. Dad and I switched places, and we're pretending to be each other. I'm so sorry, Mum, I didn't men to lie to you. And we really need some help getting back!"

Lily stood there speechless.

Then they hugged really tight and she said: "My fantastic boy! My son!"

Both started to cry. Harry could hardly remember his mother, and to be given this motherly affections was the best that had ever happened to him.

Suddenly Harry fell.

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Sirius was lying on the roof, hiding from a couple of Ravenclaw girls, who'd followed him around for a while. He was not interested.

"Sirius!"

Sirius jumped out in surprise from the calling of his name.

"Remus! By Merlins beard, that was unnecessary!"

"Harry has told Lily who he his, and then he passed out."

"What!" Sirius yelled, "soon the entire school knows. It won't be a secret at all!"

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"My lord" said a whispering voice. "We're ready. We just need to get Potter out of there, and I know how to do it. We just need to show James Potter that his friends are in danger. If one person can be sent into the future, so can the rest.

"How, and when?" Asked Lord Voldemort.

"Soon, very soon, my Lord."

"Harry, are you ok?" a desperate voice called to him from far away.

He decided to open his eyes. He blinked a couple of times against the light. He was in the hospital wing. "What happened?" He asked groggily.

"You just fell," lily told him.

"I dreamt about Lord Voldemort!" Harry suddenly recalled the dream. "I think Voldemort is trying to get you into the future."

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