Author's Note: This is the part where my new stuff begins, and since the Deathly Hallows came out I'll be editing things as I see fit. I've realized how much I messed up the plot, but I stand by my original statement (what would happen if…). Also, I should warn you that whenever I write something really passionately it ends up sounding incredibly cheesy.

Chapter 7 – Moony and Prongs Reunited

"Ho-ly shit," said Remus as he entered his classroom and found not only Harry Potter, but James and Lily as well. "James," he whispered, rushing over and clapping him on the back.

"Remus!" James exclaimed with a snicker. "You aged well! Where's Sirius? And Wormtail?"

"Um," said Remus. "No one's heard from Wormtail for awhile." He glanced at Harry, Ron, and Hermione, hoping they wouldn't say anything, and they thankfully remained silent. "Listen, I'll talk to you later, okay?" James nodded, and with that, Remus walked to his desk and started the class.

After classes had ended that day, James, Remus, Lily, Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny were sitting in the Gryffindor common room. All the other Gryffindors were too spooked by the return of the older Potters and were giving the group a wide berth, which just let them have more couches to themselves. "Come on," Lavender Brown muttered to Parvati Patil. "Let's go upstairs." They fairly fled to the safety of their dormitory, Lavender tripping on the last step.

Hermione rolled their eyes – sharing a room with them, she was used to their antics. "So anyways, James," Remus was saying, "the thing about Sirius. I don't really know where to begin."

"Start with Azkaban," Harry said quietly from his spot on the end of one couch, and Ginny squeezed his shoulder.

Remus took a shuddery breath. "Okay. You know about your whole–"

"We know we die, yes," James interrupted bluntly.

"Yeah. Okay. So…Sirius was blamed for the murder of thirteen people, some of them Muggles, with one curse right after your…passing, and spent the next twelve years in Azkaban. Using his…you know, skill" (James, Remus, Harry, Ron and Hermione nodded while Ginny and Lily shrugged), "he broke out and found Harry." He opened his mouth to continue, but James interrupted again.

"Oh man! That is badass! Breaking out of Azkaban!"

"It most certainly is not, Potter!" Lily snapped. "What if the dementors got him? Oh God, did they get him?" she inquired of Remus.

"Well," Remus said in a stilted voice. "He was on the run for a year, and then he went into hiding back at Grimmauld Place…and…thenhehadtogorescueHarryfromVoldemortattheDepartmentofMysteriesandwaskilled."

"What?" Lily and James asked, and Remus repeated himself. James began to shake. "Oh, my God. Holy shit."

"James," Remus said seriously. "When you get back, you cannot tell Sirius what happens, under any circumstances. You can't try to change the future, because you could end up seriously messing with our present. Okay?" James just squeaked. "James. Give me your word."

"…I…I promise," James said, dazed. They all sat in silence for a moment, until Neville came up and tapped him on the back of the head.

"Harry?" he asked, and yelped when James turned around and looked at him. Harry turned and he looked back and forth at them, white-faced. "Uh. Here's the twelve Galleons I owe you."

"Thanks, Neville," Harry said wearily, pocketing the gold. "It's time for dinner, we should go downstairs."