A/N: I was inspired to finish this chapter when I got a delightful review from Poppins. The POV changes a lot in this and for simplicity's sake, James Potter Senior is always James, whereas James Sirius is now always Jamie. Dumbledore will always be referred to as Dumbledore, so Albus is always Albus Severus.

Walking on water seems perilous

Now you got my trust, and it feels, and it feels like sabatoge

Tyrant by OneRepublic

His instincts kicked in. While a greenish smoke filled the room, making it impossible to see, he sensed two magical signatures that didn't belong to his boys. He felt Teddy beside him acting quickly as well. In moments, they had the two unknown men on the floor and their wands confiscated.

"Al? Jamie?"

"We're both good, Dad." James coughed. A second set of coughing gave away Albus.

Harry nodded in relief. "Right. Let's get rid of the smoke, then, yeah?"

He almost wished he hadn't cleared the smoke because the two men on the floor were something out of a nightmare. Teddy circled the pair with a thoughtful look. "Is it just me or do these two have a sick sense of humor?"

Jamie crouched to his knees, squinting at them. "They do look familiar?"

Harry pulled his son back and aimed his wand at the first individual. "I'm going to release the spell so you can speak. Now say nothing but your name."

The men glared at Harry as the spell was lifted. "Sirius Black. Now, dare I ask who you are? Death Eater, eh?"

His mouth was sealed yet again, this time by Teddy. "Sick liar, that's what you are." He moved to the other man. "Let me guess you think you're James Potter?"

Harry walked around the room they had appeared in. He had been there before, he could feel it. But where was here? He went to the desk where the Daily Prophet lay open. He picked it up, his eyes flew to the date.

He bent down and held the paper in front of 'Sirius.' "Is this correct? Is today really November 5, 1979?"

The look in his eyes were answer enough.

Harry tossed the paper aside. He knew it was all entirely possible. But he didn't want it to be real.

"Dad?"

"Hush, Albus. I need a minute." He glanced to the window, and then back to the men on the floor.

"I am going to ask you two a few questions." He pulled his wand back out and lifted the spells. Neither spoke.

"We're in the Potter house at Godric's Hollow, correct?"

James sneered, something Harry had never seen in photos or memories. "None of your business. Besides shouldn't you know where you've broken in?"

"We didn't break in. My next question, when is the next Order meeting?"

No words. Just confused faces.

Harry sighed. "Right."

"Dad, what's going on?"

Harry ignored his son, and leaned against the desk. "I need to see if you really are James Potter and Sirius Black. These questions should also prove myself as trustworthy."

"Doubt it."

"Quiet Padfoot." Harry took a deep breath. "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good. The four marauders, Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs. A werewolf, a rat, a dog and a stag. Sirius you have a birthmark under your ear, most people think it's a freckle." His eyes went to James. "All Potter men marry redheads and pass the invisibility cloak down to their oldest sons.

"And I know all these things because I'm not from this time. My name is Harry James Potter. I am from the year 2022. I know these things because my parents are James and Lily Potter. Sirius Black is my godfather."

He knew his children were staring dumbly at them all.

"Now I am going to lift the entire spell so you can move. If you have any questions, please feel free. Then I will return your wands."

They stood up slowly. Harry watched them with interest. Sirius was another person, showing just how much damage Azkaban did to him. He wasn't thin, much more built. His hair was combed back nicely and he had a bit of an aristocratic look.

His father, James truly looked like his grandson. He and Jamie had the same hazel eyes and face shape, their heights and bodies were fairly similar, though Jamie was a bit more muscular than the rest of the Potters.

James spoke first. "So, where did you learn those things?"

"I told you. I'm your son from the future. If it's November of 1979 then my mother isn't even pregnant yet."

Sirius walked up close to him, staring him in the eyes. "You have her eyes. And you know things only my godson could know. But it's not enough. I need a few more things."

Harry sighed. "Let me think...Sirius the first thing you did after you ran away from home was buy your motorcycle and get your first tattoo. A dog on your shoulder blade."

Sirius turned to his friend. "I believe him, Prongs. I say we call Dumbledore."

James nodded. "Right, I agree. I'll give you the benefit of the doubt for now. Let's get some tea in the kitchen. But first, we need our wands back."

Harry was apprehensive, but slowly handed them over and watching as both men pocketed them.

They filed out into the small kitchen and Harry stared around the cottage, amazed at how it looked in its original state. He had spent years restoring it, though with his and Ginny's personal touch to use as a vacation home.

Sirius sat down at the table. "So who are the others?"

Harry smiled. "Try and guess."

"Well the short one is a dead ringer for you and while you all look like clones of James, the other one is the closest."

Harry chuckled. "This is my oldest son, James, and my other son Albus. The tall one here is my godson, Teddy, though he's treated no differently than these two."

James sat down with the pot, levitating the cups over to the table.

"You named your son after me?"

Jamie nodded. "I go by Jamie a lot, sometimes people get confused. James Sirius Potter."

"All right, Prongs, there is no way this isn't my godson!" Sirius laughed.

"So how did you get here then?"

Harry shook his head. He was in 1979...this was insane.

"Uhm, we were camping when suddenly..."

"Boom!"

All eyes went to Jamie who was smiling sheepishly.

Harry rolled his eyes. His hand was still hovering near his hidden wand holster. This was a dream he would like to wake up from. He looked at Sirius.

"Can you message Dumbledore?"

His godfather nodded, standing up and leaving the room.

They all sat in silence for several long moments before Teddy cleared his throat. "So, where is everyone?"

"Lily's at work. We have an Order meeting tonight though."

"Which is the soonest Albus can deal with this." Sirius reentered the room cheerfully, falling back into his seat.

"So, do I teach you all the tricks of the Marauders?"

Harry couldn't help but smile as his three sons snickered. James and Sirius lit up.

Albus spoke up first. "Let's just say that between the three of us and our sister, the Invisibility Cloak and the Marauder's Map get a lot of use."

"You have the map?" Sirius was gripping the sides of the table.

Harry chuckled. "It sort of found me in my third year, though it's not as useful as before."

"Why's that?" James asked.

Harry shrugged. "Well just in my time at Hogwarts I found a few things you all missed. And by now almost all those secret passages are common knowledge."

"Pity, those took ages to find!" Sirius sighed. "So, what are we like as old folks? Racing our wheelchairs?"

"That pertains far too much to the fate of my life and my childrens'. I can't tell you, Sirius." He turned away from his godfather's pleading eyes, eyes he hadn't seen in decades.

James cleared his throat. "Well, since you can't share anything important, what about Quidditch? You play right?"

Teddy never gave his godfather a chance to speak. "Harry was made Seeker his first year. Youngest in over a century. No one has broken his record yet."

"Al and I are both Keepers." Jamie grinned, nudging his brother.

Albus cleared his throat. "And captains this next year, dear brother."

Sirius frowned. "Are you in different houses?"

Jamie nodded. "I'm in Gryffindor. Al's in Slytherin."

The silence was deafening. James and Sirius both turned to Harry who was smiling. "The future is a very different place."

"It bloody well better be! A Potter in Slytherin?"

Harry stood up suddenly. "We're starting to move into a rather gray area here. I'm still not entirely sure about this or about you two, so you'll have to excuse me if I don't want communication until I speak with Dumbledore. I hope you understand."

His father, or supposed father, nodded and stood up as well. "You're an Auror, aren't you?"

"Since I was eighteen. Head of the department now. And these are my sons and I will protect them."

James glanced at the clock on the wall. "We're meeting at Hogwarts in two hours. Make yourselves at home, but keep in mind everything is fully warded against anything unwelcome. Sirius and I will be in the study."

Harry waited until the two men left before looking as his sons' anxious faces. Teddy ran a hand through his hair. "So much for a carefree weekend, eh?"

Jamie snorted while Al looked at his father curiously. "Dad, what are the odds of this being real?"

"Honestly? Your Aunt Hermione has done a lot of research into this. And by a lot, I mean a lot even by her standards. Her theory is incidents like this are entirely possible and have happened before. They just don't get recorded and are extremely rare."

"But will we affect the timeline? If I go give my father a big hug and say, hey Dad, will I inadvertently prevent my birth?"

Looking at Ted, Harry shrugged. "I can't say for certain. I would lean towards no, but only Dumbledore can confirm that."

"Won't that be weird to talk to someone who's been dead for like...a really long time?"

"I just did it didn't I? And it was the father I never knew and the godfather I watched die. Teds, this is a world none of you know much about outside of your history books."

Little did Harry know, there were two men outside the door who had just gone very pale.

"A year, maybe a bit longer. I think I could pull off two...maybe."

His words were burned into her mind. She felt like she was sixteen again, staring at his lifeless form. Ginny threw the plate she had been washing down into the sink, watching it break cleanly into six pieces. Taking a shaky breath, she wiped back her hair and then reached for the dish rag.

"Mum?"

Ginny turned to see her daughter's face peeking around the corner. "Hi, sweetheart."

"Are you okay?"

She looked back into the sink and began picking up the shards. "As well as I can."

"What are we going to do, Mum?"

Ginny dropped the rag and plate remnants and turned around fully, folding her arms.

"Lily, I won't lie to you. I don't know. I have no idea what is going to happen, or how we will deal. But I do know that we will. We are family no matter what happens."

"Do you think Dad's scared?"

Ginny noticed the unease in her daughter's voice and she held out her arms. Lily rushed to her.

"I don't think he's afraid of death. He never has been. But he is afraid of leaving us. I can promise you that."

"How can we save him?"

"I don't know, Lily Luna, I don't know."

Sirius pressed his forehead against the wall, taking in a deep breath. It wasn't hearing about his own death that frightened him most. It was knowing the man beside him, his mate, his brother, was going to be gone soon. That he wouldn't be around to raise his son.

That would become his job. Sirius swallowed his emotion. He would be expected to be the father for Harry. Him, a father?

James cleared his throat beside him and Sirius looked up at his pale face.

"Don't worry, Padfoot, I'm beginning to think these guys aren't what they say."

"James, you heard what they said. No one else could know those things."

"Maybe they used dark magic, pulled it from our heads. I don't know...but they're obviously trying to trick us."

Sirius shook his head. "Sorry, mate, but I buy it all. No one could pull something like this off. Face it. That is your son and your grandchildren."

James ran a hand through his hair. "But it's not possible, Sirius. Time turners are the only explanation and they don't send people back forty years!"

Sirius placed a hand on his friend's shoulder. "If it will make you feel better, we can talk to Alice about it. She's an unspeakable, she'll know."

"What did Dumbledore say?"

Sirius shrugged. "Wasn't in his office. I talked to Minerva. She said he was out of contact for the day."

"You didn't explain that it was rather serious?"

"Relax, we can handle this for an hour or two."

James snorted, his attention back on listening for the others. "Yeah right."

Teddy spun on the spot slowly, absorbing the room.

"So this is the Hollow?"

Harry rested his hand on Ted's shoulder. "It's not the Hollow yet, mate. Ginny and I completely re-did the cottage after we got married. I started having it restored structurally right after the war."

Albus nodded. "Yeah it's like the feeling is the same, but I know if I go upstairs the bunk room for us kids won't be there and the treehouse outside won't be there..."

"Treehouse?"

Harry and his boys turned to see James and Sirius walk into the room, coats on.

"Yeah, Harry and I built a treehouse one summer when Jamie was a baby."

Sirius nodded at Teddy with a smile before looking at Harry. "Ready to go?"

They gathered around as James held out a rusty can that began to glow. Each man laid a finger on it and felt the all-familiar tug.

Teddy fell down onto wet grass. He stood up, looking at his godfather who was helping up Jamie and Al. Ted turned and found himself smiling up at his home away from home. The castle was exactly like the one in his time. Nothing had changed the war weathered stone. They were standing outside the open gates.

James motioned for them to move. "C'mon, we're going to be late."

"Minnie nearly had my hide for the last time." Sirius winced.

Al and Jamie followed up behind him with a snicker. Their beloved leader was just how they imagined from their childhood stories. Teddy took notice and thought back to his own bedtime stories from Harry. He had been lucky in being the first baby because everyone was eager to share stories, particularly about his parents.

James pushed open the large front doors. "We meet in the Great Hall."

Teddy shared a glance with Harry. They knew this was a test. James and Sirius were suddenly lagging in the back. They wanted to see if the time travelers were accustomed to Hogwarts.

Teddy came to the doors of the Great Hall, feeling a thousand images fly through his mind. Times of meeting Victoire, catching Weasleys that were out of bounds, fighting with other students...His entire life happened at Hogwarts.

James came up behind him and pushed open the doors. Inside was a table full of people Teddy knew only from his History of Magic textbook.

Harry released the breath he had been holding. He walked in slowly, trying to focus on his sons, and not his dead mother staring at him like the enemy. He ticked off a list of names: Alice and Frank Longbottom, Mad-Eye Moody, Edgar Bones, Marlene McKinnon, Benjy Fenwick, Caradoc Dearborn, Fabian and Gideon Prewett, Hagrid, Dorcas Meadows, Molly and Arthur Weasley, Minerva McGonagall, Remus Lupin, and Albus Dumbledore.

Six of them were still alive in 2022. And two of them had been residents of St. Mungo's for forty years. Last he had visited with Neville, his old friend had said they were falling ill more and more frequently and that it was a matter of time before he lost them physically.

No one said a word as they sat down. After a moment, Dumbledore cleared his throat.

"Mister Potter, Mister Black, care to explain who your familiar looking friends are?"

"They appeared in my study this afternoon."

"They what?"

James looked to his wife who was watching him in disbelief.

Harry could sense the rumblings and murmuring spreading through the group. Dumbledore held up both hands and his gaze locked with Harry's. He smiled as he felt the gently probe skim his top thoughts.

Afraid not, Albus. I will show you this, though.

He watched as his former mentor's lips parted. He was struggling to control the emotion he was feeling.

"Sorry, Sir. I knew that was the only way."

All eyes were on Dumbledore, bouncing back to Harry occasionally.

The Headmaster cracked a faint smile, his twinkle back in his eyes. "I am now very curious to know who you are. That's a memory only three people should have and one of them is dead."

"I'm not from this time. I'm from the year 2022. If my math is correct, my mother won't be expecting my birth for several more months."

"Interesting."

Mad-Eye scoffed. He had an eye on Dumbledore and the magical one aimed directly at Harry. "Surely you don't believe this rubbish, Albus?"

Dumbledore nodded. "I believe it is entirely possible for a magical accident to occur. I believe Misses Longbottom can confirm this."

Not waiting for any other responses, Dumbledore leaned forward, staring at Harry. "I have a wonderful idea of who you are and I must admit it thrills me. But the other young men with you?"

Harry rested a hand on Teddy's shoulder. "This is my godson, and these other two are my sons."

"How old are you boys, or men I should say?"

"I'm twenty-five."

"Seventeen next month."

"Fifteen."

"Delightful ages, I admit. Were you members of the Order in the future?"

Harry furrowed his brow. "That's delicate ground, you see. I was underage when there was an Order."

"What happens to the Order?" Sirius burst out.

"I don't know if I can answer that question." He never broke contact with Dumbledore. He felt the probe entering his mind again and he let him in this time.

It should be safe.

Harry nodded. "Honestly? There wasn't much left of the Order. It went underground for a while, but it ended with the war."

"The war ends?"

Harry slowly turned to look at his mother, fighting with his instincts. "Yes." He took a deep breath. "I want you to know this future world is very, very different. Pure blooded prejudices are a thing of the past, dark magic is confined to experiments within the ministry and old books, the world is safe again."

Dumbledore chuckled for a brief moment.

Mad-Eye looked at Harry. "This work will pay off?"

"In about seventeen years or so, yes. But I won't paint you a pretty picture. It's going to get a hundred times worse."

"How?"

Harry looked at his godfather, the memory of him falling through the veil flashing through his mind. "Almost every person in this room is going to die."

He could feel his son visibley tense. He knew Jamie and Al were upset and confused being in this unknown world. And to hear their father speak so bluntly about the war.

"How will end?"

It was his father. "When I'm seventeen."

"No how?"

Harry bit down on his bottom lip. "I didn't complete my years at Hogwarts. I spent my seventh year...working to defeat Voldemort." He ignored the intakes of breath. "But I come back to Hogwarts for the Final Battle."

"The end happens here?"

"Yes."

"So how does it happen?"

"Simple. He used Avada Kedavra and I used Expelliarmus. He's dead and I'm not. That's how it ended."

Sirius jumped from his seat. "That's it, I'm tired of this shit. Albus, if you don't get rid of these guys, I will."

Harry stood up slowly and looked at his godfather. "Sirius sit down."

"No! Who do you think you are? You come here spouting tales of the future claiming you defeated Voldemort at seventeen? You're just some delusional punk. You haven't even told us your name!"

His anger snapped in that instant. Harry rose his voice, speaking deeper and louder. "I am Harry Potter. I have not been born yet but when I was a year old I witnessed my parents' murders. I survived the killing curse. I lived in an abusive household for ten years. I saved the Sorcerer's Stone at eleven. At twelve I entered the Chamber of Secrets and killed a basilisk. At thirteen I saved you from about a hundred dementors and then saved you from getting thrown into Azkaban. At fourteen, I faced merpeople, grindylows, dragons and was tortured. Then I had to watch my friend's murder and duel Voldemort. When I was fifteen I lead a secret society in a break-in at the ministry where we held off Death Eaters while we waited for your Order to come. Then at sixteen I spent an entire school year working with Dumbledore before I carried him back from one of our missions. I then fought in a battle and watched a man I had trusted murder him. I gave up my seventh year to travel across the country where I broke into a corrupt ministry, faced snatchers and then stole from a high security vault at Gringotts which ended in me flying out on a dragon. I then fought in the largest magical battle in history before walking to my death and facing the killing curse again."

He was yelling by now. "I then had to make the decision to return to life so I could kill Voldemort and rebuild the magical world. I was the youngest senior Auror in fifty years and the youngest Head Auror ever. I have raised four kids and been married for over twenty-two years. So don't you dare call me some delusional punk."

Knowing he had to cool off before his magic acted up, he turned and walked swiftly from the Hall, feeling more anger and frustration than when he was a fifteen year old kid.

A/N: Nothing like I expected when I sat down to write this. However my thoughts when writing Harry's outburst were that Sirius, someone very important to Harry, was writing him off. Harry's going through an extremely dark time with his illness. The only thing that had kept him going the past few days was knowing he would be with kids and wife like normal.