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Dear Readers,

I know it has been awhile, to long I know. I'm amazed that this is still getting hits, but it is, so here I am. I have an older sister, some of you know her as Odyssey Storm 'Nina' So, some of you know that our father died last Jan. I don't know, but when he passed on it was like he took what will I had to write with him. So I'm trying, if I disappear from here for awhile, don't be surprised. I'll be back...So will Odyssey; she has a bad case of writer's block.

On the brighter side, Odyssey has agreed to HELP with Mischief Magic. She wants to get hers finished first. I tried to get her to write it so I can read it, but NO, she wouldn't. Anyway, I'm going to work on this one.

Also one more thing before I forget. PhoenixGrifyndor I owe thanks to you as well, this is more of a filler chapter to get me where I need to go. Anyway, hope you like it.

Chapter Ten:

Harry landed in a heap with Hermione on top of him. "That went well, huh?" He asked standing up, he pulled Hermione up to her feet, "are you okay?"

Hermione brushed off the dirt while taking in her surroundings. "I'm fine Harry," she whispered finally looking him over. She smiled, he looked nothing like Harry Potter, "and you are really an elf."

Harry nodding zeroing in on a bench, the same bench James had been on. He knew where they had gone; he just wasn't sure how he had managed to do it. "We are in Godric's Hollow, in the gardens behind my house."

"The house it is still smoking Harry, how could that be?" She asked moving closer to the house. "I am I know it wasn't a fire that killed them."

Harry walked closer to the house, or what was left of the house. Hermione had been right; smoke still rolled off the house, like it had been on fire. Only it hadn't been a fire, this was the work of one person.

Hermione grabbed Harry by the arm, "we can't stay here Harry, and we need to get back."

"I don't know how, Hermione I think we have landed after it happened, my parents are already gone. Siri can't help us; we can't go to Dumbledore." Harry pulled at his hair, and then he worried about that. He had transformed without anyway to fix it, which meant he couldn't be seen by anyone. How was he going to fix that?

"Well," Hermione took a deep breath. "How did you do it before?"

Harry moaned, "Siri did it, I mean the he make the port-keys from a spell in a book. The book is in the Black house. And he did have help from his mother, you know the yelling portrait."

"Lucius?" Hermione asked.

"We can't change history, you of all people know that Hermione." Harry muttered watching the girl start pacing in front of him.

"Okay, then maybe it opened some kind of portal, a portal that would still be in the Black house, only we can't go in there. That woman is still alive isn't she?"

Harry tilted his head, "she was last night, I believe so anyway, I mean in this time and she also was the one that helped Siri send me back." The last thing he wanted to talk about was that she had been the one to help Lucius and James cast the protection spells on him and Draco. Which now he found strange, hadn't she been mean to Siri when he was growing up? He had turned his back on his family; or rather they had him. Now he was just confused, he didn't know what to believe or who.

"You think we should go back? You know how she feels about muggleborns." Hermione whispered.

"She doesn't know that you are a muggleborn, we don't have to tell her, and we don't have to tell anyone anything." Harry murmured crossing his arms. How had everything gone so wrong? It should have been simple, go back and bring his parents forward, then live a normal life. Wrong, so very wrong, go back to only find nothing in his life would ever be normal.

"I think we should go and try to find Lucius, he would be the one out of everyone to keep this secret." Hermione stopped in front of him. "He may be the only one that does know how to get us where we need to be."

Harry rolled his eyes; he could see it now. Lucius would know who he was the minute he saw him. Lucius wouldn't be happy about that either; all he needed was to have the man mad at him in both times. Also there was the fact that he was a little afraid of the man.

"I'm not kidding Harry, we can't stay here, and you know that. People will be around, maybe even the Order." Hermione looked down at him, "or even worst, Death Eaters."

Harry held his hand up listening; he could hear the slightest sound. The sound of the wood in the house settling, even the sound of the flowers that swayed in the wind had a unique sound of its own. He listened to the wind that sung through the trees, it was music, pure and simple music.

"Are you listening to me?" Hermione asked.

Harry smiled at her; he could even hear water running over rocks. "We can't go to my father."

"Did you just call him your father?" Hermione asked surprised.

Harry shrugged, after all that was who the man was. Not that he liked it or even wanted it. It didn't change the facts. "It slipped is all."

"Why not? I don't want to go to the Black house. Not that I want to go to Malfoy, mind you, but it would be safer." Hermione gave a slight smile, "after all he is your father, and Dumbledore is out of the question."

"He'll be mad Hermione; I don't want both of them mad." Harry pointed out.

"You mean, you don't want to go because he'll be mad?" Hermione asked surprised.

Harry thought it over then nodded.

Hermione looked thoughtful for a minute. "You know he would have to be worried, James is dead and you are missing. It will ease his mind to know you are alive."

Harry snorted, and then the man would kill him dead. No more boy-who-lived-turned-elf. Voldemort wouldn't have to kill him, oh no; he would already be dead. "Also there is that no changing history, going to him would Hermione."

"So would going to the Black house, Harry that isn't a smart idea." Hermione stated. "You're just worried about getting into more trouble than you already are."

Harry eyed Hermione, "what does that mean?"

"Do you think that Lucius Malfoy will let his son of all people by with that little storm you fashioned?" Hermione asked.

"That was an accident, I don't even know how I did that." Harry reminded her. "I just think that the portal is in that house, it would have to be Hermione. How else did we get here? And why are we here?"

"I could be wrong about a portal, I mean I never heard of one that took a person to a different time." Hermione started pacing again.

Harry felt like pacing himself. They were stuck, they couldn't be seen, or rather he couldn't be seen. "We need to get some robes and a cloak from the house, before someone does come back here."

Hermione nodded her agreement. "People will start and soon, if nothing else we can go to Diagon Alley and I'll get us a room at The Leaky Cauldron."

Harry made his way into the house with Hermione following at his heels. He found two cloaks cast on a chair, the robes would be a little harder to get. He walked up the steps wondering what all they left, the good stuff was put in the manor, Lily had said something about sealing some things as well.

Harry looked into a room that had the door open, "they must had slept in here."

Hermione nodded eyeing the wardrobe. She pulled back the door in surprise, "Harry; it is mostly normal robes, nothing fancy at all."

Harry only smiled; he was willing to bet they had been moved to the manor. He pulled on one of the robes only to toss it. It would have fix two of him.

"Try one of Lily's, you can't really tell the difference," Hermione handed him another one.

Harry hated to admit that it fix better, still to long, but not as bad. Pulling the cloak around him he headed back down the steps. "Come on," he whispered grabbing her hand.

Pulling open the door he came face to face with the one person he really didn't want to see.

Journee