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Thinking clearly felt impossible, an unobtainable feat. My mind was blurry with pain and exhaustion, blood loss and time traveling. Glancing at the filmy figures of Lupin and Black, I tried to find a solution somewhere in my muddled mind.

"D'you need some Pepper-up Potion, Severus?" Lupin asked, his voice concerned. I nodded numbly. With a quick "Accio" the potion was in Lupin's hand, and moments later in mine. I gulped the potion down, grimacing as it seared my aching throat. After the light pain dissipated, the world cleared considerably. Finally, I could think.

With a great struggle, I cleared my throat of whatever was building up, and began my sentence again.

"A plan. You two have got to speak with them in a way that they are bound to believe, and do or don't, we will schedule an attack on He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, eleven days from now. It will be on the night that he is planning a raid on the Potter house. We'll have to disable him somehow. Let them escape and find a new place to hide away." Both marauders looked at me in a way that told me they thought I was absolutely insane. Lupin had his mouth open and one eyebrow raised, one lowered and Black had his lips pursed and a wrinkle in his brows.

"Schedule an attack on the Dark Lord? Are you bloody nuts?" Black half shouted after he snapped out of his daze.

"I probably am," I admitted. "But that's all I've got. We have to save them."

"How do we go about telling James and Lily this?" Lupin asked uneasily. "The only way we could have gotten that information is from you. And if James and Lily are as against it as you say they are, there's no way they're going to believe us."

"You have a better chance of getting through to them than I do, Lupin," I replied. "They're your friends. They trust you. They'll believe you."

"What are you going to do, then?" Black questioned. Even though I'd just drunk the potion, my head was starting to fog up again.

"Going to tell Dumbledore," I ground out. "He'll know what to do." The room was once again blurring. I wondered vaguely if I had somehow sustained a concussion.

"Severus? A-are you okay?" Lupin stared worriedly at me. "You can't do anything in this state. You look exhausted."

"Trust me, I'm fairly close to falling unconscious at the moment, but that's not what's important! Go and tell them! We have no time to lose!" I staggered to my feet. "Go as quick as you can. I'll be at Hogwarts if you need me." And with that, I apparated to Hogsmeade.

I didn't think I could handle speaking with the one man I had wronged so without a drink or two in my system first, so I headed to the Hog's Head Pub for a shot of strong Firewhiskey.

When I downed nearly a liter of alcohol, I felt my jitters had subsided and my mind had become clear, and finally, I knew I had to be ready to confront Dumbledore.

My feet were strangely light as I started a steady tread to my old school. There was a murky calm in my stomach threatening to erupt into an angry bubble, but I swallowed this fear and imagined the life I could have chosen. The life I could have had with Lily and a child of my own. I could have ignored the Slytherinish tactics others used to pursued me to join their cause. I could have done everything for her, instead of for the one that would be her demise.

"Severus, darling, won't you please feed the baby?" "Severus, I am overjoyed I decided to spend my entire life with you." "Darling, our child is going for his first year at Hogwarts. Isn't it exciting?" "Severus…" In the midst of my daydreams, Lily's voice morphed into one that I knew ever so well as my former Headmaster.

"Severus, what on earth are you doing here?" Dumbledore inquired, his voice dominantly surprised, but cold and pleased too as I found myself standing in his presence. I could not remember getting there, but somehow my feet had carried me to his office. "I wasn't expecting your arrival for another few weeks..."

"That's not it, Dumbledore!" I yelled. "Voldemort... he's going to kill Lily and Potter! I've seen it!" Dumbledore looked shocked, but quickly composed himself.

"You are from the future, then?" Dumbledore asked, glancing at the pocket where I'd hidden the Time Turner.

"Yes," I responded immediately. I sat in a nearby chair before my legs gave out. "I came from eleven days in the future. By then, the Potter's are dead."

"And their son? What is his fate?"

"He... he survives," I replied, still somewhat shocked. "I don't know how. He survives Voldemort's killing curse, and then the same spell rebounds and kills Voldemort..."

"...Are you certain, Severus?" Dumbledore implored, his face eager. "That Voldemort is dead?"

"That's what I heard, at least," I muttered. "Then I found my time turner."

"You did so to save Lily, didn't you?" Damn that old man. He knew everything, it seemed.

"Yes, of course. Yet my first attempt didn't work. I went to the Potter's abode, and quickly got myself kicked out by that git, Potter. Voldemort found out that I had betrayed his loyalty and tried to kill me again."

"You…you used the time turner twice?" Dumbledore looked worried. "Severus, that is impossible. Time turners cannot turn back time twice in a span of a few hours."

I shook my head back and forth as hard as I could, ignoring the throbbing pain and splotches of white it brought.

"Days. I've been gone from where I belong for days." I breathed out feeling the need to sit down.

"Days? You mean to tell me that you risked opening a hole in time twice? It's dangerous enough to do it once, or even twice in a twenty-four hour time period, but twice in the gap of three days is murder! You could alter the universe, even cause it to explode!" by this point, Dumbledore had started pacing back and forth in his office, behind his desk, looking like a trapped monster behind bars.

Once more, I shook my head back and forth.

"I don't care! I don't care about anything but her! I-I—" suddenly, I felt myself blacking out once more, "I—I've lost a lot of blood. Please, can I take something, can I—agh!" I could not think clearly anymore. Every thought was like the television we had as a child that never seemed to get good reception.

This sudden change of topic stopped him in his tracks and he turned to me, eyes slightly softening. Dumbledore reached into his robe pocket and pulled out a tiny vial of what seemed to be a crimson, still bubbling potion that reminded me very much so of one I made years ago for Lily when she had splinched slightly on her left arm and she had lost a lot of blood. It was a blood-replenishing potion.

I reached my hand out towards it, unable to move forward and take it from Dumbledore's hand. Now more concerned, Dumbledore came closer, unstoppering the miniscule vial and placing it in my shaking hand. I quickly drank the small amount of liquid.

The feeling of blood rejoining your body was odd, like molten lava pulsing rapidly through your veins. It brought with it energy and clarity that I couldn't seem to find over the past few hours. It was an unusual sight to behold- Dumbledore looking shocked, confused and concerned, eyes questioning and apprehensive.

"Are you feeling better, Severus?" he asked. "Perhaps you should visit the infirmary first—?"

"There's no time for that, Albus," I growled. "We need to gather reinforcements, to cast more spells on the Potter's house, to get them to believe me!"

"I will inform the Order," Dumbledore replied quickly. "Before the day is through, the Potter's house will be impossible to find."

"You are not thinking of another Fidelius, Albus, are you? Because I believe Voldemort has found a way around them! He could see their house from the last one you placed up. I could too! I'm telling you, it won't work!" I rushed my words, afraid that I would have to change everything again. Lily would live. She had to whether or not I got her.

"You say you could see their house despite the fact that there was a Fidelius charm on it?" Dumbledore inquired, worried as he rushed to his book shelf to pull out a rather large, leather bound book and flipped through it till he found the page he was looking so hurriedly for.

"Voldemort knows where they live," He muttered under his breath, "because whoever was the secret keeper is against them. Someone has betrayed the Potters."

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