A/N - HAAAIII. Okay I am so so sorry the update is so late... I have been doing it like, around every two days, but it's been more than a week. I've had exams so that's why really, and there's ACTUALLY PEOPLE FOLLOWING THIS STORY, I think it's seven, and I'm soo pleased, so I really am determined to update quicker from now on. I'll also make sure to make the chapters longer because I've realised how short they are. And thank you for the reviews, keep them coming pleeease. If anyone's annoyed with the reviews at the beginning, please tell me.

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"Bloody hell Hermione- what was that for? You just ran up to Dumbledore just like that.." Ron was staring at Hermione with a type of dignified awe, who had just collapsed back on top of the bench, looking disconcented, her hair bushier than usual.

"Oh nothing-I-I...had to talk to him about something".

"Is that you and Dumbledore, then? Have a bit of a special relationship, eh? Had to go and visit him in the middle of dinner," Ron sniggered.

"Oh , so shut up Ronald. You're immaturity sometimes." she shook her head,though she still appeared nervous and bothersome.

Harry eyed Hermione suspiciously , very disbelieving.

"Oh really, Hermione?" He grinned, but when he was about to open his mouth to question her further, he was interruped by a loud cry.

Harry straightened up, lifted his chin off of his slumped arm and whipped his head around at the sudden outburst of noise...to find himself roaring at the top of his voice. Harry, himself , was bellowing with a thunder deep voice at the very end of the Gryffindor table.

Utterly bewildered, Harry's jaw dropped as he sat up even straighter and dropped his spoon with traces of tart on so it fell to his plate with a clang. Harry didn't notice his friends , or even the rest of the whole school turn to curiously see who was making such a racket at the end of the feast.

"HOW CAN I NOT HEAR YOU EVANS, YOU'RE SHOUTING YOUR HEAD OFF!"

Why was he shouting so loud at apparently nothing..and why was a double of himself in the Great Hall in the first place?! Was it a death eater- but how, with the amount of excessive security which was guarding Hogwarts? And why would a death eater reveal himself in broad daylight? All these thoughts flickered through Harry's brain though he remained puzzled, and a little cautious. Then only to puzzle him further, came the soft sweet yet somehow incredibly strong and loud voice of a girl whom Harry had only just spotted.

And it was at that moment, as he watched her retort to the mans remark , when he realised that the girl was his mother.

It took him only two more seconds as she stopped shouting, to put two and two together and to know that it was his sixteen year old mother and father arguing in front of him. Too anybody else, a teenager calling their parents beautiful would be slightly strange..but that was the only word for it.

They were beautiful, just as he remembered. This wasn't like the mirror of Erised five years ago; then, his parents and family were just imprints, cold desires which pained Harry as he had desperately tried to reach out and touch his mothers hand on his shoulder. Now they were real, they were flesh and blood, they were sixteen years old- and the powerful urge to run towards them and fling himself at them hit him like a bludger to the head.

"Harry," a gentle whisper took Harry from his daze. Unwillingly, he broke his sight of his parents, and turned his head towards Hermione. She sat there with her arms limply hanging in her lap. She had a sorrowful but understanding expression, and Harry was slightly startled to see her eyes gleaming with tears.

Suddenly very aware of everything again. He saw his peers tranced expressions, some gasping, some wiser than others.

Anger exploded in him abruptly, a very different feeling to the longing just.

'These, animals, are not them. They're not real. Pretending to be them..my mum and dad. They even put up a show by pretending to argue, just like they would've done at sixteen'.

He rose from his seat shaking from head to toe, a heavy sneer planted on his face which startled his friends and classmates as he rarely made this.

He fast walked up to the now stock still teenagers, the girls finger still raised as if she was going to jab it at the boy, but blushing terribly and shamefully staring at Hogwarts's pupils, whilst the boy just looked befuddled and was staring at Lily as if she was some sort of deformed

The silence in the hall was eerie and tense; and Harry's footsteps seemed to thunder against the flooring. Nearly everybody was watching him now, the Ravenclaw's mostly wide eyed as they realised the truth and the Slytherin's looking curious. The students who knew watched him with deep rooted concern and pity, although their faces only shown shock. (A/N- I realise that I'm making this kinda dramatic..but it would be, wouldn't it?)

Harry was conscious of his arm shaking as he reached into his robes and fiercely pulled out his wand. He raised his chin to the ceiling, trying to look unabashed, to show that even this cruelest of tricks couldn't affect him. Though Harry's eyes were on the verge of burning horribly.

His parents had long ago raised their head to watch him approach them, feeling like they'd been confunded.

How they were in this strange situation together -in a hall full of silent stranger students, with one who looked identically like James sauntering up to them with a face which was murderous and bursting with other unknown emotion- was beyond the both of them.

At last he stood in front of them. Harry bravely chose to meet the mans hazel eyes.

"How... dare you? " and if a deadly voice that quiet could kill, James would have been crucified.

"Uh-what? How dare I what?" James really felt like jigging around and whipping his head around so he lost a large amount of brain cells. He was extremely impatient by now with the strangeness of-everything.

"Excuse me?" Lily ushered from beside James. Harry didn't attempt to meet her eyes. Or his. Whoever the masked death eater was.

"What's going on?"

"No.. no. How- DARE YOU?! " Harry roared, so that everybody in the hall could really see the extent his voice could work to, and how angry he could get.

"I should've known you and Voldemort could do this after torchuring and killing whoever you like.. bewitching dead bodies... But how dare you be them? Why be them?" his voice was straining , his normally husky voice high pitched.

"What?! I'm terribly sorry, but I don't understand- are you saying that we are somehow working for ..You-Know-Who? Why would you say that? What is going on? Why- why is everybody ..."

Lily trailed off, intensely staring at Harry. Her desperation and confusion just grew even more confusing as she stared at the teenager who looked the splitting image of Potter next to her. Except, he had a curious lightning shaped scar on his forehead which made Lily wonder how he had suffered to get it...the boy in front of her gave off an unexplainable vibe (and Lily was sure it wasn't his anger) and it made him all the more mysterious.

Another difference was his eyes, and up close, minor things. His eyes were a brilliant enthralling shade of marble emerald- just like her own.

Before Harry could reply , Lily exclaimed: "Have we- how..are we somehow, in a different-"

Lily cautiously edged around Harry.. truth betold, wary and frightened of his temper. One look at James told her that he was just as, if more mystified , scared and confused. His gaze was focused on the boy who was his own age as well.

When safely around him, for a fraction of a second she hesitated but then sprinted the whole huge distance from the end to the top of the Great Hall. Her hair fanned out behind her as she freely ran, her bag dumped at James's feet.

Panting for breathe , she landed facing Dumbledore, who had been slowly striding down the hall with no apparent urgency.

Dumbledore's face was examining, a small frown at the crease of his eyebrows. Almost at once, the gleam in his eye intensified.

"Lily- Evans?"

"Yes! Yes sir," she smiled, relieved.

"How did you get here, Lily?" he shrewdly peered at her over the tops of his spectacles.

"Well, sir. I was outside, with..James Potter, and we were..talking, and then, I think the Giant Squids arms reached up and touched us, and there was this very strange sensation. Professor- where are we? Where is everyone?" she spoke in a hushed urgent voice, though everyone in the hall could hear her purely clear.

"Ah, Lily. Do not fret...although something very strange indeed as occured. Please, follow me." He looked troubled for a moment, then he began to speed down the hall once more with Lily trotting behind. As he walked, he grinned a joyful smile and he exclaimed with his arms open to everybody :" Please! Everybody, carry on with your pudding!"

Everyone reluctantly started to turn their body's around as they had seemingly been attracted to the scene like magnets; yet lots kept turning their heads around slyly. Mutterings began to commence and excited whispering.

Harry watched the conversation, watched his father watching, and simply felt like being sick.

They reached Dumbledore, Lily eyeing Harry, puzzling over his aura.

Facing eachother, Harry suddenly erupted in shouting again.

"Professor! How can you believe them?! HOW? How are you being FOOLED by them? My parents are dead! Did you not know that sir?!" Harry instantly regretted the words before they'd spilled off his tongue. The hall was resorted to silence once again, and nobody seemed to able to unglue their eyes from the strange group.

Many were stunned at how Harry was addressing the headmaster, though he had cause. Hardly anybody had realised... The scene, the people, the shouting, the headmaster- it was quite enough drama for one day. Even for Parvarti Patil and Lavender Brown.

"No , Harry. I am not being 'fooled'. Excuse my lack of modesty- but I am quite blessed with intelligence. I would never be fooled by inferi, and though I have made mistakes with Polyjuice potion beforehand, as you very well know, the Second Wizarding War is taking place. Please accompany me to my office Harry, and you , James and Lily, so I can attempt to clear up everything. All can be explained."

Harry turned on his heel and dragged himself out of the hall, not bothering to wait for the others.

Up at the high table, Severus Snape watched the whole affair, his usual stony face cracked. Lily Evans , with her beauty, charm , her good heart.. she was back. And the impact of her standing there, alive again- Severus had to get away quickly. And not just because he was seeing Lily's eyes open and glimmering again, instead of the last time he had seen them; wide open, cold and dead. It was because no matter how much the woman looked like Lily, it wasn't his Lily.. it was an imposter, who Severus wanted to tear apart from limb to limb.

Severus had to force himself to accept this, as his face turned moss-pale , and he watched his old enemy, love and the child he had protected but hated exit the room. What a lovely little family again.

A/N- OO GUIS. THE NERVES. IF YOU'RE ACTUALLY STILL READING, THEN WELL DONE TO YOU. AND AGAIN, DID THIS EVEN MAKE SENSE OR..

And if you're feeling down, go listen to Angel - Sarah McLachlan. It's so beautiful..And again if you're STILL reading-RATE AND REVIEW AND I WILL LOVE YOU LIKE HELENA BONHAM CARTER 3 . Thanks...I'll make sure next chapter is longer and sooner, and over time every chapter will increase in length. If I carry on with it- which I am determined to do, but if everyone like just like stops reading, that'd be pretty awkward. Haha. CRITICISM OR ANYTHING JUST ONE WORD ANYTHING IN A REVIEW IF IT'S 'TERRIBLE'