Sorry! I had two really big tests, lots of homework, and guests come visit me in the last few days. Eight hours of staying still, not talking, and nervousness (all from the tests) can really get to you! Thanks for reviewing!

Albus Pov

Albus Dumbledore searched through the box, looking for a knickknack that would fit in between his inkwell and bag of lemon drops.

Pausing only to pick up a silver ball and place it on the crowded desk, the head master stood up to admire his handiwork.

No, it's too rolly, (a/n I know this is not a word!) he thought as the ball rolled promptly off the desk.

Sighing, Albus picked it up and gave the piece of silver a calculating look as if his hard stare could somehow force the object to take upon a sturdier form.

Out of the blue, a loud pop resounded through the office, and the little ball was no more.

Instead it was a handy pocket knife that seemed to be sticking out of a dented silver orb.

So that's why I bought this thingybob from Kelsie's Wizarding Knickknacks, he thought, but didn't place the knife on the table.

Secretly, Dumbledore didn't trust the knife to not pop in and out of forms and somehow slice his precious lemon drops.

(A/n I know he isn't like this, but it makes the story that much more funny.)

So, obviously, it couldn't be placed by the said lemon drops, now could it?

It was Christmas Eve, and most of the students had left to be home on the holiday.

Christmas Eve also meant his annual desk cleaning so all of Albus's prized 'toys' could be presented.

Basically, every Christmas he would switch all the objects on his desk to ones not yet previously shown, and Dumbledore certainly had enough stuff to do so.

The unabundance of students also helped so that no one would witness his desk in it's half covered state.

Albus was just throwing the pocket knife into the heaping reject pile when a knock came from his office door.

The headmaster might of expected the person to be Minerva, as she was constantly catching the troublemakers and bringing them straight to him.

He might of thought it to be Severus, who would never decline a visit to his office just to go off on a tangent about the Marauders and how Lily was sucked into their trap.

Dumbledore might of believed the mystery person to be Filch, who came to him everyday asking if he could start hanging the children on his office's ceiling, repeating that he already possessed the materials to do so.

He might of even thought it not a person, but a cat. Mrs. Norris, to be exact. She had made to taking recent visits to his office, then leading him to pranksters and other trouble that Minerva hadn't caught. The cat showed him because her real master was fretting about 'how unfair Albus was being to him'.

Whatever Albus had expected, it definitely wasn't an adult James Potter, currently deceased, a teenage Lily Potter née Evans, also currently deceased, and the renowned Boy-Who-Lived, all happy and jolly, like they had no cares in the world.

James Pov

James let go of Lily's hand to knock lightly on the door in front of him. Luckily, no one saw them enter Hogwarts, and the password had been fairly easy to guess.

If he had glanced to his right, James would of seen a very red Lily Evans, but from embarrassment or anger might never be known.

But James was busying himself in readjusting Harry, who had fallen asleep during their walk into Hogwarts.

Harry. The thought made him smile. Somehow he had survived that fateful Halloween night, and that thought brightened James up a lot.

Who knows? Lily might of even survived too, since Harry couldn't of possibly of escaped alone.

But then why was he at Petunia's? James knew that Lily would never ever send her only child to her sister's house, ecspecially when that meant he had to sleep in a cupboard.

Lily could be on a very important mission for the Auror office, or something else she couldn't pass up.

Maybe no one was available to take care of Harry. Yes, that was it. Lily just had to of survived.

Placing a unnatural smile on his face, James placed his hand on the doorknob when a small "Come in." reached his ears.

James didn't even think twice about how his headmaster would react if one supposedly dead guy, a teenage girl from another time, and a sleeping boy entered his office.

Lily Pov

When James let go of her hand Lily found herself letting him do so reluctantly. RELUCTANTLY!

She was now fuming at herself for falling for him. Especially now, when she was trapped in a world where they were married.

But Lily didn't know if this was really the future and not some sort of stupid Alternate Universe.

But Lily also didn't know if the little boy asleep in J- Potter's arms was hers too. His mother could be another girl with green eyes.

To her surprise she found herself frowning at that thought. But I have felt some sort of maternal pull towards him, Lily thought, and that made her smile.

She tried really, really hard to wipe that happiness off her face, but it was impossible.

So Lily followed after James, a sloppy, dreamy smile plastered over her pretty face.

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Please try it! Oh, and I really need some sort of suggestion of what to do for the next chap.

I mean, what do you say when two dead people and the most famous wizard of all time enters your office? Ecspcially if you're Albus Dumbledore!

It's not like he'll be easy and faint! See? Please help, review, and try my poll. :)