If you don't want to listen to my long list of excuses please skip over this author's note.

My great uncle in-law died

I got really sick and threw up for two days straight

I have to go to Hebrew school today which doesn't get out until six

I then will eat dinner, leaving me time to finish my chap by nineish

then I will publish this chap tomorrow afternoon. (Or this one, if this is in the present to you)

Lily Pov

Once the door opened, Dumbledore openly stared at Lily and James. Lily, to say the least, wasn't very comfortable underneath his calculating look.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he said, very softly, "Who are you?"

Lily thought that that was really an absurd question. It seemed so simple compared to what had happened earlier that day.

An older James Potter, a merge of her and Potter, what she had figured out to be an older Tuney, and the craziness of it all just resulting into a three word question seemed so unrealistic to the redhead she was able to get rid of the stupid smile that was on her face when they had entered Dumbledore's office.

But, seeing as it wasn't apparent to the headmaster of what was happening, Lily forgave him.

She was going to answer, but Ja- Potter answered instead. "I'm James Potter, I think I'm supposed to be dead, this is my son Harry, and an er- younger version of Lily"

What!? Supposed to be dead, younger version... The words floated through Lily's head, making her feel dizzy.

She merely pulled out her wand and conjured a paper bag, ready to barf in it if she felt any more unstable, like muggles would do.

But her thoughts were cut short when Dumbledore meekly said, "I see." in the same soft tone as before.

(a/n he didn't check identities because he kinda knows all, right? Or atleast it seems so.)

Lily watched as the old man conjured a couch for her (and probably James, too) to sit on.

Lily wasted no time in doing so, banishing the barf bag in the process, while J- Potter just laid Harry down on the cushions.

"What year do you propose it to be?" Dumbledore asked, fingering a bronze knickknack from his desk.

"1982." James said, but that was just after Lily blurted out, "1977." She wasn't about to allow him to interrupt again.

"Well, we have a problem. The real year is 1984." Lily couldn't stifle her gasp after that statement.

James Pov

James knew it was odd not to gasp, or even faint, after hearing that, but something inside of him had been expecting that.

He had already figured that Lily had traveled from 1977, so maybe it wasn't too surprising that he had also tempered with the timeline.

"How is that possible?" Lily asked in the bossy voice she usually reserved for James during their Hogwarts years.

The thought made him smile, but as he kept moving further to solve this mystery, a little voice kept nagging at him, pointing out the acculminating clues proving against Lily's survivance of Voldemort's attack.

"It seems time travel has now come into play here, even regenerating in one case." Albus said, sending James a twinkling glance.

But he couldn't hold it in anymore. James feared he might explode if no one told him the answer.

"Albus, is Lily alive?" He finished with a shaky breath, not exactly sure if the answer was one he wanted to hear at the moment.

But, if she is alive, you'll be rather happy, won't you? The same annoying voice responded, giving James little comfort, though for once he agreed with it.

If, through all his worrying, James had looked to see how his future (or past?) bride was feeling about all of this, he would see a very confused face.

The old headmaster gave a quick, furtive glance at Lily, then another one at James, before saying, "I'm afraid not, James."

At that moment, reality crashed down on him. James wasn't sure he could deal with it any more.

First worry about his son and wife's deaths, then confirmation that one was alive, but another confirmation that one was dead was such a switch, such a devastating one, that James silently asked Albus if he could leave for awhile.

Leaving as soon as the s of yes left Dumbledore's mouth, he knew exactly where he was going.

The room of requirement.

Okay, that's all, but it's not the smallest amount I've written. I got ZERO reveiws the last chap, so if you want some more chapters, please review, they really motivate me.

But if you did review, THANK YOU!

- Onceuponatimebiggestfan