AN: I am so sorry guys. I meant for this to be up earlier but I am seriously drowning in numbers and I haven't had the time, until now, to post this. (Who invented math anyway?) I hope you like this chapter, it took a while for me to figure out where I wanted to go from the first seeing as I haven't even had time to think on my last chapter but I'm proud of this one and I hope you all feel the same way…

Going back to change the Future

Harry sat up abruptly in the hospital bed. He was sweeting and breathing harshly. A weary hand ran through his hair and he gave a shaky sigh. Holding back a sob, Harry threw back the covers and hopped out of the hospital bed. He knew that he would not be able to sleep now, not with the nightmare he had just had plaguing him. Harry knew that many did not yet trust him in this time but he couldn't stay in the infirmary. He needed to go out and take a walk. He wasn't sure where he was headed, or if he would be welcomed anywhere at this late hour but he hoped that since school hadn't started there was no curfew. How he wished he had his invisibility cloak right about now, but that was back in his time in his trunk tucked away; or was in in the hands of James Potter, still waiting to be passed down to the him that was not yet born. He sighed and pulled the infirmary door open. He was grateful that they didn't put a sticking charm on the door. He took one last look at the infirmary and shuddered; his nightmare coming back to him in full throttle. Shaking his head to clear it of the horrifying images, Harry stepped into the corridor and headed in the direction of the courtyard. Once outside he sat upon a bench and looked up at the sky.

'What is it I am supposed to do', he mused to himself.

His nightmare came to surface and tears threatened to spill from his now tightly closed eyelids. His head dropped unceremoniously into his hands and he sobbed for the first time since the loss of the war. He cried for his friends who dead, whose bodies he would never be able to get out of his head. He cried for every one whose futures were lost because he could not defeat the evil bastard known as Voldemort. He gave a violent start when a hand rested on his shoulder. He looked up into startling emerald eyes and a sad smile. Lily Potter looked at the boy who would soon become her son with so much sadness. She couldn't believe that a boy so young had to go through so much. Harry got to his feet, furiously wiping tears from his eyes but was stopped by Lily. She drew his hands away from his face and pulled the boy into a tight hug. There both mother and son cried into the moonlight.

One month passed by slowly; and then two, and before he knew it His mother was giving birth. He was invited into the room after the birth and there he was now; staring down in awe at the little boy in his mother's arms. He smiled, congratulated her; and gave her a hug. James Potter looked at the boy currently embracing his wife and frowned. Who was this kid? He didn't like the idea that this kid was hugging all over his Lily. He made a mental note to ask who because he didn't want to spoil the birth of his son with a fit of jealousy. When Harry finally let go of Lily, James thought it the perfect time to show this kid whom Lily belonged to. So with gusto, James leaned in and captured Lily's lips with his own. Taken off guard for a moment, Lily responded back with as much passion that James was dishing. From the corner of his eye; James saw Harry smile at them and he gave a start, confused. Lily pulled away from him, looking at him questioningly but James just gave her a happy smile. Lily returned the smile and Harry blushed at the way they gazed at each other. He started to feel like he was interrupting a quiet moment between lovers so he excused himself and wondered to the room the headmaster had given him two weeks after his arrival. Little did he know, a certain Potter was following him and moments after Harry shut the door to his room, someone knocked on it. Harry turned to the door puzzled. The only people who knew he stayed in the castle were the headmaster, Severus Snape and Lily. As the headmaster was busy with his own agenda, Snape would never willingly visit him, and Lily was in the hospital, who could it be knocking at his door. Curiosity got the better of him and he opened the door to come face to face with James Potter. Harry's eyes widened and he stared at his father. They never really had a chance to talk and Harry wanted to tell his who he was. The headmaster had said that it was his choice but he advised that it wasn't a good idea, but whatever Harry chose the headmaster wouldn't stop him. Pleased that James had come to him willingly, without being asked Harry stepped back and let him in.

Cautiously, James entered Harry's room. He looked around at the barren room and noted that this kid didn't have anything personal in his room. It was just a bed and a night table. James wondered if there was even any clothes in the dressers he saw but thought better of looking. He was brought out of his thoughts when Harry cleared his throat.

"Is there something I can help you with?"

James gave the boy a once over and recoiled at how much Harry had looked like himself. He had messy black hair and he wore glasses. He had mostly all of James' features except his eyes. They were emerald; like Lily. James gave a shake of his head, to clear his thoughts.

"I wanted to know who you were. I've never seen you before."

Harry looked into James' eyes and saw the curiosity in them. He was reluctant however to tell his name, though he did want James to know who he was, he didn't want him to freak.

"I don't think I should tell you, you probably won't believe me any way."

James raised an eyebrow.

"Try me."

After some time had passed and Harry still didn't say a word James grew impatient and huffed out.

"Are you having an affair with my wife?"

Harry looked at James and realized what this was. James was jealous. Wait, did he say affair? Harry turned an interesting shade of green and shook his head furiously.

"No Lily is… Lily and I are just friends."

Suspicious hazel eyes narrowed and Harry swallowed deeply at the scrutiny. He didn't know whether or not to believe this kid or question him further. He decided to believe him and nodded his head.

"Good, I'm glad you have made a friend of Lily, but I don't want you hugging all over her. It annoys me."

Harry nodded; disappointed in himself for not having the courage to tell his father who he was. Where was his Gryffindor bravery now?

James gave another curt nod and excused himself.

When James was gone, Harry sunk to the couch and buried his head in his hands. He gave the conclusion that maybe it was best for as little people to know about him as possible.

A few days later, Harry sat in the greenhouse fettling with the plants. He started when the greenhouse caretaker, Pomona Sprout, laid a hand on his shoulder. He looked up at her and she gave him a cautious smile.

"The headmaster has asked me tell you to go to his office. He would like to have words with you."

"Thank you, Professor."

Sprout lifted an eyebrow but nodded at Harry kindly.

Harry made his way to the Headmaster's office and stopped in front of the gargoyle. He forgot to ask Professor Sprout what the password was. He was just going to begin the guessing game when a voice sneered…

"Waiting for them to jump aside with just that scowl will get you nowhere. Perhaps you should try telling it the Password."

Harry flushed. Of all the people, Snape had to be the one to catch him staring at the gargoyle. He turned and stated sheepishly…

"I don't know the password, sir."

Snape lifted an eyebrow.

"…Obviously."

He strutted past Harry to the gargoyle and said…

"Fizzing Whizbees," Snape stated and sent a wave of pure magic at the gargoyle.

The gargoyle leapt aside and Harry stepped on the first stair muttering a 'Thank you.'

Snape raised an eyebrow as he watched the stair carry Harry up to the headmaster's office. He scoffed for not having thought to ride the stairs like that and clambered onto the third step from Harry. Harry looked at him questioningly but said nothing. When that stair finally came to a stop at the top, Harry and Snape took the last few respective steps to the, and headed to the headmaster's office. Harry knocked and received an 'Enter', while Severus scowled.

"…Ah, Mr. Potter; Severus, welcome; Sherbet Lemon?"

"No", Severus stated hotly.

"No thank you, sir."

Dumbledore lowered the raised carton of Sherbet Lemons and offered instead…

"…Tea?"

Both Severus and Harry nodded. Dumbledore waved his wand and mentioned with his other hand for them to take a seat. Both took a seat and stared at Dumbledore impatiently.

"Now the reason I have asked you both here is because I need to discuss what is to be done with Mr. Potter here."

Severus arched an eyebrow.

"… And what, pray tell, does this have to do with me?"

"Well, Severus, since you are our new Potions Professor I figured you want to be included in the decision of whether or not Mr. Potter becomes you're apprentice."

"Why would you assign him to Potions; why not Headmaster?"

Dumbledore chuckled.

"I have not been headmaster long enough to take on an assistant, Severus. Surely you know this?"

"Likewise, I have not been a professor long enough to take on an apprentice."

"Ah, but the rules are different for professor's. You can start with apprenticeship whenever you wish."

Snape scoffed but Harry spoke up.

"Um… Sir, I don't think working with Professor Snape would be a good idea."

Both Snape and Dumbledore raised an eyebrow.

"And why not, Mr. Potter," Dumbledore inquired.

"Well for one, I'm sure Professor Snape would want to get used to being a teacher before he teaches someone to take over his job. Second, I'm pants at potions and I get enough grief with him in my time for not making a potion correctly. I really don't think that he'd want me to take over, if I am even here that long. Third, the Potions teacher in my time hated my guts, because I was a Potter, what makes you think that he does not; they are one and the same, after all."

Dumbledore looked at Harry questioningly before shooting down every one of Harry's arguments.

"The extra practice with have Severus used to teaching quicker; as I understand, he is a good Potions teacher having tutored numerous students in the past; and while you work together, I'm sure that he will get to know you as an individual, and not a Potter."

Both Severus and Harry looked uncomfortable. Harry sighed. He didn't want to work with the potions master. He would feel awkward. Harry knew too much about the man; more than he should. An idea struck him and he stated…

"Will this apprenticeship pay?"

"Apprenticeship doesn't pay," Snape snarled, "If anything you should pay for it."

"Well that is another reason why I cannot be an apprentice. I have no money in this time. I need a paying job so that I can…"

"Nonsense, I shall pay you quite a sum for your apprenticeship if that is what is required to get you to take the position."

Harry gulped and nodded reluctantly. He looked over to Snape, who was scowling lightly at the idea of having a Potter take his job if it ever became necessary.

"Is this alright with you, Professor?"

Snape sighed at the sincerity of Harry's words and nodded reluctantly.

"Great," Dumbledore said with a clap of his hands.

"I will move all of your things to Severus's quarters…"

Harry stiffened and then stated…

"…But, why?"

"An apprenticeship requires you to share a room with your instructor. It helps for better methods of teaching," Snape snapped, "Surely even a dunderhead like you knew this?"

"Now, Now, Severus…"

Snape scoffed but said nothing.

"If that is all, I shall like to return to my potions, there is a lot to brew before the start of classes."

"Of course, Severus," Dumbledore stated and Snape turned to Harry.

"When you are ready to retire, come and find me. I expect you know where my personal stores are?"

Harry nodded.

"Move the brightest potion and you will have access to my lab. I shall be there and will escort you to your new… room."

When he got conformation from Harry that he understood, Snape swept from the room, robes bellowing behind him. Harry looked to the headmaster, anxiety apparent in his eyes.

"Do not worry, my boy. Severus is not that bad…"

Harry gave a nod of resignation but he highly doubted the headmaster's words. Snape was going to chop him up and use him for potions ingredients. With a resigned sigh, Harry excused himself and left Dumbledore's office.

When Harry was ready for bed, he walked slowly down to Snapes personal stores. He knocked, but berated himself for old habits and yanked the dark wooden door open. He spotted the brightest bluish potion and removed it from the shelf. The shelf with the potions rattled and the whole wall leapt aside and revealed a secret passage. Harry stared at it in awe. He never even knew that this room was here. He gulped and realized all the times that he and his friends could have been caught sneaking ingredients from the store. Stifling the saddened feeling from his body at the thought of his friends, Harry walked into the secret passage. There he saw Snape, hovering over a potion. Upon closer inspection, he -could tell that Severus was mixing a potion. From the strain in his arms, and the tension of his shoulders, Harry could tell that whatever he was mixing was thick.

"If you are going to stand there like a deer caught in the headlight, I suggest you wait in the store room."

Harry gapped for a moment before asking…

"Do you need help, sir?"

Snape stopped turning and looked to Harry with an expression Harry couldn't judge upon his face. Before stating…

"Grab the lacewing flies, from the top shelf; crush five into a fine powder and add it slowly."

Harry did as he was told and slowly added the powder fine flies into the substance. Immediately the potion softened and Snape, who never stopped stirring, had an easier time mixing the potion around.

"That's better, this bloody potion is difficult to brew alone, thank you for your assistance."

Harry looked startled; Snape had never thanked him in his time, so to have him do it now was shocking.

"Don't stare at me with your mouth agape, it makes you look like a fish," Snape snapped.

Harry's mouth closed with a snap and he shot Snape a death glare.

If you will refrain from making yourself look ridiculous, I will show you to my quarters.

Harry was going to retort with 'our quarters' but thought better of it. Instead he followed Snape down to the dungeons and inside their quarters when Snape murmured his password for the Portrait. Harry's mouth gaped open. He had expected the head of Slytherin to have Slytherin colors in his personal quarters but they were a very beautiful deep blue. They were dungeons, yes, but Harry thought they looked good for the dreary potions master. Severus turned to address Harry but froze for a moment. He didn't know what was going through the boys' head but he could see the gears in it turning at a thousand miles per minute. Snape didn't know whether or not to look amused or rattle and he settle for amusement.

"Might I inquire as to what is going through your head?"

Harry gave a start, whether or not it was from having forgotten that the potions Professor was still in the room or not, Snape wouldn't know.

Taking amusement in this as well, especially since Harry turned a pretty shade of cherry, Snape decided that he would break the awkward silence that had settle upon Harry's stiffening.

"As you know, this is the Sitting room, when in this room you will clean up after yourself. You are NOT to eat in this, no snacking either, that is why we have a kitchen. Come then."

Harry followed Severus to every room in the house; hearing the occasional rules as the entered each room.

"You WILL clean up after yourself; that includes cleaning the dishes that you have used, INSTEAD of calling upon a house elf," from the kitchen.

'This is the entrance to my Personal Potions lab; you are not to ever disturb me when I am down here unless someone is breaking in or you are dying, is that understood?"

And Harry personal favorite, "These are my personal quarters. If I ever catch you even an inch near it; I will make use or your parts for potions, do I make myself clear?"

"Crystal," Harry had drawled out.

When they came upon a woodened door, Snape stopped at the entrance and opened the door, He let Harry enter but remained in the door way.

"This is your room. You may do in here what you see fit, all I ask is that you keep it clean. I have not had a house elf in these quarters since I have acquired them a few months ago and I do not fancy them in my home; however; your room, and only your room, is an exception. Now, I shall leave you to your own devices. Do not wait for me before attending breakfast, lunch, or dinner in the Great Hall. You shall miss half your meals that way."

Snape moved to leave the room but was stopped when Harry squealed, "Sir?"

Snape turned back to him with an arched eyebrow.

"What will I be introduced as in the Great Hall? They will not take it kindly that I am Harry Potter when the 'me' in this time was born only three days ago."

Snape sighed.

"We shall call you Scott Young. Is that acceptable?"

Harry nulled it over. Scott Young, he rather liked it.

"Yes that's fine."

"Good."

With that Snape stalked from the room. Once Snape was gone Harry looked around his new room. He couldn't believe he had his own room. And it was huge… Though he was sad that he had no friends to invite over and share it with. Those thought's immediately brought back the memories of his friend's dead bodies as they fell to the ground lifelessly.

"This is going to be a long year," Harry told himself sadly.

Harry and Severus entered the Great Hall a few weeks later. It was the start of term here and Harry began his apprenticeship. When he sat at the head table on the left of Severus, a murmur swept through the crowd. The headmaster, seeing that his students wouldn't calm down, stood and addressed the kids. When the headmaster stood up, the students quieted.

"Welcome to another year at Hogwarts. I would like to introduce our new potions professor, Professor Snape, and his assistant, Scott Young. Professor Snape is the new head of Slytherin. Slytherin house will go to Professor Snape for any problems or inconveniences."

The hall exploded into applause with Slytherin cheering the loudest; happiest because they gained a new head of house.

Snape stood in his potions classroom giving his first day speech, which Harry, who had been sitting at the extra desk next to Snape's desk, found himself smiling at. The young first years were attentive and they listened to Snape talk. The Slytherin's were the most attentive it seemed, and Harry couldn't help but give a sad fond smile at his first year. Harry noticed too that Snapes voice was calm and was not as ominous as his elder version, and he would say that his voice was almost sexy. Harry shook himself, wondering where those thought came from. He snapped his attention back to what Snape was saying.

"…Any questions?"

A brave little first year in the back raised her hand.

"What will Professor Young be teaching," she asked batting her eye lashes at Harry.

"Professor Young will be assisting me in many things, Ms. Green, and you will mind your attitude in my class," Snape cut in before Harry could answer.

Harry hid a snigger behind his hand and then straightened with a snap when Snape glared at him. He was vaguely aware of the many girls aweing in disappointment. Snape scowled in irritation and snapped…

"Turn to page three hundred three."

Harry sniggered again, earning him a glare and many giggles, again.

Harry and Snape made their way back to their rooms. Four cauldrons blew up today and both were exhausted trying to protect the students and contain the problems. Both flopped onto the couch with a sigh.

"No wonder you always have that scowl on your face. Those kids are…"

"Utter and complete dunderheads," Snape supplied with a nearly nonexistent smirk.

Harry nodded.

"Was I this incompetent when you taught us first year?"

Harry looked at Snape expectantly, but when he saw the expression on Snapes face he slapped a palm to his face.

"S-Sorry, I forgot that this is not… where I belong," Harry trailed off sadly.

He huffed and got to his feet.

"I'm going to bed now, Professor."

"Potter, I would like to talk to you before you retire."

"…About what Professor?"

"First off, I would like for you to call me Severus in our rooms, or when we are around the other teachers, you are not permitted to call me Severus in the classroom."

Harry nodded in acknowledgement, and sat back down on the couch.

"I would like to know what happened in your time Harry."

Harry stiffened. He knew this would come eventually. He had been here for weeks and no one had asked him about what happened in his time. He didn't want to go into details but he knew that he had to tell them eventually. He sighed and threw himself back into the couch.

"We had it planned for months. We were going to kill him, once and for all. We were all in position; we were waiting for your signal. When we saw your signal we stormed the manor."

Harry trailed off and closed his eyes his body shaking.

"What happened?"

"We had a rat. Someone squealed. We tried to abort the mission. We tried to get everyone out."

Harry chocked on a sob.

"Everyone was slowly killed. Without Professor Dumbledore we didn't have a chance. We were all so sure that our plan would work but it didn't."

Harry's fist tightened and he squeezed his eyes shut, he would not cry.

"Why would… I send you back?"

"I don't know. I remember you saying that I needed to change things, but a lot of it is fuzzy. We failed; the whole world was in disarray. I failed I tried so hard but I failed. I let everyone die. My friends, I watched them die, that green light will haunt me forever. Those words will burn my soul."

Avada Kadavra

Harry jumped when Severus placed a hand on his shoulder. His whole body had gone rigid, and images of his friends dying face flashes through his head. He slid off the couch away from Severus' comforting touch.

"I'm sorry sir-Severus. I-I can't talk about this anymore."

Before Severus could stop him, Harry fled.

The next few days were tense between Harry and Severus. They only spoke to each other when they were helping students or brewing. Severus felt a bit bad, but he would never admit it. He watched as Harry talked with Amy Green. The young first year adored Harry, so Severus let Harry do his best to teach the young girl. When Harry didn't know how to do something, he would always ask Severus. So Severus let him do what he knew. When they went back to the dungeons that night Harry knew that there was something wrong. He had this feeling that he was supposed to be somewhere but he couldn't figure out where. As soon as the password was uttered Harry went straight to his room. Severus sighed and walked into the living room. The tension had come back since the weeks Harry had been in the dungeons and Severus felt bad for being the cause of it. He wanted to go to Harry's room and apologize but his pride wouldn't let him. When he finally set his dignity aside and walked to Harry's room, Harry's door burst open and he flew from the room. He nearly crashed into Severus but caught his balance and deterred his self away from him.

"What in the bloody…"

"It's going to happen tonight. He's going to do it tonight. I have to get to them, I have to help them."

"Harry, what…"

"I couldn't save them before, I will save them now!"

"Harry…"

"Don't worry, I will do this myself! Will you tell the Headmaster that it has begun? I'm sure he knows what I mean, he usually knows everything else."

Before Severus could question or protest Harry was gone.

Harry raced to Godric's Hollow, he just had this impulse that something would happen today and he needed to be there. He had a feeling that this was one of the things that Severus in Harry's time wanted of him. He didn't know how he knew, but he knew it was important. When he reached the front door of the vaguely familiar house he paused and looked around. Nothing seemed out of place. In fact everything seemed fine. He knocked on the door to Godric's Hollow and got the shock of his life when James Potter opened the door. Harry stood frozen in place. James wore a kind smile though it was slowly fading when Harry just stood there gawking at him.

"Can I help you?"

Harry stared for another half of a second before he reached out unconsciously to touch James. James backed up away from Harry's touch and was about to shut the door when harry snapped out of his stupor.

"Wait, I'm sorry. I-you just remind me of someone I knew."

James looked at Harry suspiciously.

"Um, is ma- Lily home?"

James gave Harry another suspicious look before he yelled into the house for Lily.

Lily came to the door seconds later and a surprised smile filtered on her face.

"Harry…"

"Actually its Scott; Scott Young…"

Lily looked confused for a moment, but she quickly caught on.

"Oh, of course, Scott, how could I forget? I must be spending too much time with my son."

Harry gave her a sad smile.

"What can I do you for Scott," Lily asked with a good natured smile.

"I- I just thought that I'd come for a visit. Is that alright? This isn't a bad time is it?"

"No, no, not at all; come in. This is my husband James."

Harry stuck out his hand, "It's nice to meet you, sir."

James looked at Harry wearily but took his hand anyway.

"Good to meet you."

Harry gave James a sad smile and looked to Lily. Lily could sense Harry's unease so she took Harry by the hand and led him into the living room.

"So what brings you down to the Hollow?"

"Well," Harry looked around and noticed that nothing looked out of place and the family seemed to be fine. There was no signs of anything about to happen around the home so Harry thought that maybe he should just leave so that he could leave the family in peace, and so that he could get away from the death glare James was giving him.

"I-I just wanted to see if you all were alright. And now that I have eased my conscious I will leave."

James looked relieved, but Lily looked as if she was about to protest. She never got her words out, however when the front door suddenly burst open an in came two people came in wearing all black and skull masks. Harry pulled his wand from his cloak and aimed it at one of the death eaters and James pulled out his wand. They began to duel with the death eaters. James gave Harry a weary look from the side but he was focused on his task. Lily had run to the back room and was currently holding baby Harry close to her chest. She was trying to calm the screaming child but it was no use. Baby Harry could sense the fear radiating from his mother and he wouldn't quiet down. James gave a cry as a spell struck him in the chest. Lily had run out of the safety of the baby's room at the sound of her husband's voice. Harry's scar started to throb in pain before blinding pain exploded in his head. He stumbled a bit but his wand stayed pointed at the death eaters. All seemed to slow down when another person trailed through the door. The person stopped to look at Harry confusedly but he raised his wand. Harry was in too much pain to notice that someone else had entered the house and between dueling two death eaters and managing his pain. When the person raised his wand James, came out of nowhere, and tried to knock the guy's knees out. The person Seen James coming and kicked him square in the face. Harry happened to look over just as the person raised his wand.

"Avada," the man began but Harry interrupted with a scream of "NO," and cast an expelliarmus. The person blocked the expelliarmus, causing his hood to fall back and reveal a snake like face and beady black eyes, and aimed his wand at Harry but Lily's shriek brought the snake like man's attention to her and he raised his wand.

"Avada…," Harry broke off the duel he had with the other two death eaters and ran for Lily. The green light had already gathered at the tip of the snake faced man's wand and Harry was determined to save Lily. He pushed himself hard; he had to get to his mother.

"…Kadavra", and the green light shot from the tip of the man's wand just as Harry dove in front of his mother and his baby self. The green light engulfed all three and some of the green light rebounded and bounced off of a few items in the house, before a fragment of it landed on Baby Harry's forehead. The Baby and Harry screeched, though Harry's was a bit weak. Another fragment of green shot to the figure who cast the curse and his body crumpled into a heap of dust before blowing away in an unseen wind. The two death eaters fled when there leader vanished, and 'future' Harry crumbled to the floor. Lily shouted his name, forgetting that it needed to be coded. She was still clutching baby Harry close to her chest. Poor Lily was torn between checking on her husband and tending to her child, the same child; in which she held, who happened to be unconscious at her feet. She saw saved, by more people coming through her battered door and was happy to see Dumbledore, Severus, and Sirius enter the house with their wands raised. Lily burst into tears when she spotted Severus, but she was in a horrific state of shock. Severus walked to her and kneeled down to check 'future' Harry's pulse. He sighed in relief when he felt a faint pulse. Harry was alive, but just barely. Severus touched Lily's shoulder and while still clutching her screaming son in her arms, her world faded to black. Severus caught her and kept both her and the child from hitting their heads. Sirius was checking to see if James was alright and when it appeared that James was fine, Sirius conjured a stretcher and gently levitated James onto it. Severus did the same for Lily and Harry. He gently took baby Harry from Lily's arms and cradled the baby close to his chest. Sirius glared at him but under the current circumstances held his tongue. After everyone was secured another person came to the house. He was tentative looking in the house. He looked as if he would run at any moment but Sirius stopped him.

"Peter, come in give us a hand. And please take Harry from Snivellus."

Severus stepped forward with the now quiet child and looked as if he were going to start a fight but when Dumbledore's booming voice filled the space he held his tongue.

"…Now, now boys; this is not the place to be fighting. Severus kindly hand young Mr. Potter over to Peter so that we may move these three to the infirmary."

"Who will help them, Albus? Poppy is on holiday for another week, and the person who runs the infirmary while she is away is Lily, and I don't think that she is in any condition to care for them and herself," Sirius stated.

"We will just have to ask Poppy to come back from her holiday," Dumbledore stated sadly.

Peter stepped to Severus and Severus glared at him but reluctantly handed over the baby boy. As soon as Baby Harry was passed to Peter, the baby wailed. Peter looked fearful that he had done something wrong. Sirius came over and took baby Harry from Peter but the baby continued to wail. Sirius tried everything; including handing him to Dumbledore, but that didn't help either. Dumbledore smirked a bit when he received the baby, called Severus over and placed the baby in his arms. Almost immediately the baby quieted and Severus raised an eyebrow in surprise. Sirius and Peter scowled at him but made no move to take the baby, so when Dumbledore noticed that there weren't going to be any outraged protests, he sent a patronus to the ministry and mentioned for Peter and Sirius to Help with 'Future' Harry, James, and Lily. When each had a respective stretcher, they apperated back to Hogwarts, Severus following with baby Harry clutched tightly to his chest.

To be continued

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