Harry's life seemed to take a daily plan that consisted of spending time with his parents who now thought of him as a good friend. It was nice to spend time with them and before he knew it, it was January.

Dumbledore had called Harry, Hermione, and Ron into his office plenty of times, he couldn't be sure on how to send them back safely. To make sure that the future wasn't meddled with when they returned. Every time Dumbledore would just tell them that he was working on it that he would try to get them back to their time as soon as possible.

Hermione and Ron had to keep telling Harry that it was for the best if they left, they were scared he wanted to stay.

When his mother and father had rounds he would follow in his invisibility cloak to make sure James didn't have a chance to get the marauder's map back.

He was sneaking around the trophy room when he saw his parents.

"James?" Harry heard Lily whisper in the dark corridor.

"Yeah?" He answered back.

"James, do you think we are going to be together forever like get married and maybe have a kid?" Harry under the cloak saw his father put his arm around his mother and say,

"Yes Lil I do think that, why?"

She sighed and said, "Because I have a weird feeling Harry. I mean he looks just like YOU, with my eyes and… James I don't know how but I think he's our kid, from-from the future." James stared at her. "See it sounds crazy,"

"But I think you're right Lil." James interrupted her. Harry shuffled around to get a better view of his parents. James looked up, hearing the wind muffle and pulled out…the…marauder's…map, which he had evidently, unknown to Harry had just gotten back from Flich with a little help from his reliable invisibility cloak that his father had given him on his first Christmas at Hogwarts.

"Oh bloody hell! Damn it! He got that damn map back! How could I be so damn careless to let him go to Flich's office and get it back! DAMN IT!"Harry cursed himself in his thoughts. Harry could see the map from where he was. It had Lily Evans, James Potter, and right by them Harry Potter.

James looked back at Lily and said, "You know if he was our son he would have the cloak." He grabbed for Harry, knowing his exact movements right as he did them. James grabbed the cloak and ripped it off Harry. Lily and James just stared at him.

Harry coughed as his young mother and father looked at him. He was scared by what they might ask. James was still holding his well now Harry's invisibility cloak but had also pulled out his wand. Harry also pulled out his wand, James was about to disarm him.

"Expelli-!" James started to say, but Harry cut him off.

"Expelliamus!" Harry cried. Lily started to pull her wand out just for their safety. James walked closer to him, Lily following very closely behind.

"Harry…. Potter?" James questioned him. Harry nodded and looked around for the map, Lily had it clutched tightly in her hand, fingers curling around it delicately but grasping it hard all at the same time. Harry then started to speak, ready to tell his parents the truth. He wanted the young Lily and James to know that he was indeed their only son.

James cut him off and said, "We don't understand," He gestured to Lily who was peeking out from behind him. "How can you be a Potter, look just like me, and have Lily's eyes, but be here in 1977?"

"James," Lily spoke up from behind him, "Can't you see? He's not from this time! I already told you, I mean his name's Harry Potter. You know the map never lies. James it would have to be true!" Lily then turned back to Harry. "Who are you exactly?" She asked him, emerald eyes to those same glistening eyes.

Harry didn't care what happened to him. He didn't care what Hermione would think. He wanted; he needed to tell his parents the truth.

He gulped and said, "I am Harry Potter. I'm your son, I'm from the future. I'm so sorry to the both of you, I was cursed here. I also wanted to meet you, to talk to you both." James and Lily stared at Harry.

James spoke up first, "What do you mean meet us? If you are our son, you would already know us from the year you came from."

Harry shook his head and answered, "No, the year I came from, 1998 you both are… dead." Harry gulped in air, straining to breathe, getting ready to cry over his parents in a way he never had before even though they were right in front of him.

Lily was staring at him in a sympathetic way.