Alright, well chapter 8! Probably only one or two more chapters before I hit the complete button for this story! Sadly….I really have enjoyed writing this one! Alas! There are many more ideas for one shots and multi chapter fictions featuring all your favourites! I'm going to finish this up and then do a one-shot about the next generation of Potter kids! I'm also going to have a SNEAK PEAK at my new story that I'm going to hopefully put up this weekend after the last chapter of this story! It's called 'The Diary of Two Confused Redheads' I can't wait to really start working on that either! So much planned so you'll want to stick around ;) And thank you to all my reviewers! It means the world and beyond to me every time I see a review email, or a favourite, or a alert! I smile so much because of them : )!

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From the moment that James and Lily woke up in the morning, James and Harry were best friends. James and the other marauders had welcomed Harry in like one of their own, like there were five marauders. They did everything together, but they never forgot Lily either. Sirius had really take to Harry, even suggested he be given a nickname like the rest of them. When asked to do his patronus and a stag busted out of his wand, Sirius had called Harry "Prongs Jr." and the name had stuck.

James had one thing he could not bear to tell his best friend, more like his brother, he could not tell Sirius that he and Lily would be dead before their twenty second birthdays. He just could not do that, Sirius would never look at him the same way ever again, he would act like James and Lily were already dead and gone. James hadn't seen Sirius so happy since Dorea and Charlus Potter had died from dragon pox. Not that James had been this happy since his parents had died.

Then one day near the end of the year, Dumbledore called Harry, Ron, and Hermione into his office. As they walked in he shouted, "Great news! I have found out how to take you all back to your time without meddling with the future! We must go at once! We have to wait until tomorrow morning at eight…" Dumbledore stated excitedly.

Ron yelled in excitement and Hermione bustled up to Dumbledore's desk. "Brilliant Professor! You must show me what you figured out!" Hermione exclaimed.

Dumbledore calmed her down and said, "The err…only thing is all of...Erm… your minds will have to be oblivated of all of this," He gestured to the world around him. "And the students, staff, and even myself will have to be oblivated of you three coming here. You will take a Time Turner back." Then Dumbledore stiffened. "Goodnight, you need your rest. Enjoy your last evening in 1979."

Hermione and Ron couldn't have looked more thrilled to go home, where they had friends, people who cared about them. Where they had, parents. Harry, one the other hand, was dreading going home. This was the only place he had ever really had a family, who cared about him, the first time he could call someone "mum" and someone "dad". He had never gotten to do that before and now in a blink of an eye it was being ripped away from him again. He couldn't even have it as a memory to dwell on one day. He wasn't allowed to remember anything. Life was so unfair sometimes.

Harry said nothing, but he left Dumbledore's office and went to Black Lake. He climbed to the other side, the side he had done his first stag patronus. The spot where he had thought he saw his father come back to the grounds in his third year. He sat by the murky lake, watching the squid roll around the water, splashing his long tentacles. Then he got up, the only place that he could think of to go, the quidditch pitch.

A few hours later, Lily and James were in the common room waiting for Harry to come back from his dinner with Ron and Hermione. Lily was studying for a potions test, James in the corner with the marauders. She looked around, hoping to see her son stroll in, with his relaxed pace, through the door. Instead she saw his two best friends wander in without him, this sent Lily into alarm.

"Why isn't Harry with you? He went to dinner with you! Where's Harry?" Lily asked desperately to Hermione.

"I don't know where he went Lily, but I saw him getting really troubled when Dumbledore said that all our memories would have to be oblivated of each other." Hermione said sheepishly.

"What!Bloody hell!" Lily cried. Her son, her only handsome son was missing.

Lily ran and found James who was planning an end of the year prank with the marauders. "James," She shook him violently, making his glasses go askew. "James, Harry is missing. No one can find him. He could be hurt; we CAN'T let him get killed."

James turned around, laughing, his glasses still crooked and said, "Sorry love, didn't catch that?"

Lily had a dreadful look in her eyes that made James understand what she had just said. He jumped up and said, "Okay, well you ask people if anyone has seen him, I'll go look for him through the grounds." Lily nodded quickly.

"Okay," she breathed. "But take the marauders with you."

James shook his head, disagreeing, "No take them with you. That way if you run into death eaters or something. The Slytherins are getting worse…" He said worriedly.

Lily bit her lip but nodded as Sirius, Remus, and Peter came behind her. Ron and Hermione tried to go with James but he said, "No, I'm going to search the grounds by air. It will be faster if it's just me. I won't have to wait for you guys; you'll just slow me down." With that James grabbed his shiny Nimbus 1500 and opened a clear window in the Gryffindor tower.

Lily ran up to him as he stood on the slippery ledge and kissed him tenderly. "Find him." She whispered gently to him, so quiet that he was the only one that could possibly have heard.

James heaved heavily and said, "I will, I- I promise." With that he kissed his Lily lovingly once more and flew off.

James glided softly in the crisp night air as he scanned the grounds for a glimpse of his son. He shot down quickly, going directly for the ground and using his trustworthy broom did a sudden stop right above the tree line. Every few moments he would call to his son, "Harry?" He questioned through the night that was as black as coal, as silent as the dead. Harry was sitting in the Gryffindor dressing rooms. Apparently they hadn't switched keys in a long time because his captain's key from last year which he accidently had never given back, still worked.

James swooped down to the pitch. He then saw something; the light was on in the Gryffindor dressing rooms. He hopped off his broom to take a closer look. He grabbed the key out of his pocket and opened the door, sitting inside; his back facing James was Harry. James sighed gleefully. Harry was safe, his son was safe. James didn't ever think he had been so happy in his whole life.

He dropped his broom by the door and scooted over to sit by Harry. He smirked and said, "Well damn, I knew you were good, cause hey! You're my son. But how in hell's name did you get in here you git?" James asked his son, really wondering but joking about the "git" part.

Harry smiled to his dad and pulled out the key. The rusty old key that Harry held and the shiny new one James held were a perfect match, the same key. James grinned and said, "Do you get everything that was once mine? You have my old cloak, my old key, and my map! Good job Harry. I feel…proud to be your dad. You could definitely take my place as Prongs in the marauders if you had hazel eyes." James joked.

Harry smiled at his dad, but then looked up at him and truthfully said sadly, "I don't want to go back to my time."

James smiled glum way, and said, "I know. I don't want you to go either, honestly. But, we have both got to go on with our lives. You have to go back to Ginny," Harry looked at his dad suspiciously. "Ron and Hermione told me." He said simply. "And I have to be with Lily. It's the way it's supposed to be Harry. I am supposed to die in 1981, so is Lily, that way our brave son can stand a chance in overcoming Voldemort." He grinned proudly.

Harry gulped in and nodded to his father. James then got up and said, "Come on, Lily is worried sick, and it's almost morning, almost…" James swallowed heavily, "almost time- time for you to…go." He said sadly.

Harry nodded and swiftly got up. James went and retrieved a broom from the extra storage. Harry mounted this broom while James mounted his Nimbus. They then took into the early morning sky, flickers of light coming from in-between the tall trees. The window in the common room was still cracked open and James saw red hair falling out of it, flying in the crispy breeze, Lily. She was waiting for them and must have fallen asleep.

James stood on the ledge end lightly and shook Lily's arm gently. She woke up immediately, falling out of her chair and onto the stone floor. James jumped through the window and helped Lily up as quickly as he could. Harry landed on the common room floor and watched his father help his startled mother up.

"Lils? Are- are you okay? You smacked your head pretty hard."

Lily shook herself off; trying to compose what dignity was left in her image. She blew her awry flyaway pieces of hair out of her face and nodded. "Yes James, I'm fine." She said. "So you didn't find- HARRY!" She said and jumped into both of their arms. She hugged Harry fiercely, like a mother letting her son go to his first day of school and said, "Don't. You. EVER. Do. That. To. ANYONE. Ever. Again."

Harry smiled and nodded to his mum, "Alright mum, I promise I won't."

She then let him go and said, "Good." Harry went up to their dormitory to find Ron and Hermione. Lily ran into James' arms saying, "Thank you for finding him." And she kissed him on the lips softly.

James smiled into her lips and said, "Well he's my son too."