"Aren't you at least a bit concerned?! Do you not care about him? He's vanished into thin air, and here you are, calmly eating this lemon something and doing absolutely nothing!" Raged Ginny as she confronted Dumbledore. They rushed to him as fast as possible and informed him about what had happened.

Dumbledore's eyes twinkled like never, "My dear, I am not concerned because there is no reason for concern! A fairy surely wouldn't hurt him, would it? He will come back someday!"

"Someday? Someday! I don't want him to come back someday! I want him now!"

"Miss Weasley, fairies are powerful, magical creatures who never do anything without a higher prospect and intent. You must understand that Harry's disappearance means that it was destined to be. I doubt we could localise Harry before he's back."

"Headmaster," Hermione interjected, "Surely, you don't believe in these fairytales, do you?"

"I don't think it's the most important thing right now, Hermione," Ginny hissed and shot her such a scathing look that the older witch immediately faltered. Then she turned to Dumbledore and slammed her hands on his desk, "I don't believe you are aware of the seriousness of the situation, Headmaster. I won't ever stop looking for him, no matter what you say!"

Dumbledore only chuckled healthily, which infuriated Ginny even more, a thousand twinkles in his piercing blue eyes, "Ah, young love! I must caution you not to search for him, Miss Weasley, but in fact, I have no power to stop you, now have I?" He said, smiling mysteriously the whole time, confusing the three students even more. "Now, I think we all deserve a good night's rest. I suggest we retire to beds!"

The three friends left the Headmaster's office in not the best mood. Ron and Hermione were gloomy, and Ginny was seething silently the whole way.

"The old git! He knows something! And he's happy about what had happened!"

Ron swallowed heavily, "You don't think that… that this higher purpose… that they wanted to use Harry like… like a bree…breeding horse, do you?" His voice trembled with unease.

"What? Of course not, Ronald!" Hermione scolded, hitting him not-so-lightly through the head. Ginny looked utterly disgusted and horrified at her brother's words, though not entirely convinced by Hermione's claims fairies aren't raping her boyfriend mercilessly right now.

"So what do we do now?"

"It'd be best if I did some research," said Hermione.

Ron and Ginny looked at each other and grinned the same evil smiles, "Then we will do a little fairy hunting."

"Minerva, this is our new student, Harry Shunpike. Harry, you have the pleasure of meeting your transfiguration teacher, the head of your house, and the deputy headmistress, Minerva McGonagall."

McGonagall's lips formed a thin line as she nodded in greeting to Harry. Then she rapidly turned towards Dumbledore, "Why wasn't I informed of this earlier?" She asked curtly, with a pretence.

"Ah, you see, that was an emergency situation that happened not so long ago. If you let me, I will explain everything to you later. Would you be so kind as to inform Gryffindor prefects about our new student? Thank you!" He said, not waiting for a response and leaving them in a hurry, probably to do something very Dumbledore-like. Harry decided that the man was utterly unpredictable in his brilliant madness.

McGonagall looked as if she wanted to say something not-so-very-kind but stopped herself with a big sigh. She turned to her new student, and together, they slowly made their way to the great hall. Harry still couldn't believe what had happened. He never really took what Ginny told him about fairies seriously—a bunch of childish fairytales, as Hermione put it. And now he had to live through the consequences.

They arrived at the chamber off the Great Hall, and Harry moved to the corner of the room, silently cursing his luck, himself, and the blasted fairy. He would rather go to bed than face the whole school of 75',not to mention his parents. When he thought of meeting them, he meant the adult version after he was born, not teenagers. Merlin forbid if they dated someone else at this time because it would ultimately be utterly awkward!

He was overthinking so much that he didn't hear the door opening.

"What are you doing here, Potter?" A young female voice spat angrily, startling Harry.

Harry looked over to where the voice was coming from and saw her: dark red hair, brilliant green eyes, and a very annoyed face. His heart dropped, and his mouth hung open.

"Lily, I don't think that's James," said a young man who looked almost like Remus, only... healthier.

"You are right, of course, Mr. Lupin," said McGonagall with her deep Scottish accent, "This is the new student I informed you about. Your job as prefects is to show him everything he needs to know and help him feel welcome."

Lily blushed slightly at her mistake and unkindness… and McGonagall's disapproving stare. She truly didn't mean to; she really thought it was this git Potter. He practically looks the same!

"Mister Shunpike, these are Gryffindor's fifth-year prefects: Miss Lily Evans and Mr. Remus Lupin. Now, I will leave the three of you for further introduction. I'll come for you, Mr. Shunpike, when it's time for breakfast." She said and left the room.

Harry was still looking dumbly at Lily, his mouth impersonating a fish. He desperately wanted to say something, greet her, and maybe throw himself at her and cry his eyes out.

"Great first impression, Lily," Remus murmured sarcastically, "You scared the boy's guts out."

"Look, I'm sorry for my little outburst," She patted him awkwardly on the shoulder, and Harry tensed even more, "I just thought you were this bloke who annoys me constantly. You really do look like him."

"Maybe you take a seat? You look rather pale."

Harry silently nodded and slid down the wall. Remus crouched beside him and instructed him what to do.

"Now, take a few deep breaths. "Good, just like that."

"Thanks," Harry said after a while, "I just-"

"You really don't need to explain yourself; we understand that finding yourself in new surroundings can be stressful. Now, what's your name? We were only informed of your surname."

"H-Harry."

"That's a fine name you have, Harry," Remus smiled kindly and looked at his companion, who was silently staring at the floor the whole time. He knew that she wasn't used to making such blunders and was probably embarrassed to her core. He really sympathised with her. James had taken more interest in her lately, even though he would never admit it. His arrogant and mischievous behaviour really messed with the girl's head, only adding to her stress. He wasn't surprised at all by her reaction. "My name's Remus, and this is Lily," he said, reaching out to Harry with his hand.

Harry took it gratefully. "You're not related to the Potters, are you?" Remus continued, "You look very much like my friend James. It's no wonder she confused you with him."

"Nah, barely heard about any Potters at all," Harry nervously dismissed, "So... is she cross with this James?" He asked, trying to learn as much as he could about his parents. The best way would probably be talking to them, but he doubtedhe would ever try that. What if they didn't like him? Thought of him stupid?

"I'd say their relationship is rather... a little strained, I guess?" Remus said after a while of thinking,

Lily huffed at that. 'A little strained,' as her fellow fifth-year-prefect put it, was an enormous understatement. She hated his guts, really. And that was saying something because she liked most of the people. She still couldn't look Harry in the eyes. She completely embarrassed herself and almost attacked him before she even met him!

The door opened again, and McGonagall told Harry it was time. The three of them walked out of the room. Dumbledore summoned Harry with a hand gesture while Lily and Remus entered a less visible place.

"We have a pleasure to welcome a new student and your colleague this fine Monday morning!" Dumbledore's booming voice announced. Harry wanted to sink into the ground for the first time since he was announced the fourth champion in the three Wizard Tournament last year. It didn't help that the Great Hall resounded with tons of whispering students. "His name is Harry Shunpike. He will be joining fifth-year Gryffindor students in their classes. I hope you will do everything in your might to help him feel welcome. I'm sure he will gladly answer all your questions about his persona and sudden appearance. Now, Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!"

Harry had a strong urge to hex his headmaster. Couldn't he just make up some cheap story about how he got here? Of course, it would be better to make him improvise and risk the future, Harry thought bitterly.

Remus waited for him, but Harry couldn't see his mother. Her younger version, he corrected himself. "She went to her friends. We err, we thought it would be better not to overstimulate you with the introductions."

Great, Harry thought, I didn't even exchange a few words with her, and she already don't want anything to do with me. That's a way to go.

"Now, come with me," Remus continued, "I'll introduce you to my friends."

While they were walking through the Great Hall, other students were still whispering and pointing at him. Remus led him to where his friends were seated. The first one whom Harry noticed was a rather average-height boy with long black hair. He didn't recognise him at first, but then everything clicked. Instead of the worn-out, tired face and pale white skin, now sat a healthy young man who didn't have the half-mad air surrounding him.

The second in the group was a chubby, short boy with a mousy-brown hair. It was hard to mistake him for someone else. Peter Pettigrew, a rat that got his parents killed. He had an urge to throw himself at the boy and strangle him with his bare hands. Instead, he curled his palms into fists. As much as he wanted to kill that… that traitor, it wouldn't do. It would definitely mess up the future. Remus had to notice his sudden tension and fortunately took it as a stress before meeting new people. He put a comforting hand on his shoulder.

When Harry looked at the last boy, it was as if he were looking in the mirror. They had the same hair, almost the same face, and very similar heights. It could only be one person.

His father

The three boys looked at Harry in wonderment, especially James. It was as if he had gotten a clone! Sirius looked between those two like he couldn't decide if his brother in all but blood was making the greatest prank that Hogwarts had ever seen.

"Harry, these are my friends I was telling you about," Remus announced with a smirk, "It seems that they barely looked at you and are already smitten!" The three boys started spluttering and denouncing their friends' accusations. "Anyway, the shy one is Peter, the one in the middle who's so star-struck because of you is Sirius, and this arrogant-looking bloke is James, the same with whom Lily mistook you."

James seemed to be the first to react and reached out to Harry to shake his hand. The boy took a deep, shaky breath and hesitantly complied. This seemed to break the two other boys from their trans as they, too, shook Harry's hand.

"Are you and Jamie related?"

"Sirius!" Scolded Remus.

"What? It's a perfectly normal question! And don't you start with this whole 'appropriate things to say' thingy again!"

"It's called etiquette, you muppet!"

James rolled his eyes. "Don't mind these two, Harry. They're often like this." He leaned closer with a sneaky smirk and whispered, "I have a theory that it's their specific kind of foreplay."

Harry snorted and gave him a knowing look, thinking of Ron and Hermione, who used to do the same thing. He missed them already.

A voice brought him back from his imagination, "But really, are we related?" James whispered to his ear, making sure Remus didn't hear it, "Because, you know… we look very alike rather strangely…"

Harry knew that he had to change his appearance, but Dumbledore, of course, knew better! He didn't know what the headmaster was playing at, but he didn't like it one bit. Was Dumbledore pranking him? Or was it his revenge for playing with time? Or did Dumbledore finally lose it? With a corner of his eye, he noticed that the old wizard was chuckling heartily at his discomfort while eating with a taste behind the teacher's table. The bloody git!

"Err, I think it's just a strange coincidence that we look similar. Nothing we should inquire further. Not at all." James raised his eyebrows strangely at him. He didn't look convinced at his someday-to-be-son-not-that-he-knows-about-it-right-now words.

Sighing tiredly, he took a goblet from the table and started to drink pumpkin juice with loud gulps. He didn't drink anything since yesterday – he was bloody thirsty!

Just then, when he was in the middle of a sip, a sound of clearing through behind him startled him. With a cough, he spat the beverage into the goblet and onto himself. The whole great hall laughed at his clumsy, while McGonagall – the one who startled him, gave him a disapproving look.

"Here's your timetable," she said, pursing her lips sternly. Then she turned to Remus: "You and Miss Evans will ensure he gets to the dormitory. The three of you are excused from the first class today."

This caused the three remaining boys to groan. "Of course, Mr Prefect gets the favourable treatment," said Sirius, enviously looking at his friend. Then he turned to James, "Just imagine being excused from bloody potions!"

"Yeah, why does he always get the best?"

"Maybe because me running around the empty halls without supervision doesn't mean creating life-threatening situations for the bystanders?" Remus scoffed.

James furrowed his brows, "We don't do that?" He turned to Sirius with a questioning look, "Doesn't we?"

Sirius only shrugged his shoulders, not keeping up with the conversation; he got distracted looking at a passing girl's back.

"And I certainly don't get distracted with simple tasks, unlike someone," said Remus, giving Sirius a meaningful look.

"Huh?"

"Come on, Harry," Remus said, shaking his head, "We better leave these oafs alone, or we end up brainless like them."

"Huh?" Said Harry very unintelligibly. Unknown to his companions, he was staring at his mother-yet-to-be with admiration and longing in his eyes.

"Oh, God!" Remus facepalmed. "Another one!" he said, dragging Harry by his wrist to where Lily sat with her friends. "Are you coming?"

Lily suddenly looked uncomfortable with the attention, "Eh, I would gladly come with you, but… you see, I have this… err, something I must deal with?" She said, trying to look anywhere but Harry, who was doing the same thing; he suddenly found that the roof was the most interesting thing in the world.

Remus looked at her sternly. "Fine," he huffed and dragged Harry in the opposite direction out of the great hall.

Harry followed Remus up the winding staircase to the Gryffindor Tower; their footsteps echoed heavily on the stone steps of empty halls. He had been to the Gryffindor dormitories before, of course—in his own time—but walking through them now, decades earlier, was surreal. Everything felt both familiar and strange. The portraits on the walls, the polished bannisters, and even the smell of old wood and stone were all the same, yet different.

Remus led Harry into the Gryffindor common room, which was still quiet this early. The warm glow of the fire crackled in the hearth, casting a cosy light on the plush armchairs and couches scattered around the room.

"This is where we hang out before, between, after, and sometimes in time of classes," Remus said, gesturing around the space. "You'll usually find James and Sirius here causing trouble or working on one of their schemes." He grinned at that, and Harry couldn't help but smile a little too.

Even though the common room looked almost exactly as it did in his time, seeing it now, with the Marauders as young students, made it feel like he was in a different world.

And that was the problem.

He didn't belong here.

No matter how tempting it was to see or even meet his parents, he couldn't stay here forever. Maybe it would be better if he had as little to do with them as possible.

Remus must have noticed Harry's distant expression because he spoke again, this time more gently. "I know it can be overwhelming at first. Hogwarts is a big place. But if you ever need help with anything, ask."

Harry smiled gratefully. It was so strange to see Remus like this—young, healthy, without the weight of the war or his condition fully pressing on him. Remus had always been wise in Harry's time, but there was deep sadness. Here, he was still kind, but there was a brightness in his eyes that Harry wasn't used to. A tiny bit of happiness Harry chose to believe was because he had friends. Friends long gone back in the future.

"Thanks, Remus," Harry said quietly, not quite trusting himself to say more.

As they walked through the common room, heading toward the staircase that led to the boys' dormitory, Harry could feel his stomach tighten. He hadn't eaten much at breakfast earlier—his nerves had been too much from sitting so close to his parents, knowing they had no idea who he really was.

Remus seemed to notice. Or rather, he heard his stomach growl with his sharpened senses.

"Hey," Remus said suddenly, stopping just a few steps before the stairs. "You didn't eat much this morning."

Harry blinked, surprised by the sudden comment, "I wasn't really hungry," He shrugged, trying to dismiss his concern.

Remus raised his eyebrows, "You might not be hungry now, but if you keep skipping meals, you'll end up even thinner than you are right now. Come on, I'll show you something."

Before Harry could protest, Remus turned and started heading toward a door hidden behind one of the tapestries on the far wall of the common room. Harry hesitated for a moment but followed. They slipped through the hidden passage and descended a narrow, twisting staircase. The deeper they went, the warmer it became, and the sound of clattering pots and pans reached Harry's ears. Soon, they arrived at a broad stone corridor brightly lit with torches and decorated with cheerful paintings, mainly of food. Remus walked to one of the paintings, one that Harry perfectly well knew, and tickled a pear. It was somewhat hard for Harry to act all surprised and intrigued.

"Welcome to the Hogwarts kitchens," Remus said with a grin, pushing the door open.

Inside, the kitchen was bustling with activity. House-elves scurried back and forth, preparing meals for the day. Long tables were stacked with food—fresh fruit, bread, pastries, and steaming dishes. He even smelled a treacle tart somewhere.

One of the house-elves spotted them and hurried over, bowing low. "What can me bring you, sirs?"

Remus smiled down at the elf. "We just need a little something to eat before class. Maybe some-"

"Treacle tart," Harry blurted out.

The elf nodded eagerly and disappeared into the bustling kitchen.

Harry shifted awkwardly, feeling slightly out of place after his sudden blubber. Remus only smiled at him. Harry wasn't sure what to say. Fortunately, the house-elf returned with a tray of food—two steaming cups of tea, a plate of warm toast with butter and jam, a treacle tart, and a small bowl of fruit. They sat down at a small table near the corner of the kitchen, and Harry reluctantly picked up a piece of toast and took a bite.

Remus watched him for a moment before speaking again. "You know, you don't have to keep everything to yourself. I understand that everything can be overwhelming, so If something bothers you, I'm a good listener."

Harry's hand stilled, the piece of tart halfway to his mouth. He met Remus' gaze, and for a moment, he felt the urge to tell him everything. He wanted to explain who he was, why he was here, and how hard it was to be around people he loved but couldn't reveal the truth to.

But he couldn't.

"I'm fine," Harry said finally, forcing a small smile. "Really."

Remus studied him for a moment longer but didn't push. "Alright," he said, taking a sip of his tea. "But if you ever want to talk, I'm here. Don't feel pressured to anything."

Harry nodded, grateful for the offer even if he couldn't take it. They ate in comfortable silence after that, and the warmth of the kitchen and the quiet sounds of the house elves provided a brief respite from the chaos in Harry's mind.

As they finished, Remus stood up and stretched. "We should probably get going. Don't want to be late for Flitwick's class again."

"Flitwick's going to kill us," Remus muttered, running down the stairs with Harry in tow, but there was a grin on his face.

Harry, trying to keep his composure, gave a tense laugh. Sirius and his father – James – he reminded himself, were probably already inside.

'Just play it cool,' he told himself just before they burst through the door. Professor Flitwick, balancing on a stack of books, looked up, his expression shifting from annoyance to amusement.

"Mr. Lupin! Late again, I see, giving Mr. Shunpike a great example! " the tiny professor squeaked. "Take your seats quickly, now."

Harry quickly slid into an empty seat next to Remus, his eyes flicking toward the front of the class where his father sat, chuckling with Sirius. His mother was on the exact opposite side of the classroom. She was scribbling down notes, paying no attention to the boys before her.

The lesson started, but Harry found it hard to focus. He knew the charm they were learning—it was one he had mastered last year when Hermione forced him to prepare for the Tri-Wizard Tournament.

Even though he hadn't done the spell for almost a year, he could perform it on the first try. But wouldn't it be suspicious? Or could he pretend to care about the schoolwork for once?

Remus nudged him from beside him, breaking his trance. "Are you okay? You seem... distracted."

Harry quickly shook his head, trying to snap out of it. "Yeah, just... tired." He looked around the classroom; most of the students couldn't do the spell the few first times; only Lily, who did by the fourth, was now being congratulated by Flitwick.

What can go wrong? Harry thought. If Dumbledore had any concerns, he would surely tell me. Not to mention the now strangely attractive idea of showing off before his adolescent parents.

Ignoring Remus' concerned look, he flicked and switched his wand, the way Flitwick had probably shown the class when he was wandering in his thoughts, and said the incantation, 'fumos', slowly and steadily, not wanting to deconcentrate. A small, thick cloud of smoke appeared before him, much to Remus' astonishment and Lily's annoyance. The latter sent Harry a scathing glare.

He stared back at her, not in the wrathful manner she had. Instead, his look was competitive, an invitation to a rivalry. The girl rejected the offer by turning away from him to whisper something aggressively to her friend.

"Good job, Harry!" Remus whispered into his ear.

Turning back to him, Harry noticed his father staring at him deep in his thoughts.

Harry sighed. What a great time it will be…

After the last classes of the day, Harry found himself alone. The Marauders had vanished, likely up to some mischievous scheme. Harry didn't mind; spending time with his father, Sirius, and the rat was stressful enough. Wandering alone through the quiet corridors of the castle gave him strange solace and peace from racing thoughts about everything: his parents, the war, and his place in it all.

It wouldn't be his style if he had a quiet, peaceful year without any adventures. Voldemort and his Death Eaters after him, the Ministry and his latest unpredictable mood swings… at least there isn't any Umbridge in this time.

Once again, only harder, he felt his friends' absence. There was no one he could console, someone who would give him advice and help him understand things better.

The soft torchlight flickering illuminated the stone corridors as Harry wandered aimlessly, his feet taking him where his thoughts couldn't. But suddenly, a distant echo caught his attention—raised voices, one male and one female.

Harry quickened his steps, following the sound to its source. Rounding a corner, he slipped into a dark alcove near the noise's source, careful not to be seen.

"You've aligned yourself with them!" He heard a female voice tremble with anger, though he noticed a hidden tone of deep hurt beneath it. "How could you? After everything we've been through? After everything they stand for?"

He peeked around the corner, and his breath hitched.

There, in the corridor, stood Lily and…

Snape

It wasn't hard to tell that she was furious. Even from such a distance, her green eyes, now blazing, were easy to notice. Snape had his fists clenched at his sides, his face was pale in the dim light with his usual sneer, though under it was hidden frustration.

"It's not that simple, Lily! You don't understand—"

"I understand perfectly!" she snapped, cutting him off. "You've chosen your side. And it's not mine."

Harry's heart pounded as he watched them, his hands clenched into fists. It made his blood boil. How dare Snape speak to his mother like this? How dare he even look at her? He could feel the pain in his mother's voice, and a sudden overpowering urge came to him. In mere seconds, his wand found its way to his hand.

You know the words, a desperate, unwanted whisper echoed deep in the back of his mind, sending chills down his spine.

Snape stepped closer to Lily, his voice dropping to a desperate whisper. "I did it for…. You—you're the only reason I—"

Lily recoiled, her face twisted in disbelief. "Don't you dare put this on me, Severus. You chose them—the people who hate muggle-borns like me. You think I'll ever forget that?"

Harry's fingers tightened on his wand, barely resisting the urge to use it. Every fibre of his being screamed to defend his mother, to lash out at Snape for the years of cruelty and for causing her this pain. He started to shake with the effort to restrain himself.

You're not really here, Harry reminded himself, taking a steadying breath. This isn't happening now. It's the past... But it was difficult to remember that when everything felt so raw. Control yourself.

Snape's voice grew colder, though there was a tremor of something deeper beneath it. "I've never hated you, Lily. You were always different."

"Different?" Lily huffed, shaking her head. "No, Severus. I'm not different. I'm a Muggle-born, and that's all that matters to your... friends," she spat hatefully.

There was a heavy silence between them. Harry's heart raced as he held his breath, waiting for one of them to say something to break the tension.

But before anything else could happen, Lily turned on her heel, "Goodbye, Severus," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. And with that, she walked away, her footsteps echoing in the empty corridor, leaving Snape standing alone.

Still hidden in the shadows, Harry tried to steady his breathing, but his heart was hammering too loudly. He tried to silently back off, but he hooked his foot and tripped in the dark.

Snape's head snapped up.

"Who's there?" he barked.

Harry's stomach dropped. He shrank further into the shadows, cursing himself for not having his Invisibility Cloak. He tightened his grip on his wand, weighing his options.

Snape took a step closer. "Show yourself," he demanded, with a dangerous, warning voice.

Harry's mind raced. If he sees me... But he had no choice now. Slowly, he stepped out of the alcove, keeping his wand ready. He turned his head so that there was no way anyone would recognise him in such a light.

"Who are you?" Snape asked.

Harry kept silent, his knuckles white as he gripped his wand. He had no plan, only raw adrenaline as his ally, which wasn't anything new.

"You were listening," Snape continued, "Spying. On her." His voice cracked slightly, but he quickly masked it with fury. "How dare you?"

"Maybe if you didn't yell so loudly, you wouldn't have to worry about people overhearing," he remarked, his voice pitched lower to disguise it.

Snape's expression darkened. "I'll teach you to respect privacy," he hissed, raising his wand, "Lumo-"

"Expelliarmus," Harry murmured, reacting on instinct before Snape could finish. The boy's wand flew from his hand, clattering onto the stone floor. His eyes widened in shock before narrowing dangerously. Harry took a step forward, his wand still locked on the man who had tormented him for years in the future—or was it the past? His mind spun, but he didn't lower his guard.

Snape lunged for his wand, but Harry was quicker. "Petrificus Totalus!"

Snape froze mid-motion, his body snapping straight before he toppled forward on his face with a loud thud. Harry stared at him for a moment, breathing hard as the adrenaline rushed through him.

"That's for all the times you made my life miserable," Harry muttered under his breath, though a part of him knew this wasn't the same Snape. Not yet.

He crouched down and looked at the back of Snape's frozen head. "You should think twice about spying on people yourself. Or about how you treat them."

He was sure Snape's eyes burned with hatred, but he really didn't linger. With one last glance at the man on the floor, he turned and sprinted down the corridor. He didn't stop running until he was far from the scene. He leaned heavily on the wall when he slowed to a walk, hiding his head between his arms.

Had I gone too far? Maybe, but for the first time, he had bested Snape, and it felt... satisfying.

A/N: Thanks for reading! A short warning: This story won't be the most serious one out there. In fact, I think it may border on a semi-crack, but we'll see.

The reason why Dumbledore is ecstatic is he knows that it would be impossible for Lily to fall in love with James without help from outside, and Harry's presence proves that it happened somewhat. The present Dumbledore, of course, knows how it happened, and he knows that it was because of Harry, so he's also delighted. But his mysterious ways only infuriate Ginny and the rest endlessly.

The marauders can't see on their map that Harry is a Potter, as The Marauders Map is yet to be created.