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Harry looked up as the fireplace roared to life with deep green flames. Sirius stumbled into the room, and looked around. His warming personality seemed entirely absent in the dim room; his shoulders drooped under an invisible weight and his dark eyes appeared empty. Remus shifted in the arm chair next to Harry, sitting his book down on the table in front of him.

"Sirius?" Remus said quietly. Sirius shook his head.

"There was nothing they could do for them."

With that, Sirius turned away and left the living room of the Potter's home and ascended the stairs to his own bedroom. Remus glanced over at Harry, who had his head in his hands.

"I'm sorry, Harry." Remus said, resting a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"I was so close." Harry whispered. Remus nodded understandingly.

"We should go to St. Mungo's and see James."

The two stood up and walked towards the fireplace, both clutching handfulls of floo powder before stepping onto the hearth. With a swirl of colors and wind, they travelled quickly to the hospital and walked out onto the first floor. Harry stared forward blankly, his heart and mind both filled with static. He couldn't believe it.

Less than twelve hours before, Harry had been at a celebration, he had been looking forward to getting not only to go home for the holidays, but going to his grandparents home and getting to spend Christmas with his real family. But then….

"I was just —" Harry said, racking his mind for anything to stop Remus from realizing the truth.

"No, Harry." Remus interrupted, looking him straight in the eyes. "I know."

There was a pause between them. The ball could be heard from across the hall. Charming holiday music played and laughter and conversation drifted idly through the frozen air. Harry looked away and then returned Remus stare.

"Not here." Harry muttered.

"Show me where you've been working." Remus responded. Harry hesitated.

"How much do you know?"

"You said you didn't want to talk here, so let's go to where you didn't want anyone to see what you were up to."

Somewhat reluctantly, Harry began to lead Remus to his secret room. The entire way to the seventh floor, Remus didn't say a thing. For this, Harry was grateful. His mind raced as they walked down the silent corridors save for their feet tapping on the old stone tiles. How much did he know? Which book had it been that Remus had found? Had he guessed everything? Had he told anyone? Would he think he was someone dangerous, a Death Eater maybe?

When they stopped in front of the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy, Remus looked over at Harry puzzled. Harry slowly began to pace from one end of the corridor to the other past the blank stone wall. Remus watched curiously as he went, though he still did not interrupt.

After his third time past, the wall began to clammer and fold in upon itself. Remus took several steps back, but Harry stood his ground as a wooden door began to grow from underneath the stone. With a shudder, the door halted in place, now standing grandly before them. Harry glanced over at Remus who stared back in amazement.

Harry turned and pushed open the heavy door. The familiar study stood before them, with it's many bookcases on time travel and maroon comfortable furniture.

"Where are we?" Remus asked.

"The Room of Requirement." Harry answered.

"Did you enchant this room?" Remus wandered farther into the room, awestruck. Harry shook his head as he followed, taking a seat in one of the armchairs. Remus began to approach one of the bookcases, but before he could get close enough to read any of the titles Harry called him over.

"How much do you know?" Harry said quietly as Remus sat on the couch across from him.

"I know you aren't from this time period." Remus leaned back slightly as he spoke.

"At first, all I knew was that you were interested in time travelling. I wasn't sure whether you were from our time period and wanted to go elsewhere or if you were trying to get back to where you came from. It was clear that you didn't belong here, though. I mean, you mysteriously landed on Hogwarts grounds with 'amnesia.'"

There was a pause in the conversation, as neither boy knew whether he should reveal anything more than had already been said.

"What's your real name?" Remus asked.

"My name is Harry." Harry answered honestly.

"Williams?" Remus raised an eyebrow. Harry shook his head.

"Potter." Remus said as Harry looked away. "I knew you two looked too similar not to be related, though I'm surprised that you are blonde."

Harry took out his wand from inside his robes and quickly waved it over his head, ending the charm that had hidden his raven black hair.

"Of course," Remus said, grinning a little. "And —"

"Please, Remus." Harry nervously hid his wand back in his pocket. "Don't ask me anymore questions about the future. I don't want to reveal anything more."

"Future, hm? I had a feeling you weren't from the past. Very well, then."

Harry could tell by the look on his face that Remus knew Harry was James's son, there wasn't much he could do to hide that fact now. He silently prayed that this wouldn't lead to any devastating effects on the future timeline.

Remus crossed his arms. "What can you tell me?"

"I can tell you that I desperately need to get back." Harry said shaking his head. "My coming here was not on purpose, or even by my own doing. I need to get back."

"Have you learned much? I'm assuming all the books in this room are on time travel so you should have figured out some way by now."

"No, I haven't." Harry looked down at his hands. "I've learned quite a bit about why no one experiments with time travel and the history of mishaps and mistakes that led to stricter laws, but apart from some clues here and there I really haven't gotten very far."

"Maybe I can help in some way." Remus offered.

"If I think of anything, I'll let you know. But I have a feeling that the less you know about this the better. I'm really nervous about changing the future in some way resulting in damage … or death."

Remus nodded.

"Have… you told anyone?" Harry said slowly.

"No, I didn't. I try to respectful of people's privacy and choice to reveal some things about themselves and not other things. I have my own secrets to hide." Remus gave Harry a rather pointed look.

"Harry, do you know me in the future?"

"I really don't want to talk about it," Harry said looking away. Remus was a smart person, and Harry knew that if he had figured out that his father was James, he was sure he had figured out that they knew each other in the future. After all, he was one of his father's closest friends.

"You, uh, you must be excited to go see James's parents then, yeah?"

"Of course," Harry smiled.

"We should probably get back," Remus said standing up and looking around the room some more. "This room is quite amazing though. I can only imagine how many people it has helped before you stumbled across it."

"It helped many more after," Harry said.

"And I'm here to help, as well. Anything you need, don't hesitate." Remus paused. "I have to ask you something, and I know you might choose not to answer but… Is there anything I should know, about the future? Anything I should do or choose to do that is an important decision I might not otherwise consider significant?"

'Peter. Peter. Peter.' Harry thought over and over again. 'Don't trust him. He's a Death Eater. Right now he is probably with Voldemort, doing horrible, awful things.'

"I can't." Harry said forcefully, turning away. "Just… Be careful."

Just be careful. His own advice. And yet, here they were, at St. Mungo's. Harry hadn't been careful, he hadn't done everything he could to get back to his own time, and yet he had been so distracted that he hadn't even been keeping up with the events of the time he was in. Voldemort had been growing stronger, and recruiting followers, this much he had known. But mysterious disappearances and murders had begun as well.

After leaving the Room of Requirement, Remus and Harry had run into Sirius who had gone looking for them almost half an hour ago.

"Are you feeling alright, Harry?" He had asked with concern.

"Yeah," Harry started, but Remus interrupted.

"He was feeling dizzy so we went to the infirmary."

Sirius didn't question their story, and instead began talking about what had happened thus far at the ball and how James was going to be showing Lily her gift soon.

"I helped him set it up, he had somehow gotten way more plants than I thought he was going to get, but it really did look great." Sirius said as they entered the Entrance Hall. A group of professors were standing by the doors to the Great Hall, all talking quickly in hushed tones, glancing around the Hall. Suddenly, they spotted the trio walking towards them and Professor McGonogall rushed up to Sirius.

"Have any of you seen Potter?" She clutched an envelope with shaky handwriting scrawled hastily across it.

"No, but I know where he probably is." Sirius answered.

"Here, please bring this to him, it was sent urgently from the Ministry. There's one for you as well."

"C'mon, Harry, they're on the fourth floor." Remus said, walking away from the front desk. Harry snapped out of his thoughts, and tried to follow Remus as quickly as possible to the stairs. The letter Sirius had received had only taken seconds for him to open and read. He had quickly shoved it into Harry's hands before taking off again up the main staircase, shouting to meet him back at their dormitory. Harry had unfolded it once more, and read just as quickly:

Dear Mr. Sirius Black,

It is with great regret that I must inform you that this evening at 8:32 PM, Mr. and Mrs. Charles Potter were attacked by unknown dark magic in their home. They have been swiftly transported to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. Within this envelope, you will find a broken quill that has been bewitched and will transport you on command, simply by stating "Take me." We hope to see you soon, please sign in with the Welcome Witch at the front desk upon arrival.

Signed,

Grubulus Marsh

Harry could still feel the thick parchment in his pocket as he and Remus climbed the steps to the fourth floor. A sign with with a large curling four had been placed beside a metal door that read in script: Fourth Floor: Spell Damage.

"They're in room 413." Remus pushed open the door and the pair walked down the hall. They passed many heavy doors and busy healers as they searched for the Potter's room. Eventually, they found the door with "413" in brass characters across the front. The curtains of the small window in the door were closed.

Remus took a deep breath and then knocked lightly. When no one answered, Remus turned the knob himself and slowly cracked open the door. The room was a stark white, from floor to ceiling. Curtains had been conjured in the center of the room, blocking the expected beds from view. A wooden chair had been placed at the edge of the curtains and the foot of the beds, where James sat. He did not move as the door creaked open, nor do he look back as they closed the door and approached him.

"James…" Remus said, placing a hand on his shoulder. James flinched away, not taking his eyes off the beds.

Harry quietly shuffled past James and around the curtain to see his grandparents. Two hospital beds had been pushed together, and two figures had been tucked under the sheets. A female with long brown hair that appeared singed lay on the left, and to her right lay a man with messy raven hair matted with dried blood. Both of their faces were covered in dirt, burns, and bruises. The woman had thick bandages wrapped around her head, though dark blood stains had spotted through. After a few seconds, Harry felt nauseous upon realizing that the ridges under the thin sheets did not look correct because they were missing limbs.

"Whoever did this to them, I'm going to kill them." James said in a low voice. Harry's eyes darted to his father, who still had not broken his gaze.

Harry felt himself become dizzy, and leaned back against the wall for support. Realizing this, Remus summoned a chair from the other side of the room and placed it next to James and helped Harry to sit down before summoning his own.

The three sat in silence for the longest time, no one daring to break it. Unlike James, Harry couldn't bear to look at his deceased grandparents. What horrible things were happening to his friends as he sat in this hospital room with people who were both strangers and family? The shock of seeing them in such horrible conditions made him feel sick, and he eventually stood up suddenly and ran to the attached bathroom to be sick. James didn't move, but Remus walked into the hallway and called a mediwitch, asking for a glass of water for Harry. Shaking, Harry remained in the small bathroom for some time, not wanting to return to his seat next to his father.

"Here," Remus said, handing him the water the witch had brought.

"Do you need anything else, dear?" the witch asked with a sad smile. "I know, it's an awful thing that has happened."

"I don't want to be in the room anymore." Harry choked out. The witch helped Harry up and brought him out into the hallway as Remus explained to James where he was going.

"Perhaps you should visit the tea room upstairs, it might help you to get over the shock," the witch suggested.

Remus glanced over at Harry who slowly shook his head and slid down into another chair just outside the door.

"Let me know if you need anything," the witch said before bustling away.

"I don't want to go far," Harry said eventually, clutching the now empty glass tightly. "I don't want to be far away if he comes out looking for us or needs us."

Remus nodded before sighing and rubbing his temples.

"This changes so much." Harry muttered.

"I need to get back. I could have caused this, just by being here."

"No, Harry. Don't blame yourself for this. There was no way you were involved in this." Remus said frowning.

"My presence causes so many more risks than necessary. I shouldn't even be here at all. I need to get back. Who knows what's going on… My friends…." Harry looked up at Remus. "Are you still willing to help me?"

"Did you think of something I could do?" Remus asked curiously.

"I think so… I need some files from here. On one of the patients."

"I don't think that's something I can legally obtain." Remus said raising an eyebrow.

"I don't know if they'll even be useful, but maybe if I can even… talk to Eloise's healer…"

"Who's Eloise?"

"Eloise Mintumble. She died some years ago from injuries sustained from time travel. The book I read implied it was just because she had aged so significantly, but I want to see if there were any other side effects that I could possibly account for. I don't know." Harry said shaking his head.

"I feel like it wouldn't even be all that useful to do more research on her, but I just don't know where else to look."

Remus furrowed his eyebrows as he thought.

"Can you tell me what else you have learned?"

"I found a potion to speed up boring activities by making time go by faster. But I can't use it on its own to travel so far into the future. It would be physically impossible to drink enough of the potion, and it wouldn't speed up time enough."

"Have you considered combining it with something used for travel?" Remus suggested. "I haven't looked at the potion you're talking about before, but perhaps if you could somehow adjust it to be used with floo powder, you could jump quickly to another fire place in the future. Of course, you'd have to be sure the fireplace still existed or else things could go seriously wrong — "

"Remus, that's brilliant." Harry whispered. How could he not have thought of that himself. "But I haven't gotten any floo powder."

"Well, uhm… The Potter's have plenty." Remus said, growing quiet. They both stared down at the floor, and the images of James's parents came flashing back in their heads.

Suddenly, the door opened, and James appeared in front of them. He had a haunted expression across his face, and as he spoke, his voice dragged as if he had no energy left in him at all.

"They're moving their bodies. I'm supposed to plan a funeral and notify the rest of my family."

"We're here for you, Prongs." Remus said standing and drawing his friend into a hug. James's body shook with emotion though he did not let himself cry. He slowly pulled away from Remus and straightened his back.

"C'mon. Let's go."

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