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The rest of winter holidays came and went in a flash. Each day, the friends woke up, cooked breakfast together, and then would pick up where they had left off. James had been right about it literally taking months to go through the entire house; by the end of break, they had only just finished with the attic and had move on to one of the libraries. Harry had a feeling that everyone was working somewhat slowly on purpose: no one wanted to have to start going through a room that held more significance, like his grandparents bedroom or his grandfather's study.

Harry awoke one early Sunday morning to the sound of Remus coming down the stairs with his trunk. He was already fully dressed and ready to leave for Kings Cross Station. Harry sat up slowly, stretching.

"Oh, good, you're awake," Remus said, setting down his trunk. "You should get showered and dressed before the others get up, and then come help me with breakfast. You're already packed right?"

"Yeah, yeah," Harry mumbled sleepily. The living room had lost some of its warmth again since the Gryffindors had taken down the Christmas decorations. The paintings of James's family still remained above the fireplace, however, and it did help everyone feel a bit safer.

Harry ascended the wide main staircase and entered the guest room that he and Remus had been sharing. After a quick shower (Harry glanced in the mirror and grimaced at the sight of his pale blonde hair), he got dressed in muggle clothes and began tossing random things into his trunk again.

He paused at the sight of the corner of one of his "textbooks." He picked it up from underneath one of his shirts and flipped through it, glancing at the many lines and notes he had scribbled onto the pages. He had brought back all of his books on time travel in hopes of getting time to do research over break. With everything that had happened, however, he had spent all of his time with the others and had had no alone time to read.

He put the book back into his trunk and threw more clothes on top of it. After he had finished squashing as much as he possibly could into the box, he latched it closed and carried it down the stairs.

He found Remus still alone in the kitchen, working on breakfast. Harry joined him at the stove, bringing out a carton of eggs to scramble as Remus attempted to flip pancakes.

"Did you sleep well?" Remus asked as he tried to peel away the half burnt, half undercooked creation. "Damnnit, why is it so hard to make such a simple thing as a pancake?"

"I slept alright," Harry smiled, watching as Remus washed out the pan and tried again. "How are you feeling about going back to Hogwarts?"

"I think it's the best thing to do," Remus responded, his eyes fixed on his work as he poured more of the liquid mixture onto the pan. "I don't honestly think James is ready to completely clear out this house yet, and going somewhere structured, familiar, and safe, like Hogwarts, will be a great relief to him."

Harry nodded as he broke the eggs onto the frying pan.

"Have you thought more about how you're going to get back?" Remus asked, lowering his voice in case anyone came into the room.

"Not really, to be honest, I've been pretty distracted with everything else recently. But before we leave I need to ask James if I can take some floo powder back."

"Have you thought up an excuse for why you'd need it? James has been getting more and more protective of his parents things."

"No," Harry sighed as he poured a few drops of milk on the eggs before he began scrambling them.

"Well, you should think quickly. It might also be worth your while to check in Mr. Potter's study for any information on time traveling, but even more so books on potions. If you're seriously considering mixing the potion with floo powder you're going to need to do your research on ingredients and how they react."

"I should have gotten this done over break," Harry said with frustration. "There are ingredients I know I don't have back in school that I need for the potion, and I doubt I can easily get to Diagon Allley from Hogwarts once we're there."

"I can always ask my parents to go for you and mail them to us," Remus suggested. "As long as they aren't too expensive, I'm sure they'd be more than willing."

"Thanks Remus," Harry said with a smile. He finished the eggs, and set them on a large platter before breaking open another few eggs to make some more.

An unexpected chime sounded from somewhere in the home. Remus and Harry both looked at each other, suspicions high. Harry reached into his pocket and slowly drew his wand. Remus followed suit, and they slowly walked up the stairs and into the main entrance hall. As they approached the door, loud knocking could be heard from the other side. James, Sirius, and Lily were all standing at the top of their stairs, their wands also drawn.

Harry walked towards the door not making a sound. Remus stood on the other side of the door wand positioned to stupefy whoever was trying to get in. The door handle shook and more knocking echoed throughout the hall. Harry glanced at Remus once more, who nodded that he was ready.

"Alohomora!" Harry whispered. The front door sprang open; Harry raised his wand once more.

"STUPEF—" Harry and Remus cried together, but both stopped mid-spell. There on the door step crouched a terrified Peter Pettigrew. Remus frowned, lowering his wand, but Harry didn't move.

"What are you doing here," he growled.

"I-Is James here?" Peter stammered, trying to take a step into the home, but Harry continued to block the door.

"He's busy packing." Harry responded flatly.

"Can I come in for a bit?"

"No."

Remus gave Harry a look.

"C'mon Harry, it's just Peter."

"He's not welcome here," Harry said without taking his eyes off of the rat. "Beside, where has he been for the past three weeks?"

"Where have you been, Peter?" Remus asked. Peter looked at his feet which he shuffled nervously.

"I uhm my uhm my grandmother died the day after uhm James's parents were uhm…"

"Murdered." Harry muttered angrily, tightening his grip on his wand.

"Yes… I couldn't leave my mum. She was very u-upset." Peter looked up at Harry who continued to glare, causing him to squeak and shrink back again. "I really would have come earlier if I could have, James will understand, Remus understands - don't you Remus?"

"It's ok, Harry, let him in." James said as he walked down the stairs with Sirius and Lily. "Did you guys start breakfast?"

"Yes," Harry growled, turning his back on Peter and walking downstairs into the kitchen.

Eventually Remus joined him again, and together they finished cooking and brought the dishes upstairs to the dining room. Breakfast was quiet and awkward. Harry did not speak at all, and refused to look away from his plate.

"So, uhm, how are you doing Peter?" Lily asked awkwardly. "I'm sorry to hear about your grandmother…."

"I'm doing o-ok, thanks." Peter mumbled.

"Mmm…" Lily looked away, and took a sip of tea. Underneath the table she took James's hand in hers.

"I'm going to go finish cleaning the guest room," Harry said abruptly.

Upstairs, Harry stripped the sheets on the bed. He walked into the adjoining bathroom and found a laundry basket as well as clean sheets which he brought back into the bedroom. Furiously, Harry shoved the fitted sheets over each corner the mattress. Ripping the second sheet from the ground, he continued to haphazardly make the bed.

Rage coursed through his mind as he continued to clean the room. That filthy, horrible excuse for a human being was downstairs with his parents. They were talking with a murderer. Their murderer. And Harry was certain Peter was to blame for his grandparents murder as well. He couldn't believe that he was letting this happen, just letting these horrible events unfold.

"I can't do this much longer," Harry muttered, throwing the pillows back onto the bed angrily. He picked up one of the dirty sheets that had gotten tangled around the bedpost. "I can't stop myself from telling my parents what's going to happen, I can't let that horrible, disgusting, awful — UGH!"

Harry shouted with frustration as he threw the twisted blanket to the floor and fell to his knees. This was too much. Knowing what was going to happen in the near future was just as awful as not knowing what was happening in the distant future of his time. His friends could all be dead right now. Voldemort could have taken full power of the entire planet by this point.

"Fuck!" Harry yelled, picking up a time travel book that he had forgot to pack and throwing it across the room.

From downstairs, the other Gryffindors all looked at each other. They heard more incoherent shouting as well as other slams and bangs of unknown objects.

"Should we go talk to him?" Lily said nervously. Peter's eyes darted around the room anxiously.

"I'll go, if you guys want to head to the Leaky Cauldron, I can meet you there with Harry a little later and then we can all head to King's Cross." Remus stood and waved his wand, all the dishes piling together and zooming down to the kitchen. The rest nodded silently as Remus headed upstairs.

He hesitated in front of the white elegant door before knocking quietly. The angry muttering stopped bluntly and Harry cracked open the door to check who was there. After seeing Remus, Harry slowly opened the door wider and went back to cleaning, though he did so far more calmly than he had before.

"Why do you hate Peter so much?" Harry didn't look up from his cleaning.

"Harry?" Remus sighed as he was once again ignored. "Please talk, it's obviously something important."

"You don't understand, Remus. I'm not supposed to be here, everything I do and say could change anything and everything, and probably for the worse. But I can't even begin to imagine the effects my presence is having. You don't fucking understand." Harry groaned, throwing the used sheets into the basket.

"I know what's going to happen to you, to James, to Lily, to everyone. I know what's going to happen to the entire world. And at the same time, I have no idea what's happening back in my time. You don't understand how difficult this is for me. You don't understand at all."

"You're right, I don't understand, and I'm not going to pretend I do," Remus said, raising his palms to Harry as he approached him slowly. "I already said I will do everything to help you, and I also trust your judgement about what you should and shouldn't tell us."

Harry pulled away and sat down on the edge of the bed, putting his head in his hands.

"I hope I'm making the right decisions." Harry muttered not looking up.

"Whatever you decide, I know you thought about it to the best of your ability and didn't take it lightly." Remus said with a warm smile.

"I'm going to go back downstairs, give you a moment to calm down. Everyone else already left to go to the Leaky Cauldron, I'll wait for you downstairs and we can go together. Is there anything else you need right now?"

Harry shook his head, his eyes still on the floor. Remus walked over and picked up Harry's book and handed it to him before leaving the room. Harry remained sitting on his bed for some time, before eventually standing and smoothing out the bed sheets. He picked up the basket and brought it back to the bathroom for them to clean when they got back from school.

When Harry got downstairs, he found Remus and Peter downstairs. They both had their trunks at their feet and were sitting in the armchairs waiting.

"Ready to go?" Remus asked. Harry nodded. Remus picked up his trunk and dragged it to the fireplace. He took a handful of floo powder from a glass container on the mantle and then stepped onto the hearth.

"The Leaky Cauldron," Remus spoke clearly, throwing the green powder in. Harry went and grabbed his own trunk and came back into the living room to see Peter about to throw the powder into the fireplace.

"Oh, uhm, by the way, H-Harry," Petter mumbled nervously. Harry glared back at him. "R-Remus told me that he s-spoke to James, you can take the rest of the floo powder from the mantle. A-also, he took this book out of the library for you."

Peter pointed at a large tomb on the coffee table entitled 'Potions Theory'. Before Harry could say anything, Peter squeaked, "The Leaky Cauldron!" and disappeared. Harry picked up the book and threw it into his trunk and then picked up the glass jar from the mantle. It was quite ornate; each piece was a different colored glass. It was also almost entirely full of green glinting powder. Harry took a handful and of the floo powder out before latching the jar closed and also carefully placing it in his trunk, wrapping it in a shirt to protect it during his travels.

"The Leaky Cauldron," Harry said clearly, disappearing in a burst of emerald flames.

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