o0o0o0o0o

"You asked for me, my Lord?"

Voldemort turned his head sharply as Snape kneeled down before him. Voldemort slowly stepped past him and up the steps to his dark metal throne. There was silence in the room as Voldemort slowly leaned to his right and rested his chin on his hand. Snape did not move from his crouched position. He felt a bead of sweat drip down the back of his neck.

"Do you remember a boy named Harry Williams?"

Snapes eyes narrowed.

"No," Snape muttered, keeping his eyes on the floor.

"Look at me, Severus," Voldemort hissed. "Rise."

Snape slowly stood up and met Voldemort's dark red eyes.

"I do not know of a Harry Williams," Snape repeated.

Voldemort leaned back into his seat again, staring into Snape's soul.

"I was in a meeting today, Lucius was presenting information on possible Ministry infiltration strategies, when something very odd struck me." Voldemort stood up again and slowly descended the steps.

"I suddenly recalled a conversation with Peter Pettigrew, many years ago. He spoke to me about a Harry Williams who had mysteriously appeared on Hogwarts grounds and enrolled in the school. He was sorted into Gryffindor and was very close with James Potter, Sirius Black, and Remus Lupin. He seemed to know that Wormtail was working for me."

Voldemort stopped only a few inches from Snape's face, peering at him through slit eyes.

"Why is it that I would suddenly remember this boy, someone you went to school with, and you would have no memory of him at all? And possibly, even more importantly, why did I only just minutes ago recall it?"

"Perhaps something jogged your memory, sir?" Snape suggested, staring straight in front of him, past Voldemort.

"Perhaps," Voldemort said smoothly, circling Snape slowly. "But what an unusual coincidence that I would suddenly remember a Harry Williams from many years ago when a Harry Potter has gone missing somewhere in time."

"You believe them to be the same?" Snape asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Perhaps," Voldemort shrugged slightly as he crept across the room.

"Why remember just now than, my Lord? Why not remember all along if it was something of the past?"

"Because it didn't happen in the past until Harry Potter was sent back in time. He is disturbing the past. I am remembering things that had not happened before," Voldemort closed his eyes.

"As time goes by, Potter continues to alter past events. My conversation with Wormtail occurred a few months after the deaths of Charles and Mary Potter. He had told me Williams had started school towards the beginning of the year, so Potter has likely been there for several months now.

"How peculiar how time travel works, he has barely been missing a month here."

Snape nodded slightly.

"Do you remember anything else, sir?"

"I remember Wormtail had mentioned him before, but I had taken no notice. I would have had no idea that this Harry Williams was so important," Voldemort returned to his seat on his throne. Metal snakes curled intricately up his back and formed a royal pattern of ruby slit eyes that bordered the head of the chair.

"As time goes by, I will likely recall more and more as time goes by…"

"If this boy was at Hogwarts when I was there, then why do I have no memory of him?" Snape asked. "I'm sure I would have heard something about a mysterious boy joining the school. And I certainly had classes with the Gryffindors, if this is true shouldn't I know about him?"

"Yes… That is rather odd that you don't…" Voldemort pondered.

"What if this memory isn't real, what if the Order has place a false memory in your mind to lead you off course?"

"Did you hear of such plans from Dumbledore?"

"No, my Lord."

"Then I have no reason to think so. However, it is a good idea to speak with Dumbledore and see if that is something he did. Go, see if the Order did plant this memory. Interview Black and Lupin as well, see if they remember this Harry Williams."

Snape bowed, and exited the dungeon.

o0o0o0o0o0o

"Dad!" Ron shouted, barreling down the corridor of Hogwarts. His arms were filled with burnt slips of parchment, some of which were fluttering from his grasp as he ran. Ginny, Fred, and George were following close behind, hands also clasped with parchment; Hermione followed up the rear, sighing as she levitated the remainder of the parchment and picked up the pieces the other four dropped in their haste.

They rounded a corner, and found themselves in front of Dumbledore's office.

"What's the password?" Ginny asked.

"Lemon drops! Fizzing Whizzbees!" Ron shouted quickly. "Uh, chocolate frogs!"

The five watched as the statue did not budge.

"Are you kidding, everyone needs to see this right now," Ron said with frustration.

"Dad!" Ron called as loudly as he could.

"Oh my goodness, Ronald, can you stop shouting?" Hermione cried, covering her ears. Suddenly, the statue shuddered, revealing the white marble steps up to the Headmaster's office. The Gryffindors sprinted up as fast as they could, reaching the office in door in no time. Ron was about to knock when Mr. Weasley opened it.

"This really isn't a good time kids — " He began but stopped, noticing the parchment they all held. "Where did you get that?"

"Are you serious, more?" Mrs. Weasley cried. Mr. Weasley opened the door wider, and the Gryffindors stared into the office with astonishment — pile after pile of parchment covered the office. Mrs. Weasley's face was red and was busy enchanting brooms to sweep up all the scraps of paper.

"Where did those come from?" Remus asked, gesturing to their pieces.

"They came out of the fireplace in the Gryffindor common room," Ron said. "They're all the same."

"So are these," Sirius said, picking up yet another piece. "They all say 'HELLO?'."

"These too," Hermione said, holding up a few.

"We think Harry wants us to respond," Ginny said, stepping forward. "We think he's sending so many to get our attention."

"Well yes, clearly he's trying to get someone's attention."

Everyone turned and watched as Snape stepped all the way through the green flames and brushed off his robes.

"Unfortunately, it looks as if he's gotten someone else's attention."

Dumbledore peered down his half-moon spectacles.

"And what do you mean by that, Severus."

"Do either of you remember a Harry Williams?" Snape asked, turning to Remus and Sirius.

"No," Sirius said curtly. "What does that have to do with anything?"

"He-who-must-not-be-named just asked me about him. He says he was a boy who, many years ago, appeared at Hogwarts and was good friends with both of you in Gryffindor."

"What are you talking about? I think I would remember if I was good friends with someone," Sirius said annoyedly.

"I don't remember him either," Remus said.

"Nor do I," Snape said. "But he is convinced that Harry Williams is actually Harry Potter."

"Wait, what?" Ron said, his eyes growing wide. "How can Harry have been at Hogwarts with Remus and Sirius?"

"We think Harry got sent back in time," Dumbledore said quietly.

"What? How… How is that possible?"

"Voldemort was developing a potion to steal Harry's life for his own. Harry was to drink one potion, which would give his life energy to Voldemort, and Voldemort was to drink another, which would take it. Voldemort drank only his potion, which was not complete, and Harry disappeared," Dumbledore explained. "Voldemort has been doing research and believes he pulled Harry through time by mistake."

"So these pieces of parchment, they're coming from the past?" Hermione asked.

"We have no way of knowing," Dumbledore said.

"They're Harry's writing, they must be," Ron said excitedly. "And You-Know-Who said Harry was at Hogwarts with Remus and Sirius, so we know when and where he is! We know where he is!"

Relief washed over him as he dropped the pieces of parchment and reached into his pocket for his wand.

"Let's go, let's go get him!"

"And how, Mr. Weasley, to you intend to go get him?" Snape said, raising an eyebrow.

Ron's excitement halted in his chest. He slowly lowered his wand.

"Do we not have any way to get him?"

"We've only just determined he's in the past," Dumbledore explained. "We haven't begun thinking about how to retrieve him."

"But Harry's already figured it out, he's been sending us the messages!" Ginny said, feeling tears in her eyes.

"If he had figured it out, he would have stepped through the flames himself," Snape said coldly. "There's a reason he hasn't. It must not work."

"And also, the skeleton hand," Hermione reminded her. "We don't know who that was… He might still be in danger."

"We needed to figure this out," Ron said impatiently.

"Yes, obviously, Mr. Weasley," Snape rolled his eyes. Ron sneered back.

"Ron, do not be so disrespectful," Mrs. Weasley scolded. "All of you, back downstairs. You're distracting Professor Dumbledore and Professor Snape."

"No, mum, we want to help," Ginny said.

"Unless any of you know how to time travel, there's nothing you can do right now," Mrs. Weasley said, putting her hands on her hips. "Go on, go back down." No one moved.

"Now!" Mrs. Weasley whipped out her wand and sent a gust of wind in their direction

"Jesus, Mum, we're going," Fred and George said together as everyone was pushed back out the door, which slammed behind them.

"C'mon, let's go to the library," Ron muttered, quickly walking back down the spiral steps.

o0o0o0o0o0o

Lily closed the door as quietly as she could behind her before approaching Harry, a small aluminum tin in her hand.

"How has he been doing?" She whispered, unscrewing the lid.

"He's been fine, he's been asleep since you left," Remus responded nervously. "He doesn't seem to be in pain."

Slowly, Lily removed the pillowcase which was now also stained with red. The burn looked terrible, there was no way around admitting that. It looked as if a piece of his arm had been sliced off.

"You don't think the burn is eating through his arm do you?" Remus felt dizzy as he looked.

"No," Lily said trying to keep her voice level. "It'll be fine, it just looks bad right now because it's still an open wound, once it starts healing it'll look like nothing ever happened."

She dipped a cloth into the salve and slowly dabbed it on the burn. Harry's eyes sprung open as he gasped in pain.

"Sorry, sorry," Lily muttered as she continued to dab the burn. Harry breathed deeply in and out, black spots popping in front of his eyes.

"How does it feel?" Remus asked.

"Like sandpaper," Harry breathed. "How does it look?"

"You… You don't want to know, mate," Remus said awkwardly. Harry sighed, but didn't turn his head to look.

Lily carefully screwed the lid back on the tin and waved her wand over the pillowcase, wiping it clean. She tapped it again, cooling it, and then wrapped it around tightly.

"Here, Harry, it's about time you drank a vial of this," Lily said, unstopping one from the nightstand and pouring it into his mouth. "Have you eaten today?"

"No," Harry said after he gulped the cool potion down.

"Ok, I'll go get you something, it's lunch time right now, there should still be food out. Anything you want in particular?"

"Bread," Harry croaked. "I don't think I can handle eating much else right now."

"Would you like anything Remus?"

"Whatever's easiest to carry, thank you, Lily."

She nodded, and the walked out of the boys' dormitory.

"James was asking again," Remus said quietly. Harry didn't respond.

"I think you need to tell him," Remus began.

"You know I can't. You know it's not so simple."

"But I think it's making things worse by not telling him," Remus sighed. "After what he saw this morning, there's no way you can just refuse to say nothing at all. You have to tell him something."

"Why must this be so complicated," Harry groaned. "Why can't I just get home?"

"Harry…"

"Remus, I appreciate your advice, but I really can't think about this anymore. I can barely keep my thoughts straight," Harry said, closing his eyes. Remus nodded, and leaned back in his seat, returning to the book he had been reading before Lily arrived.