Fleamont Potter sat in his study, nursing a glass of fire whiskey. His black hair was messier than usual and he was shaking his head in disbelief.

Fleamont had felt an uneasy feeling all day that he couldn't shake. Something really strange was happening, that he was certain of. It wasn't until he walked by his family's tapestry in the Potter manor that he saw his fears confirmed.

Another name had appeared on the tapestry, magically burned in. Directly under his son's name, James Potter. Harry James Potter appeared burned into the fabric. Harry's name was branched off of Fleamont and Euphemia Potter's name, exactly where a grandchild would appear. And under his son's name? A child. Jame's child. Fleamont would've thought it was a prank, James did always love to cause chaos with his friends, Sirius in particular. But nothing could enchant the family tapestry. Only blood relatives could appear. And another Potter? Harry Potter? Sharing the same as his own deceased father.

The Potter family was small. Fleamont, James and his wife were the last of them. Until now. James must've gotten someone pregnant. But for Harry's name to appear that means she already birthed the child.

Oh Merlin what were they going to do? Sixteen is far too young to be with a child. How could this have happened? The shame James brought into the family. He never would've expected this from his pure blood heir. He should've been married first! And he didn't even tell his father that he was having a child! How could he have kept this secret from him? Fleamont was going to have a very serious and stern talk with the boy.

Fleamont was enraged, shaking his head and pinching the bridge of his nose. A small feeling of excitement burned in his gut. Another Potter.. he was a grandfather! But no, no, he couldn't be excited, not when his son made such a disasters mistake. How would he finish his education while caring for a child? Who was the mother? Oh Merlin this was too much. Fleamont wished he never woke up this morning. He knew what he had to do though. He had to talk to James before his wife found out and all hell broke loose.

He shuddered at the thought, he really didn't want to be in the same room as his wife's wrath.

"Poopy!" Fleamont called as a house elf appeared with a pop.

"Master called Poppy, sir? Is Master hungry?" Poppy asked, her long ears flapping around.

"No Poppy I'm not calling for food. I need you to go to Dumbledore. Tell him I'm flooing to his office in 10 minutes." Fleamont ordered.

"Yes Master! Poppy will go to Dumbledore!"

With a pop the house elf was gone.

"Merlin this is too much…" Fleamont trailed off, swallowing the last of his fire whiskey and standing up. Fleamont trailed out of his office, preparing for his arrival at the Hogwarts castle.

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Dumbledore sat in his office, Fawks was acting strange today. The phoenix was singing all morning in excitement, leaving an uneasy feeling in Dumbedore's throat. He felt strong and powerful magic appear suddenly in the castle. Who did it belong to? It wasn't anything familiar. Two sources? Two people? That's not possible. Nobody can Apparate in or out of the castle.

Dumbledore sighed, he needed to be focused on Tom. He couldn't be distracted by whatever weirdness was happening in the castle right now. Tom had yet to make his next move and the momentary lapse of peace, he knew, would soon end. A feeling of dread washing over the headmaster as a loud pop entered the office.

Dumbledore's twinkling, bespectacled eyes landed on the familiar house elf. What was the Potter house elf doing here?

"Master called Poppy, sir! Master said he is flooing to your office in 10 minutes, sir! Master will be arriving soon."

Fleamont? What would Fleamont be arriving here for? Did something happen? It was rare to hear from Lord Potter. He rarely involved himself in anything political. Could it be about Tom? No.. the Potter's wouldn't know anything he didn't.

"Very well Poppy, tell Lord Potter that I await his arrival." Dumbledore said, as the elf nodded her head and left with another pop.

Dumbledore sighed deeply, he was sure this wasn't going to be anything good.

Dumbledore heard voices outside of the gargoyle.

"Lemon drop!"

"Lemon pie!"

"Lemon cake!"

"Damn what is the stupid password? If it's not lemon drop I don't know what it is.."

"Headmaster! Please let us in!" Another voice yelled out. Three familiar voices. Dumbledore wondered what the trouble makers wanted now.

Dumbledore nodded at the gargoyle causing it to jump to the side and the three boys trailed in.

"Headmaster!" James exclaimed, his usual tan complexion now very pale and breathing heavily.

"Quick! Hospital wing! You need to come!" The perfect exclaimed, he too was gasping for breath.

"I don't know what kind of trouble you three have caused, but I am expecting a visitor any moment." Dumbledor said sternly, glancing at the three students.

"No trouble this time, although.. we do have an exciting turn of events.." Sirius trailed off, oblivious to the glares his two companions were shooting him.

"Padfoot be quiet! There is nothing exciting about this!" James snapped.

"Oh come on Prongs! It's not every day someone meets their son-"

"Son?!" Dumbledore snapped, his twinkling eyes closed and then opened slowly. "Ahhh that would make more sense. No wonder Lord Potter is arriving."

"Father? He's coming here? Oh Merlin.." James trailed off, unable to hide his panic.

Sirius was snickering and Remus was gulping slowly, his perfect badge clinging to his robes.

"Sir, something really weird has happened. These two boys appeared in the hallway and-"

The fireplace roared as Fleamont stepped out, dusting the debris off of his robe.

"Albus, we need to talk." Fleamont began, not noticing the three shaking teens at the front of the office.

"It appears we do, Fleamont. I was just talking to James and-"

"James?!" Fleamont snapped, his eyes roaming over his son and his friends. Fleamont advanced on the boys and gripped James robe's shaking him back and forth.

"What have you done? How could you have a son! And you didn't tell us? Your mother is going to be livid!" Fleamont spat, his magic pouring off of his body in anger.

James gulped, unable to form words. He'd rarely seen his usually calm and collected father so angry. And he said he had a son? It must've shown on the tapestry. That kid really was related to him. But how? How was that possible? That kid looked to be the same age as him! How could he have had a sixteen year old son?! It wasn't possible.. there is no way..

"Sir, I think you two should come to the hospital wing." Remus said, knowing both James and Sirius wouldn't be able to speak. Even Sirius was frozen in place. All amusement was drained from his face, he had never seen Lord Potter so angry. Everyone knew that the Potter's had terrible tempers and dangerous levels of magic but Fleamont was always so calm and collected.

Fleamont sent a harsh glare to his son and his friends, before dropping his grip from Jame's robe and turning towards the headmaster.

"Yes, it does appear that something peculiar is going on." Albus said, his eyes twinkling in amusement. "Let us go and meet the child." Albus said as he rose from his desk and ushered the four people out of his office.

James gulped, shooting a nervous glance at his friends before hurrying off to the hospital wing.

The crowd walked in silence. Fleamont was radiating anger and seething. Albus had a small smile on his lips and his eyes were twinkling brightly.

A son, how joyful. This was truly an entertaining day to be headmaster.

Remus walked with his head held high next to Sirius who was still shaking slightly.

The group entered the familiar white hospital wing, pushing past the crowd of students.

"Go!" Fleamont roared, as the kids jumped in fear and ran away from the hospital wing in fear. Nobody dared to mess with an angry Potter.

James gulped again, unable to find the words. This was so unfair. He didn't even know he had a son!

Sirius was too quiet, lost in his thoughts.

"What is the meaning of this, headmaster? My patients need quiet so they can heal! Broken ribs, bloody noses, both passed out from magical exhaustion. Honestly it is ridiculous! Fighting in the hallway."

Fleamont raised an eyebrow, his rage and anger disappearing. Fighting? In the hallway? Broken ribs? How was a baby fighting in the hallway? And she said there were two boys? How was this possible?

"I'm fine, I don't need any potions. I can't be in this white prison." A voice grumbled out.

"Shut up, Potter! Just drink the damn potion so we can get out of here."

"I'm not drinking anything! I don't need treatment. Some of us don't need to be cradled after getting a scratch from a hippogriff."

"I almost lost my arm! Thanks to that stupid oaf Hagrid." Draco spat.

"Oh don't be so dramatic, Malfoy! It was your own fault!" Harry spat, glaring daggers at his rival.

"Oh honestly, you two need to be quiet! Arguing the minute you woke up! Ridiculous!" Pompey yelled, forcing the green potion down the messy haired teen's throat.

Harry gagged and coughed, glaring daggers at the nurse for forcing down the potion.

Fleamont was in shock. How could a baby talk? What in Merlin was going on!

Albus and Fleamont approached the closed curtains before tearing them open. Fleamont's mouth dropped in shock, Albus stood with his eyes twinkling even more.

Fleamont opened and closed his mouth, unable to comprehend the scene before him.

In one bed, lay a pale boy with blonde hair and grey eyes. He was no doubt a Malfoy. But Fleamont had never seen him before. His body was covered in bandages with bruises littered across his face, fading into yellow with the help of a healing potion.

The boy beside him was James twin! He had messy black hair, slightly tanned skin but brilliant green eyes. He too was covered in bandages and fading bruises.

But this.. this wasn't a baby! This was a teen the same age as James! How could that be possible? There was no doubt that he was a Potter.

"What is going on here?" Fleamont asked, his voice coming out hoarse and weak, he could barely speak or comprehend what was happening.

Draco and Harry stopped their arguing, just now acknowledging the other people present in the room. Harry's eyes snapped towards Fleamont who had messy black hair and chocolate brown eyes. His tan skin was wrinkled slightly, he was obviously old but not as old as Albus. He had a stern look on his face but radiated warmth and compassion.

Albus stood still, his eyes never loosing their twinkle and he gazed at the boys.

"You must be a Malfoy? And a Potter I presume?" Albus asked.

The two boys exchanged glances before nodding their heads.

"You think we are dead still?…" Harry asked his blonde companion.

"No way.. we woke up didn't we?" Draco asked, unable to look away from the man he had been tasked to murder.

"I think some explanations are in order." Albus interrupted firmly.

"W-we um.. well.. we.. vanishing cabinet and an explosion and then we were here.." Harry whispered, his eyes darting back and forth between his father and who he knew was his grandfather.

Albus raised an eyebrow, "Cabinet? What are you talking about?"

Draco cleared his throat, "We were patching up a vanishing cabinet for a.. school project sir. And then Potter and I got sucked into it and appeared well.. here." Draco said.

Harry coughed, chocking slightly as he removed his eyes from his family and looked back at his rival.

"Right…" Harry drawled, "School project.." Harry muttered, causing Draco to glare at him in warning. There was no way Draco was going to admit to his mission now. They must have traveled in time.

"I think we time traveled." Draco offered causally.

James, Remus, Sirius and Fleamont's eyebrows rose past their forehead.

"Time travel? That's not possible!" Fleamont exclaimed.

"Fleamont, I believe that is exactly what happened here. Tell me my boy, what year have you come from?" Albus asked casually.

Draco swallowed, "1996 sir."

"Ah, it is 1976." Albus said happily.

James ran forward, "You really time traveled? You're really my.. my son?" James asked, glancing at the boy laying in the bed.

Harry could only nod.

"Merlin…" James muttered, collapsing into a chair that the headmaster had transfigured.

"How did you know James had a son?" Albus asked Fleamont.

Fleamont shook off his surprise, before tearing his eyes away from James's twin. No doubt this boy was his grandchild. But time travel?

"His name appeared on the family tapestry." Fleamont said.

Albus blinked in shock, the twinkling left his eyes.

"Ah, that is a problem indeed. If his name appeared that means they didn't just time travel. Their time is no more. There is no way to send them back." Albus said gravely.

Harry and Draco stared at the headmaster before turning back towards each other.

"You mean.. you're saying.. we are stuck here now?" Harry asked, finally finding his voice again.

"Yes my dear boy, it does appear that is the case." Albus explained.

Draco glared at Harry, "This is your fault!" He spat.

Harry turned back towards his rival, "MY fault?!! No this is your fault!" He spat. The two began trying to move their bodies, ready to land another blow on each other.

"You two be quiet!" Pompey yelled, "I will not have my patients fighting again! You nearly beat each other to death! Now shut up and be quiet!" She snapped sternly.

Both boys began muttered insults and glaring at each other. Fleamont burst into laughter, "Ah well, he definitely is James's son. Has the same temper too."

James glared at his father.

"Say, pronglest, who's your mother?" Sirius asked, amusement returning to his face.

Harry looked at his godfather before a smile broke out onto his face. "Lily Evans" he said, causing the three boys to gasp in shock.

"L-Lily?! Are you sure?" Remus asked.

"He must be! Look at his eyes!" Sirius barked in laughter.

"Lily.. I GOT LILY! I KNEW IT WOULD HAPPEN! HOW DID WE GET TOGETHER? ARE WE MARRIED? TELL ME EVERYTHING!"

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"What do you mean we can't return to our time? How is that possible? Surely a great wizard like yourself is capable?" Draco sneered, interrupting James questionin before Harry could answer.

James scowled at the boy, not appreciating the rather rude questions. He was too focused on how he had managed to get Lily to love him! Oh… and the whole having a time traveling son thing.

Dumbledore met Draco's gaze with his eyes loosing their sparkle. "It is as I say."

Draco glared, he swore the batty old man remained as vague as possible to intentionally never answer any questions.

Harry's eyes turned to Dumbeldore. The reality of his words started to hit him like a bludger. No going back. Hermonie, Ron, Mrs Wesley, the twins, Neville.. so many people who he would never see again because they didn't exist. All because of that bloody cabinet! Oh how he wished for so long living in the tiny cubbard under the stairs that one day his parents would show up and rescue him, he soon gave up that dream as the years passed and the abuse got more serious. Of course fate was laughing at him, mocking him, of course it was a bloody cabinet that would time travel him to his teenage parents long after he had given up the hope.

"Professor Dumbledore, how can you be sure? I mean can't we just use a time turner? I've used one before and-"

"Potter! You've time traveled before?" Draco yelled, glaring at the green eyed boy.

Potter's lips curled upwards in a smirk, "Well of course.. how else would Buckbeat get away?"

"That was you! You saved that evil pigeon?!"

Harry rolled his eyes, his attention now fully focused on the blonde, "It is a hippogriff you bloody git!"

Dumbledore caught both boys attention by raising his hand and sending a stern glare, silencing them both. Sirius was hiding behind Remus to avoid anyone seeing his laughter. He knew the headmaster was unamused but it was too funny. Only Prong's son would time travel… twice. He was giving the Mauraders a run for their money.

"Time turners have only been recently been invented here but regardless, they are made to travel only a few hours, not decades. Time travel to the extent you two have managed is certainly fascinating and unheard of. In addition to that, you mentioned a cabinet? I assume you are speaking of the vanishing cabinet?"

Draco rolled his eyes, "Obviously." He bit out, really wishing the bastard would get to his bloody point already.

"When one goes through the vanishing cabinet, it doesn't just travel you in time, it vanishes you from the previous time. I only had suspicions that this was true which is why I had hidden the device where no one could find it. A remarkable feat you two boys had discovered it and used it successfully however it is certainly unfortunate since you now cannot return. The cabinet only reverses time, it cannot forward it. I'm guessing your blood must have taken you both to a time where you had other blood?"

Harry remembered how both Draco and himself had punched each other and had blood dripping on them before the Cabinet threw them back in time and exploded. He hesitantly replied, "Yes sir, we got into a bit of an.. altercation and might've had some blood on us before entering the cabinet."

Dumbledore's eyes began sparkling again, nodding his head as his suspicions were confirmed. "Well now that is sorted. You two will enroll at Hogwarts. Are you both sixth years?"

The two boys numbly nodded their heads.

"Well we will leave you two to rest and heal up and then you can join your houses after you're sorted,"

"Sorted? But sir? We've already been sorted." Harry said, even he was beginning to feel irritated with the man. What if the hat tried to put him in Slytherin again?

"Ah, but as we have already discussed, your time is no more therefore you have not been sorted yet." With a snap of his fingers, an old and musty hat appeared in Dumbledore's hand.

You can go first my dear boy." Dumbledore said as he passed the hat over to the reluctant Harry.

Harry slipped the old battered hat onto his head, wondering when the last time it had been cleaned. 'Was it possible to get lice from this?'

'No you foolish boy. I cannot give you that filthy muggle disease.'

'Ah nice to hear you too hat.'

'Harry Potter, always so irritating aren't you? My future self seems to have sorted you before although I can't remember the details too much but I do remember you being an especially difficult case. Hmmm.. you have lots of courage yes. Not much cunning I see.'

'Hey! I take that as a personal offense, I can be cunning!'

The hat chuckled. 'Hmmm yes yes, I'm sure. Accidental time table is something only a true cunning mind can do. No you definitely belong in.. GRYFFINDOR!'

Harry sighed in relief, ripping the hat off his head and throwing it to the blonde.

"That's my boy!" James exclaimed, whipping nonexistent tears from his face.

"No other house would be suited for the Potters," Fealmont announced, nodding his head with a prideful beaming smile face.

"Pronglset! Now we can come up with so many pranks!" Sirius barked happily.

Remus rubbed his temples, feeling a headache coming on. Somehow he felt like he was going to be having a lot more headaches with baby Potter in his house.

Draco placed the hat on his head, Harry had expected it to immediately shout Slytherin like last time but instead it seemed to be taking its time.

'Ah, another who I have already sorted.'

'Hurry up old hat and put me in Slytherin!'

'The Malfoy's are always so pleasant. Arrogant, prideful, definitely a little cunning in your mind.'

Draco smirked, feeling sure he would be put in his old house.

The hat suddenly started chucking out loud, making everyone exchange nervous glances. The hat never chuckled outloud before. What the hell was Draco saying?

'Ah yes you certainly did belong in Slytherin.'

'Yes, that's right, now hurry up and put me in ther- wait... what do you mean DID?' Draco was really dreaded where this was going.

'Well only a stupid courageous fool would time travel through an unknown cabinet.'

'That was Potters fault! Don't you dare! I will burn you if you try and sort me elsewhere!'

'Ah but it seemed if you were a true Slytherin you would've found a way out before you made it in this time. I am a magical hat your fire cannot hurt me. No, only a stupid fool could do what you both have done.. a true GRYFFINDOR!!'