2015 – Harry Potter

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I will definitely be re-visiting this, condensing it, removing most of the actual canon text, except what is in the prologue, and then writing a sequel. I began this during the time when RtB (Reading-the-Books) fics were huge and I will be fixing it to be less canon inclusive text. For this below, anywhere (except the prologue) where I had actual canon text will have a notation. {Text Removed} If you want to know what was there – read the book. For the prologue JK Rowling’s words will be in bold and italics. I feel they are needed and it is a very brief section. Most of my focus for this fic is on what happens after the reading occurs, so the sequel, but I will revisit this and fix and finish it at some point. This has not been edited at all elsewise, sorry. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter nor do I make any money from this work.


Harry Potter was not enjoying his sixth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Granted, he was having special meetings with Headmaster Dumbledore and he was captain of Gryffindor’s Quidditch team but he was not able to convince anyone that his school nemesis, who had broken his nose on the train back to school, was up to something sneaky and evil. His best friends felt he was being over sensitive and the headmaster simply ignored him and changed the subject. It was frustrating. He knew the ferret was up to no good.

A few days before the match against Ravenclaw, Harry found himself walking down to dinner alone from the common room. More out of habit than anything, Harry made his usual detour along the seventh-floor corridor, checking the Marauder’s Map as he went. For a moment he could not find Malfoy anywhere and assumed he must indeed be inside the Room of Requirement again, but then he saw Malfoy’s tiny, labeled dot standing in a boys’ bathroom on the floor below, accompanied, not by Crabbe or Goyle, but by Moaning Myrtle.

Harry only stopped staring at this unlikely coupling when he walked right into a suit of armor. The loud crash brought him out of his reverie; hurrying from the scene lest Filch turn up, he dashed down the marble staircase and along the passageway below. Outside the bathroom, he pressed his ear against the door. He could not hear anything. He very quietly pushed the door open.

Draco Malfoy was standing with his back to the door, his hands clutching either side of the sink, his white- blond head bowed.

“Don’t,” crooned Moaning Myrtle’s voice from one of the cubicles. “Don’t… tell me what’s wrong… I can help you…”

“No one can help me,” said Malfoy. His whole body was shaking. “I can’t do it… I can’t… It won’t work… and unless I do it soon… he says he’ll kill me…”

And Harry realized, with a shock so huge it seemed to root him to the spot, that Malfoy was crying — actually crying — tears streaming down his pale face into the grimy basin. Malfoy gasped and gulped and then, with a great shudder, looked up into flu-cracked mirror and saw Harry staring at him over his shoulder.

Malfoy wheeled around, drawing his wand. Instinctively, Harry pulled out his own. Malfoy’s hex missed Harry by inches, shattering the lamp on the wall beside him; Harry threw himself sideways, thought Levicorpus! and flicked his wand, but Malfoy blocked the jinx and raised his wand for another —

“No! No! Stop it!” squealed Moaning Myrtle, her voice echoing loudly around the tiled room. “Stop! STOP!”

There was a loud bang and the bin behind Harry exploded; Harry attempted a Leg-Locker Curse that backfired off the wall behind Malfoy’s ear and smashed the cistern beneath Moaning Myrtle, who screamed loudly and floated in between the fighters; water poured everywhere and Harry slipped as Malfoy, his face contorted, cried, “Bombarda!” just as Harry yelled out, “Incarcerous!” The spells met in mid-air, actually inside of Myrtle’s floating body and suddenly the world turned white. Harry heard Myrtle’s scream and felt himself being pulled off of his feet, his wand hand in front of him as if his wand was metal being pulled towards a gigantic magnet. He couldn’t see but he heard Draco swear moments before their bodies collided, wands sparking against one another as they spun around in mid-air.

As quickly as it began, it ended, and Harry found himself lying down with Draco next to him, though he had no recollection of hitting the ground. He groaned in pain and rolled to the side, his wand held in front of him.

Draco was panting and groaning as well and had made no move to get up. Harry glanced around and swore, “What in Merlin’s name?”

There was no sign of Myrtle. But then again, they were not in the boy’s bathroom. They were not in any bathroom. They were in an empty grey stone room with a large pillar through the center. They had actually been touching it with their feet when they first arrived though now Harry was standing and Draco had rolled into a ball, his hand clutching his left forearm.

“Malfoy, are you alright?” Harry walked closer to the downed boy. Draco glanced up at him, shaking his head.

“No, Scarhead. What the hell did you do to me?”

“I have no idea. And I wish I knew where we were.”

Draco frowned and slowly pushed himself to a sitting position, grimacing in pain as he did so. “What do you mean – where we –” His voice trailed off as he looked around. “Where in the world?”

Suddenly a deep female voice filled the air, seeming to come from the center pillar and yet at the same time it seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere. “You are in my heart room, travelers. I have always wished to help more than I have been able and your foolish fight gave me the perfect opportunity.”

Harry glanced around, his wand coming up. “Our fight? When our spells collided? That happened before and this never did.”

The voice chuckled, the sound rich and deep. “Partly, Harry Potter of Gryffindor. But mostly, the fact that they collided within the form of one of my ghostly inhabitants, perfectly in her center, as the water allowed the conductivity to occur as well. It is very complex magic and needed the exact right circumstances to occur but you have always had the bad luck to have good luck, have you not, Harry Potter of Gryffindor?”

Draco laughed, “Yeah, he has all the luck alright and now he’s included me!”

“Do not despair Draco Malfoy of Slytherin. Your presence makes everything even more right than it would have been had someone else been present. Indeed, I do not believe any one else’s presence could be any better.”

Harry cleared his throat, having though through the voice’s explanation. “Um, sorry, but you said one of ‘your’ ghostly inhabitants. Are we – um – are we speaking with the castle? With Hogwarts?”

“Not even you can be that gullible, Potter,” scoffed Draco.

“Yes. I am the essence of the castle which you call Hogwarts. Over the centuries I have become more than simply a building as the magic filling me has sunk into my very stones. I became rudimentarily sentient even before Salazar’s departure. Within two centuries of my existence as a school I became fully aware. I do what I can to help and protect but I am limited by my very nature. This coming together of circumstances is wonderful and I am hoping to help save many, many of my children in two places.”

Draco’s mouth hung open, “This is some kind of trick. Hogwarts isn’t alive! That’s just a – a – a myth!”

“I assure you, Draco Malfoy of Slytherin. I am alive in the sense that I am a sentient being aware of my own existence and that of others. I even understand my own purpose in life. You should know that with magic there is very little, some would say nothing that is impossible. I think you will believe soon, when I answer more fully your first question.”

“Where are we?” reiterated Harry.

“Yes,” Hogwarts’ voice smiled (there was really no other way to put it). “As I said, you are within my heart’s chamber, this is my focus stone upon which the magic in the castle is built. But, the proper question you should have asked is not ‘where are we’ but more precisely ‘when are we’. The answer to that is more important, I think.”

“Um, when are we, Hogwarts?” Harry exchanged a look with Draco, both still in shock at the recent events.

“You are in 1977. This is James Potter of Gryffindor’s sixth year. Lucius Malfoy of Slytherin left my halls four years ago. Narcissa Black of Slytherin left my halls three years ago. I am using the magic that you provided to change things and we will begin now.”

With that, the room around the boys blurred and they found themselves in a beautifully appointed lounge filled with soft looking leather sofas and chairs in black leather. The floor was flagstones covered in gorgeous dark blue area rugs. The seating was arranged in a circle and there were floating candles overhead that seemed to never drip wax. The walls had no windows but lovely tapestries showing geometric patterns and nature scenes in varying colors combinations that were nonetheless soothing to the eyes. Piled in the corner were large throw pillows and lightweight blankets. Some were grey, some were the same blue as the carpet, and others were a deep green. There were several end tables, polished to a high sheen and gleaming a deep cherry wood finish. In one wall there were two doors, discreetly labeled with signs reading “Lords” and “Ladies”. Along the final wall was a large set of double doors, black wood with silver finishes. Somehow, both boys understood without even trying them that they would not open.

The large pillar that had been in the center of the room was gone, replaced with a coffee table of the same cherry wood as the end tables. On it was a wooden box, its lid shut. Harry approached it and placed his hand on the lid to lift it. Hogwarts spoke, “It will not open, nor will the doors to my main hallways. The box will open when the time is right. You cannot leave this area. Do not try. You will not enjoy the consequences.”

Harry backed away and sighed. “Well, Malfoy, I guess we’re stuck here.”

Draco scowled at him and replied with a sneer, “Stating the obvious, Potter. This is insane! There is no way we can be in 1977. It is impossible.”

“No, Malfoy. It’s magic!” Harry sneered right back at the blond. He walked over to the nearest chair and sank down. “Might as well relax for now. Who knows what is happening next.”

Draco sighed, deeply put upon and crossed to the chair the furthest from Harry, sitting and crossing his arms, his right hand reflexively gripping his left forearm lightly. They waited.
Lily Evans was walking into Gryffindor Tower after a long day of classes and just as she entered the common room, she saw James Potter approaching her, a wide grin stretching his face. She scowled at the arrogant sixth year and was about to push by him to go to her dorm room when the air filled with sparkles and then turned white.

When she could see again, Lily didn’t recognize her surroundings. But she saw Potter and his best mate, Sirius Black, standing in front of her. “What in Morgana’s name did you do now, Potter? What kind of prank is this? Where are we?”

James looked around in confusion at the lounge they found themselves in and shook his head. “This wasn’t me, Evans. I don’t know what that was.” As he finished speaking the air took on more sparkles and when it cleared, Remus Lupin was standing there holding a chocolate bar in his hand.

“What – where is this? I don’t recognize it and I though we knew the entire castle,” drawled Sirius. “What kind of prank is this?”

At that point, Remus who was more observant than his friends and not as focused on the rivalry, so to speak, as Lily, saw two figures seated in nearby chairs. He didn’t recognize them per se but they looked familiar to him. One had messy dark hair and was wearing glasses, the other had straight white-blond hair and a sharp chin. He frowned, trying to place them, before shrugging and walking towards them. He opened his mouth to speak when the air again filled with sparkles, for several minutes this time and when it cleared there were four people well-know to the werewolf.

Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy stared around in confusion, panting lightly and quietly. Severus Snape and Regulus Black scowled at the sight of the Marauders standing nearby. Severus drew his wand and pointed it at them, while Lucius stepped smoothly in front of his wife, getting between her and the volatile teens.

Before violence could break out, the black-haired teen in one of the chairs rose to his feet. “They didn’t do anything. They don’t know what’s going on any more than you do.”

The group of people from 1977 turned, all but one shocked having not realized there was anyone else in the room. Lucius moved smoothly forward. “Who are you? Why have you brought us here, wherever this is?”

The blond boy drawled from his chair, “Scarhead didn’t bring us here. At least, not on purpose. I can’t even believe how his stupid luck got us into this insane situation.” He scowled deeply.

The black-haired boy narrowed his eyes. “If you didn’t pull your wand just because I saw you. You are so worried about what I know and what I heard. I know you’re up to something, ferret, and I think I know what it is. If you really don’t want to do it, let me help you, you stubborn snake!”

“Oh, right, you’ll help me all the way to Azkaban! If I was up to something. Whatever your delusional brain has come up with, is not my problem.”

“I know some things. I know it was you behind the necklace and the mead. And I know who they were supposed to get to. I heard you talking to Myrtle. I can help. And yes, your family, too. I may think your father is a horrible person, but I wouldn’t let that stop me from saving him from snake face. I want to prevent any more deaths that I can. Let me help.”


“Not to interrupt this fascinating, though admittedly confusing conversation, but what is going on?” Sirius grinned at the two unknown boys.

“Um, well this is hard to explain or accept but see Mal – um – he and I,” he jerked his thumb at the blond, “were sort of dueling and our spells collided and they were in the middle of Moaning Myrtle and there was all this water because we were in a bathroom and we were like drawn like magnets to each other and – “

“Way to make it understandable, Pothead.” The blond spoke scornfully as the others stared in confusion at the messy-haired teen.

“Oh, so you can do better?”

The blond rose to his feet. “This is absolutely unbelievable and approaching mythic but our duel created the perfect storm of circumstances for the castle to act to bring us all here. And, yes, I know that sounds insane, but evidently the rumors are not just myths, they are fact. Hogwarts is sentient and can act on her own.”

Lucius shook his head. “I do not know what joke you are trying to pull, young man, but Hogwarts is simply a building and a school. It does not have -”

A voice from everywhere and nowhere interrupted the older man’s pompous speech. “I am indeed sentient, Lucius Malfoy of Slytherin. I have acted through the magic released by these to in order to save lives of my students, former, current, and future. These two are from your future. To be exact, they come from 1997. By bringing them here I have created an alternate time stream. They will not be changing their pasts but your futures can change, as can their own. I have created seven tomes, explaining some of the events from the future these students come from and those of you who are here have the ability to use this information to save some of you and many others in the next two decades from horrific fates. I have stopped time in this room and none of you are able to leave until all of the tomes have been read. There is one tome for each year these boys have been in my halls.”

“Wait!” The black-haired boy spoke up. “We’re only sixth years.”

“Yes. Part of the sixth book and all of the seventh will be about what would have happened had you not come here. Now, all of you sit down. Your needs for food and rest will be taken care of. Open the box and begin with the first book. There are only certain things in each. Please work together to save my students.”

The ten people in the room looked at each other, most of them in some state of shock or disbelief. Finally, Remus walked to the box and opened it. He looked inside. “Well, I suppose this one is first. It is the only one with a title on the cover right now. I know this is weird but I think we should do what we were told. If we ever want to get out of here…” He grabbed the top book. “I’ll read the first section and I think to be fair, we should take turns.”

Everyone nodded or at least inclined their heads as they took seats around the room, the Slytherins, current, future, and former, on the opposite side of the room from the current and future Gryffindors. Remus sat next to Sirius on one side and the somehow familiar black-haired boy from the future on the other and read, “Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone.”

James frowned. “I don’t know any relative named Harry.”

Severus spoke up, “These are books from the future, idiot. He’s probably not born yet.”

James flushed in embarrassment at nor thinking about that. “Keep reading, Remus.”

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“That’s an odd way to put something.” Lily frowned. “A boy living is a chapter title?”

The blond boy from the future stifled a snort, rolling his eyes, wanting desperately to make a sarcastic reply but refraining to keep from giving things away.

“Why don’t we listen and find out what it refers to,” Narcissa said with a sneer.

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“Drills?” queried Regulus quietly, to Severus.

“A muggle device that makes holes in things,” he answered back under his breath.

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“The Potters are great! There’s nothing wrong with the Potters! These Dursley people are the ones with the problem!” snapped Sirius.

James grinned at him. “Thanks.”

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Severus frowned. The more he heard of this Dursley woman, the more familiar she seemed. He didn’t like where his thoughts were leading him. If she was who he thought then it meant something he didn’t want to think about.

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“Stupid, ignorant muggles. Can’t see things right in front of them.” Lucius scowled.

“That’s not a bad thing. If they noticed things, the Statute of Secrecy could be compromised. It’s better if they don’t notice or push things away as nonsense,” Lily answered him with a deadly sweet smile.

Lucius sniffed and turned away.

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“What a brat!” exclaimed Regulus.

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“See,” said Lily. “That is for the best.”

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“Why are there so many of us out in the muggle world without dressing appropriately? What is happening?” Sirius was worried. “That is dangerous.”

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“Something major is obviously going on. People would never normally be this reckless.” Lily’s brow creased in worry.

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“James! Sounds like the bloke you don’t know is your son! Ha! Good thing you don’t know him. Your parents would kill you if you already had a son!” Sirius barked with laughter.

James picked up a pillow and threw it at his friends head and motioned for Remus to continue.

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The blond boy frowned at the other future boy. They didn’t even know his name? Things must change once he got there. He knew he was a spoiled brat like the other boy in the muggle house.

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“He’s dead! He’s dead! Hip hip hooray! He’s dead!” Sirius and James jumped up and began spinning each other around.

Lily shook her head in exasperation but happy to know You-Know-Who would be gone not long in the future. Remus was shocked but happy. Lucius frowned inwardly. His Lord was killed? Hmmm, he could warn him and change this.

Remus cleared his throat loudly and Sirius and James finally sat down, grinning ear to ear.

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“Sounds like McGonagall,” said James.

“How much you want to bet it is? I bet a galleon that it isn’t her!” said Sirius.

James thought for a second. “You’re on.”

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Narcissa shook her head. That child would not grow up well.

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“Well, now that I know why they are doing it, I understand but still, they are being awfully careless. We wouldn’t want to be outed to the muggle world on the very day You-Know-Who died.” Lily spoke quietly.

Others nodded in agreement, that would be the worst outcome ever.

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Severus frowned deeply at a further point to his suspicions. Lily blinked in worry. Petunia? Was this her sister? But that would mean – oh – oh no – she would not marry that arrogant toerag Potter. Petunia wasn’t that unusual of a name, even in the Muggle world. It was just a coincidence. It had to be. She looked up and met Severus’ eyes. She saw his scowl and he raised his eyebrow and deepened it. She but her lip and shook her head. He raised his brow higher and scowled even more.

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“I like the name Harry,” said James.

“You should. You do name your son that, Prongsie.” Sirius said with a grin.

“Oh, right,” James smiled lightly.

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“Hey, I just realized,” said Sirius. “You two never introduced yourselves. I’m Sirius Black.”

The black-haired boy answered him. “We know who you all are and we’re in these book so, see if you can spot us when we appear.”

“Great! A game. Maybe some wagers…”

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“I am definitely taking your money, Padfoot,” James whispered under his breath to his best friend.

“We’ll see,” he whispered back, though he was increasingly sure James was correct.

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“Dumbledore!” cried James and Sirius.

“We know, you twits. Shut up and listen!” Severus said.

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“I want a Put-Outer. That sounds wicked.” Sirius said.

“I highly doubt that is the name of the thing, Sirius. Not even Dumbledore would name such a device something so juvenile.” Regulus smirked at his older brother.

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“I win!” James smirked at Sirius and held out his hand. Sirius scowled lightly and dropped a golden coin into it.

“I’ll get you next time!”

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“Eleven years.” Lily frowned. “That means this is happening in 1981. Four years from now.”

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Many in the room shivered and some of them discreetly rubbed their left arms.

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Lucius shifted subtly, listening intently for any knowledge he can bring to the Dark Lord.

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Remus’ eyes read ahead and his breath hitched, eyes watering. He blinked rapidly as he spoke, voice gravelly.

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“No!” yelled Sirius. “No, James! You’re not dead!” He grabbed his friend and shook him as if to reassure him that this was true.

“I know, Padfoot, I know. Relax. The idea is for us to change things, remember? We’ll make sure this doesn’t happen. Upside – it said James and Lily Potter.” He grinned at Lily. “You’re going to marry me, Evans.”

“Unless we change that, too. I have no interest in arrogant toerags.” Lily smirked. “This must be me after brain damage, Potter.” Severus smirked.


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Lucius’ eyes widened dramatically. A baby! A baby had destroyed the Dark Lord?!? It wasn’t possible. He must be incredibly powerful. A baby! A Potter baby!

“He tried to kill my son!” James raged. “That bastard! How dare he try to kill my son!”

“But your son killed him, Prongs. As a baby, your son killed You-Know-Who!”

“Only after I couldn’t protect him, Padfoot. I wasn’t strong enough and I won’t be able to protect my own son.”

Sirius placed a hand on James’ shoulder and squeezed. “Future, remember. We’ll fix it. I promise.”

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“I bet he knows,” mumbled Regulus.

“How much, Reg?” said Sirius.


“You bet he knows how Harry survived. I don’t think he does. I trust him when he says so. How much do you bet?”

Regulus sighed. He knew his older brother wouldn’t let this go. “Alright. Four galleons that Dumbledore knows how the kid survived.”

“Alright, four galleons that he is telling the truth and he doesn’t know.”

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“No!” yelled Lily. “Do not leave my son with her! No!”

James smiles at her claiming his son as her own. But then a thought hits him. “If Lily’s sister is his only family left, then my parents must be dead by this time. And – why isn’t he with you, Sirius? I know I would put you down as an alternate guardian. Maybe even his godfather, if Lily agreed. Are you dead, too?”

“I don’t know, James. Let’s wait and see. I’m sorry about Dorea and Charlus. I – I really like them.”

“They really like you, too, you big mutt.”

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“A letter! He isn’t even going to talk to her in person? What in Merlin’s name is he thinking?” shrieked Lily.

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Lily understood Dumbledore’s reasoning but disagreed. Knowing Petunia, Harry would not have the life the old man was imagining. She shook her head.

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“Hagrid’s great!” said Sirius. “And he loves dogs.”

“What does that have to do with anything, Sirius?” asked Lily.

“It means he has a good heart and great taste.” responded Sirius.

“He’s an oaf and a drunkard who was expelled.” sneered Lucius.

“He’s a better man than many who graduated. Present company not excluded,” snarked Sirius.

Lucius sniffed.

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“I want one! That sounds awesome! A flying motorcycle.” Sirius jumped up and down. “I want one! I want one! I want a flying motorcycle,” he sang off-key.

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“Yes! It’s mine! I get a flying motorcycle! I get a flying motorcycle! I get a flying motorcycle! I get a flying motorcycle! I get a flying motorcycle! I get a fly-”

“Enoguh Black!” Lily sanpped. “Stop acting like a five-year-old. A spoiled five-year-old, at that.”

“And you’re alive, Sirius. I don’t get it?” James mused.

“I probably have things to take care of and I’ll arrange to get him later. Or Remus or Peter will. And where is Pete, anyway? Why didn’t the castle bring him here?”

“Who knows? Why did the castle bring them here?” James nodded his head towards the Malfoys.

“Good point. Maybe all the centuries of crazy students have warped her a bit?”

A flash of bright light engulfed Sirius and when it cleared he was wearing a green and silver robe and his hair was in plaits with green and silver snake ribbons wound through it.

“Not the smartest idea to insult the castle when we’re at her mercy, Black. Then again look who I’m talking about, you’ve never been the brightest. I’m just surprised it is such a mild ‘prank’,” drawled Severus. “Maybe if you don’t learn to be smarter, she’ll do worse? One can only hope.”

“Shut it, Snivellus!”

“How old does that get Black. You aren’t even smart enough to come up with better than you could think of when you were eleven. How wounding you are.” Severus smirked at him.

Sirius growled and tried to pull his wand, only to find it missing. At his realization, others realized their wands were missing as well. The voice spoke, “Until I can be sure you will not injure one another, your wands are somewhere safe.”

No one liked this but no one protested aloud. Remus turned back to the book.

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Lily looked at the messy haired youth from the future. She rose from her seat and knelt in front of his chair. “This is you isn’t it?” She raised her hand to his forehead and pushed his fringe away, revealing his famous scar. She lightly ran her fingers over it.

He smiled lightly. “Yes, Harry Potter. Pleased to meet you … Mom.”

She pulled the teen to her and hugged him tight. “I am so sorry, Harry. I wish I was there for you.”

He hugged her tight as James gaped in realization that his son was sitting in front of him.

“Hey! Evans! You didn’t bet on it!” Sirius broke in to change the mood.

“I’m sure you’ll lose plenty of money elsewhere, Black.” Lily said as she pulled back from the long hug.

“Can you all start calling us by our first names? I’m Black, too, you know. And now we have two Potters, as well,” said Regulus. “It could get awfully confusing if we don’t.”

Lily scowls. She really doesn’t want to call Sirius or James by their first names but acknowledges Regulus’ point. She nods reluctantly as she returns to her seat.

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“I did not need to know that about Dumbledore’s scar. That is just disturbing. Weird and useful for him but distrurbing,” said Harry.

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“Wait, you’re trying to not wake them? They’re putting him on the doorstep in November or late October in the middle of the night when there is rain forecast and they aren’t even ringing the bell for the Dursleys to wake up to bring him in?” Remus broke into his own reading, making it clear he wasn’t reading what he was saying by lowering the book.

“Wait – how do you know about the rain and when it is?” asked James.

“It said earlier in the book, that rain was forecast,” spoke up Narcissa. Remus nodded.

“It also said that bonfire night was coming up,” said Lily. “That makes it November or late October maybe.”

Harry spoke up, “James and Lily Potter, my parents, were killed on October 31, 1981. I was taken in by the Dursleys on November 2, 1981.”

Everyone nodded. “Wait. Where were you on November 1?” asked Regulus.

Harry shrugged. “Medical checks or something? I don’t know. No one ever said.”

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“I wish the wish had been a spell for it,” murmured Harry, low enough so only Remus heard him, worrying him about what the boy would go through with these muggles.

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“Oh, I understand the title now. What a horrific nickname. To always remind him of his parents’ deaths.” Lily frowned.

“Thanks for caring – Lily.” Harry said shyly.

“You can call me Mom if you want to Harry. Or Lily is fine, too. Whatever is comfortable for you. I don’t mind.” She smiled sweetly at him.

“Thanks … Mom.” He looked down.

Remus spoke up. “That’s the end of the chapter. Who wants to read next?”

Lily reached out. “I’ll read it,” she said. “Chapter 2:”
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“So it is now 1991,” clarified Remus.

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“Are you gone then, Harry? I came and got you, yeah?” asked Sirius.

Harry simply looked down at his hands in his lap.

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“How can you possibly hear the frying pan on the stove from your bedroom? You must have remarkable hearing,” said James. He looked over at Remus, wondering.

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“That’s a memory, Harry. You are an amazing kid, to remember something that happened when you were only a year old,” said Remus.

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“WHAT!?!” Lily put the book on her lap and turned to Harry. “She made you sleep in a cupboard? A closet? I’m going to hex her so bad she won’t know her own name! How dare she!” Lily ranted on for several minutes before Harry reached over and put his hand over hers.

“I’m fine. It was a long time ago – or – will be from now – or won’t be now. Talking about time travel makes my head hurt.”

Lily took a deep breath and calmed down while James and Sirius whispered quietly with Remus on ideas to use to prank Petunia. Severus scowled at the thought of Petunia’s actions and Lucius just grumbled about filthy muggles and shouldn’t be allowed near a wizard child.

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“You still look small for your age. You’re a sixth year and so are we and we’re all a good bit bigger than you,” said Sirius without thinking.

“Thanks for the pep talk, Padfoot,” said Harry with a grimace.

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“Lily’s eyes,” said Severus under his breath.

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“She lied to you about how we died?” James said incredulously. “Lily, no offense to you, but your sister is a nasty piece of work.”

“Yes, she’s jealous and mean with it. I can’t believe Dumbledore would leave you there.”

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“You’re only 10 and they have you cooking bacon? That is so dangerous,” said Lily.

“I knew what I was doing by then. I’ve been making breakfast since I was about 5,” explained Harry.

“That makes it even worse, sweetie,” said Lily.

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“Sorry, kiddo, that’s my fault. The hair just does what it wants. I’ve never been able to control it either,” said James.

Harry smiled at him. “That’s alright. I’m used to it.”

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“I love your sense of humor!” barked Sirius. “Pig in a wig! Perfect!”

“I don’t often make those comments out loud. This chapter seems to be from inside my head or something,” said Harry.

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“Thirty-six presents and he isn’t satisfied? He is seriously a vey spoiled boy,” said Narcissa. “I would never spoil my child like that. You can’t just buy a child everything.”

Harry lowered his head to hide his smirk recalling a gift of expensive broomsticks to a Quidditch team by the Malfoys. Draco just lightly blushed knowing she didn’t know he was her son.

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“She’s making it worse! Buying him more presents when he complains. He will have lots of problems when he grows up and realizes life isn’t handed to you,” said Lily.

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“How old is your cousin again, Harry?” asked Regulus.

“Ten here at this point,” answered Harry.

“Ten, shouldn’t a muggle be able to add from thirty-seven to thirty-nine at age ten?”

“Yes, but Dudley and using a brain never did go together,” said Harry.

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Harry looked at the confused wizards and witches (even Lily didn’t know what some of those things were since it was only 1977) and said, “They are all very expensive muggle toys and things to stop boredom. Mostly electronic things.” The last was said mostly to Lily.

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“Do they ever use your name?” asked Regulus.

“Not very often, no,” replied Harry. “I didn’t know my name for sure until I started primary school. It was always “Boy!” or “him” or “Freak!” The blond haired time traveler looked at him with a quizzical look with every revelation in the book about Harry’s home life. Harry noticed but ignored the looks for now. He knew what the rumors were among the Slytherins of his time and some others but felt no need to set the record straight, especially since it seemed these books would be doing it for him, at least for his fellow traveler. He didn’t count the fact that others he knew in the future would be hearing the truth because to him they were different people, not the ones he knew.

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Harry still deeply resented this, especially after learning after his fourth year that Mrs Figg was a squib who was to keep an eye on him. Granted, she didn’t hurt him but his acting skills were fairly good, he could have had a good time at Mrs Figg’s house and the Dursleys never would have known. If they could buy into Dudley’s acting then his would win him an Oscar with them.

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Lily turned to Harry and gave a little frown. “Cats aren’t that bad.”

James sat forward. “Lily, he’s ten. Or well, we’re reading about when he was ten or will be ten or – anyway, you can’t tell me that when you were ten or younger you would have liked to go to an old woman’s house which smelled funny and spend hours looking at pictures of cats.”

Lily bit her lip. “No, I guess not. Truthfully, I wouldn’t like doing that now as a sixteen year old.”

Harry spoke up. “In my defense, this is all thoughts I was having. I never told her that or even hinted how utterly boring it was. I was polite and did what she wanted me to do.”

“You’re a good kid, Harry,” said Remus with a smile.

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“Who is this Marge? Why does she hate you? Did you prank her?” Sirius asked.

“Marge Dursley. Vernon’s sister. She just hates me because I am not technically her family. I don’t share blood with her. And she is just a hateful woman. If these books are all about my life since I went to Hogwarts, then you’ll hear more about her eventually. So I won’t spoil the surprise,” Harry replied with a smirk.

“I have a feeling you’re going to say something like that to a lot of out questions, aren’t you?” Severus asked.

“Why go over things twice or spoil your first impressions?” Harry replied. “I could easily summarize what is going to be read and I might at some point but I think Lady Hogwarts wouldn’t like me to do it completely. I think I might get away with it so we can skip some of the book but I think these first few chapters are probably pretty important to her. I wish I could just summarize what is going to be happening soon but I don’t think I dare take the chance.”

The voice of the castle spoke again, “That is quite correct. I will never allow you to skip the chapters dealing with your time away from my halls. Whether that is at the muggle house or elsewhere, you will read about it in full. I will allow summarization for some of the chapters that take place in my halls or parts of some of them, at least. But not for a while yet. It is too important to hear the truth and not the summarized version where some parts are left out due to embarrassment or wishing to keep things private or to not hurt others.”

Harry nodded. “See? Lady Hogwarts knows me well. I would and have gloss over my life at the Dursley’s house. I don’t like to think about it or dwell on it so I rarely tell people much about it.”

The other time traveler frowned deeper while those from the past looked at Harry with compassion and understanding (the Gryffindors, Narcissa, and surprisingly Severus and Regulus) or with disdain and dislike (Lucius).

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“Do they think you’re stupid?” asked James.

“Not really. They just prefer not to think about me at all,” answered Harry.

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Severus shook his head. “No, that’s her default expression.”

“Severus!” Lily said with a laugh.

“It’s true, Lily. She looks like that every time I see her.”

“That’s mostly because she hates you, Sev.”

Harry looked at them in confusion. “You know Aunt Petunia?” he asked Severus.

“Yes, unfortunately,” answered Severus with a sneer. “I grew up in the same town as she and Lily.”

Harry’s eyes went wide and he blinked in confusion. “Oh. Okay.”

Severus and Lily both looked at him, wondering. They knew he didn’t really know Lily since she died when he was a baby but could he know Severus? Neither one asked since they had a feeling they would get an answer like earlier about not spoiling things.

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“Well, that does surpise me. Maybe she mellows?” said Severus.

“Nope, just listen,” said Lily.

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“Ah, no, there’s the child neglect we are learning to love in her,” siad Severus with a sneer.

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“The muggle cares more about his car then his nephew,” said Regulus.

“Have you really heard anything that would point to a different reaction?” asked Harry.

“No, I guess not.” Regulus sneered. “Muggles are horrible,” he spoke under his breath, too low for most to hear him.

Harry was still a little confused about who this boy was. He recognized everyone else, his parents, his godfather, his former DADA professor, his current DADA and former potions professor, Malfoy’s parents, but this black-haired Slytherin, he didn’t recognize. He thought he might know who he was, he had heard him called Regulus and Black so he was related somehow to Sirius and he remembered that his godfather had a brother who died sometime before Voldemort’s dis-embodying in 1981. This could be him but he can’t really ask without giving away the fact that he is not around at all in the future, so he just wonders and hopes it will be made clear in conversation at some point. He supposes Lady Hogwarts likes the boy and wants to stop his death and maybe stop him joining Voldemort at all, or he wouldn’t be here, so Harry decided to wait, watch and listen.

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“Spoiled,” muttered Lucius.

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“Oh, Merlin!” laughed James. “Dinky Duddydums?” He turned to Harry. “She really called him that at ten? I mean, I could see calling a toddler that, baby talk, but at ten?”

Harry laughed with him. “Yep, that and worse and she still does.”

“Still? She calls him baby talk names at what? Age 16?”

Harry nods as most in the room at least chuckle or hide a smile.

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“Did he hold your arms behind your back often, Harry?” asked Severus with a frown.

“Maybe he didn’t at all, Snape!” barked Sirius.

“First of all, you’re supposed to be calling him Severus, Sirius,” said Harry. “Second, to answer the question, yes, I was their favorite target as the book said earlier. When we were very young it was just Dudley but once he made friends with Piers and some others, it was one against a gang of four or five. That started when we began primary school. I’m fast and can usually outrun Dudley who is so fat, but Piers was small and wiry and fast. He often caught me and held me while we waited for Dudley and the others to catch up. And no one ever helped because they didn’t want the attention of the gang on them. It’s why I hate bullying,” he said glancing at the Marauders carefully. “It’s never right. And it isn’t funny even looking back on it if you were the recipient of it. The bullies, like my cousin and Piers, get off on it and find it hilarious, but the ones on the other end, it makes them hate them. If I hadn’t gone to Hogwarts, well, we’ll talk about that later, I suppose.”

Severus smiled slightly at Harry, realizing that the boy knew about the Marauders bullying and was in a sense defending Severus himself to them without being overt. By talking only about his own experiences, he was telling off the Marauders in a very Slytherin way. Severus was impressed. And against his will almost, so was Lucius. He, too, understood the undercurrents of what was not being said outright.

James got the point and looked down and glanced over at Severus under his eyelashes. He saw the smile and knew that the Slytherin understood what Harry wasn’t saying. He bit his lip and looked over at Remus and Sirius. Remus was blushing heavily and looking very ashamed. Sirius was staring at Harry, not seeming to catch the underlying parallel between Dudley and his friend Piers and their treatment of Harry and the Marauders themselves and their treatment of Severus. James resolved to talk to the other two Maruaders who were present later about it. He also silently promised that regardless of the outcome of that discussion, he would apologize to Snape – Severus. He had been wrong, so wrong, mostly due to jealousy over Lily and his own instinctive feelings about Slytherins. He was going to take this chance to stop being a prat and an arrogant toerag like Lily called him. He was going to sincerely apologize. And thank Harry for making him see the truth. The comparison his future son made without actually overtly saying it was hitting home for him. He never really thought about what it was like for Severus with the Marauders being on his case constantly, four against one.

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“Accidental magic!” yelled Sirius.

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“It could be some form of metamorphmagi talent, Harry. Your grandmother was a Black and it runs in our family,” said Sirius.

“Really?” asked Harry. “I know a metamorph from the Black family but I thought it was changing everything, like hair color or your nose shape or age or stuff.”

“No, it can manifest subtly if you don’t have the full talent. It said you came back from getting hair cuts looking like you hadn’t been at all. Have you had a hair cut since you started Hogwarts?”

“No, actually I haven’t.”

“And you hair isn’t down the middle of your back. It should be. No one’s hair grows that slowly. You are unconsciously keeping your hair that way. Do you know why?” asked Sirius.

Harry thought a moment, then nodded. “I don’t know why for sure when I was little but now, everyone always tells me I look like my dad, with my mom’s eyes and I think I want to maintain that connection so I don’t want my hair to really change, even though it’s frustrating. Maybe I remembered his hair subconsciously when I was little and that’s why it has always been this way.”

Lily blinked back tears at the explanation, as did Narcissa, though she turned away so no one would notice, though James did.

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Severus winced in sympathy. He understood having to wear clothes that were not right or looked odd. In his case it was because his mother did not totally understand muggle fashions even though she was married to one. Also, the fact that they couldn’t afford much.

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“Did you feel a squeezing sensation, Harry?” asked Remus. “That would indicate accidental apparition, which is very impressive magic. How old were you?”

“He might have simply flown, Remus. Or floated, more precisely. I used to do that before I started Hogwarts,” said Lily.

“I was 7 when I apparated to that roof,” said Harry. “It was apparition, Mom. I know because I did feel that squeezing through a straw sensation. But I have floated, too, I just didn’t register it as anything too weird. I would just not hit the ground as hard as I should when Dudley or Uncle Vernon would push me down the stairs. I would still be bruised and all but thinking on it, I should have broken bones from that, at least some times but I never did. Or, well, maybe the one time I did but it healed by the next day.”

Everyone looked at Harry with sympathy. Lily wrapped her arm around his shoulder. “I am so sorry my sister is such an evil hag.”

“I’ve survived them, Mom. Aunt Petunia wasn’t so bad.”

“Yes, Harry, she was.”

Harry just shrugged and Lily ran her hand across his shoulders before sitting back in her seat.

“So apparition at 7,” interjected Remus to try and break some tension, “that is impressive and difficult. You have a lot of inherent magic, Harry.”

“Just you wait until you hear what happened after I got to Hogwarts,” said Harry with a little smirk.

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“That is a really bad excuse, kid. You need to work on your lies and the delivery if you want to get away with things,” said Sirius to the young boy in the book.

“I’m not 7 anymore Sirius. You’re talking to a book.” Sirius blushed.

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“I bet he just jinxed himself,” said James.

“Two galleons that he is right and has a great day,” said Sirius.

“Bet,” said James.

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“He enjoys complaining about you most Harry. You should be proud,” said Sirius.

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“Bad idea to bring that up, kiddo,” said James.

“Give me a break, I was 10 and was going on a trip for the first time,” said Harry in explanation.

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“See,” said Sirius, “he’s having a great day already, James.”

James hummed. “We’ll see.”

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“I love your desciptions!” gushed Sirius. “They’re hilarious! A gorilla, a pig in a wig, a beach ball wearing bonnets. Its the best.”

“Thank you.”

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“See!” said Sirius.

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“See! See! See! An awesome day!”

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“Uh huh,” said James. “See!”

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“Ugh, snakes,” said Sirius and James.

“There is nothing wrong with snakes!” snapped Regulus.

Harry sighed quietly dreading the upcoming reactions.

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“You compare yourself to a snake in a zoo and think you have it only barely better?” said Regulus. “These muggles have a lot to answer for.”

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Lily gaped in shock. “Snakes can’t wink. They don’t have eyelids!”

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“Don’t be nice to it, Harry! It’s a snake!” said Sirius.

“Again, this happened years ago for me and you’re talking to book me, Sirius.” explained Harry, looking a bit sad. The other time traveler sat forward a bit in interest about what would happen. And the Slytherins began to get strange looks on their faces, especially Lucius.

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“Why are you talking to it?” moaned Sirius.

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“It’s answering what you said,” said James in shock. “It understands you?”

“Are you a parselmouth, Harry,” asked Narcissa gently as she saw the look on his face as he looked away from his future family.

“Yes,” Harry answered her quietly. “I am.”

“What!?!” gasped Sirius.

“How? But – how?” asked James in shock. “I – It isn’t in my bloodline. I’m not descended from Slytherin. I – I – I – “

“Interesting,” said Lucius under his breath, “a powerful child indeed.”

The Slytherins all looked at Harry in speculation and interest while the Gryffindors gaped in shock and confusion or in the case of Lily in contemplation and curiosity.

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“That little hoodlum,” snarled Lily.

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“Good magic, Harry. Great prank,” said Remus, who had gotten over the parselmouth revelation much better and quicker than the other Marauders.

“Thanks Remus,” said Harry, grateful for the young man’s response to his power. “But it was accidental magic.”

“That doesn’t negate the fact that again it is powerful magic and a great payback on the big bully,” said Remus. “I’ve been to muggle zoos. That glass is quite thick and very large. To completely vanish it is impressive, accidental or purposely.”

Harry smiled.

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“Well, it had very nice manners,” said Lily. “You wouldn’t think an animal bred and raised in captivity would be so nice.”

“It’s a snake!” said Sirius.

“So, you mean, it has better manners than other animals bred in the zoo, Sirius?” asked Lily.


“Yes, Padfoot,” said Remus with a sigh. “Harry released a snake from its enclosure and it thanked him very politely.”

“Snake,” Sirius whimpered.

“Yes, a snake. I’m a parselmouth. I’m sure more will be explained about that later so I’m not getting into the whys and wherefores right now. And, Mom, I think the fact that a snake had good manners is nothing when comparing it to the Slytherins, which is really Sirius’ problem, which we all realize, I know. Slytherins are many things but the most notable characteristic of the “snakes” is their blood status, or at least that is what they wave in our faces, those that qualify, and even those that don’t but pretend to in order to gather others to their banner and – okay, off my soapbox before I get totally off track. My basic point – purebloods pride themselves on their manners. So, a polite snake is not unusual if you look at it through the lens of Slytherin house.”

“Slytherins aren’t polite!” said Sirius.

“They are to those that qualify for those manners – other Slytherins in certain situations, other purebloods, and those that can help further their ambitions. They only have bad manners towards most Gryffindors because of the house rivalries and the fact that the “lions” tend to attack. Which is not to say that the “snakes” don’t attack first – or pre-emptively – too,” Harry said looking at his fellow time traveler, “but if Gryffindors keep their manners, the Slytherins will, too. If you don’t make an enemy by being rude – even if somewhat inadvertently – then the two houses can get along, or at least, some members of them. I’ve even seen Slytherins be full of manners to muggleborn, if there is a reason to be. And frankly, by the time you are your age, my age, you should be able to see Slytherins or Ravenclaws, or Hufflepuffs, or Gryffindors, as people and not as stereotypes of their houses. I’m trying to learn to. I don’t always manage it, but I’m working at it.”

The blond time traveler looked at him in speculation before giving a brief nod of acknowledgment to the underlying message that had been in that speech and aimed at him. He was increasingly surprised at how Slytherin the other boy was being in his speeches.

“Are you a Slytherin? Is that why you’re standing up for the sneaky snakes?” snarled Sirius looking at the two travelers who were in Hogwarts uniforms but which had no symbols or house colors on them, a fact which both of them had realized a while ago.

“I guess you’ll have to wait and find out, Sirius,” said Harry rolling his eyes and sighing deeply, averting his eyes from the angered boy.

“There’s nothing wrong if he is, Sirius Black!” snapped Lily. “And you had better not have a problem with it either, James Potter, or I will definitely be thinking harder about changing the future so I don’t get together with a highly prejudiced, intolerant, bigoted little boy!”

James held his hands up in placation. “I haven’t said anything since being shocked he was a parselmouth since I can’t figure out how that could be, that’s all. That isn’t prejudiced or bigoted, just honest confusion, Lily, I promise.”

Lily nodded her head sharply. “Good. Keep it that way!”

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“Was that an innocent comment on his part?” asked Severus.

“Oh no! He knew exactly what he was doing. Piers is a lot smarter than Dudley, which, granted isn’t saying much, but still, he knew that would get me in major trouble. That was what he was going for.” Harry shook his head in remembrance of one of his childhood nemesis.

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“They starved you?” asked Narcissa.

Harry simply nodded, seeing it as obvious.

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“A point to why he could go to Slytherin, Sirius Black. He needed cunning to survive – literally- his life with my Merlin blasted sister and her family!”

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“Green light?” gasped Remus and Regulus. They looked at one another and Remus made a motion to the younger boy who then spoke. “You were hit with the killing curse? By the Dark Lord? And survived? I mean, I know it said he attacked you and you lived but I never thought you survived the unsurvivable killing curse.”

“Yes, and again, I won’t say more because I am sure it will come up, but one of the reasons for my fame is not just that I survived when Voldemort tried to kill me, but that I survived the Unforgivable that is unstoppable.”

“Well,” drawled Lucius, “your moniker is now even more understandable, “The-Boy-Who-Lived”.

“Yes,” said Harry. “Exactly.”

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“Those – ugh – I can’t think of a name for such stupid people. Are they trying to give you a complex? They could at least say something to you. Rude people,” said Lily.

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“That’s the end of the chapter,” said Lily sadly. “Who wants to read next?”

Regulus sat forward and took the book from her. “I’ll read. Hopefully we’ll get away from the muggles soon.”

He turned the page. “Chapter Three:”

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“So you didn’t get letters?” asked Sirius.

“That’s not what it means at all,” replied Harry. “Just wait and trust me, you’ll understand soon.”

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“That would be like Pettigrew being your leader, Pot – James,” sneered Snape.

James bit his lip to stop from replying. “Where is Peter anyway? I wonder why the castle didn’t bring him here.”

Sirius shrugged. “Who knows? I wonder why she brought the snakes here, personally.”

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“Awesome comeback, Harry,” said Remus. “Very intelligent and he is unlikely to work it out soon enough to chase you. Very smart.”


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“Poor lonely cake,” said Remus.

Everyone stared at him with various expressions of confusion and disdain and humor, depending on their relationship to him. “What?” he asked. “Chocolate is the food of the gods.”

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“Good Merlin, what an awful uniform,” said Regulus.

“At least we only have basic black. Can you imagine if we had to wear something that Professor Dumbledore chose? We’d probably be worse than that,” said James.

Sirius nodded.

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“Training to be what exactly,” asked Lily, “plantation overseers?”

“What?” siad Sirius.

“American muggle history reference,” answered Lily.

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The Marauders burst into laughter at this nickname. And most of the rest of the room smiled or shook their heads in disgust and disbelief.


And that is all I wrote. I will be getting back to it, like I said, and editing it, finishing the books (including book 7) and then doing a sequel. I just don’t know when.

4 comments on “2015 – Harry Potter

  1. I haven’t read many of the characters read the books stories, so this is very interesting. I’m very interested in seeing these competed!


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