James Potter and the Reversed Time-Turner

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When James stepped out in the corridor again, he headed for the Gryffindor Tower. He hoped that his son was in Gryffindor too, and regretted that he hadn’t asked Dumbledore.
The corridor was empty except for two people that walked side by side before him. The one to the left was rather tall boy with shiny, red hair. The other one, who seemed to be a girl, had a chocolate-brown, gigantic mass of hair. The boy looked back over his shoulder and saw James who walked quietly behind them.
“Harry!” he shouted, “There you are, we have been locking everywhere for you,” he grabbed the girl’s arm and turned her around as well.
“Er, hi guys, I’m not Harry,” James said kindly, shaking on his head.
“Who are you, then?” the girl asked. She examined him carefully.
“I’ll might tell you after I have met this Harry,” James said, thinking that he couldn’t trust anybody else than his son for the moment.
“Okey, well, I’m Hermione Granger, anyway,” the girl held out her hand. James grinned and shook it.
“Ron Weasley,” the boy said to James who shook hands with him too.
“We’re going to eat lunch now and I think Harry will be there already because his Quidditch practice ends right now,” Hermione started to walk again and Ron and James simply followed her.
“Are you new here?” Ron asked James as they walked through the hallway.
“Er, not exactly...” James began. “Are you friends to Harry?” he asked back.
“Yeah, we’re his best friends. Why do you want to meet him, anyway? Is it because he’s famous?” Ron frowned.
“No, er, Dumbledore told me that that it would be good to know him,”
“Is that so?” Ron seemed to be thinking about what James had said.
“Ron! Hermione!” someone shouted. They turned around, and James ended up face to face with a boy who looked exactly as himself, except for a lightning-shaped scar on his forehead and his eyes. The boy had green, beautiful eyes - exactly in the same shape and colour that Lily Evans had.
“Hi Harry,” James grinned big.
“Er, hi,” the boy, Harry, answered. James held out his right hand.
“I’m James Potter, nice to meet you!”
Hermione gasped and Ron looked like he was in some kind of shock.
"Dad?!" Harry said disbelieving.
“Yeah, I know, you thought I was at home making pancakes for dinner, but no, I’m here and I have no idea why,”
“Actually, I thought you were dead.”
“What? Why would you do that?” asked a confused James. He couldn’t be dead, because if that was true, he must have died very young, and he didn’t want to believe that.
“Because you are!” Ron said suddenly. James looked at him with raised eyebrows and crossed his arms over his chest.
“Shut up, Ron!” Hermione said angrily. “I think we should go to the Room of Requirement and solve this out.”

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“Shut up, Ron!” Hermione said angrily. “I think we should go to the Room of Requirement and solve this out.”
Without another word she turned around and started to walk away. Ron and Harry started to follow and James, who didn’t like this at all, simply did as the other and followed Hermione.
“Here I go again,” James thought. He didn’t know what the Room of Requirement was, but right know he had other things to worry about. He still couldn’t believe that this was real, for really, how many fifteen year-old gets the chance to meet their very own son when he also is fifteen? ‘I wonder what Sirius would think if he saw me now...’ James suddenly stopped, but started to walk again like nothing had happened. But very much had happened. James had remembered the two-way mirrors that he and Sirius used to use when they were in separate detentions. He decided that he should use it later, when Harry and his friends didn’t notice.
The group of the three boys and Hermione stopped in front of a big, empty stone wall on the seventh floor. Hermione seemed to be thinking deeply about something as she walked past the wall three times. When she stopped, a door suddenly appeared. James gasped, but didn’t say anything before they had walked inside and closed the door after them.
“So, story time, then?” he asked and rubbed his hands against each other.
“Well, yeah, but I don’t think this is a good idea since Dumbledore doesn’t know...” Hermione started.
“But Dumbledore do know, Snivellus and I talked with him a little while ago,” James said.
“Who’s that?” Ron frowned, he seemed to be doing that a lot.
“Severus Snape, of course!” James explained.
“Is a young Snape here too?” Harry said with a ugly grimace on his face. James laughed.
“No, no,” he told them the story how he had ended up on Snape’s lesson and how he had dragged him to Dumbledore’s office.
“A Time-Turner?” Hermione asked. James nodded.
“Well yeah, at least Dumbledore and Snape think that. I’m not sure what i is, however, but that sounds good, I suppose,” he smirked.
“I had a Time-Turner in my third year, and I used it to keep up with my lessons,” Hermione said.
“But why am I dead? And who’s your mum? I want to know everything!” James said.
“My mum’s name was Lily Evans,” Harry said and grinned at James when he shot up from the chair he had been sitting in.
“Are you kidding me?!” he yelled. When Harry shook his head, James smiled really big, showing all of his teeth. He sat down again and waved with his hand at Harry.
“Go on,” he said, thinking that this probably was the happiest moment in his life. ‘But,’ he thought, ‘I think I’ll be more happy the day I ask her out and she say yes!’
“Well, you and Lily lived in a big house in Godric’s Hollow. It was Halloween 1989 you died, because your best friend Peter Pettigrew betrayed you and told Lord Voldemort were you was. Voldemort came to our house and he killed you both, but when he tried to kill me he couldn't’t, so i survived with only this scar left as proof,’ Harry pointed at the scar on his forehead.
“You survived the Killing Curse?” James gasped. “Is that what you’re famous for?”
“Yes, but how did you know that I was famous?”
James turned to look at Ron who blushed a little.
“I might have said something about that...” he said and the other started to laugh at him. James sighed.
“I still can’t believe that I’m dead, and that it was Wormtail who told Voldemort! Where are the other Marauders, by the way?” he said.
“Peter’s at the same place as Voldemort, I suppose, and Sirius and Remus is at 12 Grimmauld Place with the other members of the Order,” Harry said.
“What’s the Order?” James wrinkled his nose.
“The Order of the Phoenix, it's a secret society. Dumbledore's in charge, he founded it. It's the people who fought against You-Know-Who last time.” Hermione explained.
“I want to be a part of that Order, then,” said James.
“You was a member before you died, and now we’re too young...” Ron said disappointed.
“That’s too bad...” James thought about Sirus and Remus, and how badly he wanted to meet them. “Can we go visit them some day?” he asked.
“We’re going to celebrate Christmas there, and I suppose that you can come, too!” said Harry. James nodded gratefully, this was probably what Dumbledore had meant before.

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