Sometimes you make mistakes, but it’s okay because you’re human and you can fix things. Sometimes you make mistakes, and it sucks and you lose a friend or break an arm or both. But sometimes you make mistakes and you stop your brother from being born and break your parents up before they were your parents. Some mistakes actually fuck up the entire future of the world.

Because of my severe failure, August no longer knows who I am. Well, he remembers that the pair of us accidentally blew up Gryffindor tower (which is now entirely fixed btw), but he never met me through those timey-wimey holes where we’d previously met. Although I still remember the existence of Harry Potter, there is absolutely no telling if he’ll actually exist.

In short, fuck fuck fuck fuck.

So when you fuck up incredibly badly, it is sort of soothing to lie amongst broken chairs and boarded up windows and old blood spatter. The dim moonlight shone through the gaps in the windows illuminating patterns onto my skin.

I lay on the battered bed in the middle of the room and sighed. Sirius black, my brother’s godfather, had lain on this bed so many years ago, but none of it had happened yet. It was the same night is found out Remus Lupin was my godfather and I was a Potter. And now it looks like that night won't actually transpire because I fucked up. I fucked up so fucking hard, you know.

It’s been three days since I accidentally caused the future to collapse and broke up Lily Evans and James Potter. And the marauders won't even talk to me - well, Sirius shoots the occasional hex across the room when no teachers are looking. But apart from that no one says a word.

Severus is now spending every waking hour with Lily and they are the talk of the school - not that I care about popularity and gossip, but they're both too busy with each other that they've forgotten I exist.

I know I spent a lot of time at my Hogwarts alone because of one reason or another, but it feels different here. I don't have professor McGonagall to turn to. I don't have Dumbledore who I befriended. I tried to speak to August yesterday, and that’s when I found out that I’d fucked that up.

I don't have anyone here, really. And it hurts me more than I ever imagined. Each time I screw something up it just hits home that little bit more. Each time I pretend I'm okay it just hurts more when I remember I'm not.

"I'm pretty sure you're not meant to be here." Called a curious voice from the hallway. The voice was familiar...It couldn’t be -

“Who’s there?” I said sharply, sitting up.

“How’d you figure out how to stop the tree, anyway?” the voice asked. It sounded like Harry – but it couldn’t be...

“Who’s there?” I repeated.

James's figure stepped out from the doorframe. "Just me." He shrugged.

“Oh...” I said, feeling the disappointment in my bones. “I thought you were...someone else...”

“Were you hoping I was Snape, your best pal?”

“I didn’t want you and Lily to break up, okay? It wasn’t my intention. I didn’t want Snape to be so fucking miserable, but I didn’t want this.” I said, feeling the tears brimming in my eyes.

“I didn’t come in here to fight. Sorry. It just slipped out...”He took a breath. “What were you hoping to find down here? Moony?”

“No, it’s not a full moon.” I said, looking at him uncertainly. “I came here for some solitude.”

"There are better places to hide than a little run down hut, you know."

"But this one is nostalgic, and I'm trying to dwell on the past and be miserable."

James raised his eyebrows at me, "Nostalgic? When have you been in here?"

"I don't know if I ever will, the rate things are going." I sighed.

"It sounds like you don't make sense a lot, but I think you do. I think you just make wrong sense."

"You're as well spoken as I."

"I mean, it's like you know something we don't know." I didn't reply.  "Willow, what don't you tell us? What are you and Dumbledore hiding?"

“I’m not hiding anything. Look at me, I’m an open fucking book.”

“Don’t lie to me.”

"Can you please just not?" I pleaded. "You don't need to know any details apart from everything being complete shit. I saw more than half my friends die a few weeks ago and I have to act like nothing happened. So please, don't push this." I said lying back down on the bed.

"I'm so sorry Willow." James said seriously, the smile wiping straight off of his face. "I...I don't know what to say."

There was a long pause.

"I am really sorry about Lily. I honestly didn't mean to break you up."

“It’s okay. Well, it’s not okay. He’s actually a complete fucktard. But if fucktards are what makes Lily happy, then, so what?”

“Oh my goodness.” I said so suddenly I nearly fell out of bed.

“What?”

“My parents were never together in their sixth year. They got together at the end of their seventh year. That’s what my godfather said. Oh my god.”

“What?”

“I mightn’t have fucked up as much as I thought, Harry!”

“I’m James, not Harry?” James said, his face showed concern for my mental health.

But I was jumping up and down in excitement.

“Wait. Wait. Wait.” I stopped. “How did you and Lily get together?”

“Oh, well I’d had a crush on her for years, and then this girl came over and told Lily that I really liked her, and she asked me out to Hogsmeade...not that it matters...”

“What did the girl look like?”

“Huh?”

“THE GIRL WHO TOLD LILY EVANS YOU LIKED HER WHO WAS SHE?!”

“I’d never seen her before.”

“WHAT THE FUCK DID SHE LOOK LIKE!?”

“I dunno, I didn’t pay much attention.”

“I actually want to cut your hands off.”

“Okay, please don’t?”

“Do you think Lily would know what she looked like?”

“Maybe, I don’t –“ James stopped as I had run out of the room. “Willow, it’s past curfew. At least come under the cloak.”

Sighing in frustration, I slipped under the cloak with him and we ran up to Gryffindor castle. She wasn’t in the common room, so I ran up to our dorm.

“Lily!” I hissed in the darkness.

“What?” she growled back from her bed.

“When you and James got together, who said that he had a crush on you?”

“Who cares about James?”

“I want to know who the girl was.”

“Oh, I dunno. Some girl with brown hair...”

My brain proceeded to have a war.

It isn’t Hermione.

It’s totally Hermione.

It isn’t her; don’t get your hopes up.

It so is. OH MY GOD

She isn’t here. Shut up.

She came back for me.

“Thanks Lily.” I said, and I hurried back out of the room. If I were Hermione, where would I go?

...

THE ROOM OF REQUIREMENT!!!

I ran out of the common room, past James, who shouted something at me and all the way to the seventh floor corridor and past that wall where the door hides.

I need to see a friend. I need to see a friend. I thought wildly, pacing back and forth in front of the corridor.

“Student out of bed, I see.” growled a voice from nearby.

I jumped about a foot in the air and turned around. “Oh, Professor McGonagall.” I sighed in relief. And then I remembered that she was a cold bitch at this point in time. “Oh crap.”

“Crap indeed.” She snarled.

“What can I do to make you like me?” I said exasperatedly.

“Not be out of bed at two in the morning.”

“Okay, good point, but you hate me all the time.” I said. “There’s like absolutely nothing I don’t know about you – your mother was Isobel, a witch. Your father, a muggle, Robert. You then fell in love with Dougal McGregor, a muggle, but did not want to live in secrecy like your mother had. And –“

DON’T SAY ANYTHING ELSE ARSEHOLE YOU’RE IN THE PAST! SHE HASN’T BEEN PROPOSED TO YET!

“How did you know all of that?” McGonagall asked me, staring.

“Uh,” I paused. This was a really bad idea. Now she thinks I’m a creepy stalker. “Lucky guess?” I smiled, hoping she wouldn’t just kill me on sight for being a fucking psychopath stalker.

“That was no lucky guess.” She said. “There is something very odd about you.” She looked me up and down. “What are you hiding?”

“I’m not hiding anything.” I lied and at that precise moment, the door of the room of requirement opened.

“What?” Said McGonagall, looking at the perpetrator and then back to me. “But you’re – what?”

“Oh shit, your hair is black.” The girl said. “It’s grey where I’m from.”

“What?” McGonagall repeated, whilst I stood there in shock.

“Ugh,” The girl groaned. “Stupify.” McGonagall collapsed into a heap on the ground. “Sorry, old – or young? – McGonagall is fucking annoying.” She waved her wand and McGonagall was suddenly on a stretcher, and started to zoom down the hall. “She’ll be in the hospital wing in a mo.”

“What the hell is going on?” I said, staring at her.

“Ugh, come in, we can’t be overheard.”

I followed her inside and shut the door. She locked it.

“Okay, what the hell is going on?” I asked her again.

“Alright – so we’re gonna assume you told Dumbledore at some point to invent a time-travel device –“

“Timeturners already exist.”

“Don’t be a little bitch. This one lets me time-travel - to the past and back to the exact moment I was in before I travelled back.”

“What?”

“Ugggh,” She groaned. “You have to tell Dumbledore that he needs to invent this thing, so that I can come back in time and help you out.”

“What? I’m confused.”

“God you’re annoying.”

“I’m annoying?” I scoffed. “You’re me, asshole.”

“I know, it’s annoying seeing myself being a dumbass.”

“So, you travelled back in time and set my – our – parents up?”

“Yeah!”

“Dickhead, you fucked it up. They weren’t going to get together until next year.”

“So? They’re together earlier, no biggie.”

“Big biggie when I’m trying to not make Snape and asshole.” I told Willow...myself? future/past me with slightly different memories?

“They’re not – “She started, looking shocked.

“They’re full on smooching and shit, him and Lily.”

“Oh fuck. You fucked up.”

“So did you!”

“Yeah, but it wouldn’t have mattered if you didn’t try and change things.”

“I was trying to stop Snape from selling our parents out to Voldemort, Willow. God damn it.”

“We fucked up.” Willow said.

“We fucked up.” I concurred.

“So...” She sighed. “I’m you from the future, and how are we gonna fix this shit?”

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Yooo, it’s Secret_Ninja here :D someone couldn’t write their chapter, so I thought why the heck not write it up myself. I know it’s confusing but it’s not more confusing than anything else that’s happened so far.

Let’s do a recap of what’s happening!

Willow has teamed up with another version of Willow to help salvage all the problems she has caused. IE. Lily and James being together prematurely. Lily and James splitting up. Lily and Snape going out. Harry’s actual existence being in peril.

And yeah....

Hope you enjoyed it, a new chapter will be up in about a week or so!