Albus stirred slowly back into consciousness. He rolled is neck, which was extremely sore from the position he'd been lying in and tried to rub the sleepiness away from his eyes. His eyes opened slightly and he saw a pare of beautiful emerald green almond shaped eyes (much like his own) staring at him, which he assumed to be his father's.

"Dad?" Albus muttered sleepily, closing his eyes again.

"Dad? I'm a girl!" A young girls voice giggled.

Albus's eyes fluttered open and he wiped them clear of the haze that was covering them. He saw a very pretty girl, who looked around the same age as himself, sitting on the edge of his bed. Her eyes looked identical to his own and his fathers, however her hair was a fiery red like his sisters.

Albus sat up and looked around, and he recognised the location as the Hospital Wing in Hogwarts. Albus had visited there when James got knocked out by a bludger in a Quidditch match last year. Although, it looked slightly different to how Albus remembered it, he thought nothing of it. He took the glass of water that lay on the table beside him and sipped it slowly.

"Sorry, I thought you were my dad," Albus smiled, "I'm Al, but the way, Albus Potter."

"Oh, are you James's brother?" The girl asked.

"Yeah," Albus replied, "Do you know him?"

"I met him at the sorting yesterday," she smiled.

Albus looked down at her and back up at her face, racking his brain for any recognition or memory of the girl. He hadn't remembered seeing her at the sorting. Surely he would've noticed her if he had. Her eyes definitely would've caught his attention. They were remarkably identical to his own, as well as a famous Potter stereotype.

"I'm sorry, I don't remember seeing you at the sorting," Albus said, taking another gulp of water, "What was your name?"

"Lily Evans," the girl smiled sweetly, sticking out her hand for Albus to shake.

Albus spat out his water.

It came flying out of his mouth and went all over himself, the bed, the floor and all over poor Lily's face. She squealed loudly (like anyone would if they were spat on!) and stood up, attempting to wipe herself clean.

"I'm so sorry!" Albus apologised genuinely, covering his mouth with his hand.

"It's okay, don't sweat it," Lily shrugged kindly.

"What is going on in here!?" A voice bellowed.

Just then, a much younger looking Poppy Pomfrey, entered the hospital wing and strutted up to Albus and Lily. Albus was amazed at how different and how much less aged she looked. What cream did she use? Miracle cream apparently. Then again, anything was possible in the wizarding world.

"I'm sorry to bother you Madame, but Albus here accidentally spilt his water," Lily explained.

"I see," Madame Pomfrey nodded, casting a quick spell and causing the water to vanish.

"Thank you," Lily smiled.

"Five more minutes, dear, then I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave," Madame Pomfrey responded, leaving the hospital wing.

"So, are you a Gryffindor, Lily?" Albus asked as politely as he could, whilst still trying to battle his shock.

"Yeah, I am. What house are you in? I don't remember seeing you at the sorting either," she frowned.

"Oh, I'm a Gryffindor too," Albus gave a weak smile.

"That means we'll have a lot of classes together, seeing as we're both in the same year," Lily pointed out.

"Oh, okay, cool," Albus's reply was met with a long silence before he spoke again. "Erm...Lily..?"

"Mhm?" She hummed in reply, playing with her finger nails.

"Er...why am I in the Hospital wing?" He asked awkwardly.

"I was wondering if you could answer that, actually," Lily responded, "But I found you and a bunch of other people in the Gryffindor common room this morning, including that boy over there."

She pointed to the other side of the room, where Albus noticed a motionless James Sirius Potter lying in the end bed. His eyes widened when he saw this, which Lily noticed but decided not to question.

"You and him suffered the worst," she explained, "Everyone else was up a couple of hours ago. I'm not sure where they went, probably to their dormitories, seeing as it's a Saturday."

"Y-you don't know who he is?" Albus stammered, rather confused.

Lily had asked him if he was James Potter's brother. How could she not know who he was? Other than the fact that their family was famous, she had just claimed to have met him at the sorting yesterday. So why was she referring to James as 'him' and 'that boy over there'?

That's when a rather sudden and shocking and thought hit Albus across the head. His brother wasn't the only James Potter to ever live, and here he was, talking to Lily Evans. But no...surely it couldn't be. Although he was was baffled at first, it only took Albus a couple of seconds to realise what was going on. A younger looking Madame Pomfrey and a little girl by the name of Lily Evans was all the evidence he needed. He was in the past.

"Why? Should I know him?" Lily frowned, looking over at James, snapping Albus out of his thoughts.

"Erm...no. Nevermind, that was just me babbling," Albus attempted to dismiss the subject.

Lily looked at him suspiciously, and then her eyes met his. Albus tried to loose eye contact with her, but it was too late now. She'd seen. She'd realised. There was no going back.

"You have my eyes," she whispered.

"A lot of people have similar looking eyes," Albus tried to disregard yet another uncomfortable subject.

"But..." She trailed off.

"These are just a disguise," Albus lied, "My eyes are actually brown. I don't know how to take the charm off. I'll have to ask the friend who put it on."

Albus made a mental note to himself to ask Teddy to make his eyes brown.

"I could try, if you wa-" Lily began, taking her wand out of her pocket.

"No, no, it's okay," Albus cut her off rather hastily, "It's...um...it's really advanced magic. I'd rather not loose my eyesight."

"Oh, okay," a disheartened Lily muttered.

"Sorry," Albus apologised, not wanting to get off on the wrong foot, "That was rather rude of me."

"No, it's fine," Lily smiled, "Um, I wanted to ask you...Why did you think I was your dad? Since I am so obviously not."

"Oh, it's just...my dad...he um...he...he has...erm...he has red hair," Albus lied, failing miserably at making it sound convincing.

"You don't really sound so sure," Lily laughed, although Albus knew she was serious about this topic.

"Yeah, I'm sure. I'm just kind of tired," he shrugged.

"Okay," Lily said, still not seeming to fully believe him, "And why did you spit your water out when you heard my name?"

Albus quickly flashed through all the possible responses in his head. His first option was the truth; definitely not going with that. He considered telling her that his sister's name was Lily (it was, after all, a common name) but decided against it, after realising that she might change her name for the sake of being in the past. He eventually came to the conclusion to give a flat out lie, which randomly sprung, on cue, into his mind.

"I wrote a book, and the main character was Lily Evans," Albus lied and shrugged to make it seem more believable, "Lily and Evans are both quite common names."

"Right..." Lily continued to eye him suspiciously.

He desperately wanted to change the subject from him. After all, there were several suspicious things about him, and Lily was not a fool; in fact, she seemed quite wise. But Albus was wondering if everyone had been sent back in time with him and James, so that's the question he decided to ask.

"How many of us were there?" Albus asked.

"Somewhere between twenty and thirty probably," Lily shrugged.

A surge of relief washed over Albus like a fountain. But then he pondered the thought. Was it really a good thing that they'd all been sent back? Who would alert their parents? What would happen to them in the past? Would they ever get back? And soon enough, Albus's relief had turned back into panic.

"I-" Albus began.

"Lily, time to leave!" Madame Pomfrey called from her office.

"Coming Madame!" She replied politely. "Bye bye Albus Potter."

"Er, Lily. My surname isn't Potter," Albus frowned as though he didn't know what she was talking about.

Albus realised that he shouldn't let Lily know that he was actually a Potter, as that would definitely end up blowing his whole cover in the end.

"But you said it was!" Lily retorted indignantly, standing near the end of the bed, with her hands on her hips.

"I think you may have heard me wrong," he added.

"What is it then?" She asked, her eyebrows slightly raised.

"Wotter," Albus said out of instinct, "Sorry, I probably mumbled it when I told you earlier. I have a tendency to mumble a lot of things."

"Oh, that's-" Lily began.

"Lily!" Madame Pomfrey shouted sternly from her office.

"Bye Lily," Albus chuckled, not wanting to get on the matron's wrong side.

"See ya Albus," Lily smiled merrily, skipping off.

Albus then didn't know what to do next. He was stuck in the past, and he didn't even know what year it was or how he got here or how to get back! He didn't know where everyone else was, what they were doing, or if they knew what was going on.

Albus sat there thinking about the conversation he had just had with Lily Evans when a pang of guilt hit him. He suddenly realised that he had just had a proper conversation with his Grandmother. His grandmother, who died when his father was one. Albus had just had the opportunity that his dad had forever craved, yet here he was, instead of his father. Albus felt immensely guilty about this, so he tried to sway his mind from it

He ran over to James who was still asleep and attempted to wake him.

"James," he whispered, shaking his brother lightly, "James?"

"Five more minutes," James groaned in his sleep, attempting to swat Albus' arm away.

Albus just sighed and rolled his eyes.

"JAMES!" He whisper-shouted, shaking his brother aggressively.

"What?!" Jame sat up, irritated.

"We've time traveled!" Albus whispered in a hurry.

"Very funny Al. Let me go back to sleep," James replied.

"James, I'm not lying," Albus said.

"And I'm not listening," James spat rather grumpily, wrapping his head in his pillow so that his ears were blocked.

"I just had a conversation with Lily Evans!" Albus continued, "Our Grandma!"

"Albus, whatever joke this is, it's not funn-" James began.

"James, where'd you get that?" Albus asked, his eyes enlarging to the size of golf balls as he noticed the gold chain around James's neck.

"Ah...Dad's office?" James replied in a questioning tone, obviously preparing for his brothers worst reaction.

"James!" Albus scolded.

"What is it anyway?"

"It's a time turner, you idiot!"

"Oh..."

"I think we're somewhere in the 1970's," Albus explained, "We need to go find the others."

"The others are here?" James asked.

"Every one who was in the room with us," Albus nodded.

"Well...it was nice knowing you bro," James said sarcastically.

"This isn't exactly a time where I appreciate your snide and sarcastic remarks James," Albus sighed.

"I'm just saying, I'll never survive," James shrugged.

James's last word lingered in the air for a long time before Albus was able to grab hold of it. James was right. They might not survive, because in this time Voldemort was in the process of gaining followers, as well as power.

"James...this is not good. We're in a time when You-Know-Who is alive. We might die!" Albus whimpered.

"Don't be such a coward Al! I really don't understand why the sorting hat put you in Gryffindor," James remarked.

"Because I asked it to," Albus mumbled to himself.

"What?" James asked.

"Erm...nothing," Albus lied.

"Whatever," James dismissed, "Look, let's just go find the others and we can sort it out from there."

"Okay. Wait...Wasn't Scorpius in the room?" Albus asked, as the sudden thought struck him.

"You mean we brought Malfoy with us?" James replied, disgusted, "Why was he in the Gryffindor common room? He's a Slytherin!"

"And Jessica came down to get her book too!" Albus exclaimed.

"Why do these things always happen to us?" James asked with a sigh.

"Name one other time something like this has happened to us," Albus argued, turning his head 90° to face his brother as they walked towards the exit.

"It happened to our parents," James shrugged.

"Whatever, let's just go find the others," Albus sighed, "How exactly do you and your sublime skills expect to do that?"

"What? Find the others? I think I have a little something that might help," James grinned, as he took a bare piece of parchment from the back pocket of his jeans.

~~~~~

~I solemnly swear that I am up to no good~

First of all...Whoops. This chapter was over 2000 words, which I said would be the maximum. But I couldn't stop writing! I loved writing it so much, that I wrote it before I had written Chapter 4.

Anyway...looks like the next generation are in for a bumpy ride.
My question today is:

Do you like how Lily was written? Do you think it portrays her personality? Is there anything you would change about her or that conversation with Albus?

Alright, technically that was three questions. Oh well, too bad, I'm counting it as one.

As always, please comment, vote and leave your opinion. I updated a day early, because I'm going on a Holiday tomorrow and I don't know if I'll have wifi and all that. So if I'm inactive...I suppose that's why.

This is only the ninth chapter and I'm running out of witty things to say for the disclaimer, and I'll eventually come up with/find some more. But for now...I don't own Harry Potter.

~Mischief Managed~
Alannah