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[gryffindoe]

- on. [That single word is captured on the Dreamberry. Then, Lily's intense eyes come into view. The piercing green observes the device curiously before she moves back.] I haven't a clue where I am. My name is...Lily. Lily Evans.

[She brushes her thick, dark red hair out of her face and smiles uncertainly.]I was in class, trying not to

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1/? Oh so like James w/ the flood of icons

[sonuvasnitch]

[ That...that can't...]

2/?

[sonuvasnitch]

[ But then again it's not as if Somarium keeps people from different times gone, and he's seen pictures of her before, and memories...]

3/?

[sonuvasnitch]

[ And there's no denying that name if anything else. ]

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[sonuvasnitch]

[ But this is the point where Harry has no idea what to say. He's literally speechless and unlike when he first saw his dad this is broad daylight and it's not hard to notice the features on Harry's face that are all too similar to James. ]

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[gryffindoe]

[At first, after seeing his features, Lily assumes it's James goofing around with the Dreamberry.]

Aren't you supposed to be coming to get me?

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[gryffindoe]

[But then...something isn't quite right...]

...James?

[sonuvasnitch]

[ Well at least the question pulls Harry out of his staring session. ]

No...sorry I-I'm not James.

[ And yeah that voice proves it, but there's something about the way he speaks that makes it seem as if there's a lot more unspoken behind that stmnt. ]

[gryffindoe]

Then who are you? [She brings the Dreamberry closer.] You look just like him.

[sonuvasnitch]

[ Though this is the point where you may notice that unlike James, Harry's eyes are a familiar shade of bright green. ]

...My name's Harry.

[ The statement seems a little strained, and not without a swallow before hand as if he's trying to clear his throat. ]

[gryffindoe]

[...huh. That color isn't common. In fact, Lily hasn't ever met someone else with exactly that shade before.]

Harry. [She says the name cautiously.] What's your surname?

[sonuvasnitch]

[ Merlin why does it feel like he's talking through shards of glass in his throat. For some reason it's even harder being able to announce himself to his mother than it was to his dad. ]

Potter...Harry Potter.

[gryffindoe]

... [A brother? But James didn't have - Especially not with those eyes.

A knot tightens in her chest as she remembers something Draco said.]

Are you...James's son? [She is hoping he calls her mad.]

[sonuvasnitch]

And yours, yeah.

[ Well that was about as subtle as Harry's going to get. A similar knot is tightening somewhere between his stomach and chest. He didn't think there was a reason his mother wouldn't like him, or not believe him that he was in fact her son, but more than anyone (and after seeing how the truth had affected Sirius) he didn't want to hurt her. Consequently, he was a little terrified of telling her the truth. ]

[gryffindoe]

And...what?

[James...and her...son.

A son.

He's her...

But she's eighteen!

Not that she doesn't want children in the future.

Were they married when -

Brain stutstutstutter.]

H-Harry.

[sonuvasnitch]

I'm...I guess from your future. I graduated Hogwarts in 1997.

[ Or like Draco he would have graduated had he not been off hunting horcruxes, but wasn't Kingsley nice enough to just let that slide? He supposed technically he did still graduate since really there's no final exam like killing the greatest Dark wizard that ever lived. ]

[gryffindoe]

Which means...I have you in...1980? [So that's...three years from...] You're not playing a joke on me, are you? [She's fairly sure he's not.] I care a lot about James, but - [Marriage isn't... Not yet, at least.]

Are we good parents?