I know that I don't work constantly on one book at a time, and I'm really sorry. I just have to many ideas in my head, so please bear with me.

This story may sound strange, but one main reason I started this story is that Harry most likely would not tell his children about his past. He just isn't that way. Plus you find all these fanfictions about Harry going in the past to see the Marauders, so why not Harry's kids going in the past to see a younger version of him, where they find the whole truth?

J. K. Rowling owns Harry Potter

Chapter 1

Al was laying in bed, glad he was back at Hogwarts. Sure he loved the summer and all, but it was nice to get back to Hogwarts, with Quidditch and classes. He may not love the homework, but learning magic was fun.

Just this past summer, for the five millionth time he had asked his dad what his years at Hogwarts had been like. But as always, he evaded it and refused to answer.

"I wish I could find out what it was like then. Why won't he just tell me?" Al said out loud. Luckily everyone in the dorm was asleep.

Al couldn't get back to sleep, so he grabbed the invisibility cloak and the Marauders Map, glad that James had let him borrow the map for this month. He decided that some nighttime sneaking around would get his mind off of the summer.

It was nearly midnight. Al decided he would go to the Room of Requirement. Maybe it would help get his mind occupied with other things. He headed to the seventh floor. He saw the door before he even got over to the room. It must have already known what he wanted. He checked to make sure nobody was nearby and went in.

Inside was some sort of weird mirror, but it didn't look like a mirror. The glass didn't look like glass. It looked more like liquid, but not exactly. Thinking that it would help him in some way he looked in it, but the texture of it made it impossible to see anything. It looked like he could put his hand straight through it. Al touched it, but immediately wished he hadn't. He felt himself being pulled forward, and then blacked out.

When he came around he had a major headache. He groaned. A voice asked, "Are you alright?" He recognized it as Professor McGonagall.

"Yeah." Al said groggily.

"Come on then, I'll take you to Professor Dumbledore."

Al was astonished. Dumbledore had been dead for twenty-four years. How was he here?

Al stood up. His still had a headache, but it wasn't as bad as before. He followed McGonagall. He thought for a moment that they were going to her office, then realized that if Dumbledore was alive it would be his. The only rational explanation was that Al had in some way gone back in time. He just didn't know how.

Al didn't really pay attention until they were in McGonagall…no, he reminded himself. He had to remember it was Dumbledore's office. He looked at the man, staring into his blue eyes, and finally realized exactly what his dad had meant by the him seeming like he was staring into your soul.

"Um…I don't exactly know how I got here." Al started. "You see I was just in the Room of Requirement and now…"

"So I take it you are not Harry Potter?" Dumbledore asked.

Al was taken back. "No…" Al started, then realized the entire truth. He some how gotten sent back to his dad's time. "Professor, can you promise me that you won't tell anyone anything that is said in here?"

Dumbledore looked surprised, but both him and McGonagall nodded.

"My name is Albus Severus Potter. Harry is my dad. I'm from the year 2020. I'm still not sure how exactly I got here. And I can't tell you much more than that because I might change the future in some way."

Both McGonagall and Dumbledore looked surprised, but Dumbledore was the first to speak. "Since we don't know exactly how you got here, we have to wait until we find out, or you find the way back yourself. So the first thing would be, what year are you and what house?"

"I am a fifth year in Gryffindor." Dumbledore chuckled at that. Al was confused. "Why is that funny?"

"Because of the irony. You father is also a Gryffindor fifth year."

Al groaned. "I was hoping that this wouldn't happen, but I think I've always had his luck. Can't we just change my hair color and last name? I could probably keep my nickname, and just change what it stands for."

A few minutes later Al had brown hair. He decided that his last name could be Portkins, so it at least sounded semi-familiar so that he would recognize it. He also decided that a good first name could be Alex, and he could just insist on being called Al.

McGonagall left to get the prefects. Al smiled, remembering that his aunt and uncle were the prefects. He would have to remember to call them by their first names, seeing as he was the same age as them. It was a few minutes, but when they came in, he realized how different they were. Hermione's hair was still bushy, rather than wavy like it would get, and Ron wasn't as tall as he would get, even though he was still pretty tall.

"Ms. Granger, Mr. Weasley, this is Alex Portkins. He is also a Gryffindor fifth year. Please help him through this year."

Yes, Professor McGonagall." Hermione answered.

McGonagall turned to Al. "Be careful Al, and remember."

Al nodded to show her that he wouldn't tell anyone, or change the few things he knew would happen. He couldn't guarantee that the trio wouldn't find out on their own though.

They left Dumbledore's office and the questions began.

"Why are you just coming this year?" Ron asked.

Al thought quickly. He needed a cover story. "My parents died over the summer. They moved around a lot, so I was home schooled."

Hermione hit Ron. "Ronald, you should know better than to ask something like that."

Al was confused. Wasn't it natural for him to be curious? "Erm…what?"

Hermione sighed. "Harry Potter is our best friend. He experiences so much lose in his life that Ron should have been able to control his curiosity, if nothing else out of practice."

"It's alright. I expect I'll get asked that question a lot. It's only natural."

"Still, it must be sad. Harry just experienced a great lose, and still thinks that it's his fault."

"What?"

"Do you know what happened last year?"

"No, mum told me she would tell me, but…"

"Well," Hermione was debating the best way to tell me. "in June, someone whom Harry was starting to like as a friend was killed, and You-Know-Who came back."

"You mean Voldemort." Al said automatically, then mentally slapped himself. He had forgotten that very few people said Voldemort's name at this time.

Ron and Hermione both looked surprised. "You say his name too?"

Al thought up the best explanation he could. "My parents used to say that fear of a name only increases fear of the thing itself."

Hermione smiled. "Dumbledore says that all the time, and Harry has started saying it recently." Al was glad to hear that his dad had no problems saying Voldemort's name, though he never had any doubt.

Then a redheaded girl ran up. "Ron! Hermione!" Al looked and saw his mum a year younger than him. He found that funny.

Hermione turned and saw her. "Hey Ginny. This is Al. He's a Gryffindor fifth year also."

Ginny turned to him. "Hi." Then she turned back to Ron. "Ron, Harry is yelling his head off at Seamus. I don't think Seamus believes him. Can you go talk some sense into him?"

Ron grimaced. "I can try, but he might not listen. Come on Al, I'll lead you to the common room since we're going there anyway.

They ran to the common room and up the stairs to the dormitory. Harry was standing there shouting at a boy who was apparently Seamus.

"Why don't you ask for a transfer then since you can't stand to sleep in the same room I'm in? Then both you and your mum will be happy!"

"What's going on?"

Seamus turned to Ron. "He's having a go at me mum!"

"Only because she believes every stupid thing the Profit says!" Harry retorted back.

"You could tell us what really happened!" Seamus said.

"No! If you want to know so bad you can read the stinking Profit like you mum!" Harry shouted back. Everyone got quiet, then Harry noticed Al. "Who's this?"

"This is Al. He just got here today."

Al set his stuff at the end of his bed and lay down. Nobody was saying anything else. Eventually everyone went to sleep, but Al lay in bed, thinking. He would have to remember tomorrow to take his dad's Marauders Map and change his name on there. They might find out eventually, but until then he couldn't take any chances.

He hoped that he would find a way back soon, but still wondered what this year was like. His parents had never said much about their years at Hogwarts, and here he was able to find out. Even so, he knew four things about his dad's fifth year. First, this was the year that their Defense teacher was the worse. They constantly called her "that old hag." Second, this was the year of the Weasley twins made the legendary flight (no pun intended) from Hogwarts that would be remembered for all time. Third, this was the year that they formed Dumbledore's Army, more commonly known as the DA. And fourth, though Al hated hearing about it, this was the year that Sirius died.

Al just hoped that he would be gone before that, because he would hate knowing that it happened and not be able to stop it for fear that it would change the future so that he didn't exist.

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