Yes, i know it's been done about a million times, but I wanted to try and get the characters as right as possible, and I love the idea of James and Lily getting to know Harry. Who will be in this eventually, in a later book. So, if I get something wrong, don't hesitate to tell me :) I really hope you like it though. I have a few chapters leading up to when they actually start reading the book, because come on, as if they'll start reading the straight away. They have to gather the right people, wait for Lily an James. . . Anyway, I hope you like it :)

Disclaimer: Bro, I SO do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters. Seriously, it all belongs to J.K Rowling. Honestly.

Remus leaned back in his chair, a small smile on his lips. He had not seen his best friend more cheerful than this in a long time. Sirius was joking with the twins, enjoying having kindred-spirited pranksters to appreciate his stories and jokes. Although James, Sirius, Himself, and the rat, he thought with anger, had all been The Marauders, part of a solid brotherhood that had more secrets behind it than just that of its infamous pranks, James and Sirius had really been the closest of them all, literally brothers without blood involved. He, Remus, had to admit that he had been much closer to them both than Peter had, much closer than he had ever let himself believe.

"And, then, boys, James and I, we hexed his head into being twice its size" He heard Sirius telling the twins, laughing and reminiscing all the same. 'Got a bloody double detention too, mind you, but completely worth it."

"Now that is one way to stand up for your mates" Fred said, laughing.

Remus stopped himself laughing with difficulty, as he remembered the size of Aubrey's head that day. He had made a few too many comments about Remus' appearance, and James and Sirius had "Given him what he bloody deserved" as Sirius put it to McGonagall that day. He had to admire James and Sirius' constant nerve when speaking to their favourite professor. Although he would never have admitted it to them at the time, he felt so amazingly wanted and grateful whenever they would stand up for him like that. Yes, his best friends had done so much for him in life so far.

He was glad that Sirius had the twins to talk to about things like pranks and jokes. Sirius always used to say, ever since they were about 13, that Remus was too 'serious' for his own good, and that he needed to be more 'Sirius'. Although he loved a great laugh just as much as, if not more than, the next person, (he was a Marauder at heart, after all), the energy his friends used to be able to evoke in him had slowly faded these last few years. Ever since that fateful Halloween night, to be precise.

He could not find the energy, the curiosity, the Joy that used to fill him anymore, Remus thought as he trudged up the dark stairs a few minutes later.

Sirius was not the type to just sit around, do the right thing (definitely not) and not live anymore. Sirius should have someone to live with, though, especially while stuck in the very house he hated so much. Sirius was very much alive, as he should be. After the years he endured Azkaban, Remus wasn't surprised that Sirius was more upbeat than usual. Despite being back in his hated childhood home, It must be amazing compared to Azkaban. Remus admired him for it, but couldn't bring himself to be just as lively. How could he? With everything going on right now? Not only was he so tired these days, more emotionally than physically, but it brought up too many painful memories. And without that, he didn't know what to do with Sirius sometimes.

James had always been best at that. He understood and agreed with all of Padfoot's jokes, and constantly tried to lighten the mood. People might have thought that Sirius was immature, and sarcastic, and that James was the same to agree with him, but they had never seen his friends the way he had. His friends had not only accepted him as a werewolf after they found out, a feat that adult wizards would never accomplish, being mates with a werewolf, but then gone ahead and become animagi at the age of about 15 just to help him out with his 'furry little problem'.

Opening his bag, Remus pulled out a small album of photos, and flipped to a photo of himself, James and Sirius arm in arm, at the end of sixth year, straight after pulling a particularly successful prank. This picture was perfect, as Peter was not in it, being the one to take the photo, and everyone, Remus noted with a pang, was just so happy, including himself. James was well and truly alive, and although didn't show it as much, still in love with Lily. Sirius was still handsome, defying his family and still had the beautiful hair Azkaban had stolen from him. And, he, Remus, was still happy and certain that, with his friends by his side, maybe he had a future, werewolf or not.

People such as Severus Snape, or Snivellus as he still called him in his head, might have hated the immature, arrogant James Potter and Sirius black with a passion, but it didn't matter what they thought. He, Remus, had known them so much better. True, Prongs and Padfoot had been those things, but who didn't have their faults? Snivellus was obsessed with the Dark Arts, whereas James and Sirius hated them. Lily had her temper and inability to think before speaking when angry. He, Remus had plenty flaws too. And, for goodness sake, they had been teenagers back then. They all, James especially, grew out of it in their sixth years. And, Remus thought as he put the photo away, as far as his best mates, brothers were concerned, all that they had done in the fight against wrong and for the people they loved, outweighed their flaws by far.

"Nox" Remus whispered, extinguishing the light.

14 years in the past:

Albus Dumbledore paced in his office, pondering his next action. The letter that had flashed into existence with a flash of fire, supposedly from his future self, lay in the centre of his desk, drawing his attention to it every few seconds. He strode over to his desk and re-read the intriguing piece of paper again.

Albus,

This letter will arrive to you by a flash of fire. This fire, I assure you, was that of Fawkes, your phoenix. It is also from, far-fetched though it may seem, approximately 14 years in the future. Open-minded towards unexplored kinds of magic you are, I hope you will trust yourself and give this a chance. I, your future self, have discovered a set of books. This set of books is about a certain boy of my time, who was unfortunate enough to lose his parents at an unkindly young age to none other than Tom Riddle himself. I believe you know this boy's parents, a particular young Mr Potter, and yes, I believe you and the rest of the Wizarding world saw it coming, Ms Evans. His persistence did pay off, as you said it would, did it not? Most unfortunately, they were killed by Tom himself a mere year after young Lily gave birth to her first child, Harry. A prophecy made by a, ahem, unlikely Seer, caused Tom to believe that Harry would be the one to defeat him. Though Tom killed his parents, when Tom attempted to finish young Harry, he failed, lost his powers and fled. Young Harry is, to this day, the first to survive a killing curse. The boy is famous, but has never known his parents. The 15 year old has done more than most adults have, I assure you, and he is a true hero, that boy. These books I have discovered are about each of Harry's years at Hogwarts. I believe that they hold the answers too many questions of mine, and possibly the answers to ending the war, and Tom himself. I write to you, to insist that using Fawkes' magic, you send Mr Potter and Ms Evans to the future, to my time, for them to join myself and a few carefully chosen friends to read the books. They would be able to discover the son they never knew. But most of all, Albus, it would give Harry his heart's deepest desire. He sees, when he looks into a mirror you know only too well, his whole family. You, of all people, Albus, know what that is like, do you not?

Yours sincerely,

Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts.

P.s To prove my identity: I enjoy lemon drops, bowling and raspberry jam.

But, above all, I crave the company of my mother, father, Aberforth and Arianna.

He could not think of how this letter could be an attempt at a trap. An impostor could find out his preferred flavour of jam. But his wish for his family was a secret no other soul but he himself knew of. And he had done his research since those few days ago that the letter fist arrived, and he had discovered how his 'future self' must have accomplished this. But, he thought, whether or not to send James and Lily to that time was a matter to be pondered. He knew, of course, about James and Lily ending up together. They were married by now, and indeed, little Harry was a few months old too. He had always said that James Potter's persistence would pay off. He thought of Harry, the boy who he had seen not long ago. So he was to be the one to defeat Tom, at the cost of losing the parents who already adored him beyond anything in their lives. He thought of James' best friends, practically brothers, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew. No, if it gave Harry and countless others the chance to be with, if only for a short time, James and Lily once again, he would not be the one to rob them of that opportunity. He would, for once, forget about the smart thing to do, and let them go. If only for Harry, he would do it.

Albus turned away from gazing out his window as a flash of fire erupted in the centre of his office. Upon seeing a piece of parchment float onto his desk, he hurried over to read it. Hoping against all hopes that his past self would just trust, for this once, he snatched up the parchment to read it.

Albus,

Send the details of when they are expected. I suspect you will need some time as to explain to some people why a 21 year old James and Lily Potter suddenly appeared from nowhere and supposedly form the dead. Minerva, I know for one, would have a heart attack if that was to happen unexplained.

I will not be the one to deprive Harry time with his family, as you know; I should know all about that only too well.

Awaiting your response,

Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts.

Albus smiled, the twinkle in his eyes shining brightly. The hard part of the plan to give Harry an unimaginable gift was over. Now, to decide who was trustworthy enough to invite along. And, of course, to convince them. If only people would open their minds to new kinds of magic. Well, maybe the hardest part of the plan wasn't over yet, Albus thought with a sigh. Tucking the important piece of parchment into his robes, Albus started to make his way towards his sleeping chambers. Tomorrow, he thought, he shall speak to Remus. But for now, sleep beckoned with a welcoming hand.

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