A/N Hi guys, I'm back, you cant get rid of me that easy:)

So this is the sequel to 'Two Worlds Clashed' and it is strongly recommended to those who haven't read that one to read it first. For those who have read Two Worlds Clashed this story will continue on directly where that one ends.

I hope that you all enjoy this FF and I am very pleased to announce that it should be much better written than it's predecessor thanks to my wonderful new beta SpicySugar who has already argued, corrected and dismissed me into writing 3 chapters of this story.

Hopefully my posts will be no more than 2 weeks apart though I urge you all to remember that I go to college 5 days a week and work on a saturday so that really only leaves sundays to write which I will try to do though if I think Im gonna be busy I will try and warn you all beforehand.

Anyway, I really hope you all like this FF and please remember to review as much as you can with both good and bad comments, I really want to learn from any mistakes I make.

Thanks and ENJOY!

Sweet Reunions

'Harry?' he opened his eyes to see Hermione's smiling face.

'Did it work?' he asked, looking around the room. They were standing in his bedroom at number 12 Grimmauld Place. What year was it? Harry wondered.

Just as he thought this question Hermione said it and he spun around and spotted a newspaper on his bed. He picked it up, looking for the date. Hermione was watching him eagerly, waiting for an answer.

'August 7th 1998.'

A smile broke across her face. They were home!

He moved across the room towards her and pulled her close, pressing his lips against hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck, deepening the kiss.

'Bloody hell!'

They broke apart and looked towards the doorway to where Ron was standing with a look of pure shock on his face. 'When did this happen?'

'RON!' They both exclaimed simultaneously, moving across the room towards their best friend whom they hadn't seen for nearly a year and pulling him into a tight hug. He gasped with surprise and patted them awkwardly on their backs, looking incredibly confused.

Harry pulled away first, leaving Hermione clinging onto Ron's hand as though she would never let go.

'Good to have you back, mate!' said Harry. Hermione let out a sob and Ron looked to see tears rolling down her cheeks.

'Erm...good to see you too, guys," said Ron. "But what the hell is going on?'

Harry laughed to himself and patted his friend on the back. 'We'll explain later' he said. He suddenly felt exhausted and didn't have to energy to tell the story right now. He realised that this was the first time he had had the chance to physically relax in over a month, after all the stress that he had been feeling about his mother. He moved towards the bed and sat down heavily on it. Hermione looked at him and moved slowly to his side, rubbing his shoulders lightly.

She knew what he must be feeling. Though they were both ecstatic to see Ron alive and well, she knew that Harry had just made a massive sacrifice for her and had entered a world without all of the people he had grown to know and love dearly… a world without his family.

In the place they had just come from, Harry had all of the things that he had dreamed of since he had been old enough to dream. He had a mother to love and care for him with all her heart, who would give him advice and be there for him to just talk or listen to, who would have mindless chatter with him about homework or Hogsmeade. He had someone to be a mother.

But Hermione knew that it was perhaps even harder for Harry to leave his father. He had grown up with an idea that a boy should have a dad to teach him to play sports or do pranks; he had that for short period of time before it had been snatched away from him again. Hermione saw the look in her boyfriend's eyes every time somebody told him he looked like James. It was a look of pride and of longing, a wish to be able to experience what it was to have his father, rather than to just look like him.

'Erm...anyway guys,' Hermione was snatched out of her thoughts and looked up at the redhead in the doorway, 'When did this happen?' Ron asked indicating to Harry's and Hermione's hands, which were now linked.

Harry smiled and said, 'A long time ago.' Hermione laughed. 21 years ago actually, she thought.

Ron shrugged, 'Not that I care of course, but what about Ginny?'

Harry's eyebrows narrowed in confusion, 'Ginny?'

'Oh, never mind,' Ron said, shaking his head, 'Your mum says dinner's ready.' With that he turned and left the room. His footsteps could be heard jumping down the stairs.

Hermione turned to Harry slowly. His eyes hadn't left the spot where Ron had been standing. 'Your mum?' Hermione repeated. They both seemed to be frozen to the bed for barely a moment before they were up and running down the stairs into the kitchen of Grimmauld Place. At the doorway, they both froze.

There was quite a number of people in the room, some preparing food and others just talking. Harry's eyes, however, were immediately drawn to the woman standing in the centre of the room, talking to Tonks.

'Mum?' Harry said, in a voice that was barely above a whisper. His eyes filled with tears and he didn't even feel Hermione's hand on his arm before he ran forwards and pulled his mother into a hug so fierce that it showed that he would gladly never let go. Lily looked shocked for a moment, until Harry pulled back slightly to look into the eyes that were so like his own and she knew immediately. Realisation appeared on her face and she pulled her son towards her closely. 'I'll explain later,' she whispered in his ear, so that only he could hear her. He pulled away reluctantly and looked around the room. Mrs Weasley was serving dinner along with another woman with mousey blonde hair who Harry thought looked familiar, but he couldn't quite recognise. Ron had joined Mr. Weasley and Remus at the table and they were now in deep discussion about something Harry couldn't hear. None of them seemed to have noticed the exchange between him and his mother.

'Lets all sit down,' said Lily, not taking her eyes off of her son. 'Your father and Sirius will probably be a while yet.' Harry started at this statement but moved numbly towards an empty seat at the table and sat down next to an already seated Hermione.

'What the hell is going on?' He whispered. She shrugged, an unfamiliar expression on her face. It was an expression that showed that Hermione Granger didn't understand something, which didn't happen often. For the next 10 minutes, neither Harry nor Hermione said anything. They both just sat picking at their food, Harry's eyes never leaving his mother's face. The first time he looked away was when the fire suddenly roared to life and two figures stepped out, one more gracefully than the other, both laughing.

'Sirius, you've got to stop doing that. I'm Minister of Magic for Merlin's sake; you can't keep turning my assistant into a turtle whenever you get bored.'

Sirius, however, never got the chance to respond before Harry's arms where flung around his neck. 'I can't believe you're here,' he gasped in relief.

'Harry?' came a male voice behind him. He released Sirius and turned slowly. 'You all right, son?' Harry gasped and wrapped his arms around his father, tears now streaming uncontrollably down his cheeks. James glanced over his son's shoulder to his wife who merely nodded. He understood what had happened and hugged Harry tighter. The rest of the meal was spent in an awkward silence, with people shooting confused looks at Harry, who wasn't eating a thing and had a look of pure happiness on his face. When they had finished eating, Harry, Hermione and Ron excused themselves and went upstairs to Harry's bedroom.

'Ok guys, what the hell is going on?' exclaimed the redhead as soon as the door was shut. Hermione sighed and opened her mouth to explain but was interrupted by a knock on the door and without waiting for an answer, Lily and James Potter walked in.

'Harry?' said Lily tentatively. Her son nodded. 'You saved our lives?' He nodded again. Lily then burst into tears and flung herself at her son's neck. 'Thank you, thank you,' she muttered.

'Okay!' shouted Ron suddenly, 'Will somebody tell me what the hell is going on!'

Hermione moved to his side and carefully took his hand, leading him to sit on the bed. 'Ron, we're not the Hermione and Harry you know,' she looked at Harry, pleading for his help with her eyes. He moved and sat on the other side of his best friend.

'We...er...went back in time and must have accidentally changed some stuff,' he looked at his parents who nodded, 'and seem to have ended up in this world.'

Ron's mouth dropped open and he looked at each of them in turn, as though trying to assess whether they were actually telling him the truth or not. These aren't my best friends... These aren't my best friends…

He jumped up suddenly and moved to stand at the other side of the bed with his back against the wall. 'Get away from me,' he spat, 'I don't even know who you are.'

Harry rose slowly, holding his hands out in front of him, 'Ron…'

'DON'T YOU 'RON' ME! WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? COMING INTO THIS HOUSE AND EATING WITH MY FAMILY! YOU'RE COMPLETE STRANGERS!'

Hermione felt her eyes filling with tears, 'Ron, no, we're not strangers. We're your best friends.'

'NO YOU'RE BLOODY NOT! I DONT EVEN KNOW YOU.'

'Ron, please,' gasped Hermione, whispering now, tears running down her face. 'We're your friends.'

'NO YOU'RE NOT! You're just some people who made a big mistake, why the hell were you in the past in the first place?'

'For you,' whispered Harry, and Ron immediately fell silent.

'What?' he said after a moment.

'You died,' said Harry. 'In our world you were killed so we tried to turn back time so that we could save you. We couldn't live without you, Ron. But there was an accident and we went back too far, we were stuck in the past with no way of getting home and when we eventually did get back… we were here. This isn't even our world.' He finished and Ron stared in shock.

'You did it for me?' he asked.

Hermione nodded, 'We love you and we couldn't stand to live without you.'

'Bloody hell,' said Ron, before sitting back down on the bed.

Taking advantage of Ron's silence, Harry turned to his parents. 'How?' he asked them.

James sat down on the couch under the window. 'After we realised who you were we started to piece things together and remember what you'd said. Like the fact you said you parents had been killed when you were a baby.' Lily closed her eyes as though imagining what that would have been like. 'And then there was your obvious hatred for Peter Pettigrew.' James spat out his name like it was dirt. 'We didn't really do it consciously but we sort of pushed him away after you left and by the time we had you he wasn't part of our lives anymore.'

Hermione nodded as the pieces fell into place in her mind. 'So he never became your secret keeper.' James nodded. 'And you two were never killed.'

'We went on to live a good life,' said Lily to Harry, 'and got to see you and Matthew grow up.'

Harry looked up, startled. 'Matthew?' he asked.

'You don't know Matthew?' asked James, as Harry shook his head no. 'Harry, he's your younger brother.' Harry's jaw dropped. He had never thought that his parents might have had more children if they had been given the chance but he thought now that it was quite probable.

'He's fourteen now, three years younger than you,' explained Lily, 'though you two couldn't be more different,' she laughed. 'If you were twice the trouble he was you'd still be more controllable.' Ron laughed at that, an evil glint in his eye as he remembered what she was talking about.

'Anyway,' said James, 'you two must be exhausted. We'll let you sleep.' With that, he and Lily got up and moved to the doorway.

'Good night.' Lily kissed Harry on the head on her way out and he smiled before lying back on his bed.

'Erm...guys?' said Ron, suddenly looking nervous. 'Are you two together?'

Hermione smiled and nodded.

'Oh,' he said, 'that might he a problem.'

Harry sat up again, looking worried, 'Why?'

'Because of Ginny,' said Ron.

'What about her,' asked Harry.

'Erm...' Ron cleared his throat nervously, 'You and her are getting married...'