Ten Years Later.

"Another time headache, cub?" Remus asked, sitting a pain relief potion in frony of Harry, he nodded.

"I remember you dying, Remus in the falling train."

"I didn't die," Remus reminded him, "it was just the paradox dying, it happened to you and Sirius as well."

"It must have been weird being around Wulfe."

"It's more weird now, I was never even a little bit suspicious of mysef back then." Remus said, "at least I know what kind of professor I am."

Sirius laughed at him as he came out of his room.

Harry smiled, "I remember some Auror training too, pads." Harry looked at him with a sly grin. Sirius shook his head.

"You're never to repeat my language from training days, kid."

Harry sighed. "I don't feel like a kid."

"You're fifteen," Remus said, "sometimes you're a kid, sometimes you're all grown up."

"I've already grown up. Sometimes I wonder if it's a waste of time." Harry said, Remus shook his head.

"It's not a waste of time, you know that."

"Mum and Dad-"

"It must have been their time, cub," Sirius held his shoulder, "that's all we can say, and they would have given their lives for the change you and Remus made in the world. I didn't have to spend twelve years in Azkaban."

"Thanks to you they've cured the werewolf virus, and Neville still has his parents, you have your grandparents, Benjy survived the battle of red sky, my parents are still alive, Regulus wasn't killed in that lake and Sirius is still alive. They would be so proud of yu, Harry."

"You're right" Harry said, "of course your right, even though I couldn't save my parents it was worth it to save Neville's, and my grandparents." Harry smiled his knowing smile, "and you guys are lucky this is the second time around, because you're both horrible with children."

"OI!" Sirius shouted, but they knew he was joking.

"I kind of wish I could have Ron and Hermione back." Harry said. Remus patted his shoulder.

"There was no troll," Remus said, "they never learned to get along, and Ron was the one who walked away, you know what he's missing out on, don't let it get you down, besides he might come around, it could just take some time."

"You, Neville and Luna are so cute together," Sirius said, Harry blushed, which picked Sirius's interest.

"Oooh, Mongrel!" He cried, "has a little crush, so is it Luna or Neville?"

"Luna," Harry said quietly with a little smile. "I think Neville has eyes for Hannah anyway."

"I think cub," Remus said, "that you have a happier life now than you did back then."

Harry nodded with a smile.

"Yeah, I do, I think everyone does."

"Anyway, drink your potion, are you packed? Do you have your prefect badge?"

Harry smiled and nodded, he knew Ron had become prefect before, but without Hermione's nagging and constant help, his schoolwork wasn't going so great, without the worry that his relatives would lock him away for getting good grades, Harry found he enjoyed learning, and he still wasn't the most studious, but he did well, and with the firm knowledge that he would become an aurour he wanted to keep his grades up. Harry grabbed his trunk and handed it to Sirius, letting Hedwig from her cage and he gave that to this godfather too.

"Come on," Remus said, taking the luggage off of Sirius and stacking it next to his fireplace, "you take him to the station, I'll take the stuff through."Sirius nodded and followed Harry to the door of Remus' little workshop, albeit they had added three rooms and improved the furniture, and Sirius grabbed Harry's arm and apparated to London with a crack. They looked around the empty alleyway and Sirius smiled.

"This alley is always empty. Off to the station then," he said and Harry smiled and walked towards Kings Cross. At the beginning of the platform the Weasley's were sending their children through the wall and Harry ignored Ginny and Ron, and waved to Fred and George. They came over, sharing a glance before facing Sirius.

"We'll be sending you another sample today, Mr. Padfoot," George said, Sirius laughed and nodded.

"I'll make sure Remus doesn't find it," he assured them, Harry looked between the twins and his godfather with a suspicious look.

"Mayhaps Mr. Mongrel could get in on this particular enterprise?" Fred said to George, "we could always use a foothold in the younger years."

"Or a poster boy," George suggested, Harry grumbled something unintelligible at him.

"We'll be in touch," George said, and with a salute, he ran off thorough the wall followed by their mother and then Arthur.

Harry glanced around and went through the wall, Sirius followed him.

"What was that about?"

"I'm just thinking of investing," Sirius said, "nothing important."

Harry rolled his eyes and hugged his godfather. Then went to the train and began looking for Luna or Neville.

The Gryffindor and Ravenclaw were in a compartment to themselves, Harry smiled as he entered and his stomach did little flip flops when Luna smiled at him, pushing her coloured Spectrespecs up her nose and patting the seat next to her.

"How was your summer?" Harry asked with a smile, Neville laughed.

"Mum brought me a huge bucket of lollies, and ate most of them, the wrappers lying everywhere drove gran nuts, it was funny."

Luna folded the Quibbler and put it on her lap. "My summer was alright," she shrugged, "daddy had me helping him with the printing press most of it."

Neville stood then, a little blush colouring his cheeks, "I'm going to find Hannah," he said, "I was helping her with Herbology last year, well you know, and we've been writing all summer." Neville smiled and left the compartment, Harry wishing him good luck. Luna gently took his hand.

"You have another headache, don't you?" she asked, Harry looked at her a bit surprised and nodded.

"It's getting closer to the time shift, so they've been getting worse. Finally some of my Auror training is coming back, I should blitz the owls."

"You better help me next year," Luna warned with a smile.

"Of course," Harry said, looking at her curiously as she shuffled next to him.

"Lie down," she demanded, pulling his head onto her lap, he looked up at her big, blue eyes and blushed. She put her fingers to his temples and rubed little circles.

"So, do you remember exactly when you apparated to the past?" Luna asked, he shook his head. Eyes closed.

"Some time at the end of sixth year," he said, "then I'm all out of divination tricks. That feels wonderful."

Luna laughed at him.

"Do you know what will happen between Neville and Hannah?"

Harry opened his eyes, he had approached Luna as soon as she started in his second year, and she had been very shy back then, the bulling from her classmates made her unwilling to make friends. She eventually let him be her friend and very soon after that didn't give a stuff about what anyone else said or did. She was the Luna he remembered one of the only constants. At the very start of last year he told her about the time apparating thing and his dual memories, and, bless her, she had taken it with a grain of sand, she probably understood it better than he did.

Harry knew his life was very different from what it could have been, he knew Ron was like his brother, but the Ron he knew today was hot headed and jealous. He knew Draco Malfoy was a brat, but the Draco he knew today was civil, if a bit sarcastic. He knew Neville was frightened and uncertain, but the Neville he knew was the Neville Harry saw in the department of mysteries, he was brave and confident and a great wizard - a good man. He remembered Hermione Granger as a fiery, intellegent young witch, but today she was quiet and studious, but a friend none-the-less.

Harry changed so much, and he spent every day remembering tragic things that never happened. Whenever he saw Aunt Alice, he saw a white haired woman who was trapped in her own mind and it made him grateful he got that second chance. Nevilee recieved packets of lolies from his mother during the school term, and Harry would remember Alice handing him empty lolly wrappers. He visited with his grandparents. He never thought he could ever have grandparents. He lost some frindships, and he lost some history, and after everything he lost his parents again, and it all stung, but he gained so much more.

A/N; Alright, so I know this might be a bit confusing, so to clarify it better, also to add more substance to the story, I want to do a series of one shots from Harry's POV of events in this story.

The first will be the train attack and what happened after the train fell, which will explain why Remus was acting funny chapter 10 onwards. I will also do a horcrux hunt chapter or two.

Any requests for a certain bit in Harry and Professor Wulfe's POV leave in a review, PM me, owl post, smoke signals or whatever and I'll add it in, I'll also post a chapter on the end of this announcing the publishing of this 'one shots' story, for convenience.

Thank you so much to my readers and reviewers, you're all lovely.

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