A Twist in Time: Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone

You know the story, Voldemort came to kill the one born at the end of July, how Lily and James Potter died for their son, but what if they didn't die? What if they had a plan? What would happen when Lily and James become the same age as their son?


7. James Potter

"Tuney, look at this. Watch what I can do." said Lily.

Petunia glanced around. The playground was deserted apart from them. Lily had picked up a fallen flower from a bush. Petunia advanced, evidently torn between curiosity and disapproval. Lily waited until she was near enough to have a clear view, then held out her palm. The flower sat there, opening and closing its petals, like some bizarre, many-lipped oyster.

"Stop it!" shrieked Petunia. "It's not hurting you," said Lily, but she closed her hand on the blossom and threw it back to the ground. "It's not right," said Petunia, but her eyes had followed the flower's flight to the ground and lingered upon it. "How do you do it?" she added, and there was definite longing in her voice.

"It's obvious, isn't it?" A voice came from a nearby bush. There was a boy there with long, black hair and mismatched clothes. He was Lily's age, no more than ten or nine, and he was sallow, small, stringy, and had little color in his cheeks. Lily did not know this boy, but she did. Petunia ran away towards the swings while Lily did not move.

"What's obvious?" asked Lily. The boy glanced at Petunia and lowered his voice and said, "I know what you are."

"What do you mean?"

"You're...you're a witch," the boy whispered

Lily was affronted, "That's not a very nice thing to say to somebody!" She turned, head held high, and marched off towards her sister. 

"No!" said the boy. He flapped after the girls in his abnormally large coat, looking very batlike. "You are," The boy said to Lily. "You are a witch. I've been watching you for a while. But there's nothing wrong with that. My mum's one, and I'm a wizard."

Petunia laughed, a high and cold laugh. "Wizard!" she shrieked, "I know who you are. You're that Snape boy! They live down Spinner's End by the river," Petunia told Lily. "Why have you been spying on us?"

"Haven't been spying," said Snape, it was clear this was not how he had been planning this to go. "Wouldn't spy on you, anyway," he added spitefully, "you're a Muggle." Though Petunia could not understand the word, she could hardly mistake the tone. "Lily, come on, we're leaving!" she said shrilly. The sisters left and the scene faded.

"It is real, isn't it? It's not a joke? Petunia says you're lying to me. Petunia says there isn't a Hogwarts. It is real, isn't it?" Lily asked, leaning towards Snape. They were sitting under a small thicket of trees, cross-legged and facing each other. "It's real for us," said Snape, "Not for her. But we'll get the letter, you and me."

"Really?" whispered Lily. "Definitely," said Snape. "And will it really come by owl?" Lily whispered. "Normally," said Snape, "But you're Muggle-born, so someone from the school will have to come and explain to your parents."

"Does it make a difference, being Muggle-born?"

Snape hesitated. His black eyes, eager in the greenish gloom, moved over the pale face, the dark hair. "No," he said, "It doesn't make any difference." The scene faded again.

"I'm just trying to show you they're not as wonderful as everyone seems to think they are." Snape said, Lily and him were at Hogwarts, Lily was leaning against a pillar by the courtyard, looking up into Snape's thin, sallow face. "They don't use Dark Magic, though." She dropped her voice. "And you're being really ungrateful. I heard what happened the other night. You went sneaking down that tunnel by the Whomping Willow, and James Potter saved you from whatever's down there-"

Snape's whole face contorted and he spluttered, "Saved? Saved? You think he was playing the hero? He was saving his neck and his friends' too! You're not going to- I won't let you-" "Let me? Let me?" Lily's bright green eyes were slits. Snape backtracked at once.

"I didn't mean- I just don't want to see you made a fool of- He fancies you, James Potter fancies you!" The words seemed wrenched from him against his will. "And he's not.. everyone thinks... big Quidditch hero-" Snape's bitterness dislike were rendering him incoherent, and Lily's eyebrows were traveling farther and farther up her forehead.

"I know James Potter's an arrogant toerag," she said, cutting across Snape. "I don't need you to tell me that. But Mulciber's and Avery's idea of humor is just evil. Evil, Sev. I don't understand how you can be friends with them." The two walked away and the scene faded.


Snape sat beside Lily's hospital bed, deeply scared of what he had done. But what had he done? As Snape sat wondering, Dumbledore entered the hospital wing. "What happened Severus?" he asked. Snape turned to Dumbledore, "I-I don't know, I was going around, looking at potions," he drew a shaky breath, his personality seemed different, less confident, "I came up to her and placed my hand on her shoulder and- and she fainted." "I see," Dumbledore said.

Lily began to stir and Snape moved closer to her, Dumbledore leaned in. "Potter," Lily whispered in her sleep, so quiet that Snape could not hear her over his heavy breathing, and then she woke. Lily opened her eyes slightly and saw Snape, the intimidating figure, a look of worry stretched across his face. "Sev?" she said quietly, so Snape and Dumbledore could barely heard her. Snape's eyes widened and he now had a look of pure shock on his face, he backed away and left.

Lily sat up, looking after Snape. "Where is he going?" she asked. "Severus has a class, as you might remember Ms. Granger," Dumbledore replied. "Oh, right," Lily said. "Should I go too?" she added after a moment. "No, my dear, you have been excused from the rest of classes today, you are free to go. But I must ask, what was your dream about? I believe I heard the name Potter escape your lips."

Lily considered Dumbledore for a moment, wondering if she should tell of this mysterious James Potter, a name she knew she had heard before, but where? Lily decided against it, she would ask Harry who James Potter was later. "I was having a dream about the first time I met Harry." she lied.

Dumbledore could tell she was lying, but did not push any further, there would be a time to speak of her past life. And so Dumbledore turned to leave, leaving Lily in her thoughts of the 'arrogant toerag' that was supposedly James Potter.


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