Harry was frozen on the spot.

His heart was beating so loud he could hear it in his ears. His hands began to tremble, adrenaline pumping through his whole body, his eyes darting around as he slowly began to feel lack of air. A bead of sweat trickled down his forehead. His mind was foggy, he couldn't register anything. He couldn't hear anything, as of water has filled his ears.

Moreover Why couldn't he breath?

He felt a hand creep up his shirt and his neck until it came, gripping his messy hair tight.

Suddenly, the reality came bursting inside Harry, the water feeling in his ears disappeared, and his mind cleared. He realised someone's lips were on his which is why he couldn't breath. He crossed his eyes to see a beautiful redhead inches away, apparently her lips on his.

Ginny? Was that her?

No. It can't be her. Ginny doesn't kiss like an animal.

His lungs contracted at the lack of air and he placed his hands on the redhead's shoulders and pushed her away rather rashly, her warm lips leaving his , so that Harry and she both stumbled away from each other.

Harry gasped, sweet air rushing inside his lungs as he clutched his heart. He kept taking in staggering breaths, his mind and body still in shock with what happened. He looked up to see the person who kissed him.

All the air Harry had taken in inside his lungs vanished.

Lily Evans. Standing all confused looking at Harry. He just kissed Lily Evans. His mother.

His mother.

Harry clapped a hand over his mouth, feeling tainted. A look of dawning comprehension passed through Lily's face and her green eyes widened. She took a step towards him, which made Harry immediately back away, tripping on his robes.

"Don't." He choked out and retched loudly before slamming his hand again on his mouth.

Hurt. That's the only expression Lily had on her face when she saw him retching. "Harry I....."

He didn't wait for her to complete. It was just too much for him to handle. Harry was already going through lot of stress regarding his scar and disturbing visions and this was just another problem.

What does life want from him?

Harry dragged his unwilling feet to the nearest bathroom, trying to push down the bile building up his throat.

His mother. He just kissed his teen mother.

Harry retched again, this time he felt liquid wet the hand on his mouth. He quickly slid inside the bathroom, kick open a cubicle and knelt down the toilet, pouring out the contents of his stomach in it.

Lily stepped forward, anger written across her face but did the unexpected. She grabbed Harry's collar and pressed her lips on Harry's cold, soft ones.

Another nauseous feeling at the memory. He vomited out plain bile as it kept repeating.

"Ginny......" Harry croaked, his throat dry as a sob escaped his lips. He punched the wall of the cubicle with frustration. "Why is it always me?"

More sobs wracked through his body, wondering why in the world was he crying. Self pity? Regret? Disgust?

Lily deepened the kiss, her lips moving gracefully against Harry's stiff ones.

"Ugh!" Harry screamed gripping his hair, almost taking out chunks of it. Did he really feel he liked the kiss?

A tear rolled down Harry's cheek. It's just too much. Everything is too much. Lily needs to marry James or else he won't be born! He will just vanish!

Harry got up, wobbling slightly and headed out towards the basin. He let out a shaky breath as he supported himself by the basin and looked at himself at the mirror.

He was a complete mess. Hair sticking out in every direction making him look like a haunted ghost. Green eyes red, and cheeks hollow. He looked skinnier than usual.

Harry closed his eyes as he ran a hand through his already horrible hair.

Few more months Harry. And then you will be back with Ginny, Hermione and Ron.

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Loud knocks on the door broke Harry's peaceful sleep. Harry groaned loudly trying to block out that irritating noise by pressing the pillow on his ears.

"Go away." He said, pressing the pillow harder on his ears. Who was it now? Can't he sleep in peace? It seemed like it was barely a minute he just collapsed in his bed and some human in form of devil knocking his door.

He heard an exasperated sigh outside. "Mr. Jones, you have a class to teach in the next five minutes and if you will not come out this instant I will blast your door open." A strict voice said firmly.

Harry made a sound of frustration. "No."

"At the count of 3 Jones. 1."

"Stop acting like you're my mother go away!"

"2." The voice said, ignoring him.

Harry gritted his teeth. He was so sure it was Rachel outside.

"3.  That's it I'm blasting this damn thing."

Harry kicked the covers off and leapt out of his bed. "Okay okay! Give me a second." He pulled open the door of his room to meet a woman in her dark green robes, her black hair pulled into a tight bun.

McGonagall raised an eyebrow. "I wonder how Dumbledore appointed you Jones."

Harry grinned, despite of himself. "The job is cursed professor. He had no choice."

McGonagall shook her head looking at him disapprovingly. "You missed breakfast Jones. You have -" she glanced at her watch. "- exactly 3 minutes for your next class. You already missed a class with the 4th years."

Harry rubbed his eyes beneath his glasses wearily. Teaching was not his cup of tea. "So which year students I have to teach?"

"7th years. Good luck. You have 2 minutes left now." With that McGonagall left the staffroom, leaving Harry frozen as yesterday's events came rushing back to him.

"Oh no no no no." He muttered, bringing his face in his hands so that Harry's glasses poked him in the nose.
Lily. He has to face her today. In fact now. And he has no idea how to deal with it.

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"Shucks." Harry mumbled trying very hard not to trip on his blue robes as he sprinted towards the DADA class room. He was 15 minutes late and Merlin knows the condition of the class considering the Marauders occupying it now.

Harry pushed open the mahogany door to meet a scene just how he had expected it to be. Right in the middle of the class, James was duelling Sirius, shooting him with not-so-light jinxes, class howling their names in the background as they had made a circle around the classroom. James shouted a spell, which Harry was pretty sure Sirius could not be treated with even in St.Mungos.

"PROTEGO!" Harry bellowed and James's hex richoted off the invisible shield, hitting the wall and making a huge dent on it.

The class turned to see it's caster, and the cheers died down almost immediately as they saw Harry's murderous look. He saw Lily looking at him full of determination out of the corner of his eye, but he ignored her. Sirius could be injured and he would NOT like that.

Harry stormed towards James, who was looking at the green eyed man full of alarm and stepped back quickly.

"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING!?" Harry roared at his father's face, his hands curled into fists to stop then shaking with fury. "YOU COULD HAVE INJURED HIM BADLY!!"

"It was just for fun - " James began defiantly but Harry cut him off, his temper rising.

"FUN? ITS FUN TO HURT YOUR OWN BEST FRIEND?" Harry yelled into the silence at the crowd's eyes darted from James to Harry like seeing players in a tennis court.

James was turning redder by the second. He did not like attention which embarassed him. "I thought you were a cool professor -"

"COOL? YOU EXPECT ME TO BE COOL IN SUCH A SITUATION? HOW WOULD YOU HAVE FELT IF SIRIUS DIED HUH?"

That shut James up. He gave a side glance at Sirius, who was staring at Harry with his mouth hanging open. James opened his mouth to say something but closed it immediately. Harry was actually right.

Harry closed his eyes and sighed. He was just so tired. Tired with all the things going on. He pinched the bridge of his nose, trying the relieve the tension building up and the splitting headache peircing his skull.

"Detention. Both of you." He said finally and strode towards his desk to sit down. He was feeling quite dizzy. "Today, in the trophy room at 8. Class dismissed."

The class immediately hurried out, whispering to each other about just what happened, the great James Potter being scolded by Harry Jones, the first teacher to do so. Soon, the murmuring class left leaving Harry with his headache all alone. He sat down on his chair and buried his head in his hands taking a deep breath.

Life was just a mess. Nothing can be normal for Harry Potter wherever he goes. He has finally realized it. It will not be easy for these last months to pass either without trouble. He just knew it. He could feel it.

Harry heard footsteps approaching his desk. "Yes?" Harry asked tiredly, not even looking up.

"Thanks Harry about yesterday." A calm, familiar voice said.

Harry looked up. The Sandy haired boy smiled at him sheepishly. "James told me how you, er, delivered me in the shreiking shack. Without you, I would have killed everyone."

Remus shuddered at that. "I don't know how you know about......me being a....a werewolf," he whispered the last part. "But I'm very thankful to you for not letting anyone know. Thanks Harry."

Harry nodded at Remus, smiling at him back. "It's alright. Tell those blithering idiots to stay with you next time."

Remus chuckled lightly. "Yeah. Er, Harry? It seems weird you know a lot of stuff about us considering you just joined Hogwarts." He said eyeing Harry in a scrunitizing way.

Harry suddenly perked up. Please don't let this conversation steer that way Harry though desperately.

"I have always noticed some weird behavior from you. You also look similar to James in a way and you act like you know us so well." Remus continued, his eyes all serious, making Harry really uncomfortable.

"Er, Remus? I think Rachel is calling me......" He said nervously. Yeah right. And Remus would believe such a stupid excuse easily.

Remus pulled out a worn out but blank parchment. Harry's eyes widened at it. He knew what was coming. How could he not think of this!!??

"This is a little useful and truthful map you see. It shows everyone in the castle. The map never lies you know. It sees even through disguises." Remus said, cocking his head to the side. Harry swallowed hard.

"What are you trying to say?" Harry whispered, though very sure what Remus is trying to say.

Remus pulled out his wand and muttered something, and ink began spreading like spider webs around the pages from the spot where Remus's wand was. He opened the map and pointed at a particular dot. The dot just besides another dot labeled 'Remus Lupin'

"So, Harry Potter. Who exactly are you?"

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