They say Lily and James Potter died on the fateful Halloween night. But, the thing was, James' body was never found. Some stories, they have him come back to life or Voldemort doesn't kill him. But in this story, a time turner smashed, as the jet of green light was an inch from his heart... A WEEK AFTER SECOND YEAR

Smash

Chapter One:

Smashed Turner

He felt the world spinning around him.

His vision was blurred, he could see nothing and everything all at the same time. There was a rushing noise in his ears, pounding against his skull, shaking his brain so much that he couldn't think. His chest was being squished and he couldn't get any air into his lungs. It was almost like he was underwater.

And then, his stomach gave a jolt and he was lying, face down, on the floor.

Something broke with a loud smash!

He wanted to lift his head, see what had broke, where he was, but he couldn't. The floor was cold against his skin, his breaths coming out in short gasps. The rushing was still coursing through his head, pounding against his ears, black spots dancing around his vision.

... Lily... Harry...

... no...

Everything went dark.

Dumbledore paced his office, his brow frowned. Mist pressed against the glass of his window, the cresent moon beaming merrily, the stars twinkling like a thousand winking eyes.

How?... he was supposed to be dead... but then again, his body had never been found... could this have been what had happened? Could this man, who was supposed to have died with his wife, have traveled through time? And if so, was it on purpose or an accident?

Dumbledore shook his head slowly, before collapsing into his plush armchair. He picked up a Lemon Drop from the silver tin on his desk and unrapped the wraper, before plopping the sweat into his mouth.

Either way, how was he supposed to explain this to Harry? Dumbledore thought, as he sucked on the Lemon Drop. And what about Remus? Heck, what about the hole Wizarding World?

He sighed, leaning back in his seat. Madam Pomfrey had been in a complete shock when he'd taken him to the Hospital Wing. Dumbledore can't really blame her.

Dumbledore closed his eyes and slid his worn hands behind his glasses and rubbed at his eyes.

Let's just see how this turn's out.

Because Dumbledore's plans have changed drasticly. For there is a possibility that this man, who might have traveled through time, who might have done the impossible, might be James Potter, who might as well be alive.

James woke with a groan. His head was pounding. The only time he'd woke with a headache such as this, it had been his 20th birthday and the Marauders had gotten drunk. Next morning, he had woke to a rather nasty hangover and a furious Lily.

His heart dropped.

Lily... his wonderful, fantastic, beautiful wife... and Harry, his beautiful, perfect baby boy... and that blinding flash of green light, along with high pitched, cruel laughter...

James bolted up, his eyes snapping open, as if he'd just been shocked.

Arm's pushed against his chest, "Lie back down, Potter, you've had a nasty shock."

James let the women push him back against the pillows. He took in his surroundings. He was in the Hospital Wing, at Hogwarts. And the women was Madam Pomfrey. But she looked older.

"Where's Lily and Harry?" James asked, his voice hoarse. He began coughing.

Madam Pomfrey poured some water down his throat once he had stopped enough to not choke on it. She sighed, setting the now half empty glass back down, "What's the last thing you remember?"

James looked at her, his brow wrinkled in confusion, "Voldemort. He came to Godric's Hollow... I told Lily to take Harry and run... and then there was a flash of green light..." He tried to remember past that, but couldn't.

"James," Madam Pomfrey sighed. The young man stared at her, surprised at being adressed by his first name. Madam Pomfrey sighed again, before continuing, "At the same time of the attack, a time turner smashed in the Ministry of Magic. We don't know why or how, but it's sent you into the future." she took a deep breath, "It's been 11 years since the death of Lily Potter and, until now, you."

James stared, his mouth agape. Madam Pomfrey continued, "Lily died to protect Harry. We don't know how, but Harry survived the Killing Curse. It rebounded and hit You-Know-Who."

James continued to stare. But then something registered in his shocked brain. "Harry survived? My- My son's alive?"

Madam Pomfrey smiled and nodded, "Yes, he's just finished his second year."

James gave a relieved laugh, slumping against the pillows. His son, his beautiful, wonderful, perfect little baby boy was alive. Where was he now? Has he been living with Sirius? But then his heart filled with dread. No one else knew that Sirius had been a decoy... what had been his old friends fate?

"Where's Remus and Sirius?" James asked.

"Remus," Madam Pomfrey said, "Has been traveling the world ever since that Halloween night. I haven't heard from him since." then her face darkened, "As for Black, don't worry about him. He's in Azkaban, where he belongs, top security-"

"NO!" James shouted, bolting up.

Madam Pomfrey looked taken aback, "What?"

"Sirius is innocent!" James said, "He was a decoy! Peter was our Secret Keeper!"

Now it was Madam Pomfrey's time to stare at him, "Black? He-He was a decoy? Dear Merlin... that poor boy..." She soon regained her posture, "We must tell Dumbledore immediantly. Though we won't be able to declare him innocent until we've declared you alive."

James nodded, relieved. "What about Harry? When can I see him?"

"That will have to wait," Madam Pomfrey said, "Now, get some rest."

James sighed, before lying against the pillows and greeting slumber, wondering what Sirius and Remus were doing, if they were alright, and, most of all, who his son has grown to be.