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Summary: The usual time travel story. Harry goes back in time and meets his parents, how will he deal? How will his parents deal? Takes place after the 5 book

Author's Note: Hi everyone. I know it has been a very long time since I updated, but I am now giving you the next chapter, so I hope you can forgive me and just enjoy. In addition, could you all give me an early present and review…please.

Time Travel on First Class.

Chapter 9 – Who The Hell Is Master Yoda

There was silence in the kitchen; all was waiting on Harry to tell who had betrayed Lily and James. However, Harry still didn't know if it was a good idea to tell them everything. Finally, he decided against it, it wouldn't do any good, it would only hurt everyone, and it wouldn't change anything in time, so Harry figured it was easiest just to spare his parents.

"I can't tell you." Before there could be any protests, Harry quickly gave his reasons. "I just don't think it would do any good, I know that doesn't make any sense, but that is just the way I feel." He felt bad seeing their disappointed faces, but for now he just have to deal with that, there was a lot more in his life that would make them sad.

"Well, if that is the way you feel, we can't really do anything about that, so please carry on." Harry looked at his mother, feeling a lot of gratitude, for not making him say it.

As Harry started thinking about it, he didn't really know if it was such a good idea, to tell too much about his life, he knew that they would forget everything once he was gone. Nevertheless, what if something happened, what if he told them something about Voldemort coming back, or Sirius dieing. Could he change something? Maybe just a little? Merlin knows he wanted to. But what if that little something ended with someone else hurting, what if one of the Weasleys died, or Hermione or someone who completely else who didn't deserve to get hurt. 'No, it's better to just keep their knowledge of the future to a minimum; they already know their going to die.' Harry thought bitterly.

"I am willing to tell you about my life, but I don't think I should tell too much, we can't be sure I won't chance anything."

"But didn't Dumbledore say that we would all forget," Sirius asked, Dumbledore had said he wasn't sure that they would forget, but still. He didn't understand why Harry was so unwilling to tell about the future, could it really be that bad. "And even if it did change something, maybe it would be for the better." While he said this he kept his eyes on Lily and James, and they all knew of what changes he hoped for.

"But what if it wasn't for the better," Lily asked, looking at the table, grief could be seen in her eyes.

"Lily is right," Remus began. "What if it meant someone who was destined to live ended up dead." They all wanted Lily and James to live, but what would the consequences be.

"So we agree that Harry shouldn't tell too much about the future," Lily replied, it was obvious that she was very curious, but they could all see the reason in not telling too much, nobody could know what the future would bring, if they started changes things. They all nodded in agreement.

The kitchen filled with an uncomfortable silence that seemed to last for hours, instead of the couple of minute it really lasted. Harry was staring at his hands on the table, he could feel the eyes on him, but he just couldn't raise his own to meet the curiosity. At long last, he took a deep breath and looked up, they were all smiling, not with an overly curious look, which he had expected, but with understanding and trust. Slowly he smiled back and started to relax.

"Well, how about we forget all about the future for a while, and have some fun," James started. "And since we agreed to stay home, and go shopping another day, thank Merlin for that, how about we have a game of quidditch, The Potters against Black and Lupin." You could always trust a marauder to lighten the mood, and Harry could think of nothing better then to fly and feel the wind in his hair, while at the same time being with his family. Lily, however, was frowning'

"Why do you guys always think quidditch will solve everything, and could you please tell me what it is about shopping that is so terrible, all you have to do is sit and wait for me to pick everything out and then carry the backs, is that really SO horrible." Doing her little speech, she had put her hands on her waist, and was giving them all pointed looks. Without even looking at each other, all the boys, including Harry, replied with a very clear.

"Yes."

"It boring, and I don't think I would be a very good father, if I let my son be exposed to such a horrible form of torture." Lily just rolled her eyes at her husband.

"I fully agree with there Prongs," Sirius continued, faking a very serious teachers voice. "It would be good for the boy, we can't know that kind of traumas he will end up getting. I say it's too dangerous."

"I'm sorry Lily, but I think I have to agree with them," Remus admitted, while pointing at the two other marauders. "Besides, if we don't come, you don't have to listen to them complain, and you don't have to be afraid they will sneak off at some point."

"And," Sirius said, with a smile, "You don't have to look for us, when you find out we have taken off."

"Exactly, and wouldn't be nice not to end up yelling at us for leaving," James walked over to Lily, put one arm around her waist and waived the other arm in front of her, as if he was painting the picture for her. "Just imagine how nice it would be, you could flu Alice or another of your girlfriends and you could all go shopping," While he was taking, the others had a hard time trying not to laugh. The same went for Lily, who had to bite her lip so she would burst out, at the boys lame attempts to get out of shopping. However, the idea of having a day with just the girls, didn't seem like such a bad idea.

"Ugh, fine. I give, you can stay home, and I will go with the girls," She finally told them, and then added with a huff. "The things you'd say and do to get out of shopping," she chuckled once, gave James a kiss on the mouth and walked out of the room, to flu her friends.

"Why do I get the feeling you have done this persuading-thing before," Harry asked, as they all vent outside with some brooms. Lucky James always had extra brooms at his house.

"It might have happened a few times before" Sirius answered with a smile. "Don't worry, we'll teach you how to do it."

"Yes, but it is a very powerful thing," James said, trying to make his voice sound all mysterious. "It is a force that should not be taken lightly." Remus started to go along with the 'mysterious-force' thing.

"You must never use the force for evil, and it must only be in hopeless situations where you see no other way out." Harry couldn't take it any more, and he ended up bursting out in laughter

"You are starting to sound like a Star Wars movie," Okay, he knew they properly had no idea of what Star Wars was, being as they weren't muggle, but still. He was right, they all looked confused, and Sirius was the one to ask.

"What is Star Wars." Harry decided to have some fun.

"Well, Master Yoda, a muggle thing, it is." Even though Harry was finding it all very funny, the others didn't have a clue, as to what he was taking about, which only made it that much funnier.

"I'm really confused," Remus said.

"Yeah, me too," James replied. "Look at what you've done Sirius, my son has lost his mind, and its all your fault." Before Sirius could ask how he was to blame, James began to explain. "You're his godfather, if I'm not around it's your job to make sure he doesn't end up a loony, how could you let that happen." They were to busy fake arguing to notice Harry's face fell, 'They don't know I didn't live with Sirius, I can't tell them, it would hurt them, and I would end up reviling too much.'

"You can't change something that is in his genes to begin with, with you as his father, poor kid never had a chance." Sirius laughed, then he turned to Harry. "And who the hell is master Yoda."

Well here is was, I hope it wasn't too bad. Tell me what you think. Until next time.