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Sirius was just lying on the Potter's couch waiting for James and Lily to wake up. He had gotten there early because he thought he had Auror training today with James but it turns out it was tomorrow so he just laid down on James's couch waiting for him to get up. He himself had actually almost fallen asleep but woke up with a start and grabbed his wand when there was a loud noise and a burst of light.
He was confused and he looked down to see an exact replica of James when he was younger on the floor bleeding and crying.
"Un-cle Vernon! I-I-I didn't me-e-ean too! Stop hit-ing me pl-pl-please I'll be good! I promise!" The little boy stuttered before going into heart wrenching sobs and curling up in a ball on the floor. Sirius was really, really, confused but he felt the need to help with boy. He looked to be about 4 and could have easily been a James from the past.
"Hey, hey little boy its okay. Uncle Vernon isn't here and I won't let him get to you ever again." He said soothingly. The boy looked up at Sirius and his eyes went as wide as saucers he squeaked and moved with surprising speed behind the couch. He poked his head out and said "Wh-who are you? Where am I? How did I get here?"
"I don't know but tell me, what was Uncle Vernon doing to you?"
Harry looked at Sirius's face and for some reason trusted him. "Well Uncle Vernon was beating me for being a bad boy. He hit me with his belt, his foot, his hand and was yelling mean things at me." He quivered.
Sirius was appalled that someone could do that to such a sweet boy. Then he noticed how bad of shape the boy was in. He was bleeding from cuts all over his small body and was a stick with and a pale pasty white. He was cradling his left wrist and Sirius decided to wake Lily, who was a trained healer.
"Okay lad I'm going to get my friend. She is really nice and she is going to get you all fixed up. Okay? Now, what's your name son?"
"Harry, Harry Potter" The little boy said quietly.
Sirius started blankly at Harry for a second before he hurried up the stairs. To wake his friends and tell them their newborn son came from the future and was in their living room. Talk about a wake- up call.
