A/N: Sorry about this have been going over the plot and realized I forgot a major part and added one that I wanted to add later. So I changed a few parts in this chapter. Well, that and I didn't like how some parts are written.

A/N Later: I did A LOT of revising...and will continue to fix up these chapters. And continue with the story...

Chapter One

I Wish...

Harry dropped into his bed and groaned. It hadn't been the worst day of his life, but pretty near, "What a nice birthday…". He rolled onto his stomach, pushing his face into his pillow. "If only I wasn't such an idiot! Sirius could still be here…". He sighed and pushed his face down harder, relishing in the slight discomfort.

Sirius. His Godfather. He only had a mere two years with him before he was killed. It was his fault in a way. It was also Bellatrix's and Voldemort's. If Sirius didn't feel the need to constantly act the hero then he wouldn't have played right into Voldemort's hands and go to the Department of Mysteries. If Bellatrix didn't cast the spell Sirius wouldn't have fell into the veil. And if Voldemort hadn't started the Death Eaters, or even came back to his body, then Harry would have never gone to the Department of Mysteries.

It wasn't just one person's fault. That was the problem. Harry wished he could just blame Sirius' death on one person and then strive to get revenge. It just seemed easier that way.

Tap...tap...tap...

Harry opened his eyes and dragged his head away from the window so he could see. There was a white owl waiting for him. "Hegdwig" A reluctant smile formed on his lips and he mustered the will to open the window. The bird glided towards the bed and dropped it's package before swooping to land on the bed post. Seconds later three more owls flew in the window..

This didn't surprise Harry. Today was Harry's birthday. In fact, tomorrow the Order was coming to take him to Grimauld Place, and Harry couldn't wait.

With a small smile Harry sat beside the first owl and stroked it's head. "You're a pretty girl now, aren't you?" he removed the letter from it's leg and the owl swooped out of the room.

Laying back on his bed he opened the first letter in his hand.

Dear Harry,

How has your summer been going? Don't blame yourself! And don't worry, I heard from Ron the other day, even he isn't learning anything new. Remember, if you ever need someone to talk to, we're here. I heard from Ron that tomorrow, (if today's your birthday) you will be going to the Headquarters! I can't wait to meet you there. I'll be there a week after you do!

Happy Birthday Harry!

Hermione

He frowned then threw the letter aside. Ripping open the next one he read;

Harry;

I hope you are Ok. We haven't been hearing much from you here at the Order lately. I hope your Aunt and Uncle are treating you fine. If they aren't, don't hesitate to tell us. We can't read minds you know…

And don't blame yourself for Sirius' death. You didn't make him go. In fact, Sirius was very happy when he found out you cared so much about him that you would risk you life. Of course, he was furious you went. But I won't get into that. It was Voldemort's fault and Bellatrix's. Remember that.

I hope you aren't too upset reading this that I didn't send your present by owl this year. I figured that you could open it tomorrow. Considering you will be coming tomorrow and it was to heavy for an owl.

Remember you can trust us. It wasn't your fault

Remus

Harry scoffed. Like that was going to make him feel any better. Now, on top of feeling guilty for getting Sirius killed, Harry has to feel guilt for making Sirius upset at him. Nice. After rolling his eyes he read the last letter.

Harry

Hey mate! Mom says you can some to the headquarters tomorrow! I can't wait. Me and Ginny just got here today.

They still aren't telling us anything, so you haven't missed much.

Well, Happy Birthday mate. They told us all to save our presents for tomorrow but I felt that you might want to open one on your real birthday. I would if I was with the Dursley's.

Ron

The letter shook in his hand for a moment. He didn't know why his friends were so nice to him right now. Sure, it was his birthday, but he basically killed Sirius. Harry wasn't so bold as to accept all the guilt, but as sure as the sun would rise he help kill Sirius. And Harry knew that if it was Ron, or even Hermione, had done what he had, he wouldn't be so nice. Infant, he would be livid. Just then the sound of an owl hooting brought him back to reality and he remembered the small box the owl had dropped.

Still frowning he picked it off the floor and unwrapped it. Inside was a grapefruit sized, purple translucent globe. It sparkled and seemed to give off it's own light.

"Hmm…" Harry held it above his head to examine it. It resembled a jewel, the way light shined through, bouncing off the inside. Surprisingly it wasn't too heavy. Not knowing what it was he set it on his bedside table and searched inside the box for a note.

Harry I found this in Odds N'Ends in Diagon Alley. The owner said it was a Wishing Stone. Your supposed to hold it then make a wish. Then that wish is supposed to come true…I dunno if this'll work…we'll have to ask Hermione about it. If there's anything to know about anything, Hermione'll know it.

I was thinking that we could try it out tomorrow night, after your party, and see if it works? What do you think, I mean, it's worth a try, we can see if it will work for Sirius.

Ron

Arching a brow Harry held the Wishing Stone in both hands, only one wish in his mind. Sirius' death. "You want me to wait!" His skepticism was evident in his voice. "Well, I guess...It's only fair right?" He turned his head to face Hegdwig, "He would've waited, only he wanted me to have something to open today..." His voice trailed off, the hesitance and apprehension betraying his logic.

"This is stupid!", vehemently he set the rock on the table, "It won't work anyway. What did Dumbledore say about death...Something about you can't change it...UGH!" He curled into an odd ball shape. His head on his hand, knees on his forehead, but his eyes still on Hegdwig. She hooted, seeming to urge him on, so Harry picked it back up. All his frustration came forth and he remembered all his mistakes. All his problems. And everything he wished he could turn back:

His parents dying, Sirius going to Azcaban, living with his Aunt and Uncle, never knowing about the wizarding world, never knowing the marauders until he was 13, not realizing Moody was an imposter, not being able to save Cedric or to stop Voldemort from gaining a body. Not trusting the Order and it's members, most importantly Dumbledore and Snape. And, the number one thing he wished he could undue was falling for Voldemort's trick and getting Sirius killed.

In the end, It all came down to one thing.

"I wish Voldemort never heard the prophecy"

The pain and regret reached a climax and Harry had to release it. In one fit of anger, the ultimate rebellion against responsibility, he threw the stone. It whistled through the air, arching gracefully and seeming to whistle an odd tune, one of hope and bitterness combined. Until one became the other and the other became one, Until it shattered on the wall in a splash of translucent glass.

Nothing happened.

"It was a flux..." With a deep, regretful sigh Harry laid down and shut his eyes. His last thoughts were dazed and odd. Somehow familiar and filled with odd smells and tastes he didn't think he had ever known:

A dark tendril of smoke wove it's way over a pretty house, up into the air. Turkey and ham were cooking, he loved that smell. And velvet. Lots of purple velvet.
"HARRY" a feminine voice called from below, "GET UP! WE'RE GOING TO BE LATE!"

Groaning Harry rolled off the bed and onto the floor. Surprised to feel the pounding in his knees instead of the arry of clothes that should be on his floor, he opened his eyes. It was then that he realized it wasn't his room.

This room was noticeable larger then his own at Privet Drive. The walls were a wine red with weird, dark posters littering the walls. On the floor, oddly enough, was a black pentagram. There was some furniture other then the bed. A fairly large desk and a chair in the corner. Also, there was some shelf space. Though it was filled with repulsive dark books and candles. All in all, the entire room reeked of the Dark Arts.

Startled, Harry reached under his pillow for his wand. He didn't know where he was, or who's house he was in, but he did know one thing. He wasn't going to meet the owner empty handed. Unfortunately his wand wasn't there, and with an odd wave of embarrassment he though, why would it be? This isn't my house...and why would someone kidnap me and bring my wand... This was when he realized that the woman's voice wasn't his Aunts, but it was familiar hastily spun around at the sound of someone walking up some stairs, looking for somewhere to hide, some kind of weapon, only to spot another table near the door. This table was devoid of any dark items, instead, it held a photo.The photo showed him, standing with Ron and Draco, in front of Hogwarts.

"Who?" He was startled. This must be some joke. Draco! HAH! And where was Hermione? What was he doing in this room? Why wasn't he at Privet Drive? Did someone kidnap him? Why would someone kidnap him, only to place a photo of him and Draco in the room...? Unless this was some weird phsyco stalker killer who was in no way related to Voldemort but wanted him...alone...?

Despite the threat of the former, it was the last one that sent a shiver up his spine.

There was a knock on the door. Harry's eyes went wide.

"Can I come in?" This time it was a vaguely familiar man's voice. Harry tried to place it. It was like he had heard it before, although he knew he hadn't.The door opened before Harry could answer.

Something happened to Harry that he never though would. His jaw dropped. He never expected to ever see this person…ever. Yet he was standing right in front of him.

"Dad?" he whispered. No. It couldn't be his dad Harry knew. His dad was dead. Murdered by Voldemort. This must be an imposter… Harry, hands up in a protective position, circled his "dad", trying to reach the door.

The man that very much resembled Harry just gave him a quizzical stare before he placed some robes on the bed. "We're going to be late."

Harry shot a glance at the robes. School robes. With red lining and the Gryffindor crest…

"For what?" Harry took a few tentative steps backwards. The door…So...Close...

Harry's "dad" was still looking at him funny before he answered, "To Diagon Alley." then he left the room, shutting the door when he left.

Harry collapsed on the floor, o close to the door that he could lean his back against it. Was this just a dream? Or did the Wishing Stone actually work? It can't be a dream...it's too real…He gulped.

A disturbing memory of a life he never lived started to surface. A friendship with Draco.

"Daddy?" an eight year old Harry asked, "Can I have a some money for a singing flag?"

The older man laughed. A deep, rich laugh as he handed over some money "Sure thing son."

Harry got in line in front of the small booth. There was a small blond wizard, about the same age as him, ahead of him.

"What team do you like?" Harry asked "I like the Harpies!"

The young boy turned around. The sneer that was plastered on his face turned into a wide, toothy grin, that showed two missing teeth. "Me too!"

"What school are you going to go to? I want to go to Hogwarts!"

"My father says I should go to Drumstang, but my mother wants me to go to Hogwarts…"

"I like you!" Said Harry, "We like the same things" as if that was a good enough reason.

The blond boy cocked his head for a moment as if deep in thought before answering, "I like you too"

"I'm Harry" Harry said, holding out his hand.

The blond boy looked at it for a moment then took it.

"Draco" sneered an older man, with his hand resting on Draco's shoulders. "Who are you talking to?" His voice was full of contempt. "Buy your souvenirs then return to the tent. Don't stop and talk to strangers." He turned and left.

Draco paid for his miniature model and said, "Meet you at Hogwarts, Harry."

Harry started laughing hysterically. He was going to have to tell Ron the Stone worked next time he saw him! There was no way around it. He changed time! Voldemort doesn't know about the Prophesy! He isn't a marked man!

That's when Harry realized that the Ron he knew, he couldn't talk to. This Ron was still Ron but he didn't know about the Wishing Stone, his old life or his tie with Voldemort. Harry then came to a startling conclusion...He realized it was going to be very hard keeping all these secrets from everyone...

Harry sat there for a few minutes longer before throwing his trouble to fate for the moment --what can be worse this his old life, his old problems?-- and put on a pair of robes and went downstairs.

When he reached the kitchen he hesitated in the doorway. There were only three chairs at the table, and the only available one was in-between his parents. With a deep breath for strength he sat down.

My mom...that's my mom...he thought. A slow smile curled on his lips as he rested his head in his hands and studied her. She looked just like he imagined she would. With red, unruly hair and bright green eyes. He was startled for a moment, a leaned forward, they really were just like his, the same sparkle and everything.

She just stared, embarrassed Harry looked down at the fork he was holding. "My scar…" he wondered in a stroke of curiosity, now that everything's changed, would it be gone... rubbing his forehead he was shocked...in a good way. "It's gone…"

"What scar?" James asked. "You don't have a scar on your forehead…"

"Are you not feeling well, Harry?" His mom asked, "Your acting very strange..."

"N-No, I'm fine…" Harry quickly rectified . "Why are we going to Diagon Alley? And have you seen my wand? I seemed to have misplaced it…" Harry realized his mistake about asking for his wand at the startled looks of his parents.

The looked at each other, but this time it was James that answered. "Harry…Your acting very strange…" He said hesitantly. Harry never cared about his wand. He never really like it. He kept going on about how he never wanted dragon heart string for a core. And in his mind that was reason enough not to carry it with him, even if it could protect him. Harry was very stubborn sometimes. "You know your wand is in the hutch. That's where it always is. Why do you need it?"

Harry's mouth opened and closed, resembling a fish, but no sound came out.

"We're going to Diagon Alley to get you a birthday present…and your school books…" Lily said, in a business like tone.

Harry continued to gulp..."In the hutch?" it came out in a pained cry, "Why would I keep my wand in the hutch!" What good would it do me there, he thought, against Voldemort especially. That's when he remembered with a laugh, there is no Voldemort to target me here!

James, placing his hands on the table for support, pushed himself off his chair and walked to the hutch. HE opened the door, grabbed something from inside and then proceeded to walk back to the table. Only after he sat down did he hand the wand over. "your wand..."

"Err...thanks..." Harry was pink. His first conversation with his parents and he botched it...

"Harry...Dear, your OWL marks are over on the counter...The just came a few minutes ago..." Lily pointed to a letter on the counter looking scared. When Harry had walked over to retrieve his letter she whispered to James, "Do you think he's ok? Usually we would have had to drag him downstairs…And he seems too talkative to us…James…" She continued in a worried voice, "Do you think something is wrong? Do you think he botched something?"
"No…let's just take him out…He might just be in a good mood…"James seemed to be reassuring himself with his response. Harry was never in a good mood, it was more likely a potion gone wrong... but he didn't want to think that. He knew his sone was into more...interesting...hobbies, but that didn't mean he had to accept it.

Harry sat down, completely oblivious to his parents worries. These were his OWL marks. They were his keys to becoming an Auror. More importantly, they were something he would have gotten in his other life...It was reassuring, and he doubted his marks would have changed much from that life to this. With this in mind, he opened his OWL marks.

OWL results for HARRY POTTER

For marking please use
O-Outstanding
E-Exceeds expectations
A-Acceptable (last passing mark)
P-Poor
T-Terrible
D-Dreadful

CHARMS
Written-E
Practical -O
Average-E

TRANSFIGURATION
Written-A
Practical-E
Average-E

DEFENSE AGANST THE DARK ARTS
Written-O
Practical-O
Average-O

POTIONS
Written-A
Practical-A
Average-A

HERBOLOGY
Written-E
Practical-E
Average-E

CARE OF MAGICAL CREATURES
Written-E
Practical-O
Average-E

ASTRONOMONY
Written-E
Practical-E
Average-E

DIVINATION
Written -A
Practical -D
Average-T

HISTORY OF MAGIC
Written -A
Practical-N/A
Average-A

"I got 8..." Harry breathed…

"8?" Lily exclaimed, obviously surprised…"In what subjects..." She grabbed the letter, net expecting a response.

"Well done son…Well done…Do you know what you are going to do for a career?" James had a pretty good idea what Harry wanted to do, and he didn't like it. They had several fights over it many times before. It wasn't that Harry was a failure. It was just that Harry was leaning farther then he would like into the Dark Arts.

"Oh…" Harry answered surprised, he had forgotten that his parent were there for a moment. The shock wore off quickly. He never could have hoped his parents would be sitting beside him, asking him what he wanted to do after school. He was silent for a moment, trying to clear the lump in his throat. "I want to be an Aurour." He waited, holding his breath, expecting pride and congratulation.

Both his parents eyes went wide. "What did you say!" Lily blurted, "I though you had 'other plans'…" She bit out the last part. She knew full well what those plans involved…

"Well, that or a Quiddich player…" Harry noticed that something had made his parents unnerved but he couldn't quite place it.

"Well," James said hastily, cutting off further questioning "Let's go to Diagon Alley"

Harry snatched his wand and shoved it in to a pocket in his robes, If his parents noticed they didn't show it.

His parents did noticed though, but they didn't say anything. Harry had never brought his wand with him before, he usually left it at home. Harry had never seen a need for it before and they had done nothing to disprove that thought. They didn't want Harry to have to worry anymore then necessary, even if there was the constant danger of Voldemort learning of the prophesy. And, on the more negative side, by the time Vodlemort learned it, Harry would be so far into the dark arts that there would be no need to kill Harry, a simple "Would you help" would suffice.

"I'm going to warn you know Harry --and I don't want any complaints, if it's that upsetting you can sit at another table-- we're meeting with my friends after..." James looked Harry right in the eye, willing him to disagree. "I don't want you to run off or make snide remarks while they're with us. Understood?"

Harry was never too fond of the Marauders. James knew this. Last time they had met, Harry kept up a long barrage of snide comments, so Harry's reaction was surprising to say the least.

"The Marauders?" "A wide smile lit his lips. Sirius! he would see Sirius again!

His parents faces were both morphed into one of horror. They had never told their son they were called the Marauders, they rarely ever talk about it. Harry was starting to worry them, no, it was beyond worry. Far worse, they were now sure Harry had done something. And not right.

With the constant threat of Voldemort and his Death Eaters, they were worried about their son. It was highly unlikely, but possible that something had happened to him. If Voldemort found out about the prophesy then Harry could be in danger. Even though Voldemort doesn't know there was a prophesy , that doesn't mean a Death Eater wouldn't hear about, considering how many Order members are aware of it. And a traitor is always hard to find.

"Err…Let's just get going…Shall we?" Lily asked.

They flooed to the Leaky Cauldron. When Harry stepped out he was shocked. The pub was almost empty and everyone inside looked on guard and testy.

Harry and his parents left the pub and walked into Diagon Alley. Fingering his wand Harry realized it wasn't the same wand. This one was oak and, peering closely, Harry noticed it had a dragon heart-string core. It was almost a direct contrast to his holly and phoenix

"Can I get a new wand?" He asked uncertainly

James and Lily stopped in their tracks. They knew Harry didn't like his wand, but this is the first time he ever asked for a new one…

"Why would you want a new wand when you already have a perfectly good one?" Lily asked. In all honesty she really was curious. She didn't know why they never though of it before. Even if a wand works for you, it should feel like yours. If a wand doesn't feel perfect in your hands, you shouldn't be forced to use it.

James on the other hand, was harboring opposite thoughts.

"Harry, you already have a perfectly good wand." He said annoyed. They continued to walk and a few seconds passed before his natural curiosity won out. "Why do you want a new wand…" he narrowed his eyes "Do you have any ideas for what type of wand you want?"

"Uh…" Harry answered. How could he say, 'I want a holy and phoenix wand'. Instead, he cated like a dumb mute, and he just pointed out Ollivanders, which, fortunately, they had stopped in front of.

They entered and Harry rang the bell while James sat in the only chair. Lily went and pursued the boxes piled around the room.

"Ahhhhhhhhh" Ollivander sighed. "How can I help you today?" He asked in his silky voice. He came around his desk, his silver eyes poring into Harry's. "How is your wand? 6 inches, Oak wood with dragon heart-sting, if I'm correct…"

Harry nodded.

"Harry was looking for a new wand." James interrupted. The old spindly chair creaked as he stood up.

Mr. Ollivander's eyes went wide before, "Are you sure...My wands are never defective..." He stole the wand out of Harry's hand and started to jab it at a flower pot.

"No, no, Mr. Ollivander, there is nothing wrong with Harry's wand," James held up a halting hand as he explained, "He just never... liked it..." He finished the last few words sheepishly, shrinking under the towering gaze of the wand maker.

"Hmm...I see..." Mr. Ollivander started wandering around among shelves, "No need to be offended, I'm sure..." He was talking more to him self then to his audience. He stopped his search just to ask, "Do you have anything in mind?"

Before his parents could speak, Harry did, "I wouldn't mind a phoenix core…If you have one". Spotting the curious looks he added. "I've always liked phoenixes."

Mr. Ollivander didn't seem to notice the confused looks Mr. and Mrs. Potter were shooting at Harry because he continued muttering among the shelves.

A few moment's later he returned with 10 thin boxes of various lengths.

"Try this one" Ollivander demanded

Harry, already knowing it wasn't the one he wanted, swished it anyways. Right away it was snatched, and another thrust in it's place. Again Harry attempted to swish the wand, only to have it stolen from him right away.

"No, no, no, no. Here. This one."

Harry tried all of the wands, none of them were the right one.

"Do you have any others?" He asked. Harry was afraid his wand was gone.

Mr. Ollivander looked pensive. "There is one more…" He stalked away, only to return a moment later with another thin black box in his hands. He removed the lid and held the box towards Harry.

Harry smirked. It was his wand. He had started to feel scared that someone had already bought the wand and was relived to find out that no one had. He slowly reached for the wand. A warm flush spread throughout his body. He had his wand.

He swished it. A blue light flew from the wand and hit the wall.

"Curious…Very curious…" Mr. Ollivander muttered as he retrieved the wand from Harry and wrapped it.

Harry, already knowing what was so curious about this wand didn't bother to ask. Instead he was trying his hardest to make Mr. Ollivander hurry up and pay for the wand. Unfortunately, the Marauders were always known for there curiosity.

"What's curious?" James asked

Mr. Ollivander finished tying the bow on the wand and drew himself up to his full height. "The phoenix that gave it's tail feather, gave one other. Just one!" He held up one finger, thrust in James' face, to prove his point, "The other feather resides in the wand of a very powerful wizard, Mr. Potter. A terrible wizard...but great." The wand maker then shook his head. "I remember every wand I ever sold, and I never though to sell this wand. I though this wand would choose someone very special. Under extraordinary circumstances." He leaned closer to Harry. peering into his eyes, "But never mind me. 16 gallions please"

James started to hand over the money but stopped just before he let the coins fall into Mr. Ollivander's hands. "Who was this wizard then…Not who I think it was. Is it?"

James had been moving on autopilot, trying to figure out what Mr. Ollivander meant. The terrible wizard couldn't be who he was thinking of. His son, with a brother wand to Him! It just didn't bode well! Most wands don't have a brother wand, and if a witch or wizard heard that their wand had one, they would do anything to get a hold of it. Magic done with brother wands was very powerful. Sometimes deadly.

Mr. Ollivander leaned forward, his face almost touching James' as he whispered, "He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named"

James gasped. They had stayed at Godric's Hollow with a secret keeper. Voldemort and his Death Eaters were getting more and more powerful. It was just the work of the Order that was keeping Voldemort from taking over the wizarding community. Though even that wasn't enough. Most of the Order members were either under the Fidelius Charm, or had moved into headquarters.

There was always the constant threat of an attack. The Dementos had joined Voldemort years ago. There were many other dark creatures too, like trolls and giants. No one was really ever safe. Harry less then most, if you add the prophesy and with his son having Voldemort's brother wand, Harry was in even more danger.

"No!" Lily cried catching on, "Harry, your not getting that wand!"

"Mum! Ple-"

"No Harry. There is no reason why you need that wand" James added. He agreed with Lily. They were not going to endanger Harry any more then he already was.

"Please. Mom, dad, it works so well for me!"

Lily and James were adamant. "No" they both said.

"Now, now. The wand chooses the wizard!" Mr. Ollivander added in a sing-song voice. "It would be a shame to see such a good wand be denied because of a 'what-if' wouldn't it?" Then Mr. Ollivander proceeded to take the money and shove the box into Harry's hand. "There you go, Mr. Potter. I hope it serves you well! Don't lose it!" He added with a wink. "It's a very special wand."

Ten minutes later James and Lily were waiting outside of 'Flourish and Blotts' having handed Harry some money and pushing him towards the book store. Harry entered while his parents waited at the door.

"I don't like him having that wand James" Lily started. "You know as well as I do what he's like! Look at his room!"

James head was bowed and he was looking at his toes. He reached for Lily's hand and held them. "I know. Who would have imagined…A Marauder's son…A Dark Art fanatic…" he sighed. "Though he wants to become an Aurour…Maybe it was just a phase?" He looked Lily in the eyes hopefully, like he would find the answers to life's mysteries in their depths.

The hope and wistfulness radiating off him was depressing. "James. One of his best friends is a Malfoy!" she spat the last word.

"Yes." James cut her off, "But he's also best friends with one of the Weasley's. " he shrugged, "They almost counter each other…almost" he trailed off desperately.

Lily looked on the verge of tears. "You know about brother wands James! Harry has His brother wand!"

"Shhh" James pulled her into a hug. They were starting to get unwanted attention. "Don't broadcast it for the world to hear! It'll be all right, you'll see"

"Mom. Dad" Harry called, "I got everything for school."

A short walk later found the Potters walking in the doors of the Leaky Cauldron.It was almost empty, and very quiet. Harry went still when he spotted a secluded table in the corner.

"Sirius!" Harry called, standing stock still. He couldn't believe it. Sirius was alive! It finally hit him. He knew that Sirius would be alive. But he never truly believed it. He was sitting at the table looking exactly like he had in his parents wedding photos. He had never gone to jail!

It took all his self restraint to not go running over there and latch on to Sirius. The only thing that stopped him was the looks on all five of their faces. Shock, surprise, fear. Harry knew he wasn't acting anything like the Harry they knew…He would have to be more careful. But careful took all of his will power. And more.

He followed his parents and slowly walked over to the group. There was his mom and dad. Beside them Remus, looking even more shaggy and sick. Then Sirius. As whole and hearty as ever. He had to do everything in his power to not hug him.

"Hello Prof--" Harry blushed then corrected himself, "Remus."

His smile turned to a look of disgust when his eyes fell on Peter. The traitor.

"Wormtail!" Harry spat. Letting every ounce of rage and disgust poor out in those two syllables.

Everyone looked at him like he grew a third head. They were all in shock. Did Harry just greet Sirius? Usually it's a cold nod and that's it. Harry never got along with Remus or Sirius. Usually Harry just referred to Lupin as 'Werewolf'.The most unusual part was his hate toward Peter. Harry liked Peter, and why did Harry call Peter Wormtail? How would he know?

But, Sirius, being Sirius, wasn't going to sit and think. He grabbed Harry by the collar and demanded. "Who are you?"

Harry just blinked. "I'm Harry…"He choked.

Sirius' eyes narrowed and he sneered. "You obviously aren't a good spy. You don't act anything like Harry. Next time I'd advise you to actually watch who your trying to impersonate."

"Let Harry go Sirius" Lupin asked. "Your being too paranoid. Your reminding me of Mad-Eye"

Harry laughed. He had never actually heard Lupin quote Mad-Eye before. He also knew it wasn't the right time, but you don't grow up being Harry without learning to play with fire. "Your only paranoid if you have nothing to worry about!"

At five totally different stares, one triumphant, one tired, one curious and two scolding Harry amended. "Mad-Eye used to say that to me too!" He then added softer, and feeling slightly depressed, "When ever I though I was becoming to paranoid…"

Harry was met with the narrowed eyes of Sirius. "Never mind…" Harry mumbled.

He said too much. Obviously the Harry they knew was nothing like the Harry he is. It was sort of depressing to realize what growing up at Privet Drive did to his character if they thought him being nice to his father's friends made them worry if he was being impersonated.

"No Lupin. You know all about this…He could be in danger…" Sirius countered. He was bored with all the talk. Something was wrong with Harry. When did he ever greet him with anything but contempt?

"No, Sirius, Lupin. Stop. He's my son!" James angrily responded. He really hated when they fought.

Harry couldn't help it. It was just too much. He never expected a father son welcome. Just a warm one. He though they would be friends. Instead Sirius though he was some Death Eater. So Harry took the most reasonable course of action. He bawled.

Once one tear escaped and it was like a dam broke. Soon, the rest followed. He kept mumbling "Sirius, I thought you were dead, I mean, you were. But…But… Bellatrix killed you…Veil…Don't leave Snuffles…"

By this time Harry was leaning over the table and had Sirius in a bone breaking hug. He rested his head against his chest and soon his shirt was soaked.

Lily, James, Remus, Sirius and Peter all looked on in shock.

"What do you mean…dead?" Sirius choked out.

"Snuffles?" Lupin asked, curious and slightly amused. No one but them knew about snuffles. Maybe Harry was more a Maruader then they thought, if he could ring out secrets as tightly kept as that one.

The whole table was silent except for Harry's continuous rumblings and sobs.

"And Voldemort…torturing…thought…prophecy…so sorry…thought you were gone…"

"Let's go somewhere quiet…" Lupin said softly. They were starting to attract unwanted attention, and that was never a good thing in these times.

A/N:I hope that wasn't too bad. Sorry for the change. I wasn't thinking clearly. Obviously.