Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, if I did I would not have butchered Sirius out of the Series. J.K.R. Owns Harry Potter.

Summary: The different point of views, thoughts, personalities, actions. James is unsure of his son, emotions are wired. Lily is worried but loving and supportive. Harry is placed on an emotional roller coaster ride not able to confess his secrets that can save them. Sirius is philosophical, hypocritical. This takes place in 1980.

The Unexpected Turn of Time

Chapter 1

The Beginning

Stomping their way up the stairs, they climbed up the silver ladder into the darkened divination classroom. The room was low lit had the same distinct aroma, lingering all about. The windows were open just widely enough to allow just enough clear air to stop people from coughing. Both Harry and Ron seated themselves in the back table laying their bags on the ground next to them. Harry rubbed his forehead furiously wishing the prickling would cease, not realizing that Ron was watching his ever move.

"You're sure you're okay mate?" Ron asked his face still rather pale from earlier events.

"I am fine" He lied. The he had not only left him shaken but his scar prickled and burned still, yet not as furiously as it did an hour ago. What he found strange was the vision he encountered before the flashes of the usual detour of the graveyard, him falling, and then Voldemort's cackling at the torture he was put through, in his dream state. He knew voldemort was watching this time, he could feel the sick pleasure he received from watching him yelling at the top of his lungs for it all to stop. A hot anger slipped into his stomach as he rubbed his scar once more, he abhorred the malicious twisted creature with such a seething passion. He knew the time would eventually come where he would meet him and there final duel would begin, but tell then he had to make it through Snape's Double potions class with his glaring daggers . He snorted mentally at himself of how he could possibly find a humoring moment from his death threat thoughts. Maybe it was the lack of the sleep he'd received recently all through the summer? He'd just started at Hogwarts a week ago for 6th year. This is just great, he thought, one week into the school year and already I have visions. But this one was different, this one had…

"Good afternoon class" the mystical voice of professor Trelawney broke through his thoughts.

"Today will be the same as usual, you will remain with me for half of this lesson as we will review through some of last years topics" she paused casting her eyes on every single person in the room, keeping her silky veil that had changed colors to a misty blue rather tight upon her neck.

"And then you will return down professor Firenze classroom for part of his lesson" she said the last part with hints of loathsome. Harry cast Ron a glance sniggering just a bit. Since last years events Firenze could not return to the forest for the ban the other centaur's placed on him for his so called "betrayal". Yet, Dumbledore was able to fix everything as usual, but Firenze had to remain at the castle for at least one more week. None of the students of course were in protest of this, at least Harry and Ron weren't they found he was much more suitable teacher than Trelawney her fraud ness.

"Now class, the ceiling has been enchanted for some stargazing" she moved between the tables in a mysterious way. The class turned their attention up to the ceiling getting an awed expression on the realism of it.

"A little scared of the competition isn't she now?" Ron commented to Harry.

"Yeah" Harry replied both him Ron and Dean and Seamus who were listening from the table, holding back laughter.

In no time the chairs and tables were pulled back and the floor was filled with some comfortable pillows. The curtains from the windows were pulled all the way in leaving no room for the heavy aroma to escape and fresh breezes of air to seep in.

"At least now we have pillows to rest our heads on then the tables with blotches of candles burnt into them" Ron remarked brightly conversing with Harry and with Dean and Seamus who couldn't help but snigger and add there own remarks of how Firenzy and Trelawney would eventually have some kind of show down in front of them. Just picturing it and describing that sort of event kept the four boys from paying any attention to what Trelawney was speaking about.

"Excuse me but have you found anything interesting you would like to point out" came a sharp voice from behind them. As quickly as ever the laughing ceased or at least it seemed so as they kept the laughter back, gulping some anxiety.

"No professor" Dean spoke.

"The fumes are just mystifying" Dean commented sending Ron and Harry both into a fit of coughing that covered back the hysterical laughter that threatened to engulf them both.

"Well pay attention," she snapped moving through them and carrying on. Ron rolled his eyes and they continued starring up. Not long before, the four of them fell silent listening to Trelawney lecture on. Harry yawned, Dean was right the fumes were mystifying and heavier than before, he wished she would pull the curtains open, he felt as if he was suffocating in the hot air of the classroom. He couldn't help but wonder if the classroom was this scorching hot because of the still late summer they were having which was rather stupid and unrealistic seeing how Hogwarts was located in up where the weather became bloody cold. But still the weather wasn't that cold yet, and it was rather warm for September.

His eyelids slowly dropped as he tried to focus his eyes on the constellations he could recognize. There he could see the Milky Way, his eyes scanned the marvelous sky in attempt to keep from closing he focused on the constellation Alpha Leo. He found his eyes closing; shaking himself he turned his attention from Alpha Leo not able to focus on it any more. He scanned the sky for a new star, when finally his eyes fell on the brightest star, scorching bright he might add. It took him a minute to remember the name of it, constellation Canis Major. There was more to the history, he thought his eyes slowly closing. But what was it? His mind was slowly slipping into a daze not even Ron's muttering could keep him awake. They felt too heavy to keep open. I know that star it's him

And he was off. He was flying; the cool breezes caressed his warm cheeks feeling the breezes were more welcomed to do so. He clutched in a friendly grip the fur of an animal he knew. He looked down beyond him. It was a hippogriff, no, not just a hippogriff it's Buckbeack! But shouldn't he be back at Grimaulds keeping Sirius Company? He asked himself mentally, it felt as if time was moving slowly or his mind was working slightly slower than usual. He couldn't put his finger on why it was. Soaring through the air freely, he smiled faintly enjoying the freedom.

Buckbeack stopped the next thing he knew he made rather dramatic lean flying down sharply. He held on tightly the nightly sky filling with red and golden silver fluff. The Hippogriff twisted in the air, the next thing he was free falling. I can't be falling he thought quickly his mind working quicker than it had before. Pulling out his wand his mind raced for an incantation, but what incantation? Accio? He was speeding down towards the ground at a dangerous amount of speed. Beads of perspiration were forming and flying away from his forehead as he tried to steady himself in the air and keep his body up right but that was a battle of gravity.

"Someone help!" he mouthed clutching his wand. There has to be a way! He squinted his eyes the air blinding him. Around him the sky slowly turned into a scarlet red, a really familiar red. He shivered just a bit. He knew what was going to happen, he had been here before. The scenery changed slowly into the dark land of the deceased, he knew this place he had been here once before. As it began to become clearer, cold high-pitched laughter reverberated sharply through the clean crest cool night.

"bow to death Harry"

"SIRIUS!"

"Bow to Death Harry"

"SIRIUS!"

"Mum Dad!"

"BOW TO DEATH HARRY" The snake slithered.

"Harry Wake up!"

"BOW TO DEATH HARRY"

"Harry! Wake up mate!" He felt the clutches of sharp fingernails digging through the material of his shirt and into the flesh of his arms. He slowly opened his eyes, his scar stinging rather painfully. Ron sat next to him clutching his arms still his face pale as death, his blue eyes open wide and sharp. The whole class was around him with frightened looks on their faces. He stood up half way Ron at last letting go of his arms yet remaining as tentative, his sharp eyes on him.

"Tell us what you saw my dear" Trelawney's voice came from behind him. He turned his head slowly his heart pounding harshly against his ribcage with full force, as if it were trying to escape, survive.

"Did you see him?" Neville Piped up. Harry let his gaze fall on him. The whole class was watching him now. They new. They new since the daily prophet release that he had visions some believed him as frightening as it sounded some still thought he was rather imbalanced.

"It was Snape wasn't it?" Ron asked loudly making the class jump. Harry turned his gaze on him questioningly. Ron eyes seemed to be telling him Go along with it mate, I know hate them knowing go along with it.

"Oh Yeah" Harry coughed up his scar still stinging but not as much as before. The class looked from one another a spread of relief falling on their features, expect for Dean, Seamus, and Neville. They knew that was only a lie. They were sure there was something more going on in that dream then Snape prancing around and scaring the day lights out of him. They experienced the thrashing and the bloody screams once last year and few more times, they knew what was going on but somehow knowing this being so sure that this was all a little cover up so Harry didn't have to share anything or have anyone know what was going on they bought into it. The felt themselves relax.

"Mr. Potter, I've seen this type of cases before! I do not believe Professor Snape as frightening of a Man as he may seem, could subdue you into screaming bloody murder!" Trelawney commented impatiently.

"Clearly you've never slept in our dorm professor! Even Poor Neville here has dreams of bloody failing potions that wake up the whole lot of us!" Ron commented making the class chuckle. Ron flashed the embarrassed looking Neville an apologetic look quickly before turning back to Harry.

"Then lets examine the dream Mr. Potter" Professor Trelawney said slowly her large eyes behind the glasses flashing excitedly like two insects having found some food to eat and were not making there way over to it.

"What's to examine, it clearly means I am not doing that well in that class," Harry muttered. He slowly got up to his feet with Ron's assistance. His scar stung painfully, as he breathed quietly aching.

"I am going to the hospital wing," he said picking up his bag and hitching it over his shoulders. Ron followed him picking up his own bag, his sharp gaze still upon Harry.

"But my dear! This is an opportunity to examine the beyond to uncover the past and the future the core of this dream and it's significant meaning" Trelawney said desperately her face changing to an expression a five year old would have if someone announced Christmas was postponed tell next year.

"No thanks" Harry said loudly the stinging intensifying with ever movement he took towards the hatch. He opened the hatch and slowly climbed down the silver ladder Ron following after him. After a few seconds of lingering on the last step of the ladder, he could hear the class returning back to normal and Trelawney going on about Alpha Leo and two mars interlinking together it meaning that strange events and danger would be coming soon. He could tell by the way she was speaking that she was not as pleased with how today's lesson was going.

"Ok mate, what was it this time?" Ron asked walking in a rather shaking way as they made there way down the stairs. Harry sighed.

"I don't know Ron, it was echoes and laughing" Harry nodded his head tiredly rubbing his scar.

"Shouldn't you go back in class? I am not heading to the hospital wing," He stated as he continued to walk. He it was the second week of school, he was already behind in class with Quiditch practice for the upcoming game, he could not afford to become bed-ridden for the match all because Voldemort found it fun to torture him.

"And listen to old lizard face carry on with her bloody interpretations of Mars? No" Ron responded making a scoffing face on he honestly regarded Trelawney to be "are you all right? Are you sure you don't need a Hospital Wing? What about going to Dumbledore?" Ron interrogated him in a worried tone as they ascended down the 7th floor.

"You know you're beginning to sound like Hermione more and more everyday" Harry commented slightly annoyed. He appreciated Ron and everything he'd done but he really did not need a ward witch, well maybe he did need a ward visit and some dreamless sleep potion stop the bloody nightmares.

"I care about you mate, so does Hermione," he said ignoring the Hermione comment. He increased his pace as Harry did through 4th floor stairs.

"But come on you were thrashing around on the floor, scared the bloody hell out of me" he sighed. Harry continued rubbing his scar as they went down another flight of stairs coming across the third floor.

"Ron it was just, he's messing with my head that's what he's doing has been," Harry muttered still rubbing his scar. He only wished that was enough to spare him from worrying too much. They walked on their way their bags bounding against their bodies as their paces increased. They were just about to pass the Trophy room when Harry noticed a rather strange mist of red reflecting in from the windows from the deepest end of the room. He stopped abruptly, taking out his wand in no time. He clutched it in his hand tightly straining his ears for any sound.

"What's wrong?" Ron asked taking out his own wand and looking precariously around the hall and at the room. Harry motioned to the Trophy room taking one step inside. After waiting for a second he walked in heading towards the end of the room where huge ancient trophy cases stood. The mist of red that he thought he saw had either died away or his scar stinging was causing the nerves that controlled his vision problems. He walked around his wand still raised but it was not as cautious as usual. Glancing at the cracks and openings around that area he found no sign of anything. He came to a stop at the trophy case of the quiditch game 1978, the year his father and Mother were in there 7th year. He read the inscription on the golden platter that shined in the lenses of his glasses.

To Gryffindor For a best won Game against Slytherin

There was more, just below the Quiditch players names marked in.

James Potter Chaser Sirius Black Beater

His eyes focused on those two names. A pang filled his heart, as his breath increased. Ron standing just over his shoulder made a low squeaking sound as if to say something yet thought better of it after catching a second glance at the inscription.

Harry blinked his eyes the water that formed dried out; he could see his own reflection in the case now. A tall boy with black hair that fell in strange angles just likes his fathers, almost the same nose ears, but the eyes were emerald green, like his mothers only with their own callow expression. They undoubtedly had the expression of a far away dark place, clouded with gray, an icy land of nightmares. Sure they had their light, and happiness but more than usual they have grown darker and more sadden. The dark shades of black under his eyes added to the expression. They were fairly noticeably once placed in the right light, he was sure they would be even more noticeable in a couple more days. He blinked shaking his head, his reflection and scrutinize of his own appearance faded in the back of his head.

He could hear the squeaking of Ron's shoes on the stone now as he swayed forward and back a bit not sure how to break the silence. He turned slowly to speak to him and just leave when his eyes caught sight of something glinting on the floor under the trophy case. He kneeled down.

"What is it?" Ron asked kneeling down right next to him; some color having returned fully to his freckles.

"There" Harry nodded his head to the direction of the glinting. He stretched out his hand, taking a hold of what it seemed to be a chain.

"What is a chain doing here?" he asked casting Ron a questioningly glance. Ron shrugged his eyes wide and questioning himself. Harry pulled the chain an object obviously attached to it judging by the dragging sound it made against the stone ground. He pulled it out completely starring down what appeared to be an hourglass. Small, and ancient from the looks of it, the glass was slightly cracked on the top of it. It was a Time turner, he was fairly sure it was. Attached to the top was a thin strip of parchment ship that read

yerna me mia phora kai tha deis ta palia

"What does that mean?" he asked looking from the paper and back to Ron.

"Beats me" Shrugged Ron

"Shame Hermione is in ancient Runes, she would know exactly what it means, honestly if she could she would recite the whole History of Magical Europe, scary really" Ron commented making Harry snort.

"Anyways Harry best we leave it here, it looks damaged" He added.

"I don't know Ron, I think it wanted to be found" Harry said picking up the chain and putting it around his neck out of pure curiosity. He clearly could remember Author Weasley's voice echoing in his head "Never trust anything that can think for itself if you can't see where it keeps it's brain" but the time turner could not think for it's self, that clearly could not count for this type of situation.

"Harry what are you doing?" Ron asked.

"Just putting it on, really Ron I think it's safe remember Hermione used one maybe we can go back an hour ago and see how it got here" Harry said his scar still stinging, having ignored the pain all this time. What am I talking about? He asked himself this clearly wasn't safe. He looked at Ron and saw the same trace of thought in his mind.

"Harry it's not safe take it off," He said gesturing.

"You're right" Harry sighed ready to take it off when something rather strange happened. The turner began to spin.

"Hurry take it off!" Ron yelled in a panicking tone. Harry gritted his teeth trying but the chain seemed to be glued his skin.

"I can't Ron it wont come off!" Harry said his own voice rising as he tried to remove it in a more gentler way but all that was happening was the turner turning slowly increasing it's speed, and the chain remained permanently glued to the skin of his neck.

"Here let me try!" Ron blurted out. He moved swiftly closer to him, taking a hold of the chain and attempting to yank it off and up and over his head.

"It won't budge" he gritted his teeth still going at it not releasing that Harry was wincing through this.

"Ron! I am not a letter you're pealing my skin!" Harry protested loudly wincing. Ron let go almost quickly flashing him a glare.

"Try to get the chain around your neck at least we both can see where it's going" Harry mouthed to him ignoring his glare. At if Ron would put it on he would have company.

"Right!" Ron agreed taking a hold of the loose chain and trying to pull it out enough to place it under his own neck, but the chain would not budge. He pulled once more almost there when he was thrown back on his feet staggering.

Harry tried to say something but all that was happening was the room was spinning fast people were coming and going. His head was spinning along with this his scar stinging sharply once more. He blinked as a wind seemed to pick up and now he swore he saw himself and Ron in the room only younger in 1st year. No he thought as the spinning increased in a rapid rate. And it stopped he felt himself staggering as he tripped over a step on the staircase. How did I come here? He asked himself, his mind still spinning. He closed his eyes painfully the pain becoming rather unbearably. He could feel his weight crumbling beneath him as he could not support himself no longer.

The next thing he felt himself colliding with something or someone rather hard. Be the sounds of a yelp it was a person. He felt someone struggling to hold him a sharp object poking the sides of his ribs.

"You alright?"

That voice it's so familiar He thought. He opened his eyes despite the pain and looked the unfocused image of a man with highly disheveled hair and hazel eyes beyond some spectacles. It can't

"Dad?" He asked faintly, the pain becoming unbearable, he fell slowly into unconsciousness knowing no more.