Hello there!

Let me introduce myself, my name is Fanny (yes I am aware that my name translates to "bum" in the English language, thank you very much) and I am from Sweden! I have a huge obssesion with Harry Potter and books in general, and lately I've been obssesed with Time-Travel fanfics. I have probably read almost every fanfiction where either Harry travels back in time or the Marauders travel forward in time, and decided to write my own! I would love for you to comment, it doesn't matter if you hate it or love it. So here goes the first chapter and I hope you enjoy to read it as much as I enjoyed writing it! xoxo Fanny

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, all rights go to J.K. Rowling. I do, however, own the story itself. I have merely borrowed the setting and the characters.

"It's so much darker when a light goes out than it would have been if it had never shone."

- John Steinbeck, The Winter of Our Discontent

In front of Harry stood Sirius Black. Even if this was a significantly younger version of the Sirius Harry was familiar with, there was no mistaking that it was indeed him. He had the same grey eyes and face structure as Harry's godfather. However this Sirius hair was much than Harry's Godfather's hair and looked smoother and less muddled. This Sirius was noticeably shorter and his grey eyes shone with life, he also held himself with confidence, all of this was the opposite of the Sirius Black Harry once knew of. Harry could not understand what was going on, seeing his dead Godfather stand in front of him was like someone had once again ripped his heart out of his chest and Harry fought down the tears that had started to form in his eyes.

''Prongs! Ello' Prongs!" The younger Sirius started waving his hands in front of Harry's face and he was shaken out of his thoughts. ''So-rry?'' Harry tried desperately to keep his voice from shaking but with no such luck. ''Are you OK, Prongs? Weren't you supposed to be down at the library? "Studying with Evans" as you put it'' Sirius raised an eyebrow and grinned, but when he realised that James, or Harry then, didn't seem to be in the mood he once again started to ask if he was OK. ''I really got to go'' Harry mumbled and hurried away from the younger looking Sirius, leaving him standing confused in the dimly lit corridor.

"Fizzing Whisbee's" Harry murmured, trying desperately to get into the Headmaster's office. Harry had no clue of what was going on, was this another dream he had? A cruel joke from Voldemort, showing him his dead Godfather? But something about the theory didn't add up, this Sirius was younger, happier. Out of frustration, Harry punched against the hard wooden door. If this was meant as a joke, it sure wasn't funny. And he had dreamt of falling. Harry wasn't sure anymore if it had been a dream. "Lemon Drops!" Harry partially yelled angrily and the door opened without a single sound, revealing a statue of a Gargoyle in front of a large staircase that churned upwards. Harry took off, almost running up the stairs towards Dumbledore's office. Harry made it up to the large wooden door, almost a bit out of breath, and were just about to knock when he heard sounds inside the room. The conversation were close to impossible to hear but Harry could make out three voices.

Just as Harry was about to press his ear against the door it burst open, making Harry stumble forward. Two people were staring at him with wide eyes. Two people Harry never had dared to even dream about meeting. It couldn't be the ones he thought it was, could it? But it was hard to believe different. Harry recognized the vibrant red hair and almond green eyes of the girl on his left. She looks even more beautiful than in the pictures, Harry thought to himself, not able to stop staring at his dead mother who looked very much alive. Next to her stood a boy. And in that moment Harry understood all the times people had told Harry that he and his father were very much alike. They had the same tan skin colour and build. His jet black hair stood up in the back just like Harry's and looked just as messy. Staring at the youthful images of his dead parents Harry noticed other things. His face shape were very similar to his mother's and Harry could hence a small dimple by her lips, the same Harry had. They looked to be around 17 years old, not that different from the pictures Harry had in his photo album. "Ah, I were expecting you, please come in" Dumbledore stepped into Harry's view and smiled. His parents looked back at Dumbledore, but it only took a few seconds before they were staring at Harry again. Lily and James stepped away, leaving Harry room to go past them and into Dumbledore's office.