A/N- set after Sirius's death, Harry goes back in time, the mission? Save as many as he can.

Chapter One

Giving Up On Me

Dear Harry,

If you get this letter, then I have gone. Prehaps I died yesterday, prehaps I died last month. Know this Harry- It was NOT your fault. I hope to God I went down fighting. I won't forgive myself if I died from Chicken Pox or some disease. I know that you have felt more alone this year, 'more than ever' were your chosen words. I can honestly say I felt the same. Being stuck in this old house... Brings back memories. Let's just say you're not the only one keeping secrets. Harry, Dumbledore knew what the Prophecy said, he knew what Voldemort would do to you. Answer me this, if he knew why wouldn't he warn you? Before the year? Or why did he not tell you that you had a fragment of Voldemort's soul inside you? A Horcrux can be removed, Harry. Ask the Goblin's. Please, do this for me Harry. I know it may come as a shock that I doubt Dumbledore, I have done ever since your third year, he could have convinced the minister to give me a trial, yet, he did nothing. Just stood back and watched. I've been thinking a lot, these past few years, it's the only thing I could really do freely. Harry, Voldemort may not be the only Dark Lord.

Know that I will always love you, never blame yourself for my death. Clear your mind, bear in mind of what the light can do, keep your true friends close. Come to my will reading, I'd appreciate it if you could be there.

Love from, Lord Sirius Orion Black

"Where do you think you're going?"

Harry frowned at Vernon, he was not in the mood to deal with him or Petunia, certainly not his cousin. Carefully, he drawed out his wand, the pair immediately backed away into the corner of the sitting room, Petunia started trembling at the sight of the wand, Vernon just glared at it.

"I will be going out, with any luck, I won't be returning, so don't wait up," Harry growled while the two nodded. Harry wandlessly opened his cupboard door, something he had been able to do since he was three years old, when they had starved him, he was able to sneak out and eat crap from the bins.

Shrinking his trunk, he put it in his pocket. The magic he does at school is just a show, he knew that if he wanted to stay friends with Ron and Hermione, he'd have to have marks which stayed two points behind Ron. It was damaging his future, but... that was about to change. He made sure that after Ron and he chose the subjects, that he changed them back a few hours later. He felt bad, but it couldn't do to hide. Hiding got Sirius killed. He'd never do that again.

O-o-O

September, 13th 1977

"James! Come back here!" Sirius shouted, running through the Hall's of Hogwarts, his long red hair bouncing up and down his face. He had been pranked by his best friend, in the middle of having a dream about a sixth year called Aiden. James dropped a potion, made by Remus, on to his beloved hair, that would change colour to what he was thinking at the time. So, red was anger, purple was calm, green was disgust, pink was love and orange was embarrassment.

It was obvious that Sirius was feeling angry at this moment in time. As they made their way to the Great Hall, they grabbed attention to most of the student body, James was only a few metres ahead from Sirius, but Sirius was quickly closing the gap. They stumbled into the Great Hall, which was having a normal, peaceful breakfast before James Potter and Sirius Black tumbled in, falling over each other.

"James Charlus Potter! I swear I'll kill you!" Sirius threatened, as they got up from the floor. James had an amused expression on his face, while Remus and Peter walked up to the pair.

"Oh, are you angry, Sirius? Dreaming about your girl, moaning in your sleep-"

"Shut up!" Sirius flushed red, embarrassed, making his hair turn orange. James rolled his eyes and turned to Remus,

"Great job on the potion, who do you think Sirius fancies? The name began with an A... you don't think it's Alicia Bell do you?" James asked innocently, Sirius's hair turned green, as a crowd formed. Most of them were laughing, especially some of the Slytherin's that had decided to watch this show down.

"James, I'm being serious, shut up, now!" Sirius growled out, making James laugh even more as Sirius's hair turned red again.

"Or what? You'll get your Mum to-"

"If you finish that sentence, James, you'll regret it," Sirius said, taking a step forward. His hair had turned deep blue, which shocked Remus more than anyone. 'Why would Sirius be scared of his Mum? They knew they had a rough childhood, but did that mean... No?' Remus's eyes widened and Sirius cursed under his breath.

"James, leave it," Sirius's hair turned calm for a moment, only his brother, Regulus, felt the same relief as Sirius did. He was forced to come and watch this pathetic show when his friends from the house got up and walked to the centre of the room, where the two best friends were fighting.

"W-what?" James stuttered, confused. Luckily, they were saved by Professor McGonagall, who coughed to get the crowds attention.

"James Potter, Sirius Black, detention! Thirty points from Gryffindor, each!" She shouted, earning groans from the Gryffindors and cheers from all of the Slytherins.

'Great, this day just gets better and better...' Sirius thought, as he made eye contact with Aiden, no one but Regulus saw his hair go pink for a second. He smirked at his brother, time for some heart breaking.

O-o-O

"May I have a room please?" Harry asked, in a deep, low voice. It had been two days since he had left the Dursley's, two days since he had the Horcrux removed, his scar gone. Two days since his life turned the right way up.

"Name?"

"Hades Pervelle,"

Tom looked up in shock, the man standing before him looked no older than sixteen, yet his presence... the era around him seemed, different. His jet black hair was shoulder length, he had broad shoulders, his eyes were grey, almost silver. Over all, this man looked very, very handsome.

"Of course, my Lord, here you are, I hope you enjoy your stay," Harry's eyes widened, he opened his mouth and closed it again. How did Tom, think he was a Lord? The Goblins made sure Harry changed his name. Hades, Greek for 'Not being seen'. Harry felt it was rather fitting. It was a must if the plan would succeed. The plan, to go back twenty years into the past.

As Harry walked up the stairs to room five, he couldn't help but think, if this would work... he could get to see Sirius again, his parents... Remus. He could stop Peter from ever betraying them. This plan, had to work.

O-o-O

Albus Dumbledore sat in his office, after seeing his Head boy, James Potter, pull off that prank. Why did he choose James again? He had hoped James would have been mature enough to stop with the pranks, but... he shouldn't have his brought his hopes up.

Suddenly, there was a green light and a bang, along with a low groan. His eyes widened, there, in the middle of his office, was what looked like a seventeen year old man, dressed in black jeans and a green jumper, with dark green silk robes.

"Why is it never easy? Why couldn't I have used my broom? It would have stopped me from feeling sick..." The boy mumbled, rubbing his forehead. He then looked up, eyes widened in realisation.

"Wow, Professor, did you ever not have grey hair?"

TBC...