"Harry pulled some crumpled robes out of the very bottom of his trunk and, as he did so, noticed a badly wrapped package lying in the corner of it. He could not think it was doing there. He bent down, pulled it out from underneath his trainers, and examined it.

He realized what it was within seconds. Sirius had given it to him just inside the door of twelve Grimmaud Place. Use it if you need me, all right?

Harry sank down onto his bed and unwrapped the package. Out fell a small, square mirror. It looked old; it was certainly dirty. Harry held it up to his face and saw his own reflection looking back at him.

He turned the mirror over. There on the reverse side was a scribbled note from Sirius.

This is a two-way mirror. I've got the other.

If you need to speak to me, just say my name into it; you'll appear in my mirror and I'll be able to talk in yours. James and I used to use them when we were in separate detentions.

And Harry's heart began to race. He remembered seeing his dead parents in the Mirror of Erised four years ago. He was going to be able to talk to Sirius again, right now, he knew it -

He looked around to make sure there was nobody else there; the dormitory was quite empty. He looked back at the mirror, raised it in front of his face with trembling hands, and said, loudly and clearly, 'Sirius.'

His breath misted the surface of the glass. He held the mirror even closer, excitement flooding through him, but the eyes blinking back at him through the fog were definitely his own.

He wiped the mirror clear again and said, so that every syllable rang clearly through the room, 'Sirius Black!'" (Author's Note 1)

And then, everything happened.

-Harry Potter theme music plays in background-

BACK TO THE FUTURE

A Harry Potter Fanfic
By Yolapeoples
(I own nothing.)

A blinding light blurred Harry's vision and he could have sworn the room was spinning.

Finally, disoriented and confused, everything stopped and grew quiet. He quickly looked around to see that he was still standing in his own dormitory at Hogwarts. What had all that been about?

Taking a slower second look at the room, Harry noticed that something was very wrong. He couldn't tell exactly what it was, but something was definitely different about this room then before…not to mention that his trunk was nowhere in sight.

Harry heard the door open behind him.

"Hey, Prongs! Look: I know I messed up your chances with Lily today, but that's no reason to sulk up here all-"

Standing in front of him was none other than Sirius Black… but a young Sirius Black… as in 7th year young Sirius Black (which technically was older than Harry, but much younger than the Sirius Harry knew). Harry couldn't move. He just stood there in shock.

"Wait! You're not Prongs!!" said the young Sirius.

"Uh…" was all Harry managed.

"Who are you?!"

"Uh…"

Sirius was losing interest and began rummaging through an open trunk over on one side.

"Fine. Don't tell me who you are, but you look a whole lot like Prongs. What are you doing up in our dormitory anyway?"

"Your…dormitory?" said Harry before fainting and collapsing on the floor.

"Hmph. Nice guy."

"Earth to…uh…person thing."

"What?" said Harry groggily as he opened his eyes. He saw the young Sirius hovering over him.

"AH!" yelled Harry, standing up as quick as physically possible. Sirius just blinked at him.

"Now, this isn't some kind of joke and you're really just Prongs in disguise, is it? Because if it is, you have to do more than change your eye color and your height."

"Prongs?" muttered Harry unconsciously. Wait. That's not me, that's…

"Earth to Nut-Job!" said Sirius, waving his arms around in the air, "You're not too good at paying attention, are you?"

"Where am I? … When am I?"

"Hogwarts, 1977?" tried Sirius.

"WHAT?!"

"Hmm. Yes, I think that's about right, Nut-Job." said Sirius, scratching the top of his head.

"Will you stop calling me Nut-Job?"

"Well, what am I supposed to call you, Nut-Job? It's not like you told me who you are or what you're doing in here. No one 'cept for Prongs, Moony, Wormtail and I know the password."

Harry tensed a bit on the inside at the name Wormtail.

"So, what's your name, Nut-Job? Or do I get to keep calling you Nut-Job, Nut-Job?" asked Sirius, but Harry was already debating with himself.

What's going on?! There's no way I could be in 1977!!

Well, what about Hermione's time-turner? That worked that one time.

Yeah, but I don't have the time-turner!! And plus, Sirius is… alive and apparently so is Dad. I can't say who I am. I don't even exist yet… do I??

The more Harry kept thinking about it, the more it confused him. I'm going to finally lose it!

"NUT-JOB!" shouted Sirius, knocking Harry back to reality.

"HUH?!" yelled Harry before regaining his composure, "If I tell you, will you… um… not freak out?"

"I'll try. Don't know if it'll work or not, but you might as well give it your best shot, Nut-Job." said Sirius, sitting in a chair and putting his arms behind his head.

"Okay. My name is Harry Potter." gulped Harry. Sirius just looked at him quizzically.

"What? Are you one of Prongs' relatives or something?"

"Um… sort of."

"Whadduya mean, 'sort of', Nut-Job?"

"HEY! I told you my name." said Harry with an evil glare.

"Right, right. So, whadduya mean, 'sort of', Harry Potter?"

"I'm kind of... his son." said Harry, knowing he was going to regret it.

Sirius looked at him in shock and then burst into a fit of laughter.

"You're kidding, right? Next, are you going to tell me your mother was Lily Evans?"

"Uh…" mumbled Harry.

"You're not kidding, are you?" said Sirius incredulously. Harry shook his head.

"Well, Harry Potter, son of James Potter and Lily Evans. Welcome to 1977!" said Sirius joyfully.

There was a short pause before Harry started talking again.

"You actually believe me and don't think I'm crazy?!"

"Well, there's nothing I can do about it, so I'll accept it. Plus, you look exactly like Prongs AND you have Lily's eyes." shrugged Sirius. Harry grimaced. How many times have I heard that before?

"Now, how are we going to hide you?" said Sirius.

"What?!"

"Well, technically your parents… well… let's say Lily hates Prongs' guts… BUT now I know that they'll get together since you're here." said Sirius with a grin.

"Okay…?" said Harry, following… relatively.

"How did you get here anyway?" asked Sirius curiously, straying from the topic on hand.

"I really don't know. I was in my… time and I had your mirror and… I ended up here." said Harry, trying to explain as much as he could.

"Wait. My mirror as in this one?" said Sirius holding up a clean version of the mirror Harry was clutching in his hand (He hadn't really noticed he was holding it 'til now).

"Whoa." whispered Sirius as Harry held up his old mirror.

"WAIT!" exclaimed Harry, "How am I supposed to get back?! I have to get back!"

"You're right. We're going to have to send you BACK TO THE FUTURE!!" said Sirius enthusiastically. Harry blinked. It was weird for him to see Sirius like this. Not just young, but pre-Azkaban, pre-everything.

"Well, I have no idea what to do, but for now we're going to have to hide you."

"Oh." said Harry, now understanding Sirius' train of thought.

"Argh."

"What now?"

"Well, glamour charms would be the easiest thing, but I suck at them… we'd need someone like-"

"Me?" came a different voice from behind Harry and Sirius.

…to be continued…

He he he. There it is! Well, I hope you liked it, loved it, hated it, despised it, puked on it, worshipped it, danced because of it, threw your computer out the window because of it, wished you could chop it into bit-size pieces and burn it, laughed while reading it, wish you could read more of it, exploded because of it, went insane because of it, are obsessed with it, decided you're never going to read it again, wished you had written it, want me to change it, think it's unrealistic, think it's funny, swore loudly while reading it, think it has potential, want to throw your computer off a cliff because of it, think it's the best thing since sliced bread or felt anything because of it, good or bad. If you experienced any of those things (or others) because of my story, I would be honored to hear from you. If you didn't, please review anyway!! :D - Yolapeoples

Author's Notes:

1. Yes, the first part was an exact copy of Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, Chapter 38: The Second War Begins, pages 857-858 (in the American version). So, don't sue me! The whole point was that it was connected to the book so what better way then taking a passage directly from the book? And it was difficult typing that up too; the American books are so big! Okay, I'm done.