A/N: Many loving thanks to my beta!! She's great!

Disclaimer: I do not own anything HP related. It all belongs to JK Rowling, Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Inc., Warner Bros., and any other entities involved.

Summery: Harry's in a deep depression. Hermione and Dumbledore hatch a plan to send him to the past. Will it help him? And will he find the unexpected there- love? Yaoi, Male/male, detailed but with warning.

Chapter 1

Harry walked towards a house that, while unfamiliar to him, caused a bittersweet ache in his heart. He somehow knew it was his parents' home, where he had spent the first two, and only truly happy, years of his life. He wandered back behind the house only to be tackled to the ground.

"Sirius," he said, grinning at the large black dog on his chest. "Get off!" The dog in question licked the boy's face until he was laughing, before sitting off to the side and resuming his human form. Sirius' face was clean-shaven and he was healthy, as though he had never been in Azkaban.

"Gotcha again, Harry," Sirius gloated.

"I'm going to get you back," Harry growled playfully, lunging at his godfather, who lept out of the way. The older man jogged backwards a way, taunting his godchild.

"Gotta catch me first, Harry....."

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"Harry, Harry wake up," Hermione's voice interrupted Harry's dream, followed by a hand on his shoulder shaking him. He fumbled for his glasses then sat up, facing his friend. The room was still dark and he could see the moon outside.

"What 'Mione? The sun isn't even up yet," he groaned. Harry wanted nothing more than to fall back to sleep, to return to his dreams where Sirius was still alive. Lately he had been doing a lot of that, barely dragging himself through the day, retreating to his bed as much as he could just so he could sleep and dream.

"Come on, Harry," Hermione said with an exasperated tone, preventing him from laying back down. "Professor Dumbledore wants us."

"Can't it wait 'til morning?" he looked hopefully at Hermione, who shook her head. He sighed and got out of bed, pulling on trousers and a shirt. "Alright then, let's go."

"Get your wand and shoes, too, Harry," she gently reminded him. He stared at her in confusion for a few seconds before comprehension appeared on his face, then went to retrieve said items.

Hermione watched her friend with worried eyes. He was sleeping so much, and when he wasn't he forgot even the most basic of things, sometimes even forgetting to eat…at least, she hoped that he was simply forgetting to eat and not deliberately trying to starve himself. He was also falling behind in his studies. It was obvious to her that he was falling into a deep depression.

As soon as Harry had finished tying his shoes Hermione grabbed him by the arm and hauled him out of the Gryffindor dormitories.

Together they snuck through the corridors. Thankfully Filch seemed to be elsewhere. At the gargoyle guarding Dumbledore's office, Hermione muttered under her breath for a few moments, trying to say the password "Ton Tongue Toffee." She stumbled over the tongue twister several times before they heard a low chuckle from the statue as it sprung aside to allow them entrance. Harry grumbled something about stupid unpronounceable passwords as they ascended the staircase.

"Harry, Hermione, good to see you. Lemon Drop?" Dumbledore greeted as they walked in. Both teens shook their heads at the offer of the sweet. The older man shrugged and popped one in is mouth. "Now Harry, I'm sure you're wondering why you are here," the man's eyes twinkled and he seemed much to joyful for this hour of the night. "There is something you need to. Are you up for it?"

Harry nodded, not really caring what was going on, but absently wondering what the man was up to now.

"Good good," the older man said clapping his hands together in glee. "Stand here, my boy. Yes just like that," Dumbledore smiled at Harry as he directed him to a spot in front of the headmaster's desk. Dumbledore then pointed his wand at the young boy as Hermione did the same from behind Harry. "Now don't worry, Harry. I assure you that we only have your best interests in mind."

Harry furrowed his eyebrows in confusion as the man started chanting and he heard Hermione doing the same thing from behind him.

"Tergum ut preteritus , tergum ut Marauder's dies. Tergum pro sedecim annus."

A blue/silver circle formed around Harry's feet and traveled upward, blocking his sight as well as his ability to hear.

Hermione and Dumbledore continued the last part of the chant.

"A schola annus abeo pro him, tunc addo him tergum hic ."

The blue/silver curtain flashed brightly then disappeared. Harry was nowhere to be seen.

"Do you think it will work?" Hermione asked timidly.

"I hope so, dear one, I hope so," Dumbledore answered. They both stared at the spot Harry had been standing, praying that the boy would come back healthier and happier than when he had left.