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Chapter one: why hide it.
Sirius POV
I was falling, falling, falling, them – SMACK! Straight into something hard, solid and cold. Ow. That hurt… a lot. Suddenly coming to my senses I sprang up into a fighting stance, ready to defend my one and only godson. James' son.
To my surprise I stood to look at a room of teenagers. The Great Hall to be exact. I dropped my stance, expecting to hear feared cries of my name from every direction, and knowing that if this happened, Albus would help me. This however didn't happen. I just saw a load of shocked faces.
Shrugging it off I turned to the Gryffindor table and searched for Harry. I saw the back of his messy haired head and was about to call his name when he turned to me.
Now, that was a SHOCK!
"James?" I asked in a whisper. But somehow he heard me.
"Yes? Do I know you?" he asked me completely confused.
I looked him hard in the face, he only seemed to be sixteen and …just so alive. Trying to think rationally the only thought that I could come up with, I had travelled back in time. Or I was dead. But I preferred the first thought much better, there was more hope of getting back to Harry. That boy couldn't deal with another loss.
Looking on either side of my old best friend and brother I saw a younger, less grey version of Remus, and on the other….. that rat! My first thought was to kill him. That way I would keep my brother and Harry his parents. But saner heads prevail.
If only I could talk to Dumbledore, he would tell me what to do. I could tell them, they would live, I wouldn't go to Azkaban and Harry would be a happy child and have help with the prophecy.
"Excuse me, dear Sir, but would you please share with us all how you happen to know young Mr Potter." A calm voice cut through my musings. Turning I saw the very person I wished to speak with.
I thought about asking him for a privet conversation about my current situation but then thought ' no one will know who I am that way', so why not have some fun with it and be straight about it?
So that's what I did.
"Albus, the way I know James there, is well, because, I'm from the future." The hall sat there in utter silence until Dumbledore stoke again.
"And, pray tell, who are you, how old are you, and what year did you come from?" he asked cooly, looking at me from over the top of his half-moon spectacles. I guess he had decided to take my approach and come right out with the truth. You couldn't really hide the fact that a battle worn man, declaring himself from the future from the whole of Hogwarts.
"Well Sir, I am Sirius Black, I'm 35 and have come from 1995, Harry James Potter's 5th year at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I look battle worn because, well I have just come from one in the Department of Mystery's. As to why I was there, Harry was lured there by Voldemort and I had to save him. I don't know why or how I am back in this time, all I know is that I fell through the veil of death and that I just left my fifteen year old godson and five of his friends in a room full of Death Eaters!"
By the end of my rant I was panting and rather depressed! I had left Harry and his friends with Death Eaters! But then again, there was also most of the Order in the room with them… in began to calm down and actually saw a look of pure shock on the old headmasters face.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw James stand up and look straight at me.
"How can I be sure?" he asked sceptically. I couldn't really blame him.
"I solemnly swear that I am up to no good. And if that isn't good enough for you I can also tell the whole hall what happened on the second week of our second year and how you-"
"NO! That's ok I believe you!" James shouted back at me while the other me, Remus and Pettigrew where in fits of laughter at his side. That had been a good day for US!
"So," he started, "I have a son?"
I nodded. "Carbon copy of you, and he found the map." I told him, having already known that we'd lost it by now.
A total look of awe and happiness crossed his face, while up at the head table, Minnie had her head in her hands and Lilly was muttering about 'potter? Reproducing?'
If only she knew. As I was about to answer my friends die question a bright light appeared to my left and Tonks fell out.
"Tonks!" I cried and bent down to pick up my little cousin. She grabbed my arm and thanked me before looking up at my face. That was when she stumbled back in shock.
"No. no. no, this can't be." She said staring at me as if I had two heads. "You're dead."
That was when my world came crashing down around me. I was dead. Harry, I'd left him. And Remus. Oh my god.
"What?" I hear all the Marauders in the back ground. Tonks turned to face them and was about t say, I could tell from look on her face, that James should be dead as well.
Quickly covering her mouth I whispered our situation in her ear and begged her not to tell anyone. She nodded.
"Professor, Tonks is from the future as well."
"1997." She added as an explanation as to why I would be dead if I was standing right there.
The headmaster nodded at her explanation.
"No! You can't die! Sirius you can't be dead! What is my future-self going to do with out you?" James looked at me with pleading eyes.
"Look after your son?" I put out there. It felt so bad lying to him. As James looked as if he was going to say something two more bright lights came from nowhere and out fell Fred – or was it George? – and … REMUS!
Remus stood up and took in his surroundings and his eyes landed on the Marauders, and he seemed ot come to the same conclusion as me, but them he saw Tonks.
"Dora" he breathed and ran towards her, embracing her close to him.
"Wow, you get someone in the future Moony," I heard my past self say rather loudly. I laughed along with him. Remus turned around to see who had spoken when his eyes landed on me and he froze. His reaction being much the same as Tonks'.
It was at the time when my and Remus gave each other a manly brother hug that whatever twin it was decided to speak up.
"Well I'm feeling rather left out!" he said with a grin. The whole hall laughed lightly.
"Well, which one are you?" I asked and the twin turned his head to show me a gaping hole where his ear should have been. Tonks propelled herself at him with cries of 'FRED!'
"What happened to you?" was my next question.
Before he could answer Dumbledore interrupted our little reunion.
"Well, we all already know who Mr Black his and what time he is from and why he looks rather battle worn. Why don't you all introduce your self's as well?"
"Very well," said a rather cheery Fred, "I am the one and only Fred Weasley, twin of George Weasley, co-owner of Weasley's Wizards Wheezes, that has now officially ran Zonks out of business. I am 19 years old, hale from 1998 and look battle worn because I have just come from the Battle of Hogwarts, where Voldemort is hunting down our poor Ickle Harrykins."
With a small bow he came to stand next to me, and I could feel that I had gone pale.
Remus stepped up next.
"I am Remus Lupin and come from the same time and place as Fred and this Is Tonks. She is the same as all of us." He didn't seem to want to say much. He just kept looking at me and the Marauders.
"Very well, why don't you all take a seat at a table and we'll have rooms made up for you all. You can stay here until we find a way to send you back." Dumbledore said with a hint of sadness in his voice. "And later you can all tell me what is so important about Mr Potter's son."
"Oh, we can do that now sir if we're being honest. Voldemort wants to kill him because Harry is all powerful and has the power to kill him and end the war." With a smile we all sat down next to the Marauders, who seemed to come out of there shock and actually talk to us.
During the meal Remus filled us all in on my death, Dumbledore and the war in general. Also the fact that he had a son, which in turn led me, young me and James to have a mini celebration at the table, attraction a few stairs.
The meal ended when Dumbledore called that it was time for everybody to go to bed. All the tables made to troop out of the hall when another bright flash of light appeared and left a small blue haired boy a black haired man in its wake.
Everybody re-took their seats.
"And you are?" asked a now very exasperated headmaster.
"Harry Potter, Boy Who Lived, The Chosen One, The Saviour, The Defeater of Voldemort, take your pick. I am 27 years old, and come from the future, I know this because you, Albus, are dead."
The little boy looked at Harry and whispered something and Harry shook his head.
Stunned silence filled the hall and wen time travellers decided to break it. Me, Tonks, Remus and Fred stood up.
"Harry?" we all asked.
My little baby godson, now a man, looked at us all, along with the child.
Shock past over his face. "Your all dead," he said not just looking at us but the Marauders as well. Including Peter. "Does that make me and Teddy dead to?"
"Well Mr Harry Potter (he winced at the title) we cannot yet tell." Dumbledore's voice reverberated off the walls.
Harry….. dead… Teddy? A little boy, dead….
