A/n: I thought I'd re-write this since i read over my works and thought- how the hell did i let this get published! HOW! THE SHAME! so i whipped up my pen- the keyboard- and wrote and posted! Enjoy!

Chapter 1

Harry awoke feeling a sick feeling at the pit of his stomach. His head throbbed and he felt his limbs swell and contract continuously. He forced his eyes open and was met by the pale ceiling above him. Then, with slowly shifting his sight he was met by the Gryffindor hangings his bed. He shot his green orbs open and jerked his whole body up straight. He ignored the pain that wanted to make his fall back to his thick duvet.

Did he change anything? Were they alive? Were they fine? Was he back?

All those questions pounded his head. He threw his legs off the mattress and dove from the hangings. He dashed into the bathroom and stared at the mirror in front of him. His mouth hung open at what he was seeing. He was eleven. eleven! His hand lingered on pulling his fringe back. He was afraid- if there was no scar, then he was safe and he would run back to his family filled with the love of his mother and father. But, if he did, then he would most probably go to the Dursleys… He then shook his head from the thought and closed his eyes; pulling his hair off his forehead for a second.

Slowly, he peeped. There was a scar. Harry felt tears wanting to pour out his eyes. He felt that all he did was a failure- all his trying, his effort in order to save his mother and father- to save everyone…

He remembered cheering with the teenage Sirius and Remus as Lily and James finally had their first kiss. He remembered how hard it was to finally close the gap between Sirius and Regulus- and finally make them the brothers they were supposed to be. He remembered how Draco- who was with him with Hermione and Ron- put a bit of sense into Narcissa's arrogant head… she may have not healed completely from her act of 'Pure bloods rule and Mudbloods drool' but at least she would give some chances. He remembered how they had also fixed the bond between the two sisters- Narcissa and Andromeda… He remembered those hard efforts and now it was all wasted-

"Harry! Harry! We did it! We did it!" He heard Ron chant outside the bathroom.

He rubbed his red eyes feverishly and flattened his fringe. Ron burst through the bathroom door and jumped onto his shoulders.

"We did it Harry! We did it- Harry?" his voice turned to worry as he eyed his best mate.

"I've still got a scar… nothing happened…"

Ron's mouth formed an 'O' and he looked at his reflection- yep, eleven- then looked back at Harry with a hopeful expression on his face.

"Well, we did get it sorted out, so, you must be living with Sirius, then?" he said.

"Yeah… I must be," the thought made him smile a bit.

He made his way back to the dorm to get a change of clothes- that was before he forgot that he hadn't brushed his teeth. So he made his way back only to find Ron snickering inside in the now locked bathroom.

Both Harry and Ron were met by a surprised Seamus, Neville and Dean as they were early for once. They made their way down the stairs- with Ron bouncing ecstatically by him. He couldn't bring himself to follow suit. He was still depressed over his parents- now that he knew them; he felt the grief more than ever.

"Harry! Ron!"

They were met by a whirlwind of brown bushy hair coming towards them, laden with heavy books. Hermione looked like a first year- she was a first year. She bounded towards them and hugged them both tightly.

"We did it!" She squealed un-Hermione like.

"No we didn't."

Harry grumpily made his way out the towards the portrait hole. Hermione looked at Ron questioningly and Ron told her what was on Harry's mind. Minutes later he found Hermione by him telling him how it might be a coincidence and how he must've been hit by the curse but his parents might still live. Harry was going to retort until he bumped into someone. He toppled over and fell on his back.

"Whoa there kid, you should watch where you're going," The voice wasn't unkind yet it had this amused tone to it- and Harry wasn't unfamiliar with it.

Harry looked up and gawked at the boy- more like a man now. From the corner of his eye he saw Hermione and Ron do the same. Sirius. It was Sirius.

"Sirius?" Ron had said his thoughts out-loud.

Sirius gave a funny look at Ron and gave an annoyed twist with his mouth.

"Yeah, yeah, very funny Mr Weasley, very funny. It would've worked better if it was at the start of the year," he said.

"Huh? Wait you aren't-"

"Good morning, Professor," Hermione piped.

Ron and Harry shot their heads towards her; they both had the same confused looks planted on their faces. "Morning, isn't it a bit early for breakfast?" he questioned.

"Oh, well, Madam Pince told us to give back some books back before class starts-"

"No need to explain, I understand you," he said as he stared to space for a while. "Anyways, no need to worry about you exams, you've all done great-"

"Regulus? Flitwick wants the 4th Year papers that you stillhaven't marked! Come on, I've been tailing you for an hour!"

The voice made them all jump and they glanced to the left where the suspecting speaker was. It was a woman and Harry had the feeling of the familiarity with her voice. But what really surprised him that this man, Sirius' mirror image, the man who Hermione called 'Professor' was Regulus Black. He remembered the boy who wore Slytherin robes with a face that was a carbon copy of Sirius yet more friendly and inviting and innocent in a way… now, he stood a Professor… he felt this odd sense of satisfaction as he took the thought that he helped… Ron still stood dumbstruck as Hermione didn't even look surprised-he had to ask about that later…

They saw him offer them a helpless smile and make his way to the slim lady-in Professor robes as well- who had her hands in her hips and an annoyed look on her face. She seemed unbelievably familiar as well- then it hit Harry, Marlene McKinnon. Her wavy brown hair was the same as ever and her annoyed face still had youth in it- though they were both around their late twenties they looked as though they were still exploring adulthood like in the early twenties…

"Regulus?" Ron gasped in surprise. "Him?"

"Quite a surprise, he might be the Charms professor- but Flitwick's still here, hmmm?" she thought to herself as they made their way to the great hall.

"And how did you know he was a Professor?" Ron asked skeptically.

"Well, he was wearing those robes, so I took the chance," she said as she shrugged her shoulders casually.

"The lady's Marlene," Harry said thoughtfully.

It seemed odd to call them Professor, he got so used to calling them Regulus and Marlene back when he was in their time. He wondered if they were still together… he remembered when he would see them together on the grounds in secret at night. They would laugh and hold each other… completely in love… and now, they were both Professors, so they must be still in a relationship- heck they might be married with a child- Harry shuddered at the thought… they didn't look like the parent type… he removed the thoughts from his head and continued walking with the bickering Ron and Hermione-

"Oh no! Today's review of papers!" Hermione said all of a sudden as she dropped all her books.

"Yeah, so?" Ron said tonelessly.

"Our exams- I might've not studied! I don't even know how I did! Oh no!"

"Well at least one thing didn't change; her," Ron said as he jerked his head to the now panicking Hermione.

AN: I feel that thats a bit better, what do you guys think? Please review and tell me!