A/N—I was looking through random quotes online and immediately thought of something like this. This fic will be my first Marauder's Era fic, so please be kind…if you have any kind of advice or helpful input, please, please, please…do not hesitate to let me know!

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"Every exit is an entry somewhere else."
Tom Stoppard

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-----the story----- (Prologue)

"Honestly, Madame Pomfrey! We found him this way! He wasn't in a fight or anything, we woke up and there he was, in bed—stunned!"

Madam Pomfrey shooed away James Potter and Remus Lupin from the bedside so that she could get a better look at the face of Sirius Black. Peter was standing in a corner out of the way, seeming worried, but not too terribly so.

"Poppy, we just heard. Will Mr. Black be alright?" Professor McGonagall and Dumbledore walked into the Examining Room, and hovered just far enough away so as not to project that they wanted to be of any real assistance to the mediwitch, who was having quite a time trying to get Sirius into a somewhat reclining position. "It's difficult to say right now, Minerva. With out knowing exactly what happened, I can only treat him, according to what we can assume happened…that he was the victim of someone casting a Stupefy in their sleep." The mediwitch then went about treating Sirius as best as she could.

McGonagall turned to the boys standing just inside the door, "Are all of you in the same room?"

"Yes, ma'am."

Dumbledore cleared his throat, "Boys, may we see your wands?"

"Of course, Professor." James, Remus, and Peter handed Dumbledore their wands. The Headmaster pointed his own wand at Peter's wand first, "Transfiguring a hat pin into Biro, that's useful. No doubt one of your lessons, Minerva." The witch gave a small, but terse smile. He pointed his wand at Remus' next. "Ah. Practicing Aguamenti, very useful spell indeed." James' wand was last, "Transfiguring a Biro is quite practical, and so is the ability to summon water, yet I find transfiguring tea into fire whiskey, by far, the most useful!" Dumbledore handed the boys back their wands and gave James a small wink in the process.

McGonagall's eyes grew wide, "Albus! Don't encourage them! Mr. Potter, that will be twenty points from Gryffindor. Honestly, I would expect the Quidditch captain to show a better example for his team! Now, it's off to class for all of you." James made to protest, but McGonagall was steady ushering the boys out of the Hospital Wing and out into the bustling corridor. "We will make sure you are kept up to date on the treatment of Mr. Black." She then turned around and went back in to discuss with Dumbledore and Madame Pomfrey. Peter glumly went on to class, leaving James and Remus to stare into the wood of the door that had just closed behind them. "Will he be alright James?" asked Remus quietly.

"I sure hope so Mooney. I sure hope so."

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"—DAVRA!" Sirius Black bolted upright, and found himself in the Hospital Wing of Hogwarts, in the dead of night. He looked down at his digital watch, the date read '6/11/96, (June 11, 1996)' then he looked up at a calendar on the wall; the date that was recently marked off was November 6, 1976.

His shout must have woken Madame Pomfrey, because within seconds the mediwitch was rushing into the room, tittering about how wonderful it was that he was no longer stunned; she asked him all the standard questions for one who was a victim of an accidental stunning spell; 'How are you feeling?' 'Does everything move properly?' 'What do you remember from before?' Blah blah blah.

All Sirius did was shake his head, he didn't want to answer questions until he figured what the hell was going on.