In the last chapter of Back to the Past: Harry's Wish

"I will remember," he assured Harry. "Now I believe you really should go back. I will see you in a few years." Harry nodded and paced back and forth. I need some place where I can think. I need some place where I can think. A door appeared.

"I'll see you soon Professor." Harry stepped inside the room and said in his head, I wish I could go back to my own time. He stepped out of the room again and in to the corridor. There was light streaming in through one of the windows at the very end of it. It was day. Harry had gone back to his own time. He started to walk along the corridor, the door vanishing behind him.

"Harry!" said a voice from behind him. He looked around to see Hermione running toward him, closely followed by Ginny, who was changed in to Quidditch robes. "Please talk to Ginny, she needs some advice for today," Hermione pleaded. Harry looked at Ginny who looked a little pale.

"Sure," Harry began. He was cut off for a moment by a muffled voice that seemed to be coming from Hermione's bag. "Hermione? Are you trying to smuggle a house elf to freedom?" Harry found himself asking, smiling slightly.

"Don't be so immature, Harry," Hermione said sternly, opening her bag. "Honestly, this fight between you and Sirius has gone on quite long enough! He only had your best interest in mind when he agreed with Dumbledore that you need Occlumency lessons, even if they were with Snape." Hermione pulled a mirror out of her bag. Harry had to jump back some at what he saw. Instead of seeing his own or Hermione's reflection he saw Sirius. He looked somewhat different. He didn't look like he had ever been in Azkaban. His hair was short, his skin clean-shaven, and he was wearing brand new robes instead of secondhand and frayed ones.

"Hello, Hermione," he greeted. Hermione walked a little ahead of Harry and Ginny. "Harry's still miffed, I take it?" he asked. Although he could not see it, Harry was sure she was rolling her eyes. "Well, I just thought I'd let you know I'm waiting in the Entrance Hall." Harry felt his heart skip a beat. Did Sirius just say he was in the Entrance Hall? At Hogwarts?

Hermione tucked the mirror in to her bag again and looked at Harry over her shoulder. "Are you at least going to sit with us?" she asked. "Or are you going to force Sirius to sit with the teachers? He doesn't like it when you're not talking to him, Harry. Where are you going?" she called out. Harry had broken out in to a run. Hermione and Ginny started to run after him, pleading for him to slow down.

He stopped dead in his tracks when he reached the Entrance Hall. Sirius was standing there, talking with Professor McGonagall. This had to be a dream. Sirius was supposed to be a convicted murderer in hiding. What was he doing in broad daylight?

"Hey, Mr. Black!" Dean called out as he passed by. Sirius looked around.

"I told you Dean, call me Sirius!" he called after him. McGonagall walked out the doors and Harry felt a hand on his arm. Before he registered that it was Hermione's, she had dragged him over to Sirius.

"Hello, Hermione," he greeted. "Harry, you look like you've seen a ghost." Sirius looked concerned and Harry could understand why. He felt white and shaky and was very surprised he hadn't fainted at the sight of Sirius in the Entrance Hall talking casually talking with Professor McGonagall.

Finally, Harry said, "Boy do I have a story for you."

...Now…

Back to the Past: Harry's Wish Part II

Sirius eyed Harry curiously. "So, I guess you're not mad at me?" he asked. Now it was time for Harry to eye Sirius curiously.

"Why would I be mad?" Harry found himself asking. Sirius took a small step back and seemed to be examining Harry.

"Who are you and what've you done with the real Harry James Potter?"

"Who are you and what've you done with the real Sirius Black? You're not supposed to be here!"

"Harry!" scolded Hermione. "Grow up! Honestly!" Sirius just waved his hand.

"It's okay, Hermione," he told her. "He's had it rough lately and those Occlumency lessons can't have been too much fun. He can be mad at me if he wants."

"But I'm not mad at you!" Harry tried desperately to explain. "I'm just surprised to see you in the Entrance Hall! Here! Where everybody can see you!" Sirius put a hand on Harry's head, checking to see if he was running a fever. Harry impatiently brushed his hand away.

"I'm not sick!" Harry said impatiently.

"Sorry," Sirius apologized. "I just thought I'd check. I don't see why you're so worried about me coming to watch a Quidditch game."

Of course I'm worried, Harry thought to himself. You're a convicted murderer on the run! Or are you?

"I'm not worried! I'm-"

"Hem-hem!" Harry cringed at the sound of the cough. Just his luck, Umbridge was still there. He looked around to see the toad-like woman looking very happy. Of course she was, Ginny was standing there about to play the same position Harry had played before he was banned from Quidditch.

"Don't dawdle in the Entrance Hall," she said in her falsely-sweet voice. She stood there staring at the lot of them until they left.

"I'd love to give that woman a good kick," Sirius growled under his breath. "The stuff she's done to you and to Remus…" Sirius continued muttering under his breath about Umbridge, using words and names Harry had heard used only once before by Kreacher. Harry could hardly concentrate on the game. All he could really concentrate on was Sirius. He was here. In the open! There was nobody panicking at the sight of him. What had Harry done in the past that brought this about?

"That's too bad," said Sirius' voice as if from a long distance away. Harry broke away from his train of thought to look at the score. Gryffindor had lost by ten points. The game seemed incredibly short and the Gryffindor supporters incredibly glum. "So what's with you, Harry?" Both Sirius and Hermione were look at Harry with a mixture of concern and confusion.

"Come on," Harry said. He didn't want to talk about this in front of a large crowd of people. "I'll explain it to both of you." The two of them followed Harry back in to the castle and he led them in to the first empty classroom he could find.

"What's this all about Harry?" Sirius asked as soon as he shut the door behind him. Harry sighed and explained how he had gotten up that morning and gone in to the Room of Requirement and wished he could safely talk with Sirius.

"You could've just used the mirror, Harry," Sirius pointed out. Harry shook his head.

"Sirius," Harry said, not sure how to explain to Sirius. "this morning, I didn't have the mirror. Before I went in to the Room of Requirement you were a-a…a convicted murderer on the run."

"What?" said Sirius. "Harry, mate I think you really are sick-"

"I'm not sick! Let me explain! I went back in time and somehow changed around my future!" There was a great ringing silence in the room for a few seconds before Sirius cleared his throat and said, "Could you possibly elaborate on this, Harry?" So he did.

Harry explained how he had been feeling depressed about how he wasn't on the team anymore and everybody thought he was a loon and nobody believed him and he just wanted to talk with Sirius. So he went in to the Room of Requirement and wished he could safely talk with Sirius and spent about a month in his parent's time when they were teenagers at school.

"How was I a convicted murderer this morning and now I'm just the godfather that's been your legal guardian since your parents died?" Sirius asked curiously. Harry continued, even though his throat was very dry from first explaining about how Sirius had gone after Peter, got framed for murdering thirteen people, and ended up in Azkaban for twelve years and was the first one to escape. Hermione looked white. Sirius, however, was still puzzled.

"What I don't get is, you look exactly like James. If you did come back to Hogwarts while I was there, how come I don't remember you?" Before Harry could open his mouth to say he had absolutely no idea why Sirius didn't remember him from his Hogwarts years, the classroom door swung open. Hermione emitted a small shriek before collecting herself and seeing who had just come in. It was Professor Dumbledore with an odd sort of twinkle in his eye.

"It's amazing what a simple Memory Charm can do," Dumbledore said with a small sort of smile.

Author's Note: Many of you asked for a sequel. So here's the first chapter. I know it's kind of short but it's kind of more like a prolouge than an actual chapter. I hope you enjoyed it.

-opungo