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Harry slowly opened his eyes and found himself staring at a blurry, yet all too familiar, ceiling. He was in the Hogwarts hospital wing. This truly threw Harry. He now had absolutely no idea what was going on.

Harry reached for the table beside his bed for his glasses. He sat up as everything around him came into focus and an extremely worried looking Matron suddenly filled his vision.

"Madam Pomphrey! Poppy!" Harry exclaimed, wondering why she was in this, was it a dream?

"Yes, Madam Pomphrey, though not Poppy. It's a lovely name though." the Hogwarts Matron replied. Harry was extremely confused. If this wasn't Poppy, but was Madam Pomphrey, then who was she? He decided that she must be Poppy's mother, but having never met her couldn't understand why she was here.

"What is going on? What happened to me?" Harry asked, feeling that asking about his death wasn't the best move.

"You are in the Hogwarts hospital wing," 'At least I got that bit right', Harry thought, "You appeared in the grounds unconscious three days ago. You were pretty beaten up, for a while we thought you weren't going to make it. You are healed now, which is the main thing, but you will have to excuse me for a moment. Professor Dumbledore asked me to tell him when you woke up."

At the mention of Dumbledore Harry became even more confused. Someone else who wasn't dead was in his dream, but he figured that this Dumbledore, like the one he knew, would be able to explain what had happened.

The doors to the infirmary opened and Dumbledore appeared with Madam Pomphrey. Dumbledore looked slightly younger than Harry remembered him, his hair and beard were shorter but his eyes still had their trademark twinkle.

"Ah, I see that you have rejoined the conscious world. We feared for a time that this would not occur; you came extremely close to death. Whatever you went through must have been horrific." Dumbledore said, his twinkling eyes giving Harry the familiar feeling of being x-rayed.

Harry sat in silence realising that Dumbledore had no idea who he was or what had happened to him. This worried Harry slightly, especially since he lacked the same knowledge.

"I wonder if you could inform us of who you are and how you came to be at Hogwarts?" Dumbledore inquired. Harry remained silent, wondering what to say. Should he tell Dumbledore the truth, or lie? He decided on the truth – or at least part of it.

"I'm really not sure how I got here. Vol- this man hit me with the killing curse and then I woke up here. I'm dead, right? I'm not quite sure why you are here though. You weren't dead the last I knew."

Dumbledore gave Harry a calculating look before responding. "No, I am not dead. And would also like to point out that you in fact are not dead either, unless my, excuse my phrasing, cleverness has misinformed me and I am in fact dead also."

Harry had to chuckle at this statement. This Dumbledore was exactly like the one he remembered.

"I do believe, however, that you still have not mentioned your name. You look very similar to one of the students here, though I believe he has no known relatives around your age."

Harry's heart beat hard in his chest. Surely Dumbledore wasn't inferring Harry's father with his last comment. Sudden realisation hit Harry. Madam Pomphrey was Poppy's mother, Dumbledore was younger, and Harry's father, mother, and the Marauders were here! Harry was in the past!

"Oh, I'm Harry, sir, Harry P-Peters." Harry cursed himself for letting out his first name and hurriedly changed his surname before it was too late. Dumbledore shared a significant look with the Matron at Harry's stumble, and she left the infirmary immediately.

"Well, Mr Peters, it is nice to meet you. I am Professor Dumbledore, the Headmaster here at Hogwarts. I must ask, are you related to James Potter? You look uncannily alike."

Harry felt his chest constrict at the mention of James – his father really was here. "Sorry Professor, I've never heard of a James Potter before, though I s'pose that doesn't mean we aren't related."

"Yes, it is possible. You do look very similar though. No matter."

At this point, Madam Pomphrey returned, leading a very confused looking James Potter. Harry gasped at the sight of his father. They really were as similar as everyone told him. Harry realised that if he were standing, he and James would be within an inch of the same height.

"Ah, Mr Potter, how nice to see you again. I can assure you that you are not in trouble." At this statement, James visibly relaxed, whilst Harry resisted the urge to laugh. "This is Harry Peters," Dumbledore continued, "He assures me that you are not related no matter how much you look alike, and I'm sure we would know about him if you were."

James was giving Harry a strange look, as if calculating the teen before him.

"I've summoned you, Mr Potter, to prevent the shock of meeting your would-be twin in the halls without forewarning. Perhaps you could show Mr Peters around the school; you seem to have an excellent knowledge of it," Dumbledore's eyes were sparkling, "And I'm sure a familiar face would be welcome." Dumbledore had no idea about the familiarity Harry possessed with the students of his school.

"Um, I guess, Professor, sure." James replied, still looking puzzled with the scene before him.

"Thank you, James. You may return to class now – Transfiguration I believe?" James looked stunned that the Headmaster knew his timetable, but nodded and turned to leave.

James was nearly at the doors when he turned and faced Harry. "I s'pose I'll see you around then, eh Harry?" he said with a smirk.

Harry just nodded and smiled in response, hoping deep down that he would be seeing a lot more of James.

Harry turned back to Dumbledore just in time to see an inquisitive look on his face, as if wondering the truth about the teen in front of him.

"Well, Harry, I believe that is settled. This is all, of course, if you wish to stay?" Dumbledore asked as if realising he hadn't made this point yet.

"Oh, yeah. I definitely want to stay. As if I would miss out on Hogwarts!"

"Yes, of course Mr Peters. I have a feeling Poppy will want to keep you here a while longer," Harry groaned at this, causing Dumbledore to chuckle. "I'm sure that you would rather leave, but we must ensure that you are okay. I will make an announcement to the school tonight telling them that you have come from a school abroad and not to question you too much. It is Halloween in two days time, so we shall sort you at the feast. I feel you will fit in in Sixth Year; you haven't missed too much yet to be at a disadvantage. Good afternoon, Mr Peters."

Dumbledore excused himself from the infirmary, leaving Harry to his extremely jumbled thoughts. He resolved to not tell anyone about his past, their future, but was determined to get to know his parents. Harry nearly broke down as his thoughts moved to Sirius. He was still alive! Harry was going to have to try very hard not to show sadness around Sirius.

Harry then realised that Wormtail was a part of the gang. Harry was going to have a hard time not killing the man that ruined his life.