"- Sirius! Get up you lazy sod!"

Sirius opened his eyes, rolled over and blinked up at the red awning covering his bed. What a weird dream. He rarely dreamt and when he did, it definitely wasn't that vividly. It had all felt so real. His anger at Evans, the resentment at his friends for not having his back, the heat from the sand in the hourglass...

"Pads? Are you awake?" Prongs asked from where he sat astride Sirius' legs. Remus was sat on his own bed, carefully lacing his shoes. Peter had taken over the mirror in order to consider his hair for the day. It looked the same as it always did, so Sirius had no idea why he had to look so embarrassed.

"Sirius?" Remus asked, frowning.

Shaking his head, Sirius propped himself up onto his elbows, kicking his legs until James obliging climbed off of him. "Oh right. I guess I'm just a little out of it. What were you saying, Moony?" He slid out of bed and stretched leisurely, pyjama bottoms nearly slipping off his hips. He playfully shoved past James and grabbed his school shirt.

"I was going to ask if you want us to just leave and let you sleep, but it seems you've answered my question now." Finished with his laces and in the process of finger-combing his hair nearly to one side, Remus shot him a suspicious look. "Why are you up so late anyway? Normally you're awake before the sun rises."

"Yeah!" James cried, seemingly only just then realising that for himself. He rounded on the other black-haired boy. "What gives, Paddy? Didn't sleep well?"

Sirius rolled his eyes, stepping into his trousers and tucking in his still-unbuttoned shirt. He began lacing his tie. What's with all the questions? I was just tired, s'all. Nothing sinister."

"You were crying last night," Peter piped up.

There was a short silence and Sirius couldn't help but shoot his friend a scathing glare. "Thank you for your very helpful input, Wormtail, but could you not tell people that I happened to cry like a baby in my sleep? That'd be just great."

"It's nothing to be embarrassed about -" James said haltingly.

Sirius cut him off. "I know that, Prongs. I'd rather just pretend it didn't happen, though. You feel like you're going to blurting out anything else about me, huh Pete? McGonagall calls on you in class and instead of 'question six' you say 'did you know Sirius' parents sometimes lock him in the cellar?' or 'he uses magic at home because the Ministry doesn't care what the Black family do' or maybe you'll screw Moony and Prongs over too. 'Haha, guess what we did last year! We became Animagi so we could hang out with a werewolf!'"

Peter's skin had turned a very strong shade of magenta, and James finally stepped in. "Enough! He didn't mean to say that, and you know it."

Of course, he didn't mean to, but that didn't change the fact that he did. If Peter blurted every thought that came into his head, the Ministry wasn't going to forget because he didn't fucking mean it!

He knew he had a temper. Even someone looking at him wrong could send him into a frenzy, and he relied heavily on his friends to hold him back when that inevitable happened. Even as a child he'd had a short fuse; screaming his head off when Kreacher wouldn't get him his blanket fast enough or heated his milk to the wrong temperature. Sirius could clearly remember his Mother praising him for 'knowing his own importance as a Pureblood and heir to the Black family'. It wasn't anything like that, he just...well, it felt like everyone was out to get him. The girl in the hall didn't like his jokes, but she also could be plotting to frame him for something. And the old woman in Hogsmeade might simply be friendly, but maybe her motive was more sinister.

"Helllllooo? Earth to Sirius! You okay in there, buddy?"

Sirius blinked out of his daydream and found James smirked at him, clearly amused. Peter still looked mortified and Remus was tapping his foot impatiently by the door. "What? Oh, yeah. I'm fine. Just thinking," He shoved Peter's shoulder. "Cheer up, Wormtail. I forgive you for being an idiot."

Peter opened his mouth and closed it a couple of moments later. He nodded hastily.

"Great!" James said cheerfully, practically skipping over to where Remus stood, "To breakfast!" He threw the door open and headed out, fist held aloft. Remus followed more sedately with, rolling his eyes.

Sirius grabbed his shoes and slung his satchel over his shoulder. "Come on, Petey Pie!"

When he arrived in the Common Room Sirius immediately found himself stared at by what seemed to be everyone in the room. He looked to Remus for help, only to find his friend rolling his eyes. Again. If he did that too often it would soon become annoying.

James coughed politely. "Paddy. Look down."

Sirius did as instructed. "Oh yeah." He began buttoning up his shirt, pulling his tie out so it was on top. That's what that draft had been. And the staring.

When he looked back up everyone had gone back to their business, and the lads were staring at him with varying shared amusement. Like they could talk. James consistently looked like an owl was nesting in his hair and Remus had ink on his face. Peter didn't even deign to mention.

"Ready?" Remus asked.

Sirius grinned charmingly, sauntering past his friends and towards the exit. "Yeah. Hey, guys, why are people looking at me like we look at Snivellus?"

"I guess people are pissed about our breakfast prank yesterday," James shrugged.

"The Ravenclaws are saying that the boy you 'pranked' is crying in the bathroom," Remus said, Merlin Bless his beautiful werewolf-y hearing.

The Fat Lady swung up and they started to descend one of the moving staircases. Students moved aside so they could pass, but Sirius paid them no mind. He had more important things to focus on. Like weird coincidences.

"Really?" He asked, feigning apathy. "Hasn't he got over that yet?"

A very familiar face seemed to materialize out of nowhere in front of him. Sirius stopped so he wouldn't run into whatshisface. Huh. He was definitely having déjà vu.

"Of course he hasn't!" The Hufflepuff shouted. "You humiliated him in front of the entire school!"

"Get out of my face, kid," Sirius said darkly.

"Make me, Black! You only pick on people not strong enough to defend - !"

Sirius decked him hard enough that the other boy stumbled back and hit the nearest surface.

Which wouldn't have been too bad if said surface hadn't been the bannister of the moving staircase, and the Hufflepuff hadn't toppled over the side.

Remus dropped his book as everyone started screaming, running to see if their classmate was alright. They were all looking over the edge and someone was yelling 'Fetch a professor! Get Madame Pomfrey!' as people charged downstairs to get a better look.

Sirius bolted in the other direction. He went up instead of down and skidded to a stop in front of the Fat Lady. Her mouth was open and she seemed unable to tear her eyes away from his face.

"Licorice!" He snapped and she swung open wordlessly, obviously still in shock.

Merlin, she was in shock and she hadn't even done anything. Sirius had been the one to push the kid! He was a murderer. They were going to ship him off to Azkaban and the worst part was how proud his family would be with him.

'Sirius, dear, we always knew you were a Black deep down. Now, let's see about getting you out of this little mess, hm?' His mother's voice said in that sickly-sweet tone she used to use when he was little.

Sirius tore through the Common Room, ignoring the surprised eyes watching him, and up the stairs to their dormitory. He locked the door with a flick of his hand and threw his satchel on the floor. He dropped himself next to it and rested his cheek on the cold wood, his breath coming in uneven bursts. Sirius squeezed his eyes shut.

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck!

"Please just be a dream," He begged. "Like that stupid timeturn…" His eyes popped open. "Timeturner."

This couldn't be a coincidence. Everything had happened like it had in his dream. Was it a dream? Things hadn't gone exactly the same but it was all too synced for something not to be happening.

Was he still asleep? Sirius pinched his arm and hoped for the sensation of waking from a nightmare.

A few seconds past. Nothing happened.

"Okay," he said aloud. "Not asleep. So...premonition?" But that didn't make any sense! Why would he foresee something that happened differently when he awake?

"A warning?" He mused. If that was the case then he probably needed to take his dream-omens a little more seriously. Though...not that it would matter now. Not when he was soon to be tried for murder and sent to Azkaban.

There was a noise outside the door. Sirius turned his head slowly, heart thundering in his ears. Were they here to arrest him already? He sat up, barely daring to breath.

The handle begun to turn...Hadn't he locked that? Another floorboard creaked.

"Hello?" Sirius called softly. "James? Remus?"

The door opened. The hallway was empty, but there was a cold draft that lifted his hair and caused goosebumps to break out across any exposed skin. Sirius climbed slowly to his feet, taking a few hesitant steps forward so that stood in the doorway, peering out into the empty hall.

There was nothing. No ghost appeared to surprise him and no professor or ministry official was hiding in the shadows, waiting to whisk him away into custody. Weird.

He stepped out and looked up the narrow staircase that led to the upper dorms just in time to catch a glimpse of a shadow disappearing around the corner.

"Hey!" He said loudly. "Hey, you!"

Sirius hurried up the stairs, shoes seemingly stepping on every squeaky floorboard there was to be found. He pushed into the Seventh Year Boys' dorm. There was no one in there. Not a sausage.

One of the windows flew open, crashing against the stone wall with an almighty 'BANG'. Sirius jumped, ran to said window and stared out. A black-cloaked figure was hovering on a broom a few dozen feet away, head turned in his direction. It was eerie and for a few long moments, Sirius stayed frozen.

But that was only for a moment.

"Who are you?" He called angrily. "What House are you in?" He couldn't imagine a fellow housemate tormenting the Prince of Gryffindor, as he'd been nicknamed. (Though, admittedly, mostly by himself.) Probably a Slytherin.

The figure swayed closer and suddenly Sirius could see how small he was. Definitely not tall enough to be a Professor, though he didn't know why they'd do such a thing anyway. Was it a girl, then? Evans, maybe?

He leaned further out the window, bracing himself on the sill. "Hey! Answer me!"

"Sorry about this, Sirius," the figure said, voice distinctively male. "It's not personal."

"What's not personal?" He demanded as the man got within grabbing distance. Sirius braced himself. "What do you want from me?"

A hand shot out a latched onto his collar, pulling him over the ledge and out into the voice of nothingness. Mouth opening, Sirius let out a breathy gasp that was cut short as he hit the roof below and rolled down the shingles, body rag dolling.

The figure caught him as he reached the edge, a foot held out to stop him from falling onto the hard ground below. For a second Sirius panted in shock, staring up at his would-be murderer with his heart in his throat.

Then his voice returned.

"What the fuck?!" Sirius yelled, attempting to scramble away from the edge. The figure held strong, keeping him in place with the foot that wasn't braced on his broom. "You could've killed me!"

"Yeah," the figure sighed. He reached up and pulled back his cloak. "We know."

"What the fuck," Sirius said again, pulse thundering. "What are - who - polyjuice?!"

"Nope," the person who looked just like him what the actual fuck said darkly. "Remember that time turner?"

"...The one I smashed in my dream?" Sirius said. "Am I still asleep?" He added hopefully, staring up into a version of his own face he'd rarely seen. It was so stern looking.

"Unfortunately not," Other-Sirius said, frowning. There was blood smeared across his cheek and jaw, disappearing under the collar of his cloak. "It's all very confusing, but the basically I'm you from the future, come back to stop you messing things up."

"You're kidding. Me from the future? How do I know you're not just some crazy guy trying to kill me with mind games and by throwing me off a roof?"

"Because you just murdered someone and if I know us - which I do - then we don't want to end up in Azkaban for the rest of our lives! Right?"

"Right," Sirius said weakly. "So pulling me out a window was your solution?"

"That wasn't my solution," Other-Sirius said. "My solution is to drop you off this roof, too. But that's after we talk."

Sirius swallowed heavily. He propped himself up, bracing one foot against the lip of the shingles. "Oh," he said, rather calm in the face of his impending death at his own hands. Metaphorically and literally. "...What do we have to talk about?"

"Our attitude," Other-Sirius said harshly. "It's not good, s'what it is. Being stuck in time for a hundred years will give you a good perspective on life."

"Wait, I must've misheard you. Did you say a hundred years stuck in time? As in - repeating the same day over and over? This day?"

Other-Sirius jerked his head in the affirmative. "Uh-huh," he said. "Same day, every day. We wake up in bed, get confronted by DiSalvori, argue with Evans, fight with James, get detention. Some things can change, but those are the staple events."

"DiSalvori? Isn't that -"

"Italian Pureblood family, yeah."

"So that Hufflepuff boy…" Sirius trailed off.

"Is Don Enzo's youngest son? Mm-hm. His name is Mateo, by the way." Other-Sirius glanced over his shoulder, expression troubled. "Hey, look, I have to go now. I was going to give you the run by of what to do, but it looks like I'll have to cut it short for now."

"Hey - !"

"Try and be a bit friendlier, okay?" Other-Sirius cut across. "Not everyone's out to get us."

"Wait - !"

"And do make an effort not to kill anyone, will you? That part is always horrible."

"Stop!" Sirius exclaimed, shaking his head rather violently. "I don't understand what you're talking about! Isn't there time to talk about this?"

"Yes," Other-Sirius said."There's always time. But, just...not right now."

"SIRIUS!"

Head whipping around, Sirius stared up at James, who was hanging from their dormitory window, face completely ashen. He looked ready to jump out at any moment. "Sirius! What're you doing?!"

"Prongs!" Sirius called back. "I - what -"

"There are Aurors crawling around the castle! That Hufflepuff...he's. You."

"He's dead," Sirius filled in, refusing to cry. "I'm going to Azkaban, aren't I?"

"No! Or, well...maybe I should floo my parents? Just. Just come here, alright? My Dad can sort this all out!"

Sirius laughed rather hysterically. "How, James?! How can he sort this out? I killed someone! I'll be lucky if they don't give me The Kiss right away!"

"You're right," Other-Sirius said darkly. "That's exactly what they'll do. But if you jump it'll all reset. You'll be back with everything as it was when you woke up. A do-over. The second one."

"I'm not going to jump!" Sirius yelled at him.

James yelled back. "Good! Good, I'm holding you to that, but Paddy...Please just come here. I need to make sure you won't."

"Shut up, Prongs," Other-Sirius muttered, before his voice increased in volume. "I'm sorry, Sirius, but there's no other way. This is how things have to be this go around."

"No!" James shouted as Other-James removed his foot and Sirius slid down the shingles and off the roof. "Sirius!"

Sirius screamed as he fell, the ground rushing up to meet him. He squeezed his eyes shut, bracing for impact. He was going to kill -