Chapter One:

The floor seemed to disappear around me, and it felt as though I was falling through the air. My eyes flew open and I only had two seconds to realize that that's exactly what was happening before I landed on something...or somebody, if the yelling and cursing were taken into account.

"I'm sorry!" I scrambled around trying desperately to get off of the person, and once I had I looked at him, then at his friends. My eyes landed on someone extremely familiar to me.

"Harry?" He looked at me as if I was slightly mental, before opening his mouth to reply.

"My name isn't Harry, it's James. Now, care to explain what you were doing falling from the sky? Fall off your broom, did you?"

"Where am I?" I purposely ignored his question, knowing that I was a horrible liar and I wasn't sure how to explain what was happening to me. I thought I was going to die and suddenly here I am, but the problem was, I had no idea where 'here' was.

"Hogwarts. Did you hit your head or something? You do know what Hogwarts is, don't you?" I nodded absentmindedly. I'd ever seen these four boys before, and they were all wearing Gryffindor but they looked a lot older then the ones we were supposed to be wearing.

"I know what Hogwarts is! I want to talk to Severus Snape, where is he?"

Find me. My father's words echoed around my head.

"Snivellus? What could you possibly want with that git?"

"Don't talk about him like that!" How dare these imbeciles talk about a teacher like that! Who do they think they are?

"Hey James, doesn't she remind you of Lily?"

"Yeah, always protecting poor little Snivellus." They mocked me for a few moments while I just stared at them in disgust. Bullies, that's all they were, and I was disgusted to even be seen talking to them.

"Are you going to take me to him or not?"

"Not." Three of them said, smiling like douches. The other one, however, nodded. He had shaggy black hair, and eyes that sparkled with happiness and mischief.

"I'll take you."

"Thank you." I replied as I glared at his friends, before I followed his lead and walked away.

"I'm Sirius, by the way. Sirius Black." What did he just say? Sirius Black, but he should be around thirty-six, he's supposed to be the same age as my dad!

"What...year is this?"

"It's 1978, why would you ask that? You must have hit your head pretty hard."

"Hehe." I chucked nervously, fervently hoping that this was all some extensive joke or a dream and that at any moment, I would wake up.