A/N: Sorry for this being late. My brother got really sick. And this story starts about a few weeks into the Hogwarts school year.

Chapter 2

Harry fell to the ground, dazed. Gradually he opened his eyes and looked around. He was at the front gates to Hogwarts and he could see the first rays of dawn.

'What the hell?' he thought. He sat up and closed his eyes in concentration. 'Let's see, what was it they said?' The boy brought the chant to mind and then translated it. 'Tergum ut preteritus, Tergum ut Marauders' dies….Back to the past, back to the Marauders' days…' his eyes flew open in shock. "The past…the Marauders…sedecim annus…sixth year," he whispered. "They sent me back in time. To when the Marauders were in their sixth year."

He stared at the castle in disbelief. How? Why? Then a thought stuck him like a thunderbolt. Sirius. Here he was alive.

Slowly Harry pulled himself to his feet and headed towards the castle. When he got to the lake he paused and looked at his reflection. He realized that he couldn't waltz in as Harry Potter. His current appearance was so similar to James', it would be obvious that they were related.

Drawing his wand, he changed his raven locks to a dark dirty blond and grew his hair out until it was long enough to allow him to tie it back in a low ponytail, which a few strands escaped to frame his face. With a sigh he dropped the glamours that he had placed on himself, since he no longer had to look like the poster-boy for the Light.

Harry's reflection melted into his true form, his face gaining sharper angles and losing its baby fat. His features were much more aristocratic, though marred by scars.

He ran a finger along a large jagged scar the ran from his hairline to his jaw, barely skirting the side of his left eye. He then cast a spell to hide the lightening bolt shaped curse scar on his forehead. Turning back towards the castle, he entered through the large front doors and made his way through empty halls, it being far too early for any students to be up and about. As he walked to the headmaster's office his mind was working on a cover story and name.

"Now what have we here?" a voice brought him away from his thoughts, a voice he recognized, Filch. "A student out and about at this hour?" Harry turned to the gleeful man, quickly thinking of something to tell the man.

"Actually sir," he inwardly grimaced at having to be nice to the caretaker, "I don't go to school here yet. I was trying to find the headmaster's office."

Filch glared at him, then huffed, "I haven't seen you before, that's true. But I haven't seen plenty of kids. Well I'll just make sure you get to the headmaster." The older man then turned, obviously expecting Harry to follow.

Harry quietly sighed in relief and fell in behind the caretaker. They were soon at the gargoyle and Filch whispered a password then took the boy up to Dumbledore. The headmaster was at his desk and looked up when his guests entered.

"Hello Mr. Filch and this might be?" the old man asked, his eyes twinkling.

"Found him wandering the halls. He says he doesn't go here but I think he's just trying to get out of his punishment," the old caretaker growled.

Dumbledore chuckled, "This young man is correct, Mr. Filch. He doesn't attend school here. But thank you for bringing him to me. I'll take things from here."

The caretaker left, grumbling, as Dumbledore turned back to Harry. "Have a seat, my boy. And let's talk about why you're here Mr…" he trailed off, realizing he didn't know the young man's name.

"Draconian. Cale Draconian. I would like to go to school here, sir," Harry, now Cale, said as he sat down. "I was home schooled until recently…my guardian died and wished for me to continue my schooling here," he told the half-lie with ease.

Dumbledore's eyes softened in sympathy and he decided not to press the boy for any details. "I understand Mr. Draconian. We'll sort you and decide which year to place you in." The man stood and collected the Sorting Hat, "Did your guardian tell you how things work here?" At Cale's nod, the headmaster placed the hat on is head. "The Sorting Hat will also decide which year to place you in based on what it finds out you know."

"Ah Harry, well I suppose you're Cale now aren't you young traveler? So where shall we place you this time? I doubt you want to be in Gryffindor with your father." Cale quickly agreed with this. "Well then I think I'll place you where you should have been the first time…sixth year, SLYTHERIN!"

Dumbledore took the hat after making a quick note. "Alight then, let's go over what classes you would like to take. We should be done in time to meet your fellow students at breakfast. There are a few tests that you will need to take to confirm your OWL level knowledge, but we will need a few days to arrange for you to take them." He sat at his desk and the two of them settled down to spend a few hours determining Cale's schedule for the term and finalizing other details.

A/N: I'll update 10/17 hopefully with two chapters. My grandmother is visiting and I've been forbidden to go to my happy place and write. *cringes and attempts to hide*