November 13th, 1975
Harry struggled to stay comfortable while in his slumber. Since when has his bed been so... hard? The ones in the Gryffindor Common Room were very comfortable...
Harry opened his eyes to reveal an outside scene. In fact, he was outside Hogwarts. There were many people asleep on the ground; many he knew, many he didn't.
He found his glasses and put them on. He looked around the surrounding area. He saw about six people he didn't know.
He walked inside the castle. It looked somewhat different... he didn't even know. He continued walking the deserted corridors when he saw a lantern.
Hesitating, Harry jumped beside a suit of armor.
"Prongs I could've sworn I heard footsteps," someone said.
"Padfoot just, shut up, you're gonna get us caught," another voice said. "We have to get Moony to the Shrieking Shack..."
Harry furrowed his eyebrows. Padfoot? Prongs? Moony? That couldn't be true... his dad... Prongs... was dead... Maybe someone was just messing with him...
A snicker echoed the halls. "Prongs, look!"
A boy, about his age, was pointing his finger at Harry. He tried his best to stay still. The other boy, Prongs, put the lantern near his face, and then laughed too. "It's a statue of me!"
The two laughed. A small boy come around the corner, shaking. "Guys... I think we're a little too late..."
They both instantly stopped laughing. All three of them ran around corner, giving Harry a chance to escape. He walked around the corner, glancing at all of them.
"Remus! Just... stay calm... hold on...!" Padfoot said.
It was to late. Remus was already starting to change. Harry widened his eyes, just realizing what had happened.
He, along with the others, were somehow sent back in time.
Harry moved back behind the corner, trying to process everything. He, his friends, and some strangers were sent back in time to his dad's time... somehow...
He jumped a bit wen he heard a howl. He heard patted feet come his direction. The sound started to decrease and he saw what he had in his third year- a werewolf Remus Lupin.
He pushed himself against the wall. He heard the others footsteps. Once they arrived, Padfoot, or rather Sirius, gasped. "James... the statue!"
Harry pushed the thought aside, forgetting the werewolf was Remus, and said, "Petrificus Totalus!" He was breathing heavily, and then remembered that one important fact...
"Oh no..."
The werewolf lay frozen on the floor. Sirius automatically went up to it and touched it to see if it was really frozen. It was. He then turned to James. "Will he change back.. even frozen?"
"I don't know," James said. "I'm not a werewolf expert!"
Sirius took a deep breath and then turned to Harry. "Who are you anyways, statue man?"
"Harry," he said breathlessly.
"Harry who?" James asked.
He hesitated for a second and then said, "I'm Harry Potter."