" " –Speech 'thoughts'- Thoughts

Harry dreamed again that night. He dreamt the same dreams that haunted him since Sirius' 'death', but somehow, they weren't the nightmares he so desperately tried to claw away from. He still saw the Battle of the Department of Mysteries, but it no longer contained the bleak qualities he remembered, no longer was the crushing feeling of guilt threatening to swallow him in blackness. That's not to say he was feeling particularly positive about it, but at least he no longer felt like curling up in corner and dying. Still he saw the final battle of Sirius Black against Bellatrix Lestrange. But now it was the little details which caught his attention. He saw the way they were fighting, the way they danced around each other while throwing hexes and curses, as though they weren't really trying to hit their target. The witty comments and retorts thrown back and forth between the two as they dueled and the looks on their faces of determination and enjoyment, not so dissimilar to the faces of those dueling at the D.A. practices. Like friends having fun.
Harry recognized the scene unfolding before him and knew the impending 'death' of Sirius was approaching. But this time he saw what really happened. Bellatrix had rather excitedly sent a stunner at Sirius, and he was unable to dodge it like he had previous spells. As he fell, Harry saw Bellatrix's look of glee as she had bested her cousin in a duel, but he then saw a brief glimpse of something else. A look of abject horror as Bellatrix saw where Sirius had fallen and disappeared. Although brief, that look in her eyes was unmistakable, a look of shame, guilt and sadness. A look, Harry was all too familiar with as he had seen in himself many times after Sirius' 'death'. 'No wonder she's practically insane' Harry thought as he saw her run away hysterically shouting that she had killed Sirius. Her voice no longer holding the glee of a mad women, but instead full of grief, sorrow and disbelief. Seeing, and finally understanding, the broken woman who had been through so much, he felt utter disgust for himself for sinking to the depths of the Death Eaters to torture her with the cruciatus curse, disgust at himself for viciously attacking someone so frail and vulnerable. He would never understand how Voldemort or his followers could gain pleasure from such acts of cruelty.

/

Harry awoke that morning to smell of cooking food. For a moment he forgot where he was as he looked around the unfamiliar room, only to remember the encounter with his 'believed to be dead' godfather. Harry was quite surprised with how well he was taking this situation, but that may have been to do with the lingering after-effects of the spell Sirius cast on him the night before. What disturbed him more were the revelations made about Bellatrix Lestrange, mainly the fact that she was dragged kicking and screaming into Voldemort's inner circle and made the way she is. He had a feeling that there were details that Sirius was leaving out, but he decided he wasn't going to press him on the matter, he had vague ideas of what he was hiding and he definitely didn't want to discover if his suspicions were true.

As he climbed out the bed he'd been left in, he noticed he was still wearing the clothes he had arrived in, and he promptly did a rundown of the contents of his pockets to see what he had with him.

'Let's see what we have, ah first things first, wand, thank you Moody. CONSTANT VIGILANCE!' Harry let out a quiet chuckle, shook his head and continued his search 'what else? Hmm, wallet which is bigger than it looks and few guitar plectrums, yea really useful.'
Now that he'd established what little he had brought with him, he was thankful that he had at least brought his wand. He didn't fancy going to Ollivander's and messing up the timeline by getting his wand before his younger self would get it. But, he reasoned, he'd been sent back to change the future, in quite a drastic way, so he really couldn't mess it up much more could he?

Deciding to leave these philosophical musings on time travel 'til after breakfast he decided to try and find the kitchen, only really trying to follow the smell of the cooking food in vague hopes of reaching his destination.

/

10 minutes later, Harry finally ambled into the kitchen to find Sirius at the stove, he turned to Harry,

"Mornin' Harry, did you have a good sleep"

"Yea, it was….good" Harry decided he wasn't ready to bring up the subjects of his dreams just yet and poured himself some juice

"Well it should've been, you've been asleep for about 5 days now"

"What!" nearly choking on his drink, "Why didn't you wake me?"

"You looked like you needed it, besides; the spell I used to help you sleep is supposed to help work through your stress and problems, and I figured you'd be under a lot of pressure so I let you be. There's a reason it's called Peaceful Sleep"

"But did you not think anything was wrong? I mean it does seem an abnormally long time to be asleep"

"No, when I first used the spell on myself, I was out of it for 3 days. I knew you were coping with a lot more than me so I knew you'd take longer, I'm more surprised you only needed 2 extra days" A burning smell began to punctuate the air and Sirius glanced back at the stove "Oh fuck, well there goes breakfast"

After the culinary disaster of Sirius' was cleared up, they settled with a bowl of cereal, both remaining silent as they ate. Harry was the first to break the uncomfortable silence. To his credit he decided to not dwell on the conversation of the previous night, but to instead ask; "So… how did you get involved in Dumbledore's plan?"

Sirius finished his mouthful of food, "Ah, straight to business then Mr. Potter, very well." Full of his usual swagger "This sort of thing would be easier to show you than try to explain it, but unfortunately I don't own a pensieve so we must do this the old fashioned way. I only ask that you don't interrupt me"

"As I told you already, I've been waiting 5 years for you to arrive, but for me, it's been 8 years since I passed through the veil. Thankfully, I didn't turn up at the ministry when I came back, otherwise I probably would've ended up in Azkaban for breaking into the Department of Mysteries. I thankfully turned up in a London Alley, but with nowhere to go, and no way to gain a job, I spent those first 3 years as 'Padfoot' living as a stray in the streets of London. I bet you're wondering what changed, what changed to get me into the position I am now. Well, great old Albus Dumbledore managed to create a one use 2-way time turner, he was able to come back and find me, and he helped me to set up a new life and identity, not only for me, but for you as well. It seemed that our dear friend has more Slytherin in him than he lets on, he planned for the long haul, it seemed that he truly is the master manipulator." When it became clear that Sirius had finished his shortened tale, Harry felt it was the right time to begin asking questions,

"But if Dumbledore had a two-way time-turner, why couldn't he have given one to me?"

"Now that Harry, I can't answer, but I know Dumbledore is a very wise man, so he must not have given you one for a reason, but what does astound me is some of basic questions you've failed to ask"

Harry was a little perplexed by this statement "What do you mean by 'basic questions I've failed to ask'?"

"Well for starters, when am I? Did it not occur to find out to what year you were sent to. Another obvious question would've been to ask how you are going to Hogwarts, but I've partially answered that one already"

"So.." Harry pondered "When am I exactly?"

"Well the year is 1985; the date is the 19th December"

"So does that mean the future Death Eaters are in their 6th Year at Hogwarts?"

"They are, and you'll be joining them for the 7th year" Sirius spoke with a smirk plastered across his face as he said this

"What… what's so funny Sirius?"

"Well, you're probably going to want to kill Dumbledore for what he's done…"

"What is it Sirius" Harry's tone of voice was noticeably more icy

"He's set you up to be in Slytherin" Tears were streaming down Sirius's face as he attempted to hold back his laughter at his godson's predicament

"What? That's it?" Harry was quite confused as to why this was so funny "I sort of figured that would be the case, so it would be easier for me to get friendly with the death eaters, and to be honest I'm not that bothered. Besides the sorting hat said I would do well in Slytherin"

"Oh…." Was all Sirius could say.

"Anyway how am I attending Hogwarts? I know I've had an identity set up, but how are we going to explain my not attending Hogwarts for the previous 6 years?"

"Oh, me and Dumbledore cooked up a whole back-story which is as foolproof as can be, unless someone does some major digging"

"Well go on what is it?" Harry asked with growing impatience

A/N: Cliffhanger, aren't I cruel, yes it will be answered next chapter. Anyway thanks to all those who have added this to favourites and/or story alerts, reviews are welcome and I'll try to respond to each one, I won't respond here, I'll reply directly.

(NOTE: EVERYTHING HAS MOVED FORWARD 13years so Harry would've attended 7th year in 2010/11)

(So important details –

Hogwarts attendance of sig characters

-Bellatrix Black – 1980-1988 born 1969 (Alter her so she's closer to sirius' age (39) 8yrs younger)

-Sirius Black – 1983-1991 born1972 (same age) (born after sept)

-James Potter -1983-1991 born1973 (same age) in same year as Sirius due to dates of birth

harry born when parents are 19

All other student dates are relative to this, and some characters will be made younger to fit into story (hey its AU Time travel, I can do what I want within reason)

I've made 2 polls for two songs for to appear in later chapters, one is describe harry's situation and the 2nd will be to express his developing feeling for Bellatrix you should be able to find them, if not can someone tell me how to make both publically viewable