Harry lied awake, staring at the ceiling. What was happening in the future right now with all these changes? Harry didn't know. Time was such a difficult concept to handle. Harry had three ideas: One was that the future was frozen. Another was that everything was changing – like his parents were still alive in the future because Peter was no longer in the equation. The last was that everyone was still moving in time to them, Harry Potter had suddenly disappeared.

Harry had pushed away the last theory in his mind as much as he could. He didn't want to think that his kids, his wife, his friends – all the people in the future were mourning. But every move Harry made came with a consequence. He was not suppose to be there. Perhaps he was in a parallel universe, where this was actually suppose to happen, but it was doubtful.

"You're awake too, huh," Remus said. Harry turned to his side, facing an awake Remus. The moonlight streaming in from the window was enough to illuminate his face.

"How'd you know?" Harry asked.

Remus shrugged. "Care to tell me the truth now?" he asked.

"Remus…"

"Why not, Harry? Aren't we not friends?" Remus pressed. The guilt trip. Unfortunately, even though Harry was thirty, he still felt guilty.

"Remus… I," Harry tried again, but Remus wouldn't hear of it.

"Can't you trust me? Trust the rest of us? Does James know of your secrets?"

Harry could only stay silent. His act was not good enough – there was a reason why Harry never became an actor.

"Never mind. I should have known you weren't going to tell me," Remus muttered.

"Wait, Remus," Harry began but Remus did not reply to him.

…

The next morning, Remus did not speak to Harry. James and Sirius knew something was up but wisely chose not to say anything. The timetables were handed out, but Harry did not care. His mind was too full – with the future, with the past. There was Remus to worry about and his adopted parents did not fully trust him yet. Not only that but the Horcruxes…

First year lessons were not important to him compared to the other things Harry had to worry about.

Occasionally throughout the day, he would rather be back in the future, the future that Harry had left from. Changing so much was tiring because you always had to be careful. And he missed Ginny. His small kids. Ron and Hermione.

Harry sighed as he turned his match into a needle. He needed time to think. Should he tell James, Sirius and Remus or not? The things in Harry's mind were not things that an eleven year old should bear.

…

Harry was sitting next to James in Transfiguration and James had already noticed the concentrated look on his face. But Harry's match was already a sharp, silver needle.

"Mr. Potter?" McGonagall said, coming around. James' match was a needle already, though the colour was still slightly off. "Well done," McGonagall praised.

"And you, Mr. Potter?" McGonagall said, turning to Harry.

James looked at Harry's needle and was surprised to see that the needle that James had seen only moments before was now a match.

"Sorry, Professor," Harry apologized. "I'm working on it."

James shot Harry a curious look, which his new twin had ignored.

Something was very fishy. Very fishy indeed.

…

"There's something wrong with Harry," James announced. Remus, Sirius and James were gathered in their dorm room – Harry still missing. Curfew had passed, but Harry Potter was still not there.

"I know," Remus said grimly. "He knows spells that we don't even learn until fifth year! That colorvaria spell you told me about? It's in OWLs!" Remus exclaimed.

"He acts too old for his age," Sirius said, crossing his arms.

"And…" the three boys began to list all the strange things about Harry Potter. The haunted look in his eyes, his powerful magic and the mature way he held himself.

"We're going to question him when he gets back," Remus announced.

"What if he wipes our memory? Or hurts us?" Sirius asked. "My dear old mum," Sirius said scathingly, "told me about spells that could do that."

"He wouldn't hurt us," James said confidently.

"How do you know that?" Remus asked.

For that, James Potter had no answer.

…

The moment Harry Potter entered his dorm room, he was ambushed. Sirius tackled him, James jumped on top of Sirius – who was on top of Harry and Remus knelt down so that his eyes were boring into Harry's. It had taken all of Harry's restraint to not shoot any curses. When attacked, Harry was as paranoid as Alastor Moody – which only reminded Harry of the suspicions the famous Auror held for him.

"What's going on?" Harry asked.

"We want you to explain," Remus said then.

Harry was silent. "So you are keeping secrets from us," Sirius said.

Harry looked to James. One glance at James and you could tell that he was feeling hurt because Harry had kept something from him. Harry sighed. "Get off," Harry said.

"Not until you tell us," Sirius said.

With strength Harry didn't know he possessed in his tiny eleven year old body, he shoved Sirius and James off, standing up with an angry glare. "Look," he said, body shaking and fists clenched. "I just can't tell you! You can't handle it! I know you think you're mature eleven year olds and you can take on the world but the world is not kind. There are things that I don't want to face at all but I have to you. I'm not willing to sacrifice my closest friends for some idiotic game that I have no control over. I cannot tell you anything and I would appreciate it if you would give me some space."

Harry stood there then, all the anger leaving him and guilt creeping into his heart as he stared at the open-mouthed faces of James, Sirius and Remus.

"You all have secrets that I know and I won't tell a soul," Harry said, looking deep into the eyes of Remus, Sirius and James. James was his father, but ironically he knew the least about him. "But those secrets, if I didn't know them, I wouldn't just tackle you and demand that you tell me. How would you feel if I told you that if you didn't tell me your deepest, darkest secrets, then I would stop being your friend or something equally as stupid."

"For example," Harry continued. "If one of you were actually a werewolf and I suddenly came onto you about it – how would you feel?" It was stupid to bring up a secret like that, but Harry's disappointment and anger got the best of him. Occlumency was something he had control over, but the learning process was awful. Having a hold on his volatile emotions… that was always something difficult for Harry. He had thought all the years at the Dursleys would have helped, but since he found out more and more about his life – he exploded.

"Or if you were being abused at home or whatever?" Harry demanded. "You wouldn't want me to pounce on you for the information so do the same for me. Now good night," Harry said, flopping onto his bed and pulling the covers over his head.

He didn't see the astonished faces of James and the extremely worried faces of Remus and Sirius. But all he could imagine were their voices, telling Harry that he was still a disappointment. Still a failure.

Still broken.

…

Harry began avoiding the Marauders-to-be. He spent more time with Lily and Severus, who often came to the Gryffindor table – despite the mocking from his fellow Slytherins. Harry admired the behaviour and was determined to stop the fiasco happening in fifth year.

But Harry thought about it. That was the ultimate break in his mother's and Snape's relationship. Before, some people had told him that maybe if it wasn't for that incident… Lily would have actually been with Snape. Lily would have been with him if it weren't for James. Was that incident the catalyst for the relationship between his parents?

The sad thing was that he didn't even know. He barely knew his parents but this was his chance to get to know them. Know his family.

But with that thought, his mind went back to his own family in the future. Were they still sad? Were they as empty as Harry was when Remus and Sirius died? When he found out that his parents had died because of him?

Harry tried to distract himself, striking up a conversation with Lily and Snape about potions. He knew that his mother and Snape were talented in the area. In his mid-twenties, he began exploring the art of potions and found it rather interesting as well. How the ingredients mixed and how it all worked together – it was a subtle form of magic that was usually looked over. Many wizards and witches preferred firing flashy spells but potions was useful for many more things.

Then the three boys sat down quite near Harry actually, near enough that he could overhear their conversation but far enough that it didn't look like they were sitting right next to Harry.

"Going to the Forbidden Forest later, right James?" Sirius asked. Harry schooled his face so that he did not look like he was eavesdropping.

"Yeah. I want to see the centaurs," James nodded.

Foolish James! Harry cursed inside his head. Centaurs are hardly ever seen and they are deep inside the Forbidden Forest. If they go deep enough, they could meet dangerous creatures like the Acromantulas – perhaps even a manticore or too.

"I want to see the unicorns," Remus interjected. "Though they don't like males much. They like children though," Remus perked up.

Remus? Responsible Remus wanting to do something wrong?

Then it struck Harry. They were setting up a ploy to get Harry to follow them to the Forbidden Forest for some reason. Harry would do so, just to keep them safe… but he would be under the Invisibility Cloak. It had been in the backpack he had gotten when he first arrived in 1971.

"Harry?" Lily asked, snapping her fingers in front of Harry's face. "You zoned out for a bit."

"Sorry. I was just wondering what potion Slughorn would make us do," Harry said smoothly.

"The boil cure potion again probably – just to make sure we can do it still," Snape said. Snape became more civilized to Harry once he found out that the Potters weren't all bad.

Harry cursed and Lily shot him a sharp look for his vulgar language. Harry smiled apologetically but continued speaking anyways. "I wanted to do other potions. You get bored doing the same easy potions everyday." Lily and Snape nodded in agreement.

"So, favourite class so far?" Harry asked, taking a bite of his toast.

"Charms," Lily said immediately. "In the Muggle world, their sense of magic is most like Charms," Lily explained. "It makes it more familiar for me and I like Charms," Lily smiled.

"Potions," Snape shrugged.

"You, Harry?" Lily asked.

"Defense." It was the only class that Harry didn't get bored in. He learned everything else already but he was finally experiencing his first year Defense class under a competent teacher. Miss Greene was one of the better teachers and Harry only hoped that if the one year jinx is still on the position, it would be a good teacher next year as well.

"Mine's Transfiguration," came James' voice. Snape scowled but did not reply to him. Lily was indifferent and Harry? He didn't know how to react. He just took another bite of his toast.

"I'm going to go to Potions first. I find that preparing my ingredients first helps," Harry finally said, standing up and gathering his things. "You guys finish eating and I'll meet you in the classroom."

"Great, we'll come with you," Sirius said cheerily, following Harry.

Harry did not let it affect him as he walked out of the Great Hall and to the dungeons.

"How are you doing, Harry?" Remus asked, more subdued than Sirius's cheery voice.

"Fine," Harry replied.

"You aren't still mad at us, are you?" James asked, voice slightly nervous.

Harry was slightly surprised. "I thought it was the other way around. I hated it when people kept things from me, though now I get it," he said wryly.

"We won't pry into your life anymore, Harry," Sirius said, surprisingly solemn.

"Are you really planning to go into the Forbidden Forest, though?" Harry asked.

"Why not?" James shrugged. Harry sighed. He had a lot to explain to them.

…

Harry sat in the library, the wooden chair not doing any good for his back. He was hunched over his essays and his books were scattered around the library table. Procrastinating wasn't good for him, Harry had learned, even if he knew the material like the back of his hand. It still took time to do them though and he wanted good marks. Harry discovered that there was no way out of the time zone he was in.

Harry had found out back in October. It was nearing Christmas now. He had been pouring over books in the library with most of his free time and the Marauders had learned not to question him. That's right – they had found a name for their group. They were infamous in Hogwarts now for being pranksters. James, the cheeky one. Sirius, the handsome one. Even at eleven, his features were still handsome. Extremely unfair if you asked Harry. Remus was the intelligent one and Harry was the most mysterious.

He found that many first year girls – even second year and the rare third year – asked the Marauders out. Harry found it strange that so many girls were attracted to him and his friends. He told this to James before and he said, "I don't know if you've noticed Harry, but girls like the mysterious rep you have. They probably go on about: the sadness in his green eyes," James said, faking his swoon, "And they want to know more about you. Besides, you're very handsome. After all, you look like me!"

They were only eleven though, and still immature little boys. Sirius enjoyed the attention of the girls though did not make any moves to progress any relationships. The rest of the Marauders were uncomfortable – especially Harry, though he should have been the one to be most comfortable if you considered his true age and maturity.

His heart still belonged to Ginny and his children and when he found out that he couldn't returned, he sat in the Room of Requirement staring at the picture of his family that Harry always kept with him in his left breast pocket – closest to his heart. He shed tears though he did not make a sound as he stared at the magical picture. His kids would squirm and Ginny would give Harry a chaste kiss. They were so happy…

Was it really worth it?

But he was already back in time and he couldn't change anything. He had to move on, though he most likely won't date anyone. He was going to save those lives that were lost. Later on though, he wanted James to name his son Harry James Potter so that perhaps that Harry could meet Ginny…

It would be very strange to see yourself – as another person – to live the life you had lived before. But that Harry won't have to deal with Voldemort. That was going to be his job. This was all so complicated. Harry's brain actually hurt.

"Harry?" came a tentative voice. Harry looked up to see Remus, who sat down across from Harry.

"I wanted to you something," Remus said, back stiff.

"Of course," Harry said, gesturing for him to continue. He quickly finished his potions essay and he had the Transfiguration essay left and that was it. For the night at least.

The Switching Spell is a convenient spell that…

"How did you know I'm a werewolf?" Remus asked. Harry spilled the ink over his Transfiguration essay then, snatching up the rest of his homework so that they wouldn't be ruined by the ink. Harry grabbed another piece of parchment, not looking into Remus' eyes.

"What do you mean?" Harry asked, starting his essay again. "You're a werewolf?" he asked, keeping mild surprise on his face.

"I gave it a lot of thought. Whenever I leave for the full moon, you place bandages at the Shrieking Shack. Sirius and James told me that you always go there. And who else would do it? And in September when we uh… tackled you," Remus said apologetically, "You said something about a werewolf. I'm guessing you knowing has something to do with your secret which I won't ask but you knowing about me being a werewolf involves me so I hoped you would tell me a bit."

Harry sighed. "Well, to be honest, I didn't even need my 'secret' to know that you're a werewolf. You're always tired after the full moon and when you go back home to 'visit your sick mom' or if you're 'in the infirmary' you aren't actually there. No one bothers to check. You also have scratches on your face. They don't look bad, trust me. I overheard some girls tell their friends that it made you look dangerous and they said," Harry faked a girly voice then, sounding much like the Valley Girls that Ginny and Hermione had forced him to watch. (Don't even ask.) "Ooh, did you see Remus Lupin? That boy has a wild side too. Isn't that so irresistible? Like, I can't believe it?" Harry said in his high pitched squeal. "He's like ruggedly handsome!"

Remus covered his innocent ears, blushing madly. "I understand if you don't want to be friends anymore," Remus nodded, a brave mask on his face.

Harry was surprised. Sirius had told him before and Harry knew from experience that Remus had self-esteem problems but to have that self-conscious Remus back was slightly discomforting. He had looked up to Remus and expected him to always be strong. It was unfair but that was how Harry saw him: strong and intelligent. Another father figure – much like Sirius. But this Remus was only eleven.

"Why would I stop being friends at you? So you howl at the moon every month. I don't understand the prejudices of werewolves," Harry said. "I mean, so you sprout fur but you have no control over it. Why blame you?"

Remus was silent. Harry was glad Remus didn't start bawling and thanking him or hugging him or some overdramatic gesture. "Thanks," Remus said. A calm Remus reply. Harry grinned. "I'll see you later. And you should learn not to procrastinate," Remus said sternly, though Harry knew he was just joking. "James and Sirius know that their essays are due tomorrow as well but you're better. At least you're doing it. They're still in the common room with unfinished essays but they're playing Exploding Snap."

Harry's smile widened. "I'll come up with you. I'll finish my Transfiguration essay upstairs. I'm sure that we can scare them into doing their homework together."

Harry and Remus walked back to their common room, both with lightened hearts. Harry had established a stronger friendship with Remus and he found himself proud that the werewolf was beginning to grow more confidence.

"Are you going to tell James and Sirius?" Harry asked as they entered the common room.

"Tell us what?" Sirius said, suddenly appearing with James.

Remus looked nervous but looked to Harry for moral support. Harry nodded. "I'm a werewolf," Remus said bluntly.

Sirius and James stared. "Wicked!" was their reply. Remus was immediately relieved but annoyed afterwards because Sirius and James continued to sprout questions.

"Why howl at the moon?" Sirius asked.

"Does your tail wag a lot?" James questioned.

"Can I can you Moony?" Harry said and all questions were stopped.

"Isn't that kind of obvious?" James asked.

"No one but us will know. And I have an idea that can help Remus with his transformations," Harry smirked.

"I know that smile," James said. "It's the 'Harry has an idea that can totally amaze the world' smile."

"Perhaps we will just amaze the world," Harry shrugged. Everyone's faces brightened.

SUPER DUPER IMPORTANT NEWS. DON'T SKIP THIS!

I rewrote the beginning a little bit differently to make it more realistic. the Potters are more wary of him now so you don't HAVE to go back and read it but just a heads up - they aren't AS close. (Charlus and Dorea with Harry)

So. Yeah. AAAND.

Any ideas for Harry's animagus? I was going to go with a stag for his animagus and call him Prongslet cuz it would have more meaning and symbolism for it, but I'm up for suggestions.

PLEASE no magical animals. I mean, it's great for Harry to be all powerful but sometimes it gets to be too much and hes like a boy version of Mary Sue.

I'm going to make his temper very volatile though, so no SUPER PEACEFUL animals either.

AH and include the name with the animal! thanks! and tell me if u like my suggestion.