'Why do I feel like I'm being ripped apart,' the unconscious mind of Harry Potter thought. He winced slightly as his mind unclouded and the pain of his wounds returned.

"Dear," he heard a feminine voice say, "Are you awake, Harry?"

The black haired boy tried to pry his eyes open, but in doing so found the world to be quite foggy looking. He struggled to figure out why everything was blurry.

'Oh, right, glasses,' he thought to himself, opening his mouth to speak.

What came out was a mix between a croak and a whisper. He immediately closed his mouth again and cringed at the taste of blood that suddenly made an appearance.

"Here dear, you must need your glasses to see I guess," the feminine voice said with a slight chuckle, he felt his glasses being placed on his face.

The world grew clear and he found he was looking up to the face of Madam Pomfrey, only she looked quite a bit different…younger maybe.

'Madam Pomfrey? Where am I,' he though, but the croaking his voice had made previously kept him from voicing his thoughts.

"I'm glad to see at least one of you has woken up. Your two friends are still sleeping. Mighty bad power loss, you all suffered," she said, confusing Harry to the point of resorting to playing charades to ask questions. He raised his eyebrow questioningly and shrugged his shoulders slightly.

Pomfrey got his meaning and replied with a simple," You'll see soon enough," before leaving him to his thoughts.

'Hermione…Ron…Sy…,' he thought,' please be okay.'

"Sy…Don't leave…Please?"

"Watch me, Sy…watch me kill him…watch your lover die…pathetic wench…"

'Ugh…What happened yesterday,' Sy thought to himself as he awoke from his magic induced slumber. The room was dark, but there was a light on in one of the rooms to the far left. His head pounded as he levitated off the bed and floated to the lit room.

"Madame," he croaked, lighting himself on the stone floor directly outside the room.

"Madame Pomfrey," Sy shuddered weakly.

Madame looked at him like he was a ghost and then everything went black.

A flash of purple light engulfed the hospital wing, trapping all those within it inside.

Madame Pomfrey pounded at the door of the wing, attempting to get out, though there was no evident danger. Her pounding could be heard all through the castle, just like a microphone had been held against the door as she hit it.

Sy lay on the floor, sprawled out and unconscious; his fists balled in unused concentration.

Pomfrey eventually gave up on attempting to remove herself from the hospital wing and levitated Sy back to his bed. The purple light flickered and then shrank to the point where it only covered the three boys that lay in the line of beds.

Taking the window into consideration, Madame Pomfrey flued to Dumbledore's office and told him about what had happened.

He immediately accompanied her back to the hospital wing and surveyed the scene before him. "Oh, it's working. I'm so glad that their attempts were not in vein," he spoke, smiling widely, "Madame, I would suggest that you not try to move or attend to them, as they are healing quite well by themselves."

With this, Dumbledore left, leaving a bewildered Madame Pomfrey alone in the hospital wing.

Harry was jarred away by the sudden sound of the flu being used, but faked sleeping. His head once again filled with thoughts about his friends. He looked around him, but saw no one he knew except Sy.

She looked terrible, or at least he thought that she was still in her normal form. She did look slightly more masculine than the last time he had seen her….when was that? How long had he been asleep or unconscious? He couldn't remember ever seeing anything that told a time or date…

The body of Sy moved slightly, as if starting to awaken. His body moved to its side, as most did when they were ready to wake up.

Harry attempted to sit up so that he had a better view of her.

Within the next few minutes, she began to move more and more, until her eyes finally opened.

"Harry…," her voice drifted off, though Harry was now sure that she was currently a he, "You're alive. I'm glad." She stared at him as though she hadn't seen him in months. He wondered why.

"Yes," he managed, though his voice was still very rough, compared to how smooth it usually sounded.

Sy smiled and attempted to right himself. He shook his head and pulled his legs off of the bed. "Damn, I feel like I hit a brick wall," he said softly.

Harry smiled, mostly due to the fact that Sy often demonstrated how to hit a wall and not get hurt to the DA when they were training. "Sounds fun," he croaked out.

Sy looked over at him with an evil smirk on his face, "Yeah, you'd know. You fell from the bloody ceiling."

Harry couldn't remember it…He had blacked out shortly after….Oh, god…What had happened to the rest of the Army? Were they okay, or…

He shook his head and looked back up at Sy.

Sy stood and walked the few steps between Harry's bed and his own. "I'm so glad your okay, boss," Sy said, kissing Harry on the forehead.

"That's still a little creepy, Sy…when you're a guy I mean," Harry said smirking.

"Nothing I haven't heard before from Remus….or Sirius…or Ron…" Sy drifted off. He reached into his robes and started searching for his smokes. Finding the pack, he removed one and lit it. "Ahh," he said as he blew the smoke away from Harry, "Feels like I haven't smoked in ages."

Harry looked into Sy's slit-like eyes and smiled weakly. "Where are we, Sy? I know we are at Hogwarts…but why," he spoke softly.

"Don't worry feather-weight; we are safe and sound here. It seems that we got teleported into the past 20 years," Sy watched as Harry's eyes grew to 3 times their normal size. He pointed over to the bed two away from them. "You see that lump over there," he said, a smile playing over his lips.

Harry nodded yes, his eyes welling up with tears.

Sy didn't have to finish his sentence, Harry knew what he was about to say; he could tell by the look in his eyes.

Sirius and Remus chose this moment to walk into the Hospital Wing. They both looked cautious as they approached Sy and Harry, seeing as the purple light from a few hours ago had left the school on high alert.

"Hey, Sy," Remus spoke, smiling slightly, though his eyes had a haggard look to them as they always did when the full moon was coming up.

Sy looked up at him and smiled, knowing well that if he acted upon his impulse at the moment, then he'd freak out everyone again. "Hello," he said to Remus, then turned to Sirius, "Hi, Sirius." He paused for a moment. "Harry, you know Remus and Sirius. Remus, Sirius, This is Harry Potter. He's Sirius godson and Remus….he's kind of like a surrogate child."

Sirius eyes got as big as an owls before he said, "Bloody Hell, he looks just like James." He then smiled his famous too-big grin.

Remus smiled and said, "Nice to meet you, Harry."

Harry looked at Sy and said, "You haven't told him yet, have you Sy?"

Sy's face dropped and his eyes became dark, though he showed no signs of anger. "Do not speak of that here, Harry," he said softly.

Harry sat up and reached out to take Sy's face in his hands.

Sy allowed him to do so, though he was slightly cautious about doing so.

Harry forced Sy to look into his eyes. "You can't avoid it forever. I know you can't. Soon you will go crazy from it; you have to."

Sy removed Harry's hands from his face gently. "It's not right, and I won't do it. I don't care if I go crazy or not. It will happen when we get back anyway." With that, Sy stood, pushed past the Marauders, and left the hospital wing.

Harry sat on his bed, fully surprised that Sy had not listened to him. Sy had always seen him as a idol; someone who was not to be questioned.

"What was that about," Sirius said dumbly.

Remus rolled his eyes at the ever-clueless Padfoot and reverted his attention to Harry. "Should I follow him…just to make sure that he doesn't do anything stupid?"

Harry smiled as Remus blushed, "That would probably be a good idea, Remus."

Sirius watched in confusion as Remus walked out of the hospital wing, in the general direction of Sy's path. "I still don't get it," he said.

"You don't have to, Snuffles. Everything will work itself out for the best," Harry said as he attempted to stand up and get dressed.

Sirius offered his arm, and walked Harry over to the end of his bed; where his clothes lay folded, courtesy of Madame Pomfrey.

Harry struggled into his clothes and then stumbled over to James.

It was so odd to see him like this. He had only seen his dad twice; once in the Mirror of Eristed and again in Severus' memories. James looked so "at-peace" now; like nothing in the world could hurt him.

Harry sat on the edge of James bed and brushed a strand of hair out of his face.

James stirred and slowly opened his eyes. He looked up at Harry with an odd look upon his face.

"Uh…Hello," James croaked out. He coughed and then put a hand to his head.

"Hey, Dad," Harry said as he smiled.

James froze for a second, "Dad…" He smirked and looked up at Sirius.

"So, it wasn't a dream, was it," James said with amusement in his tone.

Harry shook his head "no." "Nope, it was real," he said.

"Good," James said as a grin, the ranks of which only Sirius had achieved before, spread across his face.

Harry smiled back and then put a hand to his head. "Ug, I don't feel very good, right now," he said slowly. "How long was I out for, Siri," Harry said to Sirius.

"A few days," he said absently. His attention was averted to the acute similarity between Harry and James.

"Hmm," Harry thought aloud, "I should probably attempt to get back to the future." James looked at Sirius, whose eyes were wide with shock.

"Uh…I don't think that's such a good idea right now Harry," James said wisely, "I think you should stay here until the war blows over, in your time." James smiled widely, as he saw Harry contemplating the proposition.

"I think that may be for the best," Harry spoke, "Plus, Sy might want to spend some time here. She doesn't know what she's going to have when she goes ho-, I mean, back to our time." Harry's expression dropped significantly.

James noticed the sudden change in mood. "I'm sure everything will be fine when you both get back," he said as reassuringly as he could.

"Yeah," Sirius said jubilantly, "Sy is a tough old guy…girl, anyway!"

Harry smirked and wobbled over to his bed. Gaining his balance, he walked over to the door, before tripping and bracing himself on the door handle.

Sirius ran up beside him and supported him. "Where are you going to?"

"I-I need to speak with Albus. To see what he wants us to do. I'd hate to burden him without his permission," Harry said dryly. He then proceeded to chuckle softly and flash Sirius a brilliant grin before attempting to put his "mask" back on.

His chuckling set Sirius on edge slightly, but he supported Harry as the two walked down the corridors to Albus Dumbledore's office.

As they reached the door, Harry kicked the eagles' claw and the two rode the winding staircase upward, towards the door to Dumbledore's office. Harry reached out and knocked on the door three times, paused, and then hit it once more, softly. The door automatically swung open and the two Gryffindor's walked inside.

Shortly afterwards, Albus Dumbledore himself came walking down the staircase that lead to his quarters, above his office. "Hello," he spoke in his usual soft voice, though this time it was a questioning tone, "I do not believe we have met."

Harry chuckled softly, "I'm sorry, Albus. But it is odd for me to hear you say such a thing."

Albus' eyes lit up with their inquisitive twinkle, "Ahh, you must be young Mr. Potter. I have heard much about you from your, um, friend, Sy."

"Tis' I," Harry said as a smile spread across his face, "I regret to think that Sy wouldn't have mentioned me in her conversations."

"She," Albus asked, then suddenly came to recognition of the statement, "I forgot that Mr. Nightly tends to change forms on us."

"That's what she's best at; confusion and trickery," Harry chuckled as if it were an inside joke.

Albus smiled, though he was clueless as to what was so funny. "What brings you here, Mr. Potter?"

Harry mentally smirked at the formality, "Please, call me Harry. And as for what brings me here, I needed to speak with you on the matter of Sy and my self's mysterious appearance. I have no clue as to why I am suddenly in my parents' time and I was hoping you could shed some light on the subject."

Dumbledore held out a bowl of lemon drops, "Lemon Drop?"

Harry took one and popped it into his mouth.

Albus smiled and looked off distantly, "We still do not know how Mr. Nightly and yourself managed to travel to this date. However, for the time being, we would be very glad to house you in your house's dormitory. Mr. Nightly is already settling in to his roommates and the school. Tell me, where did you attend school?"

Harry smiled, 'I'm going to get to finish school,' his mind screamed.

"I'm a Gryffindor, sir. I'd much appreciate it if you would allow me to stay in the same room as the Marauder, as well. I never got to spend much time with my family…they…travel a lot…" Harry's smile faded briefly before it was replaced with his usual mask.

"I'm sure that could be arranged with minimal trouble," Dumbledore stated. He smiled kindly at the boys.

Sirius had gotten bored and was in the process of repetitively poking Harry's side with his index finger.

Harry swatted his hand away gently and smiled back at the Headmaster. "That would be wonderful," he replied.

"Then it's settled," Albus started, "For the time being, you and Mr. Nightly will share a room with Mr.'s Lupin, Pettigrew, Black, and the other Mr. Potter. I'll have the room set up by the time you get back."

"Thank You, Albus," Harry replied as he stood and made towards the door.

"And another thing, Mr. Potter."

Harry turned. "Hmm?"

"Stop by tomorrow morning for your schedule. I'm sure you will find it quite useful," Dumbledore smirked at his own wit.

"Will do," Harry replied as he closed the door behind himself and Sirius.

The two made their way back to the hospital wing; to attend to James, and to find out if Sy and Remus were okay.