"Rebecca!"

"What?" I yelled back, until I realized it was Madam Pomfrey. "Oh Goddess, I am so sorry. I did not mean to yell at you, I was-"

"It's alright, dear," Madam Pomfrey smiled. "Here, drink this,"

I took the small vile and drank the whole thing, trying desperately to ignore how horrible it tasted once it was in my mouth. I instantly I felt better and more focused. I handed her the vile back and smiled at her.

"Thank you,"

She nodded her head and left the room.

I stood up slowly and looked around the room to find Ron with his bandaged leg up on a pillow, and Hermione crouched over Harry. I walked over to them in time to hear Harry wake up.

"I saw my dad,"

"What?"

"He sent the Dementors away," Harry told us happily. "I saw him across the lake,"

"Listen, Harry. They've captured Sirius. Any minute the Dementors are going to perform the Kiss," Hermione told him.

I, unfortunately, knew what meant.

"You mean they're going to kill him?" Harry asked jumping up from his bed and putting on his glasses.

"No worse, much worse… they're going to suck out his soul," Hermione explained.

Suddenly, the door into the room burst open as Professor Dumbledore walked in. I immediately was on him, trying to convince him. "Headmaster! You've got to stop them! They've got the wrong man! Sirius is innocent-"

"It's Scabbers who did it!" Ron interrupted.

"Scabbers…?" Dumbledore asked.

"My rat, sir. Only he's not really. Well, he was a rat. You see, he used to be my brother Percy's rat-"

"The point is we know the truth," Hermione interrupted. "Please, sir, you must believe us,"

"I do, Miss Granger. But I'm sorry to say the word of three thirteen-year-old wizards will convince few others," Dumbledore sighed as he walked over to where Ron was laying, as he began to pat his foot, causing him to gasp in pain. "A child's voice, however honest and true, is meaningless to those who have forgotten how to listen,"

The clock began to chime loudly behind us and Dumbledore's eyes went wide for a moment before he walked past us, looking at the clock.

"Mysterious thing, time. Powerful. And, when meddled with dangerous. Sirius Black is in the topmost cell of the Dark Tower," Then he turned to Hermione. "You know the laws, Miss Granger. You must not be seen. And you would, I feel, do well to return before this last chime. If not… well, the consequences are really too ghastly to discuss," He was about to walk away when he turned back to Hermione and smiled. "Three turns should do it, I think. If you succeed, more than one innocent life may be spared tonight," Dumbledore then turned and walked out the door, but just before the doors swung closed, he caught them and turned back to us. "By the way, when in doubt, I find retracing my steps to be a wise place to begin… Good luck," And he was gone.

"What in bloody hell was all that about?" Ron asked from where he was laying.

"Sorry, Ron. But seeing as you can't walk…" Hermione said quickly before she pulled out her Time-Tuner from around her next and looped the long chain around my and Harry's neck as well as her own. Harry went to touch it but Hermione slapped him quickly making me laugh a little.

Then time started to move around the three of us, moving backward as we stayed in the spot we were in. Then everything stopped as Hermione pulled the necklace off of Harry and I before looking around.

"What just happened? Where's Ron?" Harry exclaimed, but Hermione and I were ignoring him.

"Seven-thirty. Where were we at seven-thirty?" she asked.

"I dunno… going to Hagrid's?" Harry guess and I nodded.

"Come on! We can't be seen!" Hermione said immediately, grabbing Harry's hand to get him moving. Instantly we took off, Harry lagging behind, running all the way to the courtyard, across the bridge, and came to a stop at the end of the bridge when we saw ourselves talking to Malfoy and his dimwitted minions… or Hermione actually beating the crap out of Malfoy.

"Hermione! Will you please tell me what it is we're doing?" Then Harry caught sight of us at seven thirty. "But that- that's us. This is not normal,"

"But awesomely wicked," I murmured as Hermione grabbed Harry and tried to explain everything to him.

"You mean, we've gone back in time?"

"Yes. Dumbledore wanted us to return to this moment. Clearly something happened he wants us to change," Hermione said, looking over my shoulder at the scene.

"Yeah Hermione. I mean, this alone is gold. Does anyone have a camera?" I could hear myself ask.

"Damn and I still don't have a camera," I hissed before I heard the; SMACK!
"Good punch," I could hear Harry say behind me, with an audible smile in his voice.

"Thanks," Hermione smiled.

Malfoy crumpled to the ground before he and his minions started sprinting toward us, muttering to each other.

"Hurry! Malfoy's coming!" Hermione yanked Harry and I off to the side, as Malfoy ran by, and we listened and peaked over the corner before taking off after ourselves.
"Look. Buckbeak's still alive," Harry said happily, pointing down into the pumpkin patch where I could see him looking up as our old selves past by.

"Of course!" Hermione exclaimed happily. "Remember what Dumbledore said. If we succeed, more than one innocent life could be spared,"

"Then let's go," I smiled, hurrying down the slope before running to hide behind the gigantic mountain of pumpkins. We all peaked over the mountain of pumpkins to see ourselves in the hut, Ron and Hermione hugging awkwardly. I smiled and looked over at Hermione to see her analyzing the moment with considerable fascination. When she caught me looking at her face went red from root to chin.

"What?"

"Nothing," I smiled again, looking up the slope as I heard Professor Dumbledore's and the Minister's voices.

"Here they come. We better hurry," Harry said, about to get up, dragging me with him, but I yanked him back down.

"Don't you remember why we didn't set him free in the first place?" I asked him. "The Minister has to see Buckbeak before we steal him. Or, he'll think Hagrid set him free,"

Harry nodded and looked back up to the hut, his face going hard and angry. I looked up too to see Hagrid handing Scabbers, aka Pettigrew, over to an ecstatic Ron. "That's Pettigrew-" he growled, about to get up again, but I yanked him down again as Hermione growled at him.

"No, Harry! You can't!"

"Hermione, that's the man who betrayed my parents! You don't expect me to just sit here," Harry growled back.

"Yes! You must!" Hermione cried as we pulled Harry to the other side of the pumpkin mountain so we wouldn't be seen by the Minister or the executioner. "Harry, you're in Hagrid's hut right now. If you go bursting inside, you'll think you've gone mad. Awful things can happen when wizards meddle with time. We can't be seen," She then looked past the two of us and then back at the hut. "Fudge is coming and… we're not leaving… why aren't we leaving?"

She then suddenly stood up and through something through the window and I heard a crash. Then I remembered the stone that had been hurled through the window.
"Are you mad?" Harry hissed yanking her back down. I swiftly grabbed a rock and through it through the window, unfortunately, my aim really stinks, so when I heard Harry in the hut yell; "Ow!" I cringed and dropped back down. "That hurt," Harry growled at me.

"Sorry," I said sincerely before I heard someone knock on the door of the hut.

"C'mon. We're coming out the back door," Hermione hissed at us, shoving at Harry. We quickly ran into the trees and hid behind the limbs and trunks as we watched our old selves run into view.

Hermione moved back through the branches and looked at us from behind before whispering, "Is that really what my hair looks like from the back?"

My old self turned and slid down the side of the pumpkin. "Shhh!" My old self then eyed the oddly dancing branches as Hermione ducked back behind the tree trunk and the other Hermione turned and stared at the branches as well.

"… saw. Never mind," I could hear her say before I heard us running away, back up the hill. With the coast being clear, the three of us slipped out from behind the trees and start to head toward Buckbeak.

"Okay, go Harry, now!" Hermione exclaimed quietly, pushing him out from behind the mountain of pumpkins.

Harry approached Buckbeak carefully before bowing lowly, Buckbeak bowing his head to him before laying his head down as if to go to sleep. Harry then grabbed the chain and pulled gently, trying to get Buckbeak up.

"C'mon, Buckbeak. Come on…" But Buckbeak refused to move.

I jumped up and ran over to Harry's side, which angered Buckbeak a little bit. Buckbeak jumped up and was about to rear when I bowed low to him. I glanced up again to see him bowing his head to me. Harry pulled again but Buckbeak didn't move, and was actually about to his back down when Hermione appeared beside me.

"Come and get the nice dead ferret," Hermione whispered, dangling the thin in front of him. He immediately charged forward and grabbed it from her, practically swallowing it hole.

"Come on," I hissed, and Hermione and I started running back the forest, Harry and Buckbeak following closely.

We stopped just inside the forest line and waited to see what would happen when they found Buckbeak gone, Hermione on a occasion, feeding Buckbeak dead ferrets to keep him quiet. The Minister, Professor Dumbledore, Hagrid and the executioner all came out slowly, but stopped short when they found Buckbeak gone.

"But where is it? I just saw the beast not moments ago!" the Minister exclaimed as he looks about.

"How extraordinary," Professor Dumbledore exclaimed, sounding almost sarcastic.

"Come now, Dumbledore. Someone's obviously released him," the Minister said, turning back to Dumbledore.

"Professor, I swear! I didn't!" Hagrid exclaimed, his hands in the air.
"I'm quite sure the Minister isn't suggesting that you had anything to do with it, Hagrid. How could you? You've been with us all along," Professor Dumbledore said quickly before glancing at the trees, much like the time he had practically stared Harry, Ron and I down second year while under the cloak.

"We should search the grounds-"

"Search the skies if you must, Minister. In the meantime, I wouldn't say no to a cup of tea, Hagrid. Or… a large brandy," Dumbledore smiled, about to walk back into Hagrid's hut before stopping and turning back to the executioner. "It seems your services will no longer be required. Thank you,"

I watched as the executioner turned back to the pumpkin patch and raised his axe slowly, before bringing it down on a pumpkin. At the sickening chop, all of the crows in the patch took to the skies.

I smiled despite myself and fist pumped before turning and continuing into the forest after Harry and Hermione, Buckbeak loping easily beside me.
"Now what?" Harry asked.

"We save Sirius,"

"And we do that… how?"
"No idea," We left Buckbeak farther back into the trees as we came through the line of the trees to see Lupin approaching an angry Whomping Willow. "Look. It's Lupin," Hermione said, pointing as Lupin raised his wand at the tree.

"Immobulus!"

The Whomping Willow calmed and stopped moving as Lupin then approached, the whole, slipping down into it.

"Here comes Snape," Hermione said, pointing at the black cloaked figure approaching the tree only a few moments later.

"And now we wait," Harry sighed.

"Now we wait," Hermione nodded, sitting down on the ground.

A half hour later, a swarm of bats flew up and past us into the night, screeching and squealing as they past. Farther back, Buckbeak came into flew, jumping and snapping at the bats as they past, eating them as he caught them.

"At least someone's enjoying himself," Hermione chuckled as Harry turned to look back at Buckbeak too.

"Can I tell you guys something?" Harry suddenly asked.

"Yes?"

"Before. Down by the lake," Harry began slowly. "When I was with Sirius… I did see someone… that someone made the Dementors go away…"

"With a Patronus," Hermione finished. "I heard Snape telling Dumbledore when we were taken to the hospital. According to him, only a really powerful wizard could have conjured it,"

"It was my Dad," Harry said instantly. "It was my Dad who conjured the Patronus,"

"But, Harry, your Dad's-"

"Dead. I know," Harry cut her off before calming down again. "I'm just telling you what I saw,"

I kept staring at the tree until I saw Sirius climb out, followed my Ron and the rest of us. "Here we come," I sang, standing.

"You see Sirius talking to me?" Harry asked. Hermione and I nodded. "He's asking me to come live with him,"
"That's great," I smiled, happy for him.

"When we free him, I'll never have to go back to the Dursley's. We could live someplace in the country. I think he'd like that, after all those years in Azkaban,"

"I think he'd love that," I nodded, getting a quick glance and a smile from Harry before a howl pierced the air. "Lupin's transformed,"
"Which means Pettigrew is slipping safely into the night. While we just stand here…" Harry growled.

I looked up and watched as Lupin approached a small form before a cloaked figure stepped in front of her before she knocked him aside and was thrown into a tree. "Ow," Then the dog appeared, snapping and attacking the much bigger werewolf, protecting everyone before taking off, the werewolf on it's tail.

I took off with them, trying to keep them in sight as the old Harry took off after them as well. As the werewolf went to finish the black dog off, old Harry threw something at it, getting it's angry attention.

Suddenly a howl sounded beside me. I glanced over at Hermione as she gave a fake werewolf howl before Harry grabbed her.

"What are you doing?" Harry hissed.

"Saving your life," The next howl wasn't interrupted, and the werewolf turned away from the old Harry and began loping toward us.

"Thanks. But we have to move,"

"Why?" Hermione asked.

"Because that werewolf you just called is running right this way,"

"Oh fiddlesticks! Go!" I nearly yelled as the werewolf came at us. We all started running back through the forest as fast as our legs can carry us, or, for me, as fast as my morphed really long legs could.

As I was running I stopped and moved behind a tree and grabbed the others as they past until we were all standing behind it. We were silent as we heard the sound of quiet paws padding across the ground and the sound of the werewolf sniffing the air. Hermione the moved around the tree, pulling Harry and I as the sound of it came closer until he had edged around the tree and were backing up. However, when he heard the snap of a twig behind us, we froze.

Behind us was an angry looking Lupin type werewolf, watching us like a cat waiting for it's prey to do something stupid… like run. Hermione took a frightened step backward, and that was enough for the werewolf to come at us. He stood on his hind legs and moved toward us, and Harry wrapped his arms around the both of us, turning us away to shield us a bit.

Suddenly I heard Buckbeak and the sound of something hard hitting flesh. I turned, and pulled away from Harry to see Lupin running off as Buckbeak continued to attack him.

Hermione gasped and turned her head into Harry's chest. "That was so scary!" she cried.

"Poor Professor Lupin is having a really tough night…" I sighed, feeling sorry for him.

Slowly, everything grew cold and the wind began to blow. I looked up and could see that through the trees, there were a dozen Dementors flying over us, heading somewhere real quick. We all instantly knew what that meant, and took off into the trees, hand in hand.

We finally came to where at least three dozen Dementors were centered, attacking Sirius and the old Harry in twos. It was horrible.

"This is horrible…" Hermione murmured.

"Don't worry. My Dad will come… Right there… you'll see… he'll come… any minute… he'll conjure the Patronus," Harry kept telling us, but the longer we waited, the more nothing happened.

"No one's coming, Harry…" Hermione whispered.

"He will! He will come!" Harry said again.
Nothing.
"You're dying… both of you," I whispered softly to him.

Suddenly, Harry ran forward onto the outcropping over the lake, yanking out his wand before either of us could stop him. "EXPECTO PATRONUM!" he yelled.

White light appears shyly from Harry's wand before suddenly, a huge shield explodes from it, fanning out and hitting the Dementors, wave after wave until they all disappeared. The old Harry stared across the lake until he passed out next to Sirius, and my Harry sighed and dropped his arm down before turning back to us with a huge smile on his face.

"You were right," Harry murmured as he walked toward us happily. "It wasn't my dad, it was me,"

I rolled my eyes at Harry and grabbed his arm, pulling him back into the forest as Hermione led the way toward Buckbeak. "Don't grow to big of an ego there, boy wonder. We've still got work to do,"

About twenty minutes later, Harry, Hermione and I landed on the correct tower, and found Sirius in his small cell, passing the cell like a condemned man. But as soon as he saw us he stopped and stared, probably debating if he was seeing things.

"Hey," I smiled at Sirius before I flicked out my wand and looked down at the lock. "Alohomora!"

Sirius tested the lock, but nothing.

"Didn't really expect that to work," I admitted before firing more spells at the door, each one as unlucky as the next. "Dunamis! Liberare! Annihilare! Emancipare! Fiddlesticks!" I glared at the lock for a long moment before an evil smile played across my face.

"You might try-" Sirius began, but I didn't let him finish.

"BOMBARDA!"

KA-BOOM! The door flung open along with a huge amount of debris and dust. I smiled.

"That'll work too," Sirius muttered as he walked carefully out of the cell, stepping over debris. With that, we grabbed Sirius and flew Buckbeak down and into the courtyard where we all jumped off. "I'll be forever grateful for this. To the three of you,"

"I want to go with you," Harry said instantly.
"One day perhaps. But for some time life will be too unpredictable. Besides, you're meant to be here," Sirius said with a smile as he sat Harry down on a nearby bench as Hermione went to go calm Buckbeak down. "But promise me something, Harry,"

"Anything,"

"Trust yourself. No matter the challenges you face- and I fear they will be many- you'll be surprised how many times you can find the answers you need… right here," Sirius said, putting a hand over Harry's chest.

I giggled, making them both look up at me. I immediately clamped a hand down over my mouth before giving them a sorry look.

"I just ruined an intimate godfather-godson moment, didn't I?" I asked quickly. Harry rolled his eyes and looked back to Sirius as Sirius continued to look at me. "My mum and I talked about you, you know. I can see why she dated you… you're very poetic," I smiled.

Sirius gave me one last look before looking back at Harry and kissing him on the forehead before moving back to Buckbeak and climbing on. "A shooting star," Sirius murmured, looking up to the sky. "Make a wish,"

And with that, he was gone, flying off with Buckbeak.

I could hear the sound of the clock tower clock dinging, telling us the time, but from the look I got from Hermione, it wasn't a good time. "We have to go," Harry, Hermione and I took off through the castle all the way to the Hospital Wing until we nearly, literally, stumbled right into Professor Dumbledore.

"Well?" Dumbledore asked quietly.

"He's free. We did it,"

"Did what?" Professor Dumbledore began to walk down the nearby stairs before he turned back to us with a smile and said, "Good night,"
We all looked at each other confused before we pushed through the doors, just as our old selves evaporated, using the time-tuner. As soon as we walked in Ron's eyes caught on us, staring, looking even a bit scared.

"How'd you get over there? I was just talking to you over there," Ron asked, pointing about the room.

"What are you talking about?"

"You're making no sense,"

"Honestly Ron, how can someone be in two places at once?"

The three of us looked at each other and laughed, leaving our wounded red-headed friend very confused.

Author's Note: Wouldn't you be utterly confused too?