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Dangers in the past.
When Harry woke up the next morning he was back in his room, the sun was streaming through a window letting him see it was early morning. The boy started to sit up but all his muscles were sore causing him to hiss in pain. That battle with the snake had not been fun, it had nearly crushed him two times and then all the remaining energy he had, had been spent on killing a death eater. Harry finally was able to sit up, he was a little dizzy but tried to ignore it. He looked around and saw he was alone, his pets had probably gone to get something to eat. He swung his legs out of bed, intending to get up when a stern voice stopped him.
"And where do you think you're going young man?" Harry turned and swallowed nervously, Sirius was leaning against the door, an extremely stern expression on his face.
"Er... To the living room?" Sirius shook his head and left his place near the door.
"No, you're not, you're going to get into that bed again and stay there for a long time. After that stunt you pulled yesterday you have earned yourself the privilege to stay in bed till term begins." Harry was only mildly shocked at the news, he had been expecting something like that. Even though he knew he tried to protest.
"That's not fair!" Sirius scowled darkly, apparently all the anger he had suppressed yesterday had returned full force.
"Look Harry, I may not be able to punish you for putting yourself in danger yesterday, after all you saved our lives, but I will not allow, under any circumstances, you to play with your health that way. Madame Pomfrey says you need to be in bed and I say that too. You will obey me. Is that understood?" Harry looked down.
"Yes, sir."
"Now get in bed." Not wanting to anger his godfather more than he already had Harry laid back down and looked as Sirius left the room saying he was going to get his breakfast. Sirius brought the breakfast the houselves had prepared for Harry and looked as the boy ate in silence, propped up against some pillows. When he finished, Sirius had calmed down a great deal, he took the tray away and gave the boy a purple potion.
"Drink this." Harry looked at the potion with apprehension but took it from his godfather's hand nonetheless. After he had swallowed it he made a face and Sirius took the cup. He looked at his godson intently and the boy nervously returned his gaze.
"Listen Harry, I'm sorry for having been so harsh before, but you scared the hell out of me yesterday. First I find out you have put yourself in danger by coming out of your room after you had just collapsed in pain and after that seeing you not even able to wash yourself up didn't really help to calm me down. I know you want to help, and you do a great job doing it, but what would happen if you had fainted out there? You are not up to fighting now, you need to built up your strength, not wasting it even more." Harry listened intently to the words, looking at the quilt that laid over his bed.
"I'm sorry." Sirius looked him over carefully and calmly stated.
"You don't mean that." Harry blushed but refused to look at his godfather. Sirius sighed. "I can understand why you're not sorry Harry, some of us could have died if you hadn't helped us. But I don't like the little contempt you have for your own life." Sirius moved to sit on the bed and lifted the boy's face so he was peering down into his godson's green eyes. "Harry, I love you more than anything in this world and I don't like seeing you hurt. I want you to promise me you will be more careful and wont go fighting death eaters if it's not absolutely necessary."
"I'll try, and I'm sorry for worrying you." Sirius looked at him a few moments and then nodded in acceptance, seeing the boy was sincere this time. Sirius hugged Harry tightly and then kissed his forehead before standing up. Harry laid down in bed and Sirius tucked him in.
"Try to sleep now, you must still be awfully tired. If you get bored there are a few muggle books in one of the drawers, I don't want you to read any school books that could tire you out." Harry nodded and curled up inside the blankets he looked as Sirius walked to the door and then turned around and talked again.
"Harry, don't let me catch you out of bed, else you're going to be confined into this room for a long time, is that understood?" He didn't say it unkindly, but his eyes told his godson he meant every word. Harry nodded.
"Yes, sir."
"Sleep well." And after that he went out and closed the door, leaving Harry alone. It didn't take long for the boy to slip into sleep again.
At September the first Sirius woke Harry up from the nap he was taking after having had lunch.
"Come on Harry, get dressed, the students will be arriving in an hour." Harry smiled excitedly, he would finally meet his parents and he would be seeing Ron and Hermione again. He stood up and quickly got dressed in the black robes, thankfully he wasn't getting tired as quickly anymore, maybe all those nasty potions Sirius had made him drink had helped, not that he would ever admit it to his godfather. He went downstairs with Echo perched on his shoulder, Derek had chosen to stay in his room, afraid of crowds, and Godric and Hedwig were no where to be seen. To his surprise he saw professor McGonagall standing there instead of Sirius.
"Good evening, professor." She smiled kindly at him.
"Hello Harry, the train has just arrived, the students will be here in half an hour, lets go." Harry nodded and followed Minerva downstairs to a room he recognised as the first one he had seen upon his arrival at Hogwarts five years ago. The professor entered and he followed, by now he was panting slightly and was a little unsteady on his feet but thankfully not as bad as a week ago. He saw Hagrid had already brought the first years in and he looked around looking for his friends, leaving the teacher's side. Suddenly he was taken in a big hug from behind. The arms loosened a bit, allowing him to turn around and he found himself looking down at Hermione's bushy, brown hair. He smiled gently at her, returning the hug, he must have grown quite a bit since last time they saw each other because she was now nearly a head shorter than he.
"Harry! We have missed you so much! How are you doing?" His smile widened and she let go of him.
"I'm fine Hermi." he was then gathered in another hug, this time the person hugging him was taller than he was. "Hello Ron." The boy let him go and the three smiled at each other, happy to be together again.
"It's good to see you again, mate." Professor McGonagall finished her speech, which the three friends had been ignoring and then made her way to where they were standing.
"You are the new exchange students?" Ron and Hermione turned around and smiled a little nervously at her.
"Yes we are, professor." the woman nodded and smiled slightly at them.
"I'm professor McGonagall, and I teach transfiguration. I just wanted to tell you, you are going to be sorted after the first years, you too Harry." The trio nodded and followed behind the first years when they all left the room. When they arrived at the great hall they stayed back, waiting for the first years to be sorted. Harry looked curiously around, his gaze immediately going to the Gryffindor table. Then he saw him. Everyone had been right, if he hadn't left his hair long and got contacts James Potter and him could have easily past as twins. From the place he was standing he couldn't see his eyes but he knew they were bright blue, one of the only differences between them. His father was sitting next to a much younger looking Sirius. He nearly didn't recognise his godfather, this young version wore short hair, much like James's. He had a slight tan, he was muscular and well built, and nowhere as thin and pale as his godfather was. It was a rather shocking seeing him in
such good health, Ryan had never totally recovered from Azkaban. Harry shook his head and looked at the girl sitting next to James, leaning her head on his shoulder. She had bright red hair, much like the Weasleys, she was quite small for what he could see. He felt tears prick in his eyes, without doubt he was now looking at his mother. He was quite startled when Hermione put a comforting hand on his shoulder. He looked at her and she smiled sadly, she had been also been looking to where he was.
"Harry, are you sure being here is a good idea?" Harry nodded his head violently and softly replied.
"Yes Hermione, don't worry, I wouldn't have wanted to miss this chance for nothing in the world." Hermione nodded her head, she didn't seem very convinced but just squeezed his shoulder. Ron was also looking at the marauders.
"Man, Sirius and Remus sure look different." Harry shifted his attention to the brown haired boy sitting next to Sirius and saw Ron was right. Remus was looking much healthier, his features were filled out and he didn't have dark rings under his eyes, he was just clapping enthusiastically with his friends at the new first year who had been sorted into their house. His gaze moved to the boy sitting next to Remus. His face darkened and he clenched his fists. Hermione noticed it and quickly moved her hand to his arm, softly whispering his name. The boy, as if sensing someone was looking at him, turned his gaze to the door and Harry quickly moved his gaze noticing his friends doing the same. He heard Ron mutter.
"Damn Scabbers." Harry couldn't help smiling slightly. He's smile vanished when he heard the last first student being sorted in Ravenclaw and the Dumbledore stood up and announced.
"This year we have three exchange students, their school was attacked a month ago by Voldemort and it has been impossible to reconstruct it so soon so this three students are going to attend Hogwarts for at least this year." The old headmaster sat back down while Ron, Hermione and Harry made their way to where McGonagall was standing.
"Hermione Grand!" The girl stepped forward and put the hat on, sitting down.
'Well, well, what a surprise, I wasn't expecting a time traveller, you and your friends seem to be here in a very important mission.' The hat didn't talk for a while, it was probably looking at her thoughts. 'Very important indeed. Well lets see, you have a great intelligence, you are very bright and like to study, Ravenclaw would fit you nicely.' Hermione's face hardened and she scowled. Determinedly she thought.
'No, there's no way you are putting me in Ravenclaw'
'And why not?' The hat seemed amused at her answer.
'I'm a Gryffindor and like it that way, I only study because I'm curious not to get good points like a Ravenclaw would. Besides I get into to much trouble, they wouldn't appreciate me being in their house.' The hat seemed to consider this and finally sighed.
'Are you sure about it?'
'Absolutely.'
'Ok.'
"Gryffindor!"
Hermione stood up, a small smile of relieve framing her face, she walked up to the gryffindor table but stopped a few moments when she passed her friends.
"The hat is trying to put us in other houses, it knows we are from the future, be careful." she had said it in a whisper and the two boys nodded sombrely. She continued walking and took a sear in front of Remus, who smiled lightly at her before turning his attention to the sorting.
"Ron Surley" Ron bend over Harry and whispered.
"Wish me luck." Harry smiled at him as Ron put the hat on his head.
'Hello there, my boy.'
'Hello'
'Your friend was very demanding, I hope you wont put such a fight.'
'Don't count on it.' Ron wasn't sure but he could have sworn the hat had sighed in his head.
'Lets see...' Ron decided to talk before it got to far.
'Don't bother, I'm a Gryffindor and I don't want to be put in any other house.' He paused for a second but then curiosity won over. 'I'm curious, which house would you have put me in?'
'You're very loyal, Hufflepuff would fit you nicely.'
'Hufflepuff?' Ron's voice was amused. 'I don't think so, I miss the part about hard working.'
'I guess you're right, Gryffindor then?'
'Yes.'
"Gryffindor!" Ron sighed put the hat down and when he passed Harry on his way to Gryffindor table he whispered.
"Hermione was right." Harry sighed when he was called. He walked up to the hat and put it up reluctantly.
'My, my, my, you're a difficult one.' Harry cut the hat's ranting.
'If you're thinking on putting me in Slytherin, forget it, I will now been put in that house.'
'Whoa, calm down, I was not only thinking in Slytherin, I mean you would be ok there, you are certainly have a great need to prove yourself and a certain disregard for rules. But you're also very smart making you good for Ravenclaw and loyal putting you in Hufflepuff and finally you have got a great amount of bravery that would make Gryffindor perfect for you. I can't really decide.'
'You don't need to, I'm perfectly happy in Gryffindor.' Harry's voice, though firm, sounded a little dazed at the discovery he would fit in the four houses.
'Why are the three of you even being sorted? You just tell me where you want to be put in, and done accept any variation of it.' Harry could tell the hat was quite annoyed with them but at the moment he didn't care.
'Well, we can't really tell Dumbledore we are Gryffindors, so you get the honour of sorting us again.' The hat snorted in his head.
'That's hardly an honour, my boy.' Nevertheless it said:
"Gryffindor!"
To be continued...
Author's notes: Well it certainly is longer, hope you like it. Thanks for all reviews.
Dangers in the past.
When Harry woke up the next morning he was back in his room, the sun was streaming through a window letting him see it was early morning. The boy started to sit up but all his muscles were sore causing him to hiss in pain. That battle with the snake had not been fun, it had nearly crushed him two times and then all the remaining energy he had, had been spent on killing a death eater. Harry finally was able to sit up, he was a little dizzy but tried to ignore it. He looked around and saw he was alone, his pets had probably gone to get something to eat. He swung his legs out of bed, intending to get up when a stern voice stopped him.
"And where do you think you're going young man?" Harry turned and swallowed nervously, Sirius was leaning against the door, an extremely stern expression on his face.
"Er... To the living room?" Sirius shook his head and left his place near the door.
"No, you're not, you're going to get into that bed again and stay there for a long time. After that stunt you pulled yesterday you have earned yourself the privilege to stay in bed till term begins." Harry was only mildly shocked at the news, he had been expecting something like that. Even though he knew he tried to protest.
"That's not fair!" Sirius scowled darkly, apparently all the anger he had suppressed yesterday had returned full force.
"Look Harry, I may not be able to punish you for putting yourself in danger yesterday, after all you saved our lives, but I will not allow, under any circumstances, you to play with your health that way. Madame Pomfrey says you need to be in bed and I say that too. You will obey me. Is that understood?" Harry looked down.
"Yes, sir."
"Now get in bed." Not wanting to anger his godfather more than he already had Harry laid back down and looked as Sirius left the room saying he was going to get his breakfast. Sirius brought the breakfast the houselves had prepared for Harry and looked as the boy ate in silence, propped up against some pillows. When he finished, Sirius had calmed down a great deal, he took the tray away and gave the boy a purple potion.
"Drink this." Harry looked at the potion with apprehension but took it from his godfather's hand nonetheless. After he had swallowed it he made a face and Sirius took the cup. He looked at his godson intently and the boy nervously returned his gaze.
"Listen Harry, I'm sorry for having been so harsh before, but you scared the hell out of me yesterday. First I find out you have put yourself in danger by coming out of your room after you had just collapsed in pain and after that seeing you not even able to wash yourself up didn't really help to calm me down. I know you want to help, and you do a great job doing it, but what would happen if you had fainted out there? You are not up to fighting now, you need to built up your strength, not wasting it even more." Harry listened intently to the words, looking at the quilt that laid over his bed.
"I'm sorry." Sirius looked him over carefully and calmly stated.
"You don't mean that." Harry blushed but refused to look at his godfather. Sirius sighed. "I can understand why you're not sorry Harry, some of us could have died if you hadn't helped us. But I don't like the little contempt you have for your own life." Sirius moved to sit on the bed and lifted the boy's face so he was peering down into his godson's green eyes. "Harry, I love you more than anything in this world and I don't like seeing you hurt. I want you to promise me you will be more careful and wont go fighting death eaters if it's not absolutely necessary."
"I'll try, and I'm sorry for worrying you." Sirius looked at him a few moments and then nodded in acceptance, seeing the boy was sincere this time. Sirius hugged Harry tightly and then kissed his forehead before standing up. Harry laid down in bed and Sirius tucked him in.
"Try to sleep now, you must still be awfully tired. If you get bored there are a few muggle books in one of the drawers, I don't want you to read any school books that could tire you out." Harry nodded and curled up inside the blankets he looked as Sirius walked to the door and then turned around and talked again.
"Harry, don't let me catch you out of bed, else you're going to be confined into this room for a long time, is that understood?" He didn't say it unkindly, but his eyes told his godson he meant every word. Harry nodded.
"Yes, sir."
"Sleep well." And after that he went out and closed the door, leaving Harry alone. It didn't take long for the boy to slip into sleep again.
At September the first Sirius woke Harry up from the nap he was taking after having had lunch.
"Come on Harry, get dressed, the students will be arriving in an hour." Harry smiled excitedly, he would finally meet his parents and he would be seeing Ron and Hermione again. He stood up and quickly got dressed in the black robes, thankfully he wasn't getting tired as quickly anymore, maybe all those nasty potions Sirius had made him drink had helped, not that he would ever admit it to his godfather. He went downstairs with Echo perched on his shoulder, Derek had chosen to stay in his room, afraid of crowds, and Godric and Hedwig were no where to be seen. To his surprise he saw professor McGonagall standing there instead of Sirius.
"Good evening, professor." She smiled kindly at him.
"Hello Harry, the train has just arrived, the students will be here in half an hour, lets go." Harry nodded and followed Minerva downstairs to a room he recognised as the first one he had seen upon his arrival at Hogwarts five years ago. The professor entered and he followed, by now he was panting slightly and was a little unsteady on his feet but thankfully not as bad as a week ago. He saw Hagrid had already brought the first years in and he looked around looking for his friends, leaving the teacher's side. Suddenly he was taken in a big hug from behind. The arms loosened a bit, allowing him to turn around and he found himself looking down at Hermione's bushy, brown hair. He smiled gently at her, returning the hug, he must have grown quite a bit since last time they saw each other because she was now nearly a head shorter than he.
"Harry! We have missed you so much! How are you doing?" His smile widened and she let go of him.
"I'm fine Hermi." he was then gathered in another hug, this time the person hugging him was taller than he was. "Hello Ron." The boy let him go and the three smiled at each other, happy to be together again.
"It's good to see you again, mate." Professor McGonagall finished her speech, which the three friends had been ignoring and then made her way to where they were standing.
"You are the new exchange students?" Ron and Hermione turned around and smiled a little nervously at her.
"Yes we are, professor." the woman nodded and smiled slightly at them.
"I'm professor McGonagall, and I teach transfiguration. I just wanted to tell you, you are going to be sorted after the first years, you too Harry." The trio nodded and followed behind the first years when they all left the room. When they arrived at the great hall they stayed back, waiting for the first years to be sorted. Harry looked curiously around, his gaze immediately going to the Gryffindor table. Then he saw him. Everyone had been right, if he hadn't left his hair long and got contacts James Potter and him could have easily past as twins. From the place he was standing he couldn't see his eyes but he knew they were bright blue, one of the only differences between them. His father was sitting next to a much younger looking Sirius. He nearly didn't recognise his godfather, this young version wore short hair, much like James's. He had a slight tan, he was muscular and well built, and nowhere as thin and pale as his godfather was. It was a rather shocking seeing him in
such good health, Ryan had never totally recovered from Azkaban. Harry shook his head and looked at the girl sitting next to James, leaning her head on his shoulder. She had bright red hair, much like the Weasleys, she was quite small for what he could see. He felt tears prick in his eyes, without doubt he was now looking at his mother. He was quite startled when Hermione put a comforting hand on his shoulder. He looked at her and she smiled sadly, she had been also been looking to where he was.
"Harry, are you sure being here is a good idea?" Harry nodded his head violently and softly replied.
"Yes Hermione, don't worry, I wouldn't have wanted to miss this chance for nothing in the world." Hermione nodded her head, she didn't seem very convinced but just squeezed his shoulder. Ron was also looking at the marauders.
"Man, Sirius and Remus sure look different." Harry shifted his attention to the brown haired boy sitting next to Sirius and saw Ron was right. Remus was looking much healthier, his features were filled out and he didn't have dark rings under his eyes, he was just clapping enthusiastically with his friends at the new first year who had been sorted into their house. His gaze moved to the boy sitting next to Remus. His face darkened and he clenched his fists. Hermione noticed it and quickly moved her hand to his arm, softly whispering his name. The boy, as if sensing someone was looking at him, turned his gaze to the door and Harry quickly moved his gaze noticing his friends doing the same. He heard Ron mutter.
"Damn Scabbers." Harry couldn't help smiling slightly. He's smile vanished when he heard the last first student being sorted in Ravenclaw and the Dumbledore stood up and announced.
"This year we have three exchange students, their school was attacked a month ago by Voldemort and it has been impossible to reconstruct it so soon so this three students are going to attend Hogwarts for at least this year." The old headmaster sat back down while Ron, Hermione and Harry made their way to where McGonagall was standing.
"Hermione Grand!" The girl stepped forward and put the hat on, sitting down.
'Well, well, what a surprise, I wasn't expecting a time traveller, you and your friends seem to be here in a very important mission.' The hat didn't talk for a while, it was probably looking at her thoughts. 'Very important indeed. Well lets see, you have a great intelligence, you are very bright and like to study, Ravenclaw would fit you nicely.' Hermione's face hardened and she scowled. Determinedly she thought.
'No, there's no way you are putting me in Ravenclaw'
'And why not?' The hat seemed amused at her answer.
'I'm a Gryffindor and like it that way, I only study because I'm curious not to get good points like a Ravenclaw would. Besides I get into to much trouble, they wouldn't appreciate me being in their house.' The hat seemed to consider this and finally sighed.
'Are you sure about it?'
'Absolutely.'
'Ok.'
"Gryffindor!"
Hermione stood up, a small smile of relieve framing her face, she walked up to the gryffindor table but stopped a few moments when she passed her friends.
"The hat is trying to put us in other houses, it knows we are from the future, be careful." she had said it in a whisper and the two boys nodded sombrely. She continued walking and took a sear in front of Remus, who smiled lightly at her before turning his attention to the sorting.
"Ron Surley" Ron bend over Harry and whispered.
"Wish me luck." Harry smiled at him as Ron put the hat on his head.
'Hello there, my boy.'
'Hello'
'Your friend was very demanding, I hope you wont put such a fight.'
'Don't count on it.' Ron wasn't sure but he could have sworn the hat had sighed in his head.
'Lets see...' Ron decided to talk before it got to far.
'Don't bother, I'm a Gryffindor and I don't want to be put in any other house.' He paused for a second but then curiosity won over. 'I'm curious, which house would you have put me in?'
'You're very loyal, Hufflepuff would fit you nicely.'
'Hufflepuff?' Ron's voice was amused. 'I don't think so, I miss the part about hard working.'
'I guess you're right, Gryffindor then?'
'Yes.'
"Gryffindor!" Ron sighed put the hat down and when he passed Harry on his way to Gryffindor table he whispered.
"Hermione was right." Harry sighed when he was called. He walked up to the hat and put it up reluctantly.
'My, my, my, you're a difficult one.' Harry cut the hat's ranting.
'If you're thinking on putting me in Slytherin, forget it, I will now been put in that house.'
'Whoa, calm down, I was not only thinking in Slytherin, I mean you would be ok there, you are certainly have a great need to prove yourself and a certain disregard for rules. But you're also very smart making you good for Ravenclaw and loyal putting you in Hufflepuff and finally you have got a great amount of bravery that would make Gryffindor perfect for you. I can't really decide.'
'You don't need to, I'm perfectly happy in Gryffindor.' Harry's voice, though firm, sounded a little dazed at the discovery he would fit in the four houses.
'Why are the three of you even being sorted? You just tell me where you want to be put in, and done accept any variation of it.' Harry could tell the hat was quite annoyed with them but at the moment he didn't care.
'Well, we can't really tell Dumbledore we are Gryffindors, so you get the honour of sorting us again.' The hat snorted in his head.
'That's hardly an honour, my boy.' Nevertheless it said:
"Gryffindor!"
To be continued...
Author's notes: Well it certainly is longer, hope you like it. Thanks for all reviews.