Disclaimer: Peter, Harry, Remus, Sirius, James, and all the rest don't belong to me.

Dedication: This is for my sister, even though she'll never read it. She gave me the time to get it done though, so thank you!

Author's Note: I just can't stop writing. I'm not even sure why. I just picked this thing up to do for fun, and now it's taken over. I'm glad it's getting the responses it is, though. Again, please tell me if it gets to much like a soap opera. Those can be fun. :-) Oh, and Demeter, don't worry. Severus will be showing up (in person), most likely in the next chapter. I can't leave him out...

Timeless

Chapter 5

Harry was still have sure all of this was a dream. There was nothing else it could be, in all honesty. Some sort of odd, concussion induced dream. He tried not to think of anything but the present. //One night...what could one night hurt?// But it was thinking like that that would get him in trouble. He frowned, picking at a thread on the sheet. He glanced over at his father, spread out and frowning over his potions book.

//I can't believe it...// He felt a lump forming in his throat again. The chess game had been amazing. He had been able to play a game of chess with his father. Tears were welling up, and he had to swallow them quickly. //This is enough...// This was something he'd have forever. These few hours. Or however long he ended up having. He wished his father didn't have to do school work. He wanted to talk with him more. But he knew he couldn't stay forever.

"Bah!" James tossed aside his book, and sighed. "Sick of it already."

"Er...is it hard?" Harry asked. Any chance he had to talk with his father, he was going to take.

"Not hard, just boring." James answered. "It's potions. I hate that class."

"Me too." Harry agreed, overjoyed that he and his father had something in common. "My teacher back at my old school hated me." He confessed.

"Our's hates everyone." James groaned, rolling onto his back to look upside-down at Harry. "She's a nasty old bat, of you ask me."

"Really?" Harry sat up, crossing his legs under him.

"You have no idea!" Sirius chimed in. "Evil I tell you!"

"That's awful." Harry could sympathize. He had much the same opinion of Professor Snape.

"We almost always come close to failing." James said. "She's out to get us."

"*Everyone* nearly fails." Peter added.

"Not Snape." Sirius prompted. Harry had to stifle a small smile. "I swear, if he had his nose any further..."

"All right, all right." James said. "We get the point. He's a teacher's pet, that's for sure."

"Really?" Now Harry was quite interested.

"He really is." Peter answered. "He's very good in potions though."

"Makes up for sucking at everything else." Sirius quipped. "Boy couldn't transfigure a quill into a feather."

"Aren't they the same thing?" James raised an eyebrow.

"Nope. A quill's got the sharp pointy end." Sirius grinned, and the others just shook their heads, including Harry. There was a certain form of camaraderie in the room. It made Harry feel very much quite at home. It reminded him of the dorm from his own time, when they would sit around just talking and goofing off.

"He's pretty good in Defence Against the Dark Arts." James pointed out.

"Only because Remmie tutored him." Sirius shot back. "If it weren't for that. he'd be failing. He didn't get anything before him and Remmie worked out whatever it is they worked out."

"It's really not that complicated." James said. "Remmie helps him with Defence Against the Dark Arts, and he helps Remmie with potions. And then Remmie helps us. So it all works out pretty good, if you ask me."

"Remmie's too smart for his own good." Sirius stood up, stretching.

"But he can't play Quidditch for the life of him." James grinned broadly.

"We can't all be start players like *some* people." Sirius chided, wagging his finger at James. Harry laughed to himself, fighting the urge to run and hug his father. He didn't think that would go over well at all. He glanced over, and inadvertently caught Peter's eye. The other boy was smiling shyly, obviously removed from the discussion but a part of it all the same.

"You're just jealous." James said, tossing his head.

"Oh yeah I'm so jealous." Sirius rolled his eyes a Harry.

"Aha! He admits it!" James pointed a finger at Sirius, grinning broadly. "Let that be stated in large *and* bold letters on the record!"

"Remmie keeps the record, so you're out of luck." Sirius said, tossing a pillow at James.

"Resorting to physical abuse, eh?" James rolled over, grabbing a pillow of his own.

"What else? You know I can beat you any day."

"Them's fighting words!" James sent his pillow flying at Sirius, who blocked it, causing it to hit Peter.

"Hey! Leave me out of this!" The slightly plump boy shouted, rolling off of the bed and ducking down.

"So now you're going after civilians, eh?" James jumped up, a pillow in each hand. "You're going down, Black!"

That started a full blown pillow fight that ended up including the three mauraders and Harry. They ended up in two teams, Sirius and James versus Harry and Peter. And James and Sirius managed to horde all the pillows, forcing Peter and Harry to use Peter's stuffed animals. It pretty much ended when James got a button nose upside the head, and called foul.

//I don't want to go back...// But Harry knew he had to. It was against all sorts of rules if he stayed. And what about Ron and Hermione? And everything else. They needed him, back there. He'd have to go to Dumbledore. But tomorrow. For now, he was going to horde all the time he had with his father.

"Better then homework any day." James said, stretching out on his bed.

"Homework." Sirius scoffed. "What's the point?"

James opened his mouth to say something, but the dorm door opened, and Remus entered looking a bit flush and very self satisfied. Harry swallowed hard, half expecting the young werewolf to immediately start in on him. But Remus said nothing, only walked in, books in his arms, grinning smugly like the cat who got teh dream.

"Have fun studying, Remmie?" James asked, mildly.

"Oh? Hmm? Oh! Yes." Remus smiled again, dipping his head. "But I'm rather tired from my...studying. If you'll excuse me." He set his books down on his trunk, and crawled into his bed, closing the curtains. James glanced over at Sirius and Peter, and both boys only shrugged. Harry decided that Remus had changed the most since he was a teenager. He couldn't believe that this haughty, defensive young man was the same kind hearted, tender professor Harry had known.

"What crawled up his arse and died?" Sirius whispered. James made shooshing noises with his hand.

"He can hear you." He muttered, barely audible, and Sirius blanched, nodding.

"Remus has very good hearing." Peter explained to Harry, who just nodded. He decided he didn't really like the young Lupin.

"I think I'm going to polish my broom." James said, grabbing up the broom at the end of the bed. Sirius nodded, and moved over to his bed, fishing around in the sheets and pulling out a box of chocolate frogs. That left Peter and Harry alone again. And that arrangement confused Harry to no end. He knew he should hate Peter. This was the man who betrayed his parents. Practically killed them. And yet...he couldn't bring himself to. There was just something sad about Peter. This Peter anyway.

//Stop thinking like that. Say you have something to do, and make him go away...// But Harry did nothing of the sort. He opened his mouth to say something like 'I'm pretty tired', and found himself saying: "So, did you want to play that game of chess?" It was going to be a very long day.

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