Rain was falling down and every now and then a lighting bolt flashed across
the sky. Harry sighed, the weather mirrored his mood. He was laying on his
back in his bed, hands behind his head, a tear escaping form his eyes.
"I'm so sorry, Sirius. It's all my fault you died. Dumbledore may say it's not, but I still feel responsible."
He would go back to Hogwarts tomorrow. Ron and Hermione were sure to confront him with Sirius' death. He had had all summer to grief and progress it, but it hadn't been enough, he didn't want to talk about it yet. He wanted more time, maybe a chance to talk to him again, that was all he wanted.
"I wish I could say goodbye and tell you I'm sorry."
There was a bright light and Harry was falling. He didn't see anything, but that bright light. He landed on a stone floor, hard. The air was knocked out of his lungs. It took him a minute to catch his breath, he then opened his eyes and looked around. He was at Hogwarts, in the entrance hall to be precise. His trunk lay a few feet away.
'How did I get here?'
Footsteps were coming closer to him. He stood up and turned around. Dumbledore was walking down the Marble Stairs.
"Who are you?"
Harry gave him a confused look, but answered.
"Harry James Potter, sir."
Dumbledore looked surprised.
"Please follow me to my office."
Harry followed him and a few minutes later he was sitting in a comfortable chair in Dumbledores office. Dumbledore sat behind his desk, giving Harry a strange look. Harry looked around, this was not the office he remembered. It looked the same, but it felt different.
"So, you're Harry James Potter?"
"Yes sir."
"Related to James Potter in anyway?"
"He was my father."
"Was?"
"He died." Harry was getting frustrated. Why was Dumbledore asking these questions when everybody knew this stuff.
"When did he die?"
"October 31, 1981."
Dumbledore again looked surprised.
"Mystery solved."
"What do you mean, sir?"
"I mean that you somehow travelled back in time. To the year 1974 to be precise. Your father is to start his 6th year tomorrow."
"I would be starting my 6th year tomorrow to. Well at least in my time."
"We have to find a way to get you back, but until then you'll just have to go to school here."
"Really?" Harrys face lit up.
"Yes, now which house are you in?"
"Gryffindor."
"Very well. Just one more question. Was that trunk in the hall yours?"
"Yes sir."
"Ok, I'll let it be brought up to your new dormitory and a 5th bed will have to be placed there. You can spent the night there and you can see what you do with your day tomorrow. I'll get you when the feast starts."
"Professor?"
"Yes?"
"What about my name and where I came form?"
"We'll be honest and say you're from the future, but nobody can ask you any questions. I'll inform the teachers right after I'll brought you to Gryffindor tower and make sure you can sleep tonight."
"Ok."
~~~That night~~~
Harry was laying in his bed on his back again, hands under his head, just like before he got here. Earlier that night when he was reading in the common room Professor McGonagall had come in to welcome him and asked which classes he took. He had been provided with the right schoolbooks, 'cause the other one were, well, only used in the future.
He would be seeing his dad tomorrow and the rest of the Marauder, to bad that included Peter. He had to act nice to him, else his behaviour would raise uncomfortable questions.
'I just hope I can get along with them. They'll be different form the Marauders I know, more carefree and still best friend for ever.'
Somehow Harry fell asleep.
~~~Next day~~~
Harry woke up, the sun was shining in his face. He pulled the covers over his head, but now he was awake, he couldn't sleep again. Birds were singing outside and the sun penetrated the covers. He got up and looked at the alarm clock on his nightstand, 1.15.
'I must have lost a lot of sleep when I was with the Dursleys.'
He dressed into his robes and went to the Great Hall to get something to eat. Lunch should be served right about now.
When he entered the Hall all teacher were there eating. They stopped as soon as they noticed Harry.
"Oh, mister Potter, how nice of you to join us. I began to think you would sleep until the feast." Dumbledore said.
Harry blushed and all teachers, except Dumbledore and McGonagall, got up to introduce themselves to Harry. He knew some teachers like Flitwick, Vector, Binns (A/N: Still alive, but not for long.) and Kettleburn.
"Hello Harry. I'm Rose, Rose Herball. I'll be your Herbology teacher." An energetic young witch said, smiling at Harry.
"Hey, I'm Ted Tonks. I'll try to teach you Defence Against the Dark Arts." A wizard in his thirties introduced himself.
"Try to teach?" Harry looked confused.
"Gryffindor, Slytherin and the Marauders." Ted smiled.
Harry laughed, he could imagine what that class would be like.
After the other, known, teachers introduced themselves one teacher was still unknown to Harry. Ted saw Harry look.
"That's Fungus, Frank Fungus, potionsmaster, head of Slytherin. He hates Gryffindor and it's students. Better watch out for him."
"Don't worry, he sounds like he's the same as my potionsmaster. He can't stand me."
Now it was the turn of the teachers to laugh.
"How could anyone dislike you?" Rose asked.
Harry gave her a strange look.
"I always have a pretty good impression off how a person is and you seem to be a noble, brave, modest and kind boy." Rose smiled and Harry blushed.
"Well, I think it had something to do with my father." Harry answered. 'Think, yeah right. I know it had something to do with my father, but they don't have to know that.'
After a few minutes more talk Ted went to prepare his lessons and told Harry he could eat at his spot at the teachers table next to Dumbledore, because it would be so lonely at Gryffindor table and that's what Harry did.
It was fun eating at the teachers table for once. On his left was Dumbledore and on his right Rose. He had fun, but one thing kept popping up in his mind.
'Tonight I'm finally going to meet my dad.'
A/N: I hope you liked it. Thank you Dutch Lily Flower for helping me get the names of the teachers, I owe you one.
"I'm so sorry, Sirius. It's all my fault you died. Dumbledore may say it's not, but I still feel responsible."
He would go back to Hogwarts tomorrow. Ron and Hermione were sure to confront him with Sirius' death. He had had all summer to grief and progress it, but it hadn't been enough, he didn't want to talk about it yet. He wanted more time, maybe a chance to talk to him again, that was all he wanted.
"I wish I could say goodbye and tell you I'm sorry."
There was a bright light and Harry was falling. He didn't see anything, but that bright light. He landed on a stone floor, hard. The air was knocked out of his lungs. It took him a minute to catch his breath, he then opened his eyes and looked around. He was at Hogwarts, in the entrance hall to be precise. His trunk lay a few feet away.
'How did I get here?'
Footsteps were coming closer to him. He stood up and turned around. Dumbledore was walking down the Marble Stairs.
"Who are you?"
Harry gave him a confused look, but answered.
"Harry James Potter, sir."
Dumbledore looked surprised.
"Please follow me to my office."
Harry followed him and a few minutes later he was sitting in a comfortable chair in Dumbledores office. Dumbledore sat behind his desk, giving Harry a strange look. Harry looked around, this was not the office he remembered. It looked the same, but it felt different.
"So, you're Harry James Potter?"
"Yes sir."
"Related to James Potter in anyway?"
"He was my father."
"Was?"
"He died." Harry was getting frustrated. Why was Dumbledore asking these questions when everybody knew this stuff.
"When did he die?"
"October 31, 1981."
Dumbledore again looked surprised.
"Mystery solved."
"What do you mean, sir?"
"I mean that you somehow travelled back in time. To the year 1974 to be precise. Your father is to start his 6th year tomorrow."
"I would be starting my 6th year tomorrow to. Well at least in my time."
"We have to find a way to get you back, but until then you'll just have to go to school here."
"Really?" Harrys face lit up.
"Yes, now which house are you in?"
"Gryffindor."
"Very well. Just one more question. Was that trunk in the hall yours?"
"Yes sir."
"Ok, I'll let it be brought up to your new dormitory and a 5th bed will have to be placed there. You can spent the night there and you can see what you do with your day tomorrow. I'll get you when the feast starts."
"Professor?"
"Yes?"
"What about my name and where I came form?"
"We'll be honest and say you're from the future, but nobody can ask you any questions. I'll inform the teachers right after I'll brought you to Gryffindor tower and make sure you can sleep tonight."
"Ok."
~~~That night~~~
Harry was laying in his bed on his back again, hands under his head, just like before he got here. Earlier that night when he was reading in the common room Professor McGonagall had come in to welcome him and asked which classes he took. He had been provided with the right schoolbooks, 'cause the other one were, well, only used in the future.
He would be seeing his dad tomorrow and the rest of the Marauder, to bad that included Peter. He had to act nice to him, else his behaviour would raise uncomfortable questions.
'I just hope I can get along with them. They'll be different form the Marauders I know, more carefree and still best friend for ever.'
Somehow Harry fell asleep.
~~~Next day~~~
Harry woke up, the sun was shining in his face. He pulled the covers over his head, but now he was awake, he couldn't sleep again. Birds were singing outside and the sun penetrated the covers. He got up and looked at the alarm clock on his nightstand, 1.15.
'I must have lost a lot of sleep when I was with the Dursleys.'
He dressed into his robes and went to the Great Hall to get something to eat. Lunch should be served right about now.
When he entered the Hall all teacher were there eating. They stopped as soon as they noticed Harry.
"Oh, mister Potter, how nice of you to join us. I began to think you would sleep until the feast." Dumbledore said.
Harry blushed and all teachers, except Dumbledore and McGonagall, got up to introduce themselves to Harry. He knew some teachers like Flitwick, Vector, Binns (A/N: Still alive, but not for long.) and Kettleburn.
"Hello Harry. I'm Rose, Rose Herball. I'll be your Herbology teacher." An energetic young witch said, smiling at Harry.
"Hey, I'm Ted Tonks. I'll try to teach you Defence Against the Dark Arts." A wizard in his thirties introduced himself.
"Try to teach?" Harry looked confused.
"Gryffindor, Slytherin and the Marauders." Ted smiled.
Harry laughed, he could imagine what that class would be like.
After the other, known, teachers introduced themselves one teacher was still unknown to Harry. Ted saw Harry look.
"That's Fungus, Frank Fungus, potionsmaster, head of Slytherin. He hates Gryffindor and it's students. Better watch out for him."
"Don't worry, he sounds like he's the same as my potionsmaster. He can't stand me."
Now it was the turn of the teachers to laugh.
"How could anyone dislike you?" Rose asked.
Harry gave her a strange look.
"I always have a pretty good impression off how a person is and you seem to be a noble, brave, modest and kind boy." Rose smiled and Harry blushed.
"Well, I think it had something to do with my father." Harry answered. 'Think, yeah right. I know it had something to do with my father, but they don't have to know that.'
After a few minutes more talk Ted went to prepare his lessons and told Harry he could eat at his spot at the teachers table next to Dumbledore, because it would be so lonely at Gryffindor table and that's what Harry did.
It was fun eating at the teachers table for once. On his left was Dumbledore and on his right Rose. He had fun, but one thing kept popping up in his mind.
'Tonight I'm finally going to meet my dad.'
A/N: I hope you liked it. Thank you Dutch Lily Flower for helping me get the names of the teachers, I owe you one.