The next morning, Harry awoke to someone jumping on his couch. He looked up to see James jumping and yelling.

"Wake up sleepy-head, today's a new day!" Harry looked to Ron and Hermione, to find them both awake and dressed. They were sniggering at James.

"W-What time is it?" Harry asked, while yawning.

"Seven thirty, but we've got to be down in the Great Hall so we can tell Dumbledore about your arrival!" James said.

"James, you can stop bouncing on the couch now, I'm up" James stopped bouncing and started blushing.

"I didn't realize I was still doing it" he muttered, while Sirius, Remus and another boy started laughing.

"Who's this?" Ron asked, pointing to the boy standing next to Remus.

"Hello! I'm Peter Pettigrew!" Peter said, waving merrily. Harry froze and tried his best not to glare at him. Unluckily, Ron and Hermione were eyeing him with complete loathing.

"Um . . . did I say something wrong?" Peter squeaked.

"No, not at all" James said, looking at Ron and Hermione suspiciously "Although, I don't think so anyway"

"No, he didn't" Ron said, but his tone was one of hatred.

"Ron, you look hungry, maybe we should go down and eat something" Harry said, quickly. Everyone stared at him, then nodded.

"Food! I need food!" Sirius cried. Remus rolled his eyes.

"Padfoot, all you think about is food!" Harry bit his lip to stop himself laughing. The Sirius he knew sometimes got excited about food.

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While they walked down to the Great Hall, they came across Professor Dumbledore. "Hullo Albus, nice to see you again, lovely day, isn't it?" Sirius said, looking happy, while everyone else held back a laugh. Dumbledore's eyes twinkled with amusement.

"Good morning Mr. Black, yes indeed, it's a lovely day" He made to walk into the Great Hall, but stopped on seeing Harry, Ron and Hermione.

"Hello there, I don't believe we've met, who are you?"

"We're transfer students, we . . . er . . . need to speak with you Professor" Harry said, looking nervous.

"Oh indeed, well, please follow me to my office and we shall talk there" Dumbledore started walking off to his office with Harry, Ron and Hermione walking behind.

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On entering Dumbledore's office, Dumbledore waved his wand and made three chairs appear out of thin air.

"Please sit" So they did. When they seated themselves comfortably, Hermione chose to speak.

"Um . . . Professor, We think that we ought to tell you that my friends and I . . . we're from the future, we somehow got transported here, I think it was by my time-turner, but. . ." Hermione pulled out a smashed time-turner from around her neck "I think it got broken when we fell" Hermione said cautiously. Dumbledore looked at them in surprise; clearly he had not been expecting this. He nodded and said.

"Continue"

"Well, I'm Hermione Granger and these are my friends" Hermione motioned to Harry and Ron "Ron Weasley and . . ." Hermione trailed off, looking to Harry.

"And I'm Harry Potter"

Dumbledore looked at Harry in surprise.

"Harry Potter? As in James Potter's son?" Harry nodded to confirm Dumbledore's suspicions.

"Really? Well, that's interesting, I must say, although I shouldn't be surprised"

"Why is that interesting Professor?"

Dumbledore waved it away with his hand "It's nothing; I just didn't realize that James Potter, one of my brightest students would end up having a child" Harry, Ron and Hermione looked at him confused. Dumbledore decided to continue.

"He's always saying that kids would be too much to handle"

"Oh!" The three fifth years nodded in understanding.

Harry grinned "Professor Dumbledore, we've changed our last names, but quite a few people already think that James and I look like twins" Dumbledore nodded.

"I must say, I did think you were James at first, but then I noticed the colour of your eyes and knew straight away that you weren't him" Dumbledore said, his eyes twinkling. "May I ask who your mother is Harry?" Harry hesitated and looked at Ron and Hermione. They both nodded and smiled.

"It couldn't hurt to tell you, could it?" Harry asked. Dumbledore shook his head.

"Not unless I tell them, which I very much doubt" Harry grinned, then said.

"My mother is Lily Evans" Again, Dumbledore looked surprised.

"Lily Evans? Really?"

"Why is that so surprising?" Hermione asked.

"Well, it's just the fact that Lily seems to not really like James at the moment, she says she finds him 'rather annoying', which I must say, he can be at times" Harry smiled.

So, what are your last names then?" Dumbledore asked.

"Well, I'm Harry Poor"

"Ron Weasel"

"And I'm just keeping my name as it is Professor" Dumbledore nodded.

"Very well, what house should you be in? I assume that all three of you attended Hogwarts, am I correct?" He was answered by three nods.

"We're all in Gryffindor" Ron said. Dumbledore nodded again.

"Unfortunately though, I will have to place the Sorting Hat on your heads at breakfast, otherwise, people will be suspicious as to why you were put in Gryffindor, if you understand my meaning" Harry, Ron and Hermione nodded slowly. Dumbledore then noticed that Harry had paled.

"Whatever's the matter Harry?"

"Well, it's just, in my first year at Hogwarts, the Sorting Hat said, that I could do well in Slytherin, but I think that's because of Voldemort's powers being transferred to me from when I was a baby" Ron flinched, but then Dumbledore suddenly looked angry.

"Voldemort?" he questioned harshly.

"Well, yes" Harry, then realizing Dumbledore's suspicions quickly spoke up "It's not what you think Professor! None of us are working for him!"

Dumbledore looked as though he relaxed for a minute, then his gaze hardened again "And how do I know that?"

"It's true Professor! We all hate him! He tried to kill Harry when he was a baby and in doing so, he killed James and Lily, but when he turned on Harry, the curse backfired and no one knows how he lived, but when this happened, Harry was left with only a scar on his forehead! Everything we're saying is all true sir! Harry, show him your scar!"

Dumbledore turned to see Harry lift up his black hair to reveal a lightening shaped-scar on his forehead. Dumbledore studied it intently for a minute, then he relaxed.

"I believe you Miss Granger, I'm sorry about my suspicions earlier, I shouldn't have been really, but with Voldemort on the rise, there's no telling who's on which side"

"I'm always fighting for the light! There is absolutely NO WAY that I am fighting with HIM! HE killed my parents!" Harry said; anger rising in his voice.

"I believe you Harry, now, shall we go down to the Great Hall, so you can try on the Sorting Hat? No offense in any way, but I'm starting to feel a bit peckish and I'm sure that you three must be hungry" Dumbledore said with a smile. Three grumbling stomachs answered his question.

"Well, let us proceed to the Great Hall" and with that, Harry, Ron and Hermione made their way to the Great Hall, ready to be sorted into their house.