Wingstar: This is all mine.

Shriek: Someone tell her she's hallucinating.

Deviongue: Tried that, didn't work.

Shriek: Good point.

Wingstar: Hey, if I own this, why is Prongs gone?

Deviongue: You couldn't find another way to annihilate the competition?

Wingstar: Shut up.

The Dungeon Dweller (all together): Sadly, she doesn't own it, though we're still all friends in our little messed up world.

CHAPTER 1: Moonlight in the Tower, Meeting at the Gate

Harry came out of Dumbledore's office. It was dark now and Harry had an urge to run up to Gryffindor tower and tell Hermione and Ron everything, tell them about Dumbledore's surprise gift (if that's what it was), tell them about why he wanted Severus and Sirius back instead of Lily and James. But he couldn't. Hermione was still dead and Ron, Ron was currently sitting in Azkaban, awaiting sentencing. So Harry decided to do what he had done ever since 5th year when he had been struck by insomnia; he went up to the Astronomy Tower.

But someone was already there.

Harry turned to go but she turned around. It was then he first got a good look at her. Her hair was long and silvery white, reaching to her waist, bits in front, most still in back. She looked at him intently with violet eyes that seemed as sad his did these days. She was tall, around 5'10 at least.

"Hello, Harry," she said at last. He stared at her.

"Um, if you don't mind me asking, do you know me?" Harry asked confusedly. She laughed mirthlessly.

"Who doesn't know you. You're Harry Potter, after all, you've just defeated the dark lord, permanently. But," she continued, looking directly into his eyes. "I suppose I could say I do know you. At least I did when you were a baby, I haven't seen too much of you since. You can stay, I was just leaving." As she walked passed him she turned around and added, "He left you his peniseve. I do hope you'll look at it before you're week's up, Harry. It's in your bedroom, I dropped it off on my way up here."

"Thanks," he said, his mind reeling. She nodded and walked off. "Who was that?" he wondered. "Maybe Severus has something about her in his peniseve." But he didn't feel like leaving just yet, so he walked over to the end and looked out over the broken, torn up and battered land of Hogwarts. And he noticed that the Forbidden Forest did seem so dark or forbidden anymore, then again, it could just be the absence of a lot of trees and dark creatures who used to abide there.

An hour or so later Harry went up to his private dormitory that he had gotten as head boy. Inside he gently sat down on his bed and looked at the peniseve that the mysterious woman had left upon his pillow. Next to it was a note. It read:

Harry,

Once you're done with the peniseve, I suggest you take a look at the Marauders Map. Simply tap it and say, "I, sadly bored and at a loss of things to do, wish to view all written works by the Marauders and the Dungeon Dwellers." Trust me, that will make more sense once you're done with the peniseve.

Remo, a.k.a. Wingstar

"What the," Harry breathed. He reached over and grabbed the peniseve, then dived into it and…

Harry looked around and saw he was back in the hospital wing, back in his 4th year.

"Severus," said Dumbledore, turning to Snape. "You know what I must ask you to do. If you are ready…if you are prepared…"

"I am," Snape replied. He looked paler than usual, and his cold, black eyes glittered strangely.

"Then good luck," said Dumbledore, and he watched wit ha trace of apprehension on his face, as Snape swept wordlessly after Sirius. Harry followed him, he had to after all, this was Severus's memory. They continued until they were at the entrance of the school where Sirius stood, waiting anxiously. Sirius swept Severus into an embrace once he had crossed the threshold. Severus returned it.

"Good acting back there," Severus murmured. Sirius laughed weakly.

"Well, if I didn't know better I'd say you actually hated me," Sirius said. "It wasn't hard to follow your lead." Harry laughed with Severus.

"I could never hate you," the potions master said afterward and kissed Sirius to prove it. Once they broke apart they walked away from the castle they began to speak again.

"I was so worried," Sirius admitted. "Now that Voldemort's back, I can't decide whom I more worried for, Harry or you?"

"Be more worried for Harry," Severus said firmly. "I'm not the one destined to destroy the dark lord."

"Still," Sirius said. "You're going to go spy on Voldemort now…and I can't help but worry you won't come back."

"I will," Severus said, stopping and looking Sirius in the eye. "But now we both have to go do what Dumbledore told us too so that we can make sure our son is safe."

"Right," Sirius said. "Now go." Severus nodded and with one last kiss he went off. But strangely Harry didn't have to follow him. Nor did he even have to follow Sirius as he went off in another direction. Rather, next to him stood the woman he had met in the Astronomy tower.

"All right, Harry," she said quietly. "That was just something for you to see because it was a nice memory for both of them. Now you have to do something, but you have a choice. Harry- will you go to the past with me?"

"What?" he gasped. "How can- why are you here- how can you be here. I mean…" he trailed off.

"Look, this is important, all right?" she told him patiently. "Not to our time, well, yes it is, but more so to you getting born and other things like that."

"What's your name?" Harry asked her. "You full name." She didn't seem surprised and answered, "Remo Alanna…Dumbledore."

"Dumbledore?" Harry asked in shock. "Albus is your father?" She shook her head negatively.

"No, he's my uncle," she said sadly. "Now, do you agree to come?"

"Yes," Harry answered, surprising himself.

"Good," she replied.

Wingstar: Next Chapter you'll meet us! The awesome Dungeon Dwellers!

Deviongue: You know, nothing in the summery says anything about time-travel.

Wingstar (scowling): So?

Shriek: He has a point there.

Wingstar: If it upsets you so much, change it!

Deviongue: You're the one with a keyboard and computer to go with it.

Wingstar (smirking): Exactly.

The Dungeon Dweller (all together): Please read'n reivew!

Note: If you think really hard, you'll know this is no Mary Sue- next chapter will prove it!