Wingstar: As much as we all wish it, Harry Potter does not belong to me.

Deviongue: But rather the murderous J.K. Rowling who killed off my true love.

Shriek: And doesn't understand my character.

Wingstar: And doesn't include me at all.

Deviongue: But together, reading this fan fic, I'm sure we'll all get over this atrocity.

CHAPTER 2: A Bat, A Bird, and a Beast

Remo took out silver chain from inside her shirt. There was a small capsule attached to it. She broke it in half and threw its contents up. It came down on Harry's head. He sneezed and suddenly found he wasn't in the pensive anymore, there being one dead give away.

"Hey! Potter!" A seventeen-year-old Severus Snape called. "What are you doing here?"

"You're dead," Harry said automatically. Snape looked at him quizzically.

"Shriek, Wingstar, did I miss the part in which my death came or has Potter finally lost it?" Severus called to the two girls behind him. They stepped up and Harry gasped. On his right was that woman, Remo, but also seventeen. And on his left was Trelawny!

"Who are you?" Sybil asked. "That's not James, Deviongue." Severus looked closer at him.

"You're right, his eyes are wrong," Severus agreed.

"He's from the future," Remo said.

"How can you tell?" Sybil asked, exasperatedly. "You think everyone new is from the future." Remo laughed.

"I have to be right at least once don't I?" she replied.

"No," both Sybil and Severus answered. Remo looked darkly at them, then grinned sheepishly. Harry looked around during the friends little exchange. He was exactly where he had been in the pensive. The dark forest was just behind him, the castle just ahead. It was apparently near the end of the school year because the heat and green appearance of everything pointed toward it being summer. Harry sighed and took everything in silently; it was nice to see colors besides red black and gray again.

"What's your name?" Remo asked, interrupting his thoughts.

"Harry…" he began, but then he thought 'I shouldn't tell them my real name, it might change the future.'

"Potter," a new voice answered. Harry turned and saw it was the Remo from his time.

"Ha!" Remo from the past cried. "I told you he was from the future! I was so right!" Sybil and Severus rolled their eyes.

"He must be James's son," Sybil said critically, looking him from top to bottom. "They look far to similar for him not to be."

"Not necessarily," Remo (from the present) corrected. "Remember, glamour charms? But anyway, I need you three to take care of him until the end of the summer."

"But I have to be back at the end of the week!" Harry cried. "At the latest!" Remo smiled at him.

"Don't worry, time passes differently between time zones. When I come back for you it will be Friday in our time, don't worry," Remo assured him. Harry was still troubled.

"You shouldn't have told them who I was, it might change a lot of things in our time," he told her angrily. She just smiled merrily at him.

"Don't worry," she said. "I want you to tell them about our time."

"What?" Harry gasped.

"You see, it is critical," Remo continued. She pointed toward the younger copy of herself. "I should know, I experienced it."

"What's going on?" Severus asked coolly. "Years clearly don't change you much."

"Nor you," she replied sweetly. "But to answer you nosy little question, I simply need you three to introduce him to the Dungeon Dwellers and keep him safe and with you at all times over the summer. Then I'll be back to get him, not that hard." The three perked up immediately at hearing he was to meet the Dungeon Dwellers.

"Will do captain!" Severus said with a mock salute. Remo scowled at him and vanished.

"So," Harry said tentatively upon her departure. "Who are the Dungeon Dwellers?" The three exchanged wicked smiles and there were three Pops! Where Sybil has stood was now hovering a bat, where Remo had been was a hawk with a small star shaped spot on her right wing, and where Severus had been was a small dragon.

"Wicked!" Harry breathed. Three more pops resounded and they were humans again.

"We are the Dungeon Dwellers," Remo said with a sweeping bow.

"Shriek," Sybil introduced herself.

"Wingstar," Remo said next.

"Deviongue," Severus said finally. "Welcome to our time!"

Wingstar: Perhaps not as good as we intended it to be.

Shriek: Nor as long.

Deviongue: Will you be making a prediction as to the next chapter, Shriek?

Wingstar: I'm the one who's got real abilites.

Shriek: Hey, I've got two awesome prophecies to my name, what do you mean that you're the one with real talent!

Wingstar: It's not that hard to understand.

Deviongue: We don't have time to argue, we're supposed to tell people about the next chapter.

Shriek/Wingstar: Sorry.

Wingstar: Harry's first day in our time (if anyone can tell us the year, we'll greatly appreciate it! It's supposed the year that the Marauders graduated from Hogwarts, as did we, but not the point)

Shriek: He meets the Marauders

Deviongue: And Dumbledore

Wingstar: And I give him a sample of what I'm doing for graduation.

Dungeon Dwellers: All Next Chapter! Please Review!