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Summary: Someone is messing with the timeline, why are they doing it and what has it got to do with Harry's parents?

Authors note: Thanks so much to Fighty-chan who is my first and only reviewer (looks very sad and upset). Thanks for your review and I'm glad you liked it here's my next chapter I hope you enjoy it and please, please review it once you've read it people I'm begging you.

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What was that Harry wondered as he quickly scanned up and down the dark street. Figures and shadows loomed from the paths and gardens but there was no movement. Harry lent further out of the window to see if he could see into the darkness any easier. He looked back around the room for anything he could use to light up the dark street below a little better pausing only fractionally on his wand. He knew he could use this but he wasn't supposed to because he wasn't legally old enough to use magic outside of Hogwarts, he'd already been told that if he ever used magic away from Hogwarts he risked being expelled. Harry shrugged quickly and carried on searching the room for anything else he could use to light up the street instead of his wand.

"Found it," he whispered as he eventually found an old torch on his desk underneath some pieces of parchment.

He quickly went back over to the window and started using the torchlight to scan sections of the street. As his torch illuminated Number 12 Privet Drive he found what it was he'd been looking for. A big, black, shaggy dog sat staring intently up at Harry's window.

"Sirius," Harry whispered shock mixing with happiness.

Why was Sirius here? Was something wrong? Harry wondered. Excitement and happiness were also spreading through him he'd missed Sirius, his godfather, he hadn't seen him through all of the long summer holidays, he'd had letters off him of course but that wasn't the same. Harry rushed silently through the now quiet house needing to see and talk to Sirius, Sirius would tell him not to worry about the dream, that it was nothing and that everything was fine.

"Sirius," Harry called as he crept out into the cold and gloomy night air.

He looked around anxiously for any sign of Sirius but he couldn't see anything, the drive of number 12 was empty. Harry started to wonder whether his mind was playing tricks on him and that Sirius hadn't actually been there, that he had just felt so lonely that he'd imagined him there.

"Harry over here," he heard a voice suddenly say to his left.

Harry walked towards the voice even though he couldn't see a sign of anyone being there. Where had that voice come from he wondered.

"Harry up here," Harry looked up quickly into the star less night sky and there looking down at him was Sirius sitting on a big black motorcycle.

A big grin spread across Harry's face as Sirius gently started to move the motorcycle towards the ground where Harry was stood. Harry looked at his godfather noticing the haunted look was gone from his eyes and that he looked stronger both physically and mentally than he had the last time he'd seen him. Then he'd been all skin and bone with dirty, matted, black hair and a haunted look in his eyes. His hair had been cut and looked clean and healthy and his clothes were no longer ragged but smartly casual.

"Like it?" Sirius asked him motioning to the bike as it landed with a slight bump on the tarmac.

Harry gave a short appreciative whistle and nodded his head. He then turned his attention back to the motorcycle looking appreciatively at the size of it and it's sleek lines.

"Come on then Harry get on I need to talk to you but not here, it's important".

Harry dragged his attention reluctantly away from the motorcycle and climbed onto the back of it, excitement pumped through Harry as he wondered what it would be like to ride on. It wasn't long before he found out as with a roar the motorcycle hurtled into the night sky. Wind rushed around Harry as they rose higher and higher, a familiar sensation started pulsating through him as adrenaline started flowing through his veins. Harry decided there and then that this was his second favourite way to fly.