Disclaimer: I own the bits you don't recognize.

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: I've still only got one review please people write some (said on bent knees), please.

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"Harry, Harry wake up we're here," Sirius said gently shaking Harry.

Harry looked up groggily at Sirius wondering why he was in his bedroom and why he was sleeping standing up. A cold breeze suddenly rushed past Harry blowing his hair in all directions, what the, wondered Harry feeling even more confused. Then with startling clarity all the events that had happened during the past night started to come back to him, the dream, his parents, and the ride on the motorcycle.

"Wow," Harry breathed looking down at the motorcycle appreciation flooding his eyes.

"It is beautiful isn't it," said Sirius noticing what Harry was looking at and giving it an affectionate stroke.

"It's the only way to fly," Sirius sighed happily.

Eventually Harry tore his eyes away from the motorcycle and looked at the landscape around him. The sun was just starting to rise on the horizon into a clear blue sky, casting light steadily over the ground around them. Harry looked around at where he was taking in the soft green grass below them surrounded by trees it looked like they were in a clearing of some sort in the middle of a very deep wood.

"Come on Harry, this way," Sirius said pulling him gently towards a small grey stone building.

It looked very old, there were tills missing from the roof and weeds surrounded the door. At one time Harry supposed that this was probably a very pretty old house however now it needed a lot of repairs done to it. Sirius pulled out a very long, rusty key and inserted it into the keyhole in a big wooden door which Harry doubted would actually open, he started looking around for windows they could climb in through. To his surprise though the door suddenly flew backward crashing against the wall with a loud bang, he jumped back in surprise listening to Sirius' soft laughter as he entered the house beckoning Harry to follow him. If the fact that the door opened surprised Harry the state of the inside of the house actually left him speechless. The outside of the building looked like it could only hold about two rooms but the corridor Harry was in now seemed endless. There were doors leading off in all directions painted in all colours there were red ones, blue ones, green one, multicoloured ones, stripped ones, spotted ones the list was endless. There wasn't any wallpaper on the walls because all the walls were taken up by doors, the floor however was carpeted in a soft blue material which gave the words occupied or enter in bright red or green letters outside the countless doors. Sirius led Harry down the corridor for at least half an hour pausing fractionally in front of certain doors then turning away and carrying on walking. Harry was starting to get tired by this time and wondering where he was going Sirius wouldn't answer any of his questions about where they were going or why and Harry was starting to get slightly annoyed.

"We're here," Sirius said stopping suddenly in front of a bright gold door causing Harry to crash into the back of him and fall hard onto the floor.

"Harry what you doing down there?" Sirius asked.

Harry glared up at him as he was helped to his feet noticing the faint traces of laughter on his face. He felt himself being pushed gently through (and I mean literally like at platform 9 ¾) the door.

"Sirius what's…" asked Harry turning around to talk to him but he was stopped in mid sentence by a loud cough.

He turned back around at the room, which was huge. Bright white lights hung from the ceiling illuminating the windowless room. Clocks which didn't look like any clocks Harry had ever seen before hung from the walls, they had what looked like a year in the middle of them and various dates, times and important events scattered around the edge of them. Harry looked interestedly at one that had the year 1977 on it The 5th of March was flashing bright red and the event by the side of it had completely disappeared. He wondered what this was all about and went to have a closer look he was stopped however by someone placing a restraining hand on his shoulder and pushing him gently down into a soft, red leather armchair. He looked up around then at the people in the room with him, for the first time actually noticing them; they were all sitting on identical red, leather chairs smiling at him, Remus Lupin, Albus Dumbledore, Sirius Black and a woman Harry didn't recognise. Dumbledore cleared his throat loudly in order to gain Harry's attention. Harry turned back towards him focusing all his attention on him wondering what he was going to say and why they were all here. His confusion must have shown through his face as Dumbledore slowly rose from his chair and opened his mouth to start to speak.