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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: Hi sorry it's taken a little longer than usual to update this I am really sorry. Anyway here's the next chapter I hope you enjoy. Oh I nearly forgot I'm up to 12 reviews yey I'm so happy I wonder if I could get up to 20 hmm. Anyway please read the story now and remember to review afterwards, thanks. Oh yeah this chapter is dedicated to my 12 reviewers (Yey 12). Anyway on with the story…

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"Who took the photograph Sirius?" Harry shouted as they spiralled down a seemingly endless black corridor.

"Photograph? What you on about Harry?" Sirius shouted back as they started to whiz faster and faster down towards Sirius' next and final memory.

"Sirius you know what photograph the one someone took of you and dad after the water bombs hit you".

"Someone took a photo?" Sirius yelled as the noise around them got loader.

At that exact moment however their conversation was cut off as they fell with a crash onto a cold, slimy floor. Harry looked around him interestedly, all thoughts of the photograph flying out of his head. The room they were in was the grottiest he'd ever seen. There were old abandoned tables and chairs stacked against the walls, which seemed to be covered in oozing slime, water trickled down the walls forming puddles on the floor around their feet.

"Where are we Sirius?" Harry whispered "I've never been here before".

Sirius looked around him questioningly with a puzzled expression on his face, which Harry had never seen before.

"I don't know Harry," Sirius replied scanning the room quickly again, "we aren't meant to be here my third memory of your parents takes place in the Great Hall. It looks like an old potion lab but why would we be here".

Sirius was cut off at that exact moment though as they heard and felt a cold wind rushing round the deserted lab. A look of panic suddenly flashed across Sirius' face and he yanked Harry underneath a table in the far corner.

"Sirius what's going on? Why are we hiding? No one can see us, can they?" Harry asked questioningly pulling at Sirius' cloak, trying to get his attention.

Sirius however ignored him and just carried on staring up at a space high above their heads. Suddenly out of nowhere a small, black hole started to open which grew bigger and bigger as they continued to stare at it. Harry's mouth dropped open in surprise as a pair of legs started to fall through the hole above shortly followed by the rest of the body. Harry squinted into the darkness trying to work out who it was but he could only see the outline of a small, thin man standing there peering around him. I wonder who he is thought Harry. He turned round to Sirius to ask him if he knew but the look on his face warned him not to make any sound so Harry decided to look again at what the little man was doing.

The little man walked over to the opposite corner of the lab and picked something up. Harry watched amazed as he placed it on a table in the middle of the room and muttered a quick spell, which sounded to Harry like "accidentious voidious". He then disappeared with a slight pop in a flash of green light.

Harry turned to Sirius amazed at what he'd just seen who looked just as dumb founded as he did. Sirius slowly looked away from Harry and at the table in the centre of the room, Harry sensing what Sirius was going to do got up and followed him.

"Shit," muttered Sirius quietly under his breath as he stared down at the table "We have to get back to Dumbledoor now," he said turning to look at Harry.

"Why? What's the problem?" Harry asked quietly as he moved to stand nearer to the table so he could see what was on it, all it contained was a big, black cauldron.

Harry looked at it confused what was Sirius so worried about, he wondered. What could be so important about a cauldron? Harry didn't get time to ask anymore questions though as with a quick wave of his wand they were hurtling through the ceiling above them. The last thing Harry saw as the room started spinning were two names inscribed on the side of the cauldron, Lily and James.