Title: Time Warp: Year One
Author: Laen
Chapter: (4) In on the Secret
Summary: Hermione goes back home for Christmas, and Harry feels he needs to be able to talk to someone about his situation... who's better to talk to then his own best friend Ron? He also makes a trip to Azkaban, and spends the night at the Dursleys.
Disclaimer: All characters below belong to Joanne K. Rowling; the idea of Harry going back in time came from Back to the Future.
Author's Note: I hope you guys like this chapter... and please, REVIEW!
Here's the story:
As Harry wondered by the restricted section of the library, Madam Pince the librarian walked by.
"What are you looking for, boy?" she asked as Harry froze in his steps, and quickly thought of an excuse.
"Are there any books in the library about my parents?" he asked at last.
"What?" The librarian was now speechless.
"My parents—are there any books about them? I heard from Hermione there's loads of books about me—what about my parents?"
"Why are you looking for books about your parents?" Madam Pince asked curiously.
"It's nearly Christmas—and... well, Christmas is a time of family—but the only family I have are the Dursleys—and I can't go back for the break and well..." Harry never had to finish his sentence, he got his point to the librarian loud and clear.
"Of course—there are a few. Sit down over there and I'll bring them to you in a bit." She said kindly, as if scared Harry would burst into tears thinking about his dead parents.
Harry did as he was told, and a few minutes later, Madam Pince arrived at the table with over half a dozen of books.
"That's all we've got in the library. Have fun reading." She said before she turned around and left.
Harry looked through the title of the books, and one in particular caught his eye.
'101 Steps to becoming an Animagus'by James Potter and Sirius Black.
"Wow... my dad published a book?" he whispered in shock as he flipped through the book. The book was over two hundred pages long, and even had a category of different animals or magical creatures one could become.
"What's that?" a voice asked behind him, and Harry turned around to see Ron and Hermione standing there.
"A book my dad wrote with his best friend, Sirius Black." Harry said as he showed them the cover.
The color on Ron and Hermione's face immediately paled, and Harry swore silently inside his head for being so stupid.
"Harry—you do know who Sirius Black is?" Hermione asked in barely a whisper.
"Yea. My dad's best friend and my god-father."
"No Harry—I mean—" Before Hermione had a chance to explain, Ron cut in.
"Sirius Black is your god-father?" he shouted in shock.
Heads all around the library turned to see the commotion, and many sixth and seventh year students paled at the name Sirius Black.
"Thanks Ron, tell all of Hogwarts will ya." Harry said sarcastically as he went back to reading the book.
"Harry—Sirius Black was your parent's Secret Keeper!" Hermione muttered as Harry sighed and placed the book onto the table.
"No he wasn't. Everyone thought he was. But he wasn't."
Silence lingered in the air as Harry shut his eyes, and a look of pain appeared onto his face.
"I wish I could get him out of there—out of Azkaban... but Dumbledore—he won't even listen to me—damn him." Harry mumbled as Hermione gasped.
"Harry! How can you talk about Dumbledore like that?" she asked as Harry groaned.
"I'm going back to the common room, good luck trying to find Flamel." Harry said as he picked up the books Madam Pince gave him, and headed over to the front counter to take them all out.
"You want to borrow all off these books?" The librarian asked in shock as Harry nodded.
"Christmas reading." He smiled sadly as Madam Pince nodded, and checked them all out for him.
After placing a shrinking charm on the books, and stuffing them into his bag, Harry left the library. A few minutes later, he was shocked to find himself standing at the entrance to the Room of Requirements.
"What the—" he mumbled, but began to walk back and forth the corridor, until the door appeared.
Harry entered it, and gasped at the sight inside.
The room was huge, in one corner, was a king sized bed, and in another corner, was a bookshelf.
Closing the door behind him, Harry placed his bag onto the ground, and walked towards the bookshelf. When he read through the cover titles of the books on the shelf, a large grin appeared onto his face.
They were all about his parents—and his background.
There's supposed to be stars here right now, but the Quick Edit thingy is screwed up and won't let me use it!
"What do you think is wrong with Harry?" Ron asked as he watched his best friend leave the library at a rather quick pace.
"I don't know—he's been quite silent towards us lately. Have you noticed how he knows everything about our lessons before hand—and always seems to get his homework done weeks ahead of time?" Hermione question as Ron snorted.
"Hermione, why do you always analyze things?"
"I just do, it's the way I do things." Hermione replied in confusion, not knowing why Ron asked her that.
"Same with Harry, it's his way of living. Don't question it. By the way—I've been meaning to ask you this for ages—do you like Harry?"
Hermione, for the first time in her life, was speechless.
"Well?" Ron asked as Hermione shook out of her thoughts.
"Why do you want to know?" she answered his question with a question of her own.
"Cause if I'm not right, Harry kissed you the night we saved you from the troll." Ron said with a sly grin on his face.
"That was a friendly kiss Ron! And it was on my forehead! If you weren't so blind, you would've noticed!" Hermione stated as Ron's grin widened.
"Friendly indeed. Remind me to ask him about it later on." Ron muttered as he ducked and ran for his life.
Hermione was now throwing books at him.
There's supposed to be stars here right now, but the Quick Edit thingy is screwed up and won't let me use it!
Harry yawned as he fell back onto the bed in the Room of Requirements. He had spent the last few hours reading, and it was nearly dinner time.
"I wonder if all this stuff will still be here when I come back." He mumbled as he looked around at his surroundings.
As he headed towards the door, he picked up his bag, and stuffed a few more books about his parents into it.
In the last few hours, Harry had learned that his parents had not only left him the galleons in the Gringotts Wizarding bank, but a house and a number of other things.
Not only that, Harry was now beginning to learn how to become an animagus. Within the book his dad and Sirius had written, were more then just instructions and information. There was even a little handwritten note the two Marauders left in there for the reader at the front.
To Whom It May Concern:
We can only hope that you achieve your goal of becoming an animagus, you must understand, that not every witch or wizard has the ability of changing into an anime. And if you do, indeed, have the gift, you should be proud of yourself. Without further ado, we present to you, 101 Steps to becoming an Animagus.
Prongs and Moony
A smile appeared onto Harry's face when he read it; he knew he would achieve his goal soon, if he had spent enough time on it. Although he was only eleven years old on the outside, he was sixteen years old on the inside.
Old enough to start learning about breaking laws that can land you in Azkaban.
There's supposed to be stars here right now, but the Quick Edit thingy is screwed up and won't let me use it!
Once the holidays had started, Harry spent nearly all of his time in the room of requirements, and Ron was getting quite suspicious about where he was going.
He had owled Remus Lupin earlier on, stating that he wished to make a trip down the Azkaban on Christmas, and asked if he could accompany him. The werewolf agreed immediately, and made arrangements with Dumbledore.
The headmaster agreed, after Harry begged him into letting him leave.
It was during the afternoon the day before Christmas, when Harry heard the door to the Room of Requirements open, and someone stepping in.
"Who's there?" he said as he twirled around and pointed his wand at the intruder.
It was Ron.
"Watch where you point that thing Harry." Ron muttered as he closed the door and looked around.
"What is this place?" he asked as Harry lowered his wand slowly.
"How'd you know where I was?"
"Why didn't you ever tell me about this?"
"Did you follow me?"
"No, Fred and George told me where you were. I've no idea how they found out though."
'The Marauder's map!' Harry thought to himself as he nodded slightly.
"So, what is this place?" Ron repeated as he looked through the pile of books Harry was reading.
"The Room of Requirements." Harry explained as Ron sat down at the table across from him.
"Whacha reading?" Ron asked as Harry showed him the book.
'Occlumency and Legilimency' by: Lily Potter
"Weren't you reading '101 Steps to becoming an Animagus' a while back?" Ron asked as Harry nodded.
"Read about one fourth of the book, but decided to put it aside, if I'm planning to become animagus, I should probably wait until Hermione comes back from Christmas holidays, it'd probably be safer, and she's probably read something about this in the library somewhere." Harry said as Ron nodded.
"You want to become animagus?" Ron asked as Harry nodded.
"Care to join me on the road to success?" Harry joked as the red head laughed slightly.
"Sure, why not—wow! Marauder's Prank Book, First Edition! Fred and George have told me loads about the Marauders! They're famous pranksters!" Ron said as he picked up one of the books Harry borrowed from the library.
"Remind me to see Dumbledore and Madam Pince about that book later, I'm going to see if I can buy it from the school—my dad was a Marauder you know." Harry said as Ron's jaw fell.
"You're not joking!"
"Nope." Harry grinned; he managed to take Ron's mind off asking any questions for a few hours, for the red head flipped through the book reading about the number of pranks the Marauders pulled at Hogwarts.
Finally, a few hours before dinner...
"Harry—I've been meaning to ask you—do you like Hermione?"
Harry fell out of his chair from shock.
"What?" he asked as he looked up at his friend.
"Do you like Hermione?" Ron repeated as Harry got to his feet slowly.
"Um... as a friend?" Harry made a poor attempt to lie, and Ron saw right through it was he sat down onto the chair again.
"I see—you kissed her that night you know—on the forehead—Hallowe'en. She said it was just a friendly kiss, but I need to hear it from you to know for sure." Ron said with a grin on his face.
"Um... well... I..." Harry was beginning to turn red.
"I don't know really—I can't exactly tell you can I..."
"Why not? I'm your best friend!" Ron cut in angrily as Harry began to blabber.
"Not—that's not the reason—but you see—you wouldn't understands and—"
"And why do you believe that Sirius Black is good? Why did you insult Dumbledore that day in the library? Do you know that Percy's been asking loads of questions about you? He's suspicious of you Harry!"
"I know that!" Harry said in annoyance.
"Care to explain to me why Percy's suddenly taken such an interest in you?" Ron asked as Harry sighed slightly.
"I can't—"
"There's a difference between can't and won't." Ron muttered as Harry sighed again.
"I—I—Dumbledore'll kill me if I tell you." Harry mumbled under his breath as he shut his eyes and sighed again.
"What? Why? Why can't you tell me?" Ron asked as Harry snapped his finger.
A house elf suddenly appeared into the room.
"Excuse me—do you think you can get me a couple bottles of butterbeer?" he asked as he handed the elf some Wizarding coins.
"Of course sir, Colly is most willing to sir. How much would you like sir?" Colly asked as Ron stared at him in shock.
"As much as those can buy." Harry said as he made a jester to the coins.
"But sir, Hogwarts has a special storage for students; it's supposed to be free. We house elves don't accept money from students sir." Colly said as he placed the coins back onto the table and took a few steps away from Harry and Ron.
"Where is you to be wanting the drink sir?" Colly asked.
"On the table over there would be okay." Harry said as he pointed towards an empty corner.
"What are you talking about Harry, there's no table—"
Before Ron could even finish his sentence, a table appeared in the corner. Colly snapped his finger, and around what seemed like a dozen bottles of butterbeer appeared upon it.
"Thanks Colly." Harry said as the house elf bowed, then disappeared.
"Wow—how'd you do that?" Ron asked.
"I was getting a bit hungry a while back, and was wondering if it was possible to summon house elves and ask them for some food—it was after curfew and I wasn't in the mood to get myself caught and placed in detention by Filch." Harry explained as he walked over, grabbed a bottle of butterbeer, opened it, and took a gulp.
"So one of those house elves popped up?" Ron asked as Harry nodded.
"Want one?" he asked as the red head nodded, got up and grabbed one for himself.
"Not bad." Ron muttered as he continued to drink the delicious drink.
"Anyways—like I was saying—why can't you tell me what's going on? How did you find this place? Why is Percy so suspicious of you?" Ron continued to question as Harry sighed.
"I—I—I'll tell you—under one circumstance..."
"Whatever it is, I agree!" Ron said hastily.
"You won't try to change anything—and you won't tell anyone about this."
"That's two!" Ron pointed out, but Harry avoided him.
"Agree or not?"
"Fine!" Ron said as he rolled his eyes slightly.
"Okay—I'm from the future." Harry said at last.
"What?" Ron had a shocked, yet confused expression on his face now.
"I'm from the future." Harry repeated.
"You're joking right?"
"No."
"Oh."
That was the last thing Ron said before he fell back in a dead faint.
"I doubt that was a good idea." Harry mumbled as a bed appeared in another corner, and Harry helped lift his friend over to it.
There's supposed to be stars here right now, but the Quick Edit thingy is screwed up and won't let me use it!
"Ron! Ron! Wake up!" Harry said as he made another attempt to wake his friend up, but the red head continued to snore.
Ron had woken up earlier shortly after dinner started, but fell asleep seconds afterwards, before Harry even had a chance to explain anything.
The 'eleven' year old boy was forced to ask Colly to bring some dinner up to the room of requirements when he realized he couldn't just leave Ron there by himself in the room, since he didn't know if the room would change or something.
"Wake up or I'll eat all the food!" Harry shouted as Ron suddenly sprung alive.
"No! Not the food! I'm a growing boy!" Ron said as he got up from the bed and ran over to the table piled with food.
"Wow—those house elves are great cooks." Ron mumbled as he took a bite of the chicken wing he held in his hand.
"Hey Ron... do ya remember what we were talking about before you fainted?"
"Yea, you said you were from the future. You're joking right?"
"Nope." Harry said with a sigh as he sat down onto the seat across from Ron and helped himself to some dinner.
"I see... is this why you know everything?"
Harry nodded.
"Oh... can you tutor me?"
"Sure, why not. I've got too much time on my hands anyways. Want to know about the future?" Harry asked as Ron nodded slightly.
"You seem so calm about this... how come?" Ron questioned as Harry shrugged.
"I went a bit mad after Dumbledore told me I wasn't allowed to go back to the Dursleys for Christmas... but after reading a few books my parents wrote, I guess it calmed me down. There were a lot of comments my dad and his friends scribbled in there." Harry explained as he took a sip of eggnog.
"So, what happens in the future? You don't have to tell me anything too... well, you don't have to tell me anything that can change the future too bad. Just a bit of detail. Like if I live past the first year of Potions class." Ron said as Harry laughed.
"You live past it. Don't worry. As a matter of fact, you become quite famous throughout the year. Hermione's also famous after a few years. The Daily Prophet was always talking about us." Harry grinned.
"Really? What did I do?" Ron questioned curiously.
"Hm... if I tell you, promise me you won't change what happens next year? Since it's supposed to happen anyways?" Harry asked as Ron nodded.
"We drove your dad's flying car into the Whomping Willow on our first day to school during our second year." Harry laughed as a look of shock appeared onto Ron's face.
"Dad actually managed to get that muggle piece of junk to fly?" he asked in disbelief as Harry nodded.
"As a matter of fact, you and the Weasley twins saved me from my aunt in uncle during the summer. I don't know if this summer's going to end up being too bad though. But knowing the future... um... well, you never know." Harry said as he rolled his eyes.
"This isn't a joke is it?"
"Do you still need to check? Fine um... don't tell Hermione this when she gets back, she's supposed to find out about it—Fluffy's guarding the Philosopher's Stone. It's a magical rock thingy that can turn things into gold and give you immortality. And no, Snape's not after it. If any, he's trying to protect it." Harry said as Ron's mouth fell open.
"You sure about this?"
"Wait a few months, Hermione will end up finding it in a book she took out for some 'light reading' sooner or later. Then we'll go gallivanting off to save the day again. Of course, Gryffindor'll end up losing the Quidditch cup this year due to the fact that I'm stuck in the hospital wing—oh yeah; start practicing your chess skills. You'll need them when we're down in the third corridor trying to get to the stone."
Ron seemed to be in shock.
"As Hermione would say, close your mouth or you'll catch flies." Harry mumbled as Ron closed his mouth immediately.
"Harry...?"
"Yeah?"
"Were we really good friends in the future?"
"The best. I always found a way to see you and Hermione during the summer. And you guys were there after I found out—after... after someone really close to us died." Harry ended the sentence with a whisper.
"Was it... accidental?"
"No. He was murdered. But I'll do everything in my power to prevent it from happening this time." Harry stated as he sighed.
"Well, talk about a mood spoiler. Let's finish eating, and then I'll start teaching you some new curses, spells, and hexes. We won't exactly have a really good defence against the dark arts teacher next year."
"What? But Quirrell isn't retiring!"
"Quirrell's evil. He works for Voldemort—"
At that moment, Ron flinched, and a look of fear appeared onto his face.
"Fear of the name, leads to fear of the person. If you can't say the name Voldemort, say Tom."
"Tom. Why Tom?"
"Because that's his real name. His muggle name anyways. He was a half blood."
"You're not kidding!"
"Nope, but anyways, let's finish eating."
There's supposed to be stars here right now, but the Quick Edit thingy is screwed up and won't let me use it!
On Christmas Eve, Harry went to bed thinking about how fortunate he was that he had the chance to relive his life. He knew for a fact tomorrow was going to be a long day, due to the fact he was planning a little visit for a friend...
When he woke up the next day, the first thing Harry saw was a small pile of packages at the foot of his bed.
"Happy Christmas," said Ron sleepily as Harry scrambled out of his bed and pulled on his dressing-gown.
"You too," said Harry as he opened the first present on top of the pile. It was wrapped in thick brown paper and scrawled across it was To Harry, from Hagrid. Inside was a roughly-cut wooden flute. Harry blew it—it sounded a bit like an owl.
The second parcel was a box the size of a basketball. When Harry opened it, he saw an MP3 CD player inside it.
To Harry,
Got some letter from your headmaster saying you couldn't come back? It's too bad, but all the same, Happy Christmas, I got the box of sweets you went me. Those cards are wicked! And the flavoured beans are... interesting. Dad finally got rid of his tail, after we left you at King's Cross. Anyways, write back soon, and if possible, try to visit.
Love,
Your Cousin,
Dudley Dursley
"Wow." Harry whispered as he looked at the MP3 CD player and the pile of CDs there.
"What's that?" Ron asked curiously.
"Muggle thing." Harry explained as Ron nodded.
Dudley hadn't only sent him the MP3 CD player, a few CDs, but also a package of re-chargeable batteries.
Harry grinned as he opened the next package.
It was an emerald green thick, hand-knitted Weasley jumper. And a large box of home-made fudge.
"And if you owl your mum anytime soon, thank her for me." Harry said as he pulled the sweater over himself.
His next present also contained sweets—a large box of Chocolate Frogs from Hermione.
The last one left was the invisibility cloak.
"I've been waiting for a while to get this." Harry said happily as he opened the package.
"What is it?" Ron questioned as Harry finished unwrapping the present.
"An invisibility cloak, it belonged to my dad." Harry said as he pulled the cloak over himself and disappeared into nothingness.
Before anything could happen, the Weasley twins popped into the room.
"Merry Christmas! Hey Ron, where' Harry?"
Before Ron had a chance to answer, Harry pulled the cloak off himself, and made a face at the twins. The two red heads screamed in shock as they fell to the ground.
Ron and Harry burst out laughing, and didn't even notice when Percy stuck his head through the door, looking disapproving.
"What's all this noise?"
"P for prefect! Get it on, Percy, come on, we're all wearing ours, even Harry got one." Fred said as he seized Percy's jumper and tried to force it over his head.
"I'll see you tomorrow, sometime in the afternoon. I'm going to be out of the castle all of today, visiting a friend." Harry explained as he changed into something warmer.
A pair of dark jeans that looked quite similar to the ones Harry had wore the night they snuck out of the common room and bumped into Fluffy, a blue t-shirt, and the Weasley jumper.
"Where are you going?" Ron asked as Harry placed a large, black cloak over himself and stuffed a small box into it.
"To visit two friends I haven't seen for a while." Harry replied as he picked up his wand, and stuff it into his belt.
He picked up a sports bag that laid on top of his trunk, placed the present Dudley had given him into it, and left to go to the kitchens. Harry managed to find Colly, and stuffed a few packages of food into his sports bag.
When he arrived at the gates of Hogwarts, he saw a very familiar future professor standing there waiting for him.
"Moony!" Harry said happily as he approached the werewolf who looked quite scared.
"Hello Harry." He whispered as he held his hand out to shake Harry's.
"Hey. It's been a while since I last saw you." Harry grinned as the expression on Remus' face brightened.
"You remember me from when you were a baby Harry?" he asked as Harry's grin widened.
"In a way."
"Are you sure you want to go to Azkaban to visit Sirius Black?" Remus asked as Harry nodded his head.
"Absolutely."
There's supposed to be stars here right now, but the Quick Edit thingy is screwed up and won't let me use it!
The prison was dark, cold, and clammy. Shivers crawled up Harry's back as he entered it, and he saw that dementors surrounded the area.
"Where's he located at?" Harry asked as he and Remus followed the guard further into the Azkaban prison.
The guard didn't reply, and continued to lead them further. After what seemed like an eternity of coldness, they arrived outside the jail cell of Sirius Black.
"Sirius?" Harry whispered as he approached the dark area. A man laid there, not making a move.
"Padfoot?" Harry spoke once more in barely a whisper, he looked around the surroundings his god-father had to live in, and suddenly, tears escaped from his eyes.
"Dear God... what have I done?" Harry gasped as he fell to his knees, tears streaming down his face.
"Harry—Harry get up. Harry!" Remus said as he tried to get Harry back onto his feet.
"James?" a raspy voice asked from inside the cell.
"Open the gate." Harry instructed as the guard looked over at Remus.
The werewolf nodded, and he did so, letting Harry into the cell.
"Are you okay?" Harry asked as his god-father crawled away from him, and sat by the corner of the room.
"This place is a mess." Remus whispered as he looked around.
"Flovento!" Harry shouted as he waved his wand around.
The room suddenly became clean, and the foul smell of rats disappeared, leaving normal breathing air behind.
"Harry—do you know what you're doing?" Remus questioned as Harry nodded.
He got onto one knee, so he was squatting now, and opened his sports bag to pull out the packages of food he got from Hogwarts.
"Eat it while it's warm. I got the house elves to place a charm on it." Harry said as he held a plate full of chicken to the man.
Sirius immediately grabbed it, and began devouring it hungrily.
"Merry Christmas Sirius." Harry whispered as he continued to pull out the packages of food.
The man continued to eat at a fast rate, as if his life depended on it. It was when all the food was gone, did he speak.
"Why did you bring it? Why are you here?"
The voice sounded so sad, so emotionless.
"Because. You're family." Harry replied as he pulled his wand out again.
"Exchango!" Immediately, the clothes that Sirius wore changed into clean robes.
"How did you—"
"I brought it with me; it was in the sports bag." Harry explained as the man nodded.
"Charvarto!" Harry said as Sirius' face received a completely make over.
He no longer had long hair, and his beard was gone. The wild look he had earlier was now replaced with a look of tiredness upon a handsome man.
"Why? Didn't they tell you? That I—that I killed your parents? Sent them to their death?" Sirius asked as Harry nodded.
"They did. But you weren't the one who killed them. Peter was." Harry spat the last two words out of his mouth.
Remus gasped as Sirius looked up at him in shock.
"How did you—"
"Good things come to those who wait Sirius. Keep waiting. You'll get out of here soon enough. I promise you that." Harry said as he approached his god-father, and gave him a huge hug.
"I'm sorry kid... that I couldn't give you the best I could... that you had to be sent off to muggles." Sirius was now sobbing.
"It's okay. It's really okay." Harry said as he pulled away from his god-father.
"You're innocent. Remember that. Whatever you do, don't go crazy. Don't think happy thoughts. Whenever the dementors walk by, just keep thinking 'I'm innocent', 'I'm innocent'. Or—" Harry paused as he leaned forward to his god-father's ear.
"Think of horrible things. Imagine what it would've been like to see my parents when Voldemort attacked. Dementors can only defeat you because they have the ability to suck away all your happiness. If you think of something bad, horrible, they'll be scared. They won't be able to do anything to you." Harry whispered as the 'convict' nodded.
"It'll work. Trust me." Harry said as a sudden wave of coldness caused him to gasp.
"They're coming." The guard said as he pulled his wand out.
"I hate it when they come." He said as Harry nodded and walked out of the cell to face the dementors.
"EXPECTO PATRONUM!" Harry shouted as he thought of Sirius and him together in the future. As a family.
Immediately, a beam of light appeared out of his wand, and Harry watched as a large dog appeared.
"Padfoot." Remus whispered as Harry stared in shock.
'It was supposed to be Prongs.'
But it wasn't. The large dog chased the dementors away immediately, and the coldness disappeared from the area.
"Harry—how did you know that spell?" Remus asked as Harry smiled slightly.
"I just did." Harry replied as he looked over at Sirius.
"I'm sorry, but I can't stay any longer. Apparently, the visiting hours in Azkaban are short. I'll come back soon. I promise. Five times a year. Christmas," Harry was now beginning to tick of his fingers, "Easter, beginning of summer, my birthday, and end of summer."
A look of pure happiness was now on Sirius' face.
"I'll try to find a way to see if I can bottle up a Patronum charm. Maybe then life would be easier here." Harry said as he entered the cell to give his god-father one last hug.
"Merry Christmas Padfoot. I'll see you at Easter." Harry said as he waved his wand, and the left over plates and bowls from the food disappeared.
He picked up his sports bag, and pulled another package out of it.
"It's extra robes. In case you ever need it." Harry explained as he handed the package to Sirius, who took it with shaking hands.
"Thank you." He whispered as Harry grinned.
"No, thank you. You're the one reason I'm looking forward to the future. Because in the future, you'll be out of here. And we'll be together as a family. Like it's supposed to be. After all, you're my god-father." Harry stated as tears streamed down the man's face.
"Good bye Sirius." Harry whispered as he held his hand out to shake his.
Sirius grasped it and shook it with ease, before pulling him into another hug.
"Good bye, Harry."
There's supposed to be stars here right now, but the Quick Edit thingy is screwed up and won't let me use it!
"Why'd you do that? Why did you give him all that food, tell them all that stuff? Give him the clothes?" Remus asked on the underground muggle train as he and Harry both sat down at a seat.
"He's my god-father. He's family. I'd do the same for you." Harry explained as Remus looked away.
"No you won't, if you knew what I am." He whispered.
"Being a werewolf isn't a big deal." Harry replied under his breath as he took something out of his pocket, and handed it to Remus.
It was a small box.
"Drink the potion inside it before the full moon. Before you transform. It'll help you control it. Don't tell anyone about this. It's not supposed to be discovered until the summer before my third year. Professor Snape's supposed to figure it out." Harry stated as he handed it to Lupin.
"What is it?"
"Nothing poison, trust me on that. There's only thirty doses in there. You'll have to get some from Snape when you run out. Don't tell anyone about this. Not even Dumbledore. My life depends on it." Harry whispered as Remus nodded.
"I trust you Harry. I really do. But not tell Dumbledore?"
"He'll get mad at me. He really will. Oh yeah... here's my stop, I'm staying at my cousins for a night. Explain that to Dumbledore for me when you see him. Just say that I insisted and if you wouldn't let me go, I'd stun you." Harry said as he got to his feet.
"What? Harry, where are you going?" Remus asked as the train stopped.
"I'm staying with my aunt and uncle today. It's Christmas! Explain to Dumbledore I'll be back tomorrow, and if he planned to have a teacher pick me up personally, not to send Snape. Or it'll be dangerous. Have fun. I'll see you around Moony. Bye." Harry said as he stepped out off the train, and the doors closed.
Harry waved good-bye to his future defence against the dark arts teacher, and then turned around to walk back to number four Privet drive.
There's supposed to be stars here right now, but the Quick Edit thingy is screwed up and won't let me use it!
DING DONG!
"Who could that be?" Dudley groaned as he walked out of the living room, over to the front door and wrenched it open.
"We don't want to buy any cookies!" Dudley managed to shout before he realized who stood there.
"Harry?"
"Never thought you'd be one to say you didn't want cookies, Dud." Harry grinned as he entered the house.
"I thought—I thought you said you couldn't come back!" Dudley said as Harry shook his head.
"There's always a way. Christmas is time for family, and even if Dumbledore doesn't like it, I'm spending it here with you guys." Harry said as he placed his sports bag by the stairs, and walked into the living room.
The room was decorated with tinsel and Christmas coloured streamers, it looked quite lively. By the corner of the room, next to the fireplace, was a large Christmas tree. Under the tree were piles of presents all for Dudley.
"Harry? Thought your headmaster said you weren't going to come back." Aunt Petunia's voice whispered as Harry looked over at his aunt and uncle and smiled at him.
"Made special arrangements to I could come see you guys. But I've got to go back to school tomorrow." Harry explained as he sat down at the couch.
"I assume you've received my presents that I've sent?" Harry asked as they all nodded.
"That chocolate thing was good. And those sugar quills came in handy when I was working." Uncle Vernon muttered as Harry nodded.
He had taken the liberty of sending an owl down to the sweets store down in Hogsmeade, and ordering some things to send to the Dursleys for Christmas, so they could understand what Wizarding candy tasted like.
"That cooking book you sent me—not bad." Aunt Petunia said as Harry's smile widened.
"Glad you liked it." Harry said happily.
"Did you like your present?" Dudley asked as Harry nodded.
"I was listening to it on my way to Azkaban in the morning, and on my way back. The '98 degrees' CD is good." Harry stated as Dudley smirked.
"One of my favourite bands."
"I see. It's on my favourite's list now too." Harry decided as aunt Petunia left to go make some tea.
For the rest of the afternoon, Harry and the Dursleys decided to talk about how his school year had been so far.
When Harry explained to them the troll incident, they were all shocked by the fact that the school was so dangerous.
"Blinded it did you?" Uncle Vernon asked as Harry nodded.
"That's my nephew. Good going." He said as Harry smiled slightly.
'Was that a compliment?' Harry thought to himself as they continued on with the conversation.
After Harry mentioned the Quidditch game, they Dursleys were all eager to see a game.
"Did someone really try to knock you off your broom?" Dudley asked as Harry nodded.
"Good thing I summoned my broom back before I hit the ground. It would've hurt." Harry explained as he laughed heartedly.
"The next game we're having would be the one against Hufflepuff. I could probably make arrangements with Dumbledore for you guys to pay a visit to Hogwarts." Harry suggested as a look of happiness appeared onto Dudley's face.
"Dad! Mum! Can we?" he asked eagerly as aunt Petunia and uncle Vernon looked at each other for a moment.
"Sure. I'd like to see how well you can fly Harry." Uncle Vernon smiled as Harry smiled back.
'This is weird, he's not calling me boy anymore... guessed Dudley told them a thing or two while I was gone.' Harry thought as he realized it was time for dinner.
Uncle Vernon took them out to a fancy restaurant, and they all had to wear suits and dresses. Dudley had offered to lend Harry one of his, but Harry simply waved his wand around and transformer his Weasley jumper and jeans into a tuxedo.
"It wears off after six hours." Harry explained when the Dursleys asked.
After the dinner, Harry and the Dursley returned to the house all laughing and smiling. And for the last few hours of the Christmas day, they all played exploding snap, and Wizarding chess.
There's supposed to be stars here right now, but the Quick Edit thingy is screwed up and won't let me use it!
At first, Dumbledore thought Remus was joking when he told him what had happened at Azkaban, but by the time Remus had got to the part where Harry walked off at the train station to go to his cousin's, he was absolutely steaming.
Lupin of course, had left out the part about Harry giving him the potion.
"And you just let him go?" he asked angrily.
"Well—yes... Professor, he doesn't seem like a normal eleven year old to me. He seems far more mature. More like he's seventeen or sixteen. A student that's getting ready to graduate Hogwarts. The spells and charms he had used on Sirius were N.E.W.T.'s material!" Remus stated as Dumbledore sighed.
"Remus, you must understand, Voldemort may not be dead. If we leave Harry out of our sight for one moment—"
"But haven't you been listening to me headmaster? Harry can perform the Patronum charm!" Lupin claimed as Dumbledore frowned.
"Figures. Like father like son. What's next, going around letting the criminals of Azkaban loose?" Snape's voice whispered from behind Remus.
"Severus." Lupin said, acknowledging the potions master.
"Professor, I do believe we should send someone down there to bring Potter back. And I think I'm the best teacher here at Hogwarts to do so. Professor McGonagall has to deal with her students, and the Slytherins are able to control their behaviour while I'm not here."
"Harry also added that if you send Severus..."
"Harry this... Harry that... is that all you talk about?" Snape cut in sarcastically, but Remus continued.
"Harry added that if you send Severus, thing might get dangerous. I don't know what he meant by that, but I'm sure he'd hex Snape or something."
"I'd like to see him try." Snape growled angrily as Remus smirked.
"Well Remus, I must thank you for taking young Harry to Azkaban today to visit Mr. Black. It's nearly time for the dinner feast—do you wish to join us?" Dumbledore asked as Remus smiled.
"Of course Headmaster, it's been way too long since I was last at Hogwarts."
There's supposed to be stars here right now, but the Quick Edit thingy is screwed up and won't let me use it!
"Hey Harry, when are your friends going to come pick you up to go back to Hogwarts?" Dudley asked as he sat down at the table to eat breakfast.
"I've no idea, to tell the truth." Harry said as he stuffed a piece of bacon into his mouth and chewed it slowly.
"Which teacher will it be?" Aunt Petunia asked as she handed Dudley a plate full of toast.
"I think it'll be Snape. Even if I warned Remus to tell Dumbledore not to send him, that git will still manage to talk his way into it. Do ignore his threats though. He can't do anything to you. Anything permanently anyways, I know all the counter curses." Harry stated as the Dursley all nodded.
The next few minutes of breakfast was silent, until Harry suddenly suggest a snowball fight after lunch.
The Dursley agreed immediately, and Dudley stated that he and his dad were working together against Harry, since Harry was allowed to use magic. Aunt Petunia stated that she would just watch from inside and make the hot chocolate.
Harry quickly placed an illusion charm around the whole of the backyard, so only witches and wizards could see what was going on. Then, using his wand, he quickly created two large forts and a pile of snowballs for each side.
"You can choose which one to use first!" Harry said with a smile.
Dudley chose the one to the left, near the green house, and Harry walked over to the right.
"THREE! TWO! ONE! ATTACK!" Dudley shouted as he and his father began to pelt snowballs at Harry's fort.
"Ouch! That one hit my head Dudley!" Harry stated as he shot a few snowballs over at his cousin and uncle with his wand magic.
Dudley laughed happily, and Harry chuckled as he placed his wand away into his cloak. He might as well have a proper snowball fight if he intended on having one at all.
Whoosh! Smash! Crash!
CRACK!
The two teenagers and adults were having so much fun during the snowball fight, they didn't even notice when a certain slimy haired git apparated in the middle of their snowball fight.
"Let's see if you can handle this!" Dudley shouted as he got to his feet and threw a large snowball towards Harry's direction.
Fear appeared in his eyes as he watched the snow smash upon the potions master's head.
"Uh oh... um... Harry..." Dudley's voice was now shaky.
"Oh no you don't, not distractions!" Harry stated as he jumped up and threw snowball after snowball towards the direction of Dudley.
"POTTER!"
Harry froze in his actions, the snowball he held over his head, ready to fly, fell downwards and landed upon his head, but Harry didn't really notice.
"Dear god. Accio camera!" Harry shouted immediately as a camera came zooming out of the house.
Harry took a few pictures of Professor Snape standing there, then began to laugh out loud.
"Professor, maybe you should've given us a bit of a warning before you came." Harry smiled but his happiness disappeared when he saw the look of anger in Snape's eyes.
"You—Potter—Inside! Now!"
Harry gulped slightly and did as he was told, but he walked towards the house with his back turned away from Snape.
"What do you think you're doing?"
"How do I know you're not a death eater that's here to kill me? How do I know you're even the real Professor Snape?" Harry asked as he raised his wand.
"Ask me a question only I would know."
"What do you think of my father?"
"Worse people in the world, I regret meeting him, deserved to die if you ask me." Snape said as Harry lowered his wand slowly.
"I'll get you for that later." He muttered as he entered the house.
"Who's he?" Dudley managed to whisper across to Harry before they sat down in the living room.
"Professor Severus Snape. Head of Slytherin house. One of the last people you'd want to come across on his bad day." Harry replied as he gulped.
"It's going to be a long day." Harry mumbled as he watched the Potions Master enter the room with a look that could kill.
"Yup. Long day."
REVIEW REPLIES!
Ksai-If Harry did destroy Voldemort on the first day of school, there would be no excitement for the next god knows how many years. There would be no point of a sequel or AU, meaning boring things. And to you, this fanfic might be a shitty thing, but to other readers, it's considered good. And personally, that's all that matters to me. Other people who do intend on throwing flames at me at least give me reasons why, and 'because it's a bad mixture' isn't really a good enough excuse. But thanks for the review anyways. At least I know what not to do now; and for your information, it's not a bad mixture, you don't even know the whole story, so don't jump to conclusions.
Myrddin Ambrosius-Your wish is my command—although it's only for one day though. Dumbledore'll ruin everything... again...
Ranchan17-That's at the top of my 'to write' list, but then I'm thinking ahead and I'm wondering how Voldemort would treat Snape if he heard from one of the Slytherins that their Potions Master's been friends with Potter.
Beriorgan-Oops, my bad, I was half awake when I wrote that part, it was at two in the morning... you see, it takes around sixseven hours to write one chapter, and I usually don't stop after I start. Which is why I haven't gotten around to updating lately, not enough time. I'll go back and change that one of these days... I donno when, but one of these days I will
Spooofiee-Thxs for the encouragement, as you can see in this chapter, I don't really use anything out of the actual book except the Mirror of Erised and the invisibility cloak.
Schnuff-Ron thinks it's just a crush... Hermione's too embarrassed to admit to it, and Harry can't exactly go straight up to her face and tell her he's in love with her. He has to control his feelings and wait for at least two or three more years. Poor guy, lol and Don't worry, I intend on continuing.Shdurrani-Thanks for the review! I'm glad you're enjoying the fanfic so far. I hope this chapter wasn't too disappointing, when I wrote the first ¼ of the chapter, I had a major headache and wasn't exactly thinking right. So hope it's not that bad... if it is, please tell me, then I'll know what to change.Nicoletta-My thoughts exactly... since Dumbledore won't even bother to listen to Harry when he tries to explain something about the future, Harry's only choice is to take the situation into his own hands.Yokiyen-Visit with Dudley coming up, but I must say, the relationship between Harry and his aunt and uncle won't be getting any better for the next few years... him and Dudley on the other hand, will get along fine. So no worryTanydwr-He'll hold him back. I won't write down anything too cruel though... might turn the character dark. But I've got to say, Dumbledore was stupid for not telling Harry about the prophecy earlier... now he's got to deal with Harry at the age of um... 'eleven'.Silvercrystal77-It is a bit tedious, but it gives me a chance to re-read the book, and get some detail I skipped out on inside my head. I must say, this review shocked me a bit. Your roommate wouldn't go to class? Hm... word of advice, (Well, more like statement of advice) make sure you're free for the next little while before you start reading. I hate it when I have to stop reading during the middle of a chapter just because I've got to go to class too... so I tell myself that quite a lot lately Jabba1-Thanks, I'll try my best, but don't hesitate to tell me if I get too corny. It'll give me the chance of improving my writing.swordmaster mage-Yup, RON! As you have read in this chapter, the red head Weasley has finally made his move, and began asking questions.Harriet Jamina Potter-Doesn't want to risk the chance of the future changing, but it's going to be changing like crazy since Harry knows what's going to happen in the next few years.Darak-No, he can't, but he doesn't want to know too much about the future, might not be good.gallandro-83-He's preparing alright... mentally, physically, and emotionally. And for the fourth year, the tasks will all be the same, Dumbledore will even go to the extent of asking Harry what the tasks were to make his job easier lolTopQuark-Trust me when I say this, you're not the only one wondering about that. But if Harry lets Sirius out early, then Peter might end up getting caught, or escaping earlier, causing Voldemort's raise to either be postponed or moved up a few years, and destiny must take its course one way or another. I know it's a bit confusing, even I don't get it sometimes.TatraMegami-Percy will take a big part in the second year of Time Warp. I'm not gonna tell you what, but when the chapter comes out, you'll understand by what I mean when I say a big part in the second year.Rini Sayian-jin-Escapes for one day, just like you suggested.Thanks to: Muggle, BurningIce22, fanficfreak35, Tanya J Potter, Sam, Delphine Pryde, KitsuneFireMaster, Nightwing 509, kyra barton, and PrincessSkywalkerOrgana for reviewing!
A/N: Sorry if your name's not on the list, barely had time to check if anyone review again. This chapter's a bit shorter then usual, but I'll add more next chapter. But anyways, PLEASE REVIEW!