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Author's Note: Chapter One edited! Whoosh! Hope you like this version with what I hope are the correct years in them!

Harry groaned as a pain in his head throbbed. He looked around and could tell that his glasses were off because of the slurred vision. Even without glasses he could tell there were four figures standing around him. 'Ron and Hermione are two of them.' he thought. 'But who can the others be?'

"Ah, he's coming around! Eh, Padfoot why don't you go and get the witch that runs the trolley.... maybe she could help him," said one of the figures. That voice sounded familiar. Harry knew he had heard it before. Why was Sirius with Harry? 'Sirius is dead.... this is just an awful joke,' thought Harry.

"Sirius, what are you doing here?! Sirius, it's good to see you. I thought you were dead..." Harry exclaimed not believing it.

There was a silence. No one seemed to be moving even. "Ya, err, righto then Prongs, I think that blow to the head was a bit much, I'm going to go get the witch with the trolley." A door opened and shut and everyone turned his or her attention back to Harry.

Harry remembered where he had heard that voice before now. It was Lupin.

"Professor Lupin. I hope there's a good reason why you didn't tell me Sirius was back!" Harry almost shouted at the figure that looked like it had sandy blonde hair.

"Professor?!" Harry saw the figure sway back and forth.

"Sorry, I know you hate being called that. It's a hard habit to break though," Harry was silent a moment trying to think of the best way to ask about Sirius. Out of all the ways he could come up with (some were quite colorful, mind you) shouting at him always seemed to come up. So that's exactly what he did. "Why did you lie to me? Sirius has been fine for all this time and you didn't even consider telling me! What were you thinking?" Harry yelled. The figures in the compartment shifted uncomfortably.

"What? James you're acting really weird. I bet that blow to the head was nasty," Remus said feeling Harry's forehead for a temperature.

"WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL ME?!" Harry roared. This was some weird disgusting joke they were playing wasn't it! It had gone too far. No one should talk about his father.

"J-J-James," he stammered back moving farther away from Harry.

"THAT'S NOT FUNNY MOONY! I THOUGHT YOU OF ALL PEOPLE WOULD KNOW WHEN TO END A JOKE...ESPECIALLY ABOUT MY DAD!"

"Your-your-your d-d-dad?" A figure stammered visibly shaking.

"What do you mean? Hand me my glasses. I want to see who's in on this." Harry said holding out a hand. Someone slipped him his glasses and the world came into sharp focus. In front of him stood three figures: one looked like a younger Remus Lupin, another looked similar to what Harry figured was someone who was related to the Weasley's, she had long red hair, and the most familiar green eyes, the other was someone who looked a lot like Peter Petigrew. Harry's mouth dropped open as he gazed and took it all in.

The compartment door opened and Sirius walked in. No doubt it was Sirius. He had the same long black hair as the real Sirius and had a smile like no other. No other person could do the 'Sirius Smile'.

That's all he remembered before Harry fainted realizing he had gone back in time.

James snapped open his eyes. Around him he could see two people, both of whom he didn't recognize. One had slightly bushy brown hair that fell down almost to her elbows. Her eyes matched the color of her hair and James could tell that she was worried about something the way her eyes darted all over searching for something. The other person had flaming red hair and his wand out pointing it at James. He had an expression of not worry but confusion.

James tried to sit up but when he did he had a sudden head rush. 'Duh, James! You just fell and hit your head!' he thought. He moaned and lay back down.

"You shouldn't move. You'll hurt yourself more," said the girl.

"Where am I?" James blurted.

"Great.... just great.... he doesn't know where he is. This confirms it, Hermione. No scar, brown eyes, and not a clue where or who he is," said the red-haired one lowering his wand.

"No, I have plenty of scars. There's one on my knee if you really want to see. And what's wrong with brown eyes?" James asked defensively.

"Nothing," said the Hermione girl standing up. The red-haired one grunted.

"And yes, I do know who I am. I'm James Potter!"

The two gasped and sunk into seats the plush blue seats that James could quickly recognize as seats on the Hogwart's Express.

The compartment door slid open and a blonde haired boy came in with two giant bodyguards quickly behind. The blonde looked like he had just stepped in a pile of dung and the body guards looked just as unpleasant.

"Talking about you dead dad, Potter," the blonde, sneered. The bodyguards grunted and smiled stupidly obviously not having a clue what was going on.

"No, so why don't you just leave, Mal...Erm...Draco." Hermione stood up her eyes narrowed dangerously.

"How dare you call me by my first name, you mudblood filth!" He replied his eyes narrowing into dangerous slits daring her to make a move.

"That's it Mal---" Hermione jabbed the red-haired hard in the ribs and nodded her head towards James. "Oh, right, erm, Draco."

"Sticking up for your girlfriend, Weasel?" asked one of the bodyguards, stepping closer to Hermione. James stood up. Pain ran throughout his body but he stepped in front of Hermione. Even though he liked Lily, he wasn't about to let someone get beat up. And as weird as it seemed he felt a need to protect these people. He needed answers and he figured the only way to get it was to gain their respect.

"Aw, Potter wants the mudblood. How cu---" Draco stopped mid-sentence. He realized that Harry was indeed not Harry. No green eyes, no scar... Draco took a few steps back and waved dangerously. After a moment of threatening to fall down he fainted. The bodyguards ran out the compartment and ran down the hall screaming, like lost children. The simple thing that many people would have noticed they failed too and they thought that Harry had somehow put voodoo on Malfoy.

"Thanks for that," Hermione said a tint of red rising on her cheeks. The red-haired boy shot daggers at James. Hermione took out her wand and levitated the blonde boy out into the hall and closed the compartment door.

"No problem, but if you don't mind, could you move aside...I want to go talk to my friends." James said to Hermione who still stood in front of the door.

Hermione coughed. "Friends?" she wheezed.

"Ya. Remus, Peter, Sirius, and Lily." James said dryly.

Hermione coughed even harder. "Oh my God," She said after taking a huge breath.

"Hey, err, James, what year is it?" The red-haired one asked. 'What kind of fool doesn't know what year it is?' thought James.

"1971. Why?"

Hermione coughed once more and fainted. The red-haired one sank into a chair, rather pale and sweaty looking.

"Err...well.... you see.... it's not 1971. It's 1996. You traveled through time, James."

James fainted.

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