Disclaimer: I, thehappydementor, sadly will never own Remus Lupin or Sirius Black the two heart throbs of Hogwarts. I will, however, borrow them and many other characters, from the wonderful JKR for my own purposes. I will state here and now that I do not, in fact, own them.

Bellatrix looked at the boy; he was pale with a mop of messy raven hair and emerald green eyes.

Lily

"Bellatrix Black" she said as she gave him a look that clearly stated she wanted to be elsewhere. Harry couldn't help but feel the same way.

She opened her hand and placed it in front of him. Harry turned his head downwards to gaze at her hand, as if in a trance.

Bellatrix raised her eyebrows and took a glance to Lily, whose hand was over her mouth as she giggled enthusiastically.

Snapping out of his daze he took her hand and shook it quietly.

"Well... it is nice to meet you Harry" Bella stated a small half smile/smirk crept over her features as she stood up off the bed and began walking over to the door.

Harry noticed that she was wiping her hand on her robes.

She was about to open the door when she turned around and walked purposefully over to Harry.

Taking her original seat she gestured to Lily to take his other side.

"So...where do you live? What's your full name? Do you like Hogwarts so far? How do feel about being sorted into our house?"

"What do you think of the Marauders?" this last question caught Harry off guard and he turned his attention towards Lily.

"The Marauders?" he said trying his hardest to feign ignorance and innocence.

"Yes!" Lily spat venomously, Harry figured he had made a mistake by asking that particular question, because he noticed Bella had stood up and was waving her hands dramatically and miming a cutting motion across her neck.

Turning back to Lily he saw she was now in a rage filled rant about the four troublemaking boys.

Realising his mistake he shrugged regrettably at Bellatrix and she sat down on the end of the bed and placed her shaking head in her hands.

Harry was not really listening to Lily, years of practice of hearing Hermione rant about house elves and Ron, but he caught a few words like 'arrogant jerk' and 'troublemaking sidekick'.

That was when he realised something he hadn't thought of since he came to this time and felt awful for it.

Ron and Hermione.

His best friends who have been through everything with him.

They didn't know where he was; neither did the Dumbledore from his time.

Harry had been so caught up in what was happening he did not realise his best friends were probably extremely worried about him.

The girls must have realised something was wrong because Lily stopped her rant and both their attention was now focused on solely Harry, though, understandably, he did not want it.

"Are you alright?" Lily asked, Harry looked up at her, his green emerald orbs mirroring her own.

Harry caught himself momentarily and his face became expressionless.

"Yes...I'm fine" he answered automatically, his voice taking on a rather pre recorded toneless nature, in which he had used at the Dursleys quite often to get him through the long summer days.

Lily took on a sceptical look that Harry often saw on Hermione, but she abandoned her question all the same.

Checking the time with her wand, Bellatrix stood and grabbed Lily by the arm.

"Well" she said briskly, dropping Lily's arm and brushing her robes down as she spoke "I was nice to meet you" her tone was clipped, practiced.

Taking Lily by the arm again she pulled her out of the boys' dormitories.

He could hear their footsteps receding down the staircase and, taking that as a sign that they were completely gone, he leaned back on 'his' bed and sighed.

"That was awkward" he murmured to himself "I can't believe that was her!" he whispered frantically his eyes flicking back and foreword from his hand to the door in which they had exited from. The hand that had took hers.

Grimacing he walked briskly towards the bathroom and, grabbing some soap, he began to scrub at it frantically, as if trying to rid himself of the illusory 'dirt'.

He had just met Sirius's murderer, the Longbottoms torturer, face to face. Harry stopped dead when he realised what he was doing.

He was analysing her from her future mistakes.

Here, in this time, she is not Bellatrix Lestrange, renowned death eater, Lord Voldemort's Lackey, but Bellatrix Black, sixth year, Slytherin and youngest daughter of the infamous 'Black Sisters'.

Harry abandoned the scrubbing brush and headed back over to his large 'new' four poster bed.

It was beautifully decorated with large dark green drapes that hung around the edge of the divan.

Plush silken black Pillows adorned the head and a Luscious Dark green duvet covered the seemingly cream cotton bed sheets that lay beneath it.

Harry smiled half heartedly, while removing his glasses and placing them on the intricately patterned chestnut brown nightstand.

If only Ron could see him now.

A/N: that's it guys. I hope you liked it! I am sorry it took so long.

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