A boy sat alone in the dark attic of number twelve, Grimmauld Place. Everyone else was downstairs, merrily eating dinner, not a care in the world besides O.W.L. results and what classes they'd be taking when they returned to Hogwarts. But none of things mattered to this boy, who sat perched on top of an old box with his head in his hands. A jagged scar was embedded in the skin of his forehead.

Harry Potter couldn't bring himself to look around. Everything he touched belonged to him. There were too many memories in this place that Harry couldn't bring himself to face.

He ran his hand alone the chest he was sitting on. Feeling obligated to have looked at something, Harry slid off and kneeled in front of the intensely carved wooden chest. It was black and gold with the Black Family Crest engraved on the top. Harry fingered the lock. He glanced at the key-chain on the floor beside him. With a lump in his throat, he carefully fitted several keys to the lock. The fifth one finally caught, and Harry opened the chest.

Dust flew out, and Harry coughed loudly, his throat burning. He looked away, trying to get the dust from his lungs. When he turned back, he found that he was looking at a chest filled entirely with papers. Confused, Harry picked up the one on top.

James, it read,
I found this with my old school things. I don't know how I got a hold of it. All of it goes to you. Maybe one day Harry will have it as well.

Sirius

Harry's throat closed up again and he fought back tears. Sirius… Harry opened the pouch and found himself staring at a strange, hourglass-type-thing. It looked vaguely familiar. Harry squinted, as though it would help him come up with the answer. There was a golden sphere in the middle of it.

Behind him, the door opened. Hermione and Ron stepped cautiously into the room.

"Um, hey, mate," Ron said, his voice scratchy from the dust. Harry didn't acknowledge that he'd heard him. He heard his friends come up behind him. Ron whistled at whatever it was that Harry was holding. Harry stood up and fingered it. The sphere turned. Harry spun it again and again. He started to feel a falling sensation, and he grabbed a hold of Hermione, who fell onto Ron. Hermione gasped.

"Harry, that's a—" and then they whirled away into darkness.

Suddenly, Harry, Ron, and Hermione found themselves standing in a very different sort of place. No longer were they standing in the dreary attic of number 12, Grimmauld Place, but instead they were standing on a very familiar lawn in front of a very familiar castle. Hermione groaned.

"Now you've done it!" she said angrily, gritting her teeth together. "Do you even know when we are?" Harry shrugged. He didn't care anymore. He could be face-to-face with Voldemort at the height of his powers and he wouldn't care. Hermione let out something of a shriek of impatience. "Look, Harry," she said as gently as she could in her current state, "I know your still upset about Sirius, and maybe you don't care about being stuck somewhere in time, but I certainly do, and I know Ron does. So kick into gear and help us out here!" Harry looked at her for a moment, and then something clicked in his brain. He shook his head.

"Right." He said. Ron and Hermione smiled in relief. "Okay, so we know we're at Hogwarts. But the question is, when are we?" Ron rolled his eyes.

"We know that, mate. The problem is how we figure it out."

"Yeah, and knowing how to get back would be nice, too." Harry said with a laugh.

"Well," Hermione said haughtily, "I find that normally when one is stuck in a position they can't get out of, they find Dumbledore. And since we're at Hogwarts anyway…" Ron nodded sagely.

"Yes," he said, "and I find that Hermione is a know-it-all with too much free time on her hands. However," he added, seeing the look on her face, "She's right in this case, so let's go." They dashed off towards the school. And Harry felt, for the first time since Sirius's death, like he was just a normal kid.

When they reached the doorway to Dumbledore's quarters, they began saying all the candies they possibly could.

"Frizzing Whizbees…"

"Chocolate Frogs…"

"Bernie Botts Every Flavor Beans…"

"Lemon Drops…" Harry and Ron stared in disgust at Hermione.

"Lemon Drops?" they asked incredulously. "You've got to be joking! You think that's candy?" Hermione sniffed and turned away. Harry turned to grin at Ron when suddenly the door started to open. Hermione smiled sweetly.

"Lemon Drops." She said, unable to keep the smugness out of her voice. She stepped daintily onto the steps and made her way up. Ron and Harry stared after her for a moment, and then followed. Ron was grumbling to himself about the password, but Harry was just happy to be back at Hogwarts.

They stepped nervously inside. A much-younger looking Dumbledore was sitting at his desk writing diligently. He looked up when they came in.

"Ah, Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, Miss…" he trailed off. Hermione blushed.

"Granger, sir." She said. Dumbledore wrinkled his brow and she went on hurriedly, "We're sorry to bother you, sir, but you see…Harry here inherited a Time-Turner from his godfather, and he accidentally set it off when we were all touching, and somehow we all ended up here." Dumbledore raised his eyebrows.

"Harry?" he asked. "My God, you are almost a clone of James Potter!" Harry blushed in looked away.

"He's my dad," he said softly. "I've got my mum's eyes." Dumbledore let out a crinkled smile. He nodded and turned to Ron who said quickly, "Ronald Weasley, sir. Arthur Weasley's son." Another smile escaped the old headmaster. A moment passed, and then Hermione got sick of it.

"Headmaster, I'm sorry to be rude, but we have no idea when we are or how to get back." The headmaster looked up.

"Well," he said, "James Potter and Arthur Weasley are both sixth years." Harry, Ron, and Hermione all stared at one another.

"This," said Hermione, "is wild." Dumbledore laughed.

"What to do with you three?" he asked. They looked at him expectantly. "Very well. You can stay. What houses?"

"Gryffindor." They answered at once. He smiled again. Then he grew serious.

"Do you know the rules of the Time-Turner?" he asked. Hermione, Ron, and Harry nodded eagerly. "Good. You may go, Mr. Platoon, Mr. Winters, and Miss Granger." He winked at them and then went back to writing. The three turned and went back to the lower hall.

"Well," Harry said, "I think it best if we go get settled, don't you?" Ron nodded.

"Come on, Mr. Platoon, Mr. Winters," Hermione said with a laugh. "We still need the password."

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