LOL, I'm having so much fun writing this story. Keep reviewing!Sorry this is a short chapter, I'm taking state tests, but Chapter Four will be longer, I promise.

Time will tell.

These words slipped in and out of Harry's troubled dreams. Nearly every night that week, Harry woke up early, his sheets soaked in sweat.

What did Dumbledore mean? Would Harry ever get back to his own time?

Early Saturday morning, the day after he talked to James alone in the common room, Harry woke up in a cold sweat again. It was then he decided to make the most of the time he had here. His parents were dead in his time, so this was his opportunity to finally get to know them, something he had wished to do as long as he could remember.

Harry slid out of his bed, his bare feet touching the cold hardwood floor, which sent a shiver through his body. He didn't hear any slow breathing, as you usually hear when somebody is sleeping. Harry was confused by this, but forgot about in the second he noticed his feet were freezing.

He slipped on his slippers, looking at the grandfather clock next to the door. 5:00 A.M.

Harry decided just to get up then, instead of trying to go back to sleep. He quietly tiptoed out of the dormitory, careful to shut the door as quietly as he could. Quietly, he trotted down to the common room and curled up in an armchair, opening up Quidditch Through the Ages and turning to chapter three. He read for just over half an hour before hearing the portrait hole open up.

Startled, Harry looked up from his book and found himself face to face with sick looking Remus, who looked shocked.

"Wh-what are you doing down here?" asked a quivering Remus.

Harry gulped. Last night had been a full moon, and Remus had gone to the hospital wing. But he had to act like he didn't know anything about it.

After a awkward pause, he responded, "I had trouble sleeping. Thought I'd get some reading done." He nodded at the book in his hand.

Suddenly, the other three came in. They must've been out there as Animagusses. Harry flushed a deep red, not sure of what to say.

The four Marauders glared at him, their looks accusing. Harry cowered slightly under their gaze. Sirius turned to James, not bothering trying to keep Harry from hearing what he was saying.

"Probably got curious at why we weren't in bed and tried to do a bit of detective work, mate," he said, rather coldly.

Harry's temper flared, and he rose out of the armchair.

"I didn't notice you were out of bed, and if I had, I wouldn't've cared," he growled. He sat himself back down. "Of course, if you were sneaking around the school, I'm sure you wouldn't mind telling me," he said, a smirk on his face.

Sirius and James just stared at him, while Remus and Peter looked uncomfortable.

Harry saw they weren't going to say anything, which confirmed that his knowledge was true. With a slightly troubled sigh, he leaned back in his chair, and looked at Remus. "Whatever secrets you have, they're safe with me. Why were you guys out tonight?"

Remus became angry.

"I think you have suspicions," he said, with a scowl. "Would you mind sharing them?"

Harry didn't want to. He really didn't. This wasn't going as he thought it would. But he should answer Remus's question.

"I think you're a werewolf."