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Harry's POV

I woke up slightly groggy; going to sleep in the afternoon does that to you. I was disoriented, and was trying to regain my senses. I got off the bed and was startled, the world got bigger, for some unknown reason. Was someone playing a joke on me or something?

A few minutes passed as I tried to figure out where the heck I was, till the day finally came to me. OOOh yes that's right, I'm thirteen, I'm short, scrawny, and underage……greaaatttt. I thought sarcastically. What was strange was I still had all the scars from seventeen-year-old self, almost eighteen. I felt oddly relaxed, rested for once. I hadn't slept peacefully since Remus died, and barely slept at all since Hermione died. Stupid, stupid, get those thoughts out of your head.

I kept up bringing this stuff at the worst times, they're alive now, and just keep saying that to yourself and maybe you'll believe this isn't all a dream. I sat on my bed, how come I, out of all people, get the best friends in the world, the most affectionate, protective guardians, and the most intelligent, powerful mentors in the universe, and they all seem to die on me when I needed them most. I always wondered if this was life taunting me.

No matter how much I tried to get the depressing thoughts out of my head, it was difficult, after over two years of thinking of the same thing over and over, having no one to go to, was difficult. After Sirius fell through the veil, I closed up, it took Remus hours of prying to get one thing out of me, it took Hermione locking me up in a room for ten hours to get me to breakdown, and open up a little.

I wondered if maybe being thirteen, it was harder to suppress emotions, harder to hide them. It's probably why I've broken down so much. I remembered when I was thirteen; I guess I did have a hard time controlling my emotions. By the time I was sixteen, I habitually had a stoic exterior, except when I was really, angry, or if someone died.

I sat on my bed, giving up trying to get the thoughts out of my head. It was dark outside, it must be late, I didn't see a clock around. Being thirteen made me feel so much more alone and afraid. I know it sounded childish, but I don't know how to handle my emotions anymore. Even though I woke up rested, I felt exhausted from my thoughts, I felt overwhelmed and strained. I clenched my fists trying to overcome this, but it was to no avail. I was to tired to fight the emotions, I just let them wash over me like tide from the ocean, I let the quiet tears fall as I drifted off into a weary sleep.

/Vision/

It was white again, and I felt like my older self, I guess this is a vision or something. The old, extremely old, guy appeared. I gave him a half-hearted smile. He smile warmly at me, and ushered me to sit on a couch that suddenly solidified out of nowhere. I sat down, discreetly inching as far from him as possible. What? The guy creeps me out, he's waaay to old, and with my experience, the older you are the more slightly off-balanced you get.

"Hello, Mr. Potter, how are you doing as your thirteen-year-old-self?" he said, with a strange smile, that I couldn't tell if it was sincere or a smirk through all his wrinkles. I really hope he can't read my mind, because he'd be in for a surprise, by my less-than-polite comments.

"Bloody annoying, I tell you!" I sneered, sounding like Ron for a second. He looked confused, but I wasn't tricked, he knew exactly what I was talking about.

"What ever do you mean?" he said with a hint of amusement. I glared at him,

"Being thirteen, I can't handle any of my emotions, why couldn't I just be bloody seventeen!" I said, with a hint of frustration.

"Oh I was going to leave you your age, and make you a teacher at Hogwarts, but Dumbledore had splendid Idea. He said that you should be thirteen, so you could go through a healing process, at thirteen you were very carefree, and not until your fourth year did you start hiding your emotions. So being thirteen, you'll be able to heal from all the pain you went through in the war. Smart, young, lad that Dumbledore is." The old man chuckled. I almost laughed at him calling Dumbledore young, but then I was slightly angry that they made me thirteen, with my old thirteen-year-old's emotional endurance.

"You listened to Dumbledore! Don't you know he's crazy, I mean he has an addiction to lemon drops, who is their right mind is addicted to lemon drops! You should have stuck with you plan!" I said, angrily, getting no reaction from him, I gradually felt a bit put out.

"Actually, I quite liked it…" he said, amusement dancing in his eyes. I snorted and crossed my arms. We stared at each other for a bit, sensing an ending he clapped his hands.

"Well now that that's settled, I think it'd be a good time for a farewell, and you can go back to you're real dreams." He said, waving his hands and I started to fade away.

I was surprised, but really not at all that excited about getting to my dreams, with one last wave I popped into my dreams.

Sirius POV

After watching Harry sleep soundly for a while I went to go and get some rest. I was a bit emotionally drained, and thought it be good to get some sleep. I woke a few hours later to the smell of a food. I dragged myself out of bed and walked slowly downstairs, Remus was setting down food on the table.

"What time s'it?" I asked, trying to shake the sleepiness off, to bleary eyed to read any clock correctly.

"It's seven." He said shortly, trying to pick up something hot.

"At night?" I asked, slightly surprised, that I slept the whole afternoon; Remus just looked at me and raised his eyebrow.

"Yes, last time I checked." He said dryly. I sighed, and plopped heavily on a chair.

"How's Harry?" Remus asked, all joking aside. I looked at him, like I didn't know what he was saying, and suddenly just woke up.

"Oh yes Harry, he seems overwhelmed I guess, I wonder if he wants to eat anything." I said getting up, suddenly wide-awake, Remus nodded, taking out plates. I walked upstairs, and enter his room slowly, light flowing a little in the room.

He was still asleep; I guess he was really tired. I walked up to him, there were a few stray tears running down his face. I sighed and wiped the away; I straightened the blankets and looked at him. He'll have to open sometime; I just wish he didn't think he had to cry when no one was looking. I caressed him slightly, and ran my hand through his hair. His face relaxed some-what. I always had a habit of feeling comforted watching him in his sleep, no one saw me, but I always watched him in his sleep when he was in Grimauld's place.

I closed the door quietly, and walked down stairs. Remus looked up from his plate.

"Did Harry want any food?" he asked, I just sat down.

"No, he was still asleep." I said, picking at my food a bit.

"He should really eat, he's far too skinny," Remus said, I snorted.

"Well he is thirteen, and wasn't he that skinny at thirteen." I said, trying to look through my thoughts to see if I remembered.

"Yeah, I guess, but you know Harry's eating habits, especially when the war started, he barely ate at all; I had to practically breathe down his neck to get him to eat something." Remus said; I nodded understandingly.

"Don't worry Moony, He can eat in the morning, he just looked so tired today, I didn't have the heart to wake him." I said, eating my food, Remus just shrugged. He always did that when he was deep in thought.

Remus POV

I looked at Sirius, who remained in a contemplative state, as I am doing the same. It seemed Harry was the forefront of our thoughts, when is he not. He was always, very…err…interesting, always had something for other people to pull their hair out in worry.

It was wonder why we weren't bald yet, plus now I guess Dumbledore did predict correctly, Harry opened up more, more than I could ever get out of him, he was always so closed up. I sat there recollect Harry's innumerable times of trying my patience, as I tried to get him to open up, to give me an iota of what he was thinking, To give me something other than "Fine" for the question "How are you feeling?"

He seemed very out of it today, probably exhausted, seeing how he's slept the day away. He'll probably have more energy in the morning, Ron and Hermione were getting impatient, and they'd probably lift his spirits. I always like watching Harry smile as he quietly spectated, Hermione and Ron's antics.

I stood up to get the place presentable for Ron and Hermione, The Weasleys and the Grangers thought that Ron and Hermione were on an exchange student summer program. They both were going to see the newest exchange student and spend a week with him. Harry was the exchange student. Dumbledore arranged this, sometimes I wondered if Dumbledore was a Slytherin, he could be so sneaky, and make up the best lies.

After I finished seeing if there were rooms ready for Ron Hermione I retired to my room.

Sirius had left to go to his room quite a while ago, I could tell because I could hear his snoring across the hall. I rolled my eyes, as I entered my room.

Sirius POV

I got up, early in the morning, around 7 am, Remus was up, and the House elves had already prepared breakfast. Remus looked up at me as I came downstairs.

"Is Harry awake, he's been sleeping for a while." He said, I could tell he was concerned. I shrugged, and trudged back upstairs to check on Harry. I knocked on the door, expecting silence but I heard Harry's voice say, "Come in" I opened the door slowly, and quietly walked in, all the shades were closed and Harry was reading a book, with his bedside lamp on. He was already washed up and dressed, and just glanced at me and smiled.

"Merlin Harry, it's dark in here, open up these shades." I said, as opened the shades, the bright light from the sun spread out throughout the room.

"AAAh, Sirius!" Harry said, covering his eyes, trying to block out the light. I snorted,

"What are you, a vampire?" I asked, opening the last shade.

"Yes, and I'll suck your blood, if you don't close the shades." He said, in a Transylvanian accent. I looked at him confused,

"What's with the accent?" I asked. He took his hand off his eyes, and looked at me,

"Oh, a muggle thing, usually that's what vampires sound like, to muggles that is." Said Harry.

"Oh, well I would've done an imitation of Snape, if I were you." I said smirking, Harry smiled at this. I like his smile, heck I like everything about the boy.

"Well, Moonys got some food downstairs, so come down to breakfast." I said, staring down at him, he shrugged.

"I'm really not all that hungry," he said, I crossed my arms, and stared at him.

"Harry you hadn't eaten anything yesterday, so you're eating today, Moony is right, you're much to skinny to be skipping meals." I said, firmly.

"Siriussss, I did eat something yesterday." He said, looking every bit like a stubborn thirteen-year-old.

"Really, what?" I said, giving him a piercing stare, as if I could see right through him. He shifted nervously,

"Erm….a chocolate frog." He said, looking away, I just laughed at this.

"Oh yes Harry, that's a perfect nutritional meal, nope you're eating, c'mon." I said, trying to pull him up.

"It was a really big chocolate frog, bigger than usual." He said, grabbing for his book. I took his book away.

"I don't care if it weighed a million stones, you're eating breakfast, and you're not getting this book till you do." I said, mentally, grimacing of sounding like a parent. Well, I sounded a whole like an overprotective parent in his fourth year. Harry sighed, and got up, deftly dodged my hand as I tried to ruffle his hair, and he went downstairs to all the food.

Harry's POV

Once I was downstairs, Remus got up and gave me a one-armed hug, leading me to the table. I sighed, as Sirius came down the stairs. I really wasn't all that hungry, actually, I wasn't really ever a hungry. I was always so busy with the war and school; I didn't have time to worry about trivial things like sleep and eating.

It seems everyone, thought otherwise, hmmm…strange. I stared at the food that was prepared for me, and started picking at it. I was eating some toast when I heard the someone fall out of the floo, I turned around to see Ron dusting himself off, only to get dirty again, by being toppled over by Hermione. Hermione blushed, quickly got up, and helped him up, apologizing profusely. Ron just continued to dust himself off, claiming he was fine.

"Ron! Hermione!" I exclaimed, hopping hastily out of my chair and hugging them both. When I let go, Hermione had tears on he face and Ron's eyes were watery. They were both thirteen, and still great as ever. I was happier than I had been in years.

"How are you guys, I've missed you so much!" I said anxiously, they both smiled widely.

"It's brilliant to see you mate! We've both missed you, Hermione was hysterical when she died." Ron said, Hermione elbowed him painfully in the side, causing me to smile again, they always made my happy.

"Ron! Don't say stuff like that, before we catch up you should eat Harry, you've barely touched you food." Said Hermione, pointing at my plate, back to her bossy self.

"That's what I was about to say." Sirius said from the table, I snorted, and looked at my food, with a disgusted facial expression.

"Hey, I'm hungry; I haven't eaten in a while!" Ron said, Hermione stared at him.

"Ron, you ate this morning, in case you're forgotten." Hermione said. Ron just shrugged and took a seat at the table, piling his plate with food.

"Thirty minutes is a long time." He mumbled.

"Well I'm really not that hungry, you know." I said, ignoring Ron.

"Harry, eat, that excuse, will not get you out of eating." Said Sirius,

"Maybe you should do what I do, lock him in a room, till he gets so bored he'll finally eat." Said Hermione, her eyes dancing with laughter.

"Good Idea…hmmm…" Sirius said, smiling deviously. I rolled my eyes.

"Fine, fine I'll eat, Merlin, you guys act like I'm going to die if I skip one meal." I said, sitting down quickly.

"Actually it's the fact that you skipped all of yesterday's meals that made us a tad bit worried." Remus said wryly. Ron and Hermione snorted at this. I just rolled my eyes, yet again, and tried to finish my food. Keyword was trying….

After about a half-hour of small talk and four people breathing down my neck, okay Ron really wasn't breathing down my neck, he was too focused on eating, but that's not the point. After a half-hour, I finished most of my food, and I wasn't going to eat anymore. Lock me in a cellar for all I care, I'm not going to eat anymore.

"I'm done." I said curtly, I stared defiantly at everyone, daring them to tell me to eat more, Remus sighed and took my plate, Sirius coughed, sounding vaguely like a laugh, Hermione rolled her eyes, and Ron just shrugged. I quirked an eyebrow, at the strange reactions, but let it go.

"Hey, you guys want to catch up, in my room or something." I said, getting tired of sitting with all this food. Both of them nodded and we went up my room. We enter my room and I flopped on my bed, closing my eyes for a second. I don't know what was wrong with me, but I got tired easily. I would guess it would have to do with the fact that my thirteen-year-old self, was trying to catch up with my seventeen-year-old self. It was certainly a struggle, emotionally and physically.

Ron's POV

Hermione and I sat on Harry's bed, I missed him so much. I saw him close his eyes briefly; he looked so tired, when he did that. Hermione and I were talking about him earlier, well it was more Hermione, My "Family" was surprised when Hermione came through the fire, I really don't know why. Maybe Hermione and me aren't that close in this reality. I couldn't imagine it, Hermione was brilliant!

Hermione was ranting this afternoon, how worried she was for Harry, It had been almost a year since I last saw him, for Hermione it was four months. I don't know how many times I wanted to throw stuff, when I got to watch Harry from the afterlife, he was so broken, but he wouldn't show anyone, we only got to see Harry once in awhile, there was a bloody limit. Hermione tried a million ways to get around that rule. She wanted to see Harry every second of the day. Every time I watched him, my heart panged painfully and I grew irritated with my naive self that had the audacity to actually, be envious of everything he had gone through.

Sirius some times would demand to go back down there. James, Harry's dad, would have to calm him down. I'm sure Harry's dad had felt the same way when he first went up. He seemed very overprotective of his son also. I saw someone's hand wave in front of me, and I blinked.

"Helloooo?" asked Harry, with a slightly confused and obviously amused look on his face.

"Oh sorry about that, got lost in my thoughts." I said, distractedly.

"Ron, thinking, I've seen all of it now." Harry said, giving a real smile. I shoved him,

"Oh shove it, Potter." I said, my lips threatening to form into a smile. Hermione giggled a bit.

Hermione's POV

It's been such a long time since I'd seen Harry joke around. He was very peculiar when the war drew near, and more people died in his life. I remember when it was just me and him, I cried for hours, while he just tensed up when ever something reminded him of Ron, or Remus, or Sirius. It was absolutely, dreadful.

I hoped that Harry would heal, though he was younger, you could still see the hurt in his eyes, the eyes that would never truly be happy. I just hope that his reality isn't harsh on him. I'll have to look up a book on alternate realities, I read a bit about them, just for fun in my fourth year. I watched Harry tell Ron about the quidditch games, as we tried to fill in the blanks of what happened, while Ron and I were gone. Ron almost cried when he was told that he missed the cannons winning a few games. I thought it was pathetic, I mean honestly!

My mind wandered to the task that Harry has got to complete, a horrid thing to do. I just hope it doesn't prove to be too difficult; I'll probably have to look up some stuff to make this task easier. I'll help Harry point out clues and outline the students, the male ones that is.

I listened thoughtfully to Harry's reenactment of minor events, and Ron listening dutifully. He seemed to avoid all things about the war and whatnot. He avoided our deaths, and Voldemort, and anything about his life in general. I mentally sighed; I know he'll have to tell us someday.

Harry's POV

We caught up some, and I gradually got more tired, mainly from trying to avoid all hard topics while desperately attempting to control my emotions. I believe my friends sensed my tiredness, for Hermione excused herself to get a book or something, and Ron said something about getting something to eat.

I nodded, and watched them leave, yawning a bit. I look at my bed and wondered if it had a sleeping charm on it. It would be just like Sirius to do that. I stared at the wall, screwing my eyes shut, I experienced so many emotions by just seeing my best friends, they seemed to be trying to be careful around me, and I didn't mind much, it was better than Ron's usual bluntness.

I remembered distantly that I was reading an interesting book, and groped for my book. I looked at the bedside table, and remembered that Sirius took my book. I sighed in frustration, as I planned my revenge for him not returning book after breakfast.

A/N: Okaaaay, finished, took me too long in my terms, but I was busy, very busy. For all you other people who read my other story, I'll update it as soon as possible. Action will come up more, not as much as my other story, for this more of a focus on angst, and drama….lots of drama….so get ready! Please Review!

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