Chapter One

"Padfoot! PADFOOT! Look out!"

"Crucio!" James Potter, Remus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew, Lucius Malfoy and Severus Snape, all seventeen years old, gaped at where Sirius Black had disappeared.


"Argh... son-uv-a-bitch..." Sirius murmured, sitting up and rubbing his forehead. He noticed that he was in the Hospital Wing - but there were nurses around him that he didn't recognize.

"Oh, good, you're awake." Sirius painfully turned around and saw a pretty brown-haired girl smiling brightly at him. Not caring who she was, Sirius leaned back against the bed.

"Whossat?" he asked, slightly dazed and pointing at Madam Pomfrey, who was tending to his leg.

"Poppy Pomfrey. Official Nurse of Hogwarts," the brown-haired girl said.

"...And... you are?"

"Hermione. Hermione Granger."

"Ah. I'm guessing you're new to the school, then."

"Er - yeah... right."

"Hello, Professor Dumbledore. He's awake." Hermione stood up from her chair.

"Ah. Mr Black, finally up, I see." Madam Pomfrey bustled away.

"How long was I out for, sir?"

"Oh, I would say - ah, about twenty-two years?" Sirius gave a feeble laugh.

"Oh, you are too funny." He winced as a sharp stab of pain went through his ribs. He gave a couple more 'ha-ha's' until he realized that neither Dumbledore or Hermione were laughing along with him. "...Er..."

"Sirius, take a look at the calendar on the wall to your right," Hermione said.

August Fourteen
1997

"...You're shitting me."

"I, personally, do not think I am 'shitting' you, Mr. Black," Dumbledore said. "Miss Granger is Head Girl of Hogwarts - not Lily Evans. Mr Potter is Head Boy - not Remus Lupin."

"Potter? James is here?"

"Sirius - twenty-two years in the future. Don't you think James would be too old to be in his seventh-year?"

"...He's stupid enough to have failed twenty-two times... if it's not James, who is it?" Hermione looked at Sirius straight in the eye, opened her mouth to say something, but was interrupted by a loud voice carrying through the hall.

"CAN YOU BELIEVE IT? HE'S HERE, HARRY! AND HE'S SEVENTEEN!"

"Ron, shut up. He could be sleeping." The doors flew open and in came two boys - one with flaming red hair and the other with unkept jet black hair.

"James!" Sirius called.

"Sorry, not James," Harry said dully.

"This, Sirius Black, is Harry James Potter." Sirius, still not fully understanding, stared open-mouthed at Harry.

"Um... hello."

"Those... are... Lily's eyes... oh, DEAR GOD!" Sirius jumped out of his bed on one leg. "You're - you're - oh, my God! Merlin!" The doors opened again and in marched yet another red-head.

"Hey, you said you needed me...? WHEN DID HE GET HERE? HOW IS HE HERE? WHAT DID YOU DO?" Bill Weasley jumped up and down and around the Hospital Wing. "WOW! He looks the same as he did when I was in my first year! I know you guys said you were bringing him back, but I never took you guys serio-"

"Bill, shut up," Ron said.

"Bill? Bill Weasley?" Sirius questioned, staring wide-eyed at the 6'3 thirty-three year old. "Holy crap. You're huge." Next came Charlie, Fred and George Weasley, as well as Professor McGonagall. "...Where are you all coming from?"

"...Great Hall? Duh?" Fred suggested. "So... you're Sirius Black at seventeen, eh?"

"Cool, dawg..." George said.

"George, shut up," Charlie said.

"...Let me get this straight," Sirius said, painfully straightening in his bed. "I'm twenty-two years in the future... and you all are twenty-two years older."

"That is correct," Professor McGonagall said.

"Maybe we should leave him," Bill suggested. Everyone left with Sirius staring after them.

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That was a short chappie, but it's kind of just the introduction-thing, so that's okay! RnR, please!