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Chapter 3

James Potter

He was flying, wing whipping through his black hair. How fast could he go? Speed. SPEED. He needed that high of flying. Happiness was a bubble exploding inside of him. He stooped. Dive. DIVE. Inches from the ground, he could smell the grass in his mouth. He felt the golden Snitch clasped firmly in his long fingers. James. His name was called, and he dismounted, hoisting his broom over his shoulder.

A girl was waiting for him, watching him do all the fascinating tricks. The one girl he couldn't have. Lily. She walked slowly towards him, eyes narrowed and smiling. All he could see were vibrant green eyes and blood red hair. She leaned in for the kiss, voluptuous red lips caressing his muddy cheek. She screamed.

"AHHHHHH!"

"What the…" James Potter's eyes snapped open at his friend's brief scream. "Are you okay over there?" He groaned, still half asleep. If Sirius hadn't screamed… ahhh, that excellent dream. He recalled. If only it wasn't a dream…if only.

"I'm fine," Padfoot told him shakily. James started drifting off to sleep once more and then… LIGHT. What happened to sleeping around here?

"What are you alright?" asked Moony angrily, eyes swollen from lack of rest.

"What the hell are you doing, dumbass?" James asked, less subtle in his approach to figure out what was up with Sirius.

He was at the mirror, looking at himself with eyes wide. He glanced at his fingers, touching each one to his thumb.

"If you have a zit, can't you wait until the morning, Padfoot?" James snickered. Usually Sirius wasn't very self-conscious about how he looked. Then again, he hardly ever looked bad. He whipped around like he had been slapped.

"Wh-what… did you call me?" Sirius asked, eyes darting to each person in the room. Moony… Wormtail… and stopping at James.

"Padfoot, this is no time for acting stupid." Lupin told him, brow furrowed.

"Right…" Sirius said hesitantly, eyes still on James. "Right." He repeated, blinking his eyes away from James and to the light switch, which he flicked off.

Sirius walked slowly over to his bed. Six eyes focused on him as he did so. He appeared to move like a baby taking his first steps. He was jumpy and seemed very stressed. Very un-Siriuslike. James noted as he watched Padfoot. Strange. He would figure out what was wrong with Padfoot later. For now… Lily. He grinned and nestled back into bed.

What am I doing in Sirius's body? Harry asked himself, not expecting an answer anytime soon. It has to do with that mirror. But why hasn't done this before? What makes it so important that it's never happened until a full seven months after I've received it. None of this makes sense! He knew he couldn't go out of the room, or let alone his bed. He knew that many questions would already come up tomorrow. He shouldn't of freaked out.

I have to find a way back… He told himself, shaking his head in an attempt to get rid of his pounding headache. But why? A small voice in the back of his head asked. What's there for you? A battle that you'll probably lose? No parents. No godfather. Stares, whispers, anger. Why was he so worried about a life he hated? Ron, Hermione, Ginny, responsibilities. You want them dead just because you chickened out and wanted to stay with you dad?

He glanced at his dad's bed, grinning. The covers were moving up and down peacefully. Snores were coming from to the right of him, were Lupin had eventually been taken by the grips of sleep. Beyond Lupin was a small ball under the covers. Peter. He snarled. So badly he wanted to run over and stab him over and over again, until he was dead. If he was Harry, only if he was Harry. Sirius didn't deserve to be convicted of another murder he wasn't guilty of.

Sirius. A pang of emotion hit him. Hard. He blinked back tears. Never did he expect to see his godfather again, and defiantly not be his godfather. He smiled sadly. I have to go back. He told himself. Ensure the lives of my friends; the only family I have left.

He eventually dozed off also, stricken with the energy it had taken to travel twenty years back in time.