Timeless Escapades

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"Mr. Moony presents his compliments to Professor Snape, and begs him to keep his abnormally large nose out of other people's business."

Snape froze. Harry stared, dumbstruck, at the message. But the map didn't stop there. More writing was appearing beneath the first.

"Mr. Prongs agrees with Mr. Moony and would like to add that Professor Snape is an ugly git."

It would have been very funny if the situation hadn't been so serious. And there was more...

"Mr. Padfoot would like to register his astonishment that an idiot like that ever became a professor."

Harry closed his eyes in horror. When he'd open them, the map had had its last word.

"Mr. Wormtail bids Professor Snape good day, and advises him to wash his hair, the slimeball."

Harry waited for the blow to fall.

Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban pg. 287, by: JK Rowling

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, Harry Potter doesn't belong to me!

Timeless Escapades

Chapter 3

It had taken perhaps, five minutes before James and Sirius realized that the boy had passed out. And even then, all they could do was gape.

"Who is he?" Sirius asked in complete astonishment. "Bloody hell, James! He looks just like you!"

James was still in a state of utter shock. His heart was thumping wildly against his chest, drumming in his ears. But, suddenly his intelligent side seemed to kick in.

"Come on Sirius, help me get him to the Hospital Wing."

Sirius turned to face James, an expression of disbelief upon his face. "James... he, I mean... he's, oh hell! HE LOOKS EXACTLY LIKE YOU!!!" he yelled, attracting the attention of three second years as they passed by. The girls squealed as Sirius gave them a death glare. "What if he's working for that You - Know - Who character?"

James starred at Sirius incredulously, "Oh yes, Sirius. I'm sure that Dumbledore would just let Voldemort waltz into Hogwarts, and hide in a cupboard!"

"James! I'm serious!!!" Sirius snapped.

"I know that you dolt!" James replied, "I'm James!"

Sirius growled under his breath, and eventually came over from beside the cupboard, muttering something along the lines as, "That joke is so second – year!" James took hold of the unconscious boy's wrists, while Sirius took the feet. It was a slow process. The castle was shutting down for the night and no one was really about. The two trouble makers made there way up to the hospital wing, not attracting a lot of attention as they came.

The doors to the Hospital Wing opened up wide to admit them, and the boys dragged Harry over to an unoccupied bed. James took a chair by the bed while Sirius ran off to the medi-witch's office, his heels click all the way down the ward.

James sighed, and looked at the figure on the bed. He seemed to be an almost perfect replica of himself! Of course, when the boy had opened his eyes they had been green, not the nice shade of hazel that James had. James's face creased into a frown as he remembered the boy's actions. He had actually thought that he heard the boy say something else besides the fact that he had said his head hurt. James could have sworn that he had heard the boy say...

"Well, well, well... if it isn't Potty Big Head himself." sneered a voice from the opposite side of the room.

James groaned, and looked up. There on the other side of the room lay his most hated class mate of all time... Severus Snape. Snape had recently been the victim of one of the Marauder's pranks that morning in the Great Hall. Although, James didn't think that this one had been so bad. It had, at least, been his dream to take a nice shower in lime and strawberry gelatin. It had gotten to be a bit out of hand when Snape ganged up on him and cursed him to started tap dancing. He had of course, had to defend his honour, so James had thrown an Impedia curse. Snape broke two ribs and James had gotten detention from McGonnagal.

"I'm really not in the mood for this Snivellus." James told him dismissively.

He was sparred the following argument by Madame Pomfrey hurrying down the wing. He stumbled out of the chair and moved back as the witch came around the bed.

"What happened?" she asked, taking the boy's pulse.

"We were walking past the Potion's cupboard..." James started.

"Not taking anything, mind you!" Sirius cut in.

"And the boy fell out of the closet!" James finished.

The medi – witch huffed in disbelief and did a tricky flick of her wand, which made the boy's body glow a dull golden colour before it returned to normal. Pomfrey sighed.

"Well, there's not anything physically wrong with him..." she told them. "You boys go back to Gryffindor Tower and get some sleep. On the way please tell Headmaster Dumbledore to come back here."

James and Sirius exchanged a look and then nodded. Both of them headed for the doors.

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Harry barely registered that he was lying on a bed when he came to. Even though through his closed eyelids, he could make out the sterile white of the hospital wing and the medical smells, he kept his eyes clenched tight. He didn't want to open his eyes, and face the world. It had seemed so real. Him, seeing his dad and Sirius standing over him was a nice dream, not like the ones where he saw Sirius's dying moment. Harry shook himself mentally. They were dead. Dead. And there was nothing the he, Harry, could do about it.

"Are you awake, my dear boy?" said someone's voice off to his left.

Harry recognized the voice instantly. It belonged to Albus Dumbledore. Harry sighed, he knew that it was too good to be true. Nothing good ever happens to you, Potter. Nothing at all...

Slowly, Harry opened his eyes to behold Dumbledore sitting in a chair next to him, fingers steepened and eyes twinkling.

"Hello, Sir." Harry croaked.

Something wasn't right. Dumbledore didn't look like himself, well... he did, but there weren't as many wrinkles around his face, and the glasses weren't half – moon like they had been before... the were rounded into an oval.

"Would you care to tell me your name, my lad?" Dumbledore asked.

Harry snapped his head to look up into Dumbledore's eyes. "Wh – what do you mean, Professor? Why don't you know my name?" Harry started to panic. Was this some kind of trick played out by Voldemort? "I'm Harry, sir! Harry Potter! You know, the one who you locked up all summer at the Dursley's house."

The headmaster's eyes twinkled even more. "I have a Potter at my school, Harry. But his name is James."

Harry fell back against the pillows. He was at the time when his parents were still alive? That, that meant that it really had been James and Sirius that he had seen.

Sirius was here!

"Tell me, Harry... what year are you in?"

"I'm a sixth year Gryffindor." Harry replied, "I was getting some ingredients to help my friend Hermione and this black potion spilled all over me and the Iclesa root that I had."

Dumbledore watched Harry as he sank back against the head board. "Well, Harry, until we find some way to get you back to your time, I guess we're going to have to let you stay here." His eye's gleamed, "You will join your father's room and your stuff will be brought up to your bed."

"But sir!" Harry said, "I don't have any of my stuff! It's all still back in my time, remember?"

The headmaster only shook his head. "It was such a connivance that after lunch today, when I returned to my study, a trunk and owl cage, complete with white owl appeared quite mysteriously on my desk."

Harry could only stare open mouthed at Dumbledore. How could the man be so calm?!

"You will join the school under the title of Harry Prowner. You will sleep in here tonight and I will announce the news to the school tomorrow at breakfast."

Harry nodded and the ancient professor left the room. Things were sure going to be interesting, he thought as he succumbed to sleep.

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It had been an hour since Harry Potter had vanished from the Hogwarts school. Professor Snape had been livid and flown into a rage of how students were not supposed to be playing around in privet stores. Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley both, were very distraught and had been excused from class for the week.

However, later that day when Harry's things were checked on, they had vanished, along with his owl, Hedwig. Mysteriously, only Albus Dumbledore seemed to be the only one not very worried about Harry's disappearance.

When asked about his behaviour towards his favorite pupil, all he did was smile, a twinkle in his eyes...

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