I know, I know, another time travel fic, but these are really fun.

This takes place in Harry's fifth year, but they know about Grimmauld place and the prophecy and everything already. And Ron is the keeper on the Quidditch team. Sirius does not die because I hate that she killed him 

PRE HBP

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter

A/n: There will probably be stuff in here that hasn't been invented in that time period, but pretend it has.

Chapter 1: Back through time

"Harry, wait up!" Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley called to their best friend, Harry Potter. He stopped walking and waited for them to catch up, impatiently tapping his foot. When they finally got to him, he made to begin walking again, but Hermione stopped him.

"Where are you going? We need to get to Transfiguration!"

"I'm going to see Sirius so, if you two don't want to come with me, you should go to class." He adjusted his bag on his shoulder, and set off once more. Growling with impatience Hermione went after him, dragging Ron.

"Harry, come one. He'll be fine and we can visit him after dinner."

"Hermione, that's in five hours, and I want to see him now," he replied.

"Fine, we're coming with you but we better make it to Charms, or I am not going to be helping you or Ron with your Potions essay tonight."

"Hey! Harry's the one making us skip class, so why should you take it out on me?" Ron cried out in protest. He really needed help with the essay. Hermione didn't say anything, however, and kept walking.

"I can't believe they attacked him," Harry said through gritted teeth.

"Well, they did think he was a murderer," Ron said. "The good news is they've cleared his name now." Harry grinned.

"I know. It'll be great not having to live with the Dursley's anymore."

Finally they reached the hospital wing, and Madam Pomfrey told them to wait a minute before she let them in.

"Hey, I just thought of something. Maybe Sirius could teach us how to become animagi," Harry whispered. "It would make it so much easier to hide from Voldemort. We could let Dumbledore know, of course." His friends gaped at him, but then Hermione said.

"That's a great idea, Harry. It would make lots of things a lot easier." Ron stared at her incredulously.

"Hermione, you're afraid of getting detention, and now you're willing to do something that will land you in Azkaban?" he said, his voice rising. She glared at him.

"Tell the whole world, why don't you?" Harry muttered.

"If you don't keep your voice down, I'll do something that will land me in Azkaban," said Hermione. "And if you want to know, it will have something to do with your life ending." Ron gulped and nodded.

"I guess it is a good idea," he said. Before they could continue the conversation, the doors swung open, and Madam Pomfrey beckoned them inside. They walked through and over to a bed that contained a man with shaggy black hair, and shadowy eyes.

"Hello!" he greeted them brightly.

"Hey Sirius. How are you doing?" Harry asked.

"I'm fine," he answered. But I want to know what happened after all those aurors 'took care of me'. All I remember is hearing them cursing me." The previous day, Dumbledore brought the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, and a bunch of aurors to his office, in which sat Sirius, Harry, Hermione, and Ron. Upon entering, the aurors saw Sirius and hit him with different spells. The spells together caused a lot of cuts, and bruises, and knocked Sirius unconscious. Soon after, Dumbledore explained that Sirius was innocent, by giving them Peter Pettigrew, who had been caught the day before. Sirius' name was cleared, and he was brought to the hospital wing.

"Dumbledore gave them Wormtail, and they declared you innocent," Ron explained excitedly. Sirius stared.

"Are you serious?

"Yeah!"

"Wow! I can't believe it! I'm free! I can't wait to go outside as a free man!" Sirius exclaimed. "I'll have to make sure I still have all of my money. Then I'll need to get a wand and robes and everything. A house, too. Preferably a mansion, like James used to live in." Sirius didn't notice the look on Harry's face after that comment. "Of course, the Ministry will be paying for all of this. It's payback time." Harry and his friends grinned, Harry forgetting about the memory of his dad.

"Sirius?" he asked.

"Yes, Harry?"

"I'll be able to come and live with you now, right?" Sirius' eyes lit up.

"Of course! I can't believe I forgot about that. This is going to be so much fun! I'm getting Dumbledore to let you all out of school, to come shopping with me." Harry and Ron cheered but Hermione looked worried.

"No, we can't! It's only the first day back, and we'll miss so much if we go. I mean, I want to and everything, but we just can't!"

"Don't worry, Hermione. All we do the first week back is review anyway. You know that." Ron said.

"Yes, but it's important," she protested.

"Hermione, there's no way you forgot what we did last year. You don't need a review class."

"Well, what about you?"

"Harry and I don't need those classes. We're perfectly able to do everything we did last year." Hermione wanted to argue, but she knew they would win in the end.

"Oh, all right." Then she had a thought. "But Dumbledore won't let us go."

"Oh yes he will," came a voice from the doorway. They turned around to see Dumbledore himself standing there. Hermione had obviously been counting on the fact that he wouldn't let them go because her face fell.

"B-but we'll miss so much! I mean- it's just that-" she broke off when Sirius changed into a dog. He started whining, and looked up at her with puppy dog eyes. The girl smiled. "That's not fair Sirius! You know nobody can resist that look, especially from a dog!" she hit him playfully. "Fine! We can go for a week, I guess." Sirius changed back.

"Thanks, Hermione!" he gave her a bear hug. She blushed.

"You know, it sounded like you didn't want to come," said Ron in an accusing tone.

"I do, I'm just worried about the amount of things we'll miss."

"Whatever. Anyway, I just remembered about Harry's idea!" said Ron.

"What idea?" asked Sirius.

"Well," Harry began, but looked around. Madam Pomfrey was treating another patient. "Professor, could you do a Silencing Charm?"

"Of course, Harry," said Professor Dumbledore. Once the task was finished, he said "You can speak freely now."

"I was thinking that, maybe, Sirius, you could teach us three to be Animagi?" Harry asked hopefully. "It would make getting away from Voldemort a lot easier and stuff." Sirius frowned.

"I could. It's dangerous, though," he said. "There are so many things that could go wrong. I don't know. What do you think, Albus?"

"I agree with both of you. It would be very useful, but it is dangerous. Of course, I could help make it safe." He was silent for a little. "I suppose it is a good idea," he said after a while. "Yes, we should do it. Let's go." The others looked surprised.

"Now?" Hermione asked.

"Yes, now," said Dumbledore. "I can help you do it so that it'll take you less time to be able to transform completely. While you're on your break, you can practice. You should be finished in about a month, most likely."

"A month!" Sirius exclaimed. "It took us five years!"

"Magic is much more advanced now," chuckled Dumbledore. He took the Silencing Charm off of the group and called Madam Pomfrey over. She checked Sirius over and declared him free to go.

They all headed up to the seventh floor, where the Room of Requirements was. Everyone walked past it three times thinking: We need a place to do Animagi lessons. A golden door appeared and they went through. Inside there were a lot of shelves, some containing potion bottles, and some books. There was also an area surrounded by pillows, and a table on which a piece of paper lay. Professor Dumbledore took the paper off of the table and read it. Then he turned to a shelf and pulled some potion bottles from it.

"Who wants to go first?" he asked. Ron and Hermione looked at each other and pushed Harry off the couch they had seated themselves on. He glared at them but got up and walked forward.

"Me," he said. Dumbledore smiled. He poured the different substances from their bottles into a cauldron and mixed it. Then he gave some to Harry.

"Drink." Harry did as he was told. Immediately he felt like he was floating and Dumbledore said an incantation. He shrank down. Something hard formed on his face. He heard screaming in the distance and felt pricks all over his body. His feet filled with agony as they changed. A roaring sound was in his head, growing louder and louder. The words "Golden Eagle" flashed in front of his eyes. Then everything stopped and he lay moaning on the pillows.

Everyone was crowded around him.

"I remember we thought something had gone horribly wrong when we did this," said Sirius. "You ok, Harry?" Harry opened his eyes. Hermione's hand was at her heart. She had been the one who screamed.

"What happened?" he asked.

"You changed," said Ron. "You were an eagle. But then you started wriggling around, like you were having a fit or something."

"What did you see?" asked Dumbledore.

"The words 'Golden Eagle'," answered Harry.

"Ok. Calm down a little and go practice while Miss Granger goes," said Dumbledore. Sirius helped Harry stand up and led him out of the circle of pillows. Hermione looked like she really didn't want to do this but she took Harry's place. Harry tried to turn into an eagle by thinking like an eagle and imagining one. He had that prickly feeling again. He looked at himself in the mirror. He had feathers! But then he winced. It hurt!

"Is it always going to hurt?" he asked Sirius.

"No, just the first couple of times. It must be worse for you since your hands and toes change," he answered.

"Yeah, it killed," said Harry. He turned to watch Hermione. She had taken the potion and Dumbledore was saying the spell.

"Animalis Retegere." Hermione fell onto the pillows. Her body shrunk and grew feathers. Her feet turned into talons, her arms became wings and she grew a beak. You could tell she was in pain. She was wriggling on the ground. When she turned back she was breathing heavily. She opened her eyes and looked at all of them.

"What did you see?" Sirius asked.

"Hawk," Hermione answered. Dumbledore nodded.

"You and Harry must have a very strong connection, since you are both birds," he said. "Go over with him and practice." Hermione got up and walked unsteadily towards her friend.

"So, if some people have a strong connection, they will be the same type of animal?" Harry asked.

"Yes," said Dumbledore. "Mr. Weasley?" Ron stepped into the circle. He didn't know what he would do if he wasn't a bird. He would be embarrassed and sad was all he knew. He didn't have to worry, though. He went through the same agony as his friends. When asked what he saw, he blushed.

"Hawk owl," he answered. Hermione blushed too.

"You two have an extra special connection," Sirius teased. Harry pretended to pout but Ron turned even redder and punched him playfully. Dumbledore smiled and walked over to Sirius, wasting no time. He held a piece of parchment in his hand.

"Give this to me as soon as you can," he said. "Wait at least ten minutes, though." Sirius was confused but nodded, knowing it would probably make sense later.

The three teenagers practiced transforming for a while before Sirius said they should stop for now. As they sat on the couch, resting, Harry suddenly realized something.

"Hey, Sirius?"

"Yeah?"

"If a group of people have an extra special connection they turn into the same type of animal, how come you and my dad were so different?"

Sirius got a strange expression on his face.

"I think – I think it was because of Peter," he said.

"Oh," said Harry quietly.

"If only we could do it over again…" said Sirius, more to himself than to Harry. Bringing himself out of his reverie, he looked around. "Well, we should go pack!" he said brightly.

"Ron and I will go get Pig and Hedwig," said Harry. Hermione announced that she was going to look for Crookshanks and left. Sirius went to the boys' dormitory and plopped himself onto Ron's bed.

Soon Ron and Harry burst into the room, startling Sirius. Harry put Hedwig in her cage and put her on his bed. He took his Firebolt out of his trunk and then sat down on the bed, holding Hedwig and the broom with his feet resting on his trunk.

Ron threw Pig in his cage and thrust it at Sirius. Not waiting to see if he caught it, Ron started locking his trunk hurriedly. Sirius looked amused.

"We're only going for a week, you know," he said.

"Yeah, but we just got to school yesterday, and it's not like we've really had time to unpack, so it makes sense to just take our whole trunk." Harry said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. His godfather raised his eyebrows and coughed. Strangely it sounded a lot like the word lazy.

Ignoring him, Harry said "Come on, Ron, hurry up!"

"Shut up. You know how hard it is to close these rusty locks," said Ron. Suddenly the door banged open again. Hermione stood in the doorway, Crookshanks under her arm and her trunk behind her.

"Well, which one of you is taking my trunk?" they didn't say anything. "I can see Harry and Ron have their own trunks, so I guess Sirius will be doing it." She brought her luggage to Ron's bed, and stood there waiting for him to take it.

"Why should I?" Sirius asked.

"Because you're so strong and I can't carry it down by myself," she said, making him grin.

"Well, If you put it that way-" he was cut off by Hermione.

"Great! Chop, chop." When she saw their faces, she burst out laughing. "I was just kidding! You should have seen your faces! It was hilarious!"

"Obviously" Ron grumbled, and went back to his trunk.

"But I really do need you to carry it down Sirius."

"You carried it yesterday without a problem, Hermione," Harry pointed out.

"Yeah, well it's going downstairs now. I'll take it from the common room."

"Fine," Sirius sighed. Just then an owl flew into the room, and dropped a letter into his lap. It was a strange owl; half of it was white, and half was black. "What's this?" Sirius wondered as the owl flew away.

"Open it!" Ron said, standing up. Sirius obliged, and read the letter out loud. It was more of a note, really.

"When you come back, no time will have passed. Wait for another owl." Everyone was confused, and Sirius tossed it aside with a "Whatever" Suddenly the room began shaking, and Ron was thrown on his trunk. Hermione fell on Sirius, and Harry barely managed to stay on his bed. In a minute, everything was back to normal, and they all stood up. Crookshanks was hissing angrily, and the owls were hooting.

"What just happened?" Hermione asked getting off of Sirius.

"No idea," Harry said.

Remus Lupin, DADA teacher, suddenly appeared in the doorway of the bathroom.

"Moony?" Sirius asked. "What are you doing here?"

"I was unjinxing a mirror. Scared Neville half to death this morning when it showed him with two heads. What just happened?" Remus asked.

"Well, we were packing to go shopping with Sirius for his stuff when this weird black and white owl flew in and delivered a letter," answered Harry.

"What did it say?"

"Something about when we return no time will have passed and to wait for another owl. It could have been Dumbledore, since he knows about the shopping trip, but then time would have passed. The only way it wouldn't have would have been if we used a Time Turner or something-" Hermione said. Then realization dawned on her face. "Professor-we couldn't have-could we?" she asked. He nodded grimly.

"I think we may have," Remus answered.

"May have what?" asked Ron.

"Never mind for now. Put your trunks back," Remus said. They didn't ask questions, and did what they were told. "Now let your owls out, and rearrange your things as if you weren't going anywhere. They did that as well (Hermione had gone to the girls' dormitories with Remus for a minute to do it too).

"Why does she need Professor Lupin to put her stuff back?" Ron asked the other two.

"Guess its heavy," said Harry and shrugged.

Once Hermione and Remus came back in the room, they all headed downstairs to the common room. But then Ron, Harry, and Sirius stopped.

"We want an explanation," Sirius demanded.

"Yeah, we know something is up," added Ron.

Remus sighed and nodded.

"Ok, the thing is-" he began but stopped when the portrait opened. Three boys walked into the room, and stopped talking as well when they saw the other group. "Oh no," groaned Remus quietly. Nobody heard him except Hermione, who gave him a worried look.

"Hello!" one boy with blue eyes and black hair that went down to his shoulders said cheerfully. "Who are you?"

"Don't you mean who are you?" Harry asked narrowing his eyes.

"Yeah, we've never seen you around here," Ron added suspiciously. The other boys looked shocked and a little angry. Ron and Harry looked at Sirius, but his eyes were wide with horror. He tugged on Remus' sleeve.

"Moon- I mean…um…Richard is this what I think it is?" he asked. Harry and Ron were confused, and annoyed. Why was Sirius calling Remus Richard? And why wasn't anyone telling them what was going on?

"Listen, we really want to know what's going on here, Sir-" Harry began, but was cut off when Hermione elbowed him very painfully in the ribs. Once he recovered he glared at her. "What was that for, Hermione?" she looked at him apologetically. The other three boys just stood there, very confused.

"Hold on a second" she said to them, and pulled Sirius, Remus, Harry, and Ron over to a corner. "Harry, you can't say Sirius' or Remus' names! What were you thinking?"

"I was thinking I'd like to know what's going on here!" he said, his voice rising. The three boys in the front of the room looked at him, startled. Ron nodded in agreement. Hermione looked shocked.

"You don't get it yet?"

"Hermione, not everyone had an IQ of, like, 1000," Ron said.

Hermione rolled her eyes.

"We went back through time," she told them.

Their eyes widened.

"We did what now?"

"We went back through time," she repeated.

"Yeah and it gets better," said Sirius.

"How can this possibly get 'better'?" asked Harry irritably.

"The three kids standing right there."

"What about them?"

"That Remus, James, and I, back when we were fourteen."