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Harry groggily awoke and he rubbed the sleep from his eyes before looking over at his calendar and his clock. To his surprise and delight, this was the day. Today he was going to the head quarters of the Order of the Phoenix! Harry jumped up, energy pulsating through his veins. He nearly broke his glasses in his rush to put them on his nose and he was lucky to not rip any of his clothing in his haste to put them on. He was still clutching the time turner in his hand. He looked down at it.

The gold chain was beautiful and the glass seemed to shimmer different colours. It compelled him to turn it, to change time. He opened his palm wider and his other hand began to reach toward it, falling under the spell of the gold and the glass.

He quickly tore his gaze from it and he put it round his neck, shoving the tiny hourglass beneath his shirt so that no one would be able to see it. As he thought more and more about it he began to think of how risky his plan was. Sirius might not listen to him because he was so eager for a chance to leave the house. He might miscalculate when he was and he could miss Sirius entirely. Or he could be seen. But, if it did work, it was worth it. But how would the future, the present, change if Sirius lived? Harry hadn't thought about that. But he still wouldn't change his mind about the whole thing. What if Sirius was alive right now and he didn't want things to be different? He roughly shook his head, as if by doing so he might rid himself of these doubts.

Of course I have to get him back, don't be stupid. This thought gave him some level of comfort and he ceased to think about all that could go wrong. Absentmindedly, he realized that this plan probably had much more that could go wrong than the risky one Hermione had made in their second year with the Polyjuice Potion.

He walked over to his trunk only to see that it was hardly packed at all. He wondered why he hadn't packed it sooner, as it would have been a perfect way to pass the time.

A sickly mixture of excitement, the prospect of an adventure, nagging doubt, sadness, and anger at Kreature and Snape bubbled up within him. He knew that both Kreature and Snape had absolutely no sympathy whatsoever for Sirius's deat--disappearance and, if anything, they were rejoicing, or the next thing furthest away from sorrow.

He crammed some socks, his trainers, and various other clothing articles into his cauldron, which, in turn, he shoved into his trunk.

He suddenly wondered if Hermione and Ron would be there too and, the more that he thought about it, he didn't see why they wouldn't be. Maybe Hermione could help him with the Time Turner. Then came the trouble of after he had persuaded Sirius to not go. It would be days; weeks even, until the present time came round again. Should he use the Time Turner to go into the future or did he have to wait for present time to roll round again so that nothing he had done would disappear?

Angrily he finished packing by slamming his pouch of money onto 1 000 Magical Herbs and Fungi, as if both book and gold had done him great personal wrong.

He looked at his helter-skelter belongings inside of the trunk and he knew that he had forgotten something. He looked around his room. He didn't see anything. He dived under his bed to pry up the loose floorboard. And there it was. His father's invisibility cloak lay there in all of its silvery glory. It would definitely come in handy for avoiding people's gaze.

Ding-dong.

Harry froze as he heard the doorbell ring because he hadn't mentioned to the Dursley's that he was going away. Actually, he hadn't really expected a member from the Order to go right up to the front door. He didn't really know what he had expected, but he supposed that he had thought that they would do another fake lawn competition sort of thing.

"Good morning," a cheerful voice carried up the stairs, that Harry recognized as Lupin's. "I've come to collect Harry."

"Oh you have, have you?" Harry heard Uncle Vernon asking, suspiciously. "And just what are you picking him up for?"

"Why, I thought that that was obvious, or perhaps Harry didn't fill you in?"

Harry could imagine Uncle Vernon glancing at the stairway, his temples throbbing.

"Too right he didn't."

"Well, I've come to take him away from your house for the rest of the summer."

By the silence met by this comment, Harry assumed that his uncle couldn't come up with a retort, being torn between joy that Harry would be leaving and resentment that his personal time in which he could make Harry's life miserable was being taken away.

Harry thought this to be the ideal time to intervene, so he lugged his case down the stairs and over towards the front door. He wearily eyed Vernon Dursley's sausage-like purple hands and he decided that he was in a safe zone from them and Uncle Vernon wouldn't dare to throttle him in front of a wizard.

"Nice to see you, Harry," Lupin exclaimed.

"Nice to see you too, Professor."

"All ready to go?"

"Yes, sir."

"Hold on a minute!" Vernon nearly shouted, obviously not taking kindly to being ignored in this fashion.

Lupin eyed Vernon with an expression similar to Harry's and he looked at Harry, giving a slight nod.

"G' bye!" Harry said, before slamming the door in his uncle's face. He didn't want to imagine the spluttering purple face of his uncle. Maybe Uncle Vernon would even tear out great tufts of his moustache, like he had when a persevering sender was mailing scores of letters to Harry, by the day.

"Well then, Harry, I hope that you've been well since what happened at the Ministry," Lupin said, delicately.

"Not really, but yeah." Harry felt reluctant to speak about Sirius. It was one thing to write about it on parchment but it was another entirely to actually talk about it. He expected Lupin to raise his eyebrows at this. Instead:

"I've felt pretty much the same way," Lupin muttered, with a small sigh. "But we probably shouldn't linger on that subject because we ought to focus on getting to our destination."

Harry felt relieved. For whatever odd reason, he had almost feared that Lupin would break down at the talk of Sirius, much like how Cho Chang had about Cedric. He just nodded.

"Ah, here we are," Lupin exclaimed, pausing before a run-down old vehicle.

Harry looked at it in admiration; he was surprised that the people of Privet Drive hadn't destroyed it or moved it away, as they all had perfectly green lawns with sparkling clean and new cars.

Harry followed Lupin into the vehicle, suddenly wondering if it could last the drive as it let out a moan as it started up, and he was instantly reminded of The Knight Bus. With a bang it had left behind Privet Drive and they were on a completely different street that Harry didn't recognize. In what must have been five-or-less minutes time they were on the same street as 12 Grimauld place.

Jarred, Harry exited the vehicle, definitely not wanting another go. Thankfully, Lupin had better driving skills than Ernie, resulting in Harry's less upset stomach. He and Lupin stood before the gap between 11 and 13.

Harry thought hard of the name he had memorized from the piece of parchment, the previous year, and, as if by magic--which it was, a house erupted in the space that had once been empty.

Harry felt elated because, at last, he was at Number 12 Grimauld place and it would only be a matter of time before Sirius was back. He laughed inwardly at the thought of time because the Time Turner was still safely with him and he could change time at whim now.

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