----- ------ Dumbledores Office ------ -------

The trio sat there, pretty much confused out of their minds. Harry was chewing on his lip, and wondering what exactly was happening. Mostly the same with Ron, with the exception Ron was about the color of a radish. Hermione on the other hand, was trying to piece together what exactly had happened, and why it was happening.

Dumbledore pulled an odd instrument out of his desk drawer. It appeared to be a mirror-type object, with the exception that it was covered in a sort of lilac film that was hovering a few cemeteries away from the surface. Dumbledore placed the object on his desk and peered at them all.

"What year is it may I ask?" said Dumbledore, a twinkle in his fatherly blue eyes that made it seem that he was in on some sort of joke that no one else was aware of.

"2005" answered Hermione, brows furrowed.

Dumledore nodded. "And the date?" he asked.

"Fourth of November, but if you don't mind would you please explain to me whats going on?" said Hermione.

"November the fourth, year two thousand and fifth." He said looking into the devise.

There was a loud low note, like a hum.

Then...

Dumbledores reflection appeared in the invention, but there was something slightly odd about it. More familiar maybe. Was it possible this was an imposter, and the real Dumbledoor was trapped in this mirror-thing? Harry wondered.

Hermione's brows were furrowed in concentration, like she was on the brink of some great discovery. Harry was growing angry that he had not yet been informed on whats happening, while Ron was looking just plain confused.

"Hello Albus." Dumbledore greeted cheerfully.

To everyones surprise it spoke back!

"Hello Albus." replied the reflection.

"Have you by any chance lost three students?" asked Dumbledore curiously.

"Yes, as a matter of fact I did." The reflection said.

"Harry Potter"

"Hemione Granger"

"Ronald Weasley"

"Well, not need to worry, they are safe right here." said Dumbledore, still not looking away from the strange mirror devise.

"How will we get them back?" Dumbledore asked his reflection.

"I am unaware." The reflection replied.

"How did they get there, all I am aware of is that our potions master came running when he found a smoke that seemed to have devoured them."

"Would you care to explain?" asked Dumbledore, turning his focus to the three bewildered students across the desk from him.

"I will." said Harry quickly, glancing at Hermione who had tear tracks all down her cheeks.

"Hello Harry!" The reflection of Albus Dumbledore said wearily.

"Hi." said Harry awkwardly, leaning over the desk.

"Now, would you care to tell me how on earth it is you got there, as so we can find away to get you back?" asked future Dumbledore.

"Well, where in potions working on a cure for-
"shingles." Hermione interrupted.

-and Malfoy chucked something in our cauldron, then this purple stuff came out, then we were here!" said Harry, finally piecing together what had happened.

"Yes, Yes, I see, Is someone crying in the background Harry?" asked future Dumbledore,concerned.

"Hermione." said Harry, glancing back at her again. She had her face buried in her hands now, and Ron was petting her shoulder awkwardly, as if it would help.

"Tell her and Ron not to worry, we will have our potions master and Popey work out an antidote to bring you back."

"Well, what are we supposed to do in the meantime?" said Ron, if possible even more red in the ears than before, at having a sobbing Hermione on his hands.

"I will assume since this year you will be taking your O.W.Ls, you will continue your studies for the time being."said future Dumbledore.

At this Hermione gave an extra little snuffle.

"Oh, I am sorry, but this may take some time, so I suggest you have a fun time in the year 1975. But I do advise you not to reveal anything about the future, this is very important, do you all understand?"

Harry looked over at the other two who nodded

"Yes."

"Good."

"My past self will get you everything you need." said Dumbledore assuringly. "I hope we will be in touch soon, but I must inform everyone, they are all quite worried." said future Dumbledore as a farewell, then the mirror only showed Harry his own reflection.

"You will need a cover story." said Dumbledore, placing the instrument back in the desk drawer.

"Pardon?" Hermione chocked looking up.

"Well, you cannot tell all the students that you simply fell into this time from the future." said Dumbledore, laughing slightly.

"I don't see how this is so bloody funny!" Harry snapped, then, instantly regretted it. After all, if he was in a different situation this would be really hilarious. Then for a second he remembered how hysterical Malfoy must be laughing right now. Ferret.

Dumbledore continued to smile while Hermione gave Harry dirty looks, very dirty looks.

"Shall we say you transfered from... Bauxbeutons?" said Dumbledore, nibbling a sweet, then offering them to everyone else in his presence.

Ron nodded, and reached in the tin, coming back out with a handful of brightly wrapped candies. Now he was back in territory he knew. Sugar.

"You have some robes, but I shall get you some more, along with school books, a few galleons and such... Mmm ...and I am sure I will get back to me on what your timetables are, soon enough."

"What house were you all in may I ask?" Dumbledore questioned.

"Gryffindor" said Harry with a sigh.

"Yes, and my apologies Mr. Weasley, Ms. Granger, but we already have Gryffindor prefects.

Hermione nodded and took off her pin, soon followed by Ron, who tucked his neatly in his pocket.

"I suggest you get off to your common room then, the password is Oceanography, and you can all start classes tomorrow, I trust I will have had the courtesy to get back to myself by then.. .good day." Dumbledore said nodding which meant they were excused.

They left his office in silence, the situation sinking in.

"We're going to get home, aren't we?" asked Ron.

"Of course we are." Hermione snapped, her hands reaching up to where her time turner one sat. She gasped.

"My time turners gone!" she exclaimed, stopping mid-step.

"That must be why we went back in..." Harry trailed off as a few curious first years passed.

"I have to go back and tell him what happened." she said. "Go ahead, I'll meet you in a few."

Neither men moved until Hermione had disappeared from sight. Then, they turned and began slowly walking up to the seventh floor, taking the usual shortcuts along the way.

"What year did Dumbledore say this was?" asked Ron as they neared the fat lady.

Harry shrugged, not really paying attention to what his friend was saying.

"Oceanography." Ron muttered.

Before they got to climb inside, there was a loud cracking noise, which distracted them. Two boys came scampering around the corner, red in the face and obviously out of breath.

"RUN!" the taller of the men gasped.

Harry and Ron followed suit, as an angry, younger Filch chased them clear round the seventh floor were the disappeared into a hidden wall.

"That was close." one of the boys said.

"Lumos." whispered Harry, shining light around the small corridor they had disappeared into.

"New eh?" said the one, with dark brown hair and gray eyes ( may I just add here that he was incredibly h0t!)

"I'm Sirius, Sirius Black, or Padfoot." He said, nodding at the two.

"And I'm James Potter." said the other, who had untidy black hair and big, hazel eyes. He nodded at them as well.

"I'm Harry." gasped -well- Harry.

"Wow, you two look allot alike , you must be related!" Sirius said looking at them.

Ron laughed and Harry gave him a good kick in the knee.

"I'm Ron Weasley." he said while holding his injured leg.

"Well, what house are you all in, or have you been sorted yet?" James asked.

"We're in Gryffindor." said Ron, nudging Harry in the side.

"brilliant, where did you all come from then?" Sirius asked folding his arms.

"Beuxbeautans" answered Ron again, getting quite sick of Harry's silence.

"Hmm."

"Well, I'll show you to your common room then" said Sirius pleasantly.

James and Sirius filed out, and Ron had to give Harry a good shove to get him going after them.

Harry was just amazed at the idea of meeting his parents, talking to them, seeing them! And if his dad was here, so was his mom! Both his parents! And Sirius, too. And Remus. And ... PETER! Peter was here! Peter, the one who had slaughtered his family!

They came to the portrait of the fat lady.

"Oceanography." Sirius said bravely.

"Indeed."

They entered, the common room to find it the same as before pretty much, which Ron was grateful for anyways. Some things you just didn't want different, and the common room was definitely one of those things.

"What year you in?" asked James casually, shooting Harry strange looks.

"fifth." replied Ron, as Harry was still being all noiseless.

"Well then, so are we! Common, lets get you settled in then." said Sirius, clapping his hands together.

Ron grabbed Harry's arm, and dragged him upstairs behind them.

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Alright, so another chapter rewritten. And just for a bit of a warning, I'm adding more chapters too, so it might take a little while to sort it all out. Don't worry, shouldn't take too long.

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