Harry Potter opened his eyes two days later to find himself soaked in sunlight, and lying in a mound of white sheets and pillows. He groaned. How had he ended up in the Hospital Wing?

And then someone came in and walked towards his bed. It was an elderly man, wearing long blue robes. He had a flowing beard and a crooked nose, on which rested a pair of half-moon spectacles.

No! It couldn't be! Harry's eyes began to well up with tears. DUMBLEDORE!

"Ah!" said Dumbledore. "And you must be the boy Miss Evans told me of! I am Professor Albus Dumbledore, and you are?"

"Professor!" Harry croaked. "Professor what happened!"

Dumbledore smiled kindly. "I was about to ask you the same question."

"Snape got away!" Harry rushed, tears dripping down his face. "SNAPE GOT AWAY! HOW COULD YOU EVER HAVE TRUSTED HIM!"

Dumbledore looked shocked. "Excuse me–" the old professor paused. Dangling out of the boy's pocket was a glint of gold.

"Would you hand me what's in your pocket for a moment?" Dumbledore asked.

"Sure, Professor. It's just Hermione's necklace, though..."

"Ah. A time turner. Well, this does explain a lot." Dumbledore murmured.

"WHAT!" Harry exclaimed. "Professor, have I gone back in time!"

"SH! Yes, child, you have. Though you know me, I know not of you. Except that obviously you are the future son of Mr. James Potter." Dumbledore nodded at Harry.

"Wha—?"

"The year is 1979," Dumbledore interrupted. "Do not tell me or anyone of the events of the future. It could be catastrophic." His voice was somewhat harsh. Harry frowned.

"Is my dad here? Is Sirius here?" Harry asked hesitantly.

Dumbledore nodded. "Yes, yes they are. Though you mustn't speak with them or communicate with them in anyway!"

Harry looked aghast. He was in the same castle as his father and godfather, and he couldn't even say hello!

"But–"

"It would not do to become friends with your father, or who I presume is your godfather. Also, do not associate with your mother, whoever she may be." Dumbledore glanced knowingly at Harry's eyes. "What is your name, child?"

Harry sighed. "Harry. Harry Potter." He expected a spark of recognition from Dumbledore, but he got none.

Dumbledore sighed and shook his head. "I have sad news for you, Mr. Potter. As of this time, it is impossible to return you to your time. I will, however, begin working on it at at once. For the meantime, I will put you in a house and you will be a normal student."

"Wait, WHAT? I can't go back to the future?" Harry cried.

"I am afraid not, as of yet."

"Well, I was in Gryffindor back in my time."

"I do not doubt it, Mr. Potter. However, I don't think it would be wise to put you in a house with those you know so well in the future."

"WHAT? I'm a Gryffindor, though! What if I slipped up and accidently told someone I was a Gryffindor when I wasn't. Or accidently groaned when points were taken from Gryffindor? Old habits are hard to break, Professor. And it would look very suspicious if –"

"Very well!" Dumbledore cried. "You remain a Gryffindor, then! But heed my warning, Mr. Potter. You mustn't get close to anyone you know from the hereafter, or tell anyone even the smallest detail about their future. If you did, who knows what could happen?"