Disclaimer: I believe Sirius Black is alive. I cannot be JKRowling if I believe this, because it was she who 'killed' him. ('Killed' in inverted commas because he is not dead.) It follows that, if I am not JKRowling, then these characters aren't mine.

When Harry woke in the morning, he didn't know where he was. His bed was like the one at the Dursley's, but the bedroom was nothing like it, and he definitely wasn't in Hogwarts. But unlike other times when he woke up not knowing where he was, this time he felt contented, not panicked.

He lay back, trying to remember, the sun already streaming through his curtains.

'James! Is he up yet?' a voice called from downstairs.

Home! He was at home! He threw off the covers and jumped out of bed just as the bedroom door opened. An almost perfect replica of Harry's own head appeared around the corner.

'He's up!' shouted James, grinning at Harry. 'Your mum's got breakfast on the table -'

'I'll be right down,' said Harry.

As James's head retreated, Harry looked round the room and realised he had nothing to wear. Although they were technically his, he didn't feel comfortable wearing the other Harry's clothes and he wasn't sure if he should wear them.

He spied the robes he was wearing yesterday draped over a chair back. For safety, he decide to wear them. He pulled them over his head and ran downstairs.

Delicious smells of bacon and eggs were coming from the kitchen. Lily was stood at the cooker and James and Sirius were sat at the table. They all turned round when Harry walked in.

'You're up early!' joked Sirius. 'It's one o' clock!'

Lily gave him a Look. 'Ignore him, Harry, and sit down. These're nearly ready.'

Harry made his way to the table and sat down opposite James.

'Sleep well?' asked his father.

'Surprisingly well, actually,' said Harry. He didn't mention the happenings of yesterday; no one else had, and he didn't want to bring up the subject.

After they had all eaten breakfast - which had disappeared tremendously fast - the four were left, once again, sat at an empty table. Sirius leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms.

'Now,' he said, 'explanations. How did you come across that door?'

All three of them were looking at him, so he had no choice but to tell them.

'I was just going back to the Common Room from the library, but I must've taken a wrong turning somewhere; I was a bit preoccupied with the match on Sunday -'

'Match?' interrupted James, interested.

'Yeah,' said Harry. 'They made me Captain of the Gryffindor team in the summer. Probably to distract me from ...' He kicked himself. 'Well, anyway, I was thinking about the match and I wasn't paying any attention to where I was going and must have gone wrong somewhere. I went down one corridor, but it was a dead end. I opened a door at the end and there was a corridor behind it, so I walked along it and ... well, the rest you know.'

There was a silence. Until -

'They made you Captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch Team?' said James incredulously.

'Prongs!' said Sirius, exasperated. 'Can't you concentrate for one minute?'

'Yes,' replied James. 'But it's a big thing for a Potter to become Captain! This calls for a celebration!'

Lily placed a calming hand on her husband's arm.

'Later, James,' she said quietly. 'The fact that we have a son is a big thing, too.'

James relaxed, but Harry could see the pride shining out of his face. He was sure there was a hint from Lily and Sirius, too ...

'When did you leave Hogwarts, Harry?' asked Lily.

Harry was confused. 'Last night ...?'

'No, the date.'

'Oh ...' The first match of the season was the sixteenth ... 'The fourteenth of November.'

Lily thought for a moment. 'It's the fourteenth of August here, so it seems that you've swapped dimensions and travelled back in time. 3 months exactly.'

'But why?' wondered Harry aloud.

'Haven't got a clue, kid,' said Sirius. 'But stuff that. There are still things that need explaining -'

'Like how come you're Quidditch Captain!' said James excitedly.

It was Sirius's turn to turn the Look on him.

'Okay, okay,' he said, rolling his eyes at his friend. 'Like what you meant last night when you said we were dead.'

Harry frowned at him, thinking hard. How was he going to put this this without sounding too harsh?

'Okay,' he said finally. 'But it's quite gruesome.'

So he told them his story.

'Sixteen years ago, Voldemort came to our house, searching for me to kill me. But my parents in my world' - that didn't sound too ungrateful, did it? - 'wouldn't let him. He killed both of them. My dad first, and then my mum, because she wouldn't let him have me.'

He found that talking about his own parents in the third person made it less personal and easier to talk about.

'But Dumbledore told me in my first year at school that because she had died to protect me, Voldemort couldn't hurt me. I was sent to live with her sister, Petunia -'

'Hey!' interrupted Sirius. 'What about me?'

'Sirius!' admonished Lily.

'My mum died to save me,' Harry told him. 'So any blood relative of hers would also hold the same protection. And you're no relation to me in that way.

'Anyway, two months ago, Dumbledore told me that Voldemort wanted to kill me because he had a rival. Some who would be the only one with the power to kill him. Someone born at the end of July, and whose parents had escaped him three times. That could have meant either me or Neville Longbottom.'

Harry was so busy concentrating on telling his story, he didn't notice the glances exchanged by the adults.

'He should have waited to see who looked more dangerous, me or Neville. But he didn't. He chose me; and the one he chose would be marked as his equal. That's why I have this scar.'

Harry pushed his fringe up. This time he saw the three adults jump.

'What?' he asked them.

'Nothing,' said James, after a moment's pause.

Harry looked disbelieving, but Lily distracted him.

'Things are slightly different here,' she told him.

'I can see that,' he answered. 'Well, that's my story. What changed to make it so different here? How come I grew up with the three of you?'

James answered first. 'We got a tip-off,' he said. 'We've been very lucky. Someone told us Voldemort was after us, so we went into hiding; same as you, it seems. Then we were told he knew where we were, and we managed to get out just in time. For some reason, and no one knows why, Voldemort backed off. Completely. Until recently, there has been no sign of him. People reckoned he migrated to another country until he could get over the shock of being thwarted. There was rather a lot of publicity over his failure. Those last few years were terrible; the whole community scared witless ...'

'Yeah, I know about that. In my world, the night he attacked us he vanished, but he came back a year and a half ago.'

'But what about me?' said Sirius again.

'What about you, Padfoot?' said James, shrugging and then grinning.

Harry gave a sad smile. 'In June, Voldemort finally revealed himself and tried to steal the prophecy that spoke of his equal. The Ministry didn't believe he was back, and he didn't want to risk showing himself and shatter his disguise, so he lured me into the Department of Mysteries instead, by planting a vision in my head the Sirius was in there, and going to be killed. But the real Sirius came to rescue me and Bellatrix -'

He could say no more. He had tried to prevent thinking this much about it since June, and the pain it still caused him was immense. Even thought Sirius was sitting here in front of him.

But he didn't need to say any more; they understood.

'Bellatrix?' growled Sirius, sounding much more like Harry's Sirius. 'My cousin, Bellatrix Lestrange?'

Harry nodded. Sirius's mouth tightened. 'I'll kill her,' he hissed, jumping up from his chair.

'Sirius, be rational,' said Lily, holding onto his arm. 'This was your other self -'

Sirius was still fuming, but he lowered himself back into his seat.

The other three watched him expectantly, waiting for him to leap out of his chair again, and ready to stop him. He never did.

'Harry, there's still something I don't understand,' said James. 'Last night, you told us the Weasley twins gave you the Marauder's Map.'

'Yeah, Fred and George Weasley.'

They looked blank.

'You know, Molly and Arthur Weasley's sons? They gave it to me at school in my third year. Ron was fuming bec-'

He stopped at the sight of their faces.

'Harry,' said his mother. 'Arthur and Molly Weasley died twenty years ago.'

I know, I know, another cliffhanger! But they're fun! Well, this one wasn't, but y'know ...

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