Disclaimer: I don't own HP cause if I did there is NO WAY, I'd NEVER EVER kill Sirius Black!!! I mean she just HAD to mention how totally HOT he was and what a SEXY rebel he was running away and being all good when all his family where dark wizards and witches!!!!!!!! Aaaaaaaaaargh…and why did he get killed by his STUPID cousin???? Nope if I owned HP…Sirius would've grabbed Harry and flew away with his motorcycle!!! Heh heh…though the whole bit about being the first person to escape Azkaban was kinda sexy!
A/N: I really wish JK would do this in her next book…sent Harry back in time and all "sob"…I can't imagine reading the 6th book without Sirius Black in it…and how is Harry supposed to study and not fall behind after what happened to Sirius Black…his father and brother figure…anyway this fic is about how Dombledore sends Harry to study for his 6th year back in time…he'll explain it himself…ENJOY!!!!!!!!!
Another year at Hogwarts, Harry thought, I wonder what kind of misery this year is gonna bring. How many more friends am I gonna lose?
It had been months since Sirius' death, yet to Harry it was as though no time had passed. Every night he watched him fall, and saw it some more during the day. He'd be reading the newspaper and suddenly Sirius' face would flash before him; haunted grey eyes embedded in a face mingled with laughter and horror. Harry's wounds remained fresh and he felt so very emotionally exhusted. He had not splept properly once that summer and physically he felt just as frail. He sometimes wondered how he lived with a hole so wide inside of him, the hole that nothing seemed to fill up, not once nor ever. Other times he wondered if it was eating him up from inside and that in no time there would be nothing left of him, just an empty shell, hollow from the inside. It was those times that Harry woke up to find his pillow damp.
"Ouch!" Harry heard Hermione's squeal, and half realized he had stepped on her foot.
These days Harry was only half aware of things. He simply couldn't bare to let all of his surroundings sink in. He couldn't bare to recognise that Sirius was no more, that he was less than the shoes on his feet or the wooden wand in his pocket...that Sirius was now nothing.
"I wonder if Dumbledore has added extra security measures now that Voldemort is out in the open," Hermione said as the trio made their way towards the Great Hall, however they were suddenly stopped by a rather peculiar looking McGonagall.
"Professor Dumbledore would like a word with you three, it seems he has other plans for you this year-"
"ALL of us?"
"Yes Mr. Weasley, all of you. Now if you would all follow me into his office you will know shortly of what these plans are." With that McGonagall set off and after exchanging shocked looks, the trio scrammbled to catch up.
They walked in silence, though Harry suspected Ron and Hermione were exchanging meaningfull looks. He didn't feel like joining in and instead took upon himself to enjoy the silence. Harry didn't want to remember the last time he was in Dumbledore's office, he felt as though his wounds were still too fresh, that night seemed too close. As they walked towards his desk, Harry distinctly remembered his burning anger as he tried to rip, break, and destroy anything in his sight. He could also remember his desperate need to run, to keep running, and to never look back. Deep in his heart these feelings had never left. He would never get rid of the anger, the need to destroy anything close enough to reach. There was not one thing he owned that he hadn't imagined putting his fist through. There was not once when he looked at his firebolt and imagined flying off and away to a place where Sirius had never been and would not be missed. Harry only wondered how long he could resist all these mind consuming desires.
The desire to run was the hardest to overcome. It took every bit of his courage every single morning to not get up and blast a hole through his bedroom wall. To not get on his broom and get out and away. The task of living and going through everything just like before, as though Sirius had never existed, was by far the hardest thing he had done in his life. The deep hole inside of him was mighty hard to ignore. He often wondered if he could ever move on. Perhaps if he were to go to a place where there would be no reminders or if he ran forever...would then the pain grow dull?
"Harry, you cannot run. It will always catch up. These things follow faster than you can possibly take flight. It will be waiting for you at your new destination, wherever that may be." Harry who had resolved to keep his eyes focused on the headmaster's beard, was surprised to hear him speak. Out of the corner of his eyes he watched McGonagall removing herself from the office and knowing what was to come, he lowered his eyes, now intently watching Dumbledore's desk "you must accept it in order to heal, even though the pain will never really disappear."
"But how can I accept? This was all my fault. He gave me the mirrors…if only I could…" Harry felt just as hepless as he sounded. The what ifs were by far the worst.
"Well Harry we may not always be completely aware of our own full capabilities," Dombledore said simply. His voice was so gentle and tinkling that Harry's eyes shot up to meet his, "I, however, have some idea of my ability. I am going to use some of my resources to give you a treat, something I am sure you will appreciate more than any other. You have much coming for you in the future. I could not stop myself from giving you this as almost a last meal. I hope you don't mind being seperated from your fellow Gryffindors for this school year."
"What do you mean sir?" Hermione asked, exchanging bewildered looks with Ron.
"Harry has dealt with much these past years. He is deeply scarred and I doubt he is focused enough on school works, not as much as he should be. understandable considering what you've gone through, Harry, but you must know that more than ever, magical learning is crucial to your destiny. I simply cannot have you fall behind, and I would be more than glad to help you move on ahead farther. After much consideration I have realized the only way to assure you'll learn what you need to and more, I'll have to send you away—"
"Where?" Ron asked sounding horrified, Harry however felt…relieved. Nothing would serve him better than somewhere else. Nothing felt better than a break from normal.
"Magical learning really doesn't change much through time, so I'm going to sent Harry back 19 years in time…to when his parents where in their 6th year as well. I've thought this over many times and am pretty sure we can all agree with Harry having an easier time studying surrounded by excellent students, as well as people he loves dearly. Now Harry though I know you will never, I must still warn you not to tell them anything about the future and let the explanation lie with me, tell them that you attended Beaubatons, and for reasons you do not know, your parents and I agreed to sent you to Hogwarts."
"W-WHAT!!!" Harry was sure he hadn't heard him right…did Dumbledore just say he was gonna sent him back in time???
"But Harry I need you to promise me that this isn't going to be a vacation, it will have it's privileges for you, but you've got to keep in mind that you are there to study your hardest and try to learn as much as you can from your company," Dumbledore said all this looking very stern.
"Of-of course," Harry said and watched as Dumbledore faced formed a smile. Sending Dumbledore a nod, Harry felt for the first time in a very long time, his heart swelling with happiness.
"Now, Ms. Granger and Mr. Weasley, what is it going to be? Am I right in believing you will be most pleased to accompany Harry for your whole 6th year in Hogwarts, exactly 19 years previous to now?" Both Ron and Hermione nodded enthusiastically, making Harry's grin widen and Dumbledore to beam brightly at them.
Without saying another word, Dombledore got up took out a beautiful mini-pot made entirely from gold and tapped it 19 times, before muttering something Harry couldn't quite hear, and suddenly a golden mist appeared above it.
"I've decided to place you in your good friends' dormitory. It is so you wouldn't be confronted by a great number of unfamiliar Gryffindores at once. So now place your hands in the gold mist," Dombledore ordered and when they did he waved his wand once and everything turned black.
Harry couldn't believe it when he suddenly saw a dormitory much like his own instead of the headmasters' office. He turned to Hermione grinning and saw that was staring ahead looking throughoutly mortified. Turning his head to match her line of view, Harry soon realized that they were not alone. Oh no, there he was, the younger version of Sirius. Now in most cases Harry would have been glad to see him, but now…he felt as though it would be best if the 3 of them could just disappear on the spot.
Sure there was Sirius, alive, healthy, young, handsome…and shirtless. Here was a 16-years-old Sirius Black, making out almost viciously with a slim dark hair girl. Harry stood there frozen watching as his godfather pulled away and ripped the girl's shirt off sending buttons flying. But that wasn't all; suddenly a curly haired blond appeared getting off his bed…naked. She wrapped her arms around his waist, pushing herself against his back and seemed to lead him back towards the bed.
"We shouldn't be here," whispered a very red Hermione.
Harry nodded in reply, he himself just as rich a shade of crimson, and looked around at Ron who looked torn between watching the two girls and wanting to run off and hide underneath one of the beds, "Harry, what are we gonna do?"
But Harry couldn't speak, of all the times…why had they arrived just when THIS was happening? How are we going to get out of this??? Yeah more like ARE we going to get out of this, Harry thought irritably, but before he could move on with his thoughts the dormitory door burst open. The loud bang started the swarming threesome, making Sirius pull away and come off the bed to greet the intruders. The girls soon dissappeared behind crimson curtains as the trio ducked behind the curtained bed, farthest from the door.
"Padfoot what do you think curtains are for?" came Harry's dad's voice.
"At least he kept them off the floor, remember last year just before Easter-"
"I try not to. Thanks alot, Moony."
"Sorry mate," Sirius said grinning as he made his way towards his three friends, "didn't think you guys were gonna come up so early."
"Had to," Remus said looking as though he was holding back from laughing, "Evans was smoking…literally!"
"No way! You actually went through with that?" Sirius snorted.
"Yup, she seemed mad and all, but you could so see her eyes dancing with suppressed laughter," this time Sirius wasn't the only one who had snorted.
"He just went up to her in front of everyone and said, "Man, Evans you're smokin' hot!" and she's all glaring and trying to ignore him, and he is like "No really!!!" and we all decided to run for it!" Remus told Sirius who by now had doubled over with laughter. It seemed pranking Lily was a frequent habbit of the Marauders.
They chatted for only a short while more before Sirius bid them goodnight and made his way back to his bed. The other three too bid their own goodnights and began to rip off their clothes. Harry felt Hermione's cold sweaty hand tighten around his arm and realized that they'd have to step out of the shadows soon, if not now.
"What's up with the two new beds in our dormroom?" Remus asked, making everyone stop dead in their tracks and turn to the trio's corner, who could not have asked for better timing.
"Uh…it's because of us," Harry said loudly stepping out from where they had crouched hidden, and into the light.
For a few seconds no one moved and the trio used this as encouragment to move on farther down to the middle of the room. But then, with the suddeness of water exploding through a dam; Peter gave a squeak and jumped under his bedcovers, Remus pulled up his pants with a soft cry, James fell back onto his bed, and Sirius just stood there with his jaw a good inch or two bellow where it had been.
"HOLLY SHIT!!!" said Sirius, after a second or two of moving his lips soundlessly, "whose your twin Prongs???
"My twin?" James now got up and watched Harry's face, squinting his eyes.
Both James and Sirius made their way towards the trio and briefly stared at the other two before turning to Harry and back to eachother to exchange astonished looks. They kept blinking as though wondering if they were imagining things and moved their mouths soundlessly at the other. Finally identical grins were formed on their faces and after touching him to make sure he was solid, sound was ignited from their moving lips.
"You know what this means," James said with a wild glint in his hazel eyes.
"Your parents have been keeping you away from your twin because...he is evil?" Sirius' voice sounded rather dreamy.
"And now he has come to kill me and take my place!"
"Not before turning your life into hell though. He wants revenge for his suffering."
"Yeah...humiliate and torture me. Heh he, this could all be for the best. Lily is a girl, she is bound to fall for the whole victim thing. Come to my aid with hugs and kisses..."
"I wouldn't hold my breath mate."
"Um…" Hermione looked a little unnerved at watching two 16 years olds acting like 6 years olds…never the less one of them being the guy she knew as Harry's godfather.
"Well at least now we know neither of you grew up over the summer," said Remus with a small grin. He proceeded to make his way towards the trio and looked as though he was about to shake hands with them, "don't mind them. They're not as big of a freaks as they seem. They're just a little excited, that's all."
"It's alright," said Ron who looked very excited, obviously thinking highly of the Marauders however nutty they were.
"Great…so now who are you?" Remus asked still looking politely bewildered.
"We're…well we're from Beaubatons," Harry said turning pink a little, when he saw that his answer was not satisfactory, as the three marauders were still looking at him with raised brows (Peter watched on from his bed).
"Beaubatons? But you're not French-"
"You don't have to be anything to go overboard Prongsie. My cousin Bella begged her parents to let her go to Durmstrange and she could have you know. Just a matter of choice really."
"I guess you could transfer too then," James nodded at the trio, but Sirius shook his head.
"Not normally. There has to be a very good reason for both headmasters to allow such a drastic change in a student's education," he now turned to Harry, "was there?"
Hermione answered before Harry had even opened his mouth, "we assume so but our parents, Madam Maxim, and Dumbledore have refused to discuss it with us," Hermione said, and this time something strange happened, a dark look seemed to pass Sirius, James and Remus' faces. They exchanged grim looks before either of them spoke.
"Let me guess," Sirius said coldly, "Voldemort has got it in for your families and they want to keep you all safe?"
"Yeah," Harry said almost truthfully, looking down. It happened so suddenly, the pain of losing Sirius passed through him; he wanted to threw up.
"Hey, sorry mate," Sirius said looking horrified at Harry, "I-I…forget it…so come on get on your beds, you all look exhausted!"
Harry and Ron made their way to their beds at the end of the room, Harry chose the one beside his dad. Hermione had muttered something about going off to look for the room with the sixth year girls and made her way to the door as Harry kicked off his shoes and socks. But no sooner had he got under his covers or Hermione wrapped her hand around the doorknob when the dormitory door burst open. Harry could see a silhouette of a girl stood at the doorway, and though he was too far to see her face he could very much feel the fury radiating off of her.
Harry watched as his dad grinned and got off his bed, and as Harry had expected James' right hand quickly moved to his hair, messing it up even more.
"Hey Evans, you wanna join us," Sirius motioned to his bed.
"You're a pig Black. I would have a nice choice of words for you, but I'll be too busy delivering them to the slimier git between you too." Lily now marched into their room and stopped in front of James Jabbing him in the chest with her pointed index finger. Sirius didn't retaliate and instead disappeared behind his curtain winking at James.
"What did I do?" James failed miserably in his attempt to look innocent.
"Don't even get me started, I came here to warn you if you pull another—" she stopped in her tracks as she noticed the trio and the two extra beds, "What is this? A sleepover?"
"If that's what you wanna call it," James said, and Harry realized that she hadn't noticed his face too clearly in the dark.
"Anyways, Potter, You try to act all smart and cool on me one more time, you're dead!!! I may be a girl but I can play dirty-" Lily caught on to how her words could be interpreted and stopped in her tracks, glaring at a smirking James for good measures, "Just leave me alone Pothead."
"Anything you say Evans," James said, "you know you can stop all this if only you agree to go out with me!"
"Right, like that'll ever happen." Lily turned back and made her way to the door, pausing only at the sight of Hermione, "I'm guessing the extra bed in my dorm is for you."
"Um," Hermione looked a bit off guard to hear such a pleasant soft voice from Lily after the cold one she'd been using a second ago, but nodded gratefully and turned to leave with her.
About five minutes later Harry was trying his hardest to sleep with all the emotions and junk in his brain when he heard James' voice as he told Sirius off for forgetting the Silencing Charm AGAIN!