A/N: Much thanks to pyro420 for catching a mistake I missed.

Chapter 7

The next morning dawned bright and clear, and it showed that Remus was true to his word: there was a trunk lying at the end of his bed. Harry shook his head; how Remus did this he would never know. But the man wasn't a Marauder for nothing.

Harry slowly opened the lid of the trunk and pulled out some robes.

"Morning, Zach," Jabez yawned from his bed by the door. "I didn't hear you come in last night." He raised an eyebrow suggestively.

"I went for a walk," Harry said, rolling his eyes. "Alone."

"Good morning all." Lex came out of the bathroom, towel drying his head.

Jabez wrinkled his nose. "You're already showered? It's 7 a.m."

"Well, some of us don't wallow away the morning."

"It's not wallowing, it's sleeping," replied Harry. He picked up his clothes and made his way over to the door. He stopped and turned. "Wait, what classes do we have today?"

"Potions and Transfiguration. We have the afternoons off because of the convention." He glanced at his watch. "And they start in forty-five minutes, so if you want breakfast … "

"I want an essay on the properties of Restorative Potions tomorrow morning. You're dismissed," Professor Snape called out and there was a rustling of books and a banging of cauldrons. "Oh, Mr. Harrison. Please stay after class. I'd like a word with you."

"Yes, Professor?" Harry asked once the room was clear.

"Have a seat, Mr. Harrison." Harry complied. They were silent for a few minutes.

"Er, Professor?" Harry looked at him puzzled as Snape stared out into space. "I'm going to be late for Transfiguration."

Severus shook himself out of his thoughts. "I'm sorry, Mr. Harrison. I just wanted to … touch base with all my new Slytherins. Are you enjoying your stay in Hogwarts so far?"

Harry shrugged. "Sure. It's a nice place."

"It must be a huge adjustment for you."

He looked confused for a second before his face cleared. "Ah, different from home school? Yeah, a bit."

Severus mentally noted down the confusion. "Well, if you have any questions, my office is always open." He scribbled down a note for McGonagall. "Here."

"Thanks, Professor. I might take you up on that."

"Can I talk to you for a moment, Zachary?" Harry smiled as he saw Remus coming up to him.

"Sure." He turned to his friends. "I'll catch up later, alright?" They entered the Hall without him and Harry turned back to Remus. "So what's up?"

He waved a book that was in his hand. "I think I might have found an answer to your problem."

Harry's eyes widened and he dragged the older man by the arm, pulling him into an empty classroom. He locked the door behind him.

"A bit eager, aren't we?" Remus laughed, causing Harry to scowl slightly. The werewolf just smirked and opened the book. "Now, this is the most plausible explanation I could find, but I've only been looking for a day. Plus, this does raise some more questions."

Harry gripped the book and read:

In rare cases, time travel can be induced by a memory. In these instances, someone in the 'past' time must cast the spell, having knowledge of an event that is to occur in the 'future'. Then, any 'future' persons who were involved with this event will then be transported to the 'past' person's time period.

However, there is a catch. As it is a person in the 'past' that is provoking the occurrence, it will not disrupt the path time has taken to get to the future. The time-travelers can not change the past. When they are returned to their rightful time, the people of the 'past' will forget what happened until time meets again.

"What does this mean?" Harry asked as soon as he finished reading.

"It means," said Remus, taking the book back and closing it. "That you aren't the only one here, Harry. And that someone from 1986 brought you here. Someone who knew what was going to happen in your life before it happened. Oh, and that you don't have to Obliviate me at all."