A/N: This is the rest of the chapter that I would have written yesterday if I had the time. Enjoy!

Chapter 8

Harry headed back to the Great Hall. Remus had told him that there was a counter charm that would bring him back to the future, but it wasn't in the book. He promised he'd keep looking, though. At least they knew what they were dealing with.

However, this just complicated things more. Harry looked around the room, scanning for people who seemed out of place. Somewhere around here, there was someone else from 1996.

He shook his head and made his way over to the Slytherin table. If they were like him, they were hiding what they were. Even if he couldn't change the future, it was too dangerous to just go blabbing around that he was Harry Potter. He wasn't stupid enough not to realize that there were Death Eaters around in this time too who would like nothing better than to see him dead.

Sitting down at the table, Harry smiled at his friends, only to lose it a moment later when he noticed the frowns on their faces.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"You haven't heard what's happened?" Lelia looked up from a copy of the Daily Prophet she was reading over Lex's shoulders.

"No. What is it?" Wordlessly, Lex passed him the paper. Harry's eyes widened as he read.

Terror Strikes the Wizarding World: Is This The Rise of Another Dark Lord?

'What the ...' Harry gasped in disbelief. He inspected the rest of the article, snatches of it jumping out of the page at him.

'Mysterious attack last night'

'A hundred Muggles turned up dead, not a mark on them'

'Appears to be the work of the Avada Kedavra curse'

'Have the Death Eaters returned to action or is this the marking of a new threat, a new period of terror?'

"Merlin," Harry gulped, his breath hitching as he read the last line of the article.

"Yeah," Jabez nodded. "My thoughts exactly."

"Hello, Harry," greeted Lupin, opening the door to his guest chambers. "What's up?"

Harry entered and shoved the paper into Remus' hands. The werewolf paled and sat down on the couch. Hard.

"Oh, no."

"I guess we know who came back in time with me."

"It can't be." He looked up at Harry pleadingly. "Right?"

"Look at the bottom of the page," he said softly.

'The only clue to who caused this terrible disaster was a note on the wall of one of the houses: Kill the Spares'

"So?" Remus asked, finishing the sentence.

"That's what He said. Right before he killed one of my classmates." There was no need to ask who he was. Harry looked at Remus, his face sorrowful. "We need to find that counter charm. And fast."

Remus scoured over books, back hunched, rubbing his eyes, while Harry paced around the room. He was too anxious to sit down.

'This is all my fault. Some how I get myself transported to the past and I bring Riddle with me to cause havoc and destruction. Way to go, Harry.'

"It's not your fault, Harry," spoke up Remus from the table. Harry jumped. He hadn't realized he said that out loud. "You didn't 'get' yourself transported here. Someone brought you here. It's their fault. And, plus, you don't know that they were trying to bring you here. Their goal might have been to bring Voldemort here all along."

"Well, that's uplifting," he said sarcastically.

Remus gave him a stern look. "Knock it off. I was trying to be all adult and wise."

Harry snorted and turned around. A small picture on the mantle caught his eye. He examined it closer. His father, Sirius, and Remus grinned back up at him. Then he noticed the trend. All of the pictures were of the Marauders. There was even some of him as a baby there. He didn't even hear Remus come up behind him as he ran his hand along the glass of the picture.

"You can have it if you want," Remus said quietly.

"Thanks." He smiled weakly at Remus, who looked at him concerned.

"Go back to your dorm, Harry. You've been here for," He checked his watch. "Four hours."

"Alright. Good night, Remus."

"Pleasant dreams, Harry."

Harry went up the stairs to his room, arriving there before any of his roommates got back. Sitting on the bed, he stared at the picture.

A tear dripped from his eye for the first time in months. "Hey, Sirius. Wish you were here."

It was times like these when he really missed his godfather. He just knew that Sirius would find the humor in this situation if he was here. There was no one he would rather be stuck in the past with than –

Harry stood up abruptly, the frame dropping to the floor, the glass shattering.

None of that mattered anymore.

Sirius was alive!