Disclaimer: You know the drill…don't own Harry Potter or any other related stuff. It all belongs to the wonderful J.K. Rowling, who, without her brilliance, I would never have thought of this story…All praise J.K. Rowling…bows "I am not worthy!"…Totally sorry, I don't know what came over me…please just read and ignore the author's lack of sanity…

Time Slip

Chapter Two:

Black Times

As Harry awoke to darkness he tried to blink away the dots that greet him in his eyelids. He rubbed his head, thinking whatever that brilliant light was, it had given him the worse migraine he had ever had the displeasure of experiencing. And worse yet, he highly doubted he would ever be able to see right again. "Bloody stupid light…evil annoying house…" Harry muttered as he stood up and brushed himself off. He looked up to see that the door was closed. He shrugged and opened the door he didn't remember closing.

As he turned the knob and opened the door, he closed his eyes and groaned to the bright light that was on the other side. "Evil…" he muttered as he walked out of the closet and closed the door. When his eyes adjust to the light, he realized that it was morning time. 'Wow…I must have slept in there the whole night…wonder if they sent out search parties?' He just shook his head and walked down the hall, really not paying attention…again. (He's really making a bad habit out of this, isn't he?)

When he turned one of the corners he tripped over something and landed face down on the rug. He turned his head and glared at whatever tripped him. His eyes went from looking annoyed to looking confused. 'Since when was that there?' he thought to himself as he pushed himself off from the rug. Lying in the middle of the floor was a really strange looked stick type thing. As he went over to look at the offending object, his eyes went even wider. 'That looks like a torture device…Kreacher must have dragged it out…' Harry sighed and picked it up. 'Stupid house elf…'

He started walking again, carrying the creepy torture device, heading towards his room, so he could get ready for breakfast…or lunch, which ever happened to be happening at the moment. His mouth started to water at the thought of eating Mrs. Weasley's home cooking. He was really hungry for some reason.

He was smiling until he turned down the hall towards his room and heard someone yelling. 'Is that coming from my room?' Harry thought as he walked farther down and realized it wasn't coming from his room…it was coming from Sirius'! Harry's heart speed up with anger and confusion as he ran down the hall to his Godfathers room. He dropped the torture device and grabbed his wand from his pocket. He wondered angrily who would go into Sirius' room and be yelling.

When he got to the door he throw it open, wand at hand, ready to throw a curse at the offender. What he wasn't ready for was a woman with coal black hair screaming her head off and swinging her hands wildly. The woman turned her icy blue glare from the ground to the door. "Who the bloody fuck are you? What the HELL are you doing in MY house!" she screamed as she pulled out her wand and aimed it Harry. He recognized the woman, but he couldn't believe it…that person couldn't be who he thought it was…it was bad enough to have her as freakin' screaming portrait. As she was about to send a curse his way, a figure came running out. The black blur grabbed Harry by his wrist and pulled him fast down the hall.

Harry heard running footsteps from behind him and heard the woman scream, "TRAITOR! GET YOUR BLOODY ARSE BACK HERE WITH HIM!" She sent a curse they're way, but it missed and blew up one of the objects littering the hall. Some of the pictures were muttering as Harry was pulled down the stairs, but he really wasn't paying attention to them. His mind was on the woman up stairs…'It couldn't be her…it couldn't be Mrs. Black…'

The person dragging him pulled towards the door, but when they were about to escape a funny looking creature with huge ears got in the way. The person stopped so suddenly that Harry ran into their back. The funny looking little creature sneered at them. "Stop right there you mudblood traitor…you're mother wants you…"

The person growled. "Move your bloody arse or I will remove it for you Kreacher…" Harry recognized the voice, but didn't have much time to think it over as the boy ahead of him started tugging him again. He pushed Kreacher out of the way, opened the door, and dragged the out.

They kept running until they were at least three blocks away from the house. They stopped and the boy ahead of him bent over, hands of knees, and started to take deep breaths. This gave Harry time to look at him. The young man was about the same age, but slightly taller and slightly tanner. His shoulders looked broader and he looked like he had more muscles, but not huge ones. He was wearing a white t-shirt that was cut off from the bottom and the sleeves and black leather pants. His features looked aristocratic and he had sweat and blood come off his face. Harry's took in the bruised cheeks, the bruise arms, the busted lip, and the nasty cut that was on his forehead and frowned. Harry stepped forward and lightly put his hands on the other mans face. The other man jerked away and glared at Harry with ice blue eyes, so much like the screaming woman.

Harry opened his mouth and to say something but the other man cut him off. "What the bloody hell do you think you were doing Potter?"

Harry's eyes went wide and he said, "Siri-" but the he got cut off again.

"No! I told you that I was fine and that you shouldn't come over Potter!" he growled and pulled at his hair. "God Prongs! Why didn't you listen? You could've listened for once you stupid stag, but NOOO! God damn it! You could've gotten hurt!"

"OH and YOU weren't?" Harry couldn't help but shout back at the man he now knew was his Godfather…just younger. He really didn't know how this happened, except it had to do with last night, the bright light, and his head ache which was getting worse by the minute.

Younger Sirius glared even more, grabbed Harry by the shoulders, and started shaking him. "It doesn't matter about me! I'm used to it, but I was so freakin' scared when I saw you at the door James…" Suddenly, he stopped shaking Harry and stared in his emerald green eyes…not hazel.

He stepped back and said in a quiet voice, "You're not James…"

Authors Notes: Hehe! I am so happy! I just wanted to get to 'You're not James…' part! I know what I am going to write next, but this just makes me happy. What also make me happy are all the people who review to me and say such wonderful things! This is my first non-one-shot story…don't really know what is going on in the middle chapters, but I figure that out on the way, but do know how this is going to end! I love you people who review! I am a freakin' idiot...I put this in the wrong story at first...I am totally sorry...