Disclaimer: You know, this is really annoying…writing over and over that you don't own it, even though it's quite obvious. Anyways, don't own it…HP that is.

Authors Notes: I really don't know what Mrs. Potter and Mr. Potter's first names are, so basically I gave them names. Karen is Mrs. Potter and Michael is Mr. Potter. I thought of two ways to unfold/end this chapter, but I liked this one better…Also, thanks to everyone who reviewed! I was so awesome to wake up and find 14 or so reviews for this story! Okay, on to the story!

August 28, 2005

Time Slip

Chapter Three:

Truth Be Told

They both just stared at each other, Sirius more or less just taking in the James imposter, trying to figure something out. Suddenly Sirius' eyes narrowed and he whipped out his wand and pointed it at Harry. "Who the bloody fuck are you? If you are a deatheater trying to impersonate James, you didn't do a very good job…"

Harry sighed. 'How am I going to explain this…it's not like I can go "Oh, hullo dear Sirius, I am most definitely not James, though I am his son and Lily's. Yupe, that's right, Lily Evans. Hmm? You didn't know? That's because I am from the future and I am your Godson because that stupid rat Peter killed them and blamed you…then you fall behind a veil and LEAVE ME!" Ya…can't very well say that…'

He sighed again and Sirius laughed hollowly. "What? Don't have an answer deatheater?"

Harry looked at him. "Well, if you're going to kill me, why haven't you done so yet?" Sirius' eyes went wide and his mouth opened but nothing came out. After a moment, Sirius' eyes kind of glazed over and he started to sway. Harry's heart speed up and he put his hand out to steady him, but Sirius pulled away.

"I'm fine…you should be more concerned about yourself."

Harry glared at him. "You're dense…how are you going to kill me if you are practically dead yourself? Please, just let me heal you…"

Sirius glared right back. "Oh, and I am suppose to believe you? You didn't even get James' image right…you aren't the brightest deatheater in the lot, are you? I think Voldemort must just want you dead…"

Harry was debating whether to start hitting his head against the wall or just immobilize Sirius and heal him without having to have to listen to him bicker. Neither of those prevailed. Instead he sighed and said, "Will you just shut up and let me heal you?"

"No."

"Bloody stubborn bastard, aren't you?"

"Yes I am."

"Really, if I was going to hurt you, don't you think I would've done it by now, seeing as that you are injured?"

They glared at each other, both trying to get the other one to back down. After what seemed like hours, Sirius grabbed his stomach and fell to his knees, trying hard not to puke or cry. Harry rushed over just in time to move Sirius' hair before he puked. When Sirius had finished, he pushed Harry away and stood up on shaky legs. "I don't need your bloody help deatheater."

"Harry."

"What?"

"That's my name, so use it and I am going to help you if you like it or not, so the only thing I have to say is if you don't let me heal you willingly, I will immobilize you and do it that way."

Sirius glared at him for a moment then sighed. "Fine. May as well die from a stranger deatheater then my mother's hands."

"I am not going to kill you" Harry said and then muttered "and your mother isn't going to either…"

"What?"

"Nothing just shut up." And for once Sirius did. Harry stared murmuring spells and had healed everything but the nasty cut before Sirius said anything.

"You really don't want me dead, do you?"

"No."

"Are you related to the Potters?"

"You could say that…" And with that said, Harry finished off Sirius' injuries.

Sirius eyed him. "How are you related? You look like you could pass as his brother."

Harry thought quickly. He really couldn't tell the truth, because Sirius would just think him nuts and send him to the Wizards loony ben, even though rubber walls sound like fun, he wasn't about to just give up Sirius again. But, if he said he was a cousin, Sirius would ask James about him and then Sirius or any of them wouldn't trust him…So, it came down to this: Tell the truth or make up one heck of a believable lie…grrr…the truth had to be told…

Harry sighed, frustrated. Sirius looked at him. "What? You can't even explain how you are related to them? You didn't even say if your last name was Potter or not…by the way, which school did you go too? You sound English and you look about my age, so you probably went you Hogwarts, but I've never seen you there before. And I think I would've met a relative the looks so much like James by now…"

Harry gave Sirius a very annoyed look. "I am trying to figure out how to explain it…" Sirius gasped and Harry glared. "What?"

"Did Michael cheat on Karen? Are you James half-brother that had to be hid from view, so no one would know? Or are you James evil twin brother that had to be locked away?" Harry looked at him with a really weird expression. When Sirius just gave an innocent look, Harry couldn't help but burst out laughing. "What?" Sirius asked innocently. "It's a very logically answer for your existence."

Harry raised his eyebrow. "Yes, a very logical explanation." He replied sarcastically.

Sirius glared at him. "Well then, why don't you inform me of who you really are?" The other boy looked like he was having an inner debate with himself and it was Sirius' turn to sigh. "Harry, I'm a wizard. I will believe almost anything."

"Sirius, the thing I am about to tell you, a wizard wouldn't believe."

"Try me."

Harry sighed. "Fine…but don't say I didn't warn you." Harry took a deep breath then said, "I am…" He paused and looked at Sirius. "I am Harry Potter and I am…" Pause. "I am a distant cousin that really isn't that associated with James."

Sirius looked at him. "And that's bloody it? I thought you were going to have some extravagant story…so, if that is the case, where did you go to school?"

"I was home schooled." he replied quickly.

"Why?"

"My family was paranoid." That part wasn't exactly a lie…The Dursley's were a very paranoid lot.

"Why?"

"Because they were freaked about Voldemort." Which also wasn't a lie. He just left out the fact that they were paranoid about ALL wizards.

"But," Sirius said surprised, "Your family must have been really crazy. Hogwarts and Dumbledore is the safest place in the whole wizarding world."

'Not true…' Harry thought sadly. His sadness must have shown on his face, because Sirius said, "Oi, I'm sorry…I didn't mean anything bad by it…I didn't mean to make you sad…I am stupid sometimes and I say things before I think."

Harry looked up at Sirius and smiled. "It's alright…I think that all the time too."

Sirius sighed then frowned. "You mean you think I am stupid?"

"No, I meant that they were crazy."

"Oh." He smiled and Harry's heart speed up notch or two. "Well, I don't mean to sound paranoid, but I rather have the Potters tell me that you really are who you say you are…though I feel like I can trust you, but feelings can be deceiving sometimes."

Harry gulped but nodded. 'This really is going to turn out interesting…' Harry thought as Sirius grabbed him by the wrist again and dragged him off to meet his father…