Harry's Point of View

I left as Draco had told me to, but I didn't know where to go. I kept questioning myself about whether or not my parents were actually alive. What about Sirius? And was Lupin really dead? I decided I needed to write someone a letter. I walked towards the Owlery. It was rather cold out but I didn't care. I needed to write this letter. I decided I would write to Sirius because, in my mind, he was the one I knew. I didn't know my parents and if Lupin really was dead… I didn't want to think about that. Hedwig would know where to find Sirius, if he was alive.

When I got there, Hedwig was nowhere to be found. I was debating whether or not to use a school owl when someone came in behind me. I turned slowly and saw a girl who was a few years younger than me. "Hi, Harry."

"Hi," I answered, not knowing who she was.

"What are you doing?"

"Looking for Hedwig," I replied, wondering why she was questioning me.

"Hedwig?"

"My owl."

"Your owl's name isn't Hedwig. It's Haden. And he's right there," the girl said, pointing at a small brown owl sleeping a few feet behind me.

"What? That's not my owl. My owl's white and her name is Hedwig," I said, starting to get annoyed with this girl. Who did she think she was? She didn't even know me.

"Harry, are you feeling alright? Hermione said you were acting strange today."

"Did she? Who are you anyway?"

"Who am I? You really must be sick. Why don't I take you to the Hospital Wing?"

"I'm not sick. Who the hell are you?" I yelled.

"Only your sister," she answered, storming away.

My sister. I don't have a sister. What the hell is she talking about? I had to write this letter to Sirius, even if I had to use this strange owl, Haden.

Sirius:

This might sound weird, but are you alive? And are my parents alive? And is Professor Lupin really dead? Do I really have a sister? What's her name if she's really my sister? I can't remember anything. My whole life is a big blur. Things I thought were my life are different and all my memories aren't memories anymore. I'm really confused. That's all I know. I had these weird flashes and Draco Malfoy was in a bunch of them. Why would he be there?

Harry

P.S. This isn't my owl. Where's Hedwig?

My letter didn't really make sense, but I sent it anyways. I tied the parchment to the owl's foot and watched him fly away until I could no longer see him. It was dark, but I wasn't tired. I walked down the steps slowly and, when I got to the bottom, I just stood there.

I heard footsteps coming closer a few minutes later. I didn't want whoever it was to see me, but they already had.

"Potter!" I looked up and saw Draco walking towards me.

"What do you want, Malfoy?"

"This girl came up to me and told me you were acting strange. She said she was worried about you and told me to come see if you were alright. She said you were here. Apparently I know her, but I had no clue who she was."

"She told me she was my sister."

"Your sister?

"Yes. That's what she told me. I don't know what's going on."

"Start acting normal so people stop asking me to help you. I don't want to help you."

"Why are you here then?"

"She wouldn't stop pounding on my door," he answered, sounding really annoyed.

"Sorry." Before I could say anything else, an owl landed on my shoulder. It held out its leg and I took the attached scroll. The owl flew away as soon as the scroll was off.

"What's that?"

"A letter."

"Obviously, Potter. You're really a fucking genius."

Ignoring Malfoy, I opened the letter.

Harry

Are you alright? Of course I'm alive. As well as your parents. Yes, Lupin is dead, but he was never a Professor. What are you talking about? Why did you have to bring that up? You know I don't like talking about it. Mikayla was here when I got your letter.Professor McGonagal gave her permission to use her fire to flu here because she was so upset about you not recognizing her. And when she saw your letter, she burst into tears and left. I assume she went back to Hogwarts. You should talk to her. Maybe you should also talk to Draco. He's been your best friend since you were both three years old, when I adopted him. Of course he'd be in most of your memories. I'm going to talk to your parents about this. Who's Hedwig?

Sirius

"Sirius adopted you!"

"That girl did kind of look like you," Draco said, ignoring my question. Another owl landed on Draco's shoulder. He took the note and again the owl just left.

Draco

You need to talk to Harry. He sent me the strangest letter and Mikayla's really worried about him. Sorry this is so short, but I need to get to the Potters'.

Dad

"Dad? My father is going to your parents' house? What kind of world have we made?" Draco asked, obviously astonished.

I glanced at the letter still clutched in Draco's hands. "That's Sirius' writing."

"What?"

Draco grabbed the letter I was still holding and examined the two. I could tell that he realized they were written by the same person. Without saying anything, he turned and walked away. I shrugged and followed him. Suddenly he stopped. I ran into him and fell to the ground. I looked up at him without bothering to get back up.

"We have to go back," Draco whispered and, before I could stop him, he was on top of me. At first I thought he was trying to rip my shirt off, but then I realized he was going after the Time-Turner.

"I don't have it."

Draco stood up and looked down at me. "What?"

"I don't have it," I repeated. "I noticed when we came back that it was gone. I think it's because it's Hermione's and she didn't die. So I never could have taken it off her. She probably has it."

"Then we need to get it from her," Draco said, walking away without giving me a chance to respond. Reluctantly, I got up and followed him.

When we got to the common room, I stood beside Draco, despite the looks I was getting from Ron and Ginny, who were sitting with Hermione.

"I need your Time-Turner. No questions," Draco demanded.

"Time-Turner? Oh I've heard of those, but where would I get one from?" was her response.

"Third year," I answered. "You got it to go to all your classes, but you turned it in didn't you?"

"What are you talking about, Harry? Why would I need a Time-Turner to attend my classes?"

"You had three at once sometimes."

"No, I didn't. I think you're both sick."

"We're not sick," Draco yelled at Hermione. Hermione looked like she was going to burst into tears.

"Malfoy! Don't yell at her. We'll have to tell them."

"Tell them what?" Draco asked me.

"That we're not the same Draco and Harry they know."

"Obviously," I heard someone say behind me. "How are we supposed to have Quidditch practice if the captain doesn't even show up? When have you missed a Quidditch practice?"

I turned around and saw six people standing there in Quidditch robes staring at me. "Sorry, I've got more important things to think about right now than Quidditch. Practice by yourselves."

I turned back and saw that Ron's jaw seemed to have detached itself. I looked around to see everyone gaping at me. "What?"

"Right. We're not the same Draco and Harry you know," Draco said, changing the subject.

"I thought we'd been through that already," one of the Quidditch players said.

"Shut it," Malfoy snapped at him before he continued. "Harry's parents were killed by Voldemort…"

"What are you talking about? Someone killed Voldemort years ago, Draco," Hermione interrupted.

"Someone?" I asked.

"Yes, no one knew who it was. Everyone knows that."

"Can I finish?" Draco hissed.

Hermione just stared at him. He apparently took this as a yes because he continued. "Everything was different for us. I was in Slytherin…"

"You should be in Slytherin. Your whole family has been, but when your father died and Sirius adopted you, you must not have been alive long enough for your father to brainwash you," Hermione interrupted again.

"Hermione, shut up and let me finish!" Draco yelled very impatiently, but, before he could continue, his expression changed. He looked extremely shocked. "Did you say after my father died?"

"Yes."

Draco just stared at Hermione. He seemed to be at a loss for words, so I continued the story myself. "We went back in time to save my parents and you," I said, nodding at Hermione.

"Save me from what?"

"You were killed by Draco's father right before our seventh year. You died to save me." I whispered the last part.

"Were we friends?" she asked.

"Yes. You, Ron and I were best friends."

"Me?" Ron exclaimed. "I would never be friends with someone as stuck up as you."

"What if he's telling the truth, Ron?" Ginny asked. Everyone was listening to me now.

"I need to find Dumbledore."

"Dumbledore?" Ron asked.

"Yes, Dumbledore. The headmaster."

"Harry, Dumbledore died before we were even born. Lucius Malfoy killed him. That's why Sirius Black killed Lucius," Hermione explained.

"Black killed my father!" Draco shouted, shocked.

"Yes," Hermione said. "You weren't even a year old."

"What about my mother?"

"Your father killed her, after you were born."

"What? Why the hell would he do that?"

"He had her under the Imperius Curse, but she was learning to break it. She threatened to tell the Ministry of Magic, so he killed her."

"How do you know all this?"

"You told me."

"Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter, your parents are here to see you," I heard Professor McGonagall's voice from the door. I looked over at Draco and I knew he was thinking that his parents were dead and couldn't figure out who she was talking about. I knew she meant Sirius.

"Come on, Malfoy."

He looked at me like he wasn't going to come, but he did. I opened the doors and the first person I saw was Sirius. He looked concerned.

"Sirius!"

"Harry, are you alright. Your letter was odd," he said, still looking concerned.

"I don't know," I answered, honestly. Then I felt arms wrap around me. I looked up and saw my mother. I knew her from pictures and from the end of fourth year, when she had come out of Voldemort's wand.

"Harry, dear. Sirius showed me your letter. We're really worried."

I couldn't control myself, tears rolled down my face as I looked from my mother to my father, who was standing behind her. They were really alive. It had worked. Everything was perfect, until I looked at Sirius. I remembered Remus.

"Sirius, how did Lupin die?"

But it wasn't Sirius who answered, it was my father. "Come here, Harry." I followed him away from everyone else. I looked back and saw Sirius talking to Draco. Draco looked like he wanted to strangle him.

I turned back to my father. "You know how hard it was for Sirius when Remus died. Why do you keep bringing it up?"

"I don't remember anything. What I remember is growing up with Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon because you and mum were dead. Sirius was in Azkaban for killing a bunch of Muggles and Peter Pettigrew, but he didn't really do it. Then he escaped and, for a half hour, I thought I was going to leave the Dursleys' forever, but then Pettigrew was gone and Sirius had to go into hiding. Then his cousin killed him. Dumbledore was killed by Snape and my best friend was murdered by the father of my enemy, who is apparently now my best friend," I tried to explain, but I was talking so fast that I made no sense to my father.

"Harry. We're not dead. None of us, except for Remus."

"How did he die?" I asked again.

My father got really quiet. He turned away and I could tell he was trying not to cry. When he looked back at me, he whispered, "He killed himself."

"He what!" I shouted. "Why would he do that?"

"Most people don't know this, but he was a werewolf."

"I know!"

"He couldn't deal with that any longer."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I couldn't deal with any of this anymore. It was all too much. I wished things were normal again, but I wanted my parents and Sirius to be alive. Without saying anything, I turned and walked away.

"Harry, come back!" my father shouted after me, but I ignored him. I ran the rest of the way to Gryffindor tower. I went to the room that wasn't mine anymore and locked the door behind me. I punched it and slid to the floor. I couldn't believe what I had done.