A/N: Hello everyone! Thank you all so much for all the reviews last chapter - it's so exciting to see over 20 reviews on this story! Sorry that it took me so long to update. Here I was, waiting anxiously on some other authors to update their fanfictions, and I realized that some readers were probably waiting on me to update this one, too! So here you go. This chapter is all 1993, and there's plenty of exciting stuff happening! Hope you enjoy it!

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1993

Remus had made them each a cup of tea. Harry absentmindedly gripped his cup as he stared at the hinkypunk, still in its tank, in the corner of the office. It felt strange to be back here, after all those months. He had seen this office when it belonged to the Moody imposter, and when it belonged to Umbridge. But neither of those professors had been professors yet, Remus was still the Defense professor, and that hinkypunk that should have been gone for years was right back there, in its tank, in the corner of the room.

"Harry?" said Remus, snapping Harry out of his thoughts. Harry gave a start, nearly splashing his tea into his lap, and turned back to the professor.

"Sorry," he said. "Where was I?"

"You were talking about Dumdledore reforming the Order," Remus said, staring at Harry, his eyes full of concern. Harry found himself looking away.

"It must be strange," said Remus. "To time travel. To live back in your own history."

Harry shuddered and set his cup down on the desk. "Yeah. It is."

"I wish I could help you more," said Remus regretfully.

"You are. Just by being here," Harry replied. "So anyway, we stayed at Headquarters for a few months over the summer, then came back to Hogwarts…"

Harry had already trailed off three times, and he had barely even started describing the war yet. How could he get through this entire explanation? Should he even be explaining anything at all? But the thought of being here, back in 1993, and being the only person who knew that the War had even happened? That was too much for Harry to handle, far too much. He had told Ron and Hermione some of it, and they had listened and understood. But all the gritty details, all the most tragic parts of it, were something that only a war veteran could understand, could comprehend. Remus had fought in a war before. Remus knew what it felt like to lose someone.

However, apparently Harry hadn't shared nearly enough details, because by the time he started describing the battle in the Department of Ministries, Remus went rigid. His face was a mask of confusion and pain, and Harry must have misread it, because he assumed the man was just remembering the pain of a battle. He kept describing the battle in detail, talking about dueling, and the Order showing up, and moving into the Death Chamber.

"And Bellatrix…" he gritted out through his teeth, failing to keep his anger hidden. "Bellatrix started to duel with Sirius. And she...she hit him with a spell. And he fell backwards through the veil."

Harry had expected Remus's face to change at that, but he only barely raised an eyebrow. Harry stopped speaking and stared at him for a moment, wondering what in particular was bothering him so much.

"Harry," Remus said, his voice thin. "When you say 'Sirius,' who are you talking about?"

Oh. Oh. Harry stood from his chair, nearly knocking it to the floor, and backed away, staring at Remus as the realization of exactly what he was bothered by came crashing down.

"You don't know," said Harry.

Remus's entire face was strained, and so, so confused. "What don't I know, Harry?"

Harry shook his head, filled with remorse. It was impossible to remember all these details of the past, and talking with Remus about the future had made him almost forget who he was talking to. He wasn't talking to Remus of 1997, but of 1993. And that was a big difference.

"I'm so sorry, I completely forgot that you didn't know already," Harry said again.

"Know what, Harry?" Remus asked, and his eyes were desperate.

Harry took a deep breath. "Sirius is innocent."

Remus's sharp intake of breath resounded around the office.

Harry slowly approached the desk again. "I know it's hard to believe," he said, attempting to be gentle. "But he didn't kill any of those people. He's my godfather, and we got close -"

"Harry," said Remus, as if he were speaking to a child. "You must be confused. Sirius Black...he is your godfather, yes. And he was a friend of your parents...and myself. But you don't understand. He didn't just kill those muggles. He -"

"I'm not thirteen, Remus," Harry snapped. "I know what I'm talking about. I know what you think - I know you think he betrayed my parents. But he didn't, Remus. He didn't do any of it."

Remus stared at him, his expression almost blank as the man tried to process all that he had just heard. Harry let him think. After a few minutes Remus finally managed a few words.

"But if he wasn't...who…?"

"Wormtail," Harry spat out.

Remus went rigid. "Peter is dead," he said hollowly. "Black killed him."

Harry leaned forward, hands planted on the desk. "He faked his death."

Remus seemed to be in a denial, but instead of arguing back, he just looked back into Harry's eyes. Not the eyes of a naive thirteen year old, but the eyes of a knowing, mature wizard who was of age.

"How?" he asked.

"He was their secret keeper," Harry said in a quiet voice. "They didn't tell anyone, because they thought Sirius was the obvious choice. He was a decoy. So Wormtail betrayed them to Voldemort, then when Sirius chased him he blew up the street, and cut off his finger."

"Then he transformed," breathed Remus. It was not a question. The pieces were all falling into place, after so many years. There were so many little details that had seemed off, things that hadn't quite lined up. But Remus had pushed them down, ignored them, told himself he knew the truth. But now that the truth came flooding in, he realized that all those little details would've never added up. Because he had been believing the wrong truth.

Padfoot had never betrayed the Potters. He was innocent. And Peter…

"That rat!" Remus shouted, so loudly that Harry jerked back in fright. Harry had only seen his kindly, composed mentor lose his temper once before, but he supposed this was as good of a reason as any for him to lose it again.

"He became Voldemort's most trusted supporter," Harry said hesitantly. "He's the one who resurrected him."

Harry had glossed over the details in his explanation, only explaining that the Triwizard Cup took him to a graveyard where Voldemort was resurrected, that they fought, and that Cedric died. He wished now that he hadn't glossed over the details, because he had forgotten how important those little mentions of Wormtail and Sirius would be to the man.

Remus was seething, but the rage quickly died down, until it was replaced with sadness and regret, shining through his tired eyes. He sunk back down into his chair, looking at Harry.

"Sirius is innocent," he asked.

Harry nodded.

"And he's been in Azkaban for twelve years."

A pang shot through Harry's chest as he nodded again.

"I didn't believe him. I stopped trusting him and thought he was the traitor." Remus ran his hands through his hair in anguish. He looked back up at Harry.

"Do you know where he is?" the man asked.

Harry frowned. "He's been trying to sneak into Hogwarts, hasn't he?"

Remus nodded, seeming to realize something. He looked down at his desk, eyes alight, and quickly tapped the Map with his wand.

"I solemnly swear that I am up to no good," he said firmly. The ink lines unfurled across the parchment. He immediately started scanning the grounds, looking for a very specific ink dot.

"He's been sneaking into the school using his animagus form, hasn't he?" said Remus.

Harry nodded. "Yeah. That's also how he escaped Azkaban."

"Incredible," Remus muttered under his breath.

"Are you trying to find him?" asked Harry. "So you can talk to him?"

Remus nodded. "Of course. How can I...how can I not now that I know? I have to find him now. I have to apologize."

Harry's thoughts were spinning. Did he need to protect the timeline? Would terrible things happen if Remus and Sirius met before the end of term? Should he put an end to this?

Then Remus went rigid.

"What is it?" asked Harry. He leaned over the map, looking at the spot where Remus was looking. And another weight of dread sunk into his stomach.

Remus had glanced over at the Gryffindor Tower rooms. There, in Harry's own dormitory, was a dot labelled Peter Pettigrew.

"He's here," Remus said, his voice strangled. "He must be using his rat form…"

"He's Ron's pet," said Harry honestly, even as a deeper dread clenched his stomach. "He's been living with the Weasley family for twelve years."

Remus inhaled sharply again, and his shoulders began to shake. But before he could act on any impulses, before he could run in a murderous rage to go kill Pettigrew, another dot made its appearance on the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

Sirius Black.

Remus was staring at that dot now. His back was still rigid, but in a different way. He was no longer filled with revenge, but with remorse and longing.

"Let's go see him," Harry suggested gently. "We can take the Map."

Remus tore his eyes away and looked at Harry gratefully. "Yes. Let's go find him."

Maybe Remus and Sirius would be meeting a few months too soon. But it was certainly better for the timeline than if Remus decided to kill Wormtail.

Besides, Harry was rather excited to see his godfather again.

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Remus and Harry streaked across the Hogwarts grounds, toward the Forbidden Forest. Remus held the Map open in front of him, it's crackled edges wrinkling under his vise-like grip. According to it, Sirius hadn't moved much at all, but was staying put midway into the Forbidden Forest. They just had to get there, and find him, without scaring himself off first.

Remus didn't care if he looked like a madman. He didn't care if anyone at the school wondered why a professor and a student were sprinting across the grounds like their lives depended on it. He simply had to find Sirius. He could worry about the rest later.

A few students were trickling back from Hogsmeade, giving them strange looks as they passed by. "Harry!" shouted two familiar voices.

Harry slowed, turning to look at where Ron and Hermione were jogging toward him. Remus kept going, straight ahead, for the forest.

"What's going on?" asked Hermione as she reached him.

Ron came up behind, panting. "Yeah, mate. Why're you running?"

Harry darted a glance to Remus, who was almost to the treeline. If they didn't follow him, they would soon lose him in the trees.

"Come on," he said, taking off after the professor. "I'll explain on the way!"

Ron and Hermione exchanged a glance, equal parts confusion and concern. But then they both took off running with Harry. They were far too used to blindly running after Harry into dangerous situations to start questioning him now.

Harry smiled and tore off into the Forbidden Forest, his two best friends faithfully at his side.

As they ran, Harry gasped out an explanation. It wasn't a thorough one by any means, and it was told through short sentences and gasping breaths as the running made Harry become winded. But by the time the castle had completely disappeared behind the dense trees, Ron and Hermione knew four things: 1) Sirius was innocent, 2) He was Harry's godfather, 3) Remus had been one of his best friends, and 4) Harry had watched Sirius die, and was dying to see him again.

Hermione's eyes were wide and calculating even as she panted for air. Ron in particular didn't look eager to face Sirius again after waking up to the threat of his knife, but he too seemed intrigued by this turn of events. He didn't turn back, nor did Hermione, even as the forest grew darker and denser around them.

"Padfoot!" Remus shouted up ahead.

Harry ground to a stop beside his professor, setting his hands on his knees to catch his breath. He scanned the trees, and it only took a moment to spot the same thing Remus had: a large, shaggy black dog cowering behind a tree.

Ron and Hermione reached them, panting, and the dog started to scamper backwards. He let out a quick, scared bark as he quickly retreated from the sight of his old friend.

"Sirius, wait!" Remus called out, darting forward.

Fear filled the dog's eyes and he backed away even more quickly. He didn't, however, turn tail and run away. Harry didn't know if Sirius thought he could convince them that he was actually a dog and not an Azkaban escapee in disguise, or if he simply was too amazed at the sight of Remus to leave quite yet. But Harry was grateful that Sirius wasn't running. They needed to talk to him, and he didn't want to mess up this chance.

"No!" Harry said quickly, holding a hand out to block Remus. "Don't run after him, you'll just scare him off."

"Better not run after him anyway," Ron stammered out, his face going very white. "That's a grim."

"No it's not," Harry said. "That's my godfather."

The dog, which had been steadily retreating without taking his eyes off of the group, froze. He had been watching Remus the entire time, but suddenly his eyes snapped to Harry, and for a moment Harry locked eyes with the dog. Then, very slowly, Padfoot's tail started to wag.

Harry let out a laugh. He knelt to the ground and held out a hand. If Sirius was going to try and act like a real dog, then he'd see if he could win the dog's trust.

"Come on, Padfoot," he beckoned. "We just want to talk to you."

The dog was hesitant, but slowly approached, sniffing the ground. He sniffed Harry's hand and then looked back up into his eyes. Padfoot's eyes were full of concern, a human emotion that looked strange on a dog's face.

Harry scratched at Padfoot's chin, then reached up to stroke the top of his head. It was so strange and nice to not only see his godfather, but to touch him, even in animagus form.

"It's okay Sirius, we know you're innocent," he whispered. "And I've missed you."

The dog ducked his head out from under Harry's hand and scrambled backwards. For a second Harry was afraid he was going to run away, but he didn't. In less than a second Sirius Black stood in the dog's place, staring at Harry with wide, sunken eyes.

"You-you know?" he rasped out.

"We know," said Harry.

"I'm so sorry, Padfoot," said Remus, voice full of emotion.

Sirius' eyes snapped back to Remus', as if he had forgotten he was there. They stared at each other for a long moment, then suddenly ran at each other and embraced, as brothers who hadn't seen each other in twelve years.

"I don't understand," Sirius croaked. His voice was still obviously out of use from Azkaban. He still was dressed in ragged prison clothes, covered in dirt, and he looked like he hadn't eaten a decent meal in months - which, Harry realized, he probably hadn't. His hair was long and matted, framing his sunken face. Sirius had never looked healthy again after Azkaban, but Harry had forgotten just how bad he looked right after he escaped.

"We saw your name on the Map," said Remus, waving the Marauder's Map at him.

Sirius looked down at the large piece of parchment, momentarily confused, before recognition lit up his eyes and he barked out a laugh. "I should've thought that you might find me on that."

"You're lucky I didn't try to come after you and kill you," said Remus.

"But why didn't you?" Sirius started, gaunt eyebrows creased. "How do you know the truth? I thought you must've not known about -"

"Wormtail," Remus hissed. Then he managed to compose himself. "But I didn't know the truth. Not until now. Not until Harry…"

He trailed off, looking at Harry, unsure whether or not he could explain the fact that the boy was a time traveler, or even if Harry would want him to.

"It's okay," said Harry, stepping forward. "I trust him with my life."

He opened his mouth to try and explain to Sirius what had happened, what he knew and remembered, but standing there in the forest with Sirius looking at him sincerely, standing here alive, Harry was overcome with emotion. He ran forward and threw his arms around his godfather, tears welling into his eyes as he hugged the man who he missed just as much as his own parents.

Sirius let out a startled sound as Harry collided with him, but after a moment he hesitantly returned the embrace, setting his hands on Harry's back and patting his shoulder awkwardly.

Harry pulled back, wiping at his eyes. "Sorry," he murmured.

Sirius stared down at him. "No, don't be," he said slowly. He was looking intently at Harry, and even though he didn't say it out loud, Harry knew exactly what he was thinking.

He looked just like his father. But he had his mother's eyes.

"How do you know any of this, Harry?" Sirius rasped. "I remember you, but you were just a baby then, and you couldn't remember me now…"

"Let's sit down and talk," Remus suggested quickly. "I think some explanations are due."

Harry looked back at Ron and Hermione, who had been lingering behind them, observing the exchange with wide eyes. He smiled and sat down on a tree root, gesturing for his best friends to follow suit. He was glad to still have them at his side, just like they had been back in the Shrieking Shack when he had first met Sirius.

Sirius sat down, eyeing them warily, and Remus followed them down to the ground, looking around at them all. There, sitting on the uneven ground deep within the Forbidden Forest with his best friends, reunited with his mentor and the closest thing he had ever had to a father, Harry decided that maybe this accidental time travel wasn't so bad after all.

N/A: Thanks for reading! I'd love to know what you think in the comments!

I will probably be finishing up this fic in about two more chapters! Next chapter will show some drama in 1997, and maybe a bit more of 1993. I will try to get them out soon!