After Harry had fallen into a restless sleep, McGonagall and Dumbledore took him down to the hospital wing where he was checked over by Poppy. They had a little trouble with it, though, because he had to be awake so that meant a double draught of calming potion and a calming spell ever five minutes or so. To say that Harry wanted to have this done was like saying water and oil mixed.

Eighteen calming spells later, Harry's 'check-up' was done and Poppy was just administering a dreamless sleep potion. After he was sleeping, Poppy went into her office to floo Professor Dumbledore.

"He's all checked over, Albus, but it doesn't look so good," she said.

Albus sighed. "I'll be right over, Poppy. And I'll bring Minerva, too," he added before she had a chance to pull out.

Poppy pulled out of the fireplace and walked over to her desk and looked over what she had just found out about this boy who turned up.

He was a wizard, for two reasons: one, he was in Hogwarts; and two, he had a magical signature…. a very strong one at that. Not but a moment later, Professor's McGonagall and Dumbledore walked in.

"What have you found out, Poppy?" they asked.

"Well, of course, he's a wizard because he's in Hogwarts herself and somehow he seems to know you both. I tested his magical signature and found that odd, too."

"Why?" asked Dumbledore, now intrigued.

"Not to be rude, but by telling the truth, it's stronger than yours is, sir. That's what I found odd about it."

"Impossible."

"I'm sorry, sir, but it's true."

"Anything else odd, Poppy?" asked Minerva.

"Yes. He was born on July 31st."

"And…. what's strange about that?"

"He was born on July 31st, 1980 (AN: if this is wrong, will someone please tell me so I can change it? Thanks!).

"But- but that's not possible! He's not born yet! How can he be here?"

"By time travel, I presume. That's why he said we'd think he was crazy, my dear," said Dumbledore.

"Then who are his parents?" asked McGonagall.

"Well, James Potter, obviously, for two reasons," said Dumbledore, "one, his looks; and two, he said he was a 'Potter' yet he isn't James. Though I do not know whom his mother is. Does he have all of his fathers traits, Poppy?" he questioned.

"His eyes are green, his nose a little rounder, and he has a very strange magical scar on his forehead that only results in dark magic being done yet backfiring. James also weighs more. That's another thing: he shows signs of serious malnutrition, beating, and, from what I presume, what is self-mutilation. He is emotionally unstable as well as physically. He will need help."

Albus though for a moment before asking, "Do you know what this scar is from?"

"No, but I suggest we ask when he awakes," said Poppy with a sigh.

"I'm guessing that the malnutrition was caused by Harry himself since, what you think, he self-mutilates, though it could be malnutrition because of his getting beat. Arg," said McGonagall, "this is confusing!"

"Yes, it is, Minerva, but we'll have the answers when he wakes. Is there anything else we should know?"

"Well, his name is Harry. Oh, yes. While I was checking over him, this slithered out from under his shirt," she said, pulling out a snake in a plastic container.

"Why a snake?" asked McGonagall, shuddering.

"Well, the only way that I could see him having a snake would be if he spoke Parselmouth," said Poppy.

"But speaking Parselmouth is the sign of a dark wizard!" she shot back.

"That's not what it said, though."

"That's not what what said?"

"His magical signature. He's light."

"Are you sure?" she barked.

"Calm down, Minerva. I'm sure, if he were dark, he wouldn't have a garter snake. And remember, he was a victim of Dark Magic," said Dumbledore. All of a sudden, Poppy said, "He's dreaming? But how? I gave him a dreamless-sleep potion! What did he do!?"

She got up and walked out of her office with the two professors on her heels. Once they got to his bed, he was whimpering, holding his hand over his scar. Every few seconds he would flinch. Then, all of a sudden, it stopped. They were about to walk away when, they guessed, a new nightmare started.

"What's wrong with him, Albus? Can't you wake him up?"

"He's mumbling something," said Albus and kneeled down to Harry's height, though a few seconds later, he wished he wouldn't have for Harry yelled, "HE - IS – NOT - DEAD!"

Bolting awake, he brought his knees to his chest and started crying. He seemed not to notice the three scared adults around him who were all wearing looks of concern and curiosity. Poppy sat down on his bed, but as soon as she did so, Harry jumped and fell off of his bed.

"Who- what?" he stammered.

"Mr. Potter, do you remember anything from last night?" asked Dumbledore.

Poppy got up and helped Harry to his bed as he tried to remember. As he was about to say no, all the thoughts came flooding back to him and he nodded, bringing his knees back up to his chest again.

"It's alright, Harry. We know?"

"Know what?" he shot.

"Well, you were born in 1980 and the year is 1974, so I presume you time-traveled, am I right?"

"I don't know," he snapped again, "if it's 1974, I must have!"

"We also know that James Potter is you father from calculating some of the looks and obliviously the attitude-" stared McGonagall.

"I do NOT have my fathers attitude," he yelled, "all that I got from him was his looks! Everything else is my mothers," he mumbled the last part.

"So, who is your mother?" snapped McGonagall, liking this person less and less with every passing moment.

"Well, since you 'calculated' who my father was, why not my mother? Everyone else does!"

"That's because they know who your father marries, Harry," said Dumbledore.

"So? It's easy enough as it is! Who has green eyes, a snappy attitude, yet cares deep down (his transfiguration teacher humphed), and live with," he said, spitting the next word, "muggles!"

"We don't know, Harry," said Poppy, trying to calm him down.

"Wait. Does James' finally get his girl?" asked McGonagall, having a hunch.

"Ah, so the kitty-cat figured it out after all. All you needed was more figures!" he spat.

"Albus," said McGonagall, referring to the kitty-cat part. Turning back to Harry, she said, "so it is-!"

"Well, who else! She deserved better!"

"You should be ashamed by how badly you talk about you parents, Harry!" said the kitty-cat.

Harry just growled with a sad look in his eyes. Obviously this subject was paining him. Then Dumbledore's usually sparkling blue eyes gave a fault- a very big fault.

"She deserved better?" he asked, dreading the answer he knew was coming.

Harry shook his head yes. "And what does that mean?" asked Poppy.

"Deserved!" Harry spat, "It's past tense! What does that mean to you!?"

"They- they die?" stuttered McGonagall. Surely, she didn't like James, but she didn't want them dead.

"Well, my time, they're dead, but yes, they die."

"Was it recent?" asked the headmaster. Harry just gave him a puzzled look.

"Right before you woke up, you screamed 'He- Is- Not- Dead'."

"Oh," Harry said, blushing, "no. They died when I was a year old. I never got to know them except what," Harry gulped, "what my godfather and his friends told me and the memory I saw in a pensive. What I saw in that pensive made me hate my father. So I'm NOT like him, no matter what you say!"

"What memory did you see?" asked Poppy.

Harry groaned. "I should have known that there were more! Though the one I saw, I think that that one has yet to happen."

"How- how did they-" started Poppy, already dreading the answer. "I know it has something to do with your scar."

"How did they die?" She nodded her head yes. "They got murdered. By who?" Everyone nodded again. "They got murdered by Voldemort," he said, spitting the name and having kitty-cat and Poppy flinch at the name.

"You spoke his name!" hissed McGonagall. Harry just looked at her and continued.

"My dad died trying to 'save' his family and my mother died trying to save me. This," he said, indicating his scar, "is where the killing curse hit me. I survived and am known, in the future, as Harry Potter the Boy-Who-Lived. They should add: That-Has-To-Kill-Or-Get-Killed. I'm famous for being the only one who lived the killing curse and for being the only," he spat this ugly word, "one that can get rid of him for good. How, I don't know."

"You survived the killing curse?" asked Dumbledore, astonished.

"Yes, I do. I have a feeling that you're using me to your advantage, though."

"I apologize for anything my future self will do."

"Yes, but I just wish that you'd remember that. Still think I'm the splitting image of my father?" he asked, turning to McGonagall.

She thought a second before he eyes turned cold again and she left the room, only to come back seconds later. "Ami!" he said, joyful that nothing had happened to his pet.

"You named a snake?" shrieked McGonagall.

"Ami, not 'a snake'. If you're wondering how I came upon her, yesterday, or yesterday in my time, I was weeding the garden and she bit me. Nothing came of it, though; she's not poisonous. She said that she was sorry and I said that she was forgiven. I asked if she had a name, and she said that she didn't, so I decided on Ami. Ami is French for friend. She asked to come with me because, and I quote, 'before that horrendous horse-lady comes back with her broom'."

Master! hissed Ami, causing McGonagall to shriek and drop her. Stupid human. That one, she hissed, pointing her tail toward Poppy, took me off earlier. I could not do anything, master, I'm sorry.

It's all right. It's not your fault; she didn't know that you wouldn't harm her.

Kitty-cat screamed full out this time. "Parselmouth!" she hissed through closed teeth. Ami slithered up to the bed and Harry bent down to pick her up before continuing:

"If I tell you once, I'll tell you again: I- am- not- evil! I'm light! Hell, my job is to kill Voldemort! That's why I survived!"

What's wrong, master? asked Ami.

This stupid human that dropped you thinks I'm dark because I can talk to snakes, he replied, like it was nothing. This caused Ami to hiss toward McGonagall. By now, McGonagall had her wand raised.

"Put that away or I have no reason but to disarm you," said Harry.

"Disarm? You don't have a wand!"

"I'll say it again: I'm not dark; I'm light. Why would I hurt you just because I can speak to snakes? And I have a wand, though it is in my trunk. Not that I need it."

"And where is you trunk, Mr. Potter," said Dumbledore, "I will get it."

"No need," said Harry, and his trunk appeared out of nowhere as he waved his hand.

"Stu-" started McGonagall.

"Expelliarmus," said Harry, almost lazily, while waving his hand.

"What- how? Albus!" she screamed.

"I must insist that you give Professor McGonagall back her wand," said Albus, very calmly.

"I must insist that your professors don't attack students- from the future or not! You will hear about this when I- I can go back, can't I?"

"It depends. Do you remember if you said anything or if anything happened before you came here?"

"Well, it was just my birthday. I dunno. I remember finally coming back and then I walked over to the window." Harry thought some more. "I don't know if I can tell you more. How much would it hurt if I just told you three?"

"Nothing, because we won't tell," said Poppy quickly.

"She's right, Harry. We won't tell. And if one of these two says that she won't, she will have her memory lost."

"Albus!" said McGonagall.

"This is important. You must promise to never tell anyone. Even if you don't like him."

"I promise, as long as I can keep my memory."

"Sure thing. Do tell!"

"Ok, so the first thing is to tell you that that dream that I had was about my god father 'falling' again. I relive it as I relive the death of a classmate of mine. His name is…. was…. Cedric. I was sitting at the window and looked out at the starts, like I always do at night. I found my favorite star: Sirius. Then I looked at the clock. It was right before my birthday, just like a minute to go."

Harry brought his legs back up to his chest. "I looked back out the window and saw a shooting star and decided to make a wish," he managed to get out. Tears were now streaming down his face. "I wished…. I wished that I could be somewhere with people who love me as much as I love them." Harry stopped and couldn't go on anymore. He cried, though he new he shouldn't. He heard someone cast a claming spell on him, but it didn't work: he had finally started and wouldn't stop.

"God, I really am alone now. It's not like it will make a difference: no one cared before. I am gone from the Dursely's at least. God, Sirius isn't dead!" Yes he is, his mind argued. "No he's not!" Yes he is, and you know it. "No, he's not dead!" Yes. Please try to admit it. "But how can I admit something that isn't true! He is not dead! That's it! He isn't dead and won't be dead when I get home!" Harry screamed.

Dumbledore, Poppy, and McGonagall, who managed to get her wand back, got prepared to shoot, each, a calming spell on him at the same time. Nine spells later, Harry wasn't crying anymore and was calm enough for another double draught of a calming potion. When he was finally as calm as they could get him without physically harming him, Harry apologized. All along, Ami was hissing quiet, soothing words to her master. He thanked her, too.

"Four more things, Mr. Potter, and then we will leave. You will have to stay in the Hospital Wing for a week before you can get out. Term starts in exactally one month. Once you are able to live in the chambers I have had prepared for you, you and I will go to Diagon Alley as to pick up your school books."

Harry groaned. "I have to stay here for a whole week? I mean, come on! What's wrong with me?! I'm not going to pass out or faint anytime soon!"

"I'm afraid that you'll have to stay for so long because of your," said Poppy, "malnutrition, severe bruising, three fractured ribs, and mutilation."

Harry's cheeks turned red before he groaned and his eyes went cold before saying, "So, what are these four questions?"

"First, we need to know who your mother is."

"It's Lily, Albus," said McGonagall.

"So, Miss. Evans gets over hating him, I see," said Albus, with a note of amusement in his voice.

"Yes. Second?" Harry asked- he still was rather perturbed that someone actually knew that his Uncle beat him and didn't feed him, not to mention-

"Just because I can't even do that, I'd like to know how you could do wandless magic."

Harry smirked. "My mentor helped me learn it."

"I see. Now an extra question: who is your mentor?"

Harry smirked again, then frowned. "I don't really remember, and if I could, I don't think I'd tell you

"Third: will you be attending school this year?"

Harry grinned, forgetting his past frown. "I though you'd never ask. Sure, I'd love to."

"Fourth and final, and I'm actually asking this for Poppy. She said that she gave you the dreamless sleep potion, yet you had a dream, more or less a nightmare…. two at that. How did you?"

"Immune," he said until the fact that he said, "two at that" sunk in. "Oh shit. The one you heard was me reliving- but the first one, where I'll bet you I was holding my scar, was a nightmare with Voldemort. I don't know if it would be from this time, or my time. Oh crap, I'm sorry. I'm pretty sure it was from this time. Oh crap," he said, hitting himself on his head.

"Please, stop hitting yourself. What was is about?"

"I think he only had one of his Death Eaters under the Cruciatus Curse. I felt it, too, though that's not new."

"You- you felt the Cruciatus? But- but how is that possible?"

"I don't know," shrugged Harry, "it's not bad, though I guess I'm feeling the whole thing. It's really bad, though; when he has his Death Eaters cast multiples on each person, especially if there are two or more people. It's nothing, really. I've lived it in real life, too, so I know."

"Do you tell anybody about this?" asked Dumbledore, brow furring.

"I told you, you did nothing before. I highly doubt that you'd do anything now, well, back in the future, at least. I can't tell my friends, they'd just tell me to go to you and I can't write to Remus, 'cuz he just lost Sirius with me so I can't write to him, either."

"So Sirius is the one that dies. Remus, you said, is alive. What about Peter?" asked McGonagall.

"I don't care about that traitor!" Harry spat, "Though I presume that he's on Voldemort's every beck and call. Don't act a different way or kill him or something, 'cuz if you do, you'd be risking the lives of thousands or more people. When Tom cast the killing curse on me, it backfired and hit him. He went into hiding and Wormtail brought him back to life. Wormtail owes me a wizards debt, too."

"Who's Tom?" asked Poppy.

"Tom? You don't remember a Tom Riddle?" Harry smirked- he was going to love this.

"Yes? What about him?"

"Well, for starters, Hagrid didn't open the Chamber of Secretes, Tom did. My wand, please? I can't do this without a wand and I hate that," he said and kitty-cat handed over Harry's wand. Harry wrote in the air, "Tom Marvolo Riddle". Swishing his wand, the letters changed to form the phrase, "I am Lord Voldemort" as it did in his second year. Everyone gasped at that.

"Hey!" he said, looking offended. "I didn't figure that out! Tom lured me down to the Chamber of Secrets did that. I ended up defeating a Basilisk while I was down there, though."

"Oh my," said kitty-cat and sat down. "How much else have you done- gone through?

Harry growled. "Some of it, you know. But, unfortunately for you, I think that this is something that I'd like to keep to myself."

Albus nodded.

"You defeated a Basilisk and are still alive and in school?" asked a shocked Poppy.

"Yup. You actually hate me 'cuz I'm always here, and once, I fell over fifty feet off of my broom 'cuz of the dementor's. I've probably been here as much as anywhere else. McGonagall and Dumbledore, here, keep me out of trouble, but trouble usually finds me. I don't prank people for the fun of it, either, so don't worry…. You won't have another James Potter running about, though I'm guessing some trouble will end up finding me."

"We keep you in school? I thought you hated me," said Dumbledore.

"I do, but without you'd, I don't know what would become of me. I actually think that I'm your ultimate weapon. And if I am, your future self will go through hell when I figure that out," said Harry, grinning.

"Again, I apologize for anything that my future self will do."

There was a pause in which Dumbledore asked: "Anything else before we leave?"

"Actually, three more quick things: how will I get my things, what classes will I take, and what relation do I have to my dad, er, James?"

"I will get your things, you'll take classes that you should take, they will be arranged shortly, and since all Potter men look alike, you are a second cousin from here, but you were schooled by your mentor, ever though you lived with muggles who hated you."

"Thank you."

"No problem. Now, come on, Minerva. We must leave Poppy to her job. We shall be leaving now." With that, McGonagall and Dumbledore left.

Poppy looked shocked for a moment before she finally got up and went into her office. A few moments later she came out with a few potions.

"Here," she said, putting each potions down in turn. "This potion is to help with the bruises; this one is to mend the ribs; this will help with the cuts and welts; and this one will help you keep food down…. and I said help. It won't work all the way so don't pig out. Oh, yes…. even if you are immune, take the dreamless sleep potion. It will help you fall asleep, even if you do dream. And you will be eating tomorrow, so don't try to get out of it."

Once Harry had taken the numerous bad tasting potions, she left to her office. Harry was soon out in another blissful sleep, even if he would be waking up in a soon hours….

I really hope you like this! It's a really long chapter, too, at that! I hope you enjoy, again! Shh… it's 3624 words not including this! Hehe! Go me! Oh, and the bolded is and will be Parselmouth/ tongue, whatever! Someone can be kind and tell me! This is the new version, too. As soon as I can, I'll be re-writing the chapters. Soon, I'll take down the other chapters, too. Niahiem 3