A/N: I didn't like the way my original story was going so I am rewriting it. I hope this is much better, it has more plot and I'm focusing more on Romance instead of writing randomly emotional chapters of however I feel at the moment. Sorry for the last sucky story. I've thought this one through A LOT! Enjoy and please review. Also I'd like to note that most of my chapters are going to be really long cause I have a lot of plans for this story which requires a lot of writing.

Disclaimer: Do I even need to say it, don't own HP never did, never will.

Oliver made his way aimlessly down the corridor towards the potions room after quidditch practice. He had been sick last potions class and now had to make up a potion.

"Stupid Snape." He muttered under his breath. "Bloody prat."

"10 points from Gryffindor." A person, Professor Snape, said from behind him. "I think you'll find, Mr. Wood, that it is best to think such things inside your head and not using your gigantic mouth for inappropriate uses such as you have just displayed."

"I'll show you some inappropriate uses." Oliver muttered.

"Yet again, Mr. Wood, you show off your astounding lack of ability to control your mouth. 20 points from Gryffindor. Gryffindorks really are better seen not heard." Snape sneered, obviously enjoying himself.

'I bet you'd like to see something.' Oliver thought with a little smirk.

Snape gave an obviously fake weary sigh. "You really can't stop yourself can you? 30 points from Gryffindor."

Oliver turned and looked at his professor exasperatedly. He hadn't even said anything! …had he?

"Move it along, Wood. I haven't got all day!" Snape said, giving him a little shrug.

Oliver sighed and made his way, reluctantly, the rest of the way to the snarky bastard's classroom.

The door was open and Oliver was just about to go inside when John Buttersmith, a 3rd year Hufflepuff, came running down the hallway towards Snape, flushed and gasping for breath, red, curled locks bouncing up and down.

"Professor…Dumbledore...sent…for you…to meet him…in his…office." He finally managed to gasp out before leaning tiredly against the wall clutching a stitch in his side.

"The directions for the potion are on the board, I trust you'll have no trouble finding it. I'll be back to check on your potion so don't bother skipping." Snape snarled before leaving the 6th year Gryffindor and 3rd year Hufflepuff to stand together awkwardly in the hallway.

After standing outside the classroom for about a minute Oliver finally worked up the courage. There were to things about Oliver that, though he hated to admit them, he had to acknowledge. First off, the potions room, to be blunt, scared the crap out of him. The weird jars of glop, eyeballs, and anything else nasty that the Potions master could fit in there lined the cabinets, mold clung to the walls, and, even though there wasn't a window, cold air seemed to waft about the place, seeping into your clothes and blowing into your face. Then secondly was Oliver's talent at potions. To say Oliver was abysmal at potions was and understatement. He couldn't even make tea without messing SOMETHING up.

Oliver set up his cauldron and got the ingredients required for the potion. He read over the ingredients carefully and started to follow the steps. He started out good, however, 5 minutes into the potion it was clear that something was wrong. The potion, instead of being fuchsia like the directions said, was Lime green and boiling blobs off it were spilling over the sides in streams. Trying to set it right Oliver turned off the heat source and added the 2 cups of dragon scales, as was instructed. Once the dragon scales entered the potion the let out a loud 'sssssss' and appeared to dissolve. The potion turned a dark green and the middle started to slowly rise up. Oliver stared down at it in horror and started to slowly back away, only to bump into the table behind him. The potion was still mounting, like a bubble, waiting to pop. The middle was now one foot above the cauldron, stretching…stretching….stretching until POP. The goop splattered all over the room; Desks, walls, chairs, Oliver, ingredients, but mainly Oliver. It was clinging to every single surface like some infective parasite.

Oliver felt a strange sensation come over him, as if he were disappearing, dissolving into nothingness but still aware of his surroundings. His body flew backwards, traveling through lights and blackness, like everything was being rewound except for him. Figures and objects whizzed past him at an alarming rate; everything seemed to be moving backwards.

Then, as suddenly as it had started, the sensation stopped and Oliver felt solid ground beneath his feet. Then the numbness that had overcome him during all the whizzing and floating went away and Oliver felt like his body was burning; the pain was engulfing him, taking over his body. All of his surroundings started to become fuzzy and his body seemed to collapse in exhaustion, making him fall to the ground. The last thing he saw was a pair off feet before everything went black.

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Oliver had the strangest sensation; as if he was in a dream but he wasn't. It was as if he was living the moment and watching someone live it at the same time, but that couldn't be.

Cracking his eyes open Oliver looked around the he was currently lying in and became aware of the soft surface he was currently residing on. Looking down he saw a white puffy cloud and beneath that was a floor, and attached to that was a gigantic squarish thing surrounding him. Oh shit! He was locked in a box! He had to get out somehow!

Looking around for and escape he noticed more clouds in the box, along with a boy, sitting in a chair. His brown hair fell lazily into his face as he rested, the sun surrounding him in a miraculous golden glow. Oliver's breath caught when, what he was sure now to be an angel, peeked one eye open then the other. They were the most amazing color of honey brown that he had ever seen that he had to get a closer look.

Oliver crawled across his cloud to the boy and stared intently into his eyes, gaping. The boy seemed a little unnerved by the closeness but Oliver paid no heed.

"Am I in Heaven? Are you and angel?" Oliver asked, for surely a human could never look this perfect.

"No." The boy said and chuckled.

"Are you god?" Oliver asked in awe, for surely this amazing creature possessed some astounding power.

"No." The boy repeated slowly. "I'm Remus."

At that moment an old lady walked into the room. "Remus your classes are going to start in only a couple of hours. I shouldn't have let you stay; you should go get some rest. As should he." She said, indicating Oliver. "Come now."

"NO!" Oliver protested loudly. "DON'T TAKE MY ANGEL AWAY FROM ME!" He exclaimed, getting hysteric.

The woman turned and looked at him with wide, shocked eyes. "I don't-"

"It's perfectly alright, Madame Pomfrey. After all you did say the pain reliever might make him hysterical for a couple of hours. I can just have James get my homework for me if you'd be so kind to call him up here."

"Alright." Pomfrey reluctantly agreed after assessing the situation.

Two and a half hours later

James sat calmly in the common room with Sirius when, through the school speakers, Madam Pomfrey's voice rang across the school. "Mr. Potter, please report to the Hospital wing."

James, looking startled, exchanged a glance with Sirius and Peter. "What-"

"NOW!" Pomfrey barked through the speaker.

James grabbed his school robes and darted out of the common room. He arrived in the Hospital wing 10 minutes later gasping for air and, when he looked around, spotted Remus Lupin and Madam Pomfrey carrying on a whispered conversation by the bed of a boy of about 16. A navy blue turtleneck was apparent under the Hogwarts school robes and black trousers clung to the legs. Short brown hair clung to his head and his eyes were closed in a peaceful slumber.

"Ahhh. I see you've finally joined us Potter." Pomfrey muttered irritably. "Seeing as how this mystery boy throws a fit whenever Remus tries to leave he is going to be staying with him today. Now, as you may have figured out, that causes a little problem with classes and homework."

"And how does this involve me, Ma'am?" James asked curiously.

"We need you to gather Remus' homework and drop it off for him at the end of the day. I've already contacted Dumbledore about it and he agrees that that is for the best." She said as if that were the most obvious thing in the world.

"Er.. right." James said. He was just about to ask what was going on when the school bell rang and Pomfrey rushed him out of the room.

Oliver awoke slowly, eyes staying closed. He yawned and stretched his arms above his head, arching his back and stretching his legs. He used his hands and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes after finally opening them. Sitting up slowly he looked around himself curiously.

He was lying in the hospital wing and there was a boy sitting in a chair, staring at him. Oliver didn't know if it was bad lighting or just his imagination but he thought he detected the slight trace of a blush fading from the boys face.

Deciding it was just the light he looked around himself yet again. Just when he was about to ask the stranger why he was here Madam Pomfrey decided to make an appearance. From first glance she looked the same but Oliver decided that something about her was… different, but he couldn't quite place his finger on it. Shrugging it off he waited for her usual quizzing on what happened and then grumbling on the safety of it. It never came.

Instead what she said, besides being totally different from usual, caught him off guard and shocked him completely.

"So…What's your name?"

"Madam Pomfrey, are you feeling alright?" Oliver asked with some concern.

"I'm fine, why shouldn't I be?" Now it was Pomfrey's turn to sound concerned.

"You've known me for 4 years. It's me, Oliver…Wood." When she showed no sign of recognition he started to panic. "What's going on? Is this some sort of joke cause it's not funny. You're really starting to scare me. I've been going to this school for six years; Just yesterday I was in Professor Snape's classroom-"

"Professor Snape!" Pomfrey interrupted loudly. "Boy I think you must be confused. Snape is a STUDENT." She said.

"What-"

"Perhaps it would be best if you two were to step outside while I talk to this young lad alone." An old voice said from the doorway and they all turned to see Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry, standing there calmly, blue eyes twinkling.

"Professor Dumbledore! I didn't hear you come in." Pomfrey said surprised.

"Ahh, yes, that can some times happen. Now if you two would be so kind to step out of the room I'd like to talk to…." He looked at Oliver expectantly.

For some reason Oliver had a sudden urge to say, "Bond. James Bond." But somehow refrained himself and told Dumbledore his real name.

"Mr. Wood." Dumbledore finally finished.

Pomfrey looked like she wanted to object but one look from Dumbledore kept her silent and she, taking Remus by the hand and pulling him after her, stomped off to her office.

"So, Oliver, what is it you were doing before you found yourself here?" Dumbledore asked kindly.

"Well, I had been taken ill last Potions class so I had to make it up after quidditch practice. I went there but Professor Snape had to go to your office for a meeting and left me to work on the potion myself. Well I started my potion just fine but a quarter through it…" He went on to tell Dumbledore all about the potion, the bubble, the strange sensation, and then finding himself here.

Throughout the tale Dumbledore sat quietly, the only reaction raising his eyebrows in interest at some parts.

"So…who is the potions master?" He asked when Oliver was finished.

"Severus Snape." Oliver answered, getting quite confused.

"Defense against the Dark arts?"

"Gilderoy Lockhart professor." Oliver said.

"Year?"

"What?"

"What's the year, my boy?" Dumbledore said.

"Nineteen ninety seven." Oliver answered with some hesitation.

"Ahhh. Just as I suspected. This could cause trouble." Dumbledore muttered.

"What's wrong?" Oliver asked eyes wide and worried.

"The potions master is Horace Slughorn. The Defense against the Dark arts teacher is Maggie O'leary. And the year…..is 1984." Dumbledore said grimly.

Oliver seemed to freeze when he heard that, going rigid. "What?" He managed to choke out.

"It's 1984. The potion you made blasted you into the past. I will leave now BUT before I go I must urge you not to tell ANYONE about this. It must be kept a secret, it someone knew you were from the future it could endanger you and everyone else. Your in your 6th year correct?" Oliver nodded mutely. "Good, and what classes are you taking. The standard?" Oliver again nodded. "Will put you in classes with James and Sirius then." Dumbledore said and turned to leave, waving his wand at the Pomfrey's office door, making it fly open, so that they knew they could come out. Pomfrey bustled out to check on her patient and Dumbledore turned to her and said, "Oh, Poppy, you might want to give him a calming draught. He's still in shock but I don't know how long it'll last." And with that he left the hospital wing.

Pomfrey hurried over to a wooden brown cabinet and opened the mahogany door. Inside the cabinets were lined with bottle after bottle of potions. She looked through them and finally pulled out a vial of Calming Draught and handed it to Wood, instructing him to drink it after which he soon came out of his shock and sat there calmly.

One hour later

Oliver could feel the effects of the Calming draught start to wear off. Worry started to seep into his mind and he began to get restless. He needed to move around, talk, do SOMETHING. Oliver took a calming breath and tried to look for a distraction, hopefully if he didn't think about anything he wouldn't have to worry about it and eventually he would find himself awake in his bed in Gryffindor tower, or find that he passed out in the dungeons. Oliver found his distraction in a boy sitting besides his bed, hunching over a book. He remembered the boy to be Remus and, blushing when he remembered their past conversation, decided talk to him.

"Eh…Remus?" He asked, hoping the boy wasn't sleeping or something.

The boy looked up curiously and Oliver found him staring into beautiful eyes of honey brown. All thoughts of his conversation with the headmaster left his mind in a flash and he was content to just stare into those eyes.

'They are pretty;

'Who are you?'

'I'm your conscience'

'I have one of those? Hmmm….'

'Maybe you should say something to him.'

'Who?'

'The boy with the beautiful eyes.'

'Oh, yeah, him. What about him'

'You might want to say something'

'Why'

'Cause he's looking at you'

'I'm looking at him too.'

'Yeah but his lips are moving.'

Oliver's eyes moved and lingered on Remus' lips. His perfect, sensual, pink lips. Oliver's heart started to beat at an uneven rhythm.

"Oliver! Oliver! Is something wrong!" Remus yelled out irritably.

"Hmm..What! Oh no nothings wrong sorry!" Oliver said hastily.

"Well…you said my name and than you just sat there." Remus said, annoyed.

"I-I said your name?" Oliver asked and Remus let out a frustrated sigh. "Oh, right. I just wanted to ask you what you were reading is all." Oliver said, heart still pounding. "So, what are you reading?" Oliver asked.

Remus looked a little uncomfortable and looked away and down at Oliver's pillow.

"Come on. You can tell me." Oliver said, jumping up and down excitedly.

Remus shyly lifted the book so that the front was facing Oliver. The title shined in the light, bright and clear; Romeo and Joseph by Willma Shakspar.

"Cool! Is it a romance novel?" Oliver asked slyly, winking to add to the effect.

Remus nodded.

"So do they describe the…." Oliver started making obscene gestures and Remus threw a pillow at him.

That's pretty much how the day progressed; Oliver and Remus joking. It was fun too.

Pomfrey walked in about an hour later carrying a heavy school trunk (with her wand of course.)

"What's that?" Oliver asked when she waved her wand and the trunk fell with a thud by his bed.

"Clothes for you. Dumbledore got them. Thought you might like other clothes besides those." She said, indicating his shirt and pants; he'd taken off his robe somewhere during the conversation.

"Oh, great. Can I take a shower?" Oliver asked abruptly.

"Sure." Pomfrey gave him directions to the shower and he grabbed 2 towels from the trunk and headed there.

Oliver sighed in satisfaction when he exited the shower.

"All nice and clean." He muttered, wrapping the dark green towel around his waist and using a smaller one to dry his hair.

Grabbing his clothes, he headed back towards the hospital wing, still running the towel through his hair. Walking into the hospital wing he saw two other boys sitting with Remus. One had raven colored hair and wore glasses. Oliver would have thought this to be Harry except for the fact that he had hazel eyes.

'So, this must be Harry's father.' Oliver thought, feeling kind of awkward.

The other boy resembled, very closely, a rat, or he did to Oliver. His eyes were small and water and his face and nose narrow. Oliver wasn't exactly sure he was comfortable with him but figured he shouldn't judge.

They appeared to not have noticed him and Oliver was about to say something when the door banged open and he turned just in time to have a body hurled at him. He fell to the ground and a body landed on top of him, in between his spread out legs. He felt the rubbing off fabric on his lower region and realized his towel had fallen off him and was currently laying spread out beneath his butt. The other boy lay on top off him, using their arms to support them.

Oliver found himself staring into icy blue eyes and a tanned face; the boys shoulder length black hair tickled Oliver's face, emphasizing just how close they were.

"Hi, I'm Sirius." He said huskily, warm breath tickling his nose.

"Hi. Oliver." He said.

"I would shake your hand but I can't seem to reach it, so I'll just settle for-" He ground his hips against Oliver's, making him let out a shocked gasp.

"SIRIUS BLACK!" Remus yelled out scoldingly. "Help the boy up. That's all you need to do." He said in frustration and Oliver heard a mumbled "Oi, every single time."

"Geez Remus, no need to loose your temper." Sirius said, getting off of Oliver.

"Yeah, besides, I think I liked it." Oliver said, standing up completely naked, crossing his arms over his chest, and showing them the proof.

James and Peter sat chuckling in the background while Remus just put his head in his hands and sat there shaking it.

"MR. WOOD!" Madam Pomfrey yelled. "PUT SOME CLOTHES ON THIS INSTANT!"

"Geez, It's nothing you haven't seen before." Oliver muttered then went over to his truck, bending down to pick some clothes, butt sticking up in the air purposely in her direction. "God, no appreciation of the human body." He said irritably.

"Well I sure appreciate it." Sirius said, standing behind him and staring at his bottom.

Oliver looked over his shoulder and winked at him.

"Well, maybe I'll let you examine it later."

James, Peter, and Remus watched the exchange wearily.

"I think we're going to have to watch out for those two." James muttered.

"I just hope for our sake your wrong, though I highly doubt it." Remus muttered.

"Totally." Was Peters ever-so-intelligent answer.

A/N: Okay my other chapters are going to be longer, I just wanted to get this one in today.