Let's pretend there's a really valid, believable reason why I didn't include the famous 'come with me if you want to live' line. I had one written in my notes for this story, my account got hacked, and I lost all the notes for it. So let's pretend it's still here.

Also uh? Hi! To anyone asking to try their hand at writing this story: YES! Feel free! I'd love to see some credit heading my way, and also links to your stories too!

"So are you the thing that went after my mom?" John asked. Harry winced at his brothers' bluntness, but knew the question was needed. After a moment of silence, with only the wind and the rev of the motorcycle to keep them company, the Terminator responded.

"I am the same kind. Captured by the human resistance and reprogrammed to help them survive." He spoke, tone monotonous, even with the odd accent that neither of the boys could place. "Charmed with failsafes and oaths of loyalty, it is not possible for me to defect." He explained.

"Charmed? Oaths of loyalty?" Harry asked.

"You are a wizard. You are capable of influencing my technology to your advantage, giving humans the much-needed edge in the war."

Harry and John glanced at each other. Wizard? It explained the weird feelings and situations Harry had found himself in, but it was still odd to hear.

"Well, what's the plan now?" John asked, after a while more of driving. They had long lost the police officer/terminator thing, and were on the way to the outskirts of the city, as far away as they could get from him.

"Gather supplies. Go to England, for Harry to get his education."

"But… what about Sarah?" Harry asked.

"Not required for the mission."

"Not required? Not required? Stop the bike!" Harry seethed, grabbing hold of whatever magic he could reach and willing it to stop the bike. Sadly, it didn't work, but the terminator stopped the bike anyway, and they all hopped off. "Neither of us," Harry gestured at John and himself. "-would be here if it weren't for Sarah, so don't you dare say that she's not required!"

The terminator didn't respond. He simply stood still, staring at Harry in silence. Eventually, the seconds dragged on, Harry shifted uncomfortably. "Well?"

"Adjusting parameters. Next step, find Sarah Connor."

John blinked. That was easy.

"Mom. Mom!" The boys yelled, tugging at her arms insistently. Sarah just stared in horror. The same Terminator that went after her all those years ago, tried to kill her and her unborn little boy, killed her lover in cold blood, right in front of her.

And it just- shot another Terminator?

Her boys' yells finally came into focus

"Mom, it's ok, he's a good guy, but we have to go now!" Harry yelled, his magic swirling around his trembling hands, making her stand up suddenly. He blushed deeply, but dragged her down the hall anyway.

"The shotgun wound will cripple the other Terminator, but not for long. We must get to the nearest airport, and fly to England." Their Terminator explained, voice just loud enough to be heard over the roar of the motorcycle.

"England? What for?" Sarah asked suspiciously.

"Harry must get his magical education, in order to be prepared for the war."

"Magical education? There are others like him?"

"His birth parents were both magical, part of a small population of witches and wizards that went to a magical school known as Hogwarts in Scotland. When he turns eleven this month, he will receive the letter of invitation via an owl, and include the supply list."

"Owl?" Harry mouthed to John. His brother just shrugged.

"What should we call you? I doubt even the magical community would be ok with us calling you 'Terminator'." Sarah drawled.

"Harry and John called me Uncle Bob."

The two boys glanced at each other, and then over at their mom, who just raised an eyebrow.

"No points for originality, boys."

"Uncle Bob…" Harry still felt weird calling him that, even after three weeks of living together in an abandoned, but livable, apartment on the outskirts of England. Bob turned to him. "Can you tell me what my older self told you about my parents? I don't… really know anything about them."

Bob's usual almost-glare softened slightly, and he nodded. "James Charlus Potter was a Pureblood, with thick, curly black hair like yours, brown eyes, and dark brown skin. Lily Juniper Evans was a Muggleborn, with bright red hair, fair skin, and green eyes like yours. James was a Chaser for Gryffindor's Quidditch team for most of his time at Hogwarts, and Lily was always in the library, or with Professor Flitwick, the Charms professor. After graduating, James soon became an Auror along with his best friends Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew, while Lily went on to attain a mastery in Charms, and was attempting a mastery in Potions before she died."

At this point, Harry noticed that Sarah and John had shuffled closer, sitting on the bed with Harry and offering what emotional support they could. Uncle Bob would, but he wasn't… there yet. There was some emotional capacity, enough to understand what a person was feeling, and a general reason as to why, but he didn't know how to comfort people.

"James and Lily were not friends for most of their time in school. James was a prankster, and a bully, until his seventh year, and Lily was a studious, stubborn girl. James attempted to woo her, beginning in fourth year, but Lily found him mean-spirited, especially towards her friend Severus Snape, who was a Slytherin. It took a prank from him and his friends almost killing Severus for James to mature enough so Lily could even tolerate him." Here, Bob paused, and scanned the window for anyone or anything approaching.

Harry didn't like where this was going. He knew that no one was perfect, but… his dad was a bully?

"James learned his lesson, and apologized to Severus years later, but by that point, Severus was a spy, hidden amongst the Death Eaters, and could do nothing lest he give away his position. Your parents married a year after graduation, had you a year later, and went under the Fidelius charm a year after that." Harry blinked at the sudden change, but said nothing. Bob suddenly shifted, and stood up from his chair. "Here comes the owl."

They all watched as a big eagle owl flew down to the windowsill, and tap gently on the glass. Bob opened the window, and held his hand out for the owl to climb up on, removing the rolled-up, dirty piece of paper from its' leg in the process.

Bob, I don't know if your story is really to be believed, but I'm thankful nonetheless. Your proof got me out of Azkaban, several years early if you're to be believed, and safely in St. Mungo's while I heal from the damage. My trial is set for a week from now, and Pettigrew's three days after. Remus has stopped by, and nearly went feral when he smelled your last letter. He says it smelled wrong, but couldn't place how. I showed him all our previous interactions and he understood, but still didn't like the scent.

Harry, I hope you're able to come to my trial, at least so I can finally see you in person after all these years. Maybe even Pettigrew's trial? I understand it's not safe, especially with the riots that my innocence brought about, but I'm not able to take custody for another month, at least, and I'd like to get to know you, and your surrogate family.

Hope to meet you all soon,

Sirius Black.