A/N: Sorry i haven't updated in a while. No real excuses, i'm just lazy! Anyway, here's the next chapter.

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Harry had been in many odd situations before. He had become half fish for an hour. He had seen himself duplicated seven times. Heck, he had flown out of a bank on a dragon for gods' sake. But this has got to be the weirdest of them all.

He was sitting in the headmaster's office at Hogwarts, watching his deceased Headmaster pace around the room, and no one knew who he was.

He had been in a state of shock after seeing the elder wand, and had allowed the Dumbledore impersonator to lead him up to his office without much of a fight. But now, he needed some answers.

"Professor," he started (might as well play along) "What's going on?"

Dumbledore stopped pacing and shot him a shrewd look.

"I'm afraid I can't answer that," he replied, "One because I don't know, and two because for all I know you are a Death Eater intent upon infiltrating the school upon Voldemort's orders."

Now Harry was shocked. Dumbledore was accusing him of being a Death Eater? Him? But this was all stupid anyhow as Dumbledore was dead and quite incapable of talking to Harry let alone asking him stupid questions.

"Sir, you know. Or at least you should." Harry said, quite puzzled know. Now Dumbledore looked wary.

"How should I know you? Maybe it is a curse of old age but I don't recall ever seeing you at Hogwarts, nor do you fit the descriptions of any of the Death Eaters I know of. The only person who fits your description is James Potter, who I am quite certain is not you, for he was the one who found you. I would suspect it to be a joke of some sorts by him and Mr Black, but they looked just as confused as you do now, and alas, they are not the best actors."

Okay, Harry thought, what the hell was going on? Not only was Dumbledore alive, but he was implying that Harry's dead father and godfather were too, and more than that, no one seemed to know him at this point in time. At this point in time!

Struck by a sudden suspicion, Harry looked at Dumbledore more closely. Though still old, his face possessed fewer lines, and there were still a few streaks of auburn in his waist long hair and beard. Not even polyjuice could produce these effects. Now that he thought about it, surely it would be impossible to polyjuice a dead person would appear, well, dead.

"Professor, what year is it," said Harry slowly, thinking how stupid a question this must sound. Sure enough, Dumbledore looked vaguely surprised.

"Why its 1977 young man, as it has been for ten months now. Are you sure you're alright?"

Okay, though Harry, don't panic. It's no big deal. Just being thrust back twenty or so years into the past where your dead parents, godfather, and many others are still alive. Oh, and don't forget the fact that you have no way home. Yeah, no reason to panic.

"Because, sir," Harry said, then hesitated. What should he say? He couldn't change the future. Not just as everything was starting to be alright again. But could he? Said that little voice in the back of his mind. He would have parents for once. He could change it so that they killed Voldemort earlier, prevent all those deaths. No he couldn't, it would mess everything up. Like Hermione had said, time travel was dangerous. He could mess up the entire universe. But surely, even if he wanted to, he couldn't change the future. Because where he was now had already happened. So no matter what he did, nothing would change and he would be fine. If he got back to future that is.

Throughout this minor brain battle, Dumbledore was watching him curiously waiting for him to speak. Choosing his words with the upmost care, harry tried to explain,

"You see sir, I am from the future – please don't interrupt," he said as Dumbledore was on the verge of doing so, "1997 to be exact, and I don't know how I got here. I was just talking to my friends and next thing I know I'm in the hospital wing."

Dumbledore surveyed him thoughtfully over his half-moon glasses.

"Mr Potter – I assume that is your name, your resemblance to James Potter is startling, your father perhaps?" Harry nodded in response, "What do you remember before you became unconscious? Did you see anything, touch anything, feel anything?"

Harry closed his eyes in concentration. There was something there…

"I was talking to my friends," he said, his eyes still closed, "about something that happens in the future," Here he stopped and looked at Dumbledore questioningly.

In answer to Harry's unasked question, Dumbledore smiled.

"I think it is best that you tell me as little as possible about the events of the future, less I be inclined to change them. Of course, I will have to perform a memory on the school and when you leave, but its best to be safe, don't you agree?"

"Yes," Harry answered distractedly, "Professor, I do remember something. I was talking to my friends, but then," Harry screwed up his eyes trying to remember, "Death Eaters!"" His eyes snapped open, "We were attacked by Death Eaters. I remember one of them cast a spell and it hit me. I blacked out and then, then I was here." He ended rather feebly.

Now Dumbledore smiled in relief which was the very last thing Harry felt like doing.

"Well, that is very good news then," Dumbledore said, still smiling, "You see, no spell is permanent. Even the permanent sticking spell (contrary to the name) will wear off if left for long enough. If it had been some advanced time turner that had brought you back you would be in trouble, for there is no way in this time of returning you to the future, but as it was a spell, we can only presume that eventually you will return to the future at some point. We cannot tell when, so it is best to be alert at all times."

Harry, for the first time today, felt relieved. But then something occurred to him.

"Sir, but that means that I could be here for months, years even! I need to get back to my own time. My friends need me!"

To Harry's slight annoyance, Dumbledore just kept smiling.

"My dear boy, if I am right – which between you and me I usually am – then the length of your stay here depends on the strength of the spell caster. It would take an exceptionally powerful wizard to keep you in the past for longer than a year. So no need to worry about that. For now though, you will have to stay somewhere. You are welcome to stay here as a student, but I must ask how old you are."

Harry, still shocked by these newfound revelations took a moment to answer.

"Seventeen. I should be in my seventh year. Gryffindor"

Now this was not strictly true. Technically he should have just finished his school years but unless he was much mistaken, 1977 was the year in which his parents were seventh years, and he would not let this opportunity pass.

"Right then," said Dumbledore, clapping his hands together, " I must announce to the school that we have an exchange student from Durmstrang to join our seventh years, and that Mr Harry Otter shall be in Gryffindor."

Harry raised his eyebrow.

"Harry Otter sir?" he asked.

"Well we can't have you as Harry Potter, can we." Dumbledore said, his eyes twinkling, "I'm sure that some of our cleverer students could work some things out for themselves."

Harry smiled, but then he was struck by another depressing thought.

"Professor," he started, "I don't have anything with me,"

Once again Dumbledore smiled.

"I believe that one of your friends from the future may have realised that and tried to help you. A trunk belonging to someone with the letters H.P arrived shortly after yourself. I shall ensure that it is taken up to your dormitory."

Silently thanking Hermione, Harry got up to leave. Dumbledore stood too.

"I must go," he said, "it is nearly time for dinner, and we best get down there early if I must announce you before they can start."

With that, he swept out of the office, Harry following.