Author's Note- Hey! Thanks for all the positive reviews; I love to hear that people actually like what I write!

To anyone who read this story before; I know it used to be Harry/Remus, but I've decided that I'm barely capable of writing a regular pairing that I'm familiar with, so I really can't write slash. So this story is now Harry/Hermione. There are a few new changes, so you might wanna re-read the first few chapters even if you read it before.

Well…Here's the next chapter.

Disclaimer-Not Mine. It belongs to J.K. Rowling.

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"Dialogue"

Thoughts

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Harry nodded blankly and said "It's alright." before looking away from the teenager who was unmistakably Sirius Black.

He stepped out into the train hallway and shook his head to clear the sleep-fog and shock from it.

I knew I'd be seeing them all again, why am I letting it get to me like this? Harry asked himself.

Putting the encounter from his mind for the moment, Harry walked the few meters over to where the trolley was stopped in front of a different compartment. As he bought a few snacks to munch on for the rest of the trip, Harry briefly noted that the same lady was pushing the trolley now as in his time.

He stepped back into his compartment slowly and shyly; Harry wasn't sure how to go about introducing himself, he'd never thought about how it might be awkward for him to already know so much about them while they knew nothing at all about him.

Harry recognized three of the four others in his compartment immediately, and one took him a second to recognize: Lily Evans, Sirius Black, Peter Pettigrew, and…..was that really Remus?

For a moment Harry thought his eyes were playing tricks on him; this Remus looked nothing like the one Harry was used to. Sure, there was the familiar face, but Remus looked younger than Harry could've ever imagined him.

Well, duh. Of course he looks younger Harry; it'll be nearly twenty years before you see him for the first time. He's obviously going to be a bit older. Said a voice in his head; not the kind of voice that makes you crazy, though. This was Harry's regular thoughts. He's really not crazy, much.

Harry mentally rolled his eyes at himself, but he couldn't help marveling at the effect twenty years could have on a person. It seemed that, for Remus, those twenty years must've been hard ones. Now there was not a grey hair on his sandy blonde head , he didn't look shabby in the slightest, he looked especially happy (the only time Harry could remember Remus being this Happy was when he had come to Shell Cottage to tell them all of Teddy's birth, and even then it was a different kind of happy. That had been a 'bursting with pride' happy, this was an 'I'm surrounded by friends and life is mostly amazing' kind of happy.), and he didn't look like something the cat dragged in.

Harry remembered Remus' face and any visible skin being littered with scars from his transformations, now he only had a few raw red lines on his arms and one short pink line under his left eye. There were others, but they weren't nearly as awful as the way Harry remembered. Harry assumed it was because he had now been transforming with the marauders around for nearly two years and had been mostly keeping his human mind, or as close to it as possible, and once all the marauders had been either murdered or arrested he'd had no one and had gone back to getting terribly injured once a month. Harry guessed that the few recent scars were likely from the last full moons over the summer while away from his Animagus friends.

These thoughts made Harry feel incredibly guilty for leaving Teddy to transform alone until Hermione was able to turn into her Animagus form.

Lily looked exactly as Harry's pictures showed. It seemed that the next few years won't really do much to her appearance.

Sirius wasn't what Harry was used to, but he was obviously still Sirius Black; only, he was a less haunted looking Sirius Black. His eyes lacked the dead look that Azkaban had a tendency to give and he held himself differently. The old Sirius was a brooding shell of a man, who had the occasional bout of liveliness. This Sirius had a mischievous air and nearly seemed to scream that nothing could bring him down from his cloud in the sky.

Harry shook these thoughts off and introduced himself to the teenagers and as they introduced themselves back he noticed the lack of his father. He figured that James was just off somewhere and that they'd eventually meet, and put the matter from mind and focused on Lily who was asking him why it was that they'd never met.

"Oh, I'm a transfer student. I'm just coming to Hogwarts for my seventh year."

"Why? Where'd you go before?" Sirius was curious about this new student, he seemed interesting and there was something about him that pulled Sirius in.

"I went to a small school in North-east Wales." Harry began telling the story that he and Dumbledore had agreed upon. It was terribly close to the truth and Harry didn't like it one bit, but it was easy to remember and that was why Dumbledore told him he should use it. "I'm at Hogwarts now because of some…issues in the school that happened at the end of my sixth year and during the time I should've been a seventh year." Harry really didn't want to get into the whole story and hoped they'd just let it drop.

"What happened?" Sirius pressed suspiciously, he didn't like the evasive way the last question had been answered in.

Harry sighed; he should've known Sirius never let anything drop.

"To make an incredibly long story short, a man who hated me killed the Headmaster at my school, who I looked up to as a grandfather, at the end of my sixth year. He was killed right in front of me. And the man who killed him took over the school as Headmaster the next year, and he knew I saw him kill the old Headmaster even though I was invisible at the time. I would've been killed if I'd gone back to that school."

The people in the compartment were a bit stunned and to them the worst part about it was the mostly nonchalant way in which Harry spoke about the whole thing; it was scary. Sirius suddenly wished he hadn't pushed for information.

Lily looked at Harry and saw the hidden pain in his eyes as the memories hit him hard now that he spoke about them. She leaped across the compartment and hugged him once the first and only traitorous tear slipped out of his eye as he remembered the broken bodies of all the people in this compartment. He even felt a slight pang for the loss of Peter, miserable rat that he was; he still shouldn't have died because of Voldemort. "Oh, that's awful."

Harry suddenly felt a bit uncomfortable. He had never been entirely comfortable with being touched, a by-product of life with the Dursleys. He tried to get Lily to release him by saying "I'm alright with it now. It was a while ago." but she held on a few more seconds until there was a slight commotion in the doorway of the compartment.

"Rounds were terrible, guys. Those first years- HEY! WHAT'S GOING ON IN HERE?" James Potter had just come into the compartment to see his girlfriend, the girl he'd spent six years chasing, hanging on to another man. And he didn't like it one bit.

Any happiness Harry had expected at seeing James for the first time in his life was gone at seeing the far from happy expression on his young father's face. He was now even more uncomfortable with the fact that Lily had been hugging him as tightly as she had been, he had a feeling it wouldn't exactly warm James up to him. He had a brief flashback to the way James had treated Snape and remembered that it was mostly because James had been jealous of how close Snape had been to Lily, the girl James had his eyes set on since first sight. He really hoped things didn't turn out like that between himself and the Marauders.

"Nothing." Harry mumbled, sliding further down the bench away from Lily until he was right up against the window again. "I'm going back to sleep." He really was still tired, but he was mostly trying to avoid any more awkward moments during this trip. Within moments he was asleep once more.

The sleep wasn't a pleasant one. He had a nightmare; well it was more of a flashback, about the night on top of the Astronomy Tower when Dumbledore was killed. After the scene ended with Dumbledore's broken body falling in slow motion down to the ground, it changed into the last time Harry was in the Shrieking Shack watching Nagini kill Snape. Just as Snape said "Look at me." in the memory/nightmare Harry was awoken by the feeling of being shaken.

He opened his eyes and immediately leaned back in his seat at the shock of having someone, unexpectedly, in his personal space, again.

What is it with these people in this time? Have they no respect for personal space?

Harry's main problem with personal space is he doesn't like it unexpectedly invaded; when he knows it's coming its fine.

Other than the lack of respect for personal space, Harry noticed another thing different about Remus of this time, for it was Remus who woke him up this time. Harry was fairly sure he remembered the older Remus Lupin as having amber eyes, now his eyes were quite different. They were a most interesting shade of blue with little flecks and streaks of amber.

The only thing Harry could think had changed them was maybe it was a side effect of being a werewolf to have amber eyes and it just took a while for them to change completely.

Then Harry began to wonder why he was so fascinated with Remus to begin with. He decided it was because he was the Marauder Harry had known best, and he didn't seem to be remotely similar to the Man Harry remembered.

"Are you alright? You were shaking a bit." Remus asked as he stepped away from Harry.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"Good. Well, we're about to be at the station. You might want to put your uniform on."

"Thanks, I'll do that." Harry mumbled. He wasn't too sure about his whole idea about going back to school now that he was actually faced with the reality of it, and he was fairly sure that his father didn't like him from the way James had glared upon seeing him so close to Lily.

Sirius picked up on the slight awkward note in Harry's voice and said "Don't worry about James; he just overreacted to seeing his girlfriend all over you."

"Oh. So Lily's going out with him?" Harry asked, feigning ignorance on the subject. He noticed that James wasn't in the compartment and remembered that he'd already had his school uniform on earlier. As did Peter, who was also gone.

Lily had obviously left to give them a chance to change.

Sirius laughed. "Yep, Finally. He was chasing her for years."

Harry smiled at the comment as he dug through his trunk for the familiar uniform. It seemed some things never changed, even at Hogwarts.

He turned around after he got all his uniform out of the trunk and, searching for a new topic of conversation, asked "So, Dumbledore mentioned something about sorting; what's that about."

"He didn't tell you?"

"No."

"What do you think Moony, should we tell him or let him sweat? He's reminding me of a first year now with the worries about the Sorting." Sirius was grinning at Harry.

Remus shook his head at his friend as he taunted Harry. He took pity, knowing Sirius would never tell him if he could get away with it "The Sorting is simple. There are four Houses: Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. The houses all value certain character traits. The Sorting Hat is a hat that looks into your head and tells you which House you belong in."

"Thanks. That does sound simple enough."

Harry was just tying his tie, plain black because he didn't technically have a House yet, when he noticed another something different about younger Remus. "What's that?" He asked.

"What's what?" Remus looked at Harry, raising an eyebrow.

"That." Harry said, while pointing to a spot on Remus' left upper-arm.

"Oh. That that. It's a tattoo." Remus responded while lifting his shirtsleeve higher so Harry could see the whole tattoo and glaring in Sirius' direction. Whatever the cause for the glare was, Sirius had the good grace to look away ashamed.

"It's cool, but I never would've pictured you as one for tattoos." Harry commented.

"That's because I'm not." Harry looked confused and so Remus explained. "That wasn't my idea. I didn't even know about it until I went to take a shower and saw that damn thing. That fool" Remus indicated Sirius, "got me piss drunk about two years ago and while I was knocked out he used a new spell that he'd been itching to try out. Apparently he'd had the whole thing planned for days; he'd even drawn the design himself. I hate it; I refused to talk to him for nearly a week. I'm getting rid of it once I figure out what spell he used."

Harry couldn't help but laugh at the scowl on Remus' face. "That's too bad; I think it looks cool."

He turned to Sirius and asked "Why'd you choose that design?"

"Umm… It's sorta fitting for Remus. Stars are a guide to bring people back home safely in the night, they're lights in the darkness, and in some places this kind of star is a symbol for good health which is something Moony needs a bit more of. I just thought the flames added a little flare to it, you know? Oh, and the star also works for him becau-"

Harry never heard why because Remus had slapped his hand over Sirius mouth, removing it quickly with disgust on his face after Sirius licked him, and said "Pardon him, he's got issues keeping other people's secrets."

Harry chuckled at the two and said "Alright; I'll be sure not to tell him any."

Sirius looked offended.

They kept joking around until the train pulled into Hogsmeade station, Harry's worries that the rest of the Marauders would alienate him because of James' dislike mostly forgotten.

Sirius tried to get Harry to go with the first years across the lake, claiming it was a Hogwarts rite of passage, but Harry wouldn't have it. He told Sirius he'd already seen the castle before and didn't need to get all wet waiting in the pouring rain for the boats to cross the lake.

The three ended up in a carriage together with James and Lily.

It wasn't exactly awkward, but it wasn't the most comfortable Harry'd ever been in someone's presence. Harry honestly couldn't believe that his father was going to be so petty as to immediately hate someone just because Lily had been touching them.

Honestly! It was just a friendly hug!

Once they got to the Entrance Hall Harry gladly separated from the group, needing a bit of a break from icy glares from James. He just leaned up against a wall next to the door waiting for the arrival of the First Years. All of the students Second Year and up filed away into the Great Hall and the school's front doors closed.

When Professor McGonagall appeared Harry had to stifle a smile for two reasons. The first was that there were apparently going to be some things that never change; McGonagall still had her hair up in that severe bun, she still had a stern expression, and she still held herself with the same dignity. Not that Harry had expected anything less from the Head of Gryffindor. The second reason he felt the urge to smile was that she'd been in charge of greeting the First Years for far too long; she seemed to know exactly when they were going to arrive. Seconds after she walked into the room and reached the door, Hagrid's booming knock was ringing through the Entrance Hall.

Professor McGonagall welcomed the First Years with the same old speech that Harry remembered and once again left them to wait while she went into the Great Hall to see if they were ready for the sorting to begin.

Harry could feel the curious looks from the First Years, obviously they were wondering why someone his age was with them. He ignored it in favor of searching the crowd for familiar faces.

He felt a brief twinge of disappointment at the complete lack of fiery redheads before remembering that Bill Weasley, the eldest of the Weasley children, wouldn't be at Hogwarts for another five or so years.

He did recognize one person in the crowd. Harry had a good mental laughing fit at the sight of an eleven year old Kingsley Shacklebolt. He was still bald and tall, but Harry was disappointed to note that there was no earring. He'd honestly had no idea that Kingsley was so young; Harry'd always assumed he were older than that. It probably had something to do with the auror's (and future Minister's) slow, deep voice and intimidating persona.

Harry was brought out of his musing when the First Years, and therefore Harry, were brought into the Great Hall. He stayed as out of sight as possible, standing behind all the others as far as possible from the Sorting Hat.

He ignored the staring of his new peers easily, thanks to his many years of practice.

The sorting passed slowly; the only people whose names Harry recognized were Gwenog Jones, who would later go on to captain the Holyhead Harpies, and, of course Kingsley.

Jones was sorted into Ravenclaw, oddly enough, and Kingsley became a Gryffindor. No surprise on that one.

The sorting ended with "Wiggleswade, Dempster" who became a Hufflepuff. Harry's turn came after Dumbledore stood and introduced him to the school, merely saying that he was a seventh year transfer. Harry walked calmly up to the stool and put on the Sorting Hat as he sat down. He felt quite foolish when the Hat still managed to slip over his eyes. Please, Gryffindor. He thought to the Hat. - Well this is odd, I've only ever seen three time-travelers. All of them were in their predicaments because of broken time-turners. Yes, you're an interesting one…now where to put you? - Gryffindor! Harry urged. - But I put you there last time. I agree with myself; you would've been a great Slytherin. - Harry had to resist growling at the Hat. But Gryffindor worked out just perfectly the first time around. It'll be perfect again and you know it! - If you say so, but don't come crawling to me if you hate it. GRYFFINDOR - Harry breathed a sigh of relief as he stood up. He truly had feared that the stubborn Hat would make him a Slytherin. And if there was one thing he didn't want to do it was share a dormitory with that many people who would later try to kill him. It was going to be bad enough being around Peter…. He took the Hat off and made his way to the familiar Gryffindor Table amidst light applause. It didn't seem like the Gryffindors were sure what to think of him yet. Moony, Padfoot and Lily were definitely his loudest supporters. "This is gonna be fun! I hope you're not going to be a party-pooper when it comes time for pranking." Sirius gave him the sternest look he could, trying to impress upon Harry that being a party-pooper would not be tolerated.

"Absolutely not; I wouldn't dream of it, Sirius."

"Good."

"Oh, no! Not another one."Harry heard Lily mutter. He shot her a grin and she glowered at him for it.

"Don't worry, Lily, I'm not too bad. I never really got much practice intentionally causing mayhem before; it was more like mayhem followed me. Everything I know about pranking comes from these twins I knew who plan to open a joke shop and my godfather. He was quite cruel, to tell the truth, when it came to his pranks; he didn't know where to draw the line. But the twins were harmless, if a little exuberant."

And it was true; from what Harry'd heard of Sirius' 'pranks' he really hadn't known where to draw the line. But the twins really were only interested in good fun.

"That's not entirely encouraging, Harry."

"Oh, really, Lily! Let the boy be. He can't be as awful as some people are." Remus said, throwing a halfhearted glare at James and Sirius.

"We'll see about that. I bet he could be big trouble for us, Remy. He's got the air of a natural; one who can cause mischief with the slightest touch." Sirius said.

The rest of the meal, and walk back to Gryffindor Tower passed in much the same manner.

It wasn't like anything Harry'd ever been used to in his own time. These people didn't really have any certain expectations of him, and he was enjoying the friendly banter. It wasn't something that he's really gotten to experience with any friends save Hermione, and only in the last few years with her.

"Guys, I'm sorry, but I've just remembered I've got a letter to write for Hermione and Teddy. See you later." And Harry slipped up the dormitory staircase to the Seventh Year dorm that the guys had shown him hours ago when they first came up to the tower.

In the dorm he lounged on his bed and began to write to Hermione. Mostly he was telling her that he'd made it into Gryffindor again and that he was well on his way to being friends with most of his new dorm-mates. And that he missed her already.

He had just finished signing his false name at the end of his letter when the door opened and the Marauders filed in, all looking exhausted.

That reminded Harry that he was still quite tired himself; and there would be no Teddy keeping him up all night tonight. He gladly gave in to the sleep washing over him as he changed into pajamas and crawled into the four-poster that had been assigned as his.

"Hey, Harry? Who're Teddy and Hermione that you mentioned a bit ago?" Sirius mumbled, sounding half-asleep.

Harry mumbled back, sounding more than half-asleep himself, he was sure, "Teddy's m' son. And 'Mione's his mum." before rolling over and falling into the blissful, awaiting, darkness.

"Teddy's your WHAT?" came loudly from one corner of the room, but Harry, being asleep, didn't hear it at all.

"I think he just said he's got a son. Did he really just say that?"

"I think he did, Prongs."

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Author's Note- Not the best, I know. But it's a filler until I get ideas.

What I really need is a Marauder name for Harry, because he'll have to have one eventually. Ideas? Thanks.

Thanks for the lovely reviews and thanks to the people who added it as an alert.

Love you guys,

21Shooting Stars.