-1Disclaimer: Do not own a thing really. Just plot.

Author Notes: I really don't know where I'm going with this, but I have a vague idea. And I'm going to try to update this once a week till it's completed and then never again write a multi-chapter story. God, it's been so long since 'Time Slip.' I can't remember half the stuff I'm suppose to know. I'll probably reread it eventually, but till then, please live with the mistakes.

Important Note: In the beginning notes of 'Time Slip,' I said that it was Harry's seventh year and it was about to begin. So, were going to go with that. And honestly, I looked on the HP lexicon and realized Sirius has different eyes and all, but when 'Time Slip' was written, I didn't know. I also apologize for the first two chapters. I may go rewrite someday…

Time Warp

Chapter Two

The Impression That I Get

The dark haired couple fell through the fireplace and landed on the carpeted floor of Grimmauld Place. Harry sat up till he was on his knees, staring at the living room. It was not nearly as dark as it once was, but it still gave off this slight chill. The bookshelves hadn't been cleaned yet, still covered in cobwebs and the furniture still looked like it might bite if it didn't want your arse on its cushions. The lights barely hit the corners, giving the illusion that there were things better left alone hiding there.

"I'm going to make this place loveable one day."

Harry looked up to see the slightly taller man was standing, surveying the room with a slight frown. The long haired young man glanced down at him, a smile forming. He leaned down, a hand graciously held out "Love, need help?"

Harry smiled back, shaking his head slowly. "Of course." A pale hand reached out to grab the slightly tanner one. They're hands fit perfectly, Sirius' Beater strengthened fingers wrapping firmly around his. Harry was tugged up till he was standing next to his lover. There was only a slight height difference between them, and they shared a few similarities. They both had black hair, though Harry's was more a dark brown black, short and shaggy, while Sirius' was long and sleek, having a more blue tint. They both had a similar build, though Harry was thinner and Sirius was more muscular. Even their facial features were vaguely the same, except Harry's were sharper. So really, they were completely different.

Harry looked into icy blue eyes and the older boy stared into emerald green. They both started to think rather naughty thoughts when suddenly the door slammed opened. Their focus turned towards the door, though they never let go of each others hand.

The younger boy smiled as a young woman stumbled into the room, her neon pink hair short and spiked. "Hey!" she said, her voice echoing in the room. "What took you so long?" A smile graced her lips and her blue eyes seemed to sparkle. She tugged at her blue jean jacket that was over a dark green tank top.

"Hullo Tonks." Harry said. Fingers slipped through his own and he turned his head in time to see Sirius walking towards his cousin.

"Haven't seen you in ages darling!" Sirius said, his voice booming in the enclosure. Harry followed at a more leisurely pace as the taller man hugged Tonks.

Tonks laughed. "I've missed you too!" Harry reached them in time for Sirius to set her down, her combat boots clomping on the floor. They were nearly the same height. "And Harry," she turned to him. "where's the love?" Harry shrugged. A laugh escaped his throat as Tonks wrapped her arms around him, holding him tight. "There's the love." The pink haired woman said, letting him go. As she stepped back, the smile left her eyes. "I guess we better get to that meeting."

The mood changed, the slight chill seeping in again. They two men looked at each other. Harry frowned at the other, who gave a bright but fake smile. "Let's get going then." Sirius said, linking his arm through Harry's. "Lead the way." He nodded at his cousin, his hair swaying with the motion. Tonks nodded and turned, heading out the door.

They group turned left and headed down a poorly lit hall. "You think with all their magic, they could get the bloody lights to do their jobs." Sirius whispered into Harry's ear. He snorted, glancing at the hall. It was narrow and a dark green, portraits of past Black's staring as the trio walked by. Their feet clomped noisily on the wooden floor as Tonks lead on.

Harry saw they were nearing the door they normally went through, but the Hufflepuff lead them past it. "Um, Tonks?"

Tonks turned her head and winked at Harry. "We've moved to the formal dining room. We've acquired a few new bodies."

The couple exchanged looks as Tonks stopped in front of a different door. Her fingers wrapped around a gold knob. She turned it, the engraved dark wooden door opening without a creak. The pink haired woman walked in, held the door open and waved them in. Sirius' arm slipped out from Harry's elbow as he took the first steps into the well lit room. Harry followed right behind, stepping to stand next to Sirius.

It was one of the larger rooms of the house. It housed a long table with enough seats to fit all the seventh years. Logically, it shouldn't work with the size of the house, but magically it did. There were three chandeliers, all connected with glittering crystals across the ceiling. Cabinets lined the pale blue walls on either side, filled with fine china and other valuable dining wear. At the other end was a door that lead to the kitchens. The floor was polished wood, reflecting the light to make the room even brighter.

But that wasn't the focus of Harry's attention. No, it was those who were sitting at the table that held his attention. There were familiar faces. The pleasantly plumped Mrs. Weasley was at the head, lining up refreshments down the table with her wand. Mr. Weasley was cheerfully talking to Kingsley, who had a blank look on his face, and two people Harry didn't know. They were obviously twins in their early twenties with reddish brown hair and chocolate brown eyes. But they were opposite genders, the girl having long wavy hair and wearing clothes that left nothing to be imagined. The boy, on the other hand, wore a simple t-shirt and his hair cropped short.

At another group, McGonagall was speaking with a serious look on her face to Dumbledore, who was busily braiding a bit of his beard, and Snape who wasn't even trying to look amused.

Moody was also there, speaking quietly to another young man Harry couldn't identify. He was maybe in his mid-twenties, with vivid, neon green hair and two different colored eyes. One was a forest green and the other an ocean blue, but both sparkled with mischief. The smile never left his face as he nodded to whatever Moody was saying to him.

The last pair was Remus and a familiar looking woman who was about the same age. Her hair was light brown and cut about her ears, showing off her pixie like face. Her dark brown eyes seemed to smile as she spoke softly back to Remus.

Harry jumped as the door slammed behind, turning his head to look. He wasn't the only one either. Suddenly, the already nearly silent room became deathly silent, most of the occupants turning towards the noise with a battle ready stance. The dark haired boy could feel Sirius stiffen beside him. "Oh, I'm sorry." Tonks said, wincing. She stepped away, heading towards Remus and the other woman. "It slipped. But," she said as she sat next to the werewolf, elbows on the table. "I collected the other two."

The younger boy waved at them. "Hello, we have arrived!" Sirius announced, as if they hadn't already known. He reached his hand behind him, tugging Harry with him as he started the trek across the room to sit across from his best friend. Harry sat beside him.

"Hello Harry dear, Sirius." Molly said, waving her wand a bit. The food settled, and after a once over, she sat down. "I hope you're doing well."

Harry nodded at her. "Peachy." he replied. From the corner of his eyes, he caught his boyfriend leaning over the table. Harry turned his complete attention to the other man, who was busy beckoning Remus.

"Hey Remy." Harry heard him stage whisper as the tired looking werewolf leaned closer.

"Yes?" he replied, and the young wizard could hear exhaustion in his voice.

"Who's the babe?"

The emerald eyed boy frowned. He aimed his foot well, smashing it into the others shin. A brief flash of pain crossed his face as he sat back into his chair. Harry heard a giggle and saw that it came from the brunette.

"Uh…" Remus started and Harry saw that both he and Tonks were blushing. "This is Abigail Walker."

The name rang no bell to Harry and from the look on Sirius' face, he didn't remember her either. "You don't remember me?" the brunette asked, her hand coming up to push a bit of hair out of her face.

"I'm sorry," Sirius said, sitting in a slightly awkward position as he tried to rub the feeling back into his leg. "But I don't remember you."

A snort escaped past her lips. "That's alright. I've grown up quite a bit since then." She cocked her head to the side and pursed her lips. "Imagine me you're age with longer hair and a nurses outfit. You might recall me then."

Harry still didn't quite get it, when suddenly Sirius went, "Oh yes!" He sat up straighter. "You're Remus date from Halloween!"

Emerald eyes widened. Yes, he remembered now. Sirius leaned towards him, his hair tickling the side of his face. "That's why Tonks is jealous." His breath whispered across his cheek.

Harry swatted at him softly. "Well, she is a babe." He spoke very quietly back. Sirius frowned at him before sticking out his tongue.

The young Seeker opened his mouth to tell his lover not to stick it out unless he was going to use it properly, but a soft laughter interrupted. Everyone turned to look at the source, and he realized it was coming from the red headed girl. She was leaning over, elbows on the table, the shirt she was wearing barely held her chest in check. "Mother, I never knew."

Abigail turned a slight frown in the young woman's direction. "You never wanted to dear. You thought my stories from my school years were dull." The brunette turned her attention back to Harry and his group. "This is my daughter, Kyrin, and my son Christopher."

"Stone." The red head said, her bottom lip sticking out for a moment. It was then Harry's turn to frown as the woman looked beside him, a seductive smile crossing her face. "I'm Kyrin Stone."

"And I'm Christopher Cross."

Those who were paying attention and actually cared turned their gazed towards the man with two colored eyes. His accent wasn't British, but more American. He smiled, his head tilting to the side, allowing his hair to fall into his face. "I'm a metamorphmagus." He ran his hand through his hair as it lengthened and a morphed into a bright orange, while his bright eyes turned to a dull gray. "A bit more than out lovely Miss Tonks." He winked at her while his features returned to normal. "I can even make myself a bit feminine, but that can get awkward."

Harry nodded. He supposed it could. The Gryffindor felt the body shift beside him and he turned to see his fellow house mate raise his hand. When he had acquired Christopher attention, he spoke. "So, wait…you're name is Chris Cross?"

A very adorable smile, at least in Harry's opinion, spread across the others face. "Yeah, pretty awesome right?" He nodded, agreeing with himself. "But wait till you meet some of the others. Totally better names." Chris leaned a bit back in his chair, his focus turning.

Harry followed his gaze and saw that Dumbledore was now standing. The rest of the room was silent. "Thank you for introducing yourselves." He nodded in their generally direction. "They are some of our newest Order members." A pale, wrinkled hand went to his beard, it stroking the braid. "This meeting, however, is not a formal one. Instead it's a informative one." His sparkling blue eyes turned to Harry and Sirius. "You two, and the entire school, need more protection detail. So I've asked the assistance of the Stone's and Mr. Cross and one other. They shall be new students for this coming seventh year."

"But Albus dear," Molly spoke up, looking at the older wizard. "Hogwarts' haven't had exchange students in years. How will you explain that to the other students?"

'A valid point', Harry thought, watching the adults. A smile lifted the corner of his lips as he felt Sirius chin lean into his shoulder.

"Yes, that has been true for the past years," Dumbledore said, moving his body to face the woman more. "However, many parents now feel that their current schools are not equipped to defend against an army, unlike Hogwarts."

The neon haired boy snorted. "I think it would be the complete opposite. Old Voldie is only aiming for Hogwarts, leaving most of the other schools untouched."

Dumbledore nodded. Harry felt something uncomfortable in his chest as the old Headmaster's eyes flickered to him. "But they also feel that there is something at Hogwarts that isn't at the others school."

The room went silent. Harry could feel Sirius jaw tense before it lifted away. "You mean 'someone', don't you?" Potter could hear the displeasure in his lover's voice.

"Well, yes, we have Dumbledore." Molly spoke. It was obvious she was trying to break the slight tension that was building.

"We also have the Boy Who Lived."

Harry actually smiled, as he turned to Severus. It was the first time he had spoken this whole meeting. In reality, this had been one of the quieter meetings. Snape's gaze locked with Harry's a moment before it turned away. They had an unique relationship now. Two different times melded into one. One time where they hated each other, another where they were great friends. Now it could be a bit awkward, though more so for Snape than for Harry.

Molly narrowed her chocolate colored eyes at the Potion Master. "That too."

Dumbledore raised his hand. "That is quite enough." Molly gaze a final death glare before pouting a bit in her seat. Snape shrugged. "It doesn't matter what other school's think. This is for the Order, nothing more." Dumbledore nodded at the group. "I believe Molly's food is getting cold." With that, the Headmaster sat, his reach going for the roasted potatoes.

Harry took that as his queue to get his own food. Everyone else did the same. There was a lot of clanking and wand waving before all were satisfied with their selection. The emerald eyed young man started with his own roasted potatoes. "So, Remus…"

Harry looked to Sirius, who was ignoring his plate in favor of smirking at one of his best friends. "Yes?" The werewolf replied, amber eyes narrowed in suspicion.

Sirius tilted his head, the smile widening. "Enjoying reminiscing seventh year?"

Tonks glared at him, while Abigail rolled her eyes. Remus gave him a blank look before going back to his steak. "Enjoying repeating seventh year?"

"Ouch. Not nice." Sirius mocked, his hand going to his heart. Harry snorted. Sirius turned to him and smiled, leaning back in his seat. "Enjoying repeating with me?"

Harry gave his most charming smile, one that left a bit of mischief in his eyes. "Of course. Especially since we get to share a room." The look he received made him think Sirius couldn't agree more. Harry was contemplating kidnapping Sirius to said room, good food be damned. He was just pushing his chair back, continuously locking eyes with Sirius, when one sentence ruined his plans.

"Did you hear about the MacMillan's?" Kyrin said, to her brother. "I hear that there wasn't much left when he was done…"