Summary: When Sirius Black helped his best-friend James with his new house, he didn't know that they were about to be attacked. An attack that would send them 25 years into the future where everything he valued lost. SB/HG one-sided HG/RW

Main Pairings: Sirius Black and Hermione Granger, James Potter and Lily Evans, Remus and Tonks

One Side Pairings: Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley, Young Remus and Hermione, Harry and Ginny

Rated: High Teen

Genres: Romance, Angst, Drama, Humor

Warnings: Mild Adult Situations, Language, Violence, Top nudity, Death, A rewrite of Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows (at the point when Ron left)

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The Time-Travelers Companion

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Number 12 Grimmauld Place had seen better days. It was hard to believe that just a few months ago that Hermione, Mrs. Weasley and Ginny had set out to clean up most of the place. It was a hard mission for them. Now the place were covered in dust. Harry helped Hermione put each of the strangers in separate rooms. They figured that they have a good couple of days till things had died down to go to Godric Hollow. Harry had placed the first stranger, the one that appealed to him more into his old room that he shared with Ron. This stranger looked almost the same as him, but deep down he knew that he should know who this person was. He stripped his wet clothes off and dressed him into Sirius's old clothes when he used to stay there before his untimely death during his fifth year. Harry took away his wand, that he noticed hidden inside his clothes and tuck the stranger in, along with binding his hands together in the bed. He then left the room warded the door and make his way to the kitchen where he found Kreacher who was muttering something ugly under his breath most likely him and Hermione. It would make sense to use a warming charm, but somehow Harry didn't want to use much magic than it was needed now.

Hermione glanced down at the young man that Harry left in her charge. He looked so much as the decease Sirius Black, but without the wrinkles and the haunted look upon his face. His skin was pale. His clothes was soaked. All the color began to drain rapidly from his face and Hermione feared that he would have die if she didn't do anything. She pressed the tip of her wand on his chest and quietly utter a warming charm. His clothes instantly became dried, but still left the dirt from the forest. She touched his forehead to check his temperature and he was hot to the touch and she winced. Hermione didn't know why she was taking care of compete strangers. What if they were Death Eaters or spies? A small part of her told her otherwise, telling her brain to shut the hell up. The young man groaned under her burning touch. His grey stormy eyes flickered opened unfocusingly staring at her in some kind of awe.

"Are you an angel?" He uttered hoarsely, and Hermione found her cheeks warming up to his comment. Before she could reply to him with a sharp reply, his eyes closed and he fell back into a deep slumber leaving Hermione with her thoughts.

He's having a very bad fever if this going to happen.

Hermione sighed and went to next to the last young man, he was stained with faded scars and his skin was even paler than the guy she attended before. With another quiet warming charm she dried his clothes and with a carefully levitate charm, she hoisted them both up the stairs, one in Fred and George's old room, bind and warded. The other in her and Ginny's rooms, bind and warded.

Hermione met Harry back in the kitchen.

"Kreacher, some tea please." Harry called the house-elf and Hermione send him a disapproval look, sitting down at the kitchen table. Ever since what happened in fifth year, Harry been treated Kreacher worse then crap. She figured that he did deserved it, since what he done to Sirius, but a part of her will always go out to those small house-elves being enslaved. She learned to pick her battles and remained silent as Kreacher put on the kettle on the stove with a slam.

Harry looked at Hermione for any kind of guidance of what to do with these strangers.

"They look familiar." He commented.

Hermione nodded her head

"I know."

"Should we question them later tonight?"

"It's for the best."

Their was a huge bang upstairs following by a unfamiliar curse above them.

"I'm taking it they're awake now?" Harry smirked in a lopsided manner.

"How well will our wards hold?" He then asked.

"We should be good for a bit. We did took their wands and bind them." She spoke calmly on the subject, still thinking about the words that the stranger had dared utter to her.

"Bloody hell!" James bellowed, shaking roughly on the bed, but he nor his hands wouldn't budge. The bed moved a bit and made a loud tug against the wooded floor. He had just woken up bind and wandless in a strange bed with no one near. The memories from before rushed back to him and he was confused even more. He remembered that he was ambushed along with his best mates and they were dueling for their lives. He looked around the dark room wondering where his friends were even at. He found no one. He struggled against the invisible bond once more, but no use.

He was captured, most likely by Death Eater and being kept alive for questioning.

Like hell he would give in to them and spilled everything. He would bite his own tongue and drowned in his own blood before that happened. He closed his eyes tiredly, remembering his wife Lily. What will happened to her when he's gone? Was she be alright? The attack seemed planned. The door opened to his room and a shadow of a figure stood at the doorway. James could tell it was a man by it's body shape. He flicked his hand and soon light filled the room. There stood his complete twin except the eyes and the strange lighting bolt scar on his forehead.

"I see you're awake." Harry said amused.

James glared at him.

"Where am I? Where's Sirius and Remus?" He snarled, not even noticing the moment of shock and confusing flashed within his green eyes. James glared even harder when the boy remained silent. By the looks of him he was about a good three years younger than himself. His eye connected with familiar green orbs and James gasped.

Lily?

"First tell me who you are?" The green-eyes boy demanded automatically.

The hazel male didn't look at him, refusing to answer.

"Show to me you're really J-James P-Potter. What is your animagus form?"

James was startled.

How did this stranger know his name, and if he known who he was why was he demanding proof. How did he know what he was? Harry started to realized that he wouldn't answer his questions very well. He wasn't like Snape. That man could get the answer within a few good seconds with a certain potion, now he have to reply on this stranger reactions.

"Are you a stag?"
The bed began to rattled, startled James began to panicked.

"Who the fuck are you?!"

That was it. That was the reaction that Harry was looking for, but now he was confused. How was this even possible?

At this moment, he stared at his father and realized that his father who didn't even know who he really was.

When Harry decided to pay the stranger that was starting all kinds of disruptive noises a visit, Hermione went and checked with the long-haired young man. The wards recognized her and let her in the room. There on the bed tucked away a very young Sirius Black. A cold wet rag was on his forehead cooling him. His breathing was very hollow and she silently became worry about him. Hermione sat down at the edge of the bed.

This was one of the things that her and Harry had done impulsively. If it wouldn't for the fact that they were being hunted down, they would have left them there without much of a goodbye, but they panicked. What if this was the wrong move? What if this move killed both her and Harry? Her eyes lingered on the young man's face. He was a good few years older than her.

There was a few scars on his lower lip, faded.

His arms were stained with bruises and scratches.

She touched his cheek gently, and almost all the thoughts of Ron left her head. His breath hitched at her touch. She paused, almost snapping at herself what she was doing. She left, hurrying reinforcing the wards on the door when she went.