Hey! Just in case you didn't know, I'm new at this thing, so play nice, 'kay? Alright, so I've read this plot enough to know that it's an awesome one but their numbers are, quite basically, few and far between. For those of you who want to know though, I really recommend these stories if you like time travel fics where Harry goes off and does something stupid which, once again, manages to land him in a sticky spot. Usually based on parallel worlds and the Marauder Era but hey, I'm a sucker for those types anyway.

Eternal Cosmos, A World Without Me. Oh, this one I really recommend. It's got everything, from a slightly super Harry, to Remus and Sirius family love, to ample Death Eater action. Best of all, it's complete! So 'whoo'!

HarryPotterBlack7, A New Life. Quite good, this one is the one where Harry plays as James's brother. Not a lot of action until farther back but it's nice to see how Harry develops throughout the story. It's Sirius/Harry pairing, obviously

mini-mind, Harry Potter and the Phoenix Burning. This also ranks up top cuz' Harry is way awesome at everything he does and everyone loves him in this story! (I just love fanfics where Harry is well-loved. Merlin knows he deserves it after all the shit he's been forced to go through) Too bad it's not a Sirius/Harry pairing though :'(. In this one too, Harry plays as James's brother.

Semika, Replay. Definitely great if you want a hell load of laughs. I swear to Hogwarts and beyond, this fic will have you falling off your chairs and laughing off your butts by chapter 6 or 7 or whatever. In the Marauder Era as well.

Trillium248, It Isn't Easy Being A Hufflepuff. Damn good if you want a smartass Harry who goes against a slightly manipulative Dumbledore and makes friends with all houses. I know you'll love it. I loved it and I couldn't stop reading until the last chapter. Unfortunately, it's still on Hiatus. Hmph. Not a Marauder Era fic, though, more to Harry's fourth year.

S'tarKan, Harry Potter and the Nightmares of Future Past. If you haven't read this, then you haven't lived at all. I mean, Siriusly people! It has like 10K+ Reviews and almost equally the same amount of favourites. Crawl out from whatever rock you live under and read this fine work of art we call a fanfiction. Unfortunately, it's also on Haitus. Waaah!

I guess that's all the *good* time travel fics I will recommend but there is one or two more that I think fans of Harry will like:

shadowarwen, Broken Dreams. Where Sirius gets his act together (he's rescued from the veil by the way) and acts as the family Harry's only dreamed about and where Harry's friends' manage to get it drilled into his head that he's loved too. By them. Anyway, lots of angst, but not too much that you want to go emo and curl up in a corner and lament (no offense to emos all over the world, though)

Artist 111, Harry Potter and the Veil of Death. I seriously love this one. Don't you ove it when Harry gets all sacrifical and stuff and gives up everything for his loved ones? If you do, then this is the fic for you! Harry saves Sirius from the Veil by pushing him away and getting in the way of the curse itself but, here's the twist. He falls in himself! *evil cackle* It's a time travel fic. How? Read to find out, but I assure you, it's definitely a good read :)

Southern Hearts, Shadowed Past. Good fic overall but the only problem is that it's incomplete. Grr... Basically, everything's in this story. Lily and James are alive. Harry got lost when he was a kid. And they don't reunite until much, muuch later. I love it. You'll love it too!

So I hope you like these stories, and if you do, feel free to PM to tell me how great I am for telling you all these Awesome stories (kidding!). But Siriusly, drop a comment on how you feel about one of the fics up here. And if you do have any fics you want to recommend that has a genre like this (e.g. time travel to Marauder Era, SiriusxHarry pairing, Harry as James's brother, Stories from the veil) Just PM me and I'll be right there. Yea!

I guess you've been waiting to read this fic in forever so go ahead. Just scroll down and leave a review at the end! thanks :)


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Title: Once bitten Twice Shy

Pairing: Sirius B/ Remus L. x Haylie P. (fem Harry P.)

Summary: Haylie Potter manages to defeat Voldemort, but at a high cost. With everyone she knows and loves dead, no future to look forward to and absolutely nothing to lose, she travels back in time in an attempt to nip evil in its demonic bud but miscalculates with her runes and ends up in 1976 instead. In short: The Marauders' and Lily's 7th and final year. As she and renowned ladies' man, Sirius Black, start falling for each other during her short noticed stay while Dumbledore plans a course of action, there's only so much trouble that can crop up, and having a now well and alive Voldemort on her tail again does not help her case any.

Chapter 1 – A really, really, long Prologue

Haylie Potter gasped as an overwhelming sense of vertigo raged through her as soon as she had blinked into existence in an abandoned alleyway that Haylie could neither recognize nor cared to. To anyone, whether be witch or wizard, she would have been an extremely strange sight. Haylie was still wearing a set of her old Hogwarts robes which had been dirtied with brown, day-old blood, grime and dirt and the edges of her cloak were frayed with dried mud and twigs that had clung onto her and remained from her previous skirmishes with Death Eaters. Her ink-black hair was a tangled nest of black and dirt which, added with the slightly paranoid look in her glasses-wearing eyes, only served to give her the portrayal of a crazy, if not slightly unhinged witch, recently broken out from Azkaban.

However, if Haylie had cared or not about her appearance, she did not show, instead, she gave a cursory look to her surroundings once her bout of nausea passed and allowed her deathly grip on her wand to ease a fraction at the noticeable lack of enemies/ possibly hostile strangers, though not yet enough to show she was comfortable.

Haylie's shoulders were tense with worry, trepidation, anxiousness and adrenaline and even, dare she say it, hope. She wished fervently that she had gotten the spell right. All of the Wizarding World's futures, her future and perhaps her sanity, depended on the success of the spell and it was all she could do not to race out of the dark, enclosing space of the alleyway to check out the damage that had / or had not yet been done to the old buildings of Hogsmeade, which she could now determine was where she was.

Instead, she made a quick, precise twitch downwards with her wand, barely murmuring the necessary words for the spell and watched as the numbers materialized in front of her.

8.46a.m.

14 February 1976

Haylie felt the breath leave her lungs and her eyes widened as the truth began to sink in.

It was 1976.

1976.

Not 1926.

Not the year when Tom Riddle was born.

Haylie just barely managed to stop herself from screaming in frustration and settled on jerking her hair, reveling in every painful throb she felt at every rough tug.

No! This was wrong! All wrong ! It wasn't supposed to be 1976! It was supposed to be 1926! She was supposed to kill Tom Riddle the day he was born and the spell had transported her 50 years later than what she had been aiming for.

50 bloody years!

With a strangled cry, her knees gave way and she found herself kneeling on the cold, cobblestoned floor with tears of anguish streaming down her face. Her knuckles were bloody from punching the floor she hadn't known she had been hitting and it was only then did she notice the drops of fresh blood that was now splattered on the ground. She stared at the rosy hued droplets numbly for a few seconds, as though entranced, before she opened her mind, dropping her Occlumency as result and opened the floodgates for her previously suppressed feelings and emotions.

She focused actively on the pain and even welcomed it, trying to find an escape route from her wayward, chaotic and almost hysterical thoughts.

She had failed. She hadn't been able to reach her destination. Tom Riddle- No, Voldemort, was on a rampage here and having not done anything for the past fifty years that had actively repelled his efforts, Haylie felt as though she'd spent the past half a century twiddling her thumbs as everyone around her fell and died.

She wondered how many muggles, muggle-borns, light or wayward dark wizards had already fallen by the Dark Lord's hand…

Suddenly, as quickly as the emotions came pouring out, it seemed as though a big lid had been clamped on it shut. The tears stopped, the tremors quelled, any previous thoughts she had had about her own misery and self-pity had seeped away in the space of a few seconds leaving behind a new sense of determination.

Haylie laid a calloused hand on the rough walls of the alleyways and heaved herself onto her feet painfully, shadowed eyes hiding a glint of stubbornness.

There would be time for self-deprecating thoughts later. For now, she'd revise her plan and think of a way to make do with her situation.

That was, after all, how she worked. 5 seconds were all she gave herself to wallow in her pitiful thoughts. 5 seconds of weakness. After that, she'd carry on with a new sense of determination and a new goal to complete.

The method may not have been perfect, and yes, she was expecting it to fail any time now in the near future, but it worked. And it had worked for the past 17 years of her life.

Breathing deeply, Haylie allowed her mind to clear and felt some of the fog lift, allowing her to analyze the situation.

There was no absolute way to return her to her place in the future (not that she wanted to) and she wasn't sure whether the spell would work a second time, so currently, she was stuck here, unless she find a way out which would no doubt take at least a year, or even maybe more.

She trashed her previous plan of killing Merope Riddle before she could bear Tom Riddle and instead settled on finding out what her exact location was, and finding a place to sleep in for a while, hopefully for at least a week.

With that thought in check, she straightened up and ran her fingers through her hair, now all too aware of her… less than satisfying appearance, after the past twenty four hours which had been an emotional rollercoaster.

Glancing distastefully at her blackened fingernails, she murmured a quick household cleaning spell, together with a quick motion with her wand, and felt the unpleasant feeling of being rubbed head to toe with hard bristled brushes. Nonetheless, she breathed a sigh of relief when she noticed her cleaner, more presentable appearance.

She smiled grimly at the sight of her robes, newly pressed and devoid of all dark brown splotches and tried to block out the images that usually accompanied how she got them. To the best of her abilities, she smoothed down her cleaner excuse of a wild nest of hair before exiting the alleyway, vanishing the drying puddle of murky brown on her way out.

It was nearing night where she appeared, the last of the day's light just dwindling over the peaks of the odd assortment of buildings, and there were very few people up and about.

Luckily, none cast too much attention to her, most being in a rush to return to their families, who were no doubt waiting for them somewhere, but a few, particularly nosy ones, glanced at her suspiciously as she passed them.

Haylie paid them no heed.

She was still too busy drinking up the sights of the unharmed, unscathed Hogsmead.

Inside, she felt as though her heart was bursting with joy, her previous melancholic thoughts temporarily chased out of her thoughts. In her minds eyes, she couldn't help but compare how the wreckage of the future Hogsmead had looked, unrecognizable to anyone and in desolate ruins, to the Hogsmead of now, whole and imperfectly perfect with its ancient shop houses and beaming stall keepers.

She knew which one she preferred.

Still in awe, she made her way down the path leading towards The Three Broomsticks, subconsciously recognizing the path she had previously taken with Hermione and Ron years ago, and passed previous haunts that made her eyes shine with reminiscent tears.

Honeydukes Finest Chocolate, whereshe could remember she had taken Remus to countless times in the past before the first outbreak of wall.

Hog's Head, where she and Hermione had their first DA meeting with Ron's support backing them up.

Madam Puddifoot'sTea Shop, where she had a disastrous first date with one Ravenclaw by the name of Terrence Smith once (needless to say, it was a disaster and the Ravenclaw had refused to come near Haylie for months on end after being threatened, very subtly, by two Weasley twins. One noticeably greener than the other)

And, probably the one with the most sentimental value of all, The Shrieking Shack, where she had run into, in tears, after a bad run-in with Malfoy in Hogsmeade, and where Fred had found her a moment later before having a heart-to-heart conversation where they had discovered their feelings for each other, which they had then settled with a kiss.

Haylie remembered that day the most.

She didn't think she had ever felt so happy, or so safe, compared to when she was in Fred's arms then.

Haylie didn't notice she had tear streaks running down her face until she reached up to brush a stray hair out of her face only to feel coolness on her cheeks. She rubbed them away roughly, biting back the urge to break down crying there and then. Stop it, she berated herself, blinking rapidly, Fred's gone now. Thinking about him won't do you any good…

It was logical thinking, of course, but it did no good to soothe the aching hole in her chest which had opened up somewhere in the process of her thinking.

Unbidden, memories of Fred and her sprung up and a chocked sob squeezed past her constricted throat.

Her and Fred at the Weasleys, chortling madly at a joke Ron had made.

Her and Fred at Hogwarts, meeting up at the kitchens for a late night supper where they had snogged more than they had eaten.

Her and Fred both blushing Weasley red as George made a crude joke about their relationship before laughing aloud and risking a quick peck, under the amused eyes of Fred's siblings.

With great difficulty, she pushed herself out of her flashbacks even though she wanted nothing more than to immerse herself and lose herself in them, and found that she was now hiccupping hysterically, eyes watering.

A hand landed lightly on her shoulder and she flinched back, almost drawing out her wand, before meeting the worried eyes of Madam Rosemerta. With a start, she realized that she had been standing at the entrance of The Three Broomsticks for the past few minutes while she had been wallowing in the past and she realized she must have looked a strange sight to anyone watching. Embarassed, she brushed the tears away, blushing lightly before turning her watery eyes on the woman, smiling unsurely.

"Are you alright, dear?" she asked in a worried tone that had Haylie's eyes rewatering for it reminded her too much of Mrs. Weasley's caring voice.

She could practically feel her taking in her appearance, eyeing her dirty robes and messy hair, then they moved to her wet eyes and trembling smile.

Her suspicious eyes softened a fraction and a gentle smile formed on her amicable face.

As if by magic, a tissue appeared by her face and Haylie stared.

Then she sniffled and picked it out of the air, smiling slightly as she did so.

"Thank you," she choked out before dabbing at her eyes, all the while being watched sympathetically by Madam Rosemerta.

"Rough day, honey?" she asked and Haylie almost snorted at the irony. You don't say

Instead, she shrugged slightly, "Somewhat."

She cleared her throat and extended her hand towards the older woman, who seemed a bit startled at the change of moods.

"My name is Haylie Rose Cross," she said politely, thinking ahead and deciding that it may be wise to make a faux identity for herself since she was in an unknown environment," And you may be?"

"Madam Rosemerta, owner of this fine inn."

She shook her hand warmly and nodded towards the cosy-looking building with its peeling paint and lit windows welcomingly," Are you looking to stay the night, dear?" she asked, regaining the bustling tone she, no doubt, must have developed from working for years as a landlady of the inn.

Haylie nodded," Yes, please, if I don't impose."

Madam Rosemerta actually giggled a bit at her statement.

"No, no, dearie," she said good-naturedly, patting her on the back, "You could never impose! I do run an inn after all."

Haylie felt her cheeks color a bit but nonetheless followed Madam Rosemerta as she made a bee-line for the entrance. Even from a few feet away, she could feel the warmth and happiness radiating from the building and felt her own relief for finding a place to stay at so quickly.

As they stepped through the thresh-hold, Haylie deftly engaged her host in conversation, trying to sound friendly and open at the same time.

"The place looks beautiful, mam," she said, and her statement couldn't be more true.

Perhaps half of Hogsmead might have been squeezed into the little space because it was quite crowded and there was hardly a place to move about in the bustling pub and inn. That was fine with Haylie. For an active girl like herself, she appreciated the feel of so many people at one place at one time, just interacting and plain having fun, and the feeling of isolation during war lessened a trifle at the obvious happy emotions everyone was radiating. The war must not have been too serious here then… she reasoned, staring at everyone's jubilant expressions. Just over the buzzing crowd's heads, she could see the bar, with its cosy atmosphere reflected by a mirror, and drinks like Butterbear and Firewhisky were being handled by a grinning bartender who, as she watched, leaned in close to an attractive looking witch and whispered something in her ear, causing her to blush beetroot red before laughing.

Haylie smiled to herself grimly, though felt a slight twinge of sadness seeing something that she and Fred had once shared.

Meanwhile, Madam Rosemerta was smiling widely at the compliment Haylie had just given.

"Why thank you, dear," she said, flustered but obviously very pleased, and her pine green eyes shone with happiness," I quite agree myself, actually."

Haylie continued eying the room, tearing her eyes away from the happy couple, still trying to digest its sights and sounds," Did you decorate the place yourself, then?"

Madam Rosemerta shook her head as negative," Sadly, no. You have my great-great-great Grandfather to thank for that."

"He built this place?"

"Aye, when my great-many times over-great Grandfather's son was still a wee child!"

"But you did make some changes, right? I mean, it can't have stayed like the way it was years ago!"

Madam Rosemerta smiled," My, my, so many questions, dearie! I can hardly keep up."

Haylie blushed at the teasing tone," Sorry, I tend to get a little carried away. My friends say I have the curiousity of a cat. Can't ever be satisfied." She felt a twinge in her heart at thinking about Ron and Hermione, her two best friends who had stuck with her through thick and thin, and had died fighting for a noble cause.

Madam Rosemerta waved away her apologies," Really, dearie, I was joking. I think it's splendid you ask so many questions. You may not know who to be trusted in times of war like these…"

She trailed off darkly, but Haylie's ears pricked up at the mention of war.

So there must be a war here then! She thought, somewhat reassured by it, even as her spirit fell at the thought of braving another war, I was beginning to doubt it seeing everyone's seeming ignorance on the subject.

The line of questioning was quite sensitive, however, judging by the dark expression on Madam Rosemerta's face and Haylie tried to steer the conversation back to safe waters.

Instead, she nodded, trying to look grim and knowledgeable on the subject at the same time.

"Quite right," she agreed, though inwardly resolving to look up on the matter more thoroughly the next day after a good night's rest," Is this where I'll be staying then?"

Madam Rosemerta had steered Haylie towards the emptier part of the building. There was a flight of stairs in front of them, and she could see doors lining the corridor it lead to. From her peripheral vision, she noticed her host nod.

"Aye, last door to the right. You can't miss it, dearie, it's quite straight forward," she explained.

Haylie nodded at the instructions before digging out her leather mole-skin pouch containing the galleons and sickles she had withdrawn from Gringott's when she had decided on the time jump.

"How much for at least a week?"

"A galleon a night, miss."

There was the sound of coins smacking against other coins and Haylie withdrew exactly seven galleons.

"I'll pay full now."

If Madam Rosemerta was suspicious as to why she had such a large amount of money on her, she didn't show, instead, she accepted the galleons with a wrinkled brow.

"Thank you, dearie, and have a good night," she said with an easy smile and, upon Haylie's answering grin, turned on her heel and headed back into the crowded pub.

As she turned the corner, Haylie et her easy going demeanor drop and allowed the haunted look in her eyes return. Tired, and completely exhausted, she rubbed a hand over her face, sighing loudly before climbing the steps to her room.

Her mind was spinning from her experience that night, and she hadn't even met anyone from her past yet!

She turned over the facts she had learned that night in her head.

Voldemort was still alive and as active as ever.

The war still wasn't as bad as it had been in her own dimension.

And she was in a whole crap of trouble.


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