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A sharp ringing noises awoke Harry early the next morning. He groaned, sitting up and grabbing the brass alarm clock on the coffee table. He had decided late last night that he would do the Marauders a favor and not go back to their dorm so they wouldn't have to sneak around and come up with excuses as to why they were gone all night.

Harry yawned as he took off his glasses to rub the sore sides of his nose where the metal had dug in at night. He had spent so long reading the first book off the shelf but it hadn't helped much at all. Nothing had stood out anyways.

Harry glanced at the clock again as he packed up his bag - he would have to be quick if he was going to take a shower before breakfast.

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"I wonder where Harry was last night…" James muttered quietly as the Marauders huddled together around the breakfast table. "Do you think he went out looking for us?"

"How could he have, he had no idea where to look and he wouldn't have been doing it all night." Sirius responded.

"I think he might know." Remus whispered, causing James and Sirius's eyes to widen.

"But, how?" James sputtered.

"He said something to me the other night," Remus said. "I didn't get the chance to talk to you guys alone so I didn't say anything before. He pointed out that it was almost the full moon and then started talking about how he knew someone who was a werewolf."

Remus looked down at his eggs as James and Sirius stared blankly.

"But, how would he know?" Sirius eventually blurted out.

"I have no idea," Remus sighed. "This was the first full moon since he's been here so it's not as if he started figuring out we went missing once a month every month. Maybe it really was just a coincidence that he happened to say it to me. He was speaking highly of this man he knew, so maybe he was just trying to pass on his story to someone in hopes of extinguishing stereotypes."

James and Sirius nodded, though they both still looked puzzled. There really couldn't be any other explanation, there was no way he could know.

"Hey guys," Harry said putting his stuff down next to Remus suddenly causing all three boys to jump. "Oh sorry, didn't mean to startle you."

"Where were you last night?" James asked quickly. Remus frowned at his lack of tact.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" Harry said, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. Sirius immediately became interested.

"Who was it?"

"I'm not saying anything," Harry said grinning as he put food on his plate. Sirius continued to press him for details but Harry only smiled.

And so became Harry's fake secret relationship. Every time Harry decided to go to the Room of Requirement for extended periods of time, especially over night or if he had exhausted his "I have to study" excuse, he would tell them vaguely that he had to meet up with someone. Sirius would always immediately begin guessing names, though Harry didn't actually know any of the people he was suggesting.

Soon Harry found himself completely consumed by thoughts of discovering a way home. He reasoned that there was no point in bothering to do his class work at all, since this wasn't real or at least wasn't where he belonged. If he didn't have class with the Marauders, Harry doubted he'd go at all. When he was in class, Harry still kept his thoughts focused on returning to his time. He had even magically removed the covers from his school books and reattached them to his books on time so he could read them when others were around.

Despite dedicating majority of his waking hours researching, Harry had gotten absolutely no where. He quickly realized that though time travel seemed like a simple enough concept the actual details of how it worked were extremely complicated. The only real information he had found had been quite concerning.

In 1899, the book stated, the Department of Mysteries conducted its most infamous experiment in time travel that only became public because of how awful the consequences had been. A woman by the name of Eloise Mintumble had been sent back in time almost 500 years for a period of only five days. When they finally were able to bring her back to the present, she had aged the full 497 years and consequently died immediately upon returning.

The book went on to say that due to her interactions with those around her, at least twenty-five descendants of people she met became un-born and time continued to fluctuate after her arrival: Tuesday lasted a full two and a half days where as Thursday only last four hours. Since the experiments, the Ministry had put in a great deal of regulations and laws on time travel and the study of time travel.

This information only caused Harry's heart to sink. His presence in the past at that moment could be resulting in the un-birth of hundreds of people. He had also been at Hogwarts for almost a month now, far longer than Eloise's relatively short stay. The only things that was mildly reassuring was that he had not been sent back as far in time and that she had been successfully retrieved from the past — except that she had died from aging.

Apart from the negative news, Harry also was able to take away two new places that might be worth visiting: St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries where Eloise had died and the Department of Mysteries.

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"MUM!" Ron screamed, his vision blurring as he stared at the parchment. It was his hand writing, he would recognize is anywhere, it had to be him, no one else would have sent something like this.

"MUM!" Ron screamed again, swaying on the spot. Hasty footsteps thundered down the old wooden staircase as not only Mrs. Weasley, but Hermione, Ginny, Fred, George, and Remus all appeared rushing down. Several members of the order also quickly appeared, bursting through a door that led to the downstairs kitchen where they met frequently.

"What's wrong," Mrs. Weasley shouted with worry as she raced towards him. He couldn't respond, he just shook his head and shoved the parchment towards her. She glanced at it and then looked up at him again.

"What is it?" Hermione asked, taking the parchment. Her eyes widened.

"Harry?" she whispered. Ron nodded weakly. "Did you see him?"

"N-No," Ron stuttered, sinking into the couch as his knees buckled. Remus took the opportunity to go back to his room to grab some chocolate. "The fireplace, there were purple flames — "

"Purple?" Kingsley Shacklebolt said raising an eyebrow. Ron just nodded. The door to the kitchen banged open again and in walked Alastor Moody, a heavy clunking noise identifying him before he had even come into the room.

"What's going on?" Moody said gruffly.

"I was about to leave when the fireplace lit up with purple flames, this came out." Ron took the parchment from Hermione and handed it to Moody. "It's Harry's handwriting. I know it's his."

"No one should be able to contact this building through the Floo network except from the Burrow and Dumbledore's office." He growled. "This building isn't safe anymore."

"Where else can we go?" Mrs. Weasley said bluntly. "This is the safest building for us, there is no other place with as many wards."

"No where's safe." Moody muttered.

"We need to contact Dumbledore." Kingsley stated.

"I'm not sure if even he will know what to do now." Moody responded, his magical blue eye whirling.

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Within the next few hours, there was such a great deal of confusion that Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and the twins had taken to sitting in the living room, bags at their feet, and just trying to not get in anyones way. Moody had immediately taken the fireplace off the Floo network and then had it boarded up for good measure ("Don't need these pesky heroes getting any ideas," he said, glaring at the Gryffindors). He had then ordered that everyone go get their things and begin packing. Mrs. Weasley frantically tried to convince him there was no where else to go, but he seemed to think traveling anywhere was safer than staying in one place.

Soon, Mr. Weasley as well as Charlie, Bill, Fleur, and Tonks returned to the house and the arguments of what to do continued. Fleur was the only one to agree with Moody, though she may have just hated staying in the old building. Everyone else firmly believed that though what had happened was disconcerting, they really had no other options.

Though the yelling matches that had in sued had quickly been moved to the kitchen, the teenagers could still hear vaguely what was going on.

"Where do you think he is?" Hermione whispered.

"I don't know, but he's somewhere, and we have to go find him." Ron said, repeating this thought for the hundredth time since they had arrived at the house of Black. "They need to stop arguing over where is safest for them to hide and go find him."

"Why would he only write hello?" Ginny asked, staring at the parchment that had been left on the table. "Why would he even write, 'it's me, Harry' or something?"

"It was actually rather smart of him not to," Hermione said. "If that parchment had ended up anywhere other than here and he had written anything more identifying it could have been very bad. The wrong people could have found him."

"Why can't we find him," Ron said his voice getting louder. "This isn't good enough!" He stood up and kicked the fireplace, quickly recoiling and wincing as he clutched his foot.

"Everyone's doing the best they can, there's really nothing el—" Hermione stated when suddenly, the fireplace lit up once more with green flames. The boards quickly burnt away revealing the same roaring fire Ron had seen before. The flames exploded, turning purple with shocks of blue.

Ron stumbled backward in horror and Hermione screamed as a bony skeleton hand clawed its way through the flames.