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Snape slashed the air; Harry felt a white hot substance hit him across the face. Harry was knocked backwards and had the wind knocked out of him from the blow. The feeling spread throughout his body and made him writher in pain. He wonder if he was hit with a duller version of the cruciatus curse. Snape's face showed blank shock; probably not knowing what spell he hit the boy with himself.

Just as it was become more painful, the sensation released and he never imagined the grass could feel so good on his hot cheek. Harry slowly opened his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief at the nice wind- his eyes snapped open wider. Snape was no where to be seen.

"Damn it!" he hollered; hitting his fist against the cold grass, breaking a couple finger. He hissed through his teeth and gently brought his hand up to his chest. He took in his surroundings; the sun was out and somewhere nearby a bird was singing. He looked over where Hagrid's hut was and saw Hagrid whistling, with Fang at his heels as he carried a lumpy sack to the forest- this wasn't right. Hagrid's house was on fire a couple seconds ago; and there's no way Snape could get to the gates that fast.

He carefully got up and took a step towards the castle; when a searing pain ripped it's way up his body from his shin. He let out a surprised cry of pain and counted from ten to make sure he didn't give out his position. Harry delicately took steps towards where McGonagall was sure to be and would explain this madness. He sadly thought of Dumbledore, who was surely at the bottom of the Astronomy Tower, broken and defeated.

He bent down to pick up his phoenix wand and continued up to the steps. The scenery was bizarre; no spells flying or people running around the outside of the building. Not a sound except for Hagrid who was fading away or the bird that continued singing. He made it to the steps before life presented itself in a odd form. Wormtail; was all Harry could put together when he saw the person. He was peeking out behind a pillar at the other side of the hallway with his back to Harry. He looked less shabby then usual and actually seemed clean. Harry was so confused.

Suddenly, as he made the last step up the stairs towards the stranger look alike, a alarmed that sounded like a hoarse banshee started going off and Harry froze. There was never a alarm there.

Pettigrew spun around and three other people jumped out from behind different pillars with smirks on their faces. Time seemed to freeze as they took in each others appearances. They looked awfully familiar. One boy with messy, raven black hair recovered first and looked angry at Harry.

"Stupefy!" he yelled over the alarm.

Harry barely jerked out of the way, forgetting the pain that came with his actions. He toppled over and landed on both injured parts of his body.

"Moony! Get Dumbledore! I'll handle this fake! Watch my back Padfoot!" screamed the boy while Harry gave a cry of agony.

"I think he's really hurt!" said the Wormtail-looking kid with terror on his face.

"That's what death eaters want you to think so you give them mercy and then they can escape."

Harry got his wand ready in his uninjured hand while they each took their given positions. The black haired boy spoke to Harry first.

"Why are you here? Why do you look like me? Polyjuice Potion?" said the boy. He crept up closer to Harry as he tried to make sense in his head; when all he could focus on was the unbearable pain the coursed through his veins.

"I don't think he's going to talk Prongs," said the younger Sirius quietly.

"We'll just have to get the answers forcefully out of him," said Prongs mysteriously. Sirius didn't have any humor in his usually bubbly face; while Pettigrew was practically whimpering in fear. Harry rolled onto his side and pointed the wand where there was a fuzzy person a couple meters away with their wand raised too.

"Expelliarmus!"

"Protego!" Harry shouted and the boy's wand flew in the air as another curse hit him, coming from the boy's friend. Harry was thrown backwards into a stone pillar that crumbled slightly behind him on impact. He gave a terrible cry of pain and slumped involuntarily; with his wand in the air, he was about cast another spell, when another curse had hit him.

"ENOUGH!"

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Harry found himself lying on hard, cold cement the did nothing for the horrible stabs of pain that was piercing him everywhere. He kept his eyes closed and let his other sense explore the area. It sounded deathly quiet and it was unnaturally cool; like he was in the dungeons or something.

Where were Ron and Hermione? Did they know that he was in this room? In extreme pain? They must not of known, because his best friends weren't here.

Where THEY okay? Harry panicked and opened his eyes quickly. He wasted no time by surveying the area and found he was indeed in a dungeon. He tried to get up but hissed through his teeth and looked down at his leg. His pant leg was cut off by his knee and there was an awful lot of swelling. His leg was so badly bruised, it looked like Dumbledore's hand before he- Harry stopped think any thoughts of Albus. It was to fresh of a scar.

Harry was inspecting his hand (that was in fairly bad shape also) when there were footsteps coming straight for this room. He reached for his wand, but came up empty and cursed under his breath. Of course whoever would even be crazy enough to lock Harry Potter up, would take away his wand too. Just bloody brilliant.

The door was being opened quickly and Harry managed to pull himself to the wall. The door creaked as it swung open. There was a tall silhouette that he couldn't quite make out with the brighter light in the background. The person strode forward and jerked him up so quickly that Harry gave another cry of pain for being forced to stand on his leg. The captor ignored this, and swung Harry over his shoulder, again ignored the sound Harry made when his back was moved.

Harry was carried through a passage way and up a long pair of stairs that seemed to be going all the way up to the sky. He couldn't see the man's face but could take in his profile from his backside. The man's hair was neatly short and black; with his dark blue robes, Harry was reminded of a Ministry worker. They wouldn't…

A door opened and Harry was roughly set on a wooden chair. The room was very bright so it was difficult to take in the room until he blinked a few times. He was in the headmaster's office, along with about three other people; including the person that hauled him up here.

"Care to encase him Boggs's?' said an eerily familiar voice.

The main pointed his wand at Harry's wrist and ropes flew out; bounding him to the wooden chair.

"Now, what's your name boy?" said the person gently. Harry stared at him and swallowed a few times. It was Dumbledore. And he didn't know Harry's name.

"Harry Potter," he said slowly, as if reassuring himself.

"LIAR!" screamed another person from behind the smiling Dumbledore.

Dumbledore turned slightly to address the owner of the voice. "Mr. Potter, if you cannot control your temper, I suggest you leave my office. Now, If you would like to know whom this person is, you must control yourself."

"Who's he?" Harry said; it sounded as if Dumbledore had used Harry's last name. Rubbish.

The boy said in a much calmer voice, "James Potter, the only Potter that goes anywhere near this school."

Now Harry was confused. That was his dad's name.

"Oh my God." Harry whispered.

"Care to share?" said the deep voice of Boggs.

James, Albus, Boggs, and the man that Harry didn't know were watching him as he tried to come to an explanation himself.

"I-it's hard too-I can't-," Harry started off lamely.

The man that hasn't spoken yet walked a few paces forward. "You aren't doing such a bang up job defending yourself, m'boy" he said. The man instantly reminded Harry of a elephant; with a mustache like tusks and a long nose that was oddly like a trunk.

"I think I just traveled through time," Harry finished off light-headed.

There was a second's pause; then James started laughing humorlessly, Boggs going ridged, the unknown man glaring at Harry, and Dumbledore smiling wider as if Harry just confirmed his biggest wish.

"Ahh that's too good," said James; wiping an invisible tear away with one finger.

"What year did you come from?" Dumbledore said interestingly.

"Do you honestly believe this boy?" exclaimed the elephant man.

Dumbledore was thoughtful for a minute. "Of course I believe him. If this is not true, you must give this death eater credit. It sounds very convincing. Plus, I do believe, Fillmore, we agreed if I let you keep him in the dungeon, I would be in charge of this little meeting." Harry couldn't be happier. What a fair trade.

"I'm from 1996." he told Dumbledore, the only one in the room that seemed remotely reachable. Behind him, James was glaring slightly at Harry but was listening carefully.

The headmaster clapped his hands together. "Wonderful. Wonderful! Are you, perhaps, one of my students?"

Harry's throat clogged up. "Yup," he said hoarsely.

"Very well. If you say your from…1996...you shall be in Dumbledore's hands; seeing as your not of age yet." said Fillmore with an uncertain edge.

Dumbledore seemed beyond listening to other's talk at the moment though. "And who, might I ask, are your parents?"

Harry REALLY didn't want to spill that part, but seeing as if he couldn't answer a question, they would probably haul him off to Azkaban.

"My father is…James…James Potter." Harry remarked. That made everyone stop and chew that over. It was quite sometime before anyone spoke. Surprisingly, it was James that spoke.

"I had you? Why would your parents- I mean I- let you go back in time?" James stuttered; stilled shocked a little.

Harry sighed. "Snape hit me with a curse that made me feel pain," Harry's hands tried to move from their bindings, "then I just sort of popped into this time, got attacked, and woke up wondering what I did wrong." Now Harry was trying to make them feel guilty; it was too hard to resist.

"Snape?" James asked; looking understanding and like he believed Harry now.

"Yeah," Harry spat bitterly, "who would've thought he would actually be more loyal to Voldemort then-" he stopped and cast his eyes down.

Dumbledore beamed at Harry. It must be something to do with being able to say Voldemort's name. "I would be honored to take in brave little Harry. What year are you in?"

"It was about one week until the end of 6th year, so I guess 7th year would be fine."

"Wait, so my son, is going to be in the same year as me?" James asked warily.

Yes, well, have fun with our little illegal time-traveler, Albus." said elephant man, walking to the door with Boggs at his tail.

Dumbledore's eyes twinkled. "Oh, yes, this will be delightful Fillmore."

"Can I take him to Pomfrey, sir?" James hadn't taken his eye's off of Harry as the door closed behind the two men.

"Of course. Just one minute," Dumbledore replied brightly. "I assume you're a Gryffindor?" Harry nodded. "Excellent. I shall get you prepared. We have just started school yesterday, you lucky boy." Dumbledore got up from his chair and walked over by Fawkes.

James took Albus's silence as a token to get Harry, because he made his way over to him and undid the ropes that were tied around his wrist. "I'm so sorry." He whispered.

"I've had worse." Harry muttered back. James frowned as he lifted Harry up.

"I can walk!" Harry said as he squirmed that made him gasp as his back pierced him.

James smiled at that while walking to the door. "Sirius was the one that hurt you, so I kinda owe you. Besides, you extremely light."

"Dumbledore?" Harry said before James shut the door.

"Yes, Harry?" he answered without looking at Harry.

"Is it okay that we keep this a secret and I'm just a…transfer student?"

"Of course Harry."

James shut the door and they didn't talk the entire way; Harry only think what James thought of Harry.

The doors to the infirmary opened before the Potter's were fully in front them; revealing a very worried looking Madam Pomfrey.

"Oh, the poor dear! What on Earth happened to him?" she gushed; ushering them into the closest bed.

James put Harry on the bed and spoke. "We saw him walking up the steps and thought he was a death eater. Turns out, he got lost on his way to start school here and was hurt and we just did more damage." James gave an uneasy laugh at the end.

Harry was sure he was going to end the sentence like, 'turns out, he's my son!' James must have been coming up with a excuse for Harry while Harry himself was thinking selfish thoughts like if his dad liked him.

Madam Pomfrey gave a small dirty look to James. "You attacked him? I bet he was defenseless too!"

James looked sheepish and grabbed a chair to sit by Harry. "He actually knocked my wand out of my hand and Sirius got him when he wasn't expecting it."

After that she made Harry drink a few potions and finally a Sleeping Draught; letting James stay by him.

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