Author's Note: This has been revised from the original chapter and should hopefully be better grammatically and in context.

Chapter One: Collision

Harry was sitting on his bed at number Four Privet Drive staring through the open window at a cloudless sky, his hands absentmindedly fiddling with the pen knife Sirius had given him for Christmas. Hermione repaired it for him, after the trip to the ministry. One may say he was staring through the vast blue. He did that a lot lately, ever since Sirius had died. It was as though a part of him had never left the Department of Mysteries, as though a part of him had died with Sirius.

Sirius, the Prophecy were the only things which plagued his thoughts and dreams. Outside, a cheery laugh rippled through the air. Anything beyond the inch thick walls which surrounded him was another world away. It was a world of childish laughter and gay innocence; a world in which Harry had no place in.

The Prophecy, his future and his destiny had been written out and laid down brick by brick before he was even born. A one way path where there was no hiding or other alternative.

Choices. Harry gave a shallow laugh as he remembered Dumbledore's speeches on choices. "It is our choices, Harry, that show what we truly are, for more than our abilities." Only now did he realise how hypocritical Dumbledore had been. Harry had never been given the chance to choose in his life. If it wasn't for this power he knew not off, Harry would not be alive, and Dumbledore knew that. Still, he led Harry down a winding life of danger, intent on him to never find out just why his life was constantly shadowed by darkness and the loss of innocence.

There had been a point in time where a flare of fury ignited at the very mention of his headmaster, but now Harry was past being angry. From his very first encounter with Voldemort, a small part of him, a little voice at the edge of his mind, already knew that one day, there'd be a final ending. There would a last ultimate conclusion in which only one of them would rise again.

Now this little voice was brought to reality, seeming so much scarier and impossible.

Harry remembered the first time he had seen Snuffles when he was thirteen and had blown up his aunt. He remembered how he discovered the truth in the Shrieking Shack. Another wave of guilt passed through him when Harry also remembered how he had been prepared to kill Black. Sirius had sacrificed so much for Harry. He had lived in the mountains as a dog, been trapped in a house of terrible memories, risked his life, faced the dangers of capture and in return Harry had taken his life.

There had been so much Harry had yet to learn about his godfather. Drowning in his guilt, Harry hated himself for giving into his curiosity to find out what was behind that plain black door. Dumbledore, Sirius, Remus, Snape and Hermione had all warned him to practise Occlumency, but he had paid no heed. Now, it was too late to say goodbye, to late turn back and say sorry.

Harry sighed and it was then did he notice a light, like a piece of burning rock, high in the sky. It loomed closer and closer, heading right at him. Realising what was about to happen, he made to jump out the way, but it was too late. The orb of fire hit him straight on forcing him backwards. There was a blinding flash of white light and his world dissolved.

Harry could feel someone hitting him in the face. Every bone in his body was aching. 'What has happened? ' he asked himself. Someone was calling his name: a voice he loved. Harry tried to decipher who it was however, he just couldn't pinpoint it. It was getting louder and louder. The mist and fog in his mind began to clear. Slowly, he opened his eyes to find himself lying on the wooden floor of a long corridor. Harry turned to look at the person who had called him and nearly fainted with shock. There was Sirius, who had been the one calling, Professor Lupin and standing next to him was a replicate of himself.

This twin was just a little taller minus the scar and green eyes. It took Harry less than a heartbeat to figure out who this twin was. The first time he had ever seen him was in a mirror. The mirror of Erised. This twin was his guardian, his protronus: Prongs; his father.

Harry blinked several times to make sure he wasn't seeing things. 'What is going on?' he asked himself once again.

"Hiya, Harry," Sirius said pulling Harry to his feet. "What are you doing here? Why were you unconscious in the middle of a hallway? How come we've never seen you before?"

"Slow down Sirius," Remus said, looking at Harry expectedly.

"Er…," Harry tried to think of something to say. "How do you know my name?" he asked, praying that they did not know his last name or there would be some awkward questions.

James held up Sirius' Christmas gift, which he had been looking at before his unexpected journey. He had not noticed it before, but Hermione had engraved his name on the blade. It read: Harry. Harry mentally thanked Hermione that she had not put his last name on it.

Questions upon questions ran by him. What was he doing here? How did he get here? What was he going to do? Why? 'Nobody's suppose to change time, nobody! Awful things have happened, loads of them end up killing their past or future selves with mistakes!' Hermione's warning rang clear. What now? Harry stared silently at the ground, lost in a knot of confusion and hurt with the loss of Sirius still so raw, Harry was almost afraid to be around him.

"Still here with us?" James joked, seizing his attention.

"Oh… yeah… err…" Harry stuttered. "I need to see Professor Dumbledore, urgently."

The Marauders looked at each other, confused. James simply shrugged. "Okay, we'll take you to his office."

"Thanks." Harry smiled gratefully.

"No Problem."

Harry focused his attention onto the floor as they trekked up to the Headmaster's office. He ignored the random conversations which struck up every so often, relieved he was not asked to participate. There was such an entangled spaghetti of thoughts inside him, he probably would have blurted out something unexplainable, suspicious and potentially devastating.

"You need a password to get in," Remus informed Harry upon arrival.

"Do you know it?" Harry asked anxiously; he had too see Dumbledore now.

"Off course," Sirius enlightened him with a chuckle. Harry let out a sigh of relief. "We're not known as the marauders for nothing, you know."

"Marauders?" Harry asked, feigning bewilderment.

"That's us, and our other mate, Peter." Harry felt a flame enlighten inside of him. Anger filled his body. The traitor: Peter Pettigrew; the reason of his parents' death, Voldemort's return, Cedric and Sirius' death.

"What's the password then?" Harry prompted, stopping that train of thought.

"Chocolate Frogs," Sirius told him, proudly.

"Okay, thanks a lot you guys." Harry turned to the stone gargoyle. He muttered the password under his breath and stepped onto the spiralling staircase, delivering him to the great oak door.

Before he could knock, the door swung open, and behind his desk, sat Albus Dumbledore himself, as though expecting Harry.

"Good Afternoon. I don't believe I have seen you before. Please, take a seat."

It was as though strangers came lurking out of the blue into his office on a daily basis.

"I'm Harry Potter, sir. I think I've travelled from the future," A rush of words and panic escaped him.

"I see," Dumbledore muttered to himself more than to Harry. "Am I right in presuming that you are related to James Potter?"

"Yes, he's my dad, and Lily Evans is my mother. How did you guess?" Harry asked more for the sake of it than for the answer.

"You look remarkably like him. What year have you come from, Harry?"

"1996." Harry looked to the ground as the distressed sorrow of recent events of his own time, mixed in with disarray of the present threatened to overwhelm him. His heart had already been slashed by the loss of his closest family. Still bleeding, Harry did not know whether he could go through everything yet again. Once more, to see them and say goodbye; having this diamond chance grasped away form him when he was so close yet so far away.

"Well, it's presently 1976. I wonder. Do you know whether you have been sent for any specific reason?" Dumbledore questioned, "Time travel most frequently occurs when wizards or witches have an unaccomplished task to complete," the old wizard continued.

"I don't think so," Harry said slowly thinking back. "The last thing I remember is this fiery light rushing towards me and then James, Sirius, and Remus found me in the corridors."

Dumbledore sat up a little straighter at this. "Have you told them anything or who you are?"

Harry shook his head.

The headmaster visibly relaxed. "Good, that will have caused some rather troublesome complications. You don't have any idea who may have sent you back, or how?"

"No, sir."

"Hmm." Dumbledore gazed pensively at Harry.

"Sir, couldn't I use a Time Turner to return?" Harry suggested.

"I am afraid a Time Turner can only visit a time which has already passed. A Time Turner also works in a loop; only if you do use a time turner to return to past can you can use one to return to the present.

Time, is a very mysterious subject. Very little is understood about it and it is very dangerous to be tampering with. I will ponder the subject for you. For the meantime, it is best for you to remain at Hogwarts. You can pose as a new student from Merlin's School of Wizardry in Southern Wales. You are a sixth year?"

"Yes, I'm in Gryffindor."

"You will be in the same year and House as your parents. I ask you not to reveal anything about the future to anyone, as it is very risky, least of all to your mother and father. You will, of course, have to change your surname."

"Err." Harry tried to think of a name. "Harry Granger", he finally decided.

"Now, Harry Granger, what subjects will you be taking?"

Harry wondered for a minute. He had not yet received his O.W.L. results yet, but he knew what he wanted, or needed, to take to become an Auror. "If I live that long," a sarcastic voice in his mind interrupted.

"Harry?" Professor Dumbledore prompted, after a few minutes of silence.

"Sorry, sir," Harry said hastily. "Defence Against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration, Charms, Potions and Herbology."

"Very well, you will find everything you need in your dormitory."

"Thank you, sir."

"I hope you will enjoy your stay here and try not to reveal anything about the future or harbour suspicions towards yourself. If you ever need to talk, or have any questions, my office door is always open."

Meanwhile, during the meeting Harry was having with Dumbledore, James, Sirius and Remus had met up with Peter and told him of the strange boy they had encountered.

"He seemed to be hiding something. What do you think, Moony?" Sirius commented.

"Yeah," Remus agreed, "he avoided looking us in the eyes all the while, but don't pressure him. He is entitled to his own privacy, you know," he cautioned.

"Me!" Sirius exclaimed in mock insult. "I don't believe you, Moony. Would old Padfoot do that?" They all laughed and momentarily forgot about Harry.

Harry left Dumbledore's office feeling happy and light-hearted; he was going to see his parents and Sirius again. He did not have to say goodbye, yet. Then, an unpleasant thought escaped into Harry's mind: how was he going to face them and not tell them anything about their grim futures? Suddenly, Harry was not looking forward to seeing them at all.

Author's Note: Thanks to my beta reader Death Hawk for all hard work, time and patience.