Disclaimer: I own many things. Just not Harry Potter.

(A/N: Ok, you see I woke up one day with this great idea for a story. I wrote it down in my fanfics notebook and I got really into this different approach on a time travel story and this was partly why I haven't updated Times Past and Times to Come in so long. I have a lot of material so here goes.)

Chapter 1: Prologue

Harry Potter was a broken boy. After Sirius died, things had changed. Harry had grown increasingly quiet hadn't been eating much. This worried his friends because as they watched the already skinny boy was getting thinner and thinner. He rarely smiled but he never cried or got angry either. Most of the time he wore an emotionless mask and the only way you could approximate his feelings were through his emerald eyes. He worked harder in lessons than even Hermione and rarely did anything else. The only other thing he did was fly, but even in Quidditch he had lost most of his enthusiasm. He flew as well as he always did but the happiness flying usually inspired in him had all but disappeared. He barely spoke to anyone anymore; spending most of his time closed up in his dormitory, by the lake, or off only Merlin knew where. The only person he seemed to confide in was Remus Lupin who had, after all, lost all his best friends. However, it seemed that he didn't share everything. Every night he was plagued by nightmares and he was always exhausted. His friends were at a loss as to what to do. As they watched Harry Potter was slowly drifting away, closing in on himself, building walls. But life was about to get a lot more interesting for him (if that was even possible).

(A/N: Ta Da! Did anyone else think that Harry got over Sirius a little too quickly in HBP? Well, this is one way I think he might have reacted. I'll update soon!)