Author's Note: This story is an AU from book 5 and I make absolutely no promises about completing it. That being said, enjoy what is written when/if it comes. I've been having a MAJOR case of lack of motivation to write for a long while now and I am hoping that this story will fix that.

Warnings: Slash(in the later chapters), Time Travel, OOC characters, and probably several cliches.

Chapter 1

Harry had known not to mess with Hermione's time turner. She'd told him time and time again that if he were to mess up, he could wind up forced to stay in the future, or worse, the past where he could send a butterfly effect rippling throughout the universe. He'd heard what she said, but for some reason his mind wouldn't budge. The decision had been made and most importantly, he had access to a time turner.

He ran his thumb along the gold casing and turned it over, examining the knob. He gave one last look around to the Hogwarts he knew and twisted the knob two times clockwise, twice counterclockwise and another 4 clockwise. Everything around him shifted and moved as he was jolted into the past over twenty years ago. He fell to the ground as the scenery shifted and bent then settled down. As Harry's left hand hit the cool stone floor, his right hand hit the small metal and glass contraption that had brought him here, effectively breaking it. He swore and beat a fist on the floor, knowing that something like this just had to happen. Nothing was ever easy for him; he truly should have expected it.

A hand appeared on one of his own hands, grabbing the wrist and pulling him up. "Hello there little fellow, what are you doing here?" A worried voice called. It was a male voice and when Harry looked up, he was relieved to see himself staring at a slightly younger looking Dumbledore. Surely Dumbledore would understand, of all people. The old man pulled Harry up, and up, and up. He was holding him like a child.

It was then that Harry realized something rather peculiar. His clothes were far too big. After a brief moment of self-examination, he came upon another startling conclusion. He had the body of a small child. He huffed and crossed his arms, frowning up to Dumbledore. "I'm not a child."

Albus simply chuckled and gave the boy a pat on the head. "Of course not, you're a big boy. Now, where are your parents? Surely you've become lost from them, and why in the world are you wearing those clothes?"

Harry rolled his eyes, seeing that he wasn't going to get very far with the man unless he proved it. "My parents are dead. You want proof I'm not a child? Ask me a question a 5th year would know!" He tried.

Dumbledore found it rather odd that a child this young could be speaking in such complete and proper sentences. He kept this thought in the back of his head and decided to humor the boy he was carrying. "All right, what kind of potions do 5th years have to learn?" He asked, bearing in mind that the child could have a brother who was a 5th year. "Later in the year, not this early… it is, after all, only October."

Harry's eyes flashed and he pondered for a moment. "The Draught of Peace; we learned that in March this last year." He said, giving a nod of self-satisfaction.

Albus chuckled and shook his head, booping the boy on the nose. "I'm afraid we don't teach that until 6th year."

Harry huffed. "Headmaster Dumbledore, come on! I went back in time with a time turner."

Dumbledore slowed his walking to a halt and looked at the boy curiously. "I am not the headmaster either, I am the transfiguration professor." He had been thinking of applying for Headmaster however he'd told no one of it… perhaps this boy was speaking the truth and perhaps that lesson had been bumped down a grade as children got smarter. He picked up his pace again and shifted his weight some as they made their way to the Headmaster's office. He followed the idea that the children were smarter in the generations to come and that what was currently 6th year curriculum would have been 5th year for the child in his arms. "What happens in transfiguration then?"

Harry wiggled some trying to get loose. Really, he was perfectly capable of walking. "Vanishing spells and conjuring inanimate objects. Would you put me down?"

Albus' heart started pounding in its chest. Could this truly be as the boy said? "Is there something that you can tell me that only I would know?" He asked, looking at Harry in the eyes.

Harry pondered this for a moment before nodding. "You've an accurate map of the London underground on your leg or knee somewhere."

"Merlin's sake, it's true… I've not told anyone that, in fact I was saving it for a very special occasion." He held the boy up by the underarms and looked him over. "How old are you really?"

"Finally," Harry said with a hint of exasperation. "I'm 15."

"Ah yes, I should have known what with you being a 5th year… I say, how does one handle a situation like this?" He continued walking, not thinking to put the boy down. He changed his direction to his own quarters instead of the Headmaster's office. He had known that Harry would have been 15, it was simple deduction from his stating he was a 5th year and merely a test for the boy. "Do you have a way back to your own time?"

"No, the time turner broke." Harry muttered, laying his head on Dumbledore's shoulder. It had been so long since someone had carried him… he couldn't even remember the last time.

"I see… how did you wind up in such a younger body?" Albus opened the door to his room and locked it behind him, setting the boy on the couch as he took the chair and begin taking detailed notes.

Harry shrugged. "I have no idea. I guess it's like Hermione had said, something to do with how we're not meant to travel this far back in time…" He swung his feet to and fro.

"And your name, boy?"

"Harry Potter."

Albus paused for a moment. Potter? The Potters only had the one boy and that was James. Was this boy James' son? He took a long, good look at Harry and stared intently. He was thin, very thin, but his face certainly carried a bit of a potter charm to it, and he definitely had the Potter hair.

The two worked into the night, Albus asking Harry everything he needed to know to find out whether or not he could send him back to his own time. After much researching, several trips to the library, an energy potion, and contacting every witch and wizard he knew that might know anything about a time turner, he came to a startling conclusion. "My boy, I fear I only have the worst news for you." He said to Harry as he paced the room with a book in his hand. He slammed the book closed and looked to the child. "There is no way to get you back to the future without the contraption that brought you here, and that was smashed to smithereens. You will have to stay here."

Harry groaned and flopped down on the couch. "How long?"

"Probably until you grow old and die, my boy. There is no way without the piece that brought you; we can't simply use another to send you back, and on top of that they haven't even been invented yet to my knowledge." He gave a sympathetic look and patted the boy's head. "We can't leave you alone here, people would talk what with a child so young running around without parents… you need to be put into someone's home, you need to be adopted. I can draw up the papers for you… do you know by whom you would like to be adopted?" He asked, setting in on the task he'd just assigned himself.

Harry thought for a moment. "What about the Potters?"

"Too suspicious, considering you look so much like the Potters… plus we shall have to give you a more permanent change of look." He hmm'd to himself and suddenly an idea struck them. "I know just the people. The Blacks have been considering having another child, and it's a rich family so you wouldn't want for anything… I will contact Orion first thing in the morning. In the meantime, you need to-" He looked to Harry who was snoozing lightly on the couch and smiled to himself. "-get some rest." He mumbled as he finished the paperwork.

Throughout the night Albus had set up everything and transfigured the couch into a bed. When the morning came he spoke with Orion and Walburga Black, assuring them that he'd found the most wonderful child who could be adopted by them. They agreed only on one condition; they perform a bonding ceremony. Albus didn't think twice about it and agreed, and soon the couple had come by the school to see the child that the old man spoke of.

There was no real want for the child other than status and a second option to give the family money to should their first child turn out to be a dud. The Blacks agreed and soon Harry was being woken up with a shake. "Huh-wha?" He asked, looking around and blinking. He took one look at the woman and froze. This was the woman in the portrait that would yell at them when they went into the Black household. This was Sirius' mother. His heart started fluttering when he realized that he would be living with Sirius. He could finally know the godfather that he never knew!

They explained to him about the bonding ceremony, using small words since the couple thought him to merely be a small child, but Harry wasn't listening. He was lost in lala-land, his thoughts swirling around one of the most important men in his life. He'd barely caught the last thing that was said to him. "-and you'll have to have a different name."

He glanced up to the couple and nodded, agreeing wholeheartedly. "Okay, I can change my name."

Walburga was impressed at his speaking skills, but what was even more impressive was how easily and readily he agreed to everything. "And the idea of blood doesn't scare you?"

Harry frowned and shook his head. "Not really. I've been bled out before." When he saw the shock on the woman's face he remembered that he was supposed to be 4 or 5. "Er, I had an owie… and it… hurt." He tried, rubbing on his elbow.

Walburga was suspicious as to exactly how he'd been raised but she didn't say anything. In her mind he was as good as it got; free, unknown blood status so stating that he was a pureblood couldn't be disproved, and with a bonding ceremony he technically would be theirs and it would show up with any family line scans. The best part about all of this, the Ministry didn't have to be involved.

Soon the ritual was underway and Harry was having things poked at him from all directions. A wand here, a paper there, a quill from the right, an ink pot from the left; he signed a sheet and was suddenly pricked with a needle on his forefinger. He jolted lightly and watched in awe as some magic was performed by Dumbledore and his blood swirled out of his finger. He was surprised when Walburga and Orion had the same thing happen to them. When all three of their blood mixed and entered back into him he fell to the ground, hitting his back and just barely knocking his head against the cold floor.

Walburga swooped down and picked him up with a smile. "As long as you follow the rules, your life will be heaven. We shall call you… Sirius Black." She stated with a nod.

Harry took in a gasp and soon the dark fingers of sleep were wrapping around his mind, pulling him under. Harry Potter was Sirius Black.