Author's Note: I decided to edit the first chapter before continuing the story. Thanks for waiting patiently, and I hope you enjoy.

Warnings: This story is rated M for Mature for the following content: Homosexual Relationship. Slash. Strong Language. Adult Situations. Any other warnings will be posted as the need comes up.

Disclaimer: Neither author owns Harry Potter, the characters themes or situations in the series. No copyright infringement is intended.

Chapter One:

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Harry made his way through the throngs of Hogwarts students on the way to Hogsmeade. His head was down, and his hood was up to help hide him from other students and any reporters waiting to catch a glimpse of him. It was only a few weeks into sixth year, and he was ready to crawl into a hole and die. Everything seemed to just be going down hill since the end of fifth year. Sirius was dead, and it was Harry's fault. That wasn't even the worst part about the situations. Sirius had died and still he was called a criminal and Harry didn't even have a body to bury - forever with this gaping wound that wouldn't heal. Not only that but Voldemort is at large and the pressure on Harry was growing heavier and heavier with each of Voldemort's attacks. The Daily Prophet was constantly calling out for the Boy Who Lived to step onto the battle field, but all Harry wanted to do was disappear, and let someone else fight Voldemort, it was only his fight because someone told him it was.

Harry ducked between buildings as Hermione and Ron came down the road. He had lied to get away from them, saying he needed to pick up a few things from the pet shop on the other side of Hogsmeade, so explaining what he was doing there would only make everything worse. He didn't want to explain, he didn't want the possibility that someone might talk him out of it. Harry pulled the hood of his cloak down further and started walking faster, leaving the small village and heading up the mountain to the large cave where Sirius would stay as Snuffles to be close to Harry.

The cave smelled like wet dog and stale air, but Harry didn't care. He moved to the back and sat down against the wall. He closed his eyes and let his head fall back against the wall. Harry ran his fingers through his hair then let his hands fall into his lap. With his hair away from his face his tired dull eyes were nothing like the vibrant Killing Curse green they used to be, and around them were dark circles. Harry's face was sunken and his lips were dried and cracked - also his bottom lip was bleeding on the left side.

Harry ran his fingers through his hair, then over his face. He took an envelope out of his pocket and cast a few charms on it so it wouldn't get wet or dirty, eventually people would start looking for him, and they'd come here sooner or later. Harry wanted them to know why he did what he had. The next thing Harry pulled from his pocket was the pocket knife Sirius had given him, that could unlock any door. Harry turned it over in his hand for a while before returning it to his pocket and took a deep breath.

"Now or never Harry." He muttered to himself and reached around his neck and pulled out the long gold chain he had hidden underneath his shirt. On the end of it was a time turner. Harry had stolen it from Hermione, the one she used for school before. She kept in the bottom of her trunk tucked carefully in a unbreakable glass case between her favorite books. Harry had counted and recounted the days since Sirius had died, and now it was finally time for him to go through with returning to that day. It was a one shot deal, if Harry couldn't save Sirius this time, then Harry didn't think he could take failing again.

Harry took a deep breath and started turning, careful to count each turn.


He closed his eyes and let the time turner go and shivered at the familiar feeling of everything spinning and whizzing past him.

When everything seemed to slow down, Harry got to his feet, and waited until he wasn't worried he'd fall over. He took a deep breath and left the cave, however he knew something was wrong at once. There was snow on the ground, Sirius had died at the end of fifth year, in summer. Secondly looking down at the small village of Hogsmeade, it was smaller than it should've been, several buildings weren't there that should be.

Harry rushed down to the village and stopped at a news stand and picked up a copy of the Daily Prophet. The date read December 1, 1972.

Harry ran a hand over his face and closed his eyes in defeat. He had really fucked up. A time turner could go farther back in time than it could go forward. It could go back upwards of a hundred years, but the farthest forward ever recorded was only four years; something about the way magic and time flowed, at least that's all Harry remembered from Hermione.

Harry put the newspaper back down and made his way slowly towards the gates for Hogwarts. Harry didn't have anything, just the clothes on his back, his bag of money with the key to the Potter and Black vaults tucked inside, his wand, a picture of Sirius, his parents and Lupin; Harry had torn the part with Wormtail off. Also the invisibility cloak shrunken and tucked into his pocket, the Marauders' map and the knife from Sirius, everything he thought he would need for his rescue mission.

Now all of those things seemed rather pointless. Harry paused and looked at the castle. He didn't have a cover story, how in the world would be get into the school, be able to stay, or even attend the school - Harry wasn't even a thought yet, not even a dream. His parents weren't together yet, this would be their -...

His parents were still alive, Sirius was still alive! Maybe there was still a chance to save them, all of them. The thought made something inside of Harry's chest flutter, giving him a feeling he hadn't had for months. He didn't care that he couldn't go back to his time, his parents could still have him, there would be another Harry in the future.

Harry bit his cheek in pause again however, his logical voice sounding in the back of his mind: 'You still need to get into Hogwarts, become a student. You can't just go to Sirius and your parents and tell them you're from the future.' Harry sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, then pulled his robes tighter around himself, it was freezing cold after all.

Harry closed his eyes for a minute and took a deep breath. "What would Hermione do?" He asked himself and imagined his bushy haired friend.

"Make a fake identity, get Dumbledore to trust you, get enrolled as a transfer student and then gain your parents, Sirius, and don't forget Remus, gain their trust, tell them about Peter, but don't go without proof! Take it slow Harry, your parents aren't killed until you're fifteen months old, nearly seven years. As much as you want to rush it, don't. Think it through carefully." Hermione's voice said softly in Harry's ear.

"Okay, well for now, good-bye Harry Potter. . . Hello . . . Harry Parker." Harry muttered, frowning at the last name, it was common and as far as he knew, no pure bloods had the last name. He just wanted to blend in right now, not have anyone pay attention to him. "Give up the Gryffindor, no more rushing, no more..." Harry ran his fingers through his hair again, then shook his hands again. Running his fingers through his hair was a nervous habit he got from his father, he couldn't act to much like James, Lily or even Sirius, which Harry knew he did, Moony and Padfoot both told him how he had his mother's temper along with her eyes, his father's looks and often foolish behavior, as well as Sirius' sense of humor and cockiness.

Harry looked up at the school again, steeling himself, and headed the rest of the way to Hogwarts. He got into the entrance hall and was surprised to find Dumbledore waiting for him. This Dumbledore was just a little bit younger than the one Harry's knew, there was still just a tad of red in his beard which was shorter, and his robes were a little bit more subdued though still in a cringe worthy bright purple.

"Hello, can I help you?" Dumbledore asked with a smile and a twinkle in his eyes. "You don't belong here."

Harry forced a smile - his father's smile. "I'm Harry Po- Parker, I uhm - the story is a bit hard to explain actually." Harry said faking embarrassment, and discomfort.

"No need my boy." Dumbledore said holding up his hands in a dismissive gesture and a knowing glint in his eyes. Harry secretly wanted to curse the man for being able to see through almost every lie. "Why don't you come to my office and we can discuss your situation over a cup of tear." The old man suggested.

"I'd like that very much." Harry said, acting relieved. It would give him some time to think of a cover story, why he showed up out of no where, why there would be no record of him.

Dumbledore smiled. "Follow me, you look absolutely freezing." He turned and began leading the way to his office. Harry looked around the school, class must still be going on, and be why there weren't any students in the halls.

Harry thought quickly, trying to figure out what would be a good way to have Dumbledore believe him, and not go looking for answers? Probably nothing, but Harry had to think of something. As Dumbledore said the password granting access to his office, Harry's mind was still racing.

"Please, take a seat." Dumbledore said, motioning to the chair opposite his desk.

"Thank you sir." Harry said looking down at his feet awkwardly.

"So, what is your story?" Dumbledore asked.

Harry opened his mouth to speak, only to close it after a few seconds of silence. "I'm sorry, it's still kinda... difficult." Harry ran his fingers through his hair, then chastised himself mentally for the action. "I was disowned a few weeks ago." Harry muttered, looking down at his hands which he folded in his lap. "My parents didn't approve of - several things actually. There was a rather large fight and my father kicked me out, with nothing but the clothes on my back, sir."

"Oh dear." Dumbledore said as a tray with tea appeared on his desk. Harry glanced up nervously, trying to read the Headmaster's face, luckily it seemed like Dumbledore believed him - for the most part anyways.

"I was home schooled before this," He continued, the lies coming with more ease as he went. "Now, I've got no other choice but to come here. I heard you were a great man, very understanding." Harry added, playing on Dumbledore's sympathies.

"Well, I'm sure we could work something out Mr. Parker." Dumbledore said soothingly. "I'm sure that Hogwarts will be a very good place for you to finish your education. There is a trust for orphaned students, we could pay for you books with that money."

Harry flashed a grateful smile, though it was dimmed slightly by his wringing hands. "Thank you sir."

"We will have to sort you into a house right away." Dumbledore said. "Dinner would be the best time, seeing as it's after lunch." The old wizard tapped his chin with his long boney fingers. "Since it's Friday you will also have plenty of time to start to get used to the school, most of the other students are very helpful so you shouldn't find things to difficult."

"Great." Harry said.

"Indeed. Now until dinner why don't you stay here and perhaps get some rest, you look exhausted my boy." Dumbledore drew his wand and waved it, turning the other chair into a bed, complete with blankets and pillows, another wave of his wand slid the bed up against the wall, moving a shelf full of trinkets out of the way. "There's a few hours before dinner, and I will talk to some of the professors about getting you spare books."

"Thank you Professor." Harry said standing.

"It's no trouble Mr. Parker." Dumbledore said heading towards the door. "I expect you to be asleep when I get back." He said, his eyes twinkling again.

Harry flashed a nervous smile, but found himself yawning. He really was exhausted, he hadn't slept in a few days. "Yes sir." Harry answered.

"Wonderful." Dumbledore said and left.

Harry made his way over to the bed and sat on the edge and toed off his shoes then took off his robe and moved under the blankets and tossed and turned for a little while before getting comfortable, but he couldn't fall asleep just yet. He still had a lot of planning to do, he had to make sure he could keep up the act long enough to do what he needed to.

Harry sighed and closed his eyes.

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Harry was woken with a start by the sound of the door shutting. He jolted upright and looked around frantically.

"I didn't mean to startle you." Dumbledore said with a reassuring smile. Harry bit his cheek, his respect for the old man had dwindled down to barely anything. Dumbledore knew about the link between Harry and Voldemort, he could've warned Harry, but didn't.

"It's okay." Harry mumbled bending down to pick up his shoes.

"I have some robes for you. Your house will be put on them after you've been sorted. Dinner is in about twenty minutes. Shall we go?" Dumbledore said handing Harry plain black cotton robes.

Harry put his shoes on and then took the robes from Dumbledore and followed him slowly down to the Great Hall.


End of Chapter One

This is just a slightly edited version, its basically the same.

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