Author's Note: This will be the last chapter. I know, sad. The ending is kind of happy though. I've written a chapter for a new story I plan on posting soon, probably a few minutes after this is posted. Thanks to all my wonderful reviewers!

-opungo

"So, Harry," Remus said nervously. "Sirius and I just wanted to apologize." Harry looked up from the display of candy he was looking at in Honeyduke's.

"For what?" Harry asked. Sirius sighed.

"Well, Harry," he said. "We thought you were trying to take Lily from James. So I've kind of been taking revenge on you. Like that firework that ended up in one of the pockets of your robes." Harry laughed.

"I guessed it was you," he explained. "It wasn't exactly hard to figure out." He threw a box of Chocolate Cauldrons on the counter to purchase them.

"We do have a question though," Remus said as Harry was handed back a bag with the Chocolate Cauldrons inside. "Who was Cedric, really?" he asked in a low voice. Harry sighed as they left the shop.

"He was a kid at my old school," Harry replied truthfully. "A couple of years above me."

"Why did you have nightmares involving him?" Sirius asked. Harry gulped.

"He got killed," he replied flatly. Both Sirius and Remus grew white. "I saw how he died, but nobody at my old school believed me. It's so frustrating!" Harry cried out kicking a wall of a shop. "Nobody believes the truth, only what they want to believe. Nobody will even listen to what I have to say." Harry felt a hand on his shoulder and he stopped in his tracks. He turned and saw Sirius standing there.

"You know the truth, mate," he told Harry. "That's what matters. You can't beat yourself up because nobody believes you. As long as you know what really happened, things will come around eventually." Harry smiled sadly. As glad as he was that he was able to talk to Sirius about what had been bothering him, it still pained him to know that he would be following his own advice in a couple of years when he found himself in Azkaban.

"Look it's James and Lily," Remus said. Sirius and Harry looked up to where Remus was pointing. Sure enough, James and Lily were walking down the road, looking thoroughly happy and as if they were having a good time. "They look happy," he commented. Sirius nodded.

"How much do you want to bet that they get together and have a kid?" Sirius asked suddenly. Harry laughed, knowing he could bet a million Galleons and easily win.

Halfway through dinner that night, Harry felt a tap on his shoulder. A first year girl was holding a folded piece of parchment in her hand. She handed it to Harry and ran off. The note said:

Harry,

Please meet me in my office when you are done with dinner.

-Professor Dumbledore

Harry tucked the note in his pocket and finished eating his dinner, ignoring the questions from Sirius and Remus on what the note was about. "It's nothing," he told them for what felt like the thousandth time. "It doesn't concern you two. I have to go anyway." Harry set down his fork and knife and walked out of the Great Hall and up to Dumbledore's office. He smiled at Harry when he entered the office and sat down.

"Tomorrow is the day students go home for the holidays," Dumbledore said. Harry looked confused. He knew this. Why was Dumbledore telling him? "Judging by how your mother and father are acting and how you're acting with Mr. Black, you can too."

"What-Oh," Harry said. He suddenly understood what Dumbledore was telling him. "I have to go now?" Dumbledore nodded.

"I know it's hard for you," as if reading Harry's mind. "but you're going to have to leave and go back to your own time. This is your parent's time, not yours." Dumbledore offered Harry a Pepper Imp. He declined the offer with a shake of his head. "I'll meet you outside the Room of Requirement in an hour. That will give you time to put everything in your trunk."

Half an hour later, Harry was glumly stuffing his books in to his trunk along with everything else. This was it, he wasn't going to see his parents again. With a forceful snap, he closed his trunk and dragged it down the stairs to the common room, hoping that nobody would be there. No such luck. James, Lily, Sirius, Remus, Frank, and Alice were sitting around the fire.

"Hey Harry," James called out. "What's the trunk for?" he asked. Harry sighed.

"I'm going home," Harry said sadly, stopping by the couch they were sitting on. James nodded. Lily however seemed to realize what Harry was saying.

"You're not coming back, are you?" she asked. Everybody snapped their head up at Harry who shook his head. "Will we see you again?" she asked. Harry thought for a moment before smiling and saying, "I can guarantee it."

They all smiled rather sadly after Harry as he dragged his trunk through the portrait hole. Dumbledore was waiting by the time Harry had gotten there.

"A bit early, aren't you?" he asked, smiling slightly. Harry tried to smile back. "I'm afraid you can only take back what you brought, so you might want to take it out of your trunk now." Harry nodded and extracted his Invisibility Cloak, map, wand, and bag. As he stuffed them in his bag, Dumbledore flicked his wand and the trunk was gone.

"Sir," Harry said. "Before I go…you're the one that first told me about this room." Dumbledore's eyes twinkled with interest. "So on Christmas morning of my fourth year, around five in the morning, you'll be taking a stroll around the castle looking for a bathroom. You'll take a wrong turn and end up here and the room will be filled with chamber pots…" Harry broke off laughing. When he could control himself, he continued. "Just make sure to mention it at the feast that night." Dumbledore nodded.

"I will remember," he assured Harry. "Now I believe you really should go back. I will see you in a few years." Harry nodded and paced back and forth. I need some place where I can think. I need some place where I can think. A door appeared.

"I'll see you soon Professor." Harry stepped inside the room and said in his head, I wish I could go back to my own time. He stepped out of the room again and in to the corridor. There was light streaming in through one of the windows at the very end of it. It was day. Harry had gone back to his own time. He started to walk along the corridor, the door vanishing behind him.

"Harry!" said a voice from behind him. He looked around to see Hermione running toward him, closely followed by Ginny, who was changed in to Quidditch robes. "Please talk to Ginny, she needs some advice for today," Hermione pleaded. Harry looked at Ginny who looked a little pale.

"Sure," Harry began. He was cut off for a moment by a muffled voice that seemed to be coming from Hermione's bag. "Hermione? Are you trying to smuggle a house elf to freedom?" Harry found himself asking, smiling slightly.

"Don't be so immature, Harry," Hermione said sternly, opening her bag. "Honestly, this fight between you and Sirius has gone on quite long enough! He only had your best interest in mind when he agreed with Dumbledore that you need Occlumency lessons, even if they were with Snape." Hermione pulled a mirror out of her bag. Harry had to jump back some at what he saw. Instead of seeing his own or Hermione's reflection he saw Sirius. He looked somewhat different. He didn't look like he had ever been in Azkaban. His hair was short, his skin clean-shaven, and he was wearing brand new robes instead of secondhand and frayed ones.

"Hello, Hermione," he greeted. Hermione walked a little ahead of Harry and Ginny. "Harry's still miffed, I take it?" he asked. Although he could not see it, Harry was sure she was rolling her eyes. "Well, I just thought I'd let you know I'm waiting in the Entrance Hall." Harry felt his heart skip a beat. Did Sirius just say he was in the Entrance Hall? At Hogwarts?

Hermione tucked the mirror in to her bag again and looked at Harry over her shoulder. "Are you at least going to sit with us?" she asked. "Or are you going to force Sirius to sit with the teachers? He doesn't like it when you're not talking to him, Harry. Where are you going?" she called out. Harry had broken out in to a run. Hermione and Ginny started to run after him, pleading for him to slow down.

He stopped dead in his tracks when he reached the Entrance Hall. Sirius was standing there, talking with Professor McGonagall. This had to be a dream. Sirius was supposed to be a convicted murderer in hiding. What was he doing in broad daylight?

"Hey, Mr. Black!" Dean called out as he passed out. Sirius looked up.

"I told you Dean, call me Sirius!" he called after him. McGonagall walked out the doors and Harry felt a hand on his arm. Before he registered that it was Hermione's, she had dragged him over to Sirius.

"Hello, Hermione," he greeted. "Harry, you look like you've seen a ghost." Sirius looked concerned and Harry could understand why. He felt white and shaky and was very surprised he hadn't fainted at the sight of Sirius in the Entrance Hall talking casually talking with Professor McGonagall.

Finally, Harry said, "Boy do I have a story for you."