The first day of classes went very smoothly. The students seemed to love the new teachers. Apparently Remus was everything the kids had said and the other two were very pleasant and knew their stuff. Harry was surprised to notice that without Snape's nasty remarks and actual encouragement from Tonks he was actually quite adept at potions. At dinner though Remus approached the table and turned to Harry seriously.

"Brian, we need you to come to our quarters after dinner ok?"

"But I didn't do anything!" he said racking his brain for some probable crime he may have performed unnoticed.

"I know you didn't do anything, but Joey and I need to talk to you."

So, after dinner Harry went to the staff wing and waited patiently in the common room for his guardians. They came in just a few minutes later. Sirius was saying;

"You must have done something; I mean the woman was shooting daggers at you."

"She must be in a bad mood, that's all."

"Only with you, with me she was her perfect peppy self."

"Harry, good, you came," Remus said smiling and sitting in an armchair in front of Harry. Sirius sat in another, but he wasn't smiling, as a matter of fact, he looked like he wanted to be anywhere else but there.

Seeing Sirius was not about to start this Remus began, "Harry, we wanted to talk about what happened yesterday."

'What, I didn't say anything. Ron was the one that said to the Gryffindor to go easy on Tonks and Sirius because they were new at teaching," Harry defended himself.

"Oh, he did?" Sirius said raising an eyebrow.

"Nice of him," Remus said a warning in his voice to Sirius " But that's not why we called you here. I was talking about the Threstals Harry."

"But I already said; Hagrid told me about them. That's ok."

"The Threstals aren't the problem Harry; it's the reason why you can see them that concerns us. You haven't talked about what happened that night since the talk with Dumbledore." Sirius said looking straight at his godson, concern on his face.

"But I don't want to talk," Harry said looking at his knees.

Remus pulled his face up and said "But you have to Harry, or the nightmares won't go away."

"But I deserve them," he said starting to tremble and Remus and Sirius jaws dropped. Remus was the first to compose himself and asked calmly:

"Why would you deserve them Harry?"

"Because I killed him, he was going to walk away from the cup and then I told him to get the cup with me. A Hogwarts win anyway, and Voldemort killed him, called him the spare, and he wasn't, he was the real Hogwarts champion. He got there because he was really good, not because a Death Eater was making sure he got there. And even more, I stopped you from killing Wormtail, none of this would be happening if I hadn't."

Remus and Sirius didn't know what to do. They had been thinking Harry was scared, but the thought that the boy blamed himself never crossed their mind. Sirius put a hand in Harry's shoulder and said:

"None of that was your fault Harry. You can't blame yourself for other people's choice Harry. Believe me, for a long time I blamed myself for what happened to your parents."

"But that wasn't your fault, you didn't know Pettigrew was the spy," Harry said almost in a whisper.

"And you didn't know the cup was a portkey Harry," Remus said " or that Peter would escape. He didn't have to go looking for Voldemort. The world is enormous, very easy for a rat to disappear, but he chose to go, he chose to do Voldemorts biddings. You were right that night, we shouldn't stoop to their level, and probably we wouldn't have. We are not killers. I always thought that if you hadn't stopped us we wouldn't have had what it takes to kill him. If anything, you made us get out of there faster. Imagine what would have happened if we were all still in the tunnel when I transformed."

"I never thought of things that way," Harry said drying his eyes furtively on his sleeves.

"Never regret doing the right thing Harry," Sirius said making Harry look at him for this. "Don't let Voldemort make you think you shouldn't do what's right; sharing the victory with Cedric was right, not killing Wormtail too." And he hugged Harry and let him stay there for a while.

After some time Remus said "I think is time for you to head back to your house, we don't want you out after curfew."

Harry stood up to go, but then he turned.

"Remus."

"Yes?"

"You know when we came here; I kind of saw some stuff, stuff I didn't even remember. And I saw you."

"Of course you saw me; I'm part of your life."

"No, I mean, when I was about five, or something, you were my teacher."

At this Sirius looked at his friend dumbfounded but Remus was smiling and said "Yes, much easier to get a Muggle job. They don't tend to ask you if you're a werewolf and I just had to say I had a religion issue that prevented me to teach the days following a full moon, they are quite understanding."

"You mean that was you?" Harry asked, his heart swelling.

"You got a muggle job at Harry's school?" Sirius asked shocked.

"Yes, Dumbledore had said we could not let him know about magic and I wanted to be near him, even if I couldn't protect you from the negligence and cruelty of your relatives, I could at least make things better for a while. But you weren't supposed to recognize me, I put a spell on you that would only wear off when you turned of age," Remus finished with a frown.

"Maybe the time travel screwed that up," Sirius said but Harry didn't care. He went to Remus and hugged him. "Thank you," he said a little muffled by the older man's robes. Remus smiled and kissed the top of his head. Harry then exited the room and Sirius looked at his friend and said "Thank you" with a smile.

"I did that for me, Padfoot. Harry was all that was left of my family. I'm just glad to have you both back now."

But Sirius brushed that off, hugged his friend, and went to his room. From the door came a voice; "Why do you have to go and do something like that when I want to be rightfully angry at you."

"Well, sorry about that," he said walking to her "Does that mean I'm forgiven?"

"That means I'll think about your case, meanwhile, you may come in," and they both entered her room and closed the door. Sirius poked his head out of his door and muttered under his breath, "Who do they think they're kidding?"

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The first week passed by in no time, the fifth and seventh year students were already swamped with homework, all the teachers had said that their O. and N.E. years were the most important ones and therefore they had to be prepared. Even Sirius had given them a mountain of homework, they had thought that given his school history he would go lighter than the others but they were thoroughly mistaken. He was a fun teacher, a lot like Remus but making more jokes, but he new how to get strict when necessary, and just like McGonagall or Remus would have done, he got a class to be quiet with a stare. Tonks was pretty much the same and Harry had noticed how the two cousins were very much alike in many aspects. Today was Saturday, and Quidditch trials were being held, the four Weasleys and Harry were all there. There were only two players on the team, two chasers. Bill Weasley that was in his third year and had entered the team last year, and the captain, a sixth year called Richard Wood, that obviously had to have been related to Oliver Wood, he looked just like him, and once he opened his mouth he sounded just like Wood too. After testing every single student that had shown up for every available position, even if the student stated that he did not want to play that position, Wood decided on the time travelers for their usual positions with Ron as keeper and Ginny as chaser. He had almost fainted of joy at Harry's catches of the snitch, and was telling that flying must be in the family. He had played along side James for one year and was positive that Harry flew better.

"The cup is as good as ours. Dumbledore could just engrave Gryffindor's name already as to save time," he had said. "We'll start training tomorrow. I have designed a whole new training scheme; we'll train earlier and harder.

"I already heard that somewhere" Fred said in an undertone to Harry, then asked out loud "Say, Wood, you don't happen to have any brothers?"

"Yes, I have a younger brother named Oliver, but he's five, how do you know?"

"Lucky guess," Fred said with his lips twitching.

Later that evening they were all together at the staff wing. The kids had gone to tell the adults how the trials had gone and did not spare any details. Ron was playing a game of chess with Remus, which turned out to be quite challenging for Ron who was used to always win. Apparently Remus was good at this. Fred and George were in the corner pouring over a list of Weasley Wizarding Weezes, they wanted to know how to market some of their products without compromising their past selves future enterprise. The girls were doing their homework while Tonks and Sirius graded some essays. Harry had nodded off on the couch. Even if he was feeling a lot better, he still needed more rest than usual.

He was dreaming that they were at their first match, his parents were there and on the other team the seeker was none other than Victor Krum. The commentator kept saying that there was no way Harry would beat Krum but he was, he was getting close to the snitch and Krum was no where close to him, he had left him behind ages ago. He caught the snitch and his father was shouting. "That's my son."

Suddenly he was seated on an armchair and a man was crouching on the floor, screaming on pain. He waved his wand and the screaming stopped, and he spoke, but not in his voice, but in a cold voice, a voice he knew all to well; Voldemort's voice.

"You disappoint me Peter, how can you not know?"

"I've only seen the baby once master, they've been up at Hogwarts until now and I couldn't go there. Not with those new teachers there. Dumbledore seems to trust them and they obviously don't like me. They could jeopardize my position, what if James gets suspicious? I'll never be able to see if his son is the prophecy child" Peter said pleadingly.

"Well, who would have thought, you actually use your brains. I want you to find out who they are, apparently some of them are related to the Potters, and they may come in handy."

"I will my Lord, and I have already started to poison Remus and Sirius against each other, nothing too obvious, just little things, but in time that can be useful."

"Well done Peter, but you still failed me, and you know what I have to do, Crucio," and Peter's screams filled Harry's ears.

He sat upright, clutching his forehead that was bursting in pain and screaming. Sirius was at his side holding him. "Harry, what's wrong?" he asked nervously. They had seen Harry trashing around and had been trying to wake the boy up. Harry's breath was coming in gasps, the pain in his forehead was excruciating. He held to Sirius until the pain started to fade after a long while and his breath started to ease in. Everyone else was seated around them, watching nervously. Sirius asked, "Did you have a dream like one of those you had last year?"

"Worse" Harry answered in a hoarse voice.

"What do you mean worse?" Remus asked softly.

Harry looked at him and said without looking at the others "I think I'm going mad," and he buried his head on Sirius chest.

"Why Harry?" Sirius asked moving his head so that they could hear and looking concerned.

"The other times, I was just in the room, but this time, I was him, I was Voldemort," he finished almost in a whisper. There was an intake of breath from all the others but Remus continued.

"Harry, we need to know exactly what happened," so he told them the dream. Then Remus asked if his scar had hurt before and he said that it had been itching on and off ever since Voldemort's return but he didn't think much of that because, now that Voldemort was back, that had to be normal.

"What's going on?" Hermione asked. Remus considered her, should he tell them Dumbledore's suspicion? They were just kids after all, they hadn't told Harry about the prophecy yet, but then again, after all that they had been trough they deserved to know the truth.

"After Voldemort's return, Dumbledore was afraid this would happen. Just as Harry said before, he didn't have much of his powers, and as he got stronger Harry was able to see what was going on when Voldemort felt particularly vengeful or even happy. Usually that happened when Harry's mind was relaxed, and therefore open. Dumbledore thinks that the failed curse created a connection between Harry and Voldemort, and now that Voldemort has his powers back that connection would be stronger." Harry shivered at this; he did not want to have any connection to Voldemort.

"But this Voldemort has not attacked Harry" Ginny said.

"Yes," Remus continued, "which mean this Voldemort is not connected to Harry's magic, but our Harry is connected to his. See, the magic energy is the same, in this time line or ours. Magic energy is unique to each wizard and can't be reproduced. That's why, for example the Marauder's map showed Crouch Jr. and not Moody. He may be looking like Moody, but the Map reads magic. Or a patronus can't be copied. In our time, Dumbledore was afraid that the connection went both ways and that Voldemort would be able to see Harry's mind just like Harry saw his, that's why you thought you were he on the dream. Dumbledore was arranging for you to learn Ocllumency with Snape. The art of sealing ones mind to intrusion," he added at the kids confused face "But, with all that happened since we got here we forgot, maybe I should talk to Dumbledore."

"But why, I mean, I know the nightmares and pain can't be fun mate, but if Harry can sometime see what's going on with Voldemort we have an upper hand," Ron said.

"But we can't have Voldemort reading Harry's mind," Remus said.

"But you just said, this Voldemort is not connected to my magic yet. And Ron's right, that's useful," Harry said, still holding on to Sirius.

"That's only a theory. We can't be sure that he is not, and we can't risk your safety, Harry. We'll talk to Dumbledore," Remus said "Now, you all go to bed. You'll stay here tonight, as head of your house I'm giving you permission."

"What about that prophecy child business, what's that?" Ginny asked, obviously with no intention of going to bed. Sirius and Remus exchanged glances, they were sure they had been able to dodge that.

"We can't tell you that yet," Tonks said "First we have to talk to Dumbledore, the sooner the better, and if you guys go to bed, we can do that now."

Seeing that if they protested they would get nowhere, the kids very disgruntled obeyed. Sirius helped Harry that was still wavering on his legs to bed; as soon as the boy hit the pillow he was asleep. Sirius didn't even bother to wake him to change his clothes. With a wave of his wand he transfigured Harry's clothes into pajamas and said to the others, "We really meant sleep. We won't go anywhere until you are like that," He pointed at Harry "and don't try any tricks, don't forget who you're dealing with. I invented all the tricks you can think of," and he exited the room.

After satisfying themselves that the kids were sleeping the three adults set off to Dumbledore's office.

"Are we going to tell him about Pettigrew?" Tonks asked.

"I don't really know, at least now we know that he already is a spy," Remus said. "Dirty little rat, playing us against each other look at his family Remus, the whole lot are Death Eaters.'"

"He's getting bitter, not able to get a good job because of his condition' how could I have been so stupid?" Sirius said angrily, "I don't know how you forgave me."

"Because I was stupid too."

"Neither of you were stupid. He did his job well, started small and way before time," Tonks ended their self pity party.

They continued their way to Dumbledore's office quietly. There they told the story, they decided that, since they needed his help, they had to tell the man everything, including Peter's betrayal.

"I felt you were not being honest about the reasons you attacked Peter, Sirius. You do realize that by telling me this you have just made a major change in the time line? Peter will not be sending Voldemort to his downfall here," Dumbledore said from behind his desk. The three time travelers were sitting in chairs in front of the desk. Tonks was the first to talk.

"We already have made changes, even trying not to. Voldemort is interested in us. In our time line McGonagall did not leave her teaching post, so anything she is doing out there is different, and Snape held my position. So we can't pretend everything will be the same, we just have to do the best with what we have."

"She is right," Remus said "and since changes have been made, at least you can learn from our mistakes. We all, you included, overlooked Peter. It never crossed our minds that he had enough nerve to be the traitor. I know that it is easier for me to blame everything on him, but truth be told, in the end, when you were sure the traitor had to be one of the three of us, I never thought of him. And not because of Sirius' family. But because of the two of them. Sirius was the strong one, I should have seen that that was what made Peter dangerous, but I didn't," and he could feel Sirius' eyes on him but didn't look. Sirius turned his eyes to the floor and said embarrassed,

"Me too. Not because you were a werewolf. I didn't believe you'd turn because of everybody's prejudice, or because you were evil. But because Peter was too weak, and they were getting information that only the four of us knew. I didn't want to believe. I knew you wouldn't turn to Voldemort's side, but there was no other explanation. I'm sorry."

"Me too" Remus said softly and they looked in each others eyes, and smiled. They had never really talked about that. Both decided to blame Peter. Deep down they both knew that the other had never really believed them a traitor, but was left with no choice.

"Men!" Tonks let slip exasperated, then turned to Dumbledore "What will you do?"

"Well, as Remus said well, now we have the upper hand. We know Peter is a spy, but he doesn't know we know. I think we can use that to our advantage," Dumbledore said with a mischievous grin.

"You mean feed him false information?" Sirius asked.

"Exactly. Unfortunately, for that to work, again we will need your past selves and James help. That means they need to know what happened, and I think only you have the right to tell them," Dumbledore said.

"That is not a conversation I wanted to have," Sirius said resigned.

"But you must. I'll call them up to the castle tomorrow. Harry has to understand why he is so important," Dumbledore continued "as for the dreams, I agree with Mr. Weasley on the fact that this Voldemort may not be able to read Harry's mind. Nevertheless, I think best for Harry to be able to shut him off, even if he seeing this can come in handy. I'll teach him Occlumency myself, since I can't use Severus. He is already spying for me, but as you said, he is not a teacher here, and therefore I can't justify his presence here. I think that for now, it would be best if Harry does not return to Gryffindor tower. If any of his dorm mates witnesses one of these episodes and tells another person, Harry may attract too much unwanted attention. You can say that you felt he was over exerting himself, since the fact that he was ill for some time is no secret, and you'll just come off as overprotective parents."

They said their goodbyes and went back to their quarters, dreading the next day.