When the door to the Shrieking Shack swung open, Harry stumbled back and mentally screamed, 'Who is it this time?'

Professor Snape had given them a near heart attack, showing up out of the blue with his invisibility cloak. However, it wasn't as bad as the shock he received when both his History of Magic Professors entered the room.

"Hey Harry, what's shakin'?" Professor Jones grinned, oblivious to the way each of the room's occupants, aside from Kirkland, gaped at him. 

"Professor Jones?" Professor Lupin said, flummoxed. He lowered his wand from where he had risen it to point towards the door.

"Remus," Professor Jones whined, "I told you to call me Alfred, not Professor Jones or any of that-"

"Never mind that! What on Earth is going on here?" Professor Kirkland cut in.

"None of your business, Kirkland. These two shall be dealt with promptly. Take the children with you to the castle," Professor Snape sneered.

Professor Kirkland barely gave the Potions Professor a glance before stating, "I wasn't asking you. Ms. Granger, what is going on here?"

Black let out a snort at the obvious disregard, and Professor Lupin's lips twitched.

Hermione, still in shock, merely gaped at them. Ron hissed as he tried to stand, snapping her back to attention. "Sir, Sirius Black and Professor Lupin was telling us some story about Peter Pettigrew still being alive and a Death Eater. Professor Snape then burst in with Harry's invisibility cloak and started talking about feeding their souls to the Dementors when you both showed up," She admitted.

Professor Jones blinked. "Seems legit."

Professor Kirkland sighed as he pointed to Ron who still had a nasty bite on his leg. "Why is Mr. Weasley injured?" Professor Jones stepped forward and let Ron lean against him, which the redhead did after letting out a deep breath.

"Enough of this," Snape's malicious voice interrupted, "Kirkland, if you refuse to comply, then I have no need of you. Expelli-" The spell, however, was not completed as Professor Kirkland waved his hand and Snape's wand soared into his hand. Then, to everyone's surprise, he turned the wand on its owner and a spark of light flew out of the wand and hit Snape. Harry watched, astonished, as Professor Snape's body flung into the wall, unconscious.

The room stay silent for a minute before Ron spoke, "He's not dead, is he?"

Professor Jones looked a little concerned as well, which Professor Kirkland noticed. "Relax, he's simply unconscious."

"Professor, how did you do wandless magic? Only very powerful magicians like Professor Dumbledore and You-Know-Who are known to be the only living wizards capable of it." Hermione said in amazement.

Before Professor Kirkland could reply, a raspy voice spoke, "Give me the rat. I need to commit that murder I was imprisoned for." Sirius Black glared st the squirming rat in Ron's hands.

"Wait, Sirius! We need to show them the truth. You owe that much to Harry!" Lupin added. Sirius Black stopped struggling against the werewolf's arms where they held him in place.

The Defense Against the Dark Arts Instructor let out a sigh. "Mr. Weasley, since you still seem to be wary of me, give Peter to Alfred. Alfred, pass me the rat once you get it. We need to get to the bottom of this."

Ron backed up against the wall, still leaning on Professor Jones. "Will it hurt Scabbers?"

"If that is indeed not Peter, the spell won't affect your pet in any way."

Satisfied, Ron held out the rat who was clawing around everywhere. Professor Lupin muttered a spell and Scabbers began to change. Hair sprouted over a balding head. Paws transformed into dirty, filth ridden hands. Ron scrambled back as the sniveling face of Peter Pettigrew emerged from what was previously thought to be an ordinary rat.

"What the bloody hell?" He exclaimed. For some reason, Professor Jones snickered at the exclamation and Professor Kirkland shot him a dirty look.

Harry watched as Black and Lupin confronted Pettigrew about him being the Secret Keeper. This was madness. He did however, step in when they were going to kill him. They didn't deserve to be murderers. Pettigrew was attached to Ron who had Lupin's wand pointed in the rat's direction the entire time. Sirius levitated Professor Snape whose head was constantly bouncing off of branches and feet dragged on the ground. Harry had a feeling that it wasn't entirely accidental. Professor Kirkland led the strange group back to the castle. Harry couldn't help but hope that this was the end of it. Unfortunately, it wasn't. Hermione shrieked as Professor Lupin croaked out a "NO!" before transforming into a werewolf. From the looks of it, he had forgotten to take his Potion tonight. Padfoot hurled into his friend as Pettigrew transformed into a rat and legged it. Coward.

By this point, Professor Snape had regained consciousness. He stepped ahead of Hermione and Ron and motioned for him to follow. Harry didn't. Instead, he spun the other way and ran after his godfather. He ignored the shouts of his friends and breathed heavily as he ran through the forest. He stumbled as he reached a large lake. By this point, Moony had left and Sirius was lying on the ground, shivering.

Suddenly, the air around them froze. Harry's breath came out as mist and a familiar chill ran through his body. A wave of Dementors descended on them. Harry lifted his wand and tried to conjure a Patronus, but his wand refused to comply. He saw Professor Kirkland emerge from the trees and raise his wand. Harry turned back to the Dementors with renewed energy.

'Come on!' He thought desperately. 'I need to help Sirius!'

The Dementors glided in closer to them and Harry heard his mother's scream and a yell of Expecto Patronum before his vision went dark.

-This time skip is brought to you by Dementors-

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN I'M NOT ALLOWED IN THERE? LET ME IN!" A loud voice yelled.

Arthur blinked as his head thumped painfully against his skull. He looked around and saw white. Figures that he was in the Hospital Wing. At the sound of another yell, the pain in his head increased twofold. Arthur winced as he lay upright and cast a Sonorus.

"Stop your incentive yelling. You're worsening my headache." His voice proclaimed loudly. There was a moment of silence. Then, the Hospital Wing doors burst open with a loud slam. Alfred, and what seemed to be Snape, Dumbledore, and that fool-of-a Minister Fudge followed behind him. They all seemed to be astonished, but he wasn't quite sure why. Before he could further think about it, Alfred spoke. Or rather, gave him a large hug.

Arthur's face reddened as Alfred wrapped his arms around him in a tight embrace. The American rested his chin on his shoulder for a moment before letting go.

"Arthur, dude you have no idea how happy I am to see you. Are you okay? These guys weren't letting me in to see you even though I said a million times that I should be allowed to-"

"How on Earth did you get through the door?" Fudge sputtered, "They are heavily fortified and is very difficult to get past."

Alfred shrugged. "Artie woke up," Was the only thing he offered as an explanation. He turned back to Arthur and sat on the end of the bed, and leaned on the foot railing. "I'm gonna be hanging around here for a while. You don't have to stay."

Dumbledore's eyes twinkled, but he didn't say anything. Snape, on the other hand, glared at them. Fudge straightened his ugly bowling hat. "Headmaster, I believe that Professor Snape is deserving of an Order of Merlin, Second Class I believe. To be able to safely bring the students and two colleagues back in time and capture Sirius Black is an enormous feat!"

Alfred frowned. "He's lying. He didn't do any of that. In fact, he was knocked out for most of the time. Sirius Black is innocent. Arthur is actually the one who saved them with a Patronus. He almost got his soul sucked out." He looked Arthur up and down, as if to check that he still had his soul.

Before Snape could reply, Fudge said, "Looks like Professor Jones has been confunded as well. You might want to check him."

Arthur watched as Fudge, Snape, and Dumbledore left. Alfred scowled. "That liar."

Arthur was confused. What had happened? When had they come across Dementors? He tried to think of the previous night but he couldn't remember. It was simply a blank. He panicked as his hands clenched the bedsheets tightly. He'd never had a complete blank in his memory, no matter how long ago it had occurred. Maybe almost getting his soul sucked out by a Dementor caused him to forget everything that had occurred. He took a few deep breaths and spoke.

"What happened to me?"

Alfred turned to Arthur who rubbed his aching forehead. Alfred gently removed his hands and massaged his forehead soothingly.

"Wait, you don't remember?" Alfred asked, shocked. At Arthur's frown, he scooted on the bed and made himself comfortable beside Arthur and told him about everything that occurred. He closed his eyes as he felt gentle hands sooth his raging headache. The last thing he heard was Alfred talking to someone and a loud voice that sounded like Snape before he drifted off to sleep.

AN: Harry's third year is over! At first, this story was only supposed to include Harry's third year, but this story ended up writing itself. My Cardverse story is up, so check it out if you're interested!

-Madsinator (11/24/17)