Harry Potter in Time but He's a Stoner

It's like he knows them already.

What. The. Fuck. Harry didn't know why he was even shocked anymore because if he was being honest with himself, he was currently sat in a Hogwarts Express compartment on the way to Hogwarts except it's 20 years in the past.

Because of his awe-like trance state at seeing his (very very dead) mum, he didn't notice the ginger leave 5 minutes prior, nor did he see the waving hand in front of his face from non-other than his previous disturber Sirius Black.

"Hellooooo woah guys I think he's gone into shock." Sirius said moving his head to face the curious faces of the others in the compartment. 

"I have not." Harry brought his hand up to Sirius' arm to move it away still shocked at how he can actually touch the man, "piss off you prat." What a first impression isn't it. He got too comfortable too quickly because he forgot that they don't know him. Well, he'd said it now so there was no going back. 

"Calm it Hazza just wanted to make sure your brain hadn't died." Sirius sighed a little laugh as he put his hands behind behind his head and lent back into the not-so-comfortable seat of the carriage. "Besides," another sigh, "you've no chance with her. Little Jamie over here has had his eyes on her since first year." 

"Sirius!" James hissed out throwing a chocolate frog at the boy. "I'm not lying!" Sirius threw his hands up in a defence like motion. However, while this was happening, Harry was trying not to gip. Literally, he'd just been accused of fancying his mum! He actually wretched a little. "Woah man, you okay she's not that bad jeez." Remus said as he lent forward and down to make sure the boy was okay. Harry coughed as some colour came back to his face, "yeah fine thanks man just a bit disturbed, got reminded of something." 

"If you say so." If you hadn't already guessed the chaos that had already ensued in the little compartment wasn't even half of what was going to happen just on the journey, never mind the actual Hogwarts year. And so, Harry pressed his head into the glass and stared at the fields rolling by again, sighed and felt the migraine etching in. 

'God I need a boyfriend.' and that was his last thought before he went back to sleep somehow. Random thoughts and loud noises were his speciality of course. You don't go to the Burrow for years expecting to be able to breathe between your thoughts. 

"Harrrrrryyyyyyyyyyy" 

That was enough to wake the boy from his very (not) peaceful sleep. Katya had been breathing next to his ear and as much as it was calming, it was getting really REALLY annoying. He could deal with it though. "What Peter." Harry snapped back at the boy who was shaking him slightly, "Well, the train's stopped, and you've not got your robes on so I thought I'd wake you, so you don't end up stuck on  train that shows up 3 times a year max." Harry scoffed "How considerable of you," nonetheless he stood up and stretched himself like a glow stick, picking up his bags, even the weedy one, and left the train to join the packed group of a lot of children - how they all fit on one train he will never know (must be magic). 

He got some weird looks and he registered it could've been a couple of reasons:

1. He hadn't got any robes.

2. He looked like he'd been living at Shrek's swamp (at least in his opinion, one could only hope if worse comes to worse Dumbledore will at least let him shower)

3. He had a massive lump around his neck and under his shirt, what he will know as a (not allowed at Hogwarts for several safety issues) fucking black mamba. 

But he couldn't tell you which so he just shrugged off the looks, he was used to it, and braced himself for the eventual conversations and migraines he'll have to suffer through.