Silence filled the cupboard. It was dark, too dark for Harry's liking. But yet, there he was, alone in his dark, sad cupboard. Harry Potter was a 6-year-old boy with dark brown, almost black hair which laid messily on his head. His eyes were a vibrant, emerald green. They almost glowed in the dark. He wore old, baggy clothes which didn't at all fit his small, scrawny body. The boy sighed, feeling alone.

Hello. The little boy jumped high up in the air."Who is there?",he asked. Shut up, do you want your aunt to hear you being loud? "Who are you?", this time Harry only whispered. I'm kind of you but at the same time, I'm not. This only confused Harry was someone pranking him?

No, I'm not. See, there is something called magic. Yes, your uncle says it's not real, but it is. And I'm sure you've heard of souls. Harry nodded, he still didn't know who was inside his head. Stop this, Fullbuster, you're scaring him. Harry jumped again. Tsk, as if you're any better, di Angelo. Anyways Harry, as I was saying we're all souls inside if your body. We all had a life before and we all died. We've figured out that this is some kind of different dimension. But we all still have our magic.

Oh wow, you explained that so dam good.

Well, at least I'm still better than you, Death Breath.

Says the one who can't handle a sword in the slightest.

At least my magic is way more creative.

Guys, stop this argument this instant.

Keep outta this, Hale!

Seriously, stop! You're scaring Harry!

Harry was scared indeed. He was a 6-year-old and he was calmer than one, but he still got scared easily. He didn't cry or scream or ask for his mommy. He didn't even have a mommy.

Sorry, Harry didn't realize we were scaring you. Got any questions?

"How many of you are there? Who are you all? What can you do?", the boy whispered again.

There are five of us. I guess I'll start. My name is Gray Fullbuster, I'm an ice mage, I'm immune to the cold and I can form pretty much anything out of ice. I can also use it to attack.

My name is Nico di Angelo. Have you ever heard of Greek mythology?

The boy nodded.

Great. I'm half god, half human. My father is Hades and I have control over the dead. I can also use the shadows to travel, disguise myself and eavesdrop on others. I'm very good with a sword. Get on my level, Fullbuster.

Before you start arguing again, I'm Derek Hale. I'm a werewolf, I have enhanced senses, speed, strength, stamina, reflexes, and stealth. I can also transform into a wolf or into a kind of hybrid so I still look human.

Well, that's great and all, but I'm Karma Akabane. I'm completely human though I'm great at strategy and close combat. I can also easily fire a gun and handle a knife.

I'm the last then. My name is Kuzoto Kirigaya, but you can call me Kirito, I also go by that name. I'm a skilled swordsman, I've got some kind of game skills to make me faster or stronger, there's almost everything there. I can fight double-handed, meaning a sword in each hand.

Weeks passed and Harry slowly got used to the souls in his head. He knew the character of each person pretty well now. He also started experimenting with them. They would try to show him his mindscape, he would let them take over.

His body changed accordingly to the soul using it. Gray's hair spiked up, he would get more muscular.

Kirito's hair flattened, his eyes got darker and his body was still slim and small.

Nico's hair got longer and his eyes also got darker. He got shadows under his eyes, a sign of too little sleep.

Karma's hair flattened and it looked red in the sunlight. His eyes were slitted and also got a little red undertone. His body was more athletic.

Derek's hair was cut shorter and his body got more muscular. He also gained a few centimeters height.

They also didn't need glasses.

The boys started to train everything they knew. Harry went to combat classes, he attended sword fighting courses and he spent much time in the woods to train the powers of his other souls.

All in all, they got by pretty well. The Dursley's were happy to have the freak out if their house so they gladly gave him money to pay his lessons without even knowing what they were about.

Harry lived his life training and talking with different souls in his body. He didn't question the magic and he didn't ask for more information. At least until he got a certain letter of a school of witchcraft and wizardry.