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Prologue

The war had ended. They had won. If it could still be called that despite the losses.

In Harry's opinion, in war there never is a winner.

He practically lost all his family and his best friends three years ago.

His parents as widely known had died when he was one.

His godfather Sirius Black fell through the veil in the Department of Mystery in his fifth year.

Remus Lupin died with his wife Tonks in the Battle of Hogwarts leaving behind Harry's godson Teddy.

Teddy, who he at least tries to do his best for.

Hermione's mind didn't survive the torture from Bellatrix when they had been caught, although she only crumbled when the war was over. She was strong. She was now well taken care off on the same station of as Alice and Frank Longbotton.

And the Weasleys…

His tutor Bill Weasley was dead. His other tutor Snape was dead, too.

Both Weasley twins had died in the final battle saving their siblings. Percy took over their store.

Arthur and Charlie were still genuinely nice to him, but he didn't see them all too often.

They were busy.

Molly tries to stay neutral and even friendly to Harry, who had been practically family, but at times grief would overcome her and she would lash out with thoughtless words at him.

Harry couldn't fault her. She had lost four of her children to the war.

The loss of so many of her children did her mind no favor. At least she tries.

Four children. His best mate Ron had been killed by Lucius Malfoy in front of Ginny.

Ginny, who left him, when she couldn't comprehend why Harry even tried to help a bitter Draco Malfoy. Said male was often drifting between being unresponsive or child-like after the Death Eaters found out he had lied to them about not recognizing him. Making him another Cruciatus and torture victim.

But he also didn't just stop visiting Malfoy at the manor, where said prat had isolated himself. Alienated by former allies and persecuted by war victims.

Not to mention he was Teddy's last living relative.

Just a year ago Andromeda had died the same way Narcissa Malfoy just died two month ago.

And now Harry was losing Malfoy, too.

Although they had never been friends, Malfoy had been a constant in Harry's life.

A person Harry had felt connected, too.

They had been on opposite sides of the war, but they were both misunderstood and mistreated. Forced.

But he was getting less and less responsive, less and less sane, ever since his mother was killed by remaining Death Eaters, who are still on the run.

He sighed before he went to another room to wake a napping Teddy.

Today was their weekly visit to Malfoy to try to get him better. Teddy was doing him good.

They would floo over and be welcomed by a ranting Malfoy, when he was aware enough of the world, and his house elves, who would prepare tea. Sadly the awareness of his surroundings is waning.

Malfoy would at times gently responds to Teddy's words and antics and without Teddy would spit malicious words at Harry entirely deigned to hurt and cause pain like before. Or actually worse.

But at least it had been something.

This too had last been a month ago. Malfoy was slowly ceasing to react. Harry hated seeing his rival so lifeless. Lifeless was too close to death.

Harry arrived to a manor of panicking house elves. And when they noticed him they all eerily stilled. The oldest one immediately in solemn pace led him and the three-years-old at his hand to the master bedroom. They recognize him and Teddy as the frequent and only guests their master still had beside noisy aurors trying to incriminate them and who were all too often chased out by them for agitating and upsetting the Malfoy. A fact Harry found most amusing.

He did the same, agitating and upsetting the Malfoy, getting into arguments with him, but unlike the aurors he was liked by the house elves. After all he meant well at least.

Yet now Harry felt his steps getting heavier and heavier the closer he got. A foreboding feeling spread through him. With clammy hands he pressed down the doorknob and the heavy wood swung open without a noise.

He nearly gave a sight of relief when he saw his school rival laying in his bed without any wounds and definitely still breathing. Relief that immediately was destroyed when he learned that said person couldn't be awoken. Practically on auto-pilot he he laid his free hand the other's moving chest and apparated them both together with Teddy to .

After the healers received the comatose Malfoy into their care he immediately fled in the long strides to Hermione's room cradling his crying godson to his chest. His dear Hermione even unresponsive she would calm him, her presence nudge him to think of a solution for whatever problem he had.

In his long strides he did not notice the healers he passed trying to stop him. He only felt another part of his heart dying when he arrived in a room with a healer declaring the time of her death.

With a sad smile he said her goodbye. Her eyes at clear in their last moment.

It was a peaceful passing and she would now be reunited with Ron.

He aparrated back to Grimmauld Place, not even daring to go to the Weasley's for comfort. He could already imagine Ginny's accusation, that this was his fault, he had bugged Malfoy too much and neglected his best friend. He doesn't think he could survive a tongue lashing in his state, laced with his worst worries that he could not object, too. No matter how sorry she would be afterwards.

When he entered his bedroom accompanied by a silent and solemn Kreacher bringing hot chocolate, Teddy started to cry, to sob and to wail without any particular reason he fully understood. Maybe he felt it in the atmosphere, but he was shedding tears enough for both of them, because Harry was lacking tears of his own since the end of the war.

He fell asleep after calming his godson.

When he woke up again he could feel voices calling out to him, calling his name. Groggily he pulled himself out of the bed and grabbed his wand.

Carefully gathering his still sleeping godson into his arms he crept along the hallways devoid of life until he arrived at what must have been an old study. He had never entered this room so far.

With unsteady hand he pushed open the door and was confronted with - himself.

The first thing directly opposite of the door leaning against the wall was a mirror with a similar frame to the Mirror of Erised.

But unlike that mirror the caption said 'Fate's Fool' in clean scripted modern english.

With a frown he cautiously stepped closer to take a better look at it.

From close up he could see something moving in the mirror like a piece of fabric flowing with the stream fluttering around. A piece of fabric that looked too much like a piece of the Veil that took Sirius from him to be coincidence.

It was until his eyes wandered further down that he saw another inscription.

"Tollite me et mittite me", he whispered confused. "Take me (up) and throw me (away)"

And before he could react the cloth in the mirror wrapped itself around the reflection of him and Teddy trapping their movement outside the frame, too.

Then the glass surface itself quickly distorted and reached out of the frame like water.

It grabbed them swallowed them up and he knew no more.

At another place and time that was much too close and yet so far away…

In a rather cold summer night a pair of feet came to abrupt halt at the doorsteps of a house they were just leaving. The owner of said feet could not bear this wonder as his breath left him for a few seconds. With shaking unbelieving hands he reached out toward the limp body laying on the ground checking for any sign of life. Relief flooded his body as he felt breath and pulse.

Looking left and right in the empty street, a soundless name leaving pale lips and without another thought he lifted the motionless figure up, taking wondrously note of the smaller bundle in their arms before whisking away with a loud echoing crack.

… oOo …

Chapter 1

Harry awoke to the quiet cries of his godson and the panicky shushing of a impossibly familiar voice. Immediately his eyes snapped open locking on the improbable picture in front of him as he reached for his wand.

"Sirius?" The disbelieve in his voice was clearly palpable.

Said man's head snapped around to him smiling slightly. Even Teddy stilled to look at him.

"Hello, Harry", his suppose-to-be-he-saw-it-himself-should-be-dead godfather greeted him.

"B-But you're dead", finally got out after a few seconds.

A dead man next to his godson.

He immediately reacted to the thought with a well-aimed "Flipendo" throwing the Sirius-look-a-like against the wall as he moved forward to take Teddy into his arms.

Warily he watched the man pull himself up again with a groan. Keeping his wand trained onto the other male he took a few steps back.

"Who are you?", he asked agitated.

The man held his hands up in a gesture of surrender.

"I'm seriously Sirius", the man joked. Something told him only his godfather would make jokes like that at wand point. Although he didn't believe he had witnessed his godfather as carefree as right now before. Still.

"Prove it to me"

The probably impostor thought awhile before immediately answering trying to proof his claim, "You used a time turner to save me and Buckbeak. My animagus looks like a Grim. I fell through the veil in the Department of Mystery. I gave you a two-way mirror. I-"

"Sirius!"

Putting Teddy down he threw himself at his godfather, who quickly spread his arms to catch him in a hug. When they let go again both of them were smiling.

But then his godfather's expression quickly changed to a more sombre one.

"Harry", Sirius started, "why or how did you come through the veil"

"The veil?", it confused him, "I never came through the veil"

"But that's how I came to be here, this isn't our world", Sirius explained.

Harry nodded as it slowly dawned to him. Not yet comprehending the implication of another world, but…

"There was a piece of the veil in the mirror…"

"Harry! What mirror?", his godfather asked seriously.

And maybe it was dangerous? Considering he had fully combed through all artifacts in the Black House yet and not checked it out yet.

"The Fate's Fool mirror in the old study", he answered.

"The Fate's Fool mirror?", Sirius muttered disbelieving, "That one for whatever purpose it was designed, I remember my father ranting about it not working for presumably five generations"

Harry wanted to ask his godfather more about the mirror, but another familiar voice interrupted him.

"I'm back, Padfoot", Remus called out as he entered the small house followed by four chattering children.

He wondered were said man was as Sirius normally waited for them or more likely the snacks downstairs.

"Upstairs, Moony", came it from above.

That there was a second voice surprised him more.

Sirius never interacted with anyone beside the kids and order member and the second group of people were also never invited to this place before. Curious he focused his werewolf hearing on the room above as he unpacked with the help of the children. Eavesdropping wasn't polite, but his marauder senses never had left him despite what others may think.

"Is that Remus?", the strangely familiar voice asked.

"Yeah", was the answer, "we're kind of together in this world"

In this world? …Oh!

It quickly dawned to Remus that the other person must came from the same world as Sirius.

He could still remember what happened five years ago.

He had also just came home from the weekly grocery shopping trip to the nearby village that day.

Five years ago…

Remus just came home, his arms laden with full grocery bags. He always bought enough for a week, probably longer if food would stay fresh for that long.

And since a few month he also bought food for three to four people.

Even though he lived in a rather rundown little two-story house just outside the village next to the woods and didn't make much money with the few odd jobs he had, he seemed to have taken in three children.

The oldest of them Hayden Vipertooth came from a pureblood family and seemed to be rebelling a bit and run from home. Remus had been able to talk him into going home again. The reason he had escaped from home was, because they told him to abandon the other kid he had come with.

The boy had taken a shine to Gabriel Engels, who had the same furry-little-problem as Remus. Which may explain why they hid in his house. Gabriel Engels was a eight-years-old child from Germany, who had been attacked by Greyback when he arrived in the country.

Crow Moor, a seven-years-old orphan, whose grandparent had been war heroes from Grindelwald's time, was later picked up by Hayden, too. His grandparents had just died and couldn't take care of him, but it seemed like Remus's parents had known them. He had been contacted about the child and decided to temporary provide lodging, which turned into not so temporary.

So, he expected to come home to two or three unruly children.

What he didn't expect was them playing around with a dirty big black dog. Shocked he let go of the bags that then fell to the ground with a dull thud.

"Padfoot?", he asked disbelieving before his tone quickly changed.

"Get away from the children!", he snarled as he whipped out his wand glaring at the intruder.

Said canine was flattening its ears guiltily as it laid itself on to the ground moving backwards from the confused young ones as Remus stepped forward with narrowed eyes. He took a deep breath. Having a distance between an Azkaban convict and the children surely calmed his nerves.

The only question would be what said convict was doing here?

Throwing a short glance at the three children he immediately send them to their rooms before addressing the grim-like dog again

"You shouldn't be here", he remarked, lowering his wand just a bit as he saw the other's eyes following every movement warily.

It seemed to have reassured the other enough to sit up again and transform back to the familiar features of a man, who once had been one of his best friends and maybe more.

"I suppose", the other gritted out agitated and sarcasm dripping from his words, "I should be in Azkaban"

Remus readied himself to retaliate as he nodded stiffly.

"I was framed", Padfoot spoke as he stood up and begun to pace around like a caged tiger.

It even made the wolf in him tense although it still recognized the moving man in front of him as a pack mate. Growling when he heard the words.

"By whom?", Remus inquired skeptically.

Sirius looked at him, his self and the wolf lurking behind, directly into the eyes.

The intensity showed a tiny spark of madness, but it also gave price to trust and the pleading him to believe the next words he practically spat out as if he had licked poison.

"Peter Pettigrew!"

…oOo…

Truly it had taken some convincing that another one of his best friends was the true culprit and nearly blind trust urged on by his animal instinct to protect pack no matter what opinions were warring in his mind, but it had all turned out well in the end.

He had begun working up Sirius's case. Convicted without proof and trial by the estimation of clueless muggle eyewitnesses and non-witness aurors arriving at the scene.

Just taken him directly to Azkaban on the minister's order.

He had felt so sick when he had then discovered evidence of Peter's death eater dealings.

That traitor had nearly gotten two of his friends killed.

Had gotten one thrown into Azkaban, which actually may have been worse.

The wolf in him had been so angry, snarling and fighting its restraints to hunt the rat down.

Only the presence of the children had calmed him down enough.

He took the whole issue to court with the backing of Dumbledore. And although the minister and several high-standing members had tried to do otherwise they had won their case.

Sirius was free and they're gotten drunk in celebration.

It was one of the most awkward situations afterwards waking up naked in bed with each other, but they had decided to try a relationship. They had only found out later that they hadn't actually slept with each other when the memories were slowly returning.

Memories that also contained all the strange things Sirius had commented and whined and laughed about. It took Remus a while to put a theory together before he confronted his friend.

And it took another while and lots of arguments before he learned the truth that the Sirius from this world was probably dead and left his body behind for this one to occupy, which was why the news of his escape was delayed. At least their worlds were pretty similar to the point of that fated night.

Then after relentless annoying urging and whining from Sirius he adopted both Gabriel and Crow and later on Orion, who was Gabriel's age and also a werewolf and one year younger Aurora, they're newest addition, who was obviously despite protest Sirius's favorite.

And now there's another world traveler.

Remus vaguely wondered, who it was, as he made his way upstairs.

He was pulled out of his musing when he saw his children laughing and running from the room chased by a teen, who gave him a passing smile.

Oh, he thought unsure. The teen in front of him looked nearly exactly like James and Lily's eldest son, Harry. With differences.

He was scrawnier, had distinctly intense aged eyes, a scar on his forehead resembling a lightning bolt and scruffier hair that was by few inches longer. He didn't look like the thirteen-years-old, he should be, but then also Sirius merged with this world Sirius prior to his death by years.

Then what happened to the Harry of this world?

As it turned out this worlds Harry was fine, although when he and Sirius had fire-called James when the kids were all in bed, the two additions included, they surely had to have an excuse for it, because the boy didn't want anyone to know he wasn't from this world. He also didn't want to take away this world's Harry's place, if he hadn't already.

As it turned out, Sirius lying was brilliant as ever, although he still didn't condone lying.

"Well, prongs, we have a new kid in the house and let me tell you!", Sirius exclaimed with well-played excitement, "He looks so scarily similar to your son, that I nearly thought Harry was playing a trick on us and wanted to check"

His eyes shone with mirth thinking about the truth. He could even hear Moony coughing behind having choked on his tea at the statement.

James on the other hand just laughed.

"Another one? Looking like Harry? Maybe his long lost twin", more coughing from Remus, "Well, one more and you two have more children than me and Lily"

At that statement Sirius grinned at his best friend.

"Did I tell you, he came with his own godson?"

This time it was James, who was spluttering.

"Merlin, you have a full house", the man commented, "A good thing you decided to clean up Grimmauld Place and move in there then. That comfy shack of Remus is too tiny"

Sirius nodded in agreement.

…oOo…

Harry had spent the last evening indulging in the activities Remus and Sirius's children were contenting in. He had played with both Crow and Gabriel, helped Gabriel and Aurora with their summer homework and played chess against Aurora and Orion. He won all games even though both of them were great players, but he would never have lived it down losing against them. Not if he already lost so often against Draco, Hermione and most especially Ron. He never won a game against Ron, who was bloody brilliant when it came to strategic thinking.

It was also nice to all settle down together in the living room, where they all would sleep.

He had sat with a sleepy Teddy on his lap, who demanded a story.

And he proceeded to tell the story of the three brothers using a simple charm he once came across in a book to project shadows onto the opposite wall illustrating the plot. And although they all already knew the story it had lured all four others to him as well.

Shy, but cheerful Crow.

Nice, but proud Aurora.

Quiet, but amiable Gabriel.

And even the wary and aloof Orion.

Harry paused in his thoughts, they reminded him of the four founders except he knew that two of them were Gryffindors, but he also knew that the Sorting Hat does take your own choices into account.

Now…

Humming Harry put breakfast on the table already hearing grumbling people waking up.

He had without a reason woken up quite early, checked up on Teddy, gone for a walk to get to know the surroundings, found a snake or two, taken them with him and had decided to prepare breakfast after going through all cabinets in the kitchen to get a feel.

The first one to arrive at the table was Remus with Teddy in his arms, his wolf surely woke him up to the smell of bacon and eggs. It looked so natural and Harry had to force the regret down that Teddy won't know his parents, but at least he could get to know a version of them.

It was interesting to see how Remus hadn't even notice the snakes sleeping tangled together on the kitchen table at first.

Well, at least not until he sat down and then jumped up and back knocking his chair over.

"There are snakes on the table", Moony stated not quite believing, wondering if he was still sleeping.

Harry nodded sagely.

"Why do we have a Runespoor on the table?", Sirius's voice came floating from the doorway.

One of the three heads had just woken up and was now regarding him curiously.

"And a garden snake", remarked an also incoming Orion as another head and then the last one woke up. He was followed in by the other three children.

"Where does a Runespoor", Gabriel wondered aloud, "even come from in this place?"

Unlike Aurora, who regarded the animals on the table with disdain.

"Can anyone just take this stupid things from the table before my appetite is gone"

Crow just hid behind her, not sure, if he should be curious, excited or afraid.

Ignoring his siblings Orion just took a seat keeping an eye on the animals on the table.

"Can you make pancakes?", he asked.

Harry nodded and begun to mix the batter as the other just watch the two incredulously.

"Where's your house pride?", Aurora poked Orion as if he was a curious foreign thing, "How can you stand something so Slytherin while eating?"

She thoughtlessly jabbed her finger in the direction of the snakes quickly retracting her hand when one of them snapped at her. The movement also waking up a dazzled garden snake.

Harry's amusement vanished.

He extended his arm toward the snakes prompting them to climb up until they did so.

He did not yet want to divulge that he was a parselmouth, if that is the reaction he would get.

He didn't know when but at one point after the war the ability to communicate with serpents returned to him, even though he checked at Voldemort's soul piece didn't, which he was immensely grateful for. He doesn't think he would come back from Death a second time around.

The garden snake wound around his throat like a necklace and Runespoor contently entangled over his left arm he turned back to the stove.

He soon found himself fascinated that the Runespoor seemed to know how to help by actually mixing the measured ingredients as he was minding the food in the pan.

But turning his back on the occupants of the room didn't mean that he didn't continue to listen to them. He could hear that Aurora wouldn't touch the pancakes.

And Sirius and Remus…

"You didn't tell me, he was so slytherin", Remus remarked with no ill-will.

He just wanted to know, which house the boy had been in.

The Harry of this world was a Gryffindor and a prankster like his father had been.

"He isn't", Sirius replied, "He's very much gryffindorish"

So, a Gryffindor, too? Now Remus was more likely curious about the snakes.

Snakes that Harry explained had been fighting in the garden before Harry had picked them up.

Aurora had scoffed when he had told them that he named them, but she also thought that Harry should just let nature take it course.

She was a nice girl, but young and set in her limited world views.

She reminded him bit of Sirius, who definitely didn't discouraged such behavior while Remus did.

Harry thinks they balance each other out just fine.

Gabriel was as example more like Remus, calm and bookish.

"The garden snake is Floare", rather young and spunky, he continued in his head. That snake was so gryffindorish it was amusing. She gotten into a fight with the Runespoor out of curiosity and then didn't back down. She probably unlikely to notice that if Harry hadn't intervened that it would have been a rather short life she lived.

"The Runespoor is Flare, but I named the individual heads, too. Reen is the dreamer, Storm the planner and Rune is the critic. Strangely it's always Reen and Storm hissing at each other. Or more likely Storm hissing at Reen, who was just being happily amicable. I wonder how they survived with three heads intact."

True to it, Reen is bugging Storm and Rune, who unlike the other heads claimed to be female, is snapping at the other heads to not cause her a headache. Both Reen and Storm ceased their interactions sulkily as they don't particularly want to be poisoned. They already heard of the demise of others of their kind and the self-mutilation for mind's sake.

Breakfast went uneventful.

Their were talking about the move into Grimmauld Place and Harry couldn't help but be excited.

He had lived there after the war. Not to forget that Kreacher had been a great help minding Teddy.

And his thoughts halted.

He had so far not even inquired about the outside rand of things being rather content having Sirius back and Remus kind of and getting to know the children.

He would have to get answers to his question later.

They went to Diagon Alley for school supplies today. They planned so before he crashed into their life and Harry wasn't going to stop them. He could get some history books and other helpful things.

Harry had also decided to go to Hogwarts again when the term started.

He was already preparing himself a new name and new history in his head.

If only he could now learn Occlumency successfully. He would have to ask Sirius for help.

…oOo…

"How can I help you, Mr. -"

The goblin was regarding him from with a skeptical eye.

He looked like a scrawny thirteen-years-old. And he came without a guardian. In clothes that had seen better days. Perfectly understandable.

"Peverell", he answered in a professional sophisticated manner that in no way matched his appearance. It was fun.

The goblin raised an eyebrow before narrowing his eyes at him looking even more skeptical than before. Then Harry gradually was gleefully grinned at in a quite malicious way.

"Do follow me", the goblin said in a clipped manner as he was lead toward the wagons that should bring them into the lower levels. And he gulped as he wondered why the goblin hadn't even asked him to verify his claim.

He was rather surprised when he saw a laughing Bill Weasley getting out of one of the wagons and said man was immediately pulled back in by Harry's guide.

"You're needed to verify that our security measurements aren's faulty and it was his own fault that this youngster died", the goblin spoke as Harry was also pulled into the wagon that was already slowly staring to move.

Bill gaped and Harry smiled weakly.

He isn't sure if it's because of the looming sense of doom thanks to the goblin or if it's because he was now sitting right next to Bill Weasley.

Dead in the other world.

The ride was long enough that both of them had time to calm down, introduce each other, befriend each other(once again) and even pull the goblin into their talk.

Nervously Harry took the ceremonial knife and pressed it to the palm of his hand. Taking a deep breath and closing his eyes he moved it. The magic from the blade immediately closing the wound as blood coated it.

Looking at the ruby shimmering liquid on the metal he glanced at his goblin guide and Bill Weasley standing quite a way from him before pushing knife into the runic ensemble on the stone in front of him and pulling out again when the blood begun to move along the indented lines and the stone shook as it moved.

He was not gleeful about the two slackjawed gobsmacked bank workers. Not at all.

…oOo…

Leaving Gringott's he walked whistling toward Madame Malkin's. He was in need for new robes.

Entering the store, he felt a the crazy sense of a deja-vu as he saw a familiar blond getting fitted.

The situation reminded him far to much of his first visit to Diagon Allley before his first year.

And the following conversation.

"Hullo", Malfoy greeted him, "Hogwarts, too?"

Deciding to be amicable Harry nodded. "Yeah, starting this year"

Malfoy scrutinized him becoming confused.

"But you're not a first year", he remarked.

Harry nodded again. "Yeah, but I'll start as a third year"

Malfoy's lips formed something between a smirk and a smile.

"Same year as me then", he said offering Harry his hand.

With a uncertain smile Harry took it. It wouldn't do to already alienate Malfoy when he didn't even knew the situation in this world yet.

"I'm Jamie. Nice to meet you"

"Draco. Draco Malfoy"

Spending the rest of his shopping trip with Malfoy was actually quite interesting.

They also actually got along well enough despite Harry's initiate reservation. They talked about Quidditch and a bit about Hogwarts, about some books.

Before they parted they even took a look into the Magical Menagerie.

Harry still couldn't believe that he had acquired two more snakes, which for some reason immensely pleased Draco, who was rather surprised in a good way, when he found out that Harry had a Runespoor slung around his midriff and his strange necklace was actually a living snake.

And now he had Pearl, an ordinary iridescent albino corn snake wound around his right arm and Onyx, a black magical snake of unknown breed wound around his left arm. Oddly they both had been from the same nest. Harry wondered, if he should buy a basket or bag or something for them - all these snakes.

He did. With heating charm included.

…oOo…

"Harry, where did you go to? We were looking for you. It's time to go home"

Home. He liked that sound.

"I went to Gringott's, Padfoot"

"You do know you can't use the Potter's vault, do you?"

Harry stared at his godfather.

"So which one did you use?"

"The Peverell one"

Sirius spluttered and nearly tripped into other shoppers to the entertainment of his godson.

"How-?"

"I've met Malfoy"

"Who Lucius?"

"No, Draco"

"Cissa's kid?"

"Yep, we're sort-of friends now, I think…"

"Harry?"

"Hn?"

"Are that two more snakes I see on you?"

"Probably…?"

"Probably?"

"Yes, alright! We we're in the Magical Menagerie and they were calling and sort of whining around and most definitely not liked being there since it was under they self-decided standards"

"Calling? Whining? Is there something you want to tell me?"

"Eh…I'm a parselmouth?"

"Was that an answer, because it pretty much sounded like a question"

"Geez!"

"Why did you never tell me?"

"Never thought about it"

"You'll tell me the story later"

"Yeah…"

…oOo…