When Harry woke up, it was to an owl pecking at the window. "Wha…?" The sound escaped his lips before his brain caught up. Speaking of, that brain hurt. A lot. What he hit?

A grumble brought Harry to reality. The large form on the other side of the room rolled over. "Give 'im some knuts." Hagrid said. Hagrid? Nevertheless, Harry did so. Looking around, he found that he was in the same place he was on his eleventh birthday. So it was either a dream – not likely, Harry had good at telling dreams from reality – or he'd gone to the past – equally as likely. And yet, Harry somehow knew what the answer was.

Which is why he wasn't surprised to be going to Diagon Alley. When he got his money from Gringotts, Harry remembered to ask for his key from Hagrid. Immediately afterward, Hagrid sent him along to Madam Malkin's – where he met Draco the first time. Harry mentally prepared himself for eleven-year-old snobbish Malfoy. He did consider the idea that Draco had also come along, but he didn't want to disappoint himself. However, when Draco began speaking without being snobbish but not confirming anything, Harry didn't know what to think. But then Draco offered his hand. Humoring him, Harry accepted, and a rush of knowledge filled his already hurting brain. But he quickly put on a mask, covering his true feelings – which were mainly dizziness and confusion. Harry was just glad for the time alone to think things over after Draco said that he'd be contacted.

The rest of the trip to Diagon alley passed much the same way it did the first time and Harry was left thinking maybe he was going insane. But finally, at Ollivander's, something happened to prove him wrong. Sorting out which wand was his took longer than it did the first time. Harry wondered why his old phoenix tail feather wand wasn't working, but eventually figured that it was because he had changed and no longer matched the wand. But then he was handed "Blackthorn, Phoenix Feather, 13", swishy" and it felt right again. Better, even, than the phoenix feather wand. He quietly wondered if the reason that one chose him last time was because of the horcrux – which he just realized was still there. Wonderful. But an hour later, Harry was back in his small bedroom at the Dursley's and he was thinking. Thinking about little things – Harry didn't feel like pondering how he got there – too big of a headache on top of his migraine. And it was right that moment when he was sucked out of his body. He recognized the place, luckily, from the memories Draco gave him. And he was right – there were Neville Luna and Draco – all sitting in a light purple room with colourful embellishments.

"Long version, or short?" Neville asked immediately. Harry raised an eyebrow – if Neville had arrived on his birthday like Harry did, he probably only had twenty-four hours to prepare. Nevertheless, Harry said "We've got time. Long."

And Draco jumped into the explanation. "Well, that light took us back to our birthdays in 1991. For the three of us, that's eleven, but Luna's only ten. We don't exactly know why we're here, but we're going to do what we need to – if we can figure out what exactly that is. I think –"

Harry cut Draco off. "I know why we're here, Draco." He said with a smirk. Draco leaned back. "Oh – and that is?"

"I," Harry began, "Am ninety-nine percent sure that we're here to stop the Dark Lord. But for now, we need to unite the houses."

Draco shook his head. "Already thought of that. We have two Gryffindors and zero Hufflepuffs. How're we supposed to do that?"

The question stumped Harry, but only a moment later, Neville let out a nervous titter and the three zeroed in on him. "Neville?" Luna asked.

"Umm… well…" Neville began, "I'm supposed to be a Hufflepuff. I asked the Hat to put me in Gryffindor. It's thoughts kind of went in circles, but it was adamant on Hufflepuff. But it was thinking that I was brave enough to go against my very person and that was good enough for Gryffindor, but then I was loyal to the point to go against my very self, but that was very brave, and it was very loyal, and you see what I mean? I eventually chose Gryffindor because I wanted Gran to be proud of me." He rushed out in a single breath. Harry nodded, looking at Draco, who scowled. Luna began laughing, for some reason, and wouldn't calm down enough for anyone to ask her why. After two more minutes, though, she said, "Anything else? Neville – you look excited. After tomorrow, I'm going to teach you guys to identify creatures. Okay. Now Neville."

Neville looked more nervous than he did before the Hufflepuff admission. "So I overheard Gran talking about someone – it sounded like her sister, which I thought was weird because she was supposedly an only child. But the name – it sounded familiar. I'm going to do some research but I may have some relatives that I didn't know about." Neville began jumping towards the last bit. He didn't like his family very much so it was an exciting prospect.

Unfortunately, Harry had a moment of clarity that he feared would bring Neville down. "Umm… Neville, I don't want to be a buzzkill –"

"A what?"

"– Later. So, I don't want to be a buzzkill, but I think, that maybe, well, you know how Draco's family is influential with the Dark, and Neville's with the Light? And how the Lovegood's have got the Quibbler and I'm, just, well, me? I think we're all here because we have power. In the public and in politics. And if we unite the houses, well, that's just more power over the masses. We could theoretically, prepare everyone for war. And that actually very smart, if a little immoral in theory. You say Lady Destiny sent us here? Well, she certainly knows what she's doing.

"Which, if I'm right, would mean you should stay with your Gran until you're old enough to hold the power yourself."

Neville swallowed, looking unhappy. "Ah. Can't say that I'm happy about this, but you're right. And Harry, you should know that there's a bit more to the name Potter than you think. My grandmother wasn't sure if she liked them or not because they were a powerful neutral family – you come from a powerful pureblood family whose hold on the ministry was a tight one until that Halloween." Neville said, seeming to be thinking out loud. "And Luna's family is quite powerful too. They don't say much in favor of anything, so when they do, the advice is listened to. Hmm…"

Harry left Neville to think. Maybe he'd figure out how to make the most of the situation – who knew – maybe he'd find his mysterious great-aunt and convince her to move in and make – shiver – Granny Longbottom, well, tolerable.

Harry went back to talking with Luna and Draco while Neville brooded.

"So what are we thinking?" He asked. A vague plan was forming in his mind about several things that could all tie in to each other. "You're brooding." Draco stated. Harry rolled his eyes. "No. Neville's brooding."

That elicited a laugh, according to Luna and Draco. Maybe it was the tension finally breaking, but Harry smiled along with them anyways. "Wow. It's nice to be able to talk to you without breaking out the wands." Draco's smile softened. "Yeah. It is."

That was the moment Neville jumped in. "That… was adorable." He stated, bringing Harry and Draco into a one armed hug each. Luna laughed again. "Cuddle Puddle!" She shouted between giggled, jumping on the boys. Draco looked at her weirdly, but she said, "What? Don't judge. Daddy does it all the time!" and the conviction in her voice was enough to deter anything unpleasant. Either way, all four of them ended up in a pile on Luna's plush (shaggy) lime green rug.

Harry just smiled, finally feeling like he had a family – now only if he could get Sirius out of Azkaban; Remus would follow.