A/n: Hello, my lovely Dragons! Sorry this took so long. Life slapped me in the face. I'm fairly sure that this is the last chapter in Act I. After this is gonna be the start of cannon. I haven't read the manga, so I have to do a lot of research to figure out what I can change and what that will cause. But I hope you enjoy this, even if it took a bit.

Thanks to everyone who reviewed! It helps!

Disclaimer: I don't own. *Flies into the sunset

He was angry. Very, very angry. He had felt the pain coming down the Guardian bond to Skull, Fon, and Reborn. Something had held them to consciousness, or would have held them if he hadn't offered sanctuary for the pain. He was just barely aware of his magic surrounding him like shadows edged with silver. He shifted into his crow form, and wrapped Hermione, the twins, and Luna in his wings, moving to where the other half of his Guardian Set is. When he opened his eyes, they were on a plateau on top of a mountain.

There were runes all over the ground, and scattered across it were his Guardians (he didn't care about anyone else right now). He screeched in anger, shadows spreading out. With his magic as out of control as it was, his form had probably changed some. He wasn't sure how yet, but it had. "What did you do?" His voice was distorted, making his presence that much more terrifying.

"I did what I had to to keep balance. There was no other way." Said Luce, the only one not laying on the floor. All seven of the people that were there had been turned into toddlers with pacifiers around their necks. Why...? Why was this necessary? His Sun... his Storm... his Cloud... Why did this happen?

Anger slowly fled, and left only sadness in its wake. He shifted to a smaller size and awkwardly bird hopped over to Renato. His sweet, sweet Renato. He hadn't ever been quite this small, had he?

His magic settled down, and Harry nudged his way into Renato's arms. He very carefully used his knowledge of Legilimency to connect with Hermione, "Hermione, you remember how to apparate, right? I need you to go and find us a place to rest. I will take us to Black Manor once everyone is awake to be keyed into the wards."

"Don't worry, Harry. Everything will be alright, you'll see."

His need to find somewhere (anywhere) else abated, he tried to wake Renato up. "Renato, Renato... It's time to wake up." He hadn't had to do this in what felt like forever. While he missed when Renato was small... he had never wanted this. Not this.

He was shaken from his thoughts by small arms clamping around him. "What do you want, bird?" The sound of the high-pitched voice startled Renato out of his sleepy haze. He sat up, taking Harry with him, and gazed around him. "Why am I so much smaller?"

"You were Cursed. You are now one of the Arcobaleno, Keepers of Balance." Said Luce. Harry glared at her, causing her shadow to shift beneath her. He reined in his magic before he caused more damage. Now was the time to calmly figure things out. He could rage and hate all he wanted later. Even though he managed to calm his brain, his magic was still restless. He reached out and grabbed Viper, the blond guy he didn't recognize, Lal Mirch, and Verde and pushed them through the shadows to a hotel in England. Viper could deal with the technicalities, he'd done his part.

"Harry, I have a hotel room. It's really far out of the way, so no-one will find us. Apparate to me whenever."

His Rain was so efficient. He stepped out of the circle of Renato's arms, changed sizes once more, and wrapped magic and feathers around his Guardians. He pulled on the bond to Hermione, ignoring the shouts of surprise, and found himself in a large room. It had two beds, a bathroom, and a door leading to another bedroom. Harry pulled his three mini-Guardians and himself over to one bed and collapsed on it.

"Harry! What's going on? Harry? Hey! Answer me!"

He made himself small once more, and curled up on top of Renato, Skull and Fon on either side. Transporting himself and several others over that long a distance had used more magic than he had thought. He needed to sleep. He lifted his head and glared at Renato, who was still asking questions. "Be quiet. We will talk tomorrow." That shut everyone up, and Harry made use of the blessed silence to fall asleep on his favorite pillow.

Reborn glared at the pile of feathers on his chest. Harry had made himself just heavy enough that he couldn't move, but not heavy enough to crush him. Normally, the crushing would not be an issue, but... he was a bit smaller now. He wasn't sure if he wanted to know how that happened or not. On either side of him, Skull and Fon groaned as they shifted in their sleep. Their bodies were probably aching just like his.

What a lovely situation. No, really. He was probably just as enthused about this as the rest of them. He shook himself out of his thoughts and turned his attention to the bond thrumming between him and the strangers. He really wasn't all that surprised, it was a very Harry thing to do after all. Go out to visit his parent's grave, acquire some Guardians (like puppies!), kidnap the rest of his Set off a mountain. All in a day's work for Harry.

With his lack of surprise, Reborn turned to the only female of the group. "I assume you are one of Harry's Guardians? I would like names, please." God he hated the sound of his voice. Though... it would be easier to mess with people like this...

"I am Hermione Granger, Harry's Rain Guardian. Behind me are the twins, Fred and George, Harry's Lightning Guardians. Luna, Harry's Mist Guardian, is in the other room. You can meet her once you have recovered."

Ah. They were Harry's friends from the wizarding world. They must have formed a bond when they were children. Though, he wondered why they hadn't realized it before. He said as much, and immediately their faces darkened. Hermione steeled herself and launched into the unpleasant story. The more he heard, the more he wanted to go kill someone. Mostly the Minister. And the Unspeakables. Definitely the Unspeakables.

They had blocked the bond. He couldn't imagine how much something like that had affected their minds. As soon as his body and Flames were recovered enough, he was going to have to do some serious healing. It didn't matter how much they thought their healing spells had done, even from there he could tell that they were still broken. He might actually need Skull's help. He would be drained, but it would be worth it. Fon could watch them for a little while.

But that would have to wait. He was in no condition to do something of that magnitude. His whole body was aching, and he could feel the fog of sleep settling over his mind. He would sort out the new-old Guardians later, for now they needed reassurance. "You did good following Harry. When we are in a better situation, we will start teaching you how to utilize your Flames. For now, split up the watches, and make sure each of you is taken care of. Being exhausted helps no-one."

Hermione relaxed immediately. She nodded in understanding and began discussing with the twins on who should take first watch. He finally gave into the fog, his arms surrounding the warm bundle on his chest.

Line-Break

Harry was unused to his human form. Except for the brief few times he had shifted in over the years, he had primarily kept to a variation of his crow form. Which meant that it was strange being back to his original form. Strange, but good. He could feel his magic and Flames settling about him like a shroud. He had enjoyed the gasps of shock from the newest half of his Set. He looked quite a bit different to how he used to, having discarded traditional clothing and the like.

He wore a pair of loose black slacks, a white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up, a leather vest that emphasized his lithe muscles, and a pair of leather boots. His hair had grown out quite a bit, becoming a spiky mess resembling feathers that he pulled into a high ponytail. White-gold hoops ran along the edge of his elfin ears, three on each side, with gems hanging from them corresponding with the colors of Flames. His skin was tan, with a swirling pattern of shadows underneath if you looked close enough. His scars had faded over time, becoming barely noticeable. His eyes remained a bright emerald green that danced with mischief.

All in all, he looked like a rogue. A very handsome, devilish rogue. It was quite unlike what they would have expected, as the last time they saw him he was too thin and pale, robes hanging off his body like a bag. It appeared that all the time spent in the sun as a crow had transferred to his human form. He was glad that his human form had improved along with his crow form. He hadn't really payed attention to what he looked like when he was explaining things.

Shaking himself free from his thoughts, he returned to carefully shuffling his babyfied Guardians through the fireplace and into Black Manor. The House Elves on the other side had been asked to have a large meal ready, as he was sure that their appetites would stay the same. Once everyone was fed, he would give a tour, and then they would focus on healing and research. Although, for now he would leave the research to those who wanted to do it. He had a pet project to work on.

He had decided that while they were getting used to their baby forms, they would need companions to keep them out of trouble. This included Viper, the blond guy, and Verde. Lal Mirch was unlikely to want one, so he would ask her once he had examples. Each of them was going to have one that fit them. For Reborn, he was thinking of asking one of the magical shape-shifting chameleons if they would like an adventure. Smart things, those chameleons.

For the rest, he was still undecided. For now, though, he needed to focus on getting everyone settled and healed. He stepped through the Floo, grinning as he felt the ambient magic of Black Manor wash over him. Sometimes, he was glad for the slightest bit of elf magic he had inherited, even though it had been what had made him a candidate to be Master of Death. He had only realized that he could feel and interact with Wild magic recently, when Death had decided that he needed to face his heritage.

Thanks for being so helpful, Death. We will be best friends forever. Not. Cue the sarcasm. He walked down the hall to the source of the screaming and shouting as he amused himself with his thoughts. When he arrived at the dining hall, it was to the sight of his Guardians gorging themselves on their food in a very polite manner. It looked like the source of the screaming was Luna finally deciding to introduce herself. This wouldn't have been a problem if she hadn't materialized on top of the table. But she did. It was Luna, after all.

"Ah, Harry. I see you managed to escape the nargles and wrackspurts. I'm glad. They were far too numerous last time I saw you." Said Luna. She had a tendency to cut straight to the heart of things, even if she saw it in a slightly different way. From what he understood, she meant that he was calmer than before. That was good. He jumped onto the table and hugged her.

"It's good to see you. Thank you for setting up the Manor. I fear this place would have been a mess without you." He said. She had probably seen something and realized that the Manor needed to be ready for people. She hopped down off the table, dragging him with her, and motioned to the portraits on the wall.

"When you do your research, you should ask them for help. They have seen many things that we would consider strange. They were quite helpful when I was cleaning. Also, a chameleon is waiting for you in your room. He said he wants to help."

"Thank you. I'll be sure to do that. Why don't you go relax? You've done quite a bit." He had learned not to ask how Luna knows things. The answers were always strange.

"That sounds wonderful. I'll be back later." She said as she walked down the hall.

He ate a quick meal, told them to find him for a tour later, then went to his room. Sure enough, a chameleon was sitting on his bed. It was large, but that was probably due to personal preference. It's body was green, and it's eyes were a happy yellow. A grin stretched its mouth, and it spoke Parseltongue with a strange accent. "Word on the vine is you're looking for a chameleon who wants adventure. According to the snakes, you're an honorable man. I'm more than happy to make a deal if you give me the details."

Ah, one of the rare non-argumentative ones. How refreshing. "I appreciate your consideration. Several of my Guardians were recently Cursed into the form of toddlers. My proposition is that you be a sort of familiar to one. He takes dangerous jobs, and I have several things I need to do. Would you be willing to watch him for me?"

The reptile thought for a moment, "Yes, it sounds interesting. My name is Leon. I will give this arrangement a try, although I reserve the right to leave if it does not work out. If you are looking for others who would be willing to do something similar, there is an octopus by the name of Oodako who longs for a partner. Perhaps he is what you are looking for."

"Than- Ah, I appreciate this. Would you like me to introduce you now? The one who will be your partner is still recovering, and may be quite grumpy." This was better than Harry had hoped for. Leon would help Reborn, and he had an idea on who to be someone else's partner. Although, he would have to teach them that you never say thank you to a being when you don't know how old they are. Some would consider it to be you placing yourself in their debt, which is never a good thing.

"Let him rest more. I will be back tomorrow to meet him." Leon hissed as he crawled out the window. Harry's mind was a bit more at ease, knowing that one had already agreed. That finished, he turned back to the books he had brought with him and read about various de-aging curses until they called him for a tour.

So far, it had been getting better. No-one had died yet, which he considered good. Now they would have to see about keeping it that way.

A/n: Here is the next extra. This one is Harry playing with Viper.

Viper was annoyed, and ever so slightly creeped out. Every time they turned around, the crow was right behind them. Every time. Sometimes it would be peeking around a corner, sometimes it would be hanging from the ceiling, sometimes it would be right next to her. It only moved when she wasn't looking, and it always looked dead. Like a stuffed animal or something.

They thought it was a stuffed animal, but stuffed animals don't follow you. They don't look at you with intelligent eyes that stare into your soul, they don't sing with the radio, they don't hang from the curtains. It was really starting to get to them, to the point where they were thinking about paying the damn thing to leave them alone.

They kept waiting for something to happen, like with Verde. But nothing ever did. It was making them paranoid, always checking around corners and behind doors, locking the windows and keeping a dagger under their bed. Eventually, they got used to it and just started ignoring it. And then the crow upped its game. It started sneaking into their room overnight, shouting "Constant Vigilance!" and then disappearing.

This went on for a while, and then it just stopped. Nothing happened. No crow around the corner, no crow popping up behind them, no shouts at night. Nothing. It disconcerted them more than they wanted to admit. They got even more paranoid, the lack of things happening making it worse. It all culminated when the crow walked in front of them as they were eating breakfast and said, "You pranked yourself you know. I just started it."

They would never admit to trying to kill the bird. It was undignified.