"Little Moon? I-is that truly you?" Harry breathed out, while he still held Luna in his hands.

"Yes, dearest, it's me." Luna replied, joy apparent in her features as she happily gave him another deep kiss. She could finally reveal herself to Harry. Luna could always be described as a patient woman, but she couldn't wait to talk to Harry in private, so she woke up extremely early to catch him before he left for his exercises.

"How is this possible?"

"Well, the Lovegood family has always been the foremost experts in magical creatures and soul magic. We are descended from the Tang Clan in China, who were the most powerful family from their mastery of Qi Cultivation. Most of the creatures we found have been deemed Dark by the British Magical Government over a century ago, so most creatures fled, while others, like Nargles, stayed because they could make themselves unseen by normal eyes."

She took a breath.

"I knew my time was coming to an end when you stayed much longer than you usually would, so I looked deep into the hidden Lovegood Library to find a ritual that could send my soul back to the past. If done properly, I could return back to right after I was born. At worst, my soul just would've been sent to the afterlife. I have a feeling that Death did me a favor, because I came back to the day before my mother died. She's alive, Harry!"

"That's incredible Luna! What made you want to time travel in such a way?"

"Besides saving mother, I would've also saved Hermione so your heart wouldn't be closed off, and you could finally accept me too. Imagine my surprise a year after I came back when I saw the deplorable treatment you received from your early childhood on the Daily Prophet. That's when I figured out you also came back. Now we both have a second chance."

They spent the next couple hours speaking together until they decided to shower and change into their school robes and wait for the other ladies.

-SC-

It wasn't hard to integrate Luna into the friend group.

While she didn't go on and on about different creatures she could see, she was still a bit quirky at times.

In the previous timeline, Luna unfortunately witnessed the death of her mother.

Pandora Lovegood was a genius in spellcraft. So much so that she made a career in inventing spells. She worked for the International Confederation of Wizards, working together with other witches and wizards to further advancements in magic. She primarily worked from home, while her husband worked on his magazine, the Quibbler.

She was working on a particular spell to make an air pocket so that people can breathe underwater, like the bubblehead charm, but for the entire body. She was distracted by her daughter unexpectedly dropping something, surprising her, making her fire her spell towards a mirror, which then backfired towards her, blasting her the opposite direction, making her wand fly somewhere else.

Poor Luna watched in shock and horror as her mother had a bubble around her head devoid of oxygen. Pandora died slowly by suffocation, and Luna couldn't do anything. Her father was gone for the day, and she was only nine years old, so she couldn't reach for the floo powder to call the Aurors.

Pandora knew that it was the end for her, so she held her sobbing daughter in her arms for one last time before she eventually died.

Seeing her mother die in such a way slightly fractured Luna's mind. She constantly had a faraway look in her eyes, and often spoke about the magical creatures that others can't see, but she could, which made people believe that she was a lunatic and they started bullying her.

In this timeline, she made sure to stay perfectly still so her mother can focus. At the end, her mother created the bullitus charm. When directed towards a large body of water, it makes a large air pocket big enough to hold one person, and relies on said person's magic to make artificial air to breathe in the bubble.

Pandora gained a lot if fame in the ICW because of this spell. Now the ICW can send ambassadors to Atlantis and reopen dialogue between wizards and mermaids.

Luna isn't an outcast now, but she still chooses to remain close to her first true friend, Harry Potter.

-SC-

Once again, Dumbledore sat in his office, with the feeling that his world is falling apart.

It seemed that Snape was forced out of the castle, evident by the letter he received by owl the morning after the welcoming feast.

Out of nowhere, Snape was asleep in his sleeping quarters when he felt his Dark Mark burn terribly before being thrown out to directly outside Hogwarts wards, all of his belongings on the ground around him.

When he tried walk through, he felt as if a solid barrier was blocking him from entering.

Snape had to take up his mantle of Lord Prince and stay in the Prince ancestral home since the castle is refusing his entry.

Dumbledore only kept Snape as a professor both to keep him close, since he was a spy in the war, and also to give Harry a direct antagonist, so that he would come to the kind Headmaster to seek comfort.

Dumbledore tried going to see what was going on with the wards, only to find that he is barred entry.

Dumbledore was shocked and slightly fearful. The only way for the castle to deny the Headmaster access to it's wards is if an heir of one the four houses took over the wards.

Who could it be?

This is a mystery that Dumbledore doesn't have the time to try and solve. The Ministry had no power regarding Hogwarts due to the fact that it was build before the Ministry was established. The Founding Four do have seats in the Wizengamot. They also held a lot of political power. Centuries later, their seats still hold that power.

If he wanted to overrule the rightful heir of the Founders for control of the school, he'd have to speak with the Queen of England herself.

Now while all of this is going on, Dumbledore remembered that Tom Riddle's horcrux was roaming around. Now that he doesn't have any control of Hogwarts, he can't follow it's movements and test Harry.

Everything is crumbling apart...

Again.

-SC-

"Why can't we have a competent professor teach us Defense? What was Dumbledore thinking when he hired Lockhart?" Tracy exclaimed.

The group was joined by Tracy and Blaise by the lake during their free period, and they were all in agreement that their time is utterly wasted in that class.

"I think it's for two reasons." Harry began, gaining everyone's attention. "It's clear to us that Lockhart is a fake. He has most of the females blinded, and some of the boys hero worshipping. One reason is that I believe that Dumbledore wants to show what a fraud Lockhart is. Lockhart graduated from this school, so it's no doubt that the teachers know of his magical ineptitude."

Everyone nodded their heads as he continued.

"Also, I think that Dumbledore didn't have much of a choice. The DADA position was jinxed in the 1950s. Since then no one has been able to hold the position for more than a year. Dumbledore must have had very little to choose from, especially after many professors must have met some gruesome ends." Harry finished his explanation.

"I guess that makes sense." Padma conceded.

"Still, we could be doing a lot better with our time. Maybe if a certain Lord was willing to teach his friends some defense..." Hermione trailed off teasingly.

Harry chuckled lightly at this. "If you're all that willing, then I guess I could teach you lot a bit." He was going to offer anyways, but this also works. "Luckily, I know the perfect place."

-SC-

It was once again Halloween night.

Harry and the ladies were in the library with Madam Pince's permission, while all the other students and staff enjoyed the feast.

While Harry has had centuries to move on from his parents' deaths, every decade or so, their deaths weighed heavily on him. He knew that as a baby, there was literally nothing he could do to save his parents, but he still felt survivor's guilt.

The ladies noticed this and it was Hermione who decided to speak for everyone. "Harry? Talk to us. What are you feeling?"

He looked at her, then at everyone else, then gave a melancholy smile and began to speak.

"As you all know, I remember in vivid detail the night Voldemort came to murder my parents. Every time I look in the mirror, I see my mother looking back at me. Since that night, I've always wondered, why did I survive? Why did my parents have to die? Why was I left all alone?" He was stopped suddenly by Hermione kissing him fiercely. The passion was there, but not the experience.

"You are not alone, Harry! You have all of us here with you. You have people who cherish and love you..."

Before he could respond, he received several more kisses from different lips. While in no means inexperienced, Harry was a bit surprised at so many witches kissing him one after another.

Giggling slightly at his bewildered expression, Parvati answered his unasked question. "Harry, it's obvious that we all have feelings for you, and instead of making things annoyingly awkward where we keep dancing around each other and these feelings, we all had a discussion about pursuing a relationship with you."

"Where and when could you have had this discussion? We're together everyday." Harry asked, still a bit puzzled.

It was Daphne who gave a slight snort before responding. "Why do you think girls go to the restroom in groups?"

Harry just shook his head in amusement.

-SC-

An amazing about the new relationship was that it was almost as if nothing changed.

They were always a close group, now they just added kissing and slight groping to the mix.

Harry was surprised at how grabby the girls were, but remembered reading about how magicals go through puberty much earlier than muggles. Their bodies and minds are already that of 15/16 year olds even though they're 11/12.

Harry didn't want to think about it too much. He won't push, but he will be ready whenever they are.

He wasn't surprised to receive letters from their fathers asking to meet during the Winter Break to discuss marriage contracts.

Their group also became bigger that year. Neville Longbottom, Susan Bones, Michael Corner, Hannah Abbot, and Katie Bell initially started to sit with them more due to the alliance that their parents have with Harry, but the time they spent together have brought them closer together.

He even included the new group in his teaching sessions with the others.

This didn't escape Lockhart's notice as he saw that Harry Potter stopped attending his classes. He thought he could get a lot more fans if he bragged about how Harry Potter learned from him. So he made the choice to call him to his office. That would prove to be his worst mistake.

-SC-

"You wanted to see me, sir?" Harry asked as he entered Lockhart's office.

He found Lockhart sitting at his desk and doing nothing other than signing autographs.

"Ah, Harry! Just the boy I wanted to see." Lockhart said jovially. "Please, take a seat." He gestured to the seat opposite him.

Harry inwardly sighed and sat down. He had a feeling as to where this was going due to the constant glances Lockhart sent him when he attended the class, and the weird way he is currently licking his lips.

"So...how can I help you?" Harry asked.

"Well Harry, you haven't come to any of my lessons this year apart from the first couple." Lockhart said. "At first, I thought that it was because you were just nervous because you were in the presence of a celebrity like myself, but you still haven't attended after so long."

"It's rather simple." Harry said. "I don't want to attend your lessons."

"Why ever not?" Lockhart seemed to actually not be able to understand "I mean why wouldn't you want to be in a lesson with me, especially with all of my accomplishments? I mean, there's nothing wrong with me, is there?"

"Besides the robes that are more flamboyant than Dumbledore's?" Harry quipped.

"Oh, such a joker." Lockhart laughed. "You love me, I can tell."

"Sir, have you ever heard of constructive criticism?" Harry asked.

"Yes." Lockhart nodded.

"Yeah well that's used by people who want to try and be nice, I have no such problems, so I will tell you exactly what I think of your lessons. I think they're a waste of time and utterly useless. You don't teach anything, and you constantly attempt to get students to buy your books. The worst part is the fact that you are absolutely not subtle about it at all!"

"N-now Harry." Lockhart stuttered in shock at the rather blunt words of the young wizard. "Come now, I-I mean, we're both celebrities, both loved by the British nation and many others. We could work together, really boost our fame. Just think of all the money and benefits we could get!"

"No, thank you. Now if you'll excuse me."

"I think not." Lockhart pulled out his wand.

"Oh?" Harry asked with some amusement "Are you really going to attack a Lord of an Ancient and Noble House."

"You won't even remember it." Lockhart said confidently, he shot a spell at the chair that Harry sat in and Harry found his arms and legs strapped to the chair's arms and legs. "Do you like it? It's a special chair I got from my travels in Germany."

"That would be in the story where you supposedly fought off a cave of fire demons?" Harry asked, not the least bit scared.

"You have read my books?" Lockhart blinked.

"I read a few of your books hoping at least one was good. Imagine my disappointment that none of them were." Lockhart growled a little but Harry continued. "Plus they're totally unrealistic. In some sections, you would've had to be in two places at once. Also there's no way someone like you could fight vampires, werewolves and escape torture. No, no, you're too clean. Too happy and bright to be someone who's been fighting monsters and villains. Just look at Mad-Eye Moody, arguably one of the greatest Aurors alive."

"You're very clever Harry." Lockhart said as he stood and walked over to the other side of the desk. "No wonder you were in Ravenclaw, my old house, did you know that?"

"Really..." Harry asked in obvious disbelief.

Lockhart chose to ignore him. "You're right Harry, I didn't do those feats. I'm not the most skilled at magic. But the one thing I can do is memory charms."

"Uh huh..." Harry said in disinterest.

"Ah I see you've worked it out. It wasn't all easy to track these people down, get their stories, then obliviate them."

Harry chuckled. "It'll honestly be hilarious when these other kids find out what a fraud you are."

"Fortunately for me, they won't." Lockhart replied as he raised his wand. "I'm going to obliviate you of this knowledge, although, I don't suppose I have to do it right away." Lockhart placed his wand on his desk. "You know Harry, you're quite an attractive lad."

"Yuck." Harry immediately responded.

"Oh it's true, I assure you. You have a nice 'pure blood' image, plus you have the brains and the fact you don't throw your status in everyone's face. You're also young, full of energy I reckon. And if I'm honest, I haven't had a good shag in months, not even a simple bob on a knob. Maybe I might have me some foreign twins later. This school is teeming with young and impressionable wizards and witches. If they like it, we continue. If they don't, I'll just obliviate them." Lockhart chuckled as he placed his right hand on Harry's leg, then removed it immediately.

He became spooked when he saw the look in Harry's eyes. It wasn't an innocent schoolboy sitting in front of him, no. This boy had the eyes of an old and strong man.

A man who has seen far more death than he wanted.

A man with an intimate knowledge on pain and how to deliver it.

A man with untold knowledge and power.

The Master of Death.

"Would you care to repeat yourself?" Harry's voice was cold enough to freeze fiendfire.

"I-I u-um-"

It was strange. Here Lockhart was, standing there with someone who's tied up and wandless, but he's the one who's currently afraid.

"Hogwarts, one of your students is calling for your assistance." Harry called out, and immediately the magic that bound him was released. He could've done it himself, but where's the fun in that? He stunned a shocked Lockhart and made his way to the Headmaster's office.

-SC-

Dumbledore sat in his office doing what he usually does during the day, plan on how to get Harry under his thumb.

He has yet to even speak to the boy, but seeing as the boy had clearly received pure blood training, as well as his lordship, should he attempt anything with him, it would spell the end for Dumbledore and his job as Headmaster.

As he was plotting, the subject of his current thought process walked unimpeded into his office.

"Mr. Potter? Shouldn't you be in class right now? How did you even get in here?" Dumbledore asked, but was ignored by Harry using his fireplace to call in the Aurors.

Stepping back, Harry waited patiently as two Aurors walked through, as well as Amelia herself.

"So Lord Potter, what is the emergency?" Amelia asked.

"Gilderoy Lockhart attempted to rape me, and before he did so, he was bragging about how he would do it to others."

Everyone in the room was appalled.

"Where is he?" Amelia growled in anger.

"Currently stunned in his classroom. I'll lead the way." Harry turned to lead the Aurors in a brisk pace towards Lockhart, a pace in which the Aurors and Dumbledore followed in stride.

Once he got to the class, he simply gestured towards the stunned Lockhart. One of the two Aurors who came with Amelia levitated Lockhart back to the Headmaster's office with the second one close behind.

"Do you want to press charges, my Lord." Amelia asked Harry.

"I don't believe that's necessary-" Dumbledore started but was cut off by an indignant Harry.

"Not necessary? That creature was about to rape me and planned on doing the same to others." Harry turned to Amelia. "I want to press charges, and punish him using the full extent of the law, Madam. He tried this on a Lord."

"Consider it done, my Lord." Replied Amelia as she made her way to her office.

"Don't you think that's a little excessive, Harry? Everyone deserves a second chance." Dumbledore tried to guilt Harry using his grandfather persona, more to see if it could work on Harry like it does on nearly everyone else.

All he got for his troubles was a look from the boy that said 'you are the dumbest person in existence, but I won't vocalize it.'

I didn't forget this fic. It's hard finding motivation.