"Regular"
'Thoughts'
"Parseltongue"
"Language of the Dead"
"Being Form"
'Mind Link'

The rest of the school year was uneventful, to say the least. As Harry soon realized, not having a life or death (undeath really) situation to deal with was a bore after having to deal with it for so long. Of course, he was glad of this short little peace that was school and studying and exams, but it was so boring. Why'd he chosen to come back to school again? Ah, it was for the resident Dark Lord, and it was a good thing that he did because he was the only one providing entertainment because Salazar forbid Death spicing things up in his life a bit.

Along with the boringness that was school, Harry also had to deal with pestering Gryffindors trying to find the damned life-giving stone because they believed Snape of all people were going to steal it. The man was far too busy admiring Hadrian from a distance to even think about the bloody stone let alone attempt to steal it. Of course, this meant that the Master's peace was disrupted - to be fair it was a nice bit of spice that he was craving but he wasn't about to admit to it. Weasley, Finnigan, and Thomas were going to "stop" Snape which ended up with Harry trailing behind them in his invisibility cloak, silently being amused by their troubles.

The trio was almost instantly strangled by the Devil's Snare, but Harry decided to take pity and cast a powerful Lumos. All the children thought it was one of them in the group but didn't say anything about it afterward. The flying keys were surprisingly taken on by Weasley who had been able to catch up to the ancient one within 5 minutes. Harry hated to say it, but he was slightly impressed with the redhead considering the boy wasn't a seeker nor did he have the body for it.

Once again, the chess game ended with one of the three sacrificing themselves, but this time it was Finnigan. Who knew he was able to play chess just as well as Weasley? Though Harry could probably play better than the children due to his more experienced mind.

Lastly, the Potions room was in view, and with Harry's help of vanishing the wrong potions, Weasley decided to enter the room while Thomas went to get help for Finnigan. As the Master predicted, Snape was not in the chamber. In fact, the entire room was empty as the red-haired boy soon discovered with a groan. Harry was a bit disgusted with how unrelieved the boy was at not knowing who was causing trouble in Hogwarts, but then again it was the same boy who only cared for food and perhaps chess.

While Weasley was busy with his temper tantrum, Harry was standing in front of the mirror. He didn't necessarily need the stone, but he assumed Tom would eventually want a body for himself instead of constantly possessing the stuttering fool Quirrell. His soul would need to be filled more before they performed the ritual for his earthly body because, without all the soul, the body could return as an ugly piece of shite. Which honestly explained why Voldermort looked so snakish in his first life.

As Harry waited to finally feel a weight in his pocket, Thomas came back with none other than Professor Quirrell. Wasn't that a surprise? The Master of Life and Death smirked as he thought of a funny idea.

"W-what seems to be the m-m-matter, Mr. Weasley?" Quirrellmort stuttered while raising an eyebrow. "Mr. T-Thomas said P-professor Snape was attempting to s-steal the s-s-stone?" In Harry's opinion, the stuttering was unbelievable but maybe that was because he had heard him without it being used.

The youngest male Weasley became red as he tried to explain himself, "Sir, you have to believe us! Snape's a slimy git who tried to get in here on Halloween!"

Quirrell scoffed, "He was performing a check on the securities, but obviously it wasn't enough seeing as three little first years were able to pass them all." The man said suspiciously as he seemed to have forgotten his speech issue, but the kids were too embarrassed to notice. The only one who did was invisible, and he was also the only one to notice the flash of red in the professor's eyes.

Just then, Quirrelmort jumped in shock as something poked him in the back of his turban, on Voldemort's non-existent nose. The sound of hissing filled the room as if snakes were coming in every direction.

"I've got your nose! I've got your nose!"

The voice giggled as the saying was spoken, not that the children noticed. They were soon ushered out by Professor Quirrel in a rush after saying. "Go back to your dorms before I decide to take points." It was on the verge of Parseltongue which only made the giggles worse.

Once the coast was clear of any unwanted guests, the man hissed. "What the bloody hell was that, you little brat?" His eyes were narrowed in annoyance.

Harry grinned and threw off his cloak only to cackle at the expression he was given. Honestly, Tom made it so easy to rile him up. It was the man's own fault! Maybe he should've thought about having a nose before meeting Harry.

Quirrellmort stood there impatiently while biting his cheek to control any insults - or curses - that were wanting to come out. "You're lucky I enjoy your company or else you wouldn't even be standing." He said through gritted teeth.

"Oh Tommy, you know you love me." Harry retorted as he wiped a small tear at the edge of his eye.

The possessed human only looked disgusted at the saying as he rolled his eyes and walked out of the chamber with a shake of his head.

Of course, this only caused Harry to have a new round of cackles and giggles to break his lips.

Tom rolled his eyes and said exasperatedly, "Merlin, you put even Bellatrix to shame."

Harry stopped abruptly and whispered horrified, "I don't know if that's supposed to be a compliment or not."

Quirrelmort, being the mysterious man that he is, only raised his eyebrows and continued walking to his quarters where Harry would spend the night. On the couch of course.

Later that night, Quirrel would secretly deduct points because he disliked Gryffindor just as the next Slytherin.

Even after that small piece of excitement, Harry was still incredibly bored with the rest of the school year. It eventually ended with the House Cup going to Slytherin because nothing was actually done to help the school. The Headmaster seemed particularly bummed about this.

The train ride home was also uneventful with only Hermione, Draco, and Neville as company. Neville had been added to their little group after they found him being bullied by the other first years because he was "too cowardly and quiet" for the house. The Slytherins had taken the boy in as one of their own since they followed what the two most politically influential persons did (In this case it was Malfoy and Potter-Black). Since then, they've all gotten along pretty well with a few good-natured insults here and there.

"Did you see Weasley's face when Gryffindor lost the House Cup?" Draco grinned, "It was bloody brilliant!" He had been one of the more vocal ones about the "unfairness" of not winning the Cup this year. Although it was priceless to see his disbelieving face at the notion of losing, it was undignified as he yelled across the hall, accusing the Slytherins of cheating. Which was probably the case seeing as two of the professors favored Slytherins marginally more than any other house, but who was going to admit to that?

Hermione looked up from her book on Ancient Blood Runes to say shyly, "It was good, wasn't it?" She smiled at the memory of the final feast. She had been sitting at the Slytherin table with Harry, Draco, and Neville who had also joined them that night.

As the rest of the group talked, Harry added comments, but he was otherwise in his own mind. He wasn't going to be spending his days and nights at the Dursleys' any more thanks to the mind healers at St. Mungo and Amelia Bones. Finally, Sirius was well enough to take care of him. There were many people who spoke against the change of custody for The-Boy-Who-Lived, but ultimately, Sirius had met the requirements along with Harry agreeing to it, not that he would ever disagree to being removed from a house full of abuse and neglect.

Eventually, the train came to a stop, and the students prepared themselves to meet their families for the summer. The Prefects and Head Boy/Girl were helping the younger students with their luggage and finding their guardians.

The Master said goodbye to his friends along with a hug from Hermione and then was off to find his own new family.

"Harry!" A voice sounded to his right as the Master stepped away from his friends. All of a sudden, he was tackled to the ground by a blur of black. It was furry and soft and very much wet.

Ah, that's right.

It was just Sirius in his animagus form.

Harry scrunched up his face and screamed, "Eww! Siri, you're making me all nasty! I'm going to smell like a mutt!" Despite his pleas, the bloody grim didn't stop and continued to lick his face happily.

"Okay, that's enough, Padfoot." A very familiar voice chuckled.

Wait.

It was Remus. Remus Lupin.

How could he forget him? He was his god-child's father! He was alive!

But then again, Teddy doesn't exist anymore, did he? But it was okay. Harry was okay. And he would make them proud of him by fixing everything and making it the way it should have been. For them.

For his family.

The black dog then transformed back into a human wearing muggle attire. Sirius Black looked far better than he did in Harry's first life, But then again, he did go to mind healers this time around. The man had on leather pants, a white t-shirt, and a leather jacket with chains on his belt loops. Harry thought it was quite punk rockish. Lupin, on the other hand, had on patchy robes like his last life. This would change though because Harry was most certainly not going to let his second father figure wear rags for clothes.

"Ah, it's okay, Moony. He'll live" Sirius beamed while waving his friend off. Remus just smiled at his antics.

Harry smiled happily for a while before introducing himself to both of them (since he hadn't in this life before), "Hello, my name's Hadrian." He smiled bashfully as he scratched the back of his neck.

Sirius smirked while Remus chuckled, Seeing Harry's questioning gaze, Remus explained, "Your father would do the same thing when he was nervous."

Siri snorted, "I remember this one time Lils called him out on it. 'James Harold Potter, I dare you to scratch your neck while looking at me one more time or so help me Morgana.' Merlin, she had a set of lungs on her." He laughed at the memories that flashed before him. She had been pregnant at the time, and she was already in a bad mood due to the pain. The last thing she wanted was her husband to be afraid of her, and when he did it one last time, she transfigured his head into a donkey. Honestly, Sirius was just lucky to have been there at that moment. It would always be one of the happiest memories he had stored.

Remus smiled with sad eyes, "They were both very entertaining and had their own quirks that I'm sure will show in you, Harry."

The Master didn't need to know what they were thinking to understand them. He knew how hard it was to lose someone so close to you unexpectedly. Hell, it had happened countless times in his last life. Hopefully, this one would be better in that regard.

"I'm Remus Lupin, Harry. I knew your parents, and I was even able to hold you when you were a baby." Remus greeted with a handshake. His cub had grown so much over these last years. He was happy to see him after so many years of constant worry and fear. It felt like something was lifted off his back.

Harry replied, "You're in a photo album that I have. Professor Snape gave it to me on Yule." To be honest, Snape probably just wanted to get on his good side. Or he actually cared which was a possibility, but who's to say it isn't both?

The two men seemed to be surprised at the mention of Snape, but Harry was not deterred because the man seemed to genuinely care about his wellbeing.

"He did? That was awfully nice of him." The werewolf's smile was pleased because his cub was being treated right and not based on his father or his father's friends. It was a relief to know that someone was there to truly care about his little cub at Hogwarts.

Sirius, though, attempted to be happy but was lacking. "Isn't that nice." The smile he produced was strained.

Harry decided to carry on from this topic and instead said, "You're Sirius Black, my new guardian and my godfather." The "child" beamed at the knowledge he knew and the thought of a new home. A safe one.

Sirius smirked, "Damn right I am. The best I'll have you know." The man then posed with his chest puffed out and his hands on his hips.

"He looks like a peacock, doesn't he?" Harry stage whispered to Remus who chuckled.

"Hey!" Siri pouted.

They all laughed, and once they had calmed down a bit, the raven mentioned another thing that was on his mind. "I also know that you two blood adopted me." He said slyly.

Both men blanched at what was said before Remus composed himself and said, "Yes, we were to be your second guardians if anything were to happen-" He choked on the last word as if physically pained to say the rest.

Sirius gazed sadly at the ground, "We were going to take you in if your parents ever had something happen to them." The grey-eyed man took a deep breath and continued, "But seeing as I was in Azkaban, and with the anti-werewolf legislation, Remy couldn't take you in alone."

They both looked so sad and regretful that it made Harry's heart hurt a little for them. They didn't deserve the pain they've been through but so was Fate. "It's okay Paddy, Moony. It wasn't your fault."

Even with that one statement, they looked better, Harry supposed reassurance really was powerful.

"Well, pup, let's get you home, shall we?" Siri asked excitedly.

Harry laughed as the man bounced on his feet in anticipation, "Let's."

The feeling of being sucked through a tube never got old no matter how many times it happened. Harry was just bound to get sick each time it seemed.

The tall building in front of him was none other than Grimmauld Place. The little Master didn't exactly have good memories in this house, but this was a new life so it should be alright if he just focused on the present instead of the past.

"I know it's not much, but we didn't really have enough time to pick out something new. We wanted you to be there with us if you were willing." said Sirius as he took off his jacket.

They had thought of him while moving? That was nice of them. He would surely love to help find a new place as soon as possible to get away from all the tainted memories. It left a very bad taste in his mouth at the thought of all that had happened in this same house.

"I would love that." The boy smiled gratefully.

Siri grinned before saying, "Would you like to see your room?"

He had his own room! He didn't have to share with that obnoxiously loud Weasley anymore! His guardians cared enough about him to even give him a room. Harry thought he should probably stop doubting his godparents, but it was hard after his last life. He would definitely be working on it though.

The boy nodded while a shy smile and followed his godfather up the stairs to his new room.

The man stopped in front of a door at the end of the hallway. "Mine and Mooney's chambers are there to the right, and the Black family library is off to the opposite hall." He explained.

As the door was opened, Harry gasped in awe. It wasn't Hogwarts, but it was certainly something he would call home because someone had cared enough to make this for him.

There was a bed to the left with silk silver sheets and emerald green pillowcases. The window was right in front of the door, looking over the muggle street, and there was a desk in front of it with a lamp and a set of quills with ink. A bookcase was on the right with another door to what Harry assumed was a bathroom. On the right side of the bed sat a bedside table while on the left was a wardrobe. The very best part was the three plushies that sat on his bed.

It was a stag, werewolf, and grim.

There were tears in his eyes by the time Sirius asked, "Like it?"

"Like it? I bloody love it." Harry laughed through his tears and hugged the man tightly. All this was done for him. They cared about him. That much was obvious. Harry loved them just as much if not more. And he was determined to show it.

Siri grinned, "I'm happy you do. Took me and Remy a good couple hours to make." The man practically glowed at his accomplishment. "Why don't you get unpacked while I go check on Remus?"

Harry gave a small smile, "Okay."

With the door shut and the man gone, Harry plopped face first on his bed and let out a sound of satisfaction. The bed was heavenly!

As Harry lay, all he thought about was what was going to happen this summer.

It was bound to be good with everything that's happened. Harry was excited once again at the endless possibilities.