A/N: This chapter is a little shorter than I want, but I just wanted to get this chapter over and done with to be honest.

To Guest: Harry is not waiting for Sirius to escape Azkaban. He's mentally fifteen and he is honestly trying to do a lot for his siblings. It's hard since he is only one person, he is physically the same age as them, and again, he is trying, but he can't smother them, even if he wants to keep them locked up and away from harm, but he can't.

Chapter 7: The Aftermath of Hallowe'en

Mission: Expose Quirrell by knocking off his turban?

Status: Success.

Harry felt bad that the mission's success was at the expense of probably mentally scarring half the student body for life, especially his siblings. However it was necessary.

New mission: Release Sirius.

Side Mission: Get the Marauder's Map from the Weasley twins to help prove Sirius's innocence.

How?

That was the problem. They would most likely give it to him if he asked, but then he would have to explain how he knew they had it.

In his last life, they gave him the map when he was trying to sneak into Hogsmeade…

That was it! He could say that he and his siblings wanted to sneak into Hogsmeade to go to Honeydukes…

How?: Hogsmeade?

Perfect, so far. If he ate, maybe he would mull over the plan a little more.

Harry got down to breakfast, feeling good with his plan on exposing Quirrell. However he was mad that Lady Azrael tried to attack his sister.

Predictably what had occurred on Hallowe'en was the talk of the school when he got in the Great Hall. He sat down at the Ravenclaw table.

"It wasn't a spirit, Michael," said Sue. "Sure it looked like a spirit, but it wasn't one." She noticed Harry and seemed to brighten, "Hi, Harry. I was just telling Michael, Anthony, and Terry that it wasn't a spirit that possessed Quirrell."

Mother of Merlin, Tristan was right. Sue did fancy him.

No matter, she will get over the whole celebrity thing that probably was in. If Ginny got over him, Sue would too.

When it seemed like everyone got in the Great Hall, Dumbledore stood up, quieting everyone, "Before we dig into our breakfast, I would like to talk about the incident yesterday."

"Told you so," hissed Sue, but she was smiling. "Study more, boys."

Harry couldn't help but smile at that. His co-teacher in the study group certainly was entertaining in some ways. She kind of reminded him of Hermione, just without the annoying know-it-all attitude.

She would be good as a substitute when Harry decided to try out for the Ravenclaw team. He knew that Cho was going to be the Seeker, and probably Cypress too if she decided to try out for Quidditch next term. Maybe he should be a Chaser instead. It would be interesting being on a new Quidditch position. He was sure that his dad was a Chaser in this life. He had to look.

"What you saw was a wraith. It had possessed Professor Quirrell's body and when it had abandoned its host, it had, so-to speak, died. While you all were sleeping, we had Aurors comb the castle, looking for the wraith, which isn't here," explained Professor Dumbledore.

Harry looked at the spot where Quirrell's body crumbled the previous evening. It was clean of course.

"As for the Defence position, I will be teaching you for the rest of the term. There is nothing to fear, so enjoy your breakfast," said Dumbledore.

Harry looked at Snape, who didn't look to happy with Dumbledore taking over the lesson. At least the classroom won't smell like garlic.

Harry wondered if there was more to the story that Dumbledore wasn't letting on. Well, the wraith was obviously part of Lady Azrael's soul, but no one was supposed to know that. Well, Harry knew that. He looked down the table to see that Tanda looked grim. When Tanda noticed Harry looking at her, she smiled at him and then looked at the food that appeared.

Harry tried to remember if there was a Tanda Williams that was in his previous time-line. Abigail Longbottom was a surprise, along with an Alex Calloway, and his siblings. It was probably just a ripple effect of him rudely intruding in this time-line.

He needed to spend a little more time with his siblings.

The owls came in and Hedwig dropped down beside him. He took the Daily Prophet from her leg and allowed the owl to drink some of his pumpkin juice.

The headline read:

Hallowe'en Horror at Hogwarts

Oh, it was written by his hated writer, Rita Skeeter.

It basically boiled down to a wraith living in the castle for an entire month that went unnoticed. There was the account of a troll being let loose in the dungeons which was where the Slytherin common rooms were. It was questioning if Hogwarts was safe because of the wraith and the troll.

He would bet everything in his and his siblings' vault that Malfoy had something to do with it. Skeeter would do anything to make a name for herself by writing crap. Not even Harry would force Dudley to read this rubbish. Actually…does Dudley even know how to read? Dudley certainly couldn't count to thirty-six.

He tossed the Daily Prophet on the table.

Sue took the newspaper and looked over it. She groaned, "We need to burn that rubbish."

Michael took the newspaper from her and looked at it too. "It's not even good enough to light on fire."

Anthony pointed his wand to the newspaper said, 'Lacranum Inflamari 'and the newspaper started smoking, 'til a small fire appeared on the newspaper.

Sue dumped her goblet of milk on the fire before it spread.

Harry was impressed by Sue's speed and Anthony using the spell, "Hmm. Good job, Anthony. You've been practicising that spell."

"Harry, I'm worried about you," Cypress said to Harry.

They were in the library, doing homework for Charms.

Well, Harry finished his homework for Charms, since he already knew the material as he was mentally a fifth-year. He was looking at courtroom cases for some kind of semblance of getting Sirius out of Azkaban. The only thing that he could think of was getting the Marauder's Map.

"Why?" asked Harry.

"You're running yourself ragged," Tristan said. "It's not healthy. It's like you're preparing for something."

He was preparing for an upcoming war. Lady Azrael was going to return in a few years and he wanted to do everything he can to prevent that. He wanted to shove his siblings somewhere safe to keep them safe.

They were his siblings, his triplets. They went through the hell of the Dursleys together after all.

He can tell them that he reincarnated into a whole new universe with a Dark Lady instead of a Dark Lord and tell them everything that he had been through in his original universe, but…he looked at his siblings.

They were mentally younger than him, they were children. He was mentally a fifteen-year-old, soon to be sixteen-year-old back in his past life.

He couldn't just rip away their childhood in one swoop. That was just wrong and horrifying. The only thing he could do is prepare them by making them read and practise their magic without turning them into child soldiers. They deserved to have a childhood after all.

"We're learning magic," Harry said. "It's something the Dursleys deprived us of learning. I would like to learn as much as I can."

"But not at the expense of running yourself down," said Cypress. "You'll be getting grey hair at thirteen if you continue like this."

Harry scoffed, "Thirteen? I'm planning on going grey at twelve."

"I think I can see your hair turning slowly turning grey," Tristan joked.

Harry couldn't help but smile at that. He really loved his siblings. It was why he was doing all of this. It was for them. He wanted them to have fun at Hogwarts.

He was thankful that Chance gave him siblings.

It took a little bit of planning, but he managed to catch up to Fred and George.

"What is it, Harry?" asked George.

"I was wondering if you both know a secret passage to Honeydukes," said Harry. "I think it might be a good way to cheer up Essie, since whatever that thing went towards her."

"Well, we can loan this to you," said Fred, handed Harry the Marauder's Map.

Harry took it and looked at it. He frowned, "Thanks, I don't need parchment. If I did, I can borrow some from my siblings."

"Parchment?" repeated Fred. "You need to explain it to him George."

George started, "Well…when were in our first year, Harry – young, carefree, and innocent—"

"—well, more innocent than we are now – we got into a spot of bother with Filch," Fred finished.

One of the twins said, "We let off a Dungbomb in the corridor and it upset him for some reason—"

"I wonder why," said Harry sarcastically.

"So he hauled us off to his office and started threatening us with the usual—"

"I got it," said Harry. "Dismemberment, disembowelment, detention…"

"He never threatened us with dismemberment," said George.

"I wouldn't be surprised if he did say," said Fred.

"Anyway, we couldn't help noticing a drawer in one of his filing cabinets marked Confiscated and Highly Dangerous."

Harry just grinned, "You went through his stuff, didn't you?"

"Well, what would you've done?" asked Fred.

"Can you please get on with it?" asked Harry. "I asked for a way to get into Hogsmeade, not a back-story."

"Impatient aren't we?" asked George.

He heard their spiel before. He didn't fancy hearing it for the second time.

"I grabbed this," said Fred, pointing to the parchment.

"We don't reckon Filch ever found out how to work it. He probably suspected what it was, though, or he wouldn't have confiscated it."

"So, do you know how to work it?" asked Harry.

"Oh yes," said Fred with a smirk. "This little beauty's taught us more than all the teachers in this school."

"Well, I heard rumours that the Defence Against the Dark Arts position is jinxed and I wouldn't doubt it, with what happened to Quirrell yesterday," replied Harry.

George pointed his wand at the parchment and said, "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.'"

Thin ink lines began to spread from the point of George's wand. They joined each other, criss-crossed, fanning out into every corner of the parchment. Words began to bloom across the top, great, curly green words. (He still had no idea why everyone seemed to harbor a love of green ink.)

Messrs Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and

Prongs

Purveyors of Aids to Magical Mischief Makers

Are proud to present

THE MARAUDER'S MAP

It was a map showing every detail of the Hogwarts castle and grounds. There were tiny footprints moving around the castle, each labelled with a name in minuscule writing.

There were labelled footprints showing Dumbledore in a study and saw that Filch's cat was prowling about.

Harry saw his dorm-mates in the library. Cypress was in the common room with Neville and Faye. To Harry's disgust, Peter Pettigrew was in the Gryffindor boys' dormitory.

It looked like Tristan was in the Hufflepuff dormitory with Alex, Abigail, and Susan Bones.

Harry looked at the secret passageway to Hogsmeade.

"They lead right into Hogsmeade," said Fred. "There are seven in all. Now, Filch knows about these four – but we're sure we're the only ones who know about these. Don't bother with the one behind the mirror on the fourth floor, it seems to be on the verge of getting caved in. And we don't reckon anyone's ever used this one, because the Whimping Willow's planted right over the entrance. This one leads right into the cellar of Honeydukes. We've used it loads of times."

"And the entrance seems to be through the one-eyed crone's hump," said Harry looking at the map.

"Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs, we owe them so much," said George.

"Noble men, working tirelessly to help a new generation of law-breakers," said Fred.

"Right," agreed George. "Don't forget to wipe it after you've used it—'

"Or anyone can read it," warned Fred.

"Just tap it again and say, 'Mischief managed!' and it'll go blank," said George.

"Thanks guys," said Harry. "I think going into Honeydukes will cheer up Essie."

"Anything to cheer up a triplet, right?" asked George.

"Anything for them," Harry muttered, looking at Pettigrew's name, thinking of the sweet revenge Pettigrew's going to have.

The Weasley twins walked away and Harry looked at the map again. He couldn't believe how easy it was to get them to give it to him.

He ended up showing his siblings the Map and the where the entrance to Honeydukes was. He didn't want to show them the entrance to Honeydukes, because he was worried that they'll get caught if they decided to keep venturing out of school grounds. However, he was sure that the terror of being caught and punished (courtesy of the unfair punishments the Dursleys dealt them) would keep them from venturing into Hogsmeade to much.

"I don't want to go," said Cypress once Harry showed them how to get into the passageway.

"Why?" asked Harry surprised.

"It's not a Hogsmeade day," said Tristan. "If people see Hogwarts students—"

"I get it," replied Harry, surprised that he didn't think of that.

The bright side was that he got the Marauder's Map.