A/N: Thanks for all the feedback on the first chapter. I am so shocked by the attention this has gotten. I hope I can continue to entertain. Allons-y!

Last time: "…What else do I need to do?"

Angela smiled, "You gotta get laid."

-Back to the present-

Harry sat, dumbfounded. "Excuse me?"

"Oh! I'm sorry Harry. I don't mean by one of us," said Angela. "I meant you need to get back to your reality and hook up with both of your soul mates. It takes sex to initiate and solidify the bond."

"I always thought that was just a kiss."

Thana smiled. "And that, is why most people never get to fall in love with a true soul mate."

"Huh. Well, I'm game for that," said Harry, blushing.

"Good. Now, follow me to the training rooms. We have a lot of work to do," said Angela.

Thana looked thoughtful. "Angela. Put him on the express learning track. We can transfer the knowledge and then run him through the practice sessions to make sure he can do it."

Angela's face morphed into something akin to utter shock. Her hair color flickered, and her eyes flashed. "Boss, are you sure? It isn't pleasant."

"I think that choice should be mine," said Harry.

Thana nodded. "I agree, Harry. The process forces knowledge into your memories. What you won't have, is the muscle memory to perform. At first. A few weeks in our time dilated training rooms will help with that. The upload process can be painful."

"Have either of you ever had a horcrux in your head? A frying pan slammed into the back of your head? I think I can handle some pain."

"Then it is settled. Angela, if you please?"

"Yes boss. Come with me Harry. Let's get some stuff crammed into that noggin of yours."

Harry followed Angela out of the office and down the hall, trying hard not to stare at her backside as she walked. He was failing miserably.

"Thana, are you sure about this," asked a woman from the shadow of an alcove. "He is the only one that can do it, but are you sure this is right way to go about it?"

"My dear Clotho. Of course not. HE hasn't seen fit to give me any information or guidance on the Riddle problem for the last decade. Without His help, I must do what I can." Thana turned to look at her sister. "What do the other Fates think? Are you getting any guidance?"

Clotho sighed, "No guidance. Our sisters are just as curious about this as I am. The Keres are hungry for Riddle and Charon is looking forward to seeing him on his eventual path. I fear they may be working together to intercept your efforts."

"I can handle our siblings. Go back and help our sisters to guard the cloth. I feel that a great reaping will be following Harry's wake and the cries of my banshee will be heard across the British Isles. Young Mr. Potter will ride at the fore of the Wild Hunt alongside myself. I plan to speak with Azrael, Gabriel, Sigurd and Gwyn ap Nudd and have them add to Harry's training."

Clotho blanched, "You plan to turn Harry into your personal champion? He is to become the new personification of you?"

"Harry will have the knowledge; I believe his heart will temper that knowledge and he will be more merciful. Strange as it may seem, mercy is what will salvage this whole cock-up." Thana turned and put her hand to her forehead. "Once this is done, I will explain to Harry just what being the holder of the Hallows means."

Elsewhere –

Harry walked into a room that was very different from the office like area he'd just left. Everything was yellow. Different shades of yellow, but most definitely yellow. Angela moved quickly to the far side of the room and stood by a reclined chair. "Is that a dentist's chair," asked Harry.

"Very much like one, isn't it? I guess you can say it is. It is comfortable, I've taken a nap or two in it," said Angela. "This is where we will handle the data upload."

"Really?"

Angela had a silvery helmet with tubes attached in her hand. The tube ran down behind the chair into the floor. "Well, the data stream does flow up from the banks below. So, upload."

Harry groaned. "Okay. Let's get it over with."

For what seemed like forever to Harry, he sat in the chair wearing the helmet. He drifted in and out of consciousness. Being dead had advantages. He wasn't hungry or thirsty. He had no real need for sleep either. The transfer process forced him to sleep so he could assimilate the information being forced into his memories. The entire process took what amounted to two weeks and Harry felt exhausted.

"Well," said Angela. "You just got the entirety of the Hogwarts curriculum pushed into your mind. We added martial arts training, auror training and weapons training for both bladed and firearms. Magic isn't the only way to kill Riddle once he's mortal." She had a nasty grin that made Harry shudder. "Of course, we can add more."

"What else?"

"We can give you some more obscure branches of magic from other cultures. Do you want to be able to go to a normal university and get a degree so you can live in the muggle world? We can upload all of the information you'd need."

"Why?"

"To give you options for after. Harry, can you honestly say you'd be happy to stay in a society that has flipped from worshiping you to ridiculing you? Would you want to raise children there? Statistics show that the more powerful and overall successful magicals are those who grew up with access to the non-magical world."

"At this point, I don't know. I can see the appeal of both worlds to raising children. But I can also understand what could happen if one of my children was born a squib. I think its something I'd need to discuss with the girls."

"Smart man. Think on this, you don't have to use the information. It doesn't hurt to have it."

"Okay. How about chemical or medical engineering? A way to use magical ingredients to help both societies. I could run a medical firm in the non-magical world, discovering new uses for "old world" remedies. In the magical world, I could simply run an apothecary, selling potions supplies and pre-made potions. And selling simple non-magical remedies like aspirin."

"Good choice. I think we can get you exactly what you need. You know we can also get you potions experiences of a top expert."

"Snape or Flamel?"

"Ooh, I like your choices. Yes. As of right now, both have passed on and we can access their potions expertise. But no philosopher's stone."

"To desire immortality is to desire the eternal perpetuation of a great mistake."

"He quotes Schopenhauer. You continue to surprise me, Harry."

"I have read a few books. I've just never pushed myself to excel at education. I know it, I just thought it best not to show that I knew it until it was needed."

"The Dursleys," said Angela venomously. I swear they did more to jeopardize things than Dumbledore did. I can't wait for them to flow through the system."

"So how much longer will the additions take to upload?"

"What does time matter? By your reckoning, no more than a day."

"Then let's do it. I'm ready to get moving and get back to my life."

"I understand. Just lay back and relax. I'll have the information added to the queue in a moment," said Angela as she stepped out of the room.

A figure, roughly the shape of a human stepped up to her and said, "He's not going to be happy with what you are giving him."

Angela eyed him for a moment. He was masculine in form but had no distinctive features on his face and the body of a eunuch. His skin was slightly gray and hairless. "At first, maybe. But I think he'll understand in the end. Add the files and start the upload. Sneak an extra file in for me?"

The figure cocked its head to the side and asked, "What file?"

"Multiverse theory. When this is done, he must understand that each reset really meant."

"You're going to get in so much trouble for this. I might have to ask for taste buds just so I can enjoy popcorn and watch the fallout."

Angela smiled. "I'll even sign off on it Benji. If this works, we can see about getting you a better job."

Later –

Harry was groggy as he sat up in the chair. The entire room had gone dark except for a single spot of light coming from somewhere above him. "Hello?"

"Ah," said a disturbingly familiar, and oily voice. "Our resident celebrity awakens. Welcome back, Mr. Potter."

Harry forced his eyes to focus on the movement to his right. "Snape?"

"As I am no longer of the living, nor am I your professor, you may call me Severus." The man stepped from the shadows and stood just a few feet from Harry, as if he were scared to be too close. "I understand they have copied my knowledge for you. Please do not taint the knowledge and use it as intended."

Harry smiled. "Severus, I know you were a hero in the end. I'll do what I can when I go back to mend the fences. I don't have your memories, but I'll have my own. If you are allowed to cross over to the light, tell my mum I said 'hello', please."

Severus grinned sadly. "I doubt that I will be allowed in heaven. I was never a believer, and I was certainly never a 'good guy'." He pulled a chair from the dark and sat down. "However, should you still wish to mend things with me, remind me to visit the pond where I met your mother. Tell me she never hated me and ask about my patronus."

"The doe."

Severus hesitated, "Y-yes."

"After all this time," asked Harry, knowing that the man would understand.

"Always." Severus stood and offered Harry his hand. "Mr. Potter, Harry, I look forward to meeting you under much better circumstances."

"Same here, Professor." Harry shook his hand. "I hope that once this is all said and done, things will be different. I want to be able to face my mum and dad and say I did the right thing."

Severus shook his head. "Multiverse, Harry. Remember what they stuffed in your head about the multiverse theory. Not now, when you get back. It may change what you think is right and wrong."

Harry looked confused as his former professor melted back into the shadows a few moments before the room slowly brightened and all the shadows were gone.

"All right Harry," said Angela as she stepped into the room. "You're all done. Time to sign the contract."