After lunch, Harry pulled Sirius aside.

"Sirius, can I talk to you?"

Sirius nodded, seemingly surprised, and Harry pulled him into the library. Harry led Sirius over to the table where he had left the book, and drew it towards himself.

"I... have been having strange dreams lately, Sirius." Harry began.

"And...?" Sirius said, head tilted like a puppy.

"I found this book, and it says that it could possibly be that I have been reincarnated. Today, I got some weird flashes while I was awake; I believe it's getting worse. I needed someone to tell, and I figured it would be best to tell you. The book says that there is a ritual that can be performed, and... Well... I need your opinion." Harry said, as quickly as possible.

"Hmmm... I think that you should try it. It would only give you memories of your past life, if you had one; therefore making it risk free. It only costs forty galleons."

"Ok, I will, as soon as possible; but I have a question for you... how do you know what it does and how much it costs?" Harry asked, curiously.

"Well... I... I am a reincarnation. I won't tell you who, because you most likely wouldn't have known them, regardless of being reincarnated. When you come back, if you actually are reincarnated, tell me who you were and then I will tell you who I was, alright? I'll get Fred and George to cover for you, go as soon as I give you this signal." Sirius simply held up his hand, five fingers spread wide. He was smirking, for some unknown reason, and this felt somewhat familiar to Harry.

Harry nodded, and slowly wandered through the house towards the front door. When he reached it, he sat casually against the wall.

He eventually heard an explosion, and Sirius came around the corner, flashed him the signal, and then ran off up the stairs.

Harry threw on his invisibility cloak, grabbed his money pouch, and walked out. When he stepped onto the sidewalk, he stuck out his wand, summoning the Knight Bus. He paid no attention to Stanley Shunpike asking his name, he simply told him "Diagon Alley."

When Harry got off, he strode purposefully through The Leaky Cauldron, tapped the brick in the wall behind the place, and stepped through.

For the sake of nostalgia, he decided to stop at Florean Fortescue's for ice cream.

As he stepped through the door, he noticed that there was a poster detailing the new ice cream flavor, Sea-Salt Ice Cream.

He decided to try some, and when Florean bustled over with it for him, he grabbed it and licked it; once again feeling as though this was familiar.

"Hmm... salty, but sweet... I like it."

Harry found that he felt the exact same way, he loved the taste of the ice cream, and decided that if it was possible, he would buy a box of it from Florean.

He stepped out of the shop, Sea-Salt ice cream in hand, and slowly walked over to the imposing building that was Gringotts.

As he stepped inside, the feeling of anticipation inside of him was rising; he was very nervous, but excited nonetheless.

He stopped in front of a goblin that was free. "Excuse me," He said, waiting for the goblin to look at him. "I am Harry Potter, and I would like to do the Ritual of Awakening."

The goblin hid his surprise easily, and said, "That will be forty galleons, Mr. Potter; please follow me."

Harry nodded, handed the goblin forty galleons, and followed him. The goblin spoke to various others along the way, and eventually they had an entourage of other goblins following them. When they finally came to a halt, they were in front of a pair of large ornate doors. The goblin leading the way, Griphook, clapped his hands once, and the doors opened slowly.

Harry was led to a table, and told to lay down. When he did, the goblins, all but Griphook, began to chant in another language. He found his eyes slowly closing, and his consciousness went somewhere else.

The goblins usually could guess who the person originally was when they came asking about the Ritual of Awakening. Usually, near the end, they would say their own name. The goblins knew this for a fact, as they had seen several people do it. So when the chanting began, they just thought that Mr. Potter was one of the more important people, those were usually the people that would chant their own names.

"Sora..."

"Sora..."

"Sora."

"Sora."

"Sora.'

"Sora...!"

"SORA!"

AN- betcha didn't expect that. See why and how it ended that way in the next chapter!
PS- there is a reason why Sirius accepts this so easily.