A/N Hey! Sorry for the wait. I just lost motivation for a while, along with the fact I didn't know what to write... But here it is, and I hope it's okay.

Enjoy! And leave a review if you have time!

"Th-this is amazing! Absolutely mind blowing," Sirius exclaimed, looking around the Sanctuary. "Even though we made a map of the entire school back when we were still here, we never knew there was a room like this."

"Map?" Fred and George said curiously, leaning forward simultaneously. "As in, the Marauder's Map?"

Sirius glanced at them, surprised, "Oh, you've heard of it? I thought Filch would've tossed it by now."

The twins gasped, staring at him. "You're part of the Marauders?" Sirius nodded, unsure why they seemed to be so serious about it. The twins dropped to their knees, and began kowtowing. "Teach us your ways, oh great prankster!"

Sirius stared for a minute, and then burst out laughing. "I like you two!"

"Sirius Black," Ravenclaw called impatiently. "Have you chosen a magic yet?"

Sirius glanced at his godson. "Harry told me about the Arc of Embodiment, and I think I like it."

"Arc of Embodiment is a very advanced Lost magic," Gryffindor mused, looking skeptical. "Would his core accept it? He is an adult wizard."

Ravenclaw threw Gryffindor an exasperated look. "We already talked about this. Twelve years without using a wand in Azkaban neutralizes one's magical core. Mr. Black's core should accept Earthland's Castor Magic." She turned to Sirius. "Are you sure you want to learn Arc of Embodiment?"

He nodded resolutely.

"Come closer," Ravenclaw beckoned with her hand.

Once he was close enough, she closed her eyes, and glowed a light blue. Sirius gasped, eyes widening as the magic was transmitted to him.

"Now, Mr. Black, do not attempt to use this magic before you are trained," Ravenclaw said sternly, looking at him.

Looking like a deer caught in the headlights, Sirius unsuccessfully restrained himself from pouting. "But why? You gave me all the information-"

"Just because I gave you the information doesn't mean you know how to properly use it! If I gave you all the information in the world about karate, would you be able to do it?" the woman demanded, frowning.

Sirius looked away, properly chastised. "Yeah, okay."

"So where are you going to be staying?" Harry asked Sirius, after a long and strenuous training session.

The man stretched his back, wincing at the loud crack. "There's a house in London that belongs to the Black family, but Dumbledore might let me stay at Hogwarts as a guest for a while until the diary is destroyed."

"Right! You can help us with that!" Harry exclaimed, eyes lighting up. "So if you do stay here, you could keep an eye on the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets!"

Hermione looked over. "Actually, I can create some sentries to keep watch 24/7. So if anything happens, the sentries will alert all of us."

"And if you guys are in class, or have a difficult time of getting to the Chamber, I can go in first," Sirius concluded. He grinned. "Sounds like a plan!"

"Hey, Potter," Blaise Zabini called out as Harry left the library.

Harry turned around, and tilted his head to the side. Though he was on friendly terms with most Slytherins, he'd never reached out to get to know them. Suddenly, Harry realized that he'd been so caught up with training himself and his friends, and Zeref, and Fairy Tail that he'd never paid much attention to this world. "Blaise," he greeted politely. Maybe he should start integrating himself more into this world.

"You're a Parselmouth," the Italian boy said, staring at Harry.

Harry blinked, and nodded slowly. "Yes. I am."

A look of exasperation crossed Blaise's face. "And what are you planning to do with that? What are you planning to do with your magical power, your influence-"

"What makes you think I'm going to do anything?" Harry demanded coldly, eyes narrowed. "If you think I'm the Heir-"

"Of course you're not the Heir," Blaise interrupted, pursing his lips. "Unlike the rest of the school, Slytherins aren't stupid. You clearly are not the Heir, especially since you're such close friends with people like Weasley and Granger." He sighed. "Listen. You're the Boy Who Lived and the Potter heir. You have a lot of political sway. Maybe even more than the Malfoys. Has Draco never told you about this?"

Harry blinked. "What?"

Blaise looked exasperated and irritated. "Go ask Draco about this. He'll explain it better." He turned to go. "You're the Boy Who Lived. You have the ability to change the Wizarding World."

Harry watched Blaise leave, in wonder. And he also left in search for Draco.

"There you are," he said, peering into the Owlery. Then he noticed the dark look on his friend's face. "Draco? Are you alright?"

Without glancing back, Draco's shoulders slumped. "I should've known that my father was going to speak up against my friendship with you sooner or later."

"Your father disapproves?" Harry asked, stamping down irritation at Lucius Malfoy. He had to respect him because he was Draco's father.

Draco nodded. "Yeah. He told me to distance myself from you or else I'm going to have to fight against my own father when Voldemort comes back."

Harry exhaled, pursing his lips in dismay. "He's already declared his allegiance to Voldemort? What about your mother?"

"My mother never truly participated in Death Eater activities, and I think she supports me in my decisions. My father, on the other hand… he's going to stick with Voldemort as the winning side unless you show him otherwise. Many former Death Eaters, and Slytherins in general, are going to turn to Voldemort if you don't show them that you can win against him," Draco said bluntly, looking at Harry. "I should've told you this before, but it's been pretty busy with all the Earthland business."

Harry nodded in understanding. "That's what Blaise was trying to talk to me about I think. And I understand. I've been too centered around Zeref and Earthland that I forgot about Earth. Blaise said that I can do a lot with my power and influence as the Boy Who Lived and the Potter heir. And I do realize that there are a lot of things in the Wizarding World that need change. Such as the prejudice against Dark Magic, and Slytherins." He sighed. "Before, my goal was to defeat Voldemort when he comes back, and then center all of my attention onto Zeref. I never really thought about the fact that maybe I should change things after defeating Voldemort, or spending more time integrating myself into this world."

Draco smiled. "I'm glad you understand. Blaise, and the other Slytherins that aren't part of Nott's posse have been talking to me about it, since I'm one of your friends. They've been getting worried since you haven't done anything yet."

"I defeated Quirrel last year," Harry pointed out.

"Well, you haven't done anything to reach out to them and gain allies," Draco amended.

Harry conceded the point, then grinned. "I think I have a plan." He glanced sharply at Draco. "What are you going to do about your father?"

"I do love my father," Draco began, "but my allegiance is to you and to defeating not only Voldemort and bringing out change, but aiding you in whatever war that engulfs Fiore."

Harry set his hand on Draco's shoulder, smiling in gratitude. "Thank you, Draco."

His friend smiled in return.

Draco returned to the Slytherin common room, and Harry headed towards the Sanctuary. He needed to talk to the Four about this.

"Hey, guys?" he said, looking at the Four. Godric and Professor Slytherin were arguing about something again, and the two females were sighing in exasperation. After he received their attention, he began to speak. "I've been thinking about my role in the Wizarding World."

They fell silent, gazing at him.

"I realized that I've been so caught up about Zeref and Earthland that I forgot about this world," Harry explained.

Slytherin smiled. "You are the chosen one to defeat Voldemort, but there is no obligation for you to do anything else. This world isn't your home."

"But I have the power to do, don't I? I have the power to help change this world for the better. Maybe even connect the nonmagical and magical worlds, like Earthland," Harry mused.

"In order to do that though, you need political allies, and public favor. No one knows you except for your friends," Ravenclaw pointed out.

"That's true," Harry sighed. "And in order to get allies, I'll need to spend a lot of time. We won't be able to go to Earthland for third year. And I'll have to talk with them about that..."

Godric nodded, looking pensive. "But before you declare anything, you should read about this world and the culture of the Wizarding World."

Harry agreed. "That's one thing to do. Maybe Hermione can help me with that." He rubbed his hands together in excitement. "And I finally thought of a way to deal with the issue of not being able to use a wand!" At the Four's expectant looks, Harry blurted out, "We don't hide it. We tell the school that we all know wandless magic! That'll bring a lot of allies over to our side, right?"

"That's true," Helga acquiesced softly. "But that's very risky. People will fear you, and people do not like what they fear. They'll come after you."

Harry shrugged. "We'll deal with that when it comes." He frowned. "But right now we should just plan first. With most people suspecting that I'm the Heir, I can't do much."

When he told the others about his plan to change the Wizarding World, Hermione let out a squeal. "Oh that would be wonderful! Imagine how the world would change for the better!"

"Or for the worse," Ron said pessimistically. "No offense, but the initial change is going to be hard." He frowned. "Wait, so we're not going to go the Earthland for third year? What are we going to do with the wand issue?"

Harry looked hesitant. "Well, you see… I was thinking… Maybe we could just let people know that you use wandless magic? It certainly would be a show of power." He braced himself for their reactions.

"Do you have any idea how much unwanted and dangerous attention we might get?!" Draco spluttered incredulously.

Fred propped his feet on top of the coffee table that was in middle of the semicircle of chairs the students occupied. "It is dangerous. Wandless magic is more explainable with you, Harry. You're the Boy Who Lived."

George picked up from where his twin left off. "But with Ron, or any of us, it's not going to be as easily accepted. People are going to be amazed, awed, but also scared."

"But fear is an inevitable companion to power," Hermione countered. "In order for people to listen to us and take us seriously, we need something that will persuade them to do so. Harry has the political influence, as does Sirius. With the wandless magic, we'll have the power as well."

Sirius agreed with her. "It is risky, but this will sway many people to our side." Turning to address Harry, he said, "If you need any help with learning the culture of the Wizarding World, I can help with that."

Harry nodded, giving his godfather a grateful smile before looking at Ron, who hadn't given his opinion. "Ron? What do you think of this?"

After a moment of silence, the youngest male Weasley said, "Let's do it. You have to take risks, and this one promises some good returns."

"Do you really think Potter's the heir, Ernie?" a timid voice asked nervously. Peering around a bookshelf, Harry saw a group of Hufflepuffs sitting at a table.

Ernie puffed up. "Of course! He's a Parselmouth, and that's an inherited trait of the Slytherin line."

Harry walked over, drawing the badgers' attentions. They all froze in terror, as if he was going to torture them. "You really think I'm the heir?" he asked, scornful. When their expressions told him they really did, he rolled his eyes. "I know intelligence isn't your strongest trait since you aren't Ravenclaws, but really, try to think for just a minute, won't you?" He refused to let them speak, surging forward in his scorn. "One of my best friends is a muggleborn if you've forgotten. And I'm halfblood myself, so it'd be highly hypocritical of me to go after muggleborns. "

Ernie opened his mouth, and then closed it, suddenly unsure. In the end, all his said was, "Well, I'm pureblood. You can search my family tree-"

"Contrary to your apparent belief, I do have a life, and I'm not wasting it caring about blood purity," Harry scoffed. He turned around, and headed towards the exit of the library. The inability for people to think astounded him.

"Don't worry, Harry Potter," a voice suddenly said dreamily behind him. "The Wrackspurts have seem to infested their brains, making them believe that you're the heir"

Harry whirled around, startled. A young girl with silvery white hair and large blue eyes stared back at him. He noticed the Ravenclaw symbol on her robes, and the radish earrings that hung from her ears. "Sorry, but you are?"

"Luna Lovegood," she answered in the same introspective tone.

Holding out his hand, Harry gave a polite smile. "Nice to meet you. Thanks for believing me, but what're Wrackspurts?"

"You can't see them without special glasses, but they're everywhere, and they infest your head. One sign of a Wrackspurt infestation is the inability to think clearly," Luna informed him solemnly. "You don't seem to have many Wrackspurts, but just in case they get ideas, I'll give you this necklace." She reached into her bag, and pulled out a necklace made of feathers and corks. She handed it to him. "This will protect you from Wrackspurts."

Harry blinked, staring at the necklace. He'd never heard of a Wrackspurt, but accepted the necklace anyway. "Thanks." He blinked again. "Sorry, but where are your shoes?"

"Oh, I'm looking for them!" she said, smiling. "The Nargles took them."

He frowned. "Do you need help with finding them?"

Her smile widened. "It's okay! They'll show up eventually."

"If you say so," he said. She nodded, so he bid her farewell.

That was… interesting, to say the least.