Right, new chapter out now, it's actually here so be happy. I'm skipping over the better part of this year cause it'd be boring and going straight into the next year after that, then Harry goes to Wales.

Disclaimer: Kuta-san no own Harry Potter or Negima or Steins Gate, but wish he did. Kuta-san being barbarian of D&D right now, half-Orc. Is dumb.

In Which Things are Remembered the Crossover Starts and I Hopefully Confuse Some People:

Harry looked on as the stupid Hat sang, he really hoped it didn't decide to be a dick to him, it'd done the same to other time-travelers before and Harry wanted nothing less than to avoid having to Obliviate the Obliviators that would be after him if the Hat spilled the beans. Speaking of stupid hats, Flitwick's was an abomination today... Fillius Flitwick... Fillius... Zect? Damn... He was going to have to actually deal with Cosmo Entelecheia this time wasn't he? Hmmm... Well, in a number of years anyway, once that bratty Welsh genius kid got to Mahora...

But back to his plans. Just as Harry was going to send out a Legillimnecy guillotine towards Quirrell (and hopefully kill Voldemort as well in one fell swoop) McGonagall called his name. Sighing in the subtlest way he knew how, Harry went over and put on the damnable Hat.

'Hmmm... Why are you even doing this again, Mr. Potter, for the Grades? You know they don't matter, what with your fame and all, you could get T's for every subject on both OWL's and NEWT's and still be Head of any department or Minister with no issues.' Well the Hat was certainly feeling snide today.

'Mostly so that I can be the boy genius who studies at the Merdiana Magic Academy in Wales and beats out everyone there as a genius so I can go to the Magical World in time to crush the real threat to Magical Society, Cosmo Etelecheia, before any serious shit goes down. Also, most of my friends are here and I plan to keep in touch. I've got to be done here in two years, done with the Academy in four and a half and be in the Magical World before Negi gets there. Also, most of the friends I made in life were from Hogwarts, and some of them I'd like to help in their lives beyond how I originally did.' He figured that the Hat would like forthright and honest answers. Being a lying bastard wasn't his forte anyway.

The Hat was quiet for a bit before yelling aloud. "Gryffindor, sixth year, except for Potions and History of Magic for both of which he is at the First year level!"

McGonagall Sputtered for a second, clearly having never heard of this type of thing ever happening, as did most of the staff. McGonagall was cut off just as she was about to speak by a twinkly-eyed Dumbledore. "Please, Ferdinand, tell me... Why are you putting the boy so far ahead of his skill level? And what gives you the right to decide this?"

The Hat replied in what seemed to be a fit of anger. "I'll have you know, Dumbledore, that I was the one the Founders asked to sort the children based not only upon where they would fit in best, but also where the were skill-wise and which level of education they were ready for, it's just been so long since the home-schooling practices of the founders time died that no one remembered that I used to do this as well. And as for the boy, it's because he has functional knowledge through experimentation with what I'm going to call wandless magic to be on par with a seventh year in his own right in the core classes and most electives as well, he just needs a bit more time to refine it, touch of work in the theoretical aspects of the subjects, and some actual instruction in defense before I'd say he was qualified." The Hat then huffed in indignation before appearing to calm and asking Harry. "Mr. Potter, out of Care of Magical Creatures, Arithmancy, Ancient Runes, Muggle Studies, and Divination which would you like to take as electives, mind you that in some of these you'll be at the beginners level, like Care of Magical Creatures and Divination?"

"Well, from what I've read... Care of Magical Creatures, Arithmancy, and Ancient Runes sound the most interesting, and Non-magical Studies Seems like it'd be interesting as well, seeing the culture I was brought up in from an outsiders point of view." Harry replied, pretending to think.

McGonagall, still gobsmacked, watched him walk to obviously Gyffindor table, seeing as it had a lion on the banner that hung above it. Fillius seemed to think it was to be expected and Snape seemed absolutely livid. Harry's smirk and glee were withheld. It wouldn't do to let them all think he felt superior, seeing as they wouldn't know that the smirk would be from his plans all coming together, and the glee from the look on Snape's face. Even with the somewhat angry looks he received from the rest of the school at the fact that they felt it wasn't fair that he could just skip five years of study, he felt that this was the best day of his life, and ate what he felt was a much deserved feast.

Harry was bored with these classes, he'd been surprising the Professor's with his knowledge and skill since the first week, and had already gotten the stupid rock from the worthless mirror. Quirrell was dead and he had a disguised simulacrum working in his place, the snake hadn't been an issue, and he'd put a suggestion in the Headmaster's mind to have the Triwizard Tournament next year. This was why he had never actually gone back in time before after he'd worked out the Arithmancy for it. This tedium was killer.

He'd spring-boarded himself into the advanced sixth year courses in the first month and had been making it seem to be a struggle for him to keep up. He'd done the OWL's with the fifth years, as he couldn't actually justify not taking them to anyone, sure he was in sixth year classes but to the rest of Magical Britain, he had to have the OWL's and NEWT's to get a job. But summer was upon him and he was Voldemort free... Maybe a vacation around the world by himself? He could call himself Mister Black and be a badass... Meh, overdone.

Affinia was bored, so maybe he could head over to Hermione's and ask if she wanted to spend the summer with him and Sirius? That'd be cool. He hadn't had to deal with the troll and had told Ron off for his callousness when Halloween had come around and told Ron to back off and that they weren't friends anymore before going after Hermione. He'd found her in the bathroom and told her that he'd be there for her, no matter what Ron said and that she could use him as a support for as long as she needed him. She'd been clingy since and had replaced the books and teachers on her pedestal of 'infallible things in this world' with him.

It had weirded Harry out how much she seemed to obsess over him in those few weeks before he sat her down and told her that as he would be graduating next year, it would be bad for her to make him the center of her world. He said he'd still be her best friend once he left, but that until she graduated she'd have to focus on her studies, rather than being his cheer squad. The funniest thing was that, after he'd said that she'd studied through to third year and asked for a competency test so she could skip to fourth year, which she had aced.

Well, anyway back to the summer plans... Well, he'd ask her about it after he'd gotten through with his 4 o'clock appointment with the principal at the Meridiana Academy to see about enrolling in '93.

As four o'clock rolled around harry transported himself to the Academy through a different means then his space-time folding portals. He took the principles of koku shundo and applied his mana to them before Apparating, allowing him to bypass the usual limitations of Apparation by being capable of standing on air through constant application of koku shundo powered by magical energy and intending to do so with it. He'd learned to do so from the Dark Evangel in his sixth century of life, and boy was she a firecracker. Though quite appreciative of his teaching her Shapeshifting. He hadn't actually seen her since his eighteenth century, so talking to her in Mahora would be nice.

Regardless, it took little more than an instant to get to Meridiana in that fashion, and he was quickly escorted to the Principal's office, the door of which bore a plaque reading: Gavyn Ajax, Principal.

Upon walking in Harry came face to waist with a tall fairly dark skinned man in what appeared to be his late sixties with hair and a beard on par with Dumbledore's. Wary of the man from appearance, though he knew it to judgmental of him to be such, Harry immediately scanned his thoughts and memories for signs of being one of Dumbledore's tools. Not a single indication of it, though he held far more actual talent in magic of both the wizard and mage varieties than he seen in Dumbledore's head. This man was also more concerned for the safety of his students and their actual ability than Dumbledore and had even dealt with a time traveler recently, a man by the name of Bartholomew Yoslef, who'd been trying to save a small village in one of the Majority World countries from being destroyed. What a nice guy.

So, being the forthright and likely insane person that he was, Harry shook the Gavyn's hand and got to the point. "Good day Mr. Ajax, as you know, I'm Harry Potter and am here for my interview to see if I have the talent for magecraft and your side of Societies magic style. What you aren't aware of is that I'm actually the mind of my older self from the future inside of my younger self's body." The man blinked a bit and seemed confused.

"What now? How does that even work?" He seemed confounded. "To do that you'd have to have a mind and soul that could survive without a body to not die during transport across timelines. And a body that could survive the temporal paradox created by two souls existing in the same body before a meld could bring the two of you together..." As the man continued to make assumptions about Harry's existence Harry pondered the man's knowledge and that he was entirely correct in his assumptions. "So how are you here given all of that?" He finished not too long thereafter.

"Well, for one thing, due to a number of rituals performed by my parents during the Civil War that ended eleven years ago, rituals deemed to be in line with the 'Light', that combined in a unique way, my body and soul cannot be separated by magical means, including curses that kill indirectly and nuclear devices as nuclear energy was discovered to be the source of all life, and thusly magic. So in essence my soul didn't travel through time by it self, time was actually reset by a massive electro-gravitaton-magical distortion and my soul, being the instigator of said phenomenon, retained memory of events to pass. I guess in all actuality I didn't so much move through time as much as I shifted world lines and retained both memory and skill, as well as magical capability." Harry answered him while slowly aging himself to about his late teens. "For another, as you mentioned the levels of power of any sort to fuel such a leap were indeed massive such being the case, I wish to inform you of a fact I had discovered about myself. Due to the effects of the aforementioned rituals and the small fragment of a ritually enhanced soul that inhibited bodily aging beyond it's prime of of life and my technical in ability to die, I am functionally immortal, I lived to be about fourteen thousand years old before an experiment I had been working on backfired and I was shot back here." Gavyn was shell shocked at this. "The goblins can certify this."

He asked to confirm this to which Harry agreed. Ten minutes later after returning, Gavyn was silent for a solid five minutes more at least before asking. "What can a young man such as I do for you, venerable elder?" Well, that was a reaction that Harry quite liked. It was ego stroking and productive all at once.

"I need a basis for having learned your art, and quickly, I believe that the record time for graduating from you school with adequate scores was five years yes?" Harry asked, receiving a nod in reply. "I'm going to have to do it in four and a half and set myself up in the magical world as a powerful mage. Because the organization that Ala Rubra was fighting isn't dead. Cosmo Entelecheia is still in existence and they are plotting as we speak, they move in a few years, and I wish to do as much as I can to stop them, and the first step in that is having the ability to help the child who was able to bring them down the last time, Negi Springfield, son of the Thousand Master, so that if I somehow fail to stop them, he will in my place."

Gavyn nodded at this, well aware of the seriousness of the situation at hand if Harry were to be believed. "When do you need to be enrolled?" He inquired, ready to help in whatever way he could.

"Next year, after this one in Hogwarts, the Sorting Hat was more helpful to me than it has been to others in similar situations and I was sorted into sixth year Gryffindor." Harry replied. "I can't thank you enough for your kindness, Gavyn, you may ask of me what boon you will, and if it is within my power to grant, than it will be done."

Gavyn seemed overawed by this offer. A boon from a man who'd had over ten-thousand years to ply the magical arts? Such a thing seemed to good to be true. "Could perhaps you watch over my grandniece in Germany once I pass? She turned four this last July and as her guardian I have found no one I deem suitable for the position of her Godfather yet. Her parents and Godparents all died in an accident two years ago, and it would ease my heart knowing that there would always be someone looking out for her, after my passing. None could possibly look after her more completely than you."

Harry smiled at the mans selflessness and replied. "It would be very much a pleasure to help you in that regard." As he and Gavyn worked out more of the details of the alliance being forged, Harry smiled, it was a good day.

POV change, Hermione:

Hermione watched in wonder as Harry flew in on his miniature dragon. His wild hair flaring in the wind, his face alight with the joy he found in flight, his eyes flashing mirthfully. He was so utterly perfect, in every way. She didn't deserve his kindness... No, he'd told her, these thoughts lead to obsession and obsession could lead to insanity... Which could lead to her doing things she'd regret, that could make him not like her anymore so they had to stop... But that light, in his eyes and face, his aristocratic features... So beautiful... She snapped to attention as she realized he was talking to her. "I'm sorry, I was... thinking." She said weakly.

Naromal POV:

Harry was concerned for Hermione, she was obsessing again... She seemed liable to develop some serious mental problem if it kept going like this. "I was saying that I was planning to enroll at the Meridiana Magic Academy in Wales after this year. They focus more on practical applications of magic than Hogwarts, which while practical, still has junk courses like the out of date Non-magical Studies or Divination which is actually focused on seeing the future rather than trends in the course of an individuals life, or the view of distant places through means such as scrying." Harry replied.

"I think it would give me a greater variety of knowledge and they have a better Defense course." She seemed taken aback by that. "You wondering why that's what I seem more interested in?" She nodded hesitantly. "Hey, be more assertive, I'm not always right and stuff you know?" He grinned as she gave a sharper nod and word of understanding. "Anyway, the reason why is cause I'm gonna be an Auror or maybe a Hit Wizard and I want to be able to say I've got the best education I can get, and as far as combat goes? The Meridiana Academy is the best."

She looked thoughtful at that. "Then were would you go for something like the best Charms and Transfiguration?" She asked.

"Hogwarts." He said sagely. "They have the best Professor's in those and in Arithmancy, Ancient Runes, Potions, and Astronomy. It's why they say they're the best in the world. On average they are, it's just the combat and Divination that they aren't quite the best at though Tralawney isn't actually bad she just tries too hard."

Hermione smiled at this and said in a both excited and prim tone. "Well then, I'm gonna have to make it better when I'm Headmistress! I can't let them say they're the best when they aren't the best at everything it makes them sound better than they are!"

Harry smiled, Operation: Shift Hermione's Life Focus, Successful. "Although... Meridiana is only the best when it comes to elemental magic combat, like calling on elemental spirits to aid you in battle." Harry said in a thoughtful manner. "I hear that in Japan there is a school of magic swordsmen. That could be helpful." He already knew the style in it's entirety but he couldn't allow himself to be viewed as a thief of styles, so he'd become an unparalleled prodigy. God this was complicated. Though at least he finally had the opportunity to test himself against Jack Rakan... Oh would that be a good fight.

End~

To anyone who can spot the Steins Gate reference, kudos. To anyone who can actually remembers the barely mentioned Fillius Zect, member of Ala Rubra (their boy genius mascot who I used as a plot device here), more kudos. Flamers who say I paced this too fast, Harry doesn't feel emotionally involved with the people he's learning with, he finds them all childish, even the adults to an extent. So until Hermione matures a tad, she won't be too much of an influence. The Triwizard Tournament and Luna coming to Hogwarts will make the next chapter or three focused more on Hogwarts itself than this was. Yeah, he's gonna go up against Jack, and be mildly impressed that such a comparatively young guy could be that stupidly skilled.