Harry took one look around the old hut on the rock, having landed exactly where he'd once curled up so many years ago, and honestly agreed now, "we're doomed." The place was in the exact same distress as he remembered it, the thin blanket hardly covering his shivering torso back then looked like a rag now, the broken sofa Ron finished snapping in half what Dudley and Hagrid hadn't managed, the unlit fireplace Malfoy landed in and the mold infested floor Hermione was lucky not to break right through as well as the disturbing bed with stains nobody wanted to identify Lupin and Tonks landed on. Sirius was just grateful it was big enough that nobody was standing on his tail this time as he stood up and shook off the rain being shoved through the walls by the gail force winds.

Harry's heart just kept sinking as he gazed at the book, its red cover distinct in the rooms dark, lightless space. If they were really being flashed around through his past...he grimaced in concern and turned to Lupin, but kept eyeing the dog with far more concern, "ah, has Dumbledore ever um, told you of what I got up to before you were my teacher?"

"Bits and pieces here and there," he shrugged without concern, "McGonagall's told me some more." His eyes rested on Sirius too, and he nodded to confirm Sirius had been given the same treatment.

Harry wasn't feeling much better. "So, if I told you that if this pattern continues, we might run into a troll and three headed dog at some point, you won't freak out?"

Both human adults freaked out, Lupin and Tonks shouting 'what' together as loud as Aunt Petunia had once shrieked in this very place while Padfoot whined as loudly as if somebody had kicked him.

"Damn, yeah, we're doomed," Harry groaned as he sat on the ground and gazed at Ron and Hermione.

"Dumbledore's really never said how Harry defeated Voldemort the first time?" Hermione asked in surprise.

"Never in detail," Lupin said aghast. "Certainly never either of those things!"

"Well we lived through it when we were eleven," Ron said robustly, even clapping Neville on the shoulder as he finished, "I'm sure it'll go even more smoothly this time!"

Neville did not look enthused, he'd had nightmares about that three headed dog for weeks and was not keen on the sudden idea being presented they were going to be back around him.

Draco had not a single clue what they were talking about with such a cerberus, and hoped they were just being ridiculously stupid as usual talking about that troll getting in first year, it hadn't hurt anyone important or he would have heard about it. He got up to the front door and threw it wide open, only for his smug expression and reward to be a gallon of salty water in the face and nearly slipping right into the ocean in surprise. Ron reached out and snatched the back of his robes in disgust, slamming the door back.

"If I die because of you being an idiot Malfoy, I'm going to kill you," he promised, pushing him away. "Sit quietly and don't be stupid!"

"If anyone's going to get us all killed it'll be you Weasle King," he snapped back in disgust as he straightened out his robes from those filthy paws on him. "At least I'm still trying to get us out of this mess!"

"Please," Hermione begged, "let's all just give each other some space, we all want out of this." She took Ron's arm and gently led him over to sit on the destroyed couch, ignoring Malfoy glowering at her as usual.

Neville gulped, but didn't want to seem like a coward who would probably piss himself when all came up and volunteered to grab the book this time. Harry waved carelessly and leaned against Sirius with disinterest at the rehash of his past, running his fingers over his scar and still thinking about his mum and dad the whole chapter.

Sirius and Lupin's words had helped, some, for Sirius to admit that he and his dad had been a bit of an idiot, to know his dad had changed a bit over the next year, enough his mum had given dating him a shot and Snape had still been the same arsehole he'd been to Harry his past five years and still cursed his dad whenever they crossed paths.

He wished he could talk to some of Lily Potter's old friends too sometimes, especially as he had to listen to Aunt Petunia's hateful speech about his mother again, but glanced guiltily from his godfather to Lupin and chewed over weather to ask if they knew of any that existed. He didn't want them to think he didn't value their words at all, but it still would have been nice to hear another side to it all as well.

"Blimey Harry, to think you knew even less than when I met you, not knowing your own story," Ron said in shock for Hagrid having to tell the Boy Who Lived his own story. The awe of his best friend being the most famous wizard alive had worn off after those first few days when Harry had been just as confused in the new school as him.

Harry smiled at his best mate and tried to tell himself to stop dwelling so much on the far distant past, his eyes prickling with sudden tears of joy even as his more recent past leapt out at him in a slightly more bitter sweet way as he suddenly realized he'd get to see the mirror again, even just the visible image of physically being in the same space as them again felt like the promise of a warm hug right now from the two he so desperately wanted back in his life. He laughed along with Ron and Neville for Dudley getting a pigs tail from Hagrid's temper and smiled with the first hint of anticipation to come as Neville warned he was on the last sentence.