It was the middle of summer. The Dursleys were away from the house on vacation, and Harry was locked in his room. He was sitting on the bed rubbing his palms together, it felt like they were burning, but rubbing seemed to help. He had a little food and a few bottles of water, barely enough to sustain even his small form. Harry stopped rubbing his hands together when they didn't hurt anymore and closely examined the palms to see if there was anything wrong, only to be surprised to find two mouths one in the middle of each hand. Harry quickly ripped up the cleanest of Dudley's hand-me-down shirts into stripes and wrapped his hands in them to hide the mouths. This solution worked well enough with Harry using cuts he received on his hands from some thorns as an excuse for the bandages. Luckily it held out until the train since the wizarding community generally had no clue how long it took injuries to heal without magical assistance. When he found an empty compartment Harry unwrapped his hands and cast multiple spells to hide the mouths. Harry then looked out the window and watched the scenery go by. He was startled out of his stupor by someone knocking on the door of the compartment before they opened the door. "Hey, I didn't say you could come in, un," Harry said while glaring at the person that rudely barged in.

"You know I don't like to be kept waiting," came the answering response from Terri Boot.

Harry blinked, "what?"

Terry sat down after storing his trunk "My name is Terry Boot, Ravenclaw, fifth year. When did you start doing that?" he asked.

"Doing what, un?" Harry asked while shaking off a feeling of nostalgia.

"Saying 'un' at the end of every sentence," answered Boot.

Harry shrugged, "dunno, it just feels natural, un."

"Hmm," Terry didn't say anymore.

The snack trolley came by a few minutes later and Harry bought some pumpkin pasties but noticed that Terry didn't buy anything. "Why didn't you get anything, not hungry, un?"

Terry looked up from the book he was reading, "Huh? Oh. I guess I'm not that hungry. Haven't been since this summer."

"Mhm…," then the compartment returned to its previous silence.

A while later there was a knock on the door. Both occupants of the compartment looked at the door, extremely irritated that someone disturbed the oddly companionable silence. Then, before either of the two said anything, two more people entered the compartment. "So this is where you have been Harry. We were looking for you all over the train," Hermionie said while she and Ron sat down completely uninvited and unwanted, then she noticed Harry's hands, "what happened to your bandages?"

"The cuts healed so I took them off, un," Harry responded while changing spots to sit next to Terry.

"When did you start doing that mate?" asked Ron.

"Doing what, un?" asked Harry.

"Saying 'un'," Hermionie butted in, "is it a charm of sorts? Is it because of…" she paused, looking at Terry, before gesturing to her forehead where his scar would be.

"I don't think that's any of your business, un," responded Harry indignantly, "don't you have your duties as prefects to attend to, un."

Hermionie huffed while grabbing Ron and dragging him out of the compartment before slamming the door behind them. Harry waited until he was sure they were gone before bursting into peals of laughter. He collapsed onto Terry's shoulder, finally calming down and reclining on the remaining bench space he let the silence return. Harry dozed off using Terry's shoulder as a pillow. Terry noticed his companion falling asleep, so he moved the younger's head to his lap and started petting his hair. By the time everyone was sitting down for the feast tensions between the golden trio hadn't eased, resulting in Harry sitting next to Neville.

The next morning Harry noticed something odd; when he woke up and put on his glasses everything was blurry. He took his glasses off planning to clean them when he noticed that he was now able to see clearly without them. 'The famous potter luck,' he thought to himself ruefully before tossing the now useless things into his trunk and getting ready for the day. It went surprisingly smoothly, with only a couple of questions about the absence of his glasses here and there, mostly from Ron and Hermione. That is until his first Defence Against the Dark Arts class of the year, where he was given detention after blowing up at Umbitch.

The day after that he noticed that his hair was slowly turning blonde and his once emerald green eyes were melting into a more turquoise color. Shrugging it off, Harry finished getting ready and went to the great hall for breakfast. Sitting down at the table Harry grabbed some toast. After a few minutes, Ron and Hermionie appeared at the table and began interrogating him about his new look, unaware of the murderous glare they were receiving from the Ravenclaw table.

Sasori was aware of who he was, and through careful observation of other students he had a few theories of others who were reincarnated and who they may be. The most important being that Deidara was close to waking up. But there was one thing in the way. Dumbledore. Terry left the table for his first class without touching his food, after all he had no need to eat.

Harry entered the potions classroom with a little less trepidation than normal, mainly because this was one of the few times they shared with the Ravenclaws. That day they were working on a fairly simple potion that was very volatile, which exited Harry greatly. Near the end of class one of the Ravenclaw's potions blew up in a truly fantastic way. "What wonderful art…" he breathed as his final mouth appeared on his chest. Snape vanished all their potions and kicked the students out. He sulked as he walked out of the classroom and got lost in his newly recovered memories. He barely noticed when he was grabbed by the arm and dragged somewhere. He thought it may have been Hermionie originally, but then noticed a flash of red hair and thought it was Ron instead. Both assumptions were proven wrong when he heard a door close before the person hugged him.

"Took you long enough,"

Deidara froze, he recognized that voice, "Sasori?"

"Of course."

Deidara was standing there stunned before he let himself fall to pieces, "Y-you BAKA Sasori-Danna, un!" Deidara clutched onto Sasori with as much force as he could muster, which admittedly wasn't much with his malnourishment. And began sobbing into Sasori's shoulder.

Sasori silently planned revenge on those responsible for the mistreatment Deidara had suffered, his ribs could be clearly felt through the Hogwarts robes, while petting Dei's hair. When Deidara calmed, Sasori wiped away the leftover tears, "I never meant to leave you behind, you are fully aware I don't like to keep anyone waiting. We've missed dinner and you have your detention to get to, come back when you've finished. Just walk in front of the portrait right outside three times while thinking of our old room. Hurry back, we have much to discuss."

Deidara rushed to Umbitch's office. When he arrived he entered her office without warning, only to immediately regret it. The monstrosity of an office was burned into his retinas. The bright pink and cat-infested thing that paid residence to the human toad was so horrible he was almost glad she handed him the parchment and quill to write lines until he went to dip the quill in some ink so he could begin. "Hey, there's no ink, un," he said.

"Oh don't worry about that dear just start writing," came the much too sweet response.

Deidara felt dread permeate his being at the implication of those words. He wrote one sentence to test his theory, only to feel pain blossom on the back of his left hand. He glanced at his hand and watched in fascinated horror as the words carved themselves into his hand. Steeling himself Deidara switched to writing with his right hand and continued writing, holding back a wince as the wounds were dug deeper and the pain got worse. This wasn't the worst injury he had sustained in either life but it was one of the most painful, probably because of some form of magic. Each time his hand shook the magic tore up his hand more. By the time he was released the back of his hand was in tatters. Deidara had his jaw clenched in pain while he used his robe to try and staunch the blood flow.

Sasori was working on one of his puppets when he heard the door open, he sealed the puppet and looked at Deidara. Once Deidara was closer he noticed the darker splotches on his robe. Sasori immediately scanned Deidara for any injuries and noticed that he was pressing his sleeves onto his hands. Sasori reached and grabbed Deidara's wrists pulling his hands in for closer inspection. Sasori sat Deidara down before he retrieved some medical supplies and cleaned up the wounds. After that was done, he left using the window and ran on the outer walls of the school to the hospital wing. Sasori stole some potions he needed and returned to the room to give Deidara the potions. He then pulled the two beds together and snuggled with Deidara until the morning sun rose.

"Hey, Danna, what am I going to wear? My clothes are dirty, un," asked Deidara while Sasori was replacing the bandages on his hands, not trusting him to do it himself. Without saying anything Sasori used his chakra strings to throw a pile of clothes at Deidara and then stitched up the mouth on Deidara's chest just like it used to be before they died.

"Konan should be in the great hall," Sasori said while sealing seven packages in a scroll.

Deidara entered the bathroom to change and caught a glimpse of his reflection in the mirror, and noticed that he no longer looked like Harry. Changing into his old outfit, minus the cloak and hat, he tied his hair in a high ponytail as he left the bathroom. When they entered the great hall, Sasori dragged Deidara toward the Ravenclaw table and a girl that was sitting apart from everyone else. They garnered a lot of stares for their outfits, which they ignored. While Sasori filled Deidara's plate with food to help him recover he also filled Konan in on what he had learned. Deidara joined the conversation after he gave up on picking his own breakfast, "how should we wake the others? I'll have the best access to the Gryffindors, un."

They switched to Japanese, noticing the Ravenclaws were trying to eavesdrop, "The best method would be to leave a reminder of their past life where they can find it," Sasori produced a storage scroll, "These would be best. Each package is marked with the name of the owner and contains Items I have gathered that were important to the recipient."

"Give me the Slytherin ones," Konan demanded, "I know the password."

Sasori handed the packages over "How did you get it?"

Konan smirked, "No one cares about 'Loony Lovegood'" she set the packages next to her on the bench, "she's too out of it to pay attention and too stupid to remember,"

Deidara almost choked on his food before Sasori hit him on his back, "I will handle Hufflepuff," he removed a package from the scroll before handing it to Deidara, "The rest are Gryffindor."

Deidara tucked the scroll into an inner pocket before finishing off his breakfast, "new or old names, un?"

"Old names of course," Sasori stated, "figure it out yourself."

Deidara watched as the other two left the great hall before getting up in a huff and, making sure no one was looking at him directly, moved into the shadows of the great hall near the Gryffindor table to begin his observations.