"Harry!" Hermione's voice pulled him from his sleep, and he woke up calmly for the first time in a long time. There were no minions around, no dark lords in his head, no nightmares, and best of all, no one had disturbed him at all!

"Yes, Hermione?" Harry asked, practically beaming. Today was going down in history as the best day of his life. And nobody would tell him otherwise.

Hermione, on the other hand, seemed a little off-put by his beaming.

"You look weird. What are you planning Harry?" Hermione asked, forgetting whatever she was going to say and curious about his current going-ons.

"Well, to be honest, Hermione," Harry almost sang. (Hermione's face went from curious and reserved to absolute horror and displeasure. Harry ignored that.) "I did this spell, you know, practice and all, and then suddenly, these seven people started following me. Today, I'm going to get rid of them!"

Hermione looked suspicious and wary. "Do you mean to say you're going to kill seven people?"

Harry frowned and then beamed. "Why would you think that Hermione? Do you think I'm capable of killing someone?"

Hermione's expression eased. "Of course, not Harry. Get ready and I'll meet you in the common room."

Harry nodded, happily, but Hermione paused before she left. "The twins wanted to see you about something, by the way."

And then she was gone, leaving Harry with a sense of foreboding. The twins wanting to see him was not good, not good at all. Quickly, he got ready and raced to the common room to meet Hermione. Ron was missing, which Harry found off, but now wasn't the time to ponder that.

'Now is the time to run,' he thought, seeing the twins.

"Hey, Hermione, how about we leave for the Great Hall right about now?" Harry asked, dragging her out of the portrait without waiting for a response. A few staircases down, he turned back to see the twins still following him. They gave him a grin that was not even slightly comforting.

Hermione forced them to a stop and turned to him, patience running out. "Harry, why are you acting like this?"

Harry laughed nervously, watching as the twins joined by Lestrange neared them. "Hermione, how about I tell you all about it in the great hall?"

She still looked suspicious, and her curiosity wasn't sated at all, but she started heading towards the Great Hall. Quickly Harry followed her, not turning back to look at the helpers. If he couldn't see them, they didn't exist. He breathed a sigh of relief as they walked into the Great Hall and took a seat at the Gryffindor table.

"Now, what is going on?" Hermione asked, exasperated and stern. Harry gulped as he saw the twins enter the hall. Terrible timing those twins.

"Would you believe me if I said that I performed a spell that called seven people to help me, but nobody else can see or hear these seven people?" Harry blurted out and then stopped in horror.

What if the entire thing was in his mind? Had he finally gone round the bend, off his rocker? But then, he reasoned, they wouldn't be calling for murder, because Harry's morals were perfectly fine, and Harry didn't want to murder anyone. Did he? Oh god, Merlin, anyone, what the hell was going on? And why was he using the word 'murder' so much? He didn't want to kill anyone, but what if he did? What if he had? It wouldn't be too bad if it was Umbridge or Snape or someone equally mean (like his previous Defense teachers, possibly excluding werewolf-Remus.).

He closed his eyes and opened them and then blinked. Those so-called helpers were influencing him even when they weren't around! This was not even in the realm of positive! They were all lunatics! Even the twins, and Bill! Even himself!

Wait, what? Harry wasn't a lunatic at all, dammit. Or maybe he was… he was talking to himself, after all. So, what's to say he was sane? Dumbledore wasn't sane.

Harry looked to the head table at that. If Dumbledore wasn't sane, and it wasn't too bad if Umbridge or Snape was murdered, then what was he so worried about? He could feel it now, an itching feeling, like static under his skin and butterflies doing acrobatics in his stomach. Wait a second, where was Snape?

"Where is Snape?" He asked Hermione, who was peacefully eating her breakfast. He hadn't started yet, but this was slightly higher on his list of priorities. Then he stopped himself mentally again. Why was Snape higher on his list of priorities than his own breakfast? To quote Ron here - 'he needs to sort out his priorities!'

He turned to look for the twins and found them standing right behind him.

"God!" He jumped again. They had to stop doing that. "What is going on?"

"So," the twin Harry assumed was Fred said, grinning cheerily. "We're ready to tell you our story."

"Um… what do you mean?" Harry asked, completely side-tracked. "And don't try to side-track me!"

"You know, the memories from like thousands and thousands and thousands of years ago? The ones we didn't remember?" George was grinning in an exact mirror to Fred.

"Yeah," Harry brightened. "Does that mean you remember now?"

"About that," Lestrange said, leaning over Hermione's shoulder to peek at her book. "We've had our memories from the beginning."

Harry blinked and then frowned. "You're telling me you knew exactly who you were and whose memories you had from the beginning, and you didn't tell me?"

"Look, Harry, no offense, but we wanted to see if you'd be able to handle it." Black stated, deadpan.

Harry took offense to that statement, and he wanted to smack Black's face, but that would make him feel like he was hitting Sirius, which was too disturbing to imagine. So, he turned to look at someone else only to land on Elvis, who had a smug smile, which made him want to hit him as well!

"So, did I pass?" He asked, mentally preparing to stick his tongue out at them. He was performing the other spell he found regardless of whatever happened! Even the gods couldn't stop him from performing that spell and saving himself from madness.

He probably imagined Elvis' voice in his head saying he was mad already, but he resolutely ignored it. It was not necessary.

They grinned, giving him that same sense of déjà-vu. It was disconcerting, their similarities.

Finally, George rolled his eyes. "Of course, you did!"

Harry stomach plummeted at the sight of their smiles. This was going to be the most amount of terrifying entertainment he would get in his life!