As a magical shockwave rippled through the wizarding world, it unlocked memories of past lives in six people. Then, picking up seven of them, one already had all the memories and had remained for a long, long time, transported them through the powerful wards of Hogwarts. All of this without alerting the Ministry of Magic, Albus Dumbledore, or Tom Riddle, because young Harry Potter deserved some help and these seven did as well, albeit in different ways, and this was the best choice. So, when the magic cleared and they all saw each other, they were understandably confused.

"Who the hell are you and what the hell are you doing here?" Harry asked, pointing his wand at the seven random guys suspiciously. He had performed the spell hoping that someone useful would be pulled out of time, you know, like his parents, who were dead, or like Merlin, or even the founders. Not seven random people who were also obviously confused.

"Now, now, Harrykins. Is that any way to greet us?" Two voices piped up in sync. The only people who spoke like that were Fred and George Weasley, who were the only magical, identical twins that Harry knew of.

"Fred and George, what on earth are you doing here? Also, why am I here?" Another voice asked, and Harry turned around to see Bill Weasley standing behind him. Why did the spell bring them to him anyway?

"Maybe Harry here…" Fred said, or maybe it was George who spoke.

"Should explain that to us?" The other twin finished, and most of the other inhabitants of the room turned to Harry expectantly.

To Harry's horror, he saw not only Lucius Malfoy but also three other dark-haired people who were most likely death eaters. And that was only based on their looks. Surprisingly, all four of them were sitting very politely against the wall. And well, if magic decided he should trust them, he would give them the benefit of the doubt, for now.

"Well, see I need help in this war. So, I performed a spell that will get people who can help me from any time. Also, I'm curious, I don't know half of you and those I do know are not from some other time or they are on the opposite side as me in the war. I'm also fairly sure that the spell probably didn't work properly!" Yes, Harry was rambling and yes, he was annoyed.

Bill chuckled, followed by Fred and George snickering. So, he scowled at them.

"The spell gives certain people memories of past lives that would be useful to them and you, Harry. These memories can be from any time since the beginning of this world. It doesn't bring the people here, just finds the best match in personality and thought processes of the person in the past century." Bill explained calmly, after reading over the spell.

"As for who we are," one of the dark-haired males spoke up, "do you want our current names or those of our memories?"

"Both preferably." Harry said, and all the people exchanged looks. "And what is the problem?"

"You see, we don't have all our memories yet. So, we don't actually know our other names, just some important parts, like the fact that I fought in a war, scratch that, multiple wars." Another dark-haired guy spoke up. This guy looked similar to Sirius. "I'm Regulus Black, by the way. It was 1979, as far as I know, when I died."

Harry just blinked at him. Did he just say that he had died, in 1979? Oh well, not the time to be checking out the logistics of this extremely weird spell. Maybe he should read even the really tiny messages in the book before trying a spell next time? He had forgotten to do that this time, maybe that was the problem. Meanwhile, the next person introduced himself.

The first dark-haired person spoke up again. "I'm Rabastan Lestrange, from the year 1989. I was dying of starvation and depression in Azkaban, last thing I remember. I feel like it's the second time I've died, and that I deserved it both times."

Well, would you look at that. Another death eater, from Azkaban no less!

"I'm assuming you already know me. I'm Lucius Malfoy, and I am from the year 1998. I was killed during some important battle that I cannot remember. Same way I died the first time, it seems." Malfoy's father did not speak like a politician, nor like the blustering person Harry spoke to a couple of years ago. He seemed more grounded and in tune with everything now.

"Who are you?" Harry asked the last person, another dark-haired guy. This guy had the same silver eyes that Lucius Malfoy and Regulus Black had, which was weird. It was like all of them, even the Weasleys had something in common. In fact, now that he was searching for it, Bill had the same silver eyes as the others. Which was pretty odd, but truthfully, wizards were and always will be odd.

"Von Brandt, Elvis Von Brandt. It's a pleasure to meet you, Harry Potter. Malfoy, Black, Lestrange, and…" He left the last bit open ended so that the Weasleys could introduce themselves to the others.

"William Weasley. And my brothers, Frederick and George Weasley. Nice to meet you." Bill introduced; it was a very formal greeting. Harry wouldn't have introduced anyone like that, and he didn't even know that Fred's name was Frederick or that Bill's was William. One would have thought that his best friend would have introduced his brothers properly!

Based on the conversation that had started up between the seven people, Harry assumed that they were all getting on well. Or as well as possible, considering Fred and George were hissing quite savagely at Lestrange and how Bill and Von Brandt were having a very, very formal speak off. Also, was Malfoy (Merlin, that is going to get confusing really fast) mocking Black? What on earth were they all arguing about anyways? They had all literally just met, and they were already acting like some close friends that Harry had seen around, or better yet, like siblings! It was definitely time to go to bed. Maybe this terrifying dream would just go away then?