Harry

(July 31st, 1985.)

"Wake up boy!" A loud shrill voice yelled in the house, pulling Harry out of his deep sleep.

As he opened his eyes, he took in his surroundings and groaned in frustration and slight relief.

He took in his surroundings and groaned in frustration and slight relief.

"I'm back?"

"Yep kid, you're back in this hellhole. But we're not putting up with their shit. We're stopping their stupid asses now"

Al said, floating next to Harry's small bed.

"How are going to stop them? You're a ghost, and I have no wand."

"Well, we got another option. I'm your mentor, and I know about something you can do. Ya see Harry, I am-was a mobster, so I know how to kill people... I happen to know your 'uncle' has something in his possession we can use."

Al explained, causing Harry to remember his uncle having a certain weapon in 1991.

"The shotgun?"

"The shotgun." Al said, grinning a broad grin. "We got to wait till tonight though''.

"Alright, I can wait."

Neville.

(January 1st, 1987)

"Neville! You have lessons today, get up!" A voice Neville recognized as his grandmother called out in the manor loudly, causing him to wake up.

Neville sat up then, swinging his legs off of the bed, before heading for his wardrobe.

After dressing, he looked around his old room. After living a life as a teenager, his childhood room irritated him.

"Do not despair Lord Longbottom, there will be time to adjust things later. We must attend to your grandmother." Robert Catesby said a neutral tone as he appeared beside him.

"I'm fat again... " Neville whined, remembering how hard it had been to lose the weight the last time.

"It matters not Lord Longbottom, we have much time to fix things."

"Alright then, let's go Robert."

"Right away, let us go." The ghost said, leading the way for Neville, straight to the kitchen.

"Ah Neville, took you long enough. Come on now, you have Noble lessons today." Augusta Longbottom said, pulling out a portkey. Normally Neville would be annoyed by his grandmother, but she had been the one to give him the rifle, which helped out greatly...

"Yes gran."

Luna

(January 1st, 1990)

"Luna love, time for breakfast!" Her mother yelled out for her, though she had already been awake.

She practically flew down the stairs, before sitting at their dining table, eager to see the one person she missed the most.

In the kitchen, her mother was cooking away at something, though she still talked with them.

Luna almost cried at the sight of her mother, but held it in.

"Luna... have you interfered with the current path of Time?" Xenophilius asked his daughter, looking at her face in a concerned manner. Pandora also looked over at her, she wondered what happened to cause time travel being needed.

"I have father. I've come from ten years into the future, where my friend was betrayed by several people, and Lucifer came and killed them." Luna said, in her (now known to be false) dreamy voice.

She wasn't even concerned with her parents knowing.

"Luna, is there anything we should know about the future?" Her mother asked, sitting down with the two of them.

"Mother dies two months from now, you were experimenting with a new spell of yours, and died from the blastback. Father, you died a few days before I did."

"You mentioned... Lucifer, as in the Devil?" Her father asked, slightly scared at the news.

"Yeah, but don't worry. Luci is nice, he took me and my friend Neville to our friend Harry. He also sent the three of us back in time, and edited the timeline to make everything work right." Luna explained, walking over to the kitchen to resume her mother's cooking.

"Okay then... " Xenophilius said, almost instantly over the news. He already knew that Life is Strange. He just considered this one more thing on the list of strange things about it.

Harry

"Okay, we know where the shotgun is, but the gun case is locked. What now?" Harry asked the specter, as Al seemed to have all the answers.

"Well, if we get it out, an alarm will go off. Another thing is, you're too weak to lift it, and the recoil from it would probably kill you. I do know something we can try though, Lucifer told me another one of your funny words."

Al said, leaving Harry curious to the word.

"A spell? Which one?"

"I believe he called it Impero." Al said, before moving his move in the wand pattern the spell would require.

"But I don't have a wand."

"Luci knew you wouldn't have one, and if he was right, you have a birthday gift waiting for you in the cupboard. Happy Sixth Birthday Harry!" Al exclaimed, patting Harry on the back, though it didn't do anything really, as his hand just sank into Harry's back.

After giving a quick thanks, Harry walked to the cupboard and was surprised.

The entire cupboard was decorated in birthday decorations, and was topped off with a large cupcake and a single present box.

"Oh wow... " Harry muttered, as he quickly took a chomp out of the cupcake, before grabbing the box.

On the top sat a note written on very expensive stationary.

Happy Birthday Harry, enjoy blasting the fuck out of people!

Your beloved Devil,

-Lucifer

After reading and placing the note aside, he took the wrappings off the box and opened it.

In the center of the box, a single wand sat on a dark wooden stand.

The wand was made of a white shade of wood, and had strange bumps along the sides of it.

On the handle of the wand, was what seemed to be a crude grip hold made of black leather.

Harry picked the wand up and waved it, to his surprise, it created a blindingly bright light.

"Nox!" He loudly muttered, causing the light to disappear. He very much enjoyed the wand, as it enfueled him with a strange sense of strength and power.

"What kind of wand is this?"

"No clue, but he said you'll find a future version of it when 1991 comes by." Al explained the best he could, as Lucifer hadn't told him much about it, as he didn't know much about it himself.

"What?"

"Nevermind, let's go." Al said, leading them into the hall once more.

"You said we'd need to use the Imperious, what are we doing?"

"You're too weak to use a shotgun, but there's a perfectly capable man in this house, who with a little bit of that 'spell' will be oh so willing to help out." Al said with a twisted grin.

"What do I tell him to do?"

"Tell him to drink a little bit of alcohol, shoot his wife and son, hit you with the butt of his shotgun, shoot the ground next to ya, and finally to shoot himself." Al said, making motions for each job.

"Why?"

"So the police will think he got drunk, killed them, tried to killed you, then killed himself.

It's all too easy to fool the coppers." Al said, leading the way to Vernon and Petunia's room.

"Quiet now, you don't want to say a word, unless it's to control the fat bastard. Before you ask, they can't hear me."

Harry nodded at his words, and crept up to the bed. Vernon and his wife were both sleeping soundly, and loudly.

Harry silently snuck right up to Vernon's right side, pointed his wand at the man's large head, and whispered "Imperio..."

At this, Vernon's eyes opened and glazed over.

"Follow me Vernon... you need a drink don't you?"

Neville

After his lessons ends, Neville returned home with the portkey his grandmother had left him.

Almost immediately, he made his way through the manor and headed to his room to consult with Robert.

"Ah, Lord Longbottom, I was drawing up the plans we'll need to complete... " Robert muttered, writing on a glowing, transparent chalk board.

On it, were the following objectives.

* Get into a healthy, fit lifestyle.

* Prove to your family that you have magical talent.

* Show that you are smart.

"Alright, how long do you think this will take?" Neville asked his ghostly companion, wanting his input.

"The required time truly depends on yourself and the circumstances around you." Robert muttered once more, turning towards the six year old with a wise look on his features.

"Alright, how do we get this done without people becoming suspicious?" Neville asked, knowing that they'd have to be careful with their mission.

"Are there opportunities where you interact with other children?"

"Yes...?"

"Choose a child you do not like, I'll alter their memories, and you tell your grandmother that the child mocked you because of your weight, and that you want to get in shape."

Robert suggested, making Neville wonder what else his guide could do.

"Can all ghosts do that?"

"Not all of us. It depends on how long we've been deceased. I've been dead since the sixteenth century, so I have obtained a large variety of abilities. A colleague of mine, Alphonse Capone, has only been dead for forty years to this point of time, and only has a small array of abilities compared to mine." Robert explained, demonstrating some of his own powers.

He turned fully invisible, changed colors, became corporeal, and controlled the furniture inside Neville's bedroom in a manner similar to ghosts inside of horror films.

"Impressive."

"Indeed." Robert said, giving the hint of a smile as well. He didn't get to show off often.

Luna

"So Miss Lovegood, what would our next move be?" Albert Einstein asked the small blonde beside him.

She had gone up to the roof of her home, dangling her legs off the edge.

"Well... Luci didn't give me much to. All I have to do is get ready, save my mum, and meet the boys at the station."

Luna said, staring off into the distance. She was playing a game with herself, to see how many of her father's creatures she could find, and then identify them correctly as monsters from Lucifer's domain.

"Alright then... I assume I'm not needed at the moment?"

"Nope, go relax Bert." Luna said, ignoring the face Albert made at the nickname.

"Fine, if I must." The ghost muttered, possessing several of Luna's books in order to read them. "I must say you have a terrible collection of literature."

"Oh, those are father's, my books are in the closet." Luna muttered, leaving Albert to discover a pile of books that would make a priest die of fright.

Harry

When Harry awoke once more, he was in what he could tell was a muggle hospital by the instruments that littered it.

He rubbed at his new bruise and bandage on the right side of his forehead.

"In case you wondered, everything went perfectly. The neighbors came when they heard gunshots, and found what seemed to be the body of a drunk Vernon Dursley who shot and killed his wife and son in a drunken fit of rage.''

''Because of the hit on your forehead, and the shotgun blast on the carpet, they assumed he meant to shoot you, but he shot the floor instead. Our plan worked." Al said in what passed as excitement, and was laid down on the hospital bed besides his.

"Don't speak either, they're listening. Everything's fine, and they're going to release you in'a few days, but they're still trying to find a person to send ya to. Don't worry about your wand, I called up Luci and he's holding onto it for us."

Harry nodded at this, and relaxed once more. He tried to fall back to sleep, and it came easily.

The hit to the head made sleeping easy.