Harry spent a lot of time reading in the family library. He was beginning to think of the family floor as his safe space. Everyone else was just getting on his last nerve and driving him crazy. He was ready to get out his wand and start rapid-firing spells at the next person that irritates him.

If it wasn't Ron or Hermione trying to order him to forgive them over them not writing him, it was Ginny following him around like a lost puppy, or it was Mrs.Weasley trying to order him around as if he was her child. The only ones at the house that weren't trying to annoy him to death were Sirius, Remus, Fred, and George.

He was especially happy when the twins would take him aside to tell him about their rising joke business. The money that he had given them from the Triwizard Tournament had been exactly what they needed in order to really get their business off the ground. Before, they had been selling their pranks while in Hogwarts, helping students get out of tests or classes that they did not want to take. But what Harry loved most about that was how the two were so sneaky that even though the professors "knew" that it was the twins doing all of that, there was never any actual proof. The twins made him smile no matter what he was feeling and that was something else that he loved about them.

Sirius would pop in every once in a while or he would just be sitting in another chair reading right next to him. That was another thing that he loved about Sirius. He did not try and pry into his life. He did not interrogate Harry about his feelings or his trauma. He was just simply there. He did not do anything except be there when Harry felt like he wanted to talk. Nobody else ever treated him like that and Harry would forever be grateful to Sirius for that.

Harry was currently in the family library once again. He wanted to read more into mystic souls and their culture. He was already almost done with his third book about them. The one he was reading at the moment was called "Mystic Soul Schools Worldwide." It was all about the different schools that mystic souls can go to all over the globe. He read how the most popular schools were Crystal Rose in Greece, Accademia Olimpica Di Incantesimi in Rome, Guardianes De Secretos in Spain, the House of Mystery in America, and the Aladdin Academy for Magical Beings in India. They were the top five schools for mystic souls in the world.

(AN: Because of comments, I want to point out that House of Mystery is an unintentional DC reference. I did not know it was the name of Constantine's house, so I did not mean to make it a reference.)

House of Mystery, Crystal Rose, and Guardianes De Secretos were all even founded thousands of years before Hogwarts was. It was incredible that there were magic schools around for so long. There were no pictures of the schools, but Harry did not doubt for a single second that they were probably even more amazing than Hogwarts. Sure, Hogwarts was an ancient castle that was right out of Camelot, but other places had their own unique architecture that was specific to them. Like the Taj Mahal in India and Shiku/temples in China.

"Curious about my people, are you," Harry heard behind him.

The sudden voice made Harry nearly jump out of his skin. He turned around and saw a kid his age standing there with a smirk on his face. Harry immediately took notice of how he had the same silver eyes as Olivia.

"I am guessing that you're Olivia's cousin," Harry closed his book as he looked at the other teen.

"That's me," he smiled. "Krinos Gardna's the name, and nature magic is my game."

He offered his hand and Harry shook it. He just met him and he already liked Krinos's playful attitude and general kindness.

"How did you get in here, anyway," Harry asked. "Sirius told me only family members could get on these floors and into the library."

"Sirius, as head of the Black family, is allowed to invite people outside the family onto these floors if he wishes," Krinos explains. "It is the same as the library. I am also not able to read any of these books unless he personally hands me one of them to read."

"I guess I will need to study up on wards," Harry said. "Especially family wards from what I have been learning about the Potter family."

"It is the same for most magical families," Krinos says. "Like how the Gardna family has a family spellbook that has dozens of protection charms, spells, and curses on it. They are all meant to keep those without Gardna blood from touching it. As a nature mage, I was unable to add to the spells, but I can still touch and read the book."

"Nature magic, huh," Harry was curious.

"That is my mystic soul power," Krinos smiled as he took a seat next to Harry. "The proper name for my magic is Nature's Heart. I can make nature do whatever I wish by my will alone. From the time that I was little, nature has always done what I have wanted it to no matter what it was."

"That's incredible," Harry gasped.

"Nature magic has been in my family for generations," Krinos said. "Generally, one Gardna every generation is born with some form of power over nature."

"Talk about flower power," Harry commented.

Krinos laughed. "If I had a drachma every time that I heard that pun, I'd never have to work a day in my life."

"I take it that drachma is your version of gallons," Harry asked. "We use gallons, sickles, and knuts over here."

"Drachma might have gone out of style for mundanes, but we still use them in the magical world," Krinos said.

"Mundanes," Harry tilted his head to the side. "Oh, that must be what you call muggles. I admit, your word sounds a lot better than 'muggles."

"Well, mundane is also used to describe something really normal," Krinos says. "And it's basically the motto of magical Greece that being normal is vastly overrated. Haha."

"More people need to think like you," Harry chuckled. "My muggle relatives want to be as normal as possible. They refer to the magical world as for nobody but f..."

Harry stopped himself before he could say too much. Krinos seemed like a good person, but he still just met him. He was not about to start spilling his guts to someone who was essentially a stranger.

"In magical Greece, we generally stay away from mundanes," Krinos changed the subject, not prying into Harry's business. "We believe that while first-generation mages need to be trained, the magical and mundane worlds need to stay separate."

"First-generation," Harry was confused.

"We do not use terms like 'muggleborn, half-blood, or pureblood' back home," Krinos says. "They're demeaning and a source of bullying. We use other terms. First-generation is for those that are the first to use magic in their families or the first in many generations, but those are also called redeems. Second-generation is for those of one magical parent and one mortal parent. Third-generation is our own term for what you call 'pureblood."

"Those actually seem like a lot better terms than the ones we use here," Harry said. "I guess that the differences between wizards and mystic souls are plenty."

"I've always loved being who I am," Krinos smiled softly. "There is nothing like being a mystic soul. We feel so connected to magic and those around us. There are even those that are known as magical clans. Types of magic that are different, but related to one another in a different way."

"What kind of magical clans are there," Harry asked, loving that he was learning about mystic souls from a mystic soul.

"There are two main clans, but there are others," Krinos explained. "The first is known as Enchanted Gen magic. There are ten gems that are all crystal elemental magic. Sapphire ice, ruby fire, emerald earth, amethyst air, pearl water, diamond light, rose-quartz nature, tiger-eye animals, opal sound, and tourmaline electricity."

"Wow," Harry gasped. "Those sound so cool. I have never heard of any type of magic like that before. I know that there are potions that can be used to create gems, plus there is alchemy, but never gem-focused magic."

"There are many types of unique mystic soul magic," Krinos says. "The other clan is called the Mystical Nations. It is many types of species of a magical realm known as Cray. There are twenty-three of these species. Royal Paladin, Gold Paladin, Shadow Paladin, Neo Nectar, Oracle Think Tank, Aqua Force, Great Nature, Spike Brothers, Dark Irregulars, Pale Moon, Gear Chronicle, Megacolony, Nova Grappler, Dimension Police, Link Joker, Angel Feather, Genesis, Kagero, Nubatama, Tachikaze, Murakumo, Narukami, and Bermuda Triangle."

(AN: They are based off of the clans of the card game and anime Cardfight Vanguard. I do not own them.)

"That is certainly a lot," Harry was mentally trying to file away all this information into his brain. "All those types of magic sound incredible as well as unique."

"Each of them are special in their own way," Krinos smiled. "Even with clans, they are be connected but there is also a lot of differences between them."

"The magical world is very different in other places," Harry realized. "We only ever learn about local history and magic. And by history, I mean the goblin rebellions and wars. Our History of Magic teacher is not the best."

"We have a history class for local history, but we also have an International Magic class back home," Krinos says.

"We could definitely use one of those," Harry crossed his arms. "Sometimes I feel like the egos here are so big that it's like the politicians and teachers actually think that there is no other place that is worthy to learn about. It drives me crazy."

"I may still go to school, but I leave politics to my cousin," Krinos chuckled. "There is a reason why Olivia is the youngest person to ever be made a member of the magic council."

"Just based on the politicians here, she might be the first good one that I have ever met," Harry said. "I met Minister Fudge a few times, and my impressions of him have changed every time. When I first met him, he told me that I was not facing charges when I had a burst of accidental magic that blew up my aunt Marge like a balloon. Then, I met him at the end of my third year and he took the words of a spiteful bastard as truth and refused to believe that Sirius was innocent of the crimes he was accused of. The last time I met him, he had a criminal have his soul sucked out of him before any investigation could be done and refused to even entertain the idea of Voldemort being back."

"We never had a council member like that," Krinos says. "They are all elected after a previous one retires. But things are very different for us since anyone that wants to run is not allowed to do anything other than what they do in their day-to-day lives."

"What do you mean," Harry was confused. "Like they are not allowed to run campaigns? No posters, charity drives, or anything else that could be like a 'vote for me' kind of thing?"

"Correct, Harry," Krinos grinned. "By the way, what was up with all the drama I saw before I came up here? They're all freaking out over not being able to find you."

Harry groaned. "They're all being idiots, that what they are."

Krinos chuckled. "I don't doubt that they are idiots, but why are they?"

"I have been spending a lot of time up here since only Sirius can invite people up here," Harry explains. "But since they all think they need to always control everything I do every second of the day, they panic whenever I am out of sight for more than five minutes."

"If you ever need to really hide, we could always go outside and I could turn you into a tree," Krinos suggested, chuckling.

"If they keep annoying me, I might actually take you up on that," Harry smirked, then caught on to what Krinos had said. "Wait... you can actually do that?"

"I've done it to a demon, so a wizard is probably easier than that," Krinos chuckled again.

Harry stood up. "I will be asking about what demons are in the future, but I have to go calm down the idiots."

Krinos laughed as he stood up as well.

"This, I have to see," he grinned.

Harry kept the book he was reading in his hand as the two of them left the family floor to the regular floors. He did not think that it was a book that would be considered dangerous enough to warrant a problem with the Order, but he was mostly bringing it to annoy Hermione that he was reading a book that she had not heard of before.

It was nearing lunchtime, anyway. So the two of them headed into the kitchen. The yelling started pretty much right away.

"Harry James Potter," Hermione shrieked. "Where have you been?"

Harry could have sworn that Krinos mumbled something along the lines of "What a harpy" under his breath. He had to fight not to laugh.

Harry chose to ignore the know-it-all and took a seat next to Sirius. His godfather smiled at him and gave him a plate of pizza that was still leftover from when Olivia had conjured it when Harry had first gotten there. They had leftovers for days with how much Olivia had created with her spell. Krinos sat on his other side.

"I have never had pizza before I came here, and I don't think that I will ever be able to live without it now," Harry savored the cheese pizza.

"Well, magical beings have a higher metabolism than mundanes," Krinos smirked. "So it is easier for us to eat things like pizza more often."

"Don't ignore me, Harry Potter," Hermione yelled.

"Maybe if you spoke like a normal person instead of yelling, I would answer you," Harry didn't even look at her as he said that.

He took another bite of his pizza, smirking as he knew that Hermione was probably turning red in the face.

"I asked where you have been," Hermione growled through clenched teeth but did not yell. "We have been looking for you for hours."

"Not very well, apparently," Harry said. "I have only been in the library, reading, since this morning."

The fact that he purposely left out that he had been in the family library only made it more fun as he messed with his wannabe puppet masters.

"Why would you ever want to be in a library, mate," Ron was still tired from being forced to look for Harry for so long. "It's so boring."

"Because I want to be, plain and simple," Harry said. "I wanted to read more than school textbooks, so I went there right from my room."

"No, you didn't," Ron argued. "You didn't even come into our room at all."

"I went to my room," Harry said.

"Since Kreature actually bothered to keep my younger brother's room clean all this time, I gave it to Harry," Sirius says, having his own bowl of leftover chicken tikka masala.

"Why would you do that," Mrs.Weasley glared at Sirius. "Harry should be sharing with Ron. Harry, dear, I am sure that you will be much happier with Ron."

"I am happy right where I am," Harry did not budge. "I sleep in the same room as Ron for the entire school year, so there is no need to make me suffer through his snoring for longer than that."

"I don't snore," Ron protested.

"Yes, you do," responded Harry, Fred, George, and Mr.Weasley.

"I would actually like getting some sleep, and last night was probably the first good night sleep that I have had in weeks," Harry said.

"If you need help with that, I could bring you some enchanted poppy pollen," Krinos offered. "Poppies normally make people sleepy when they smell then, so enchanted poppy pollen is like a sleep-aid that also blocks bad dreams. And it's non-addictive, so there is no need to worry."

"That sounds great," Sirius smiled at Krinos. "We have Dreamless Sleep potions, but they are highly addictive, so they can only be used once or twice a month at most."

"I will grow a pot for you," Krinos looked at Harry. "I will make sure you have enough blossoms to last until you return to your school."

"Thanks," Harry smiled at the nature mage.

"Who even are you," Ginny demanded to know.

"Are you two the only non-bossy people in this house," Krinos asked Harry and Sirius.

"Remus and Kingsley are not very bossy, but they are currently not here," Sirius shrugged. "So, the answer to your question is technically 'yes."

"Why am I not surprised," Krinos rolled his eyes. "The magical beings in this country have bigger egos than that demon of fear I faced last year."

"His powers seem straight forward," Harry commented.

"Demons have always been straight forward," Krinos says. "They are beings literally made out of pure evil. They have no souls. They kill without remorse and for no other reason than for the pleasure of the kill. It is part of a mystic soul's duty to take care of them. We protect innocents from being killed."

"You're putting the statute of secrecy in danger by doing that," Hermione screamed. "That's against the law."

"Wow, you're rude for interrupting our conversation like that," Krinos scoffed at her. "Besides, we keep to the shadows and use our powers only to vanquish demons and then vanish as if we were never there."

"You guys are almost like superheroes," Harry grinned at him.

"Well, we aren't from Gotham, but we try," Krinos smirked.

"But to answer your question, Ginny," Sirius looked at the annoying redhead female. "This is Krinos, he is Olivia's cousin and the reason why I was able to get into contact with her in the first place."

"You sell yourself short, Sirius," Krinos tells him. "You are the first British person that I have ever met that would ask for help from another country's magical community. So you are definitely more helpful than most others in this stuck-in-the-eighteenth-century country."

"Probably the best description of this place that I have ever heard," Harry mumbled.

"Just be patient and everything will work out in the end," Krinos grinned as they knew of their plans for the future.

"Maybe you can teach me more about your own powers, Krinos," Harry looked back at the nature mage.

"I would be more than happy to, Harry," Krinos smiled at him.

"I have the perfect place for you, then," Sirius grinned.