Disclaimer: Do you really think I would be writing here, not that there's anything wrong with or anything, if I owned Naruto or Harry Potter? I mean really?

I can't remember much of my death, I remember the day of my funeral and everyday before my death. The passing bells and sculpted angels... "Grace and mercy be with you. We have come here today to remember before God our sister Prisca Caelum; to give thanks for her life; to commend her to God our merciful redeemer and judge; to commit her body to be buried, and to comfort one another in our grief."

... Cold and monumental statues of stone staring at me as if something was wrong. "Here Rests Prisca O. Caelum. The Returning Marauder's Pride. 1979 – Companion, Loyal Friend, Loving Daughter, Outstanding Student, Quickest Dueler and Tactician, Most Cunning Witch of Our Time; We Love You."

As if a suicidal death to save everyone from a tyrant was the most foolish thing I could have ever done. But... "If any of the Order members or DA members are watching this, then the Shadown Clone Potion and Forbidden Charm have worked and... And I am no longer of this world. I am sorry. I know that what I am going to do, or what I did, is illegal and if I do survive this, I will be sent to Azkaban for my actions. I know that the sentence will be a life sentence with no trail, if I survive. I am sorry, but I do not regret my actions."

"Pride go bye-bye? Teddy miss Pwide." A little dark haired toddler tear stained face looking up in sorrow. The foolish thing I have done, was make attachments to the people I was saving after my first year at Hogwarts. Then, it wouldn't have hurt anyone when I left like this... I wouldn't be hurting myself when I left.

This is too bright to be Hell, but too painful to be Heaven. I opened my eyes to see this ugly thing holding me in the crook of its arm. Wait... In the crook of its ARM! I know that I'm shorter than most girls my age... I tried to move to sit up, the ugly thing finally noticed I'm awake and starts to coo at me and tell me that I'm the cutest thing it has ever seen. "Yes you are, you are the prettiest baby I have even seen. I could just eat you up, yes I could. I could just gobble you up, you are so cute."

Wait... Did he just...

"Jiraiya, what are you doing?" The ugly thing looked away from me, I gave a mental sigh of relief. Never in my seventeen years of living did I ever encountered something so ugly. A flash of my dorm life in the Slytherin House came to mind, I take that back. I cocked my head to the side, or at least I think I cocked my head to the side as I stared at the ugl-Thing. He wasn't that bad. Old, tired, and weary looking; but not that bad. I guess.

But that's besides the point! He called me a baby! Me! I'm of age! A baby?

I watched his smiling face as he spoke through his teeth trying to make it seem like he wasn't speaking from the eyes of a baby. Too bad, I understand you loud and clear. Mentally, raising an eyebrow, "Trying very hard to make sure she doesn't start screaming and wailing with the council woman outside. The last thing we want is for the scary, mean, old ugly lady to come in here and start making more of a racket."

My Marauder sense is tingling. The very strong urge to scream my head off is very hard to deny. It is near impossible to ignore the Marauder sense, I have no idea how Moony did it. I'll think about the newborn thing and the I can't speak no matter how hard I try problems later. Scrunching my face up, building up the crocodile tears, I gave a soft whimper before wailing as loudly as I could. The doors, apparently that were in the room, opened with a bang. "SHI-"

"Jiraija-sama, such language around a baby!"

Again with the baby thing. Calling me a baby will not help your situation, you know! I can and will cry louder.

"Sensei, make her stop!"

Mentally, I gave him the Hermione Granger glare, that says 'Just who do you think you are?', she gives Potter and Weasley when they tell her 'its too dangerou for her to do something.' Like I'm going to listen to a white haired, fugly looking idiot who want a baby to stop crying without putting any effort into it.

"Oh for fuc-"

"Jiraija-sama!"

"She's not an angel! She's a devil! She's wailing louder on purpose!"

"JIRAIJA-SAMA!"

"WHAT! It's true! She is! She was fine before you came in here anyways. Sensei, how do I get her to stop? It hurts my ears!"

"She is just hungry, Jiraija-sama. Please give her this." Jiraiya-sama, A.K.A the white haired idiot, thrust a bottle in front of my face. Hearing someone face palm, I decided to be Persephone when she's in a bad mood, in other words...

"No! Come on, princess. Please, shh, shh. Sensei, help me please!" Two old wrinkly hands descended towards me. Now, let's put you in my situation. The last memories I have are of war with someone who called himself Lord Voldemort. This really old man, if he lived the way he should have lived, whose head was so far stuck up his arse. Logically, for me anyways, anything that comes near me is a threat. How do babies deal with threats? "Gah! You! Don't touch her! You're only making it worse!"

"Jiraija-sama! I have four grandchildren. I do know how to silence a crying newborn."

"Not this one! She's cries louder when you try holding her! Besides, don't you have somewhere else to be! I found her, she's mine! Finder's keepers, loser weepers!"

"Jiraiya-sama, please! Just give the child here!"

"What part of 'no' do you not understand, lady? You aren't getting my princess!"

Thus the tug of war has started. The winner claims the rope, in other words; me. Somehow, this is reminding me of Theo and Blaise during our fourth year, except in our fourth year I had professor Snape to hide behind. Here I don't. "Both of you stop it this instant! Honestly, I excepted more of you Counselor Takahaki and you Jiraiya-sama. Grown adults fighting over a crying baby girl, without making any attempts to stop her crying."

Wow, that oddly sounded like Professor Snape yelling at the boys. Did I just enter into a parallel universe? I stopped my crying to look at a very irritated woman holding a black haired baby in her arms. The baby smiled at me and cooed in my direction and start to talk in odd noises at me.

Yeah... So not happening.

I turned my eyes from the baby and stared at the man standing behind the woman. He looked uglier than the Thing. Then there was the smaller boy who looked like the child of the woman and the Uglier Thing, just staring at me.

I mean like, staring at me like we were having a staring contest. I blinked at the boy several times. He just stared blankly at me. He looked to be like six, when is he still staring at me? Aren't six year olds suppose to be hyper and scary cheerful and all that jazz?

Can we say creepy much?

"Mikoto! How did you make her stop?"

I looked up to the Thing and then looked at the Uglier Thing, who was glaring at my small, innocent, nonthreatening person. Then, I did the one thing that babies were really good at. Scrunching my face up again, building up the crocodile tears, cue the soft whimper before wailing...

"Oh no, not again!"

"Aaaaaaaa!"

Except, just, you know, a lot louder this time.