Hello there, I am M. Sudmijer and I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER OR ANY OTHER CHARACTER OF THE BOOKS OR MOVIES! Just so that you know that.
Now I just wanted to let you know that this story is indeed about Harry and Voldemort, but not in a Romantic way. There will be slash, but for that you will have to wait. Just one more thing, I am a starter writer on this site and have no idea how to get new chapters up. I will try my best, but that is all I can promise you. Hope you enjoy. Ps. Try the story of Butterfly 333, she is good. Okay, love you, Harry Potter readers.
A change of Fate
For a full year I have done the things as I remember them to happen.
Every minute pained me for doing it the same way, mostly because I could easily do things different. But something, somewhere deep inside of me, had kept on telling me to just go with the flow and that I would be rewarded for doing things the way I remember them to happen.
And so I had kept on going, doing every move of every second the way I remembered it. Every night I would meditate and I would let my mind recall every event of the next day. Then for a full day, I would walk, talk, eat, drink, blink and even breath on the way I remembered.
This had gone from the first of September to now, the sixteenth of April and I am right now lying on my bed in the cozy dormitory of the Gryffindor House of Courage and Loyalty. I smile as every time I lie down here, I realize that this is where I belong. On this bed, in this room, in this House.
I know that over the last few months and for the upcoming years many people will doubt my, or as they think the Sorting Hat's decision, to be in Gryffindor, but the more I look around with my heart, the more I know that it's not the area, not the location and not the surroundings that make this my home.
No, it's the students.
The Gryffindor students have always worked hard to stay loyal to the school and to be courageous to those that mock them. This makes me smile as I think of all those times I was mocked for my decisions in life. Choosing to be part of the Weasley family, choosing Hermione mudblood Granger as one of my friends, marrying Ginny Weasley, becoming the Leader of a lost Order, helping Remus Lupin catch a dead rat. All sorts of decisions that made my life and that of those I love better. Of course, not everyone knows that it made those lives better, but I know that each of these tasks fulfilled the dreams of those I have seen dying over the years.
I cast one more glance around me, marveling myself in the soft dreamy state of my fellow dorm mates and then start to doze off myself, staying alert to my surroundings and still lying peacefully in my bed.
Then suddenly I hear a familiar, but disembodied voice saying: "Harry Potter, we have a new message." I look up to the voice and find myself in white hollowness of what I presume is another dimension. Recognizing the dimension of when I was twenty-nine and had finished my first task of living throuygh long hard times and a lot of pain, I realize my task of memory to do everything like I remembered it is over.
I happily sit up and while wonderign what will happen for the rest of my year, I ask: "What is it?" And the voice says: "The life you've lived was one of endurance and you alone were able as a true Potter to withstand it till the very end."
To this, while reminding myself of all the losses I have gone through between the age of fourteen and twenty nine and how I was often comforted by friends, I say: "Thank you, but I had many people helping me." To this the voice, hollow, magnified and strong booming says: "Yes, they were what led you to the fate you were destined to have. But the future you've seen and your past year were only tests to see how strong your memory and endurance, the traits a Potter is known for, really are. Now that we've seen how you can even breath on the same way as you did in the past time, we have agreed that you can do as we hoped you would."
To this I ask: "What is it?" And the voice answers: "The endurance test was to see if you could hold true power and strength in the most dangerous and heartbreaking situations.
The time memory test was to see if you were loyal to your memory and the laws of time. You have passed both and now you are allowed to change the time as you know it, to the time you are destined to live. But you must do one more thing to gain all of your powers and your full blood inheritance back tomorrow night. You must let Voldemort escape so he can order Lucius Malfoy to give the Diary to Ginny Weasley. Then you can start a safe and well known journey."
To this I nod and ask: "And the rest of tomorrow can be to my wish?" To this the voice says: "Yes, that is correct. You will receive your power of magic tonight and your inheritance tomorrow night, if you make sure that you let Voldemort escape." I nod and say: "I will. Thank you."
And with that I wake up to strong surges of power that go through me every fiber. I sit up and check my hand. Then snap it and to my joy, the red curtains change into white pigeons. Quickly snapping my fingers again to change them back, I smile as my magic is back at full strength and flows through me on a strong and calm way. Then I stand up and walk over to a large mirror. Looking at myself, I sigh as I see that I stay a scrawny boy with messy black hair, emerald green eyes, a scar above my right eye and wobbly knees.
I sigh as I had trained over the years more than even the Advanced Aurors, who were Dark Wizard catchers, and had gained muscles further than anyone could ever imagine. Then I remember my late expertise in Transfiguration and with a smile and a few waves and snaps of my hand and fingers, I turn my hair dark brown and sleek, hanging it till just above my shoulders, turn my eyes forest green, switch my scar from forehead to the right hollow part of my neck and double the muscles all over my body.
The new me smiles at me and then I hear a yawn behind me. I smile as I hear the snore in the voice and turn around to my tall, lanky friend, Ron Weasley, who has the bed next to mine. The boy shakes his head and then looks at me through dazed half-lidded eyes. I smile at the boy and say: "Morning Ron." The boy then mumbles: "Morning Harry."
Before my new looks shock him awake. The boy looks at me with his mouth half open and then I say: "Meet you at the Potions exam. Can you tell Hermione that I'll be there and ask Neville to meet me at ten tonight in the common room?" To this the boy nods, still quite dazed and dumbfounded and then I say: "Thanks mate." And with a motion from my broom to me, I summon it and fly out the only open window that I discovered is being held open by Hogwarts magic.
I fly down the castle wall and with my toes scraping it here and there I take a steep dive, holding my body against the broom for ultimate speed and flexibility. Then I am only 1 feet away from the floor and with a strong pull I pull the broom straight and while nearly scraping over the floor, I fly across the green lush grounds of the school. Then I land and while my feet touch the softness of the green grass on a small hill, I smile, looking around at the beauty that this school represents. Then, with a snap of my fingers, I shoot the broom back into the dorm and walk off the hill over to a small wooden cabin with fresh pumpkins in a vegetable garden on its left.
There I knock on the door and when a man twice my size with fuzzy brown beard, friendly beetle black eyes and muscles all over his over comes out, I ask: "Good morning Hagrid, would you like to spar?" To this the man laughs and says: "I'd love to, Harry. But what do you know about fighting?" To this I smirk and run over to one of the giant trees of the Forbidden Forest, a huge wooded area surrounding the school. I hold my right hand sharp and against my left shoulder and after running over to the tree, I jump and while jumping past, I cut the air with my hand with lightning speed.
Then I land from my jump and smile as I hit the bark with my right elbow. Then to the shock of the half giant, the tree falls down and hits the floor with a loud bang that echoes over the land. He looks at the tree in shock and then I lean on it and ask: "Need any firewood?" The man laughs and then he says: "Alright Harry, you're on." I smile and stand in fighting stance towards the Half giant. Then we start fighting and to the shock of the giant, I get him down with strong cuts and fast moves of my arms and legs. Then he is on his back and I hold my hand out to his face.
This is an hour after he agreed to spar with me and while he pants in exhaustion, I keep my breathing even and calm by breathing in through my nose and out through my mouth and ask: "Recant?" The man nods and then I step back and take my left foot of his body, as I had placed it there to keep him on the floor. Then he asks: "Harry, where the hell did you learn that?" To this I shrug and then I say: "Times can change people, Hagrid. And even the shortest time can change people the quickest and on the most amazing ways possible." The man nods and then I ask: "Would you mind if I use the front of the Forbidden Forest to train, Hagrid? I think I am going to need it pretty soon." The man sighs and asks: "Will you stay within eyesight?" I nod and say: "Sure, I'm not planning to fight a Centaur herd or something." The man smiles and says: "Oh alright then, but stay to your promise, okay Harry?" I nod and run over to the front row of trees.
There I look around and quickly spot the largest of them all, a 5 feet large cowry. I smile and walk over. Then I grab it strongly on both sides and start climbing, to the shock and surprise of my great friend. Then I climb inch by inch and sometimes grab hold of a strong branch. Then I am at the top and while looking down, I sigh as the tree was no challenge at all. Then I jump off the branch I am standing on and while Hagrid screams my name, I turn myself into a ball and make a few rolls before landing with both of my hands on the floor and my left leg under me while my left is against my chest. The man runs over and then I stand up and say: "Hem, I expected more of a challenge." Now Hagrid stops in shock and then I shrug and say:
"Power training then." And with that I grab my wand and aim it at the tree I just climbed. I close my eyes and start to move my wand, while as good as forcing my magic into my wand, as my renewed magic is used to work without the piece of useless wood. While waving and forcing I start to imagine all sorts of things happening to the tree and while I do so, the tree catches fire and the fire dies off. Then flowers erupt from the top to 0.5 feet below that. Then squirrels, birds and large bugs appear in the 3 feet below that and then all leaves fall from the 0.5 feet below this. And finally I carve me name into the bark of the tree and then open my eyes again, waving my wand again to undo all the spell work.
I smile as it disappears in a second and then I say: "Yeah, my magic works fine. Guess there is nothing left to train for. Better just do what I can to have fun." And with that I jump into the tree and climb to 4.5 feet high into it. Then I lean against the bark and with my legs crossed and left foot on the branch I am on, I look over the beautiful green grass, dark green tree leaves, white blue water of the Black Lake and all the other beauty that make Hogwarts the beautiful school I know and love.
Then I grab one of the cowry leaves and with it close to my lips I start to make a soft song that seems to both pulls small animals towards me and seems to calm them down as even a couple of Cornish Pixies land on branches around me and while their feet bungle below them, they have their eyes closed and swing their bodies along on my rhythm. I smile at this and look further around as I play the music.
I see hummingbirds, small baby Thestralls and Hippogriffs, a few spiders and a baby accormantula and when I look at the water, I even see Mere people being slightly above the surface. I smile and then, with my wand, strengthen the sound of my music, letting it float along with the wind and over the entire school. I feel through the wand in my hand, the magic of the school relaxing to the soft tones of my song and then below me, I hear Hagrid sighing peacefully. I smile as this sound is repeated all over the school and even in the dungeons, where I know the Slytherin students live.
Then I stop the song with a soft long tone and while all animals either encourage me to go on or applaud me for my beautiful song, I smile and say: "Sorry guys, but I just want to let the school know who played that music. I will be in the Great Hall if you want to hear more, okay?" To this, as if able to understand what I am saying, all animals, except for the mere people, nod and either fly or crawl off.
I smile and then slowly climb down, being helped the last part by Hagrid, who grabs my sides and pulls me down. Then he asks: "Harry, where did you learn that?" To this I shrug and say: "Let's just say that I have grown quite an affection for nature and its flora." The man nods and then I ask: "I'm planning to show the school it was me playing that song. Want to come, Hagrid?" The man smiles and says: "You bet, Harry. I'd love to see their reaction."
This makes me smile and then I say: "Yeah, especially of those who have tests today. This should really help them calm their nerves. I just hope it works with Hermione. She is more nervous than ever now." The man nods and says: "But you and your friend, Ron, sure have a good influence on her. She is a lot more relaxed and comfortable now then when you weren't friends with her."
This makes me smile and then I decide to throw him off course, so that my knowledge of Fluffy truly comes from him and not from my past as I remember it and say: "Yeah, our friendship is mostly the reason I want to help her. I heard that music, calm and sweet, has an even better effect on humans than on animals. Is that true, Hagrid?" To this the man says: "Well, that of course depends on what animal we are talking about." To this I ask: "So there are animals that can be calmed to sleep by music for instance?" To this the giant nods and then I ask: "What kind of, Hagrid?" To this the man says: "Well, there is one. That's a Ceberus. You met one too, you know? Fluffy, he is a Cerberus." Now I have to work hard to keep my victorious smile from showing and simply replace it with an interested smile as the half Giant tells me all about animals that can be put to sleep by music.
Then we enter the Clocktower courtyard and when I look around, I see a huge window in front of me, which is also the back of the Clock Tower and a little bit in front of that I see a small staircase of three steps that leads to the archway behind me and two small open doors at both sides of it. Then I look up and see three wooden floors and see a huge bell at the top that is made of blue iron along with a blue iron clapper.
I smile at all this and then I say: "Hagrid, I'll take the portrait over there, okay? Will I meet you in the Great Hall and can you tell professor Dumbledore that the player of the music will be in the door way of the Great Hall?"
The man smiles and says: "Sure thing, Harry. Count on me." This makes me smile and while the Half giant is still obvious to me knowing of Fluffy, I walk off, passing the portrait with the words chops and gravy. Then I enter a huge room of eight floors high and two squares of staircases that wind together and of which the staircases move on their own accord. I end up on the north east of the room and first take a staircase up, hearing the portraits talking about the beautiful music they heard.
Then I go down and just as I do, I hear my name being called. I look back and see my best friend coming over. Then he immediately lifts my spirits and says: "Did you hear it too, mate? That music? Beautiful, wasn't it? I was brushing my teeth when I heard it and instead of brushing my teeth for two minutes, I did all throughout the song, so entranced I was by that tone. It was so soft." I smile at this and then I see Hermione, with her hair almost as messy as my own, coming down with her robe around her midst. Then Ron asks: "Hermione looking… shaggy? What happened?"
I smile and then Hermione says: "I just felt really relaxed, okay? The song calmed me down enormously." To this Ron nods agreeing and says: "Yeah, me too. I even think I can pass our Potions test. What about you, Harry?" Only then does the boy realize that he is in the Great Hall and that I'm no more on his right, like I was when Hermione joined us. He looks behind him and sees me standing in the doorframe, motioning him to go along. The boy shrugs and then he sits down with Hermione on his left on the Third table in the gigantic room.
Then I look around and smile as everything is as I remember it to be throughout the years I have spend here.
I see the four long tables standing in a vertical way and the platform of the Head Table at the far end. I see the podium looking like a beautiful owl with candles on both wings and behind that a beautiful pair of windows with in each corner the sign of Hogwarts. I see the door to the trophy room in the left of the back wall and look up to see the sky above me in the enchanted ceiling. I see the four hourglasses at the right and on the back wall and see the gargoyles that looks like the four House Mascots, a lion, badger, raven and serpent and hold plates with flames.
Then all students are inside the hall and as Dumbledore sits down, I see him talking to Hagrid. Then the man looks at me and I quickly look him over to check if he too is like I remember.
The man still has his bright blue eyes with a small twinkle in them and they still are behind a pair of half-moon glasses that are on a crocked nose that looks to be broken. The man's face is still the same too and he still has long white hair and a white beard and the man himself looks to be over the hundred years old.
I smile at him as he looks just slightly shocked, which I can see by looking at his eyes and then he stands up and just like always, everyone becomes silent as the man is greatly respected by all students and teachers alike. Then the man says: "I am sure that all of you enjoyed the music we heard as much as I did myself and I am pleased to inform you that the musician is among us and hopefully willing to play us another soft song."
And while he looks at me pointedly, I shake my head in good humor and place the leaf against my lips. Then I think back on the song Legend comes to life, which was a song I played as much as possible throughout my life and was, during the time I was a prisoner, often forced to play. Of course I never grew hateful of the song and was even able to use it to escape the grasp of my kidnapper. Then I start to play and everyone immediately turns to me as the first notes leave my lips.
They look shocked, but then I close my eyes to enjoy the tone of the song. Through the slits of my eyes, that I hold open in constant violence, I see others do it too and smile as I see calm looks and peaceful smiles slowly appearing on many faces, while the width length of the room lets the sound echo throughout it. I simply play the entire song and then end with a soft tone, all the while acting like I have my eyes close, while they are actually on Quirrell, my Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.
I then let out my magical Sensing skill that can sense other wizards, their emotions and all sorts of other things as I have discovered throughout my life as a wizard. Then I feel the mixed emotions and feel that, while Quirrell is calm and relaxed and for once his everlasting fear is gone, another being or spirit of some kind is very disturbed and even feels slightly insane.
I then pull the soft calming effect of my song into myself and through my skill send it to the disturbed being, feeling him relax and lose his insanity the longer I play and the more I send the effect. Then I feel happiness come from Quirrell and know that he is pleased with the newly relaxed form of the spirit within his body.
Then the song ends and everyone sighs in happy relief. I put the leaf back in my pocket and sit back down next to Ron and Hermione. Then Dumbledore stands up and starts to clap. Other students and teachers quickly follow his lead and just like my song, the applause is soon ten folded by the large width of the room. I smile as all around me students come over to clap me on the shoulders and congratulate me personally and shake my head as a few shy First year Huffelpuf students come to ask me for an autograph. Knowing how my fame can be used against me unless I embrace it, I smile at the students and do as they asked, writing down
I am just like you.
This causes the students to smile and then they walk away and Ron, always an open book to his emotions and confusion written all over his face, says: "But Harry, I thought you hated being famous." To this I say: "I hate it when it's used against me, but every single thing, from a rose with sharp thorns, to my fame can be used on two ways and I am just using it to my benefit."
The boy nods and Hermione, wise and curious as always, asks: "How did you do that?" To this I say: "I just wrote down that I am just like them. That, to them, means that they can accomplish with the music what I can and shows that I have absolutely no arrogance whatsoever. Two flies in one hit."
This makes the girl smile and then I take a few bites from my food, before I stand up and say: "Come on, I'll play you some on our way to Potions." The two smile at the prospect of hearing a personal song and then we all stand up and while we walk away, I hear and feel more students standing up and walking along with us, most probably having heard me about the song I'll play.
This makes me smile, as it makes me popular for a reason I worked on all by myself and which I earned fair and square and then, when we're around the corner and into the Grand Staircase, I grab the leaf again and start to play the song named Oracion, which means prayer in an unfamiliar language. Then I take the first step and while letting my instinct, which is closely attached to Hogwarts and its magic, take over, I close my eyes and with the leaf against my lips, I play the song.
I hear the people behind me sighing as the soft sweet tones of the song play and get strengthened in sound by the large structure of the room. Then I go down and the walls of the dungeon floor seem to strengthen the sound even more as it sounds just a tad louder and emits an even more peaceful effect on the students behind me.
Then I walk through a wooden door and into a stone hallway that goes to the right and has a piece of armor every 3 feet on the wall, along with a stone candleholder in-between every two pieces of armor. And finally are there three ceiling windows and a few bricks in the floor are loose or missing. I walk to the far back of the room, silently and without my wand, but with my magic at full power cleaning the pieces of armor, lighting the candles and repairing the bricks in the floor that are broken. Then we get to the end of the hallway and there I see a portrait of a woman with a red medieval dress that has brown and black patterns all over the front of the skirt and shirt. The woman, just like the students behind me, is enjoying the music and as I take a step closer, she lets her portrait open a secret passageway behind it, without checking if I'm a Slytherin.
I smile and while knowing that I even have some Slytherin students behind me who consider this portrait their personal passageway, I walk through, playing the son Legend comes to life over to make sure that the students on the other side enjoy themselves too much to disagree with me going through this passageway. And indeed a whole group of Slytherin students is standing on the other side of the passageway as I go through and they all smile in peace as they hear the sound coming from my leaf.
Then we are in a hallway that goes three sides. All walls are covered by pillars holding the ceiling up and all three doors, one in the right back, one right on my left and one in the left back are open archways. There is also one suit of armor on my direct right and the hallway on my left is filled with torches. I walk into this one and over to the end where I see two doors, one open on my right that has a spiral staircase up behind it and a closed one with a wooden door that hides the Potions lab, classroom and teacher's office behind it.
Then the door opens and a man with greasy black hair, black orbs that are dark like the night sky and who has a thin frame comes out and says: "In." Immediately I walk in and then, as I walk into the classroom, I use my wand less magic to replace all old, broken and dangerous Potions ingredients and work equipment by new equipment and flesh, blood and cloth safe warded ingredients.
Then I, unlike I ever did during my years on Hogwarts, sit at the front on the right and while I feel the teacher sneering at me, I simply let small splinters be turned into all sorts of ingredients that are all for a small Potion I had made when I was sixteen. I smile at the all the ingredients and then Professor Snape asks: "And what may I ask, are these, Mr. Potter?"
To this I turn around and while locking eye-contact to make sure I can stop him from reading my mind, I say: "My ingredients for the Patrofense Potion, Sir." This makes the man glare and while he does so, I let one of the splinters in my chair be turned into a list with ingredients and procedures and then I say: "I know I always fail your class, because I simply can't work on Potions that others have already made hundreds of times, so I thought I should make one myself. Can I try it out, sir?"
The man glares and says: "Go right ahead, for once you actually show good interest in such an important subject. Not that you will get a higher grade with help of that." And while he smirks, he leaves me alone to tell the other students what their task is.
I smile and then I start to work, conjuring the right equipment out of the splinters in the wooden table in front of me. Then I hear others getting to work, but with help of my magic and my war experience, I ignore it to the top and for a full hour and a half, I work the bones out of my body, measuring the equipment and the amount I put in each dose. The potion often changes color, but after a full hour, it has the beautiful silver color of a true Patronus, which is a creature made out of a spell to defy the darkest of all creatures named Dementors.
Then I take a deep breath to concentrate on the next task and think: "I hate doing this, but it has to happen." And with that I pull out my wand, to the anger of the Professor, but before he can lecture me about the use of my wand, I move the tip of the item to my right temple and while I focus on the terrible feeling of dread, cold and despair that comes with Dementors, I remember how they felt on the Quiditch pitch in my Third year and how they felt at the Lake in the same year, when I was thirteen.
Then I pull the second memory out of my mind and softly and slowly a silver thread, that gets many students to look at me and causes Snape to gasp in shock, appears on the tip of my wand, is pulled away from my mind and placed in the cauldron. The potion quickly starts to become black and dark and so I remember on and remember how I used the Patronus against the creatures.
I pull this memory out of my mind and when I add it to the potion, it becomes the same beautiful silver color, before turning midnight blue with a silver shining surface. I smile at the perfection of my Potion, as it was many times a lifesaver of me and my friends and then I close my eyes and while thinking back on all of my life, I remember one sentence that fills me with a content feeling of pure happiness and love. I smile and then I pull this memory out too and add it to the potion.
Then I whisper: "Those who love us never truly leave us. I love you, Snuffle. And this time, I'll proof it too." And with that I see the Potion turning into a sharp grey blue color. Then I carefully grab one pigeon feather and add it to the Potion before stirring it twelve times counter-clockwise and seven times clockwise. Then I put my spoon down and bottle the Potion up in seven full flasks. Then one hour and twenty minutes are over and I raise my hand as a sign that I am done. The teacher comes over and asks: "Is your potion ready to be tested, Mr. Potter?"
To this I nod and say: "Yes sir, all we need is a Boggart." The man looks confused and I say: "My deepest fear is fear itself, so my deepest fear will change the Boggart into a Dementor and this potion works against those creatures. And the pigeon wing combined with Greenland grass and one ice cube, straight from Antarctica make sure that if you repair the bottle, the potion will return to the flask." The man nods and then he says: "Follow me, all of you." And while he walks to the back of the room, he throws Static charms over all cauldrons in the classroom. Then all students follow us, many of them interested in my self-created potion and others wanting to see me fail miserably. This makes me smile as the potion was made with perfection step by step.
Then we enter the Teacher's Lounge in the south East of the school and there the teacher leads us to an old wardrobe with glass in the doors. Then the wardrobe shakes and while the Professor stands next to me, he sneers: "Go ahead, Mr. Potter." I nod and then the man opens the closet and just like every time I trained on the Patronus charm with Professor Lupin in my Third year, a cold wind blows throughout the entire room, causing the students to shiver and take a few steps back.
Then all candles go out and ice starts to come onto the windows of the room, blocking almost all of the sunlight from outside and causing an eerie darkness to come over the entire room. Now a few Gryffindor and Huffelpuf students look around shivering, but all the while that this happens, I keep my eyes glued to the open wardrobe, almost daring what is inside to come out, while I heavily block out the screaming of my mother, while she tries to save my life from Voldemort, the man who killed her and my father and caused me to go through years and years of misery, destruction and war.
Then a creature appears out of the mist and while it appears, I hear it breath on a soft, slow rattling way, as if it is trying to suck in more than just air and oxygen. Then I feel how this breath causes my defenses to lower slightly and quickly power them up, using half of my magic already.
Then I throw the bottle and as it breaks, the Potion falls all around the area where the creature floats and the grey blue turns pure silver before swirling silver lights erupts from each piece of broken glass that has a small piece of the potion on it, together with all other drops of potion. The silver streams surround the black cloaked creature and then form a boll, swirling around the creature and each other in the shape of waves from a sea or ocean. Then I aim my hand and shout: "Stag!" And from four of the seventeen swirling beams a brilliant white stag appears and attacks the creature dead on, causing it to explode and leave black pieces and white mist behind.
Then the warmth and light reappear as the ice disappears and the candles flame up again. The mist of the Dementor disappears and then I aim my wand at the pieces of the flask and whisper: "Reparo." And while I swirl my wand in my hand, the flask heals and as I said, the Potion, now once more grey blue colored shoots back in the flask that corks back up as I end the spell. Then I walk over to the flask and say: "There is one weakness to this potion. You need to know what animal you represent the most. I tried to find out and luckily did this morning while playing the music. It got me so calm, I saw what kind of animal I have within me."
The teacher, obviously white of shock and surprise nods and then he says: "Mr. Potter, while you normally fail every simple task and potion I have ever told you to make, I must admit that a lot of your mother's talent, who was a Potions Master herself, has resided in you after all. From now on, I expect a newly created potion every month and you can either have my lesson hours off or I expect to see you studying the ingredients you need in my classroom. Do I make myself clear?"
I nod, while banishing the memory of my mother dying to the far back of my mind and enjoying the fact I got the chance to create all of my self invented potions early. Then the Professor turns to the students and says: "Back to the class, I will get you all some chocolate to recover from what you just experienced. Does anyone know what kind of creature we just faced?"
And just like always Hermione raises her hand and while looking at me and seeing me nod at him, the man, for the first time in the whole year, asks: "Yes Mss. Granger?" And while Ron looks shocked that the man actually gave Hermione a chance, the girl says: "The creature we just faced was a Dementor, also known as a Guardian of Azkaban.
It is known for its special gift which causes its victims to remember its darkest memories, which causes many Azkaban prisoners to go completely crazy. Before today only a Patronus charm, which is a N.E.W.T. level spell was able to repel a Dementor, but apparently this potion is created for that cause too."
This makes the teacher nod and then, to my joy, he says: "Ten points to Gryffindor. Not many Fourth years even know this. Congratulations, Mss. Granger. I just missed one small detail."
To this I say: "It's the Animagus transformation. When a witch or wizard can become one, he can turn into his animal form and get past the Dementor without being harmed, because the emotions and mind of an animal are less complex and so a Dementor will just ignore the creature and think that his victim is going crazy."
To this, while the students look at me as if I have grown an extra head, the teacher nods and then I say: "What? I just want to follow some independent studies into Care of Magical Creatures next year and so I wrote an essay about the Darkest, Lightest, most dangerous and most peaceful kind of creatures. That's all. It's in every issue of Monster book of Monsters. Checked it out in the library."
The students nod and then Snape, back to his cruel and hard self, says: "All back to the classroom and write that down, while I get the chocolate. Potter, Malfoy, you escort the students back to the classroom."
To this the blond haired grey eyed boy glares at me with his rather pointed face and cold eyes, but used to even worse glares than these from his elder form, I keep a straight face and say: "Yes Sir. Let's go, Malfoy. You take the front, then I'll take the back." To this the boy nods and to his shock, I offer him a small grateful smile before turning my face back into the serious, strong features I have gained by being cautious during the war I had to fight.
Then Malfoy, obviously deciding to ignore my sudden form of kindness, starts to walk with all students behind him and when I see Ron trying to be in the very back, while he was in the midst during the class and with a short lasting sticking charm, I prevent the boy from doing so. The boy is shocked as he feels himself unable to move further back and then he sighs and walks along and I happily note that he is closer to Malfoy than to me.
Then I think: "Let Snape accept you as Potions Master, done. Get one of your own Potions shown during Potions exam, done. Start truce between Gryffindor and Slytherin, well on the way." And while I smirk on the inside, I keep my eyes out on the outside and when we pass a small group of three Ravenclaw students, I recognize them as bullies from my Second year and quickly get my wand out.
And just like I expected, one of the bullies, a strong bulky boy with blond hair that hands on his bulky face, but doesn't even reach his ears or eyes smirks and grabs his wand, to my shock aiming at Malfoy. Seeing this as my chance to get the truce higher on its way and as a chance to show the students my true power, I shout: "Lumos Solemn!" With that blinding the boy. Then another one shouts the countercurse, but before he can continue shooting, I make a summersault over my fellow students and when I land in front of the boy, I use my entire arm to hit against his elbow, causing it to break. The boy shouts out in pain and then he feels my wand in his neck and while I am at least 7 inches shorter than him, I grab his hair on the back of his head and hiss: "If I ever see you aiming your wand to someone's back, I will not only break your other elbow, I will personally drag you to the Headmaster and tell him of what happened there and now, is that clear?"
The boy nods and then I hiss: "Call your groupies back, or I'll really hurt them." And with that I raise my fringe to show my famous scar. The boy whitens and then he moves his hands as to indicate that the other two boys have to lower their wands. The two do as said and then the boy asks: "How did you know?" To this I smirk and whisper: "Experience. Where there is a Leader bully, there are followers. And they always listen to the one who is the biggest and the strongest."
And with that I push the boy away and say: "I suggest you go to the Hospital Wing and tell Madame Pompfrey the entire story." And while I stretch the word entire, I give the boy a pointed look. The boy nods and with his hand on his probably painful elbow, he walks away, his groupies glaring at me as if trying to say that this isn't over yet, but I simply raise my eyebrow at them as if I don't think them a threat at all.
Then I hear someone clearing his throat and see Malfoy standing next to me and the boy asks: "Were those boys… were they aiming at… me?" I nod and then, to the shock of the other students, he says: "Guess I should thank you then, hem?" To this I smile and say: "Nah, I like to help those I respect." This causes a wave of shock to go around the entire class and then, while Malfoy looks at me in shock, I ask: "So are we going to escort this bunch here or what?" Now Malfoy smirks and then he says: "And moving on, people."
And to this I add: "Yeah, we have to be at Potions before Professor Snape, or we'll all fail." To this the students immediately start to walk and then I mutter to Malfoy: "Always works."
This causes the boy to snicker and then he walks to the front and while I once more go in observation mode, I walk in the back and keep my eyes moving from left to right, all the while keeping a close eye on where we're going. Then I see something and say: "Malfoy, take the next one right, it leads to a short cut." The boy lights up his wand in sign that he heard me and as we go over to a Portrait, I move my wand in a circle, before making a star over it and then make a triangle over the star. This causes the portrait to open and then I see Malfoy smiling at me through help of a mirror. I smile back and then we enter a hallway that goes straight to the spiral staircase in front of the Potions classroom.
I see Malfoy recognizing the hallway as he confidently strides through it and as we do, I hear many students telling each other that they didn't even know that this hallway leads to the hallway we just came from, namely one on the Third floor. Then we enter the spiral staircase and the students group changes from four to six next to each other, to two a row and two by two the entire line walks down the spiral staircase that has four windows all on the left of it and enters the classroom.
I once more sit back on my own spot and see Malfoy doing the same, once more giving me a short grateful look, which I return with a friendly smile. Then the teacher enters and asks: "What is this that I heard? Has anyone tried to harass you?" To this I see Malfoy standing up and the boy says: "Yes sir, Potter and I were escorting the students back to this classroom and passed three Fifth Year Ravenclaw students when one of them tried to attack me, sir. I don't know if he was even able to say the first part of the curse, but Potter."
Then he stops, shakes his head to right himself and to the shock of the entire class, he says: "I mean Harry distracted them with a light charm. This caused me to notice the wand on my back and then another one of the group tried to hex Harry, but he jumped over and broke the man's arm, before making sure that the group left, sir." The man nods and then he looks at me and I know in a second that he is trying to see if the boy is telling the truth. Then he locks and keep eye-contact with me and all the while he does so, I know and feel him lurking in my mind. I easily call up the memory and show him everything;
From the wand on Malfoy to what I told the boy to make him go away. This makes the man smirk, while the others look at him confused and then he says: "Very well, both of you get five points for successfully keeping the wands and curses away from your fellow students and Potter another one for protecting a fellow escort." I nod, while a few Gryffindor students groan at the low amount of points I got and then I hear Ron muttering: "He didn't do a thing." To this I shoot the boy a glare, which shocks him and then I think: "How did I ever get such a biased friend?"
This causes me to sigh and then Snape says: "Get back to your Potions." And I see him putting off the static charms. Immediately all students get back to work and then, at the end of the lesson, Ron walks along with me and asks: "Harry, why did you glare at me just now?" To this I say: "Because I heard what you said and believe you're wrong. Malfoy indeed didn't fight off the curse, or the wand for that matter, but walking with the responsibility of all of your classmates and their safety on your shoulders isn't something every First Year can do and then even going with the plan of a competitive Year mate, while there has been a feud between the two Houses for over fifty years isn't something even a Fourth year of Slytherin would do. So Malfoy earned my trust and I want to work with him to at least create a truce between Gryffindor and Slytherin. Because a good rivalry is fun, but I prefer to keep it to the Quiditch Pitch. Makes the matches more exciting."
Ron and Hermione nod and then we leave the Viaduct we were walking over and I see one of the Gargoyles, in the shape of a warthog, standing on the left and right. I smile at this, as I had accidentally thrown one of the two off during my Fourth year. Then I silently cast a strong sticking charm on the right one and with a small wave of my hand, combine the magic with that of Hogwarts. Then I turn to the left and with a friendly smile, I say: "Hello."
This causes a shot of joy to go through my magic, as it is now combined with all of the warthog gargoyles on Hogwarts and the gargoyles says: "Hello, lovely day isn't it?" To this I nod and say: "Yes, it sure it. Especially for the last day of exams." To this the gargoyles asks: "Oh, your final day, is it? And how do you think did you do?" To this I happily lean against the low wall on the other side of the gargoyle and say: "I must say that I have a good feeling about Potions, which is new to me, because I usually fail it drastically.
And Defense Against the Dark Arts, well, I don't know, but somehow that just comes naturally. Transfigurations… well, I'm thinking on doing some independent studies with, hopefully some help from Professor McGonagall. And all others, well, I'll just let my grades do the words for me."
The Gargoyle makes a confirming sound and then I ask: "Hey, have you seen any teachers pass by here?" To this the Gargoyle says: "Oh yes, but it was only Professor Snape. You know, the Potions Master that as good as lives in his office. Or that's what I heard some students saying."
I nod, angered that students even here are that biased and then the Gargoyle next to me says: "Oh, but I did see another teacher, you know? I saw Dumbledore heading for the Boat House just ten minutes ago. I guess he is leaving for somewhere." Now I look shocked as I had not expected my much needed plan to be timed up so early and then I say: "Hermione, get Neville. Ron, get the twins. Gargoyle, can you warn Professor McGonagall, Snape, Flitwick and Sprout?" To this the Gargoyle says: "The first three I can do, but Sprout, sorry."
To this, once more in full battle mode, I say: "Doesn't matter. Please, hurry and tell them to come to the Third Floor corridor. Ron, tell the twins this. Mischief Managed. They'll understand and tell them I said that. Hermione, get Neville and tell him that he'll get a mayor Herbology test in this adventure and that if he goes along now, he'll get Gryffindor back on top." To this the two nod and the gargoyles says: "You got it." And while I feel them sending the message to the teachers, I quickly summon my broom and fly over to said floor.
There I banish both the broom and my robe and only then do I realize that all of my Occlumency shields are around my scar. I let them down a bit and feel the warning burn come into my scar. I quickly heighten my shields again and then the three teachers, together with Ron and the twins come over.
Then I say: "Professors, I know you are shocked that I know of what is behind here, but I have some proof, with help of a theory that is based on hard evidence, that someone is trying to steal the Philosopher's Stone. You see, when Quirrell came shouting into the Great Hall that the troll was in the dungeon, he should have at first been there to see the troll. So in the time it took him to run from the dungeons to the Great Hall, the troll was able to get out and rampage the school as it was trying to do.
And it started in the very centre of this school, the third floor Girls bathroom. This bathroom has a hallway attached to all four Houses and because of that the destruction of the troll would have been heard in all common rooms, where Dumbledore ordered the students to go to when he heard of the troll's escape.
Which leads me to the fact that had the troll made all this loud damage, the students would have been terrified within their common rooms and with all other teachers in the dungeons, the thief could have easily gotten the stone. And who do we know that wants his life back with help of the Elixir of life?"
To this Snape and Flitwick whiten and McGonagall whispers: "You know who." I nod and then I say: "But we all know that there is one person that Voldemort is afraid of, yes? And who is that?"
To this Neville, who comes down with Hermione, says: "Professor Dumbledore." I nod and say: "And so, with Dumbledore away on some fake mission, Voldemort has a free reign to the Stone. And that is why we have to go now. To make sure we are a step ahead of him or to make sure we can stop him. And no worries, I know we're not all going to fight that man." This causes Neville and Ron to sigh in relief and then another voice, this one sharp, says:
"I'll go with you."
And to the shock of Ron, Neville, Hermione and the twins and my and Snape's pride, I see Malfoy coming over and the boy says: "You're right, Potter. The Dark Lord is in need of that Elixer and he was even willing to imprison children of his own followers in their common rooms for it. Now I know I was raised to adore that man, but if you even distrust your own maybe pre-followers, you go too far with me. I have my pride." I nod and ask: "And you're willing to fight for it, aren't you?" To this the boy nods and then I ask: "Even against a guy that can kill your entire family just for your betrayal?" To this the boy takes a deep breath and then he nods. I nod back and say: "Then you're in."
And with that I turn to one of the portraits next to the brown wooden door and ask: "Excuse me, but do you know what we can expect behind here?" To this the woman, clad in a white dress with one strap over the left shoulder, says: "Oh yes, I can. There is first this giant dog that is really mean. Then there's Devil Snare, followed by Flying Keys and ending with a Giant Chess board." I nod, thank her and without having to think of a good strategy, I say: "I'll take the dog with my music. Neville, take the Devil Snare. Draco and I can do the Flying Keys and then Ron and McGonagall can do the chess set. Do know that not all of us have to be present when that starts, so that some of us can pass on to the last room and protect the stone."
This makes everyone nod and then Hermione asks: "Harry, how do you know all this?" To this I say: "I remember what happened to my parents and we all know who did that. I don't want the same to happen to the students here as what happened to them." This makes the girl nod and then I look at the twins and they nod and Fred, who has red hair like the rest of his brothers, has the same brown eyes as his twin and is stockier and shorter than Ron, but still bigger than me, asks: "Professors, can you swear not to tell anyone of this? Not even Lee knows of it."
To this the three teachers nod and then George gets out an old piece of parchment and before he can do anything, I aim my wand at it and say: "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good." And with that the good old map with the words The Messrs Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs are proud to present above a large castle with in the midst of this castle the name The Marauders Map.
This shocks the entire group, the twins because I know the password and the rest because of the actual handy craftsmanship that is behind the map and then I say: "Check all teachers, please. I need to make sure no one is in danger's way." The twins nod and then they check all Teacher's Quarters. But then they say: "Hey, we don't see Quirrell anywhere." This makes me get angry as it means I really have to hurry and then McGonagall asks: "Severus, what's the matter?"
And when I look at the man I see my own anger being reflected on the man's face as it is in a stronger glare than I have seen all year. Then Hermione gasps and says: "Oh no, we were all wrong. It was never professor Snape hexing Harry's broom or setting that troll loose. It was Professor Quirrell. He's trying to get to the Stone to make sure Voldemort could get back and Professor Snape has been trying to stop him all this time." To this the others nod and then I say: "And that's what you get when there is no truce between Houses to say the least." To this all others nod and then I take a deep breath, like I have always done before a tough battle and then I say:
And with that we all enter an old stone hallway with stone torches every 3 feet on the left and a door at the end of the hallway. There we all walk over and then I say: "Okay, the best thing to do is to first let me play it to sleep, then Neville will open the trapdoor and get the Devil Snare out of the way, before using Lumos three times to sign Ron and Hermione that it's safe for the teachers to go down, so they can levitate the rest of us down. Is that all clear?"
Everyone nods, Neville slightly green of fear and then I open the door and while my right hand does so, my left grabs the leaf out of my pocket. Then I open the door and immediately start to play the song Legend comes to life, but then I hear the music of a harp and think: "Oh no, he really is already that far." And with that I whisper: "New plan, Neville, get the Devil Snare gone, then the teachers will go through and in the mean time will Ron hold the trapdoor open and will Hermione and I keep an eye on the harp that is obviously already playing. Everyone ready?"
Everyone nods and then I say: "Go, and twins, go with Neville to help him." This makes Neville smile, while the twins nod and then they run into the room, together with Ron and I see Fred and George moving the foot of the giant black haired three headed dog off of the trapdoor. Then Ron opens the door and Neville and the twins jump through. Then I see light shining out of the trapdoor and when two beams of light shoot through, I sign the teachers to move. They all three jump through and when another light beam passes through, it nearly scrapes the dog, but luckily I see that this act has no effect on the sleeping creature.
Then Hermione looks at me and when I nod, the girl, together with Draco, Ron and I myself all jump through the trapdoor, me closing it with a quick Coloportus.
Then Ron, Hermione and Draco are caught by the teachers and when they see that I am not, Hermione gasps, but I simply curl up like a ball and turn circles before landing on the ground with my left leg against me, my right under me, my left arm outstretched and my right on my knee. The others look shocked and then I say: "Now that was a challenge. Better than that 5 feet cowry tree of this morning."
This causes everyone to look at me in pure shock, but being in full battle mode, I say: "Stop it, people. We are on a rescue mission here and if we fail, because we are shocked of things we don't expect, we can be assured that by tomorrow night, Hogwarts will either be a school for Dark Arts and Dark Arts alone, or for it to be completely gone. So let's move and for Merlin sake, control those emotions, will you?"
And with that I walk out of the room, easily and angrily summoning the key with the broken wing, before shooting it in the lock in the door on the back and opening it. Then I walk past and wait in the small stone room between two other rooms, one the room with keys and the other a room with a Giant Chess set in it. Then the others come in and I say:
"Remember the plan. Ron and professor McGonagall are in charge and I think it best if professor Snape and Draco go along." To this the others nod and then the four people move in and when I hear the moving of something made of stone on a stone surface, I say: "Okay, let's go." To this Neville, Hermione, the twins and professor Flitwick all nod and then we move past a huge board, made of white and black stone plates and with on that all sorts of chess pieces, with professor McGonagall as the bishop, Hermione as the castle and to my relief Ron as the right sided knight. Then we pass and we enter a long hallway with a staircase going down. Then I turn around and when I see that the chess game isn't even close to finish, I sigh relieved as I had actually chosen Draco and professor Snape to make sure that Voldemort wouldn't find out about them being on my side.
Then we move down the staircase and when we come to another staircase I say: "Okay listen, I want you all to stay in that staircase and to only come out of it if I use the Patrofence Potion. Is that all clear?" To this the young ones nod and then professor Flitwick asks: "But Mr. Potter, why must you go along?" To this I pull up all the things Voldemort did to me and with venom in my voice, I say:
"Because I have a personal account to settle with that man."
The man nods, while Hermione shudders at the cold tone in my voice and then I take a deep breath and walk down, while the others all go and sit down. Nerves are strongly suppressed as I take step after step and with every ten steps I raise my defences on my scar, but on the same time I do this I start to suppress and hide the magical powers of my core to make sure that, as always in the upcoming seven years, Voldemort will underestimate me and I will not have to call my friends to me for help.
Then I feel some sort of magic passing me that I didn't feel the last time I was here and immediately I know how Quirrell was able to trap me in a ring fire that was around the lower floor with pillars holding the roof up and with a large old mirror in the midst of the room. Then I see the bald teacher with purple turban and beige robe that falls over his entire body and hides it from view from neck to feet and say: "You sure are fast, Quirrell."
This makes the man turn around and in his pale blue eyes I can instantly see that the man is being possessed. Then the man smirks and I think: "You fool, you really feel the low level of my magic and because you only know of my magic in DADA and Nature Music, you really underestimate me further than you actually should."
And with that I walk down the last few steps and stand straight in front of the man on the floor. Then Quirrell says: "Well, I must say, so are you Mr. Potter. I take it you know why I am here?" To this I look almost lazy out of my eyes and say: "Yeah, to get the Philosopher's stone out of that mirror there and give it to Voldemort, who, because he is a ghost, is growing out of the back of your head."
Now Quirrell looks shocked and then a voice, mostly coming from inside Quirrell's turban says: "Let me speak to him." And all the while I talked to Quirrell and while the ghost, whose voice I recognized as Voldemort spoke, I used small amounts of my magic to create a fake stone out of one of the threads in my left jeans pocket. Then I say: "Good idea, Voldemort, then I can tell you how, no matter how fast you are with accomplishing your plans, you are still quite slow. And of how you are tardy in your ways to hide evidence that you are the thief in this all."
This shocks Quirrell and then he says: "You are going to pay for that." But I simply look at the man bored, rolling the fake red stone with burn places on it in my hand and then the man pulls off his turban and I see another face sticking out of the back of the man's head. The other face has all parts a normal face has and still I feel a strongly suppressed shudder go over my back as I see the red eyes, the nose strongly pushed against the rest of the face and the thin lips.
Then the man says: "Well then, Harry. Tell me, why am I late with accomplishing my plan?" To this I smirk and then I pull the stone out of my pocket and say: "Because Dumbledore knew ever since the troll that you were after it and when he gave me my father's invisibility cloak, he also asked me to get the Stone. And so, when I saw you in the Forbidden Forest drinking that Unicorn blood, I knew I had to act fast and that same night, I went with professor Dumbledore down here and retrieved it myself."
This makes the man smirk and then I start to throw the stone up and down and while I see Quirrell aiming his wand at me, I throw the stone higher and higher to lure Voldemort in conjuring it. But instead of that, to my slight joy, I see the man coming closer as he keeps his wand on me. Then I catch the stone one last time, while keeping eye-contact with the man and then, as he grabs the stone, I let my middle finger touch him and cause a small burn to start to spread over his hand.
Then I cast another silent spell on both the hand and the stone and as the burn grows with double the speed, the man grabs the stone and puts it in his other hand. Then I smile as my other spell was a transfer of magic spell and then Quirrell screams out in pain as the entire stone burns the man's hand and the burn easily starts to grow, consuming his entire hand in just ten seconds. Then he asks:
"What is this magic?"
And in his shock he drops the stone. Then I use a quick transfer spell and in a second I have the fake stone switched for the real one and then I catch the real stone and start to run, as Voldemort shouts: "Fool, get the stone now!" But while he shouts this, I jump and summersault over the flames surrounding us and then I take at least thirty steps before I turn around and with the stone in one hand and my Potions flask in the other, I stand ready as Voldemort and Quirrell simply step through the flames.
Then I throw the bottle and as it breaks I see the silver lights appear and hear Hermione shouting: "That's Harry's Potion. That's the sign." And with that I feel my friends coming over. To my relief I feel that there are just four of my friends and with that I realize that Ron, McGonagall, Draco and Snape are still playing.
Then the swirling lights are all around Voldemort and I say: "Stag." And the four stags once more attack him. Then I jump over and say: "This is for my mother." And with that I grab onto the man's neck and as I turn out his screaming voice, I let the power of my mother's love burn the man to death. Then the ashes are all that's left of the man and quickly I run to my friends and say: "It's not over yet. We have to dive when I say so." The others all nod and then I feel the spirit of Voldemort appearing and diving for us. To this I shout:
And with that we all dodge the spirit as it passes us and to my relief it takes the other exit. Then I look back to the original entrance and to my shock and surprise I see Ron, Professor Snape and McGonagall, Draco and even Dumbledore coming down. Then Dumbledore, as if we are in a grass green field instead of a forbidden corridor, asks: "Harry, do you have the Stone?"
To this I say: "Yes sir. Voldemort fell for my traps full and true." The man nods and asks: "And what exactly happened?" And with that we all sit down and I tell them everything.
Of how I knew it was Quirrell, how I bluffed to him and created the fake stone, how I tempted him to take the Stone, how my mother's love was transferred as a burn on Quirrell, to which Dumbledore explains that the foul and infected by evil body of the teacher couldn't stand the purity of the love that Lilly Potter felt for me when she risked her life for me. Then I tell them of how Quirrell dropped the stone and how I used difficult magic to quickly switch the two stones and how I jumped over the flames that Dumbledore then vanquishes and how I used my potion to give myself time to come over to the man, so I could use the magic again and burn Quirrell.
And then I end: "And then he became ash, but I knew that Quirrell was only a host to Voldemort and so I figured that he would leave the body once it became useless. As I felt my scar still warn me for danger, I told my friends to dive and then the spirit escaped and you all came. And that is the entire story."
The others nod and then I say: "Oh and Neville, you passed." Now the boy looks confused and I say: "Your Herbology test here. Without you we would have never come on time, thanks to that Devil Snare. You passed with flying colours, buddy. Good work." And to this all other students, even Draco praise him for his good work.
This makes me smile and then professor Flitwick asks: "There is still one thing I don't understand. Mr. Potter, when exactly did you become so well adequate with magic and all the spells you used today." To this I sigh, still not wanting to tell them and then I say: "I know all of this, because I am not the Harry you really know. To be honest, the past year was to me nothing more than the re-experience of a really long memory. I, as a Potter was tested for my endurance all over my life and this year I was tested for my memory by overdoing this year. I am not eleven at all. I'm twenty-nine." This shocks the others and then McGonagall asks:
"And today?" To this I smile and say: "Apparently it seems that the life I lived was nothing more than a test to my endurance and was never meant to happen. So ever since today I can change anything I remember and nothing bad will happen of it. Unless my actions are just plain stupid, but seeing how many mistakes I made while doing that I'm not really in to doing that." This makes them all nod and then professor McGonagall asks: "So we can say that it's safe for you to change the future?" To this I nod and say: "I am the only one meant to know how bad that can be. And believe me, a life like that is one I don't even wish on Voldemort himself." This causes Hermione and Neville to shudder and then Draco, brave and bare minded as I remember him, asks: "Can you give an example?"
To this I say: "How about this? Back in 2006, all muggles were slaves, the muggleborn witches were, either by breaking their will, or by Imperius curse, turned into whores, sex slaves and house slaves, muggleborn wizards were medical slaves and were offered to make sure other wizards could investigate their insides and cores. And half-bloods all over England had fled, simply because they were scared that what was happening to the muggleborns would happen to them."
This makes Draco to look shocked and then I look down and whisper: "Ten deaths. Every day ten muggles, ten muggleborn witches, ten muggleborn wizards or ten rebels would be killed. Not a week went by I wouldn't lose team mates by either hanging, drowing, Torture, body stretching and sometimes they would even throw stones to break the chest, neck and every other part of a human body. And the same would be done to all others that were killed. None of them got the chance to die a quick death with help of the Killing Curse, all of them had to die the slow way, just so that Death Scum could get their amusement in seeing those poor souls struggle.
And where was I when I wasn't fighting? Hiding. Hiding, because every single place I had called a home had been taken over and used as a base for the Side of Darkness. And every time Voldemort would come, twenty rebels would die. And that is why that bastard has such a large account to settle with me. And he isn't the only one." To this Snape sneers: "Let me guess, me too."
To this I smirk and say: "No, you're clear." This shocks the man and then I say: "To be honest, I never even came to Hogwarts to attend my Seventh year, because you had already come to take me away to a safe place, on Dumbledore's orders. And while there, on that safe place, you taught me all about Potions, how to create them, about the Dark Arts, how to use Non-verbal and wand less spells, how to fight quick battles and even how to spy on the other side of the war." This makes the teachers smile with pride at their partner and then I come forward and with my arms next to me, I bow my back and say:
"I would be honoured if you would once more train me."
This shocks the man and then he smiles a real smile and while he bows back he says: "I would be honoured to see what I have already taught you and perfection it." This makes me smile and then I say: "Actually the Patrofence potion was one of my first created Potions and the first I really did under your full supervision."
This makes the man smile with pride and then he asks: "And how many other potions did you make?" To this I smile and say: "Oh, I don't know. Enough to fill two years of the task you gave me." This makes the man smile and the Draco asks: "Eighteen?" I nod and say: "Yes, I started when I was one month away from my Seventeenth birthday and was able to make new ones till I was twenty-five.
Then it became too dangerous for me and other free rebels to show our faces in any shopping street." Then Dumbledore scrapes his throat and says: "I do believe that is enough future talk for now. I believe it's best we all go back to the school surface, now that the stone is safe. And… yes, I believe that fifty points for Mss. Granger, Mr. Longbottom, Malfoy and Weasley, sixty points for the Weasley twins and eighty points for Mr. Potter should do just fine to award you all for doing all this, just to protect our school. And Mr. Potter, your extra points are for fighting an enemy you had to lose so many lives to. That is something many witches and wizards wouldn't have done if they had to go through the pains you must have gone through." This makes me smile and then we all leave the room, taking the second staircase and ending up in the Headmaster's office.
The room is divided in two circles and has a staircase of five steps and three pillars dividing them. The front of the office has paintings all over the right and left walls and has three cabinets in front of the paintings placed into the walls. The backside of the office has a wooden desk, another group of cabinets in the right wall and has a stone closet in the left. In front of the cabinets in the back room is an iron black staircase and on the right behind the desk is a bird stand and behind the desk itself a staircase down to another room that is from here on invisible. Then I see the bird that is on the bird stand and smile as I once more see the pure beauty of the Phoenix.
A grey face with yellow feathers around it and red feathers from the tuft to the chest, where there is a new cloth of yellow feathers that goes to the legs that have a small circle of red feathers. The wings too have red feathers and the bird has a long tail filled with long red feathers. Then I walk over and say: "Hi Phawkes, good to see you, boy." And as I lift my hand, the bird happily chirps and slightly flies, slightly hops onto my hand. Then he rubs his face against my neck and cheek and I happily pet him under his right wing.
To this the Phoenix lifts his wings and as he sings, I pet the soft feather coat of the creature that feels like silk and flows through my fingers like water. To this Dumbledore says: "Most amazing, Harry. Phawkes never likes someone that much just after one meeting." To this I say: "Yes well, there is one thing you don't know of Phoenixes. Once they are bonded they can read the most honourable or the most betraying thoughts of anyone near them that concern the existence of their familiars. To me, Phawkes saw how I swore loyalty to you in my Second year and how it called him to me together with the Sorting Hat. Now that I am talking about it."
And with a swish of my hand, I summon the Hat, to which McGonagall says: "But that's impossible. That is the most heavily warded closet Hogwarts has to offer." To this I shake my head and say: "Back in my Fourth year I accidentally threw one of the Viaduct gargoyles off of the viaduct and so I placed a strong sticking charm on it, while talking to the other one today. And because I used that charm, I am now connected to the Hogwarts magic. Only if I leave the grounds will my magic be unbound. A little trick I learned in my Secret Base."
The others nod and then I close my eyes and just when I want to contact the magic of the Hat, it says: "Not yet." I look at it and while the others look at it confused and then the Hat says: "I saw your first Sorting and knew you were going through a Potter memory test, so I followed along, but destiny tells me you will need this later and that, if you get it out now, you will be unable to get it."
I nod and say: "Destiny, huh? I can live with that." Then I look at my friends and ask: "Hey Sorting Hat?" And when the Hat looks at me, I motion with my head for Ron as if to ask him something. To this Sorting Hat says: "Sure, go ahead." This makes me smile and then I make a back flip and as I land, I quickly grab a grey coloured rat with thin whiskers, pink ears and a long tail out of Ron's pocket. Then, only a second later, I have my wand aimed at it and cast the Homomorphus charm non-verbally.
Then the rat starts to transform and becomes a man, whose hair has a bald patch and while it is thinned out and looks colourless I can still see a small mousy brown colour within it. The man has a chubby figure, but under his dirty robes, I can see that he has lost a lot of his youthful fat. The cloths he is wearing are a dark brown jacket with white stripes, a black shirt and a pair of black pants.
The man looks at me in shock and fear and then I ask: "Hello Pettigrew. Did you really think I would let you live here, while my poor godfather is being tortured in Azkaban?" To this the man says: "Harry, that man isn't innocent. You have to believe me, he is a murderer. He tried to kill me. He…."
But then I have my wand on his throat and ask: "Are you really believing that I will believe you in all this, while you've been in hiding with Ron as long as that Sirius has been in prison?" To this the man shakes in fear and then I say: "Let me quote the words of a good friend of mine." And with that I force him against the wall behind my friends and asks:
"You sold Lilly and James out to Voldemort, didn't you?"
To this, as if I am in a memory in a pensive, the man says: "I didn't mean to. The Dark Lord. You have no idea the weapons he possesses." To this I smirk and then I move myself behind the man and with my hand and wand on his neck, I move the man to Snape and then I ask: "Professor Snape, as an ex-spy for Voldemort, how did you always call him when around him?"
To this Snape, glaring daggers, curses and true disgust through his eyes spats: "The Dark Lord." To this I whisper: "And there I have my proof." And before Pettigrew can do anything, I use a quick Petrificus Totalus on the man, letting him be Petrified from top to bottom. Then I ask: "Professor Snape, can you please escort this bastard to the Ministry? It will get him in prison and will let the people see that you are on our side."
This makes the man smile and then he says: "I will be pleased to. But don't expect me to escort that godfather of yours back here." To this I smile and say: "Don't worry, you don't have to. Just let the Minister hear what Pettigrew has to say under Veritaserum, in public if you don't mind, and when he confessed let him be switched for Sirius and finally just let the Minister tell Sirius I am here. We all know I won't go anywhere for the upcoming week and the Headmaster knows exactly where I live, so if he's late, he'll at least know where to be."
To this the man nods and then he takes some kind of powder out of a jar and throws it in the fireplace, of which the flames turn green and then he steps into the flames and shouts: "Ministry for Magic, Atrium." And the man disappears in swirls of fire. This makes me smile and then I walk over and say: "Remus Lupin, we need you for an important discovery. Please come."
And so, ten minutes later, a man with light brown hair that has prematurely grey hairs through it and who has premature lines in his face, together with some scars and finally who has amber brown eyes and a thin frame that looks just a little bit stronger than my first form. The man is looking at me in shock as I end the tail of Sirius being innocent, using the evidence I discovered over the years and then Remus asks: "So… Sirius is innocent?" To this a male, slightly rusty voice, says: "That I am, old pal." And when Remus turns around and I look up from him, we both see the one man we hoped to see.
A large brown robe for a big part hides the thin frame of the man and his hair, which I know was once long and shiny, now sticks to his head, like the rest of his face, like wax. His eyes, sharp grey blue and once shining continuously with never ending joy are now almost dull and void. This causes my heart to backlash in pain and then I think back on the thing I discovered when I was only twenty-eight, while Sirius died just before my Sixteenth birthday. Then I whisper:
And when I look at the man and our eyes meet I feel the strong power of love washing over us. Then I run over and hug the man tightly, using my new strength to keep the man close and safe. The man happily wraps his arms around me and then I hug him tightly and whisper: "You're free." While hardly believing it myself, as Sirius wasn't officially freed until after his death.
To this the man smiles and then he whispers: "That I am, Harry. I'm officially free. In fact, the Minister even gave me full custody over you as a sorry from him to us." To this I think back on something that happened when I was twenty and then I say: "Well, he better try a bit harder, because I'm not done with him yet."
To this the man looks shocked and then, not willing to let Fudge ruin my good mood and in need of showing Sirius how good a person I can be, I say: "Wait, I know a good congratulations with your freedom thing." And with that I grab the leaf and while Sirius looks at me confused, I put the leaf against my lips and with my eyes closed, I play the song Oracion, which causes Sirius to sigh peacefully and to close his eyes himself. Then the song, which lasts only one minute and fifteen seconds, is over and the man says: "Wow Harry, that was really good."
This makes me smile as my entire heart is warmed by the fact that Sirius can enjoy the beauties of life and then I say: "Thanks, I have a lot of experience with it. Kind of a long story." To this the man nods and then Dumbledore asks: "Not willing to tell them, Harry?" To this I smile at the man and say: "Not really ready,sir. It took me a lot to tell you and I think that this adventure took more out of me then I First thought. Can I go to the common room and lie down, Sir?"
To this Dumbledore says: "Of course you can, Harry. You go and rest, you deserve it. And Sirius, you better head for Madame Pomfrey, I will tell her of your innocence." The man and I nod and at the door, I turn to Sirius and hug the man tightly before taking a few short cuts to the common room on the Seventh Floor of the school, while the office of the Headmaster is at the Second. Then I enter the common room, by saying the password (Caput Draconis) to the Fat Lady, who is a portrait guarding the common from the view of other Houses. Then I look around and once more smile as the Gryffindor common room was the first place to fall when Voldemort took over. But now I look around and with a content feeling I see that all of the beautiful room is still the same.
The soft warm couch and chairs on my right that are all three in front of a warm burning fire place, the little table for chess on the left in front of me, the painting of the Quiditch player on the wall behind me, the beautiful paintings of three men, a woman and a group at a table in the back wall and finally the table for homework under the painting of the woman. I smile at the comfort and warmth that the red and golden colours, together with all wall paintings emit and then I move up the staircase and enter the door on the left, entering another cozy and warm room.
There are five beds, all with red curtains, white sheets, white pillows, red blankets and place for a trunk under the wooden frame of all beds. The floor is made of wood and between every two beds there is a window. There is a warm burning kettle in the midst of the room and the roof and walls are all made of white stone. Then I lie down on the second bed on the right and just when I close my eyes and curtains, do I feel strong surges of magic flowing through me and causing me to faint.
When I wake up, I not only feel power reigning and flowing through me like never before, not even after a long tiresome even straining life of training and perfecting my power, but also feel a body that does not feel like how it felt when I fell asleep, but still feels like my own body.
I slowly open my eyes and see that my eyelashes have grown at least 0.3 inches, which shocks me as they were already 1.4 inches long and often irritated me, although they also helped great time to make sure my enemies never underestimated me.
Then I sit up with the ease I am used to, but an elegance that simply can't be mine, because my years as a war fighter have made me rough and sturdy and not allowed any elegance or softness to even be shown in my moves, unless I was dodging curses.
Then I look at my hands and instead of seeing either young baby soft hands that remind me of my eleven year old self, or war ragged and scarred hands, I see hands with long elegant fingers that show strength as I move them to make sure they are really mine.
Then I see my lower arm and see that my entire arm has the length of the arm of a thirteen year old.
Then I realize that my blood inheritance made me grow to a good 5.3 feet tall and smile as I feel nothing of the weak and shy boy I was for so long. Then I swing my legs, which I note are long and elegant, but with a power that is as familiar to me as the sun is to the sky, over the side of my bed and with a small sweeping motion of my arms I swing myself off, slightly swaying as I have only woken a minute ago.
Then I walk over to the mirror, but when I see myself, I take a step back. I once more have my emerald green eyes, but the color shines with brightness and shows that I no longer need my glasses. There is also a certain shine to my eyes that seem to show my true power and as I look at the eyes, my gaze is too transfixed by my reflection to really see the rest of my face.
Then my sensitive hearing picks up a gush of wind that blows through a bed curtain and as I look around, I see it's my own bed and quickly use my scanning power, luckily sensing no one else in the room.
Then I look back at the mirror and while distracting myself of my eyes, I look a bit better and see that my face is smooth and is almost shining out the softness of the touch against other skin if someone was to touch it. This makes me smile and then I look at my hair and to my shock my hair is turned short into spikes and while the spikes are messy, this is not what catches my attention.
What is, is that most of the spikes aren't raven black as I have been used to see whenever I looked in the mirror or a window or even piece of broken glass. The spikes were auburn red and were an almost beautiful dark color. Then I look down and to my shock I see that there is a tip to the top of my ears that make me realize my magical blood inheritance is that of an Elf.
Then I concentrate and while I feel pain and blood going through my shoulder blades, I hiss out as my skin is pulled together and then turned into something that feels almost tranquil like water. Then I look at the wings that are on my back and gasp at the beauty of them.
The wings are a dark black like the raven locks I still have, but they all have an emerald green taint to them and look like flower petals. There are in total four wings and two flow up to the sky and are at least 4 feet width, while the others are nothing more than 2.3 feet width. Still the beauty of the wings makes me catch my breath and then I try to flap them and feel them surrounding me.
Then there is a knock on the door and Ron comes in and asks: "Harry, are you up, buddy?" But then he looks at me and when he gasps with his mouth wide open, I realize he hasn't been up yet to see my new form.
Then he says: "Harry, where did that come from?" To this I say: "My blood inheritance. Apparently it's connected to the Elven world." To this Ron asks: "What do you mean, apparently?" To this I sigh and say: "A Potter is always tested before he gets his full his full blood inheritance. When I turned seventeen, my guider told me that I was still busy with my test and I asked him if I could do the other test after finishing the first. So when I turned twenty-nine and wished to stop the test and to go on to the next, the guider came again and said that I had two choices. Either I could go back to my parents' seventh year or the day they died and turn their age, so I could form a bond with them, or I would have to spend a full year here to test my full memory.
He also told me I could just accept the fact that I had passed my first test and would just get my blood inheritance, but I refused that because I had lost you all and couldn't handle it to live with power, but without friends. Made me think I would one day become what Voldemort became.
So I chose the second, because the first sounded great, but I guess my parents would be too much for me. Hell, seeing all of you guys and not being able to do things to comfort myself, just because I didn't last time was nearly too much for me to bare." To this the boy nods and then he asks: "So you never knew you were part Elf?" To this I shake my head and then he says:
"Well, you sure got cool wings." Now I smile and then I say: "Ron, please tell me I didn't sleep for three days." To this the boy smirks and says: "Of course not, mate. It's the morning of the Quiditch match. That is why I wanted to wake you. Wood is waiting down the stairs and."
But he doesn't get any further than that as an undeniable urge to win the match this time surges through me and then I shoot out, using my wings with short, quick work. Then I come down to the common room and land with an elegance that irritates me greatly as I am used to strong hard work.
Then I see the shocked looks of my fellow members and ask: "Gryffindor?" To this the twins, used to my amazing powers thanks to what I did the other day, shout: "Score, score!" To this a male voice that suddenly sounds like that of an angel, says: "Yeah." And when I look at the portrait hole, I see Sirius like I have never seen him before.
The man has obviously been at Madame Pomfrey's as his thinness is completely gone and replaced by strong, well divined muscles all over his arms and in the firmness of his broad shoulders. His neck is slim and has absolutely nothing but smoothness and his face is just as smooth, while his onyx black hair now shines in the light of the Grand Staircase is soft and hangs on his shoulders just barely. His fringe lies on his forehead and while it slightly hides the sharp grey blue eyes from view, I know they don't taint his sight even in the slightest. The only real thing that proves he has ever been in Azkaban is the tattoo on his chest which is visible, because of the low cut shirt that shows almost all of his chest.
The tattoo then suddenly reminds me on how I cursed myself to get a tattoo of every one's name the minute they died and I knew them. By the end of it, my entire arm had been laced with rings upon rings of names and everyone I had ever known had been killed. Sirius, Cedric, Dumbledore and my parents had started the line and Bill and Fleur Weasley had easily and quickly followed them.
I look at my cloths and then charm them to have no arms at all. Then I close my eyes and whisper the same charm as I had done when I turned seventeen. Then a gasp is heard that comes from many and I myself hiss for only a second as once more line after line appears on my right arm and taint the entire flesh.
Then I whisper the charm again and this time the line those who love us never truly leave us appears on the inner side of my left arm.
Then I whisper the charm one last time and this time the words Golden Trio together appears above my shoulder blades, while around the height of my navel the words Goklen Trio Forever appear and on the height of my mid riff a picture of Ron, Hermione and me appears.
This all appears on my back and I smile as the others sigh in relief, while they think that my last tattoo spell failed. Then Wood asks: "Why the Hell did you do that?" To this I touch my right arm and mutter: "Memories. Back then to remind me of what I lost, now to inspire me not to lose them again." Then Fred says: "But Harry, I see my name right here." And he aims at a point 4,33 inches onto my upper arm.
To this I nod and then I say: "When I said that I lost everyone, I meant
This shocks the boy and then Sirius comes over and hugs me tightly. This causes me to feel faint as his body is stronger than I expected after so many years in Azkaban and then I realize that as Padfoot, the big black dog that is actually bear-sized and is the secret Animagus form of my godfather, he had more than enough time and room in his cell to train his body and keep it well-shaped.
Then I wrap my arms around the man's neck and he whispers: "It's okay, Harry. We'll make sure you can stripe all those named of your arm." But then I aim at the very top of the list were the named Lilly and James stand. This makes Sirius sigh and then he says: "Well, those two can stay, but I promise that all others will disappear.
And just so you know, Harry, those names there make me very proud of you. Because it means that you really love your parents and that is something we all do."
This makes me smile and then I ask: "Hey, do we have a match to win or what?" To this Wood says: "Yes, let's go, people. We have a really good chance now that we have Harry, we're tying with Ravenclaw and if we win this, the House and Quiditch Cup are both ours." To this I see Fred and George grinning and then I say: "Actually Wood, the House Cup is already ours."
This shocks the boy and then he asks: "How? You lost 150 points just a few weeks ago. How can you already have gotten those back in just two weeks?"
To this Fred says: "Easy, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Neville and I all helped Dumbledore save the Philosopher's Stone." And then George says: "And for that we all got points back." And then I end and count down on my fingers:
"Neville, Ron and Hermione won fifty points, the twins won sixty points each and I won eighty points, because I went back in time to save all the people I lost. So that gets us a total of 350 won back. So even if we have to take 150 points off for the points I lost, we are still 200 points ahead of Ravenclaw. Not that we were the only ones saving the stone. Twins?"
And when I look at them, they groan and then Fred says: "Okay, okay, we know." And then George mutters: "Malfoy helped too." This shocks the entire group, but this a mistake they realize a second too late, because I shout:
"AND NOW YOU ALL STOP THAT!"
They all look shocked and I say: "Salazar Slytherin and Goderic Gryffindor were rivals, yes. Professor Snape and my father, a true Gryffindor, hated each other, yes. But we are not them and the only one we should hate is Voldemort for stupidly enough bringing new life to a thousand year old feud. So if we ever want to stop that son of a bitch and create the magical world in the paradise it can be you have to stop being so damn stubborn and accept the fact that Houses have to unite. We aren't a school for nothing. So lets keep the rivalry to the Quiditch pitch and respect each other, for Merlin Sake."
And with that I slap my wings and fly out, not at all noticing the shocked looks of the Headmaster and the Four heads of houses that obviously came to see how I was doing. Then I fly up and into my dorm, past Ron without really seeing him and flying out of it through the window I used the day before.
Then I shoot down and follow the same path to the Stone Circle and Hagrid's hut as last time, but this I fly past the hut of the man, into a small forest path and over to a huge pitch of 20 feet high and with three golden poles of 30 feet high on each side of the pitch.
There are four high towers with stands in the top and each of these towers carry one of the four House colors and a small logo, like the Gryffindor tower with its spades, Slytherin with its clovers, Huffelpuf with its hearts and Ravenclaw with its diamonds.
The walls around the pitch are also filled with stands and these are divided in eight parts and for each house there were two parts of the stands.
I angrily land in the midst of the pitch and think: "Man, I need to cool off or I will never enjoy that match. And it's the first I can play to my full talent. I need to, to show Draco he has to enter next year. Can't wait to teach him all the moves we used and created in the future."
To this I smile as there is one thing I hadn't told my friends and that is that Draco Malfoy and I had been married during the midst of the war and that my Hide Out from 2005 to 2009 was Malfoy Manor's basement, that everyone believed to be destroyed by the suicide action of Lucius Malfoy when he heard that his son had married the arch enemy of his own Lord and future World ruler.
I sigh as I think back on how Draco, being sensitive and caring on the inside and also around me, but only when we were alone, had cried for his father's death and how he had only wanted the man to be proud of him.
I had been at his side on my own for a full three hours, while the young man of 23 years old had cried over all the anger, regret, abuse and neglect his father had given him over the years of his youth and teenage life.
After this Draco Malfoy had officially gotten himself named a Potter and had declared to me that he had realized what a monster his father was. This had caused a hatred to grow in the man, I never had wanted, but I had known ever since Draco changed his name, that I could not change the man's stubborn feelings.
Then I look at the inside of my wrist and softly touch the last name on my list, which is surrounded by red roses with a black stern. In a soft Gaelic handwriting on the place my pulse is, is also the name Draco Potter, which touches my heart with pain and love over his care and loss every time I look at it.
Then I hear footsteps behind me and as I turn around, I see the boy I one day want to marry. The boy is shocked as he sees me and then I say: "Hey Draco." With a friendly smile, while on the inside fighting every fiber of my body that screams out to the boy I love so much. The boy smiles back and then he says: "Hey Harry, you look good." To this I blush as I had always done when Draco had commented on my looks and then I suddenly realize that whatever had happened between us, ever since 2002 Draco had been honest with me and I had been the same with him.
But then he asks: "So this is your blood inheritance, is it?" I nod and say: "Apparently a part of my family must have been Elvin or something." The boy nods and says: "Looks good. The spikes really fit that new war hero image you have on the inside." This makes me smile as Draco is obviously being honest with me once more, while complimenting me.
Deciding to do that again, I sit down and ask: "Hey Draco, want to know something, I rather not tell anyone else?" To this the boy nods and then he sits down on the soft green grass opposite of me and I say: "Before I tell you, you have to know one thing I will declare the minute I get a good chance. I'm gay." This shocks the boy so much his eyes grow wide and I feel myself slightly fidgeting under the intense gaze of his beautiful eyes that never lost their shine or beauty no matter how old Draco grew.
Then he says: "Wow, wait till the press hears that." To this I sigh and say: "As long as that Rita Skeeter doesn't hear it, I don't really care who knows. But the point is that my future husband actually got me to admit that I was gay. And how."
This makes Draco smile and then I touch the spot again. Then Draco looks and his eyes grow wide as he sees my finger almost caressing his name. Then he asks: "Were we friends?" To this I giggle, because his innocence in not knowing the truth is too cute to resist and then I say: "No, actually this name here means the world to me. I lost him on the most cruel of all ways. To Voldemort personally."
And while Draco shudders at the thought of being killed by that murderer, I think back on the one thing I never want to relive again. Voldemort had been able to Imperius curse Draco and the boy had made a failed Draught of Living Death.
The Potion had caused my body to go in limbo, but I had been able to stay conscious, although I had no control of my body.
At first Voldemort was furious that Draco had failed and he had charmed the man up against the wall of our Hide out, but then he had seen the silver ring of engagement that I had given Draco and the most wicked of all smiles had appeared on his face.
He had then summoned my body and that had been the first time in 7 years I was really afraid of what could happen, while I had in the 4 previous years lost 30 of my friends. Then Voldemort had charmed my body to move with his and to my shock, he had first fucked Draco senseless, before he cut open his arms legs, cut off his erection and open his rear and then he had simply stabbed Draco in the heart, lungs, neck and had even cut a lightning shaped cut on his forehead.
I had cried the entire time, because Voldemort's curse had made sure that it was me doing all these things and so when he was done with everything, he stopped his charms on us and dropped us next to each other, before leaving, telling me that I could expect the same punishment for being so hard to kill.
And worse, if I feel up to it,
had been the last words I had heard coming from the man, before I had finally found the power to kill the man, using my best spell, the Experliarmus spell, so strongly, it shot the core and with that the heart, right out of the man's body, killing him in a second.
That night I had been visited by the guider and I had made my choice, simply because I wanted to see my dearest husband alive and well and not scarred, cut and castrated.
Then I feel a soft hand wiping something away and only then do I realize that my eyes are closed and that tears are once more falling down my cheeks. I look up and see Draco looking at me in concern. Not being able to see that dark emotion in his eyes and being in desperate need of his warmth, I whisper the three words, Draco had spilled before he officially died.
"I love you."
The boy is shocked and then I say: "You loved me too, Draco. We loved each other more than anything. You even offered your house, your basement to be exact, to me when I had to hide. You gave me everything and I always returned it. We were too close to describe.
I love you, Draco. And the real reason I chose to come back here instead of to the day my parents were killed, was because I wanted to have a chance with you again.
I wanted you to love me and now, after a full year of acting to hate you and of feeling too stupid and alone for not accepting your offer and not being with you every minute of every day, I just can't help it anymore. I love you, Draco, with all my heart."
This makes the boy smile and then he, to my sheer pleasure and the of joyous screaming of my soul, hugs me close and lets me lean against his chest.
Then he starts to stoke through my short spikes and whispers: "I must admit that…. Whatever I feel for you, Harry, is something I have never felt for anyone else. Not even my family feels as good to be with as being here with you."
This makes me smile and then I say: "You did always say that I was like family and more." Then I snicker and when Draco looks at me in a questioning way, I say: "You never really grew up in that. You aren't able to express your feelings here and neither were you back then. Not that I was good at it, but with us." And then, like he's my twin and knows exactly what I'm trying to say, he says:
"With us, no words are needed."
To this I smile as this was one sentence we spoke more often than not and it had been the absolute favorite of Draco to hear me say. Then I hear footsteps coming closer and while I don't want to be disturbed, but know that with my fame and new looks that will be impossible, I simply let my wings fall over the both of us, mostly hiding Draco from view, which pleases me, because I have grown quite possessive of the boy, as I had seen Pansy Parkinson, a girl of our year and age with dark brown hair reaching her jaw line and black eyes, constantly fawning over Draco at every move he made.
Then suddenly Draco asks: "Hey, are those part of your blood inheritance too?" I nod and then he smiles, which just automatically makes me smile back, mostly because all that the boy had send at me all through the year were evil looks and glares. Then the footsteps obviously leave the hallway that separates the Quiditch pitch from the outside of the entire building and stop in shock.
I look up and see Snape, Dumbledore, Pansy Parkinson (who to my joy looks like she has eaten several rotten lemons and a whole box of school crayons at the same time) and Crabbe and Goyle, who look shocked too, but still look as stupid as I have known them for my whole life.
I then see Parkinson ready to pull out her wand and immediately activate my battle war mode that I had been in since the real start of the war in 1999, after almost two years in which Voldemort, shockingly enough, gathered fighters and followers from the Middle East, China and Japan.
I stand up, using my arms around Draco to pull him up too, while my wings lift us both up and then make a turn to get Draco behind me as I land. Then I stand ready and hiss: "Attack either of us, Parkinson, and you'll have a full grown war fighter on your neck. And thanks to my last visit from your dear lord, I know a terrific way to kill you. So back off!"
And while I use sarcasm at my words of dear and terrific, I bite out the last two words causing the girl to pale.
Then I feel the soft hand of my true love on my shoulder and when I feel his thumb caressing the place above my right wing, I take deep breaths to calm down and step out of my fighting stance. Then the hand becomes an arm and is joined on my left side with another arm that together wrap themselves around my back and I feel a soft mop of hair rubbing up against my neck. I smile at this and then I dive, turn and move back up, before deeply hugging my dear Draco, who wraps his soft arms tightly around me.
This makes me smile as the arms feel just as safe and comforting as through out our life as a married couple and then Snape, with a hint of happiness I can easily detect, asks: "Not that I want to intrude, but what exactly are you two doing here?"
To this I say: "I just got a bit too furious at the Gryffindor Quiditch team, because the twins didn't want to admit that Draco had helped and the rest was a bit too unbelievable about it to my liking."
The man nods and then Draco, who turns me around, but keeps his arm around my shoulder, says: "And you know better than anyone that I love to have the pitch to myself before a good match." To this I laugh and when everyone looks at me, I blush,
still not used to so much attention and then I say: "I just thought about all the matches and flying parties I have been able to hold over the years. Most of them were in secret, because I have been marked as an Undesirable since 2001 when it became pretty clear that Voldemort was taking over. To be honest, the last few matches I had to play act here were absolutely nothing compared to the standard Draco and I can fly at."
To this Draco looks at me shocked and then I ask: "You are going to enter next year, aren't you?" To this the boy nods, shell shocked that I praise him as a good flyer and then I smile and suddenly a small cloud that looks a lot like the white mist I see when I meet my guider flies over us and when it stops in front of me, I see something appear I never expected and to my shock I catch the most beautiful and memorial broom I have ever seen.
The ash wood is a beautiful soft red color and matches the dark brown birch twigs on an almost delicate way that, to my knowledge, hides the actual speed, accuracy and power behind the broom. I smile at the broom and then look up and ask: "How easy do you want me to win this match?"
But instead of an answer, two small boxes I easily catch and recognize as I had bought them myself. The boxes are 1.57 inches long and 0.98 inches wide and are both made of soft red leather that feels like silk.
I smile at the boxes and then I say: "Okay, I get it." And in a second the cloud is gone. Then I remember how I had presented the items within the box to my beloved boyfriend and smile as I decide to do it again.
And so I ask: "Hey Draco, where do you think will this one be better placed?" And with that I pull a silver with snakes and a grey colored diamond on the top out of the box and while Draco looks at it in shock, I put it near my ear and ask: "Here?" And while I see Snape smirking at me as the man is realizing what I am planning, I grab Draco's left hand and while softly showing the band around his finger, I ask:
The boy looks from the engagement ring to me and then he smirks himself and before I know it, the other box is out of my hand and he says: "I don't know, Potter. But I must say." And with that he pulls a ring, similar to his own, but then with a golden band, instead of silver and with a transparent diamond out of the box and slides it on my own left ring finger, saying:
"This place is just perfect for this." To this, no longer able to keep it, I just burst out laughing and say: "Unbelievable." Then I see Draco turning angry and while wrapping my arms and wings around him, I say: "You did the whole thing the same as last time I proposed."
This makes the boy smile and then I wrap myself further around the boy and whisper: "I promise Draco, that this time, when we turn seventeen, Voldemort will be gone and we will be married officially instead of secretly." This makes the boy smile and then I think: "Even though I have a lot to do to get that done, I will do it. Voldemort won't live to tell any tails of what happened to us in any of our fights. I will never let him."
And with that I think back on how Voldemort, when he had been able to take over the Daily Prophet, had let one of our bloodiest fights be published and how Draco had been an emotional mess when he had read the entire thing. This makes me sigh and again I feel the soft stroking hand on my cheek.
I smile at my lover and he asks: "What's the matter?" To this I shrug and say: "Just one of his actions. He angers me too much to be normal, but that's probably because of this." And I lift my scar back to my forehead. Then I see Draco's eyes widen and I say: "The magical connection makes it impossible for me to remove it completely, but I can move it to other places of my body. The problem is that, as a spirit, he is in a constant mood of insanity and anger and that fuels my anger whenever he does something I just can't stand."
The others nod and then I say: "Professors, I'm afraid that I simply cannot always be there at school. Voldemort has items that make it possible for him to stay alive forever and I know that he is right now busy on one of those. That one will be easy for me to get if I play it the right way, but the others are almost lethal and although I can promise that I am prepared for them all and that I will come back from them all alive,
I cannot promise that I will be in good state every time I return. I need to do what I need to do and yes, I am more than willing to take the risk." To this Draco, already quite dependent on me, asks: "And me, Harry?"
To this I smile and say: "I can use your help if my first plan fails. Voldemort has a diary under the name of Tom Riddle and that is right now in your father's possession. I need it, because it is one of the six ways to Voldemort's defeat. So unless Voldemort tells your father to give it away, I need you to get it for me, Drake. Can you do that?"
To this Draco smiles and says: "You count on it." I nod and then I say: "Draco, Professor Snape, I'm sorry, but I used the chess set to keep you busy so that Voldemort wouldn't discover that you help me instead of him.
So I need both of your words that you will act, outside of Hogwarts, as if you hate me and that you're just toying with my emotions and the truce I suggested yesterday. Can you do that?"
To this Snape nods and then Draco asks: "But why?" To this I smile and say: "Drake, you're my one true love and Voldemort used my emotions and body against the both of us. If you act as if you're a true Slytherin, Voldemort won't figure it out until it's too late and he's dead. It's all a part of my safety plan."
The boy nods and then he hugs me and asks: "Harry, just how dangerous is this mission of yours?" To this I sigh and say: "Really dangerous, love. But I'll be fine. The reason I failed last time, was because Voldemort still had five of those things when he came to full power and when he had officially declared the war, which had been two years after the death of an important member of the Light Side, I had only found one more.
And two years later I became known as an Undesirable and that made it twice as hard as there were also Snatchers after me.
Now all this isn't here yet and if it's up to me, it won't either, but the search, destruction and attempts to get those items is almost just as dangerous." The boy nods and then I mutter: "Never in the whole year that I've been back here, did I think I would spill so much about the future."
To this Dumbledore says: "But all you are giving us, Harry, are warnings for what we have to look out for if Voldemort does return." To this I nod and then I hear more and more people coming over.
I look back at Draco and say: "The match will start soon. See you in the stands?" To this the boy nods and then Snape says: "He can stay with us. And Mss. Parkinson, if you, Mr. Crabbe or Mr. Goyle don't keep yourself with the plan and don't start up with the truce between the Houses I will personally get you expelled, is that clear?" To this the three nod and then I say:
"Strict and fair as always."
This makes the man smirk and only seven minutes later am I standing in the pitch, but this time in my Quiditch robes. My shirt has one parallel yellow line at elbow height and above and below that the shirt is red with the Gryffindor logo on the left chest. I have broken white pants and strong protective gloves and boots that protect my lower arms and legs. My Quiditch robes are red with a yellow lining that goes to the inside of the robe and once more has the Gryffindor logo on the left side of my chest.
I am holding my Firebolt in my hand with a confident smile and then Wood asks: "So that broom is even better than the Nimbus 2000?" To this I nod and then I say: "It's even better than the 2001 that will come out this summer. It came out next year and Sirius gave it to me at the end of my Third year to make sure I would win."
The boy, who is well build, burly and has short brown hair that reaches his high forehead and falls over it, nods as I see the familiar maniacal look appearing in his eyes. Then the doors to our side of the field open and with a broad smile, unlike my first match where I faked my fear and shock, I shoot into the air on my broom, before any of the others have even stepped on their brooms.
I fly around the towers, in-between the goals on both sides, let my toes scrape over the grass, make a climb straight up with 120 miles an hour and then go back down, having the full control over my broom, thanks to years of using it to escape Death Eaters and other Dark scum. Then I stop on my part of the field and unlike every match everyone is quiet as they realize that I have the most amazing and fastest broom they have ever seen.
The whole time during my flight I had felt free and wild and had let all the cropped up energy and talent out, ready to steam off, while playing an easy match and then, while looking around, I see the other flyers simply flying over and setting themselves at their positions, without showing off their own skills as a nice show before the match as they always do.
Then Madame Hooch, the flying instructor and referee of Hogwarts comes over with a chest in which I know are the balls to play the match. I smile at this and hold my broom with both hands, ready to have a terrific match after all the matches I had to keep a low profile in.
Then I look around and see Draco. I smirk at him and before anyone knows it, I have flown over and pecked the boy on the cheek, before shooting back to my position, seeing Draco looking shocked with his hand on his cheek, which causes me to smile as the cuteness of the situation looks even more adorable on his youthful, but still really handsome face.
Then Madame Hooch, who is a woman with short grey hair that is nearly as wild and messy and mine and who has yellow hawk-like eyes that once scared me, but now for some reason comfort me, says: "I want a nice clean game…. From all of you."
This makes me smile as she said that at every match and for some reason, this time I have the feeling she is talking to me. This makes me roll my eyes and then I see my opponent and to my shock, disgust and still slight joy, it's Cho Chang, who I had a crush on back in my Third and Fourth and even part of my Fifth year.
The girl is one year older than me and has long black hair that falls over her forehead, slightly in her eyes and over her shoulders. She has black eyes that right now seem to shine with a need to show herself and then I think: "What is she, trying to proof herself against me?" But instead of asking, I let my need to win of the girl, who became a Death Eater after the end of the D.A. also known as Dumbledore's Army, seep into my old broom, feeling the magic that makes it fly and lets it speed up be powered up by my need to win.
This makes me smile as my broom gives a slight shudder of delight, the wood still being alive, thanks to the small, but difficult charm I placed on it, while walking from the Locker rooms to the pitch.
Then I see Madame Hooch open the chest and see two small balls, slightly bigger than tennis balls and dark brown move out of the chest at high speed, quickly followed by a golden ball with silver wings that is no bigger than a golf ball. Then the woman grabs a large red ball with small flat round holes in it and throws it up, the ball quickly caught by one of the Gryffindor chasers.
To this I fly up higher and then look down, trying to keep a good eye on both the Snitch, which is the small golden ball, and on my team mates. I see Wood staying at the left sided goals and see Fred and George flying around with a bat that is half the size of a baseball bat and then I see the three most invincible girls I have ever seen if it comes to Quiditch.
The first is Angelina Johnson, who is a tanned girl with black hair reaching just past her shoulders and tipping her arm pits. Her hair is now in a pony tail and she has brown eyes that are looking straight at the Ravenclaw keeper, while she has the Quaffle, the red ball, under her arm.
Next to her is another girl, this one named Alicia Spinet and who has a slightly stronger tan, black hair reaching her chest and brown eyes that are looking left and right, making sure that her partner isn't harmed or stopped on their journey to score.
And finally is there Katie Bell, who is the only chaser with the same tan as my own and with brown hair that reaches her upper arms. She has soft brown eyes and is just above the golden poles, to my sheer joy distracting the Keeper.
Then Alicia scores and to this I feel what my broom wants and make a happy cartwheel to the back, much to the annoyance of my opponent, who sends me a small angry glare, all the while stupidly enough batting her eyelashes at me, which doesn't at all affect me and even slightly disgusts me as my life with Draco made me feel disgusted by the female ways of flirting.
Then I see it and think: "I've only been in the air for two minutes. If I catch it now, I'll break my own record. But I have to do it, the war battle way." And with that I smirk and start to make all sorts of moves, just to both distract Chang from the Snitch, which I secretly hover closer to with each move and to let her think I am showing off myself to her.
Then I am only half a feet away from the Snitch and hear Wood shouting: "Potter, stop showing off and find that darned Snitch!"
To this I shrug and say: "Okay."
And with a simple hand movement I pluck the Snitch right out of the air, much to the shock of the Keeper. Then all other players stop as they see that I have the Snitch and then I say: "War Battle ways. Easy, distractive and still overly effective."
And with that I smile and fly over to the right tower, while shouting for Cho to keep her eyes out. The girl looks at me and then I easily snatch Draco right out of the stand, without even harming any of the other stand occupants. I put the handsome lad on my broom and kiss him on the cheek, not at all paying any mind to the people in the stands below me, or the angry shrieking Cho above me. But then the girl shrieks:
"He's just a filthy bastard who's too weak to even defend himself and needs to pay monkeys to do the job. He's nothing more than a useless weak viper!"
And this sets an anger I haven't felt since the death of Ron in 2003 up in me and then I fly over to Hermione and the rest and hiss: "Off." To this Draco obliges and slips off the broom. Then I turn my anger at full power and in a second I am next to Cho and the girl has a black eye. I have my arm out and my hand is a fist as anger courses through me as wild as my magic.
Then I grab my wand and with a strong charm tie my broom to hers with her front to my rear. Using a sticking charm on her hands, bottom and the broom to keep her there, I start to do my starters moves again and the girl shrieks as my speed is over 150 miles an hour.
Then I decide to really show her what's scary, just to punish her and after shooting a questioning force of power into my broom and getting an agreeing surge back, I make a steep dive with my nose, that of my broom and that of the shrieking girl, whose shouts I easily ignore, because of the angry whistle in my ears and the rushing of my blood, I go straight to the ground.
There, only 1 feet above the ground, I shoot right back up and head straight for the goals, shooting between two of them as I fly straight through the stadium.
Then I stop and rid the girl of the sticking charms. Then I turn myself around and hiss: "If I ever hear you say that again, it won't be my flying skills I will use against you, understand?" The girl, trembling, crying and with her eyes closed, nods and then I release her broom of mine and hiss:
"Either you work with me in this truce between the four Houses, or you work against me. And you don't want to be in that positions, is that clear?"
The girl nods again and then she slowly flies away, obviously traumatized by what she just went through. Then I smirk and ask: "And you know what, Chang? You never stood a chance with me." To this the girl looks around and I show her my ring, which causes her to whiten of shock, before she sighs and flies off. Then I fly back to Draco, needing to steam off the anger with the love I feel for him and when I land, Draco asks: "Did you… just do that…. For me?" To this I smile and then I caress his cheek and mutter:
This makes the boy smile and then he hugs me and while he is 4.8 feet high, I easily over heighten with my 5.3 feet. This causes the boy to easily put his head on my shoulder and I burry my face in his hair, smelling the scent that is obviously Draco Malfoy.
A rich cologne, green leaves and even a hint of salty water mix themselves on the olfactory senses of my nose and this causes a lot of my anger to ebb away. Then my body feels the slim, strong and still tender shape of my partner and this causes all of my anger to be replaced by joy.
Then Lee Jordan, the best friend of the twins, who is tanned, has his black hair in dreadlocks that fall down his shoulders and who has brown eyes that match his tan quite nicely, says: "Well, next to that quite mean commentary of Mss. Chang has Ravenclaw put up quite a fair and nice game, but we all agree that with a winning score of 180 against 10, the official winner of this Year's final Quiditch match is the
GRYFFINDOR QUIDITCH TEAM!"
And only then does the team seem to realize that they have won, because the shocked and slightly angered atmosphere around them is soon replaced by sheer joy and amazement that Gryffindor, after seven long years, has won the Finals.
Then Draco holds me tight and cheers along with the Gryffindor students around me and while he does so, I say: "Promise me you won't make it just as easy for me to win our match, okay?"
To this the boy nods and then I smile, as I had actually discovered that Magical Craftsmanship, Muggle Craftsmanship and Fine Arts are talents I have always been amazingly good at.
And so I hand him the broom and say: "I'll make my own. This one is yours." Then I look up, see Sirius looking at me in shock and add: "For now." The boy looks confused and then he sees me looking at my godfather and asks: "Birthday gift?" To this I shake my head and say:
"Gift while being on the run."
The boy nods and then he pushes it back and says: "Just make me a broom that can rival yours so we can have a couple of good matches and keep this. I don't want to take things that obviously mean so much to you."
This makes me smile and then Wood flies over and to my shock, he plucks me right out of the audience, letting me drop my broom and flying me over to Dumbledore, while he says:
"Celebrate with your fiancé later. You have a trophy to accept."
This makes me laugh, as Wood has always been fanatic with winning that particular Cup and then I think: "At least I helped him with what he wants the most." This makes me smile and then we fly over to the elder Headmaster who holds a golden cup with two hands, one on both sides and that has all playing positions of the game engraved on it, together with a plate below it that right now says Quiditch Cup winner 1991-1992: Gryffindor House.
This makes me smile as the match was exciting as the ones I had to fake my excitement in, but still I know that I really gave my full power in winning this. Then Dumbledore says: "I am most pleased with how clean and exciting this match has been and am assured that the fair victory of this match goes to Gryffindor!"
This causes a tremendous round of cheers and applause to ring over the stadium. This makes me smile and then, as the teacher hands me the cup, the familiar white mist once more comes above me, holding my broom below it.
I smile as I hand the cup to Wood, who happily holds it above his head and then I sit back on my own broom, feeling the familiar strong wood of the ash tree, and just as Wood wants to hand me the cup again, does the cloud drop something else and to my shock
I catch a beautiful brown coloured chest with seven locks on the right front of the trunk. I smile as I see my initials H.J.P. in dark blue on the top of the trunk and then see the words forever mine written in Draco's handwriting on the right lower corner of the top of the trunk.
I smile as I push the hand down further than it was and the trunk reduces to the size of the golf ball. Then I realize why the cloud gave me the trunk and quickly resize it back to it's original size, before opening the fourth lock. Then I smile at Wood and show him the inside, which causes his eyes to widen as inside the fourth trunk were all the prizes I was able to save of when Hogwarts was attacked.
The man looks shocked at all the trophies in there and then I say: "And half of these are won by Gryffindor between now and 2000." This causes the boy to look shocked and then he cheers and shoots over to his team, while I smirk as I had shown the boy the trophies to be able to go back to my boyfriend.
And so I shoot over and with my trunk once more the size of a golf bal and back in my pocket I land and ask: "Now where was I?" And with that Draco, getting my little game, says: "I believe you were planning to do this."
And with that he kisses me passionately.
Happy that his first kiss isn't given to Pansy as he had done back in 1999, just to get my attention, I wrap my arms around his figure with passion and lift him up slightly, letting him put his toes on my own to stay balanced.
Then his lips, tender and soft from their first kiss, softly wrap themselves over my lower lip and I happily lick his upper lip, causing the boy to let out a groan that sounds like music to my ears.
Feeling my body heating up and knowing that my little boyfriend isn't ready for what my elder soul wants, I simply hold Draco tight and smile as many people around me cheer for our first kiss and the victory of Gryffindor over Ravenclaw.
Draco then finally lets go of my lower lip and stops our first kiss, putting his head on the crook of my neck. The softness of his blond hair on my shoulder makes me smile and with a small charm, I banish my robe to feel more of that wonderful skin.
Then I see other students lifting the Gryffindor team on their shoulders and smile at this, but when I see others looking at me, I glare at them to warn them not to get me away from my lover, to which they back of with slight fear written in their eyes.
Then Draco seems to notice it and looks at me, wondering what is the matter. Then I smile and him and with my hand on his cheek, I say: "They tried to take me from you." This makes the boy smile and then I slap my wings and say: "See you in the common room."
And with that I fly up, over to the Gryffindor tower and through the same window I used to fly out. And when Draco sees the Gryffindor boys dorm, I just have to giggle at how cute the boy looks with shock on his normally clear or angered features. The boy looks at me and asks: "You sleep here?"
To this I nod and say: "Yes and believe it or not, but Dumbledore did too. He even burned those curtains there in his Fourth year."
To this Draco asks: "How the Hell do you know that?" To this I smirk and say: "He told me himself. I actually know quite a lot of Dumbledore." To this the boy asks: "Really, like what?" To this I feel my father's prank genes coming up and ask: "Are you sure you don't belong in Ravenclaw?"
This shocks the boy, but then I laugh, which causes the boy to snicker himself as he realizes I am just kidding around and then I say:
"But the funny things aside, I will tell you a few things. I know for a fact that Dumbledore loves raspberry jam most of all, that it takes a great deal of loyalty to him, such as swearing it to your arch-enemy, to get Phawkes, who is his pet-phoenix, that it was him who brought me to the muggles when my parents were killed, that he was the one placing the Fidilius charm over my parents and."
But then I stop as suddenly I realize something too dramatic and painful to really comprehend, but the more I think about it, the more I realize it's true and once more, without my knowledge, tears, this time of betrayal and pain, fall down my cheeks, only to once more be caught by the back of my lover's right fingers.
Then my eyes, that were looking up in the distance without seeing anything, really see my lover crouching in front of me. Then he asks: "What's the matter?" But instead of telling him,
I fly out, too embarrassed, hurt and betrayed to ever really say the words out loud, unless the man in question is around. I hear my lover calling out to me, but ignore it and simply fly off to the pitch, strongly sensing Dumbledore and, to my great and sick satisfaction, Sirius still being there.
Then I land in the stand where both are and while flying, the betrayal had fuelled my anger and as I see Sirius and Dumbledore sitting together, I hiss:
"How could you?"
The man looks at me and then Sirius asks: "How could I what, Harry?" To this I shake my head and say: "Not you, Sirius. Him."
And of course the hard tone causes confusion to shine in the eyes of the headmaster as I look at him. Then Sirius asks: "What on earth did Dumbledore do?" To this I say: "You can better say what on earth didn't Dumbledore do? Especially concerning you, my parents, Pettigrew and a certain Fidilius charm."
Now I look at the man, daring him not to realize what I am talking about, but while I see the man getting that this concerns the Fidilius charm of many years ago, I still see a slight confusion shining in his eyes and snap:
"You were the one who cast the Fidilius charm on Pettigrew and my parents and you didn't do a Bloody thing to help Sirius out of Fucking Azkaban, while you knew that one of his crimes was not his work!" Now Dumbledore looked shocked and then Sirius asks:
"WHAT?" To this I snap: "Sirius, think about it. Dumbledore here was the one suggesting they go down under with the charm. He wanted them to choose him, but they refused, so he chose to be the caster of the spell. But the Fidilius charm needs the hiders inside the object they are hiding in and the Secret Keeper outside it, which means…." And Sirius mutters:
"That Pettigrew was standing outside the house and that Dumbledore knew this." To this I nod and then we both turn our heads, mine filled with anger, betrayal and a nearly incontrollable need to hurt and Sirius with eyes filled with pain and betrayal, to the man who hurt us both on the same time.
Sorry for the chapters, but I really don't know how to edit chapters. Now here is the question till next time.
Should Harry forgive Dumbledore or should he figure the man out as the same murderer as Voldemort?
review and I will write.