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Chapter 9: Confessions and responsibilities
Harry was about to be 11 in a few days. Hermione and Sirius then agreed to talk to the boy about his past, his story so that he could understand why many legends circulate about him. So they sent Olivia to the Burrow under the pretence of having to speak with Harry about his future studies at Hogwarts. The little girl refused to spend a night without her best friend. The diner was very quiet that evening and neither of the two members of the couple knew where to start in their stories.
So they brought Harry into the living room and explained that they were going to tell him the story of his biological parents. The boy had always wanted to hear this story but had been told he had to wait till he was old enough to understand. They began by telling him that he was the son of Lily and James Potter, and that these two people were friends of Sirius and Remus. Sirius added that he had been overwhelmed when his father had asked him to be his godfather.
"But Mom, does that mean that my biological parents did not know them?"
"Yes and no Harry. It's more complicated than that, let's say I knew them but they never knew me. Anyway, I explain this to you at the end of our discussion."
He nodded, leaving those he had always called Mom and Dad to tell the rest. They had never concealed from him that he had been adopted but Harry saw in them his parents, no matter the blood. Hermione continued by explaining that fearing for their lives and that of their son, James and Lily decided to hide with a spell of "Fidelius", indeed a wizard would be their secret keeper and only he could reveal the location of their place. Officially Sirius had the role but informally it was Peter. After all who would have thought to question him?
The plan was perfect except that Peter was already in the service of Lord Voldemort. Sirius' voice trembelled as he told Harry how he had arrived too late to save his best friends, but his voice resumed its tone when he began to talk about Hermione. The one that had saved him from Azkaban and which had prevented many problems in the future, Harry was gasping as he looked at his mother, he knew she was strong but he had never really imagined her as a combatant. Sirius and Hermione resumed the fact that it was not impossible that Voldemort would come back for the last time but would be almost deadly. Harry grinned at the name that everyone was so afraid of.
"Harry, you should never be afraid to pronounce that name, okay? Fear of a name only increases the fear of the thing itself". Hermione said, seeing her son's reaction.
"Okay mom ... Dad, you said that if you knew ... that if Voldemort came back he would be pratically deadly, why practically?"
Hermione looked at Sirius, who took courage in both hands to begin his terrible confession. He began by saying that Lily's death had protected her son in some way from death, and that Harry had survived the death curse, giving him the nickname of "The Boy Who Lived." Then he explained to the boy that thanks to his adoptive mother, they had been able to destroy what are called Horcrux, pieces of soul allowing Voldemort to return to life.
They had all been destroyed except one, one that was created on the night of Lily's death, a Horcrux who had taken refuge with the only living being nearby: Harry. The boy then looked sad and frightened, seeking comfort in the eyes of his parents.
"Does that mean I'm partly Voldemort?"
"Not at all," Hermione said, taking Harry in her arms. "I can assure you that's not true. There's a piece of his soul hidden in you that's true but I'm working with other witches on a way to get you out of this Horcrux and we're almost done with the spell and the potion."
"Really? But why now, I mean after all these years!"
"The magic of your body has to be develop so that it works and therefore wait until your powers are manifested but now that it is the case we will be able to finish all this and to withdraw it before you even go to Hogwarts!"
Despite the terrible news he had just learned, Harry was reassured by the words of his parents who had taken care of him all this time. His parents explained that everyone knew his story except the Horcrux side in him because officially all the Horcrux were destroyed. He should keep this detail secret. Her sister herself did not know and would only be told in a few years. The kisses continued and the evening went calmly with Harry asking all the questions: the war where his mother had fought, his biological parents and so on.
He was so tired that night that he fell asleep in an instant and to the amazement of his parents did not have nightmares, even if there was enough to make of it! As promised the young man drank a potion while holding the resurrection stone in one hand with his mother whispering a spell. A green flash passed through their living room, and a part of Voldemort's soul faded through the air.
Back to school, it was with the Weasley that Hermione, Sirius, Harry and Olivia went on platform 9 ¾ to catch the Hogwarts Express. Harry knew he would find his mother as a Professor there and that she was not going to give him a gift because he was his son, and he was delighted. Ginny and Olivia had a craving to get on board but their parents had to remind them that they should still wait a year before they could do as their brothers. Hermione then took the path to Hogwarts while Sirius was returning with Olivia, she was curious to know in which house Harry would be.
The subject of discussion was the same in Ron and Harry's compartment, the redhead did not want to break the family tradition. After all even his brothers, the twins, were in the Red and Gold house. Harry was also afraid, his adoptive parents were from Gryffindor, and his biological parents were from Gryffindor. How would they react if he finished Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff, even though they are good houses? Or worse to Slytherin!? Even though his parents had told him that all the houses had his qualities, he was afraid of being in this last one.
They reached their destination and followed Hargrid like all the first-year students to the bewitched boats that took them to the castle. They met Neville Longbottom and were greeted at the doors of the Great Hall by Professor McGonagall explaining their future distribution between the houses. She left them a few minutes to make some adjustments. A young blond man walked over to Harry, shouting loudly, "Harry Potter was a student at Hogwarts," he presented himself as Draco Malfoy and offered to be with him because the wizard said some families were better than others .
Harry responded negatively to his request, he had always been friends with Ron and knew who was trustworthy. He had also surprised one evening a discussion between his mother and his father discussing the Malfoys and an incident that had occurred at home that made his mother very sad. Just for that Harry did not want to have anything to do with them.
"Follow me!" Announced Professor McGonagall, who had just reappeared.
The first years then returned to the Great Hall under the eyes of their elders and grouped themselves in front of the Sorting Hat which would decide their house. Harry could see his mother at the professors' table and grinned. The names scrolled one by one, of course Draco barely had time to get the Hat on the head it cried "Slytherin", then came Ronald Weasley's turn, which to his great relief ended up in Gryffindor. A great silence invaded the room when the name Harry Potter was pronounced, Harry approached and placed on the small stool and McGonagall placed the Hat on him. Everyone held their breath when, in a loud, grave voice, it announced...
