Beta: Julie. fjad
Chapter Twelve
All aboard
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His cup with hot chocolate would have been cold long time ago, had it not been for the charms on it. The cup stood on a large table, near a neat stack of papers, and something that looked like shimmering material lay nearby.
Old, wrinkled fingers were slowly combing through the material, their owner deep in thoughts.
Sad, blue eyes were dull as they traced the path of his fingers and the shimmering material of the cloak on his table.
How could everything have gone so wrong? Why had he made such a mistake?
Albus Dumbledore shook his head, squeezing his eyes shut from the heavy burden of guilt that was suffocating him, allowing only one small tear to roll down the wrinkled face.
What have I done?
All the sacrifices, all those who gave their lives, it was all for nothing. He had had such hopes, even when reality knocked and tore his shiny, pink bubble into pieces, he still believed.
Only later, after seeing Harry's effortless Cruciatus on an inanimate object—which wasn't possible according to all books, since the object had to be alive for the curse to work—Albus' bubble had stopped existing, and he had accepted the truth.
After witnessing what Harry had done to Miss Granger, after seeing the memory with his own eyes, he couldn't ignore it anymore. He couldn't ignore hundreds of dead people who died as Harry's 1st September congratulation, and the boy himself was fine with it. As the day went on, his resolve to not give up on Harry had started crumbling down, and now, there was nothing left of it.
Harry was a monster.
And it was too late. He was too late. He should have listened to Severus, and interfered a long time ago, minimizing the damaging effects of Jim Moriarty's influence. But he hadn't.
When Harry had been sorted into Gryffindor, he had been ecstatic, believing it to be a good thing. Only today he had finally understood what the Sorting Hat had meant when it had explained that Harry Potter could not have been sorted into Slytherin because he lacked one quality that was very important for Slytherin, and the only house that Harry fit into, was Gryffindor.
He had wanted to believe it was the lack of ambition, but only today, after observing Harry closely, he understood.
He wished now Harry had been sorted into Slytherin, because Gryffindor was much, much worse.
Harry had no sense of self preservation, he did not care about his life, and that was why he couldn't be Slytherin. Tom, Lucius, Severus—they all cared about themselves, even if fanatical and insane, they did not want to die. Harry, on the other hand, did not care at all.
Harry was a ticking bomb which would destroy not only everyone around the boy, but the boy himself as well, and Harry was fine with it.
Their boy-who-lived was a fanatic, and Albus did not see a way out of this situation anymore. Before him lay a letter from Mycroft Holmes, and for the first time since getting it, Albus Dumbledore had to finally accept the fact that he agreed with Mycroft Holmes.
Harry Potter could turn out to be a much bigger problem than Voldemort could ever be, and that was why, with a heavy heart, he was going to go along with Mycroft's only plan, and allow Harry's interrogation. He could not allow Harry to grow up the way he was now. He had no hope anymore.
"There is always hope, Albus Dumbledore. You just have to believe."
Blinking a few times, Albus focused his gaze on the person who was now sitting on a top shelf. Wide, blue eyes traced the lines on the face of a woman, who had a very interesting face that was framed by dirty-blonde, edge-cut hair, and then he looked at her white trousers and a white shirt, before noticing her bare feet. He would have said something already, had it not been for enormous, pure white feather wings behind her back.
Merlin.
"Oh, please. Merlin was a human, while I am definitely not." The woman jumped down from the shelf, a blur of feathers later, she was sitting directly in front of shocked Albus Dumbledore, leaning forward onto his desk, allowing to look her in the eyes, which were pure blue in colour, and shined with power.
"Forgive my—"
"Incompetence? You, wizards, do spells and rituals that involve either demonic or angelic powers, and you still refuse to accept that we exist. Stupid." The woman's voice was melodic, and her face was kind and open, even when she ruthlessly mocked him and their kind.
"I am afraid—"
"You're always afraid because you don't believe. The only thing that separates you from over seven billion muggles is your ability to cast magic. That aside, you're all the same. Stupid." Harry must have brought him to the brink of insanity, because he wasn't sitting in his office, talking to an angel.
"I am not just an angel." The woman smiled a warm smile that somehow froze his insides, and Albus swallowed.
"May I ask—"
"Who I am?" She could read his thoughts as if he were a simple muggle, and Albus did not know what to say or do, so he nodded. He stopped believing in hell and heaven after Ariana had died.
The woman smiled, her hair falling to the side and covering her shining eyes, before getting up from the chair, and walking to the middle of the room, where her wings spread open and Albus felt the angelic aura.
Oh my god.
"That is more like it, Albus Dumbledore," the woman said before introducing herself. "I am Gabriel."
His old heart would give up now, and his cold body would be found in the morning with a heart attack. The archangel…Gabriel had come for him?
"Oh, no worries, your time has not come yet, Albus. I like your name, by the way," Gabriel noted with a small smile, as she inspected the frozen portraits.
Dumbledore looked at Fawkes, who was frozen as well, and then gazed at the clock, where both hands were frozen at midnight.
Was he crazy, like Severus thought, or was it real?
"And how do you know what is crazy and what is real? Reality can be crazier than any madness." This was a real angel, and Albus just couldn't grasp it with his numb mind.
"Ah, humans. You have so little faith left, that I have to prove that I am who I say I am. Don't you think it's ridiculous and kind of humiliating? I don't have to prove anything, it's you who have to prove that you're worthy of my attention!" Towards the end Gabriel's voice rose a few octaves, and Albus was afraid to even breathe.
"I apologize," he said, licking his dry lips.
An archangel.
With his list of achievements, he had expected a demon instead.
Gabriel was looking at him with raised eyebrows, and Albus lowered his gaze. He wasn't worthy to be in her presence for many reasons.
"Oh, please, like we care what you do with your…stick," Gabriel sneered at him, and for the first time in long years, Albus Dumbledore blushed.
"You should be more worried that you're about to sign a death warrant for an eleven year old child, instead of worrying about being gay." He felt like a child himself, listening to his mother, who wasn't holding back. "You may have wanted to kill many people, and you have dabbled in Dark Magic with your friend—," Gabriel paused at the word and smirked, making his blush intensify, "—and you aren't the purest, but you do belong with us, upstairs."
He was going to be allowed into heaven when he died?
"Unless, of course, you sign that paper, and kill a child. We do frown upon it, even if your motivation behind such actions isn't hostile. Killing is killing, Albus Dumbledore, especially if you want to murder a child that we protect." His heart was in his throat, as piercing blue eyes were now glued to his face.
"You protect Harry?" Oh, please, let it be true. He didn't want to murder Harry. He really didn't.
"Well, of course we do. Harry is very important, and not only to you." Gabriel's eyes had a glint in them that Albus did not feel comfortable with, but then again, it was an angel before him, and he had no right to doubt her words.
"I— I thought—"
"Yes, yes, I am fully aware of what you have been thinking here, praying to us, without even knowing it. But I can always hear your prayers, I just don't answer them that often." The angel was smiling at him, and the smile melted the ice around his heart. He had been wrong. Thank Merlin!
At Gabriel's disappearing smile, Albus reworded his thanks, and got an amused smile in return.
"Alright, Albus. Listen to me carefully, and do not interrupt." Gabriel waited for Dumbledore's nod, and continued, while pointing with one huge feather towards the Invisibility cloak on his desk. "That cloak has to be returned to its rightful owner." Albus opened his mouth to say that he couldn't allow Harry to have an invisibility cloak that he suspected was a Deathly Hallow when the boy had the Elder wand already, and closed it upon seeing the angry expression on Gabriel's face.
"Yes, it is a Deathly Hallow. And the wand is a Deathly Hallow. Just like the stone, that is missing." He had been right, and the Hallows were real. Was Gabriel trying to say that Harry was to become the Master of Death?
"There is no such thing as the Master of Death. Death has no master, and has only our Father to answer to. The wand, the cloak and the stone belong to us, and have to be returned."
There was only one answer. He knew Harry was too strange to be human, and now, he knew why.
"Harry is Death?" Albus asked, trying not to pay attention to the pain in his heart that was increasing.
A rich laughter filled the room, and Albus' wide eyes were looking at the extremely amused angel.
Apparently, not.
"No, Harry is not Death. But you're right that he's special. Help him find the stone, and give him his cloak back, and he might surprise you." The tinkling laughter was still heard in her words, but Gabriel was serious.
Harry wasn't evil?
"NO!" Gabriel was standing near him now, her one hand on his shoulder, pulsating with light. "While Harry is not the best example for the rest, he's not evil, and he not a demon. He's a troubled teenager." Her words were going directly into his heart, which had stopped hurting when Gabriel had touched him.
An angel.
"Is Harry an angel?" What if…
"Also no. He's…" Gabriel paused, looking for the correct word, before tilting her head to the side, "Neutral would be the best word."
"Will Harry help the world?" He asked, still numb from the shock, and watched Gabriel's face with her eyes closed, lips stretched in a fond smile.
"Oh, he will, Albus. He will." Thank you, thank you! It felt like something heavy fell from his shoulders, and he looked the angel in the eyes.
"Thank you." He said the words, really meaning them, and Gabriel opened her blue eyes and smiled again, before removing her hand and flying into the air, towards the light that now shone from the ceiling.
Gabriel seemed to pause as she thought something over, and then she turned to look at Albus again.
"I would take a much closer look at Professor Quirrell, if I were you, Albus Dumbledore."
What? Why? He had noticed the strange aura around the stammering professor, but he couldn't point his finger as to why.
Before Gabriel left, he quickly got up from his chair, and asked the question. "Please tell me why."
A small smirk later, she replied and disappeared in a swish of feathers, her voice ringing in his head.
"The number one on the hell's future guests list went further than any before him, and when I say that even Lucifer frowns upon the idiot's actions, then it means that the man is beyond stupid."
The only one who could have pissed off both heaven and hell, was the one who kept escaping death, and it all clicked in Albus Dumbledore's mind, as the portraits woke up, Fawkes cried, and the clock's large hand moved forward.
Tom.
Xxx
The chair was uncomfortable—the back was too short and it hurt his spine, the seat wasn't as soft as he liked, and he would have wiggled his numb arse, had he not been a Malfoy.
Was this torture on purpose?
He knew it wasn't, simply because the Minister was a tasteless moron and with a hidden sigh, Lucius secretly rolled his eyes, not paying attention to the idiot in the room. He hated the new chairs.
Draco was in Slytherin, separated from Potter, who had somehow managed to get himself into Gryffindor—he had lost one million on the bet to Zabini who had somehow predicted Gryffindor—and from what Draco wrote, Potter behaved with his son, and even, according to his stupid child, was now his friend.
As if…
"Minister Fudge, would you sign the papers, sir?" Fudge had a new secretary, and Lucius' eyes were glued to the short skirt the pretty woman was wearing. The chairs were crap, but the woman...Who knew the old wanker had taste?
Fudge looked at him briefly, and Lucius almost snickered as he imagined Fudge hearing his inner monologue. He had so many pleasant things to share…
The stack of papers was signed and returned to the leggy secretary, who left with a smile, directed at Lucius.
He was a Malfoy, he was filthy rich and incredibly handsome…
Fudge looked at him again, and Lucius raised his eyebrow. Read faster, you moron! I have a meeting with my tailor in an hour.
"Lucius, I have been thinking about how to improve our situation after Mister Potter graced us with his presence," Fudge started his ramblings in his monotone voice, and Lucius silently groaned. He did not need an idiot to share his moronic thoughts on the boy who was Lucius' new associate.
"And may I ask what you have decided?" Nothing probably, because this idiot could not make decisions himself, and Lucius wondered, for the millionth time, how the hell Fudge had become a Minister for Magic.
Dobby was more qualified than Fudge.
"I have decided we need to work closer with the muggle authorities."
YOU DECIDED WHAT?!
"I beg your pardon, Cornelius?" They needed not only a new Headmaster, but a new Minister as well. Potter, kill him!
Fudge smiled shyly, and got up from his chair, moving around the room. Lucius always hated when he did that.
"As the Minister of Magic, it is I who should be negotiating with the muggle government, not Dumbledore." Well, it was true, however, unlike Dumbledore who was senile, Fudge was additionally a moron. Mycroft Holmes would eat Fudge as a snack and not even notice. "And I thought you could help me, considering your vast connections in the muggle world."
Fudge had learned about his business from his father, who had shared the secret. Fudge was an idiot, but he was a pureblood.
So, Fudge wanted him to do Foreign Affairs for the Ministry…Delicious.
"If you put it that way, Cornelius, I think it's a great idea." Lucius got up from his chair to shake Fudge's sweaty hand, and smiled at his excited face.
Idiot.
You have no idea what I am going to do, Cornelius Fudge. Soon, with Potter's help, he, Lucius Malfoy, would be the Minister of Magic, and it would be game over for everyone against him.
Lucius closed the door behind him with a bright smile, and winking at the redhead secretary, he went happily home, calling Cornelius Fudge many nasty names.
Xxx
"Sir, I have the documents for your signature." A tall, red haired woman walked into the office which Lucius Malfoy had just left, and moved towards the desk behind which Fudge sat, putting the papers onto the desk.
"Anna, why so many papers?" Cornelius asked with a frown, and took one paper into his hand.
"Sir, you have requested all the papers to be overlooked one more time, and we have found a very nice investment project in the muggle world. If you approve, Sir." The woman's voice was meek and quiet, and she lowered her eyes as Cornelius Fudge looked at her.
"You want me to approve an investment of over five billion Galleons into muggle wars?!" At the high notes, Anna closed her eyes, afraid, and opened them only when Fudge got up from the seat and moved towards the large mirror, correcting his tie.
"I apologi—
"Shove your apologies you know where. Five billion? FIVE? Who do you take me for?" Fudge corrected his tie one more time, and looked at his full reflection in the mirror.
"Sir…" The woman whispered, eyes cast down.
"Make it fifty."
Anna smiled and nodded, standing now behind him. "Yes, Master."
Fudge smiled at his reflection, his eyes shining yellow, with strange, vertical pupils. "And Anna, bring in a vacuum cleaner with you when you return."
"A vacuum cleaner, Sir?" The red haired woman asked in disbelief, only to cry in pain when light shone from the ceiling.
"Too many pigeons."
Xxx
Two hours earlier
Cornelius Fudge was smoking a cigar, thinking about his upcoming vacation with high positioned friends, sitting in his comfortable ministerial chair, enjoying the evening.
He was successful and he was smart. He had a sharp mind, even if some did not agree.
"Sharp like a hammer."
Cornelius jumped up in his chair and choked on the smoke, coughing so hard he couldn't breathe. Through the cough, he saw a middle-aged man, dressed in a long, black cloak, approach him from the shadowed corner. His coughing stopped the scream that wanted to escape him, when Cornelius saw the enormous, black wings behind the man, that folded and disappeared, as the man came closer, his eerie, yellow eyes shining.
Cornelius could not stop the cough, and pulled his wand out.
"First learn how to breathe, and then pull your idiotic stick on me." The man had terrifying aura around him and everything smelled like sulphur, letting Cornelius know who had come to him.
With tears in his eyes, Fudge fell onto the floor, still staring in horror at the man who owned his soul.
It was him. The Devil was here.
"Maybe you're not such an idiot as you look like?" The man tsked and smiled. "Yes, Cornelius Fudge, it's time to pay for your tickets to the best seats in this life. I am here for your soul that you have given me in exchange for the success. Time is up, Cornelius." The man snapped his fingers, and Fudge started to hear the screams from somewhere below.
NO, NO, NO!
"YES! Welcome to hell, Fudge." The man leaned over his fallen figure and touched his forehead with his cold finger. "Enjoy your stay."
Cornelius Fudge stopped coughing when a tall figure, dressed in grey clothes appeared near the Devil, the scythe telling him all he needed to know, and then he was standing near the Devil and Death, looking at his body.
He was dead.
"And going to hell," the Devil added with a wink, causing the figure with the scythe to snort in amusement before touching Cornelius with a gloved hand.
His soul saw his body rise, eyes empty, when the Devil disappeared. The last thing Cornelius Fudge saw was his own body, standing straight, with eerie, yellow eyes shining in the dark. The next second he felt the ground disappear, and then he fell into the fire and smoke of hell.
"Couldn't you choose a better-looking meat suit, Lucifer?" Death asked, looking at the man with amusement when they were finally alone.
"Ugly, isn't it?" Lucifer, who was wearing Cornelius Fudge's body as a suit, remarked when he looked himself over in the mirror.
"At least you're not a flower." Lucifer did not laugh at the words, and with a snort, he looked at the grey figure. "That is why you're my favourite cousin. But a flower, really?"
"Don't get me started on him, because I have many things to do rather than discuss what my crazy child has been doing for thousands of years. Had I not been Death, he would have driven me crazy too."
"He could drive anyone crazy. Look at Gabriel, for example. Seriously though, a flower?"
"And a butterfly. And many other weird things…" The grey-clad figure of a woman shook her head as Lucifer raised his eyebrows.
"I am aware of the butterfly, but the flower is really disturbing to think of, even for me."
"How is that you're aware of the butterfly? I don't remember sharing this information."
"What do you mean, how do I know? Everyone knows, and Gabriel cannot even think about that time without destroying something."
"Ah, you're talking about the first time."
"I take it there was a second, then?"
"What do you want, Lucifer? You could have taken this man's soul without my assistance, so why did you ask me to come?" The woman's scythe was shining in the evening sun, illuminating the two figures.
"Well, how about I missed you?"
"Right."
"Oh, come on. It's going to be so much fun! I am here, Gabriel is here, and…"
"And I won't tell you anything about the Hallows, or the main stone. That's not how it works."
"Come on, dear, don't spoil all the fun."
"Nope."
"Just a little bit?"
"Lucifer, there is a reason why you, nor Gabriel, cannot find the Hallows." The woman in grey clothes let out a small laugh, before continuing. "And you definitely won't find the main stone."
"Maybe you want to share about the Seven Seals?"
"Like Gabriel says, dream on, cousin."
"We'll see about that, cousin. We'll see." The Devil smiled at his reflection, and the woman with the shining scythe disappeared.
"Anna!" A figure of a tall, red haired woman appeared from the ground and bowed.
"It's time to remodel this pathetic place." The woman bowed, and rose to leave, when Lucifer spoke again. "Our Lucius Abraxas Malfoy is coming for a visit."
The woman smiled before leaving quietly, and the Devil went to sit in his new chair.
Oh, it was so nice to be in charge.
Xxx
He was going to murder that brat, no matter what Dumbledore had said, or what he had promised Lily.
He wanted to take out his wand and do the things he had previously regretted with his very soul.
"Twenty points from Gryffindor!"
"Not fair!"
"And detention for two weeks, Potter!"
"Hem-hem."
Severus squeezed his wand so hard he believed it would crack, but unlike Potter's wand, he knew his wouldn't repair itself.
Don't murder her. Don't murder him. Think of Lily.
"Professor Snape, may I ask why you removed points from Mister Potter when he answered all your questions correctly?" Who the hell asked you? Shut your trap, professor.
"Madam Umbridge," Severus started only to be stopped by another 'hem-hem'. Gritting his teeth, and doing everything in his power to not look into Potter's laughing green eyes that had zero resemblance with Lily's, at least now. Severus corrected the title, and tried again. It was the tenth interruption from this...thing.
"Professor Umbridge, would you be so kind and leave the teaching of Potions to those who are qualified to do so?" And get the hell out of my classroom before I remember what I have been doing as a Death Eater.
"No respect for the Ministry." Potter's mocking remark was the last drop for Severus' patience, especially when Umbridge started smiling like a shark, nodding in approval.
When had Potter found the time to wreak havoc? Considering Draco Malfoy was sitting next to Potter, surrounded by purebloods, Potter had found the time for his Slytherins as well.
Where was the Dark Lord when you needed him?
"Detention for a month, Mister Potter!"
"Hem-hem."
What could he say? That Potter was cheating by reading Granger's mind? He had already barked at the girl to shut up, even if she hadn't even opened her mouth, but there was nothing he could do to stop Potter and his bizarre magic.
Severus took a deep breath, noticing the white-faced students for the first time in the last ten minutes he had spent arguing with Potter and his toad-bodyguard.
Right, he knew he was pretty terrifying when he was pissed, but unfortunately, it had zero effect on Potter.
"Open your books on page four and read the material before you start brewing the potion." He needed to switch his attention, because otherwise there would be a blood bath here soon.
Potter and Malfoy were brewing their potion, and Granger kept silently glaring at the boy-who-lived-to-drive-him-insane. Granger was seated with Neville Longbottom, and Severus did not know how he would survive this year. Only he and Minerva had Gryffindor with Slytherin, as Dumbledore did not trust the others with both insane Potter and bloodthirsty Granger in the same room. Hermione Granger was a very strong girl, and she had Severus' respect after he had seen with his own eyes how Potter had behaved in the muggle world. His father had been a saint compared to the devil's spawn.
Umbridge was sitting in the corner, silently supervising them all, and Severus internally groaned.
Twenty minutes had gone by, and nothing had happened, and for a second, Severus almost relaxed, before his eyes found Longbottom, Granger and Potter.
Longbottom had just screwed up the potion, and had it been any other potion, it would have exploded, but not this one. The most harmless potion possible, against pimples and acne.
"Whoa, Harry, not so fast!" At Draco's cry, Severus looked away from Longbottom's disaster to find Potter throwing chopped, not crushed beetles into the cauldron.
To say the potion was ruined was an understatement, and with pleased eyes, Severus came closer to Draco and Potter.
"Mister Potter, may I ask what you think you're doing?"
"Cooking."
Draco was his godson, but Potter had somehow managed to influence the blond child more than Severus, as Draco was now smiling.
"And what are you cooking?"
His inner voice already pronounced the "C" and the "R", and "U" was behind the corner.
He didn't really want to know, but he did…Potter made him think and act irrationally.
"A potion."
Smartass.
"Ten points from Gryffindor!" Quirrell may have helped Gryffindor to go into the lead, but that was yesterday. Today the red house was already in the minus, all thanks to one cheating, lying brat.
"Hem-hem."
Fucking die!
His inner voice had now added another "C", and an "I" was nearby. All was missing was an "O".
"Please do share with the class what potion you are cooking, Mister Potter, Mister Malfoy?"
Potter's green eyes were clear, even behind the pair of glasses the boy was wearing, and they were innocent. The potion was green in colour, and Severus's eyes widened when he came closer and smelled it.
"Against the pimples, sir?"
Shut up, Draco.
Granger was white from rage, as she kept staring at Potter, who was busy with a spoon, twirling the potion clock-wise.
With disbelieving eyes, Severus leaned closer to the cauldron, and looked into the substance.
If you mix bread and butter, you won't get a juicy steak no matter what you do, but with Potter, logic did not work.
Before him, Potter had brewed in just a few minutes a seriously dangerous potion that worked like dynamite, and the weirdest part, was that Potter had no ingredients for such potion, and normally, it required a week to brew.
Dumbledore had been correct. Whatever Potter touched, turned into a catastrophe, and Severus quickly used his wand to vanish the explosives from Potter's and Malfoy's cauldron. Dumbledore was insane, but far from stupid.
The boy did not seem to understand what he had just had in his cauldron, because he was glaring at him with his large, green eyes.
"All out! And you, Mister Potter, stay behind."
"I'll be sure to talk to Minister Fudge about the quality of education at Hogwarts, Professor Snape." Umbridge spoke in such a voice that he wanted to take out his wand and really kill her, but all he could do was nod, so that the toad would get the hell out of his classroom, and leave him with Potter alone.
"Be my guest, Professor." Severus sneered at her enraged eyes and slammed the door shut, with only Potter, who was sitting innocently behind his desk, and him in the room.
"Alright, Potter. Enough is enough."
It was a huge risk, but then again, he had no more options left. Fuck Dumbledore and his idiotic plans, because Potter was uncontrollable, and he was only eleven.
It was a low blow, and he could lose his job, but the stakes were much higher now.
The boy brought destruction to everywhere he went, and Severus smiled a bitter smile. He had hoped it wouldn't be necessary.
He had hoped Harry would see the reasoning, but it looked like Potter could understand power only, just like the Dark Lord.
No wonder the Dark Lord had attacked Potter and not Longbottom, because the boy and his previous Master shared a lot of similarities.
One very big difference between them was that the Dark Lord was gifted in all branches of magic, defensive included. Potter, on the other hand, had issues with Wingardium Leviosa, while casting a perfect Cruciatus.
Legilimency was offensive, and Potter excelled brilliantly.
And Occlumency was purely defensive, with no possibility to use it for an attack. Two branches, two spells, and Severus was sure Potter's magic was the same when it came to Mind Arts. Dumbledore wouldn't go for it because of possible consequences, but Severus had had enough.
The boy wouldn't be able to pull off Occlumency, and unfortunately for Potter, Severus could do both Occlumency and Legilimency.
Raising his wand, Severus smiled a sad, bitter smile, looking the boy in the eyes.
Truth time, Potter.
"Legilimency!"
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