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Chapter 21: The Guardian Heart.

August 28, 14:31 London Time, Underground bunker in an undisclosed location, Switzerland.

As Draco payed full attention, Harry explained "i will give you precise instruction on a special kind of focus, a persistent disguise one. It shall allow you the effects of a 'permanent' Pollyjuice without needing a target person or potion at unreliable times. Make the focus as I instruct, And it's charge should last a total of 12,000 hours on you. Will allow you to still help us but not be Draco Malfoy. When you meet me next, I cant recognize you. So the passcode is Hekmora.

Draco absorbed that and nodded. "What of mother?" Harry leans back and crosses arms "Ah, That's the guest. She is not part of proving grounds, and not trained to your level for me to trust her not screwing it up. She must stay here." Draco cringes. Harry continues "Sorry, friend. Our game just got lethal. She will be safe here, you know this." Draco sighs deeply "I can still visit her right?" Harry ruminates that one.

"I can make you a keyed teleport ring for here with … 40 charges? But that's all the magic I can spare for that." Draco frowns but nods "deadly times call for tight measures. I understand." Harry smiles "I know you would. Soon all will be over, I promise. Talk with her in length and explain, hug it out of you need to. When you appear before me, you will be there to fight, not mope, proving grounder." Harry smiles at Draco getting up and giving him a proving grounder's salute. "Crystal Clear, Fellow Equal." and at that Harry gets up and vanishes.

Harry appears back at Diagon, and muses at seeing the Grangers still at Flourish and Blotts. He walks in and smiles "Was faster than I thought. Thanks for waiting." Wendel snickered "pishposh, Harry. Was barely half an hour. We have plenty of time." at which they calmly shop together.

August 28, 13:11, Undisclosed location, England.

Voldemort got up and Crucio'd Mister G. "What you mean Potter and the mudblood killed some of you?!" Mister G spewed "They moved way too fast, and cast to kill, Lord! Faster than our Apparition!" Voldemort stopped snarling and asked with interest "Cast to Kill? Potter used a killing curse?" Mister G braced and spoke "No, lord. Merely legal spells capable of lethal with a direct hit, and… I think it was an empowered charm that cut through Mister M's body like a hot knife through butter." Voldemort tilted his head "Potter used Sectumsebra?" Mister G replied "… No… lord. It was Deffensio or something, never heard of it before." Voldemort cringed and thought back. That spell sounded… familiar.

August 30, ?:?, ?

Albus emerged from sweet darkness into sunny, burning plane of pure obsidian, trillions of miles across. He gasped as he noted he did not have his wand.

Harry appeared, glaring.

Harry spoke "I listened to the prophecy. Explain." Dumbledore panicked a bit. "How? And what you want to know?" Harry smiled "I have an insider on the ministry. Now talk. Why am I so unique on killing Voldemort? 'Power he knows not' I get, but otherwise I am sure he can be overpowered and murdered by anyone who has the stones to kill for good."

Dumbledore found himself helpless in spilling "I am not sure yet, Harry. Slughorn knows. Soon as I am privy to it, I will tell you." Harry frowns "… So he is some measure of unkillable then?" Dumbledore nods "i am sure you could destroy him, technically, but how I understand it, he could return." Harry facepalmed but grinned evilly "When I am done with him, he will wish he could die."

Dumbledore found himself on his bed, and started shaking from cold sweat. Was Harry more dangerous than Voldemort?

September 1, Hogwarts express, 11:00

Harry frowned at his new potions textbook, which, interestingly, was not written by Slughorn. Maybe Horace wanted to give rookie potions masters some galleons to make the understaffed profession more inticing, But unlike Slughorn's own textbooks which Severus had assigned, those were badly written and slightly incorrect about slight details of potions making. Maybe it was his close relation with Snape and how much potion making he has done, but even Harry could spot the mistakes. He clicked open his ballpoint pen and started making corrections based on what he knew of alchemical theory, herbology and dittany.

Hermione glanced "What? Displeased by something?" Harry nodded "This is all wrong. Who the pythons is Fumblemore Ahbohm is anyway? You know his Newts, my social expert?" Hermione laughs at the sting on her research habits and replied "EE-" Harry frowned more "So barely scraped by. Ugh, that explains his frankly easy to miss minor mistakes that would create chaos when you are brewing. Lemme fix it over and then you can amanuenosis the addendum to your book." Hermione nodded. Harry was one of those students who scored O's on potions with relative ease, and while Hermione had a not to shabby EE+, It was obvious Harry knew better on this subject.

By the end of the day, they both had improved textbooks.

September 5, 12:00

Harry walked into potions and sat on a bench with Neville, and they got ready, soon Slughorn walking in.

Slughorn smiled "Good morning. I am Horace Slughorn, Potions Master, but unless we are in the presence of another professor, feel free to call me Sluggy" a friendly wink. "Now, I will let you keep your brewing Partners from Severus'es class, as I trust the Judgment of the adorable lil snake bat" Harry successfully did not explode laughing as Slughorn continued "So just do your best and all will be fine. Here is today's assignment" he levitated a piece of chalk and wrote down a formulae. Anyone recognize it?

Hermione put up her hand.

"How about you, Mr Potter?" Harry smiles "Elementary. Draught of Living Death. Potions Master Snape made sure we could recognize this formulae from day one." Slughorn smiled "Ah Severus. I should have known he would, little bugger. Anyway, start up~ we only have two hours!" Harry smiled and opened his book, And Neville recognized herbological components instantly and put them out for him. Harry started to make an infusion of Wormwood slowly and precisely, handing the ladle to Neville when he got sore. The infusion did need 35 minutes of stir.

"Thanks Nev" Harry took the ladle. "Powder me the asphodel please?" Neville blinked "hmm my book says cut" Harry smiled "the book was written by a NEWT of EE-. Don't you remember how Snape worded it back in first year? 'Powdered root of asphodel, infusion of wormwood' remember?" Neville blushed "ack… no. sorry. I only had my Dreamscape since last year, when you taught us." He closed his eyes for just a second "Wont forget now, though" Harry smiled as Neville started powdering Asphodel "Sall right, Nev, not my fault im a warforged" he chuckles.

They eventually distill the potion and get 3 bottles, handing them in. Slughorn ruminates the mixture "Merlin's beard, 3 perfect potions from a single brew?" Harry smiles "I was graded O by potions master Snape, remember sir?" Slughorn smiled and leaned in "So… you got me, then?"

Harry smiled broadly "Ah. The textbooks were MEANT to be slightly wrong. Clever. Clean the essence from the starch. Good game, Potions Master." Slughorn smiled and leaned back to neutral position. "you do that often? Call the professors of this class Potions master?" Harry smiles "All the time. Its true, after all." Slughorn smiled "You slimy snake. Anyway, Slug club tomorrow, get as many as you can~" Harry nodded and headed out.

"Nev?" Neville looked over "Aye, Commander?" Harry smiled widely as they walked "Operation Lucky Devil is a Go. Inform the others for me. I will start after dinner." Neville nodded "Crystal Clear, Fellow Equal."

22:35

Harry stood at the center of slytherin, and tied a steel chain around his left arm. He felt the thum of a focus. He sighed and touched it, whispering "reveal"

His senses stretched outwards, enveloping Hogwarts, and feeling the warded blindspots. Headmaster office, the houses, teacher's quarters, sanda's chamber… and a basement or subdungeon he found no passage to in any map.

Time to be a fucking wizard then.

He strolled out Slytherin under his robe, standing above the blind spot eventually.

He closed his eyes and stretched out his dominate, this time benignly. He knew what he felt was stronger than him. 'Where are you. Why are you hiding.'

He pulled himself into his dreamscape, and found a Four-headed humanoid with hog hooves as hands waiting.

"I am not hiding from you, Acolyte Potter. I am hiding from… Dumbledore." it responded.

Harry shifted "Hm, he has a way to threaten you? You feel so powerful." it replied "he can damage me mere if he knows. I prefer he'd not" Harry nodded, guessing there was a reason it thought that. "What I want to know… is… are you on my side?"

the heads all smiled.

"And yours, and Neville's, and Draco's… I have helped you a number of times. Search your magic, you will realize its true."

And Harry searched.

The Lower resistance curse that slammed the Troll half a second before Ron Binded it.

The burst of speed he had been blessed with during the duel on second year

the uncanny luck of actually managing to catch neville with his summoning bolt back on first flight.

His core having slightly more capacity while in Hogwarts.

He blinked.

"Yes. But how, who are you?"

it smiled.

"I am Hogwarts. And you are all my children, I will be in your side until you betray me." Harry smiled "An arcane logic circuit. A thinking spirit. A programmed ghost. Ah… Founders must have been a heck of a team." Hogwarts gave Harry a kind smile "Keep this up, little snake, and your proving grounders may surpass them yet. I could not be more in your side. You revived Hogwarts and the spirit of the founders. I have not felt so much cooperation in my guts for over 300 years. Keep up the good work, Mental Heir of Slytherin."

Harry blinked out of his dreamscape and headed back to bed. He was glad he did that, but it was so tiring hosting an entity of so much power.

He sat on the bed and casted his patronus. "To Neville, Susan and Hermione. Ahem. I found the source. It's friendly. Even helped us back at the troll. Gathering tomorrow at break. Over and out." He saw it fly off, and waited till he felt the messages delivered before he collapsed asleep

September 6, 22:03, Hogwarts Castle.

Slughorn looked at his clock. Harry was fashionably late. Oh well.

Door swung open. Harry, Neville, Hermione and Susan stepped in, almost like a swat team, covering all angles.

Harry sighed "Clear." and they all relaxed and walked to the table, sitting down.

Slughorn blinked "i said one guest only Harry." Harry raised an eyebow "Thought you wanted to meet my team?" Slughorn's eyes went wide. "Thats all of them?" Harry sighed "Almost. Fellow Equal Draco Malfoy died this summer, as I am sure you know." Slughorn nodded sadly "one of yours then, eh? You impress me, Though. Your entrance was Worthy of an Auror hit squad." Harry smiles "We prefer to think of ourselves as Special Forces, since most of our ROE is muggle influenced." Slughorn blinked "huh, why? Muggles cant fight as deadly as wizards" Harry smiled "i forgot. Binns and his misinformation." beat "Lets just say muggles have there own version of the killing curse now. Its why they enter quickly and cover all lines of sight." Slughorn concidered and nodded "Always impressed me how quickly they caught up. Sit down then~"

22:05, Thames House, London SE1.

'PG-PFC Flint Serepen Yoflam' was Preparing for this since the 28th of August. The Question from 'PG-ATC Harrison Erthorp' was if the Muggles were aware of 'POMP' and if the "SoS" was bullcrap.

And seeing how hard it was to get in, it seemed so.

'General Manderly' brought him before 'Chief Secretary R.U. Sirius ' he had an internal laugh at that name plate on the office.

He sat down.

'R.U. Sirius ' got up. "Hello Private of PG. And I guess welcome? I am Roscoe Ulisses Sirius. Call me Roscoe. " Flint nodded. Roscoe continued "Your CO has me impressed. Excellent academics, an estate of trillions of pounds, and physicals that would quiver the stiff upper lip of an SAS operative." Roscoe looks at his computer "My question is… why the detectors read you as Magical."

Ah.

So they do know.