The Fight

Hermione wrote to the Prewetts to get the unused teeth back, and they agreed to wear the locket in the meantime so no one could break into the Gryffindor dormitory. The N.E.W.T's approached, making everyone anxious, and the locket was worsening the situation, causing occasional arguments and fights among them. The Eater holiday was near too, and with it came the Quidditch final: Gryffindor vs. Slytherin. After one of the final practices, James arrived furious at the Common Room:

"SHUT UP, SIRIUS! YOU'RE NOT THE CAPITAIN!"

"Oh, beg your pardon, your highness." mocked the other, who carried the locket with him. "So convenient you walk like a peacock around messing the team's chances and justifying everything by showing this stupid badge that someone mad put in your chest!"

James was on the verge of punching Sirius, and when Harry and the others arrived, Lily asked:

"What happened?"

"James made a beater scheme and Sirius didn't like it. He started to confront James and they are arguing until now." Marlene sighed as Sirius pushed James.

"ENOUGH!" Alice sprung from her chair, putting her hands on her waist. James and Sirius ceased to fight and gazed at her, who stretched her hand to them.

"The locket. No one is wearing this when playing quidditch."

Angry, Sirius took the chain off his neck and threw it on the floor, his expression changing instantly.

"Will you stop now?" James asked dryly. Sirius shrugged his shoulders.

"Yes, I feel better now."

Alice started wearing the locket until late at night, when Neville ask for it and put it around his own neck. About an hour later, Fabian got down and handed a bag to Hermione.

"Arrived just now, Hermione." He said sleepy. "I dunno why you need those, but…"

Hermione smiled and grabbed it.

"Oh, good! Thanks, Fabian."

They all stopped studying and looked to Hermione, who took a beige tooth from the sack.

"Great, now hand the locket to me, Neville."

"I'll destroy it." Harry offered himself.

"Why only you?" Neville asked as he pulled the strong out of him shirt.

"I just asked."

"It's always you who do the cool stuff, have you noticed it, Harry?" Neville gazed bitterly at his friend. "Have you ever stopped to think there are other people in this story besides you?"

"If you want to destroy it, then just do it."

"Now you're friendly, right? When it comes to call me to do things, you suddenly forget that I exist."

"You were with Frank and Alice all the time!" Harry justified. "We couldn't reach you!"

"Please…" Ginny tried, but Harry interrupted her:

"He's not going to blame me!"

"Yes I will, because if you ever wanted someone else with you, you would've called me!"

"Oh, now every time I'm going to destroy a horcrux I have to look for you?" mocked Harry, laughing.

"We're a team, if you haven't noticed." Neville retorted sharply. "We're not your servants."

"SERVANTS?" Harry said furiously, stopping in front of Neville.

"SERVANTS! YOU TREAT US LIKE WE WERE JUST ADJUNCTS OF THE BIG TALE OF THE BOY WHO LIVED!"

"Neville!" Hermione censored.

"OH, SHUT IT, HERMIONE!"

"DON'T TELL HER TO SHUT UP!" Ron sprung to his feet, irritated. "HARRY ALWAYS TRUSTED US TO HELP HIM!"

"WEASLEY, COME ON! SINCE WHEN DOES THIS BLOKE CARE TO YOU?"

"RON'S MY BEST FRIEND, NEVILLE. SHUT UP."

"UUH, SHUT UP, NEVILLE. BE HONEST WITH US AT LEST FOR ONCE."

"GIMME THE LOCKET, YOU DON'T KNOW HOW YOU'RE TALKING."

"OH, THE ORFAN BOY IS TRYING TO TELL ME TO DO THINGS?"

But Neville went too far this time, Harry went pale and his voice lowered to a whisper.

"If my parents are dead, Longbotton, then yours are inmates of the Hospital."

"Harry!" Hermione screamed.

"DON'T YOU TALK ABOUT MY PARENTS, POTTER." Neville's nostrils enlarged.

Harry raised his wand and pointed to the other's face.

"Finite incantatem." He whispered in a lethal tone, his eyes glimmering with hatred.

"What?" Neville exclaimed as his features started to go back to normal. He froze for a minute, noticing the transformation, and then looked at Harry.

"You want to ruin everything, then? Alright, finite incantatem."

The blaze hit Harry full in the face. As he had spent many days without it, the scar burned his skin when appeared again. It's over, the thought. This disguise is over.

"Harry?" Lily called worriedly. When he raised his head, James screamed, staring at a copy of him.

"You-"

"James, I'm your son." Harry sighed at the marauder's frightened face. "My name is not Harry Parker. I'm Harry Potter. And Neville's name is Longbotton because he's Frank's son."

The room went deadly silent, and James stared at Harry for a moment. The boy thought he'd run or scream, and was bewildered when he smiled.

"I knew you were my son… You fly like me, you think as I think, you have a ginger head girlfriend, you even sleep as I do!"

Ron seized the opportunity to take the locket from Neville, who turned normal suddenly.

"Oh, I spoiled everything!" he cried, and Ginny comforted him.

"We shouldn't have let the locket stay with us. Harry, tell them everything."

Harry glanced at Hermione, who nodded.

"We had clear instructions. If they found out, the truth must be revealed."

Harry asked them to seat, and put the locket on the table as he sat. He looked at James, Sirius, Remus and Peter, who started scared at him. He glanced at Lily, who looked kindly at him, and to Frank and Alice, hugged curiously. He gazed at Emmeline, Dorcas and Marlene, three innocent victims of the war he was about to reveal. He cleaned his throat, and feeling a strong pain in his chest, starting telling the tale of the Boy Who Lived.