Harry found himself in a huge open, rough terrain with broken mountains, giant deep craters and sounds of explosion with smell of fire and smoke. He looked up and the sky was covered with dark clouds but when he looked more closely he realized they were rather clouds of smoke and dust.

"Are you here?" he said.

"I am," he heard Daphne's voice inside his head. "I am feeling something trying to push me out. I think this is because of the prophecy's magic. I don't think I will be able to stay long with you, Harry."

"Don't push yourself," Harry said. "Leave."

"I will hold on to you as long as I can, Harry. This isn't a debate," she said.

Harry sighed before looking around. As he looked down he saw his legs and abdomen were missing. He then saw his arms were missing as well. He guessed that this is how probably one saw inside of a prophecy. He didn't put much thought after it as he had to figure out where the hell he was and what was actually happening.

He looked around and heard loud noises coming from his left and so he headed that way. He had to have walked for a long time but he didn't feel like that as he reached up to a tall hill and saw that beyond it a fight was taking place. He recognized someone instantly and that was Selandra, in her full form, a monstrous basilisk striking at something Harry couldn't see because it was hidden in a cloud of dust and smoke when he saw sparks being fired at her from that dust cloud and hose attacks hit.

He knew that there was no spell that could affect a divine beast but whatever this attack was it was working and from the looks of it things looked pretty bad. Selandra was bleeding profusely with many, many wounds and bruises all over her body. There was also a deep gash towards the end of her body after which her entire tail section was missing as Harry saw a giant slicing mark on her body's underside.

He couldn't believe it but then he saw someone else. He was tiny, looking from this far distance but Harry recognized him immediately. It was Draco, fighting with whatever it was that was attacking Selandra, with all his might. The way he moved, the way he attacked was really something.

During his training with Snape and Draco Harry had seen their style of fighting but this was different, this was more aggressive and each attack from Draco was fuelled with the intention to kill. And he wasn't joking around as each of his spells caused tremendous amounts of damage to the terrain and the ground, wherever they hit but none hit the target behind thee cloud of dust and smoke.

Harry tried going forward but found that he couldn't and then he felt a pulling sensation. "Daphne?" he called but no answer came as he was pulled out of the prophecy and woke up in his bed with Daphne and Sirius' face above his. He groaned as he sat up. Sirius handed him a glass of water which Harry appreciated. He emptied it before looking at Daphne. "I tried calling you," he said.

"I woke up after seeing Draco emerge from the dust," she said. "The prophecy's magic pushed me out and I couldn't hold on anymore. What was it?"

"Honestly, I don't know," he said.

"What did you see?" Sirius asked.

"A very angry Draco and a badly hurt Selandra fighting something hidden in the dust and smoke," Harry said. "I think it was Merlin and…and Draco looked very angry and out of control. That wasn't like him."

"That's it?" Sirius said. Harry looked at him. "Wasn't the prophecy about…about you?"

"I said what I saw, Sirius," Harry said. "Maybe it will be me seeing Draco and Selandra fight Merlin."

"Where were you?" Daphne asked. "I couldn't recognize the place."

"Neither could I," Harry said. "But the destruction I saw…it was…" he couldn't speak as he looked up at her. "I think that was it. I think that was what the prophecy contained."

"But that tell us nothing!" Sirius said. "Who's to guess what it actually means? Draco and Merlin facing off in the middle of nowhere?"

Harry looked at the sphere. The mist inside it was gone and it was empty. He, too, could feel Sirius' frustration. He himself was frustrated as this told them nothing. It couldn't even be considered a prophecy. "What do we do now?" Daphne asked as he looked at her.

He said nothing for a while as he appeared to be thinking something when he took a long breath. "Barefang told me that the goblins could take the Yayu out of me," he said. "Without a host there's a large possibility that it will die."

"You'll die as well," Sirius said.

"That's nothing compared to what will happen if Merlin gets control of the Yayu," Harry said. "So many people have died already. It doesn't matter if we add one more to that list."

"Stop talking nonsense!" Daphne said standing up. "We will figure out a way."

"It'll be too late," Harry said. "He might as well attack tomorrow…"

"So we will face him," she said cutting him off. "You said Draco and Selandra are off to find other beasts, right? It will be like last time. They will all come together and face Merlin. And they won't be alone this time. They will have us…the people fighting alongside them."

Harry said nothing to that as he simply nodded. He didn't agree with her or Sirius but he wasn't going to tell them that. That would be useless as they wouldn't listen. He didn't want an unnecessary argument. "I am feeling a little tired," he said. "I think I will rest for some time."

Sirius said nothing but kept looking at his godson. He could tell that Harry was lying but then he looked at Daphne. It made sense why Harry would do so but Sirius had come to realize one thing and that was that Harry could take care of himself. He could make the decisions for himself. No one else had to do it for him. He wanted to be left alone and after experiencing what Harry had a moment ago it made sense. He needed to think about it on his own. Sirius looked at Daphne and placed a hand on her shoulder. She looked up at him. "We should let him rest," he said. She looked at Harry who looked at her tiredly and smiled slightly. Standing up she walked over to the door before her and Sirius left the room.

Through the wards Harry could sense that they were leaving the mansion. Once they'd left he stood up and walked over to the window. Looking outside, he then apparated to the back of the mansion.

When Harry had found out about this mansion he'd once come here to check how this place was. After what Draco had told him about Merlin and Yayu's connection, those words never left his head. As those words roamed around in his head he roamed in and around the mansion when he reached its backyard. It had a really nice garden. All the plants were dead but there was a really beautiful, yet crumbling fountain in the middle of it all. It no longer worked and the stagnant water, over the years, had gone rotten and smelled horrible.

But now that Barefang and the other goblins had renovated everything the place looked really beautiful and the fountain worked as well. Harry cast a spell and stopped the water's flow, looking at the now collected water in the large pit around the fountain. He closed his eyes, tapped into his magic and restricted the wards from allowing anyone to enter the vicinity. He'd thought about it and knew using the killing curse wouldn't work. That spell only worked if the castle could muster enough hate for the target and Harry knew that would be impossible to do on one's self.

The next option was to use a slicing hex but that would still not give him proper results. Despite cutting one's body in half they could feel the pain for up to a few seconds and that was something he could into bring himself to experience. He wanted it quick and painless. So the only option left was to burn himself, so intensely that he would be dead without feeling anything.

If he was dead with the Yayu still inside him then it would weaken the beast in case it didn't die and with no host and a weakened state with these wards on it will die ultimately. The one cause for all the problems…will be dead.

Fuelling his magic with the anger he felt towards the Yayu, with one swift motion of his wand Harry turn the stagnant water into hot, boiling lava. It was a bright yellowish red and the heat radiated from it made it impossible for Harry to stand close to the pit so he had to step back. "Let's see how you'll get out of that," he said to himself or rather the Yayu as he began to remove his clothes. He wanted immediate contact of the lava and his body for a quick death and his clothes might prevent that for even a split second.

Killing oneself wasn't easy, Harry realized that as he removed all his clothes and stood by the pit, barely able to handle the heat coming from the lava, which, by now, had started to seep into and around the place, melting the soil, grass and everything in its path so without another moment to waste he let himself fall forward face first.

He felt intense heat for a moment before nothing. He felt nothing. He could still feel the intense glow of the lava even with his eyes closed and it moving around his body, its viscosity and denseness but no heat. Wondering what was happening he slowly opened his eyes when the bright glow from the lava almost blinded him. Allowing his vision to adjust, he slowly opened them again and was shocked to his core finding the lava moving effortlessly around him and a very fine layer of fire between the lava and his body, like a full-body suit or something.

He didn't understand what was going on when he heard a voice inside his head. "Please, don't kill yourself," the voice said. "He needs you." It was a feminine voice, soothing and pleasant to the ears but it left Harry confused when he realized that the lava had begun to turn back into water. As it did the fiery layer around his body also vanished leaving him inside the water. 'Did the Yayu prevent his death?' he wondered as he felt the anger and frustration vanish before he finally came out of the water.

He turned around and looked at it – the water which had been turned into lava by him a few minutes ago. He looked at the scorched ground, the marks and damage from the lava was still there. He didn't understand. He looked at his arms wondering how the hell he'd managed to create a fiery protection around his body to protect himself from the lava. It had to be the Yayu. So it could manifest fire, he thought but then it hit him as he remembered how the fire around his body looked different from regular fire but somewhat similar. He'd seen the same type of fire before – in the head office of Hogwarts.

It was Fawks' fire.

And then he felt the wards shimmer and looked up. There he was – Fawks, flying in the sky above his head as the phoenix slowly descended down and sat on the fountain's tip, looking at him intently. He then felt two more presence but he already knew who they were.

"I know it's a problem but killing yourself isn't gonna solve it, Potter."

"How did you know?" Harry asked turning around. "Were you spying on me, Draco?"

"What are you talking about?" Draco said. "You summoned me, using beastly magic."

"No I didn't," Harry said.

"Yes, you did," Draco said. "I don't know how you managed to do it but we all heard it – I, Selandra and Fawks."

"Or maybe it wasn't him," Fawks' voice rang inside Harry's head as he looked at the phoenix. It was the first time he'd heard the bird talk and he sounded like an old man. "Yes, I am the oldest among us," said the phoenix again, reading Harry's thoughts.

"What do you mean it wasn't him?" Draco asked.

"It was the Yayu," Selandra said causing the boys to look at her.

"The Yayu saved me?" Harry asked.

"That would make sense since you are his host," she said. "And I think in doing so it somehow contacted us through your occlumency."

"It can contact others using my mind?" Harry asked. "And how did you arrive here so fast?" he said looking at Fawks.

"I didn't," said the bird. "I arrived as you were coming out of the water."

That took Harry by surprise. "But then, didn't you prevent me from burning?" he asked.

"That fiery protection around your body," Fawks said, "it wasn't me, Harry. It was the Yayu."

Harry blinked a few times, looking at his arms and then back at Fawks when Draco spoke. "Did you feel something else? Did you feel those fires coming from inside you?"

"No," he said. "I was too shocked to notice but I did hear a voice inside my head. It was a feminine voice and it told me not to kill myself and that the Yayu needs me."

"A feminine voice?" Fawks said looking from Harry to Selandra who shook her head. "Hmm, I think it might be one of the memories of Yayu."

"Or maybe it was Gaanieda," Harry said having immediate attention of both Selandra and Fawks.

"Why do you think so?" Fawks asked instead of asking him how he knew about Gaanieda.

"I've seen her a few times, especially the last time when I experienced memory-based pain," Harry said. "I saw her inside my head, just flashes of her face, nothing more. I think she was the one who spoke to me a while ago."

"Is that what you think?" Selandra asked before looking from him to Fawks who looked back at her before looking at Harry.

"I don't know for sure but after seeing her a few times inside my head I think it is her," Harry said. "I mean there's a possibility since I am seeing some of the memories of the Yayu and she's in almost all of them."

"Is she the one who saved you?" Draco asked grabbing everyone's attention.

"Why would you say that?" Fawks asked looking at him.

"All I am saying is that there has to be a reason why he keeps seeing her again and again," Draco said.

"I don't know whether it was her or the Yayu that saved me," Harry said. "I didn't even know about it until you all told me that my body somehow generated phoenix fire to protect me from the lava."

"It makes sense…what Draco says but…"

"But what?" Harry asked looking at Fawks.

"Gaanieda is long dead," Fawks said. "Yes, it is possible that the Yayu remembers her seeing as how she was the one who looked after it but memories of one person alone cannot control a physical being. There is simply no way that you heard what you're saying that you did."

"I said what I heard," Harry said adamantly.

"Maybe your mind wants you to think it like that," Fawks said. "Nonetheless, I think it is safe to say that you are not dead…for now. You cannot do it again, Harry. I…We all understand why you think taking your own life could be a solution but it bears a risk so great that we cannot gamble on it. These wards…I hate to break it to you but they cannot hold the Yayu even for a second if it decides to come out, which it will if you kill yourself. Do you think drowning yourself in lava is enough to kill it too? The Yayu was created to stand and win against all the divine beasts. Drowning it in lava or thinking that it will die once it is removed from its host is a big mistake that you will make with a very huge loss…the loss of your own life."

Harry didn't know what to say to that so he didn't. He just stood there as Draco looked at him. "We understand what you are thinking and what you felt when we told you that Merlin could control the Yayu and endanger everyone around you including your own life," he said, "but seeing what foolish steps you are willing to take to not let it happen has made us realize something that we think we must do from now on."

"And what is that?" Harry asked, sounding a little annoyed.

"I will stay with you at all times," Fawks said as Harry looked at him. "That is the only thing we can do since you are all ready to kill yourself meaninglessly."

"And what if something like this happens again?" Harry asked referring to Merlin trying to contact the Yayu.

"I will sense it before you experience something similar…or worse," Fawks said. Then suddenly he was engulfed in flames as Harry stepped back, shocked and surprised as to what had happened when he realized it as from the fallen ashes emerged a very small version of Fawks. He then jumped up on Harry's shoulder and Harry felt a washing down feeling. "That was your magic recognizing mine," Fawks said. "This way I can stay connected with you magically even when I am away. Think of it like the connection between a beast and its host."

"Will this work?" Harry asked. "If the Yayu somehow manages to take control of me…will you be able to stop it from doing so?"

Fawks looked at him for a minute before blinking once. "I will do my best, Harry."

"That doesn't sound so reassuring to me," Harry said.

"This is the best we can do…for now," Draco said.

"And what if I go after my friends while being controlled by the Yayu and Fawks isn't able to stop it?" Harry asked.

"This is still far better than the option you came up with," Fawks said.

"Harry, please," Draco said in a pleading tone. "Have patience and trust us."

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Harry returned to Hogwarts but he couldn't get his mind on anything. All he thought about was the impending danger that he now was for his friends and the people around him. Fawks had returned with him to the castle as well and he had somehow managed to stay the baby version of a phoenix. When asked he said that he could do so without any difficulty. He would often stay in the inside pocket of Harry's robe, keeping close eye on the Yayu inside him.

Harry never told anyone about the suicide attempt of his because he knew his friends, Sirius and Daphne wouldn't take it well. He also talked to Luna about the prophecy and told her what he saw in it. Celia told him that what he saw inside the prophecy was through the eyes of his future self and that Ask or any other seer never told complete prophecies. What Harry had seen will happen but it said nothing about what was going to happen after or what had happened before what he had seen in that prophecy and that left him, Luna and Celia confused.

There was no meaning to it.

With Fawks' magic now somewhat connected to his Harry tried using this new, sort of, upgrade in his magic to see if he could access the Yayu's memories but he couldn't. The very moment he tried to approach it Fawks' magic pulled him back. A frustrated Harry asked the phoenix why he did something like that to which Fawks replied that the Yayu could trap his consciousness within his memories if it sensed that there was a divine beast's presence within Harry's magic. While it didn't make much or rather any sense to Harry all he could understand from it was that it would be bad if something like that happened again.

With his days going on 'normal' Harry kept wondering how much of their mission did Draco and Selandra had completed since they'd last met him. Harry didn't have to wait for too long as he received a letter from Draco one day telling him that he and Selandra had managed to find three other divine beasts who were all ready to take the fight to Grindelwald and Merlin before the later could be brought back completely.

He wondered how things would go. And with all of these things happening, his mind wandered off to where Remus would be right now. He hadn't even thought about him in the last few months. The man had requested that no one tried to contact him. Ever since the incident in the Department of Mysteries Remus had gone off to who knows where and was doing who knows what. Harry wished he could somehow contact him as he didn't know what else to do as of now. He felt completely useless, he had nothing to do and he was getting edgy because of it. It was taking him more effort than normal to keep himself calm and not get annoyed or angry over simple things.

With everything happening he, one day, received a summon from the Wizengamot's contact board stating that the majority of the Wizengamot members had all decided on appointing the minister of magic. Because Harry hadn't been to the recent few meetings and had distanced himself from politics for some time he had no idea what was going on within the ministry. With the Yayu, Merlin and everything he didn't want to focus on anything else and had also asked Sirius to not tell or discuss anything political with him whenever they met so when he came to know that a new candidate for the minister of magic had been chosen he wondered who it was. And so grabbing his Wizengamot robe which had Potter written on the back like some sort of Quidditch uniform Harry said Daphne that he was off to the ministry.

He arrived through the floo and walked straight for the Wizengamot hall. He met Sirius on the way and they both headed off together. "I guess you couldn't contain the curiousness?" he asked.

"You know who they have selected?" Harry asked.

"It's Augusta," Sirius said. Harry looked at him. "With the Wizengamot filtered off of any death eaters or blood-purity bigots, I am sure you can expect the body to take some sensible decisions."

"I am," Harry said. "I just wasn't aware that Madam Longbottom would ever be interested in taking that post."

"She wasn't but who else do we have?" Sirius said. "Sure, together the Wizengamot is far better now than it was last year and sure, we have made some incredible changes and have passed some much needed laws but there has to be an overall representative leader at the very top. You cannot expect a group of people to take a unanimous decision, especially a sane one…all the time."

Harry nodded. He knew that. If left for too long people's own interests start affecting their decisions for others' welfare and betterment.

Entering the Wizengamot Hall Harry and Sirius grabbed their seats, which was adjacent to each other as Harry saw Neville had also come. He also spotted Mathias and Helena at the Greengrass' family seat. Sometime later once all the members had arrived Augusta was called over to the central podium. The old lady walked with a straight stature. If Harry had to describe her he would do so by comparing her with McGonagall. Both had a similar sense of just and fairness towards everything. They both were strict and professional. So she seemed to be the apt candidate for the post of minister of magic, at least compared to everyone else in the hall. If Kingsley was here Harry was sure he would've been elected as the minister.

With the voting being unanimous and the oath taking ceremony complete everyone congratulated Augusta one-by-one until it was Harry's chance. She invited him and Sirius for a formal party at her place that evening which Harry accepted, hoping it would get his mind off of the other things that were going on with his life and outside of it. He wasn't too worried about there being adults in that party since he would be there with Daphne as her parents were also coming. He hoped she would come. He would have to ask her.

And she said no. "I don't much like formal parties or gatherings overall. They are boring," is what she said when Harry asked her if she was coming to Augusta's party. Disappointed, Harry had no choice but to go alone and sit in one corner for a few hours. He hoped Sirius' witty humor would keep him barely entertained until the party was over.

The party was dead – that's how Harry would describe it. Most members of the Wizengamot were old people, people who liked to talk about traditions and old times; something Harry had no interest in whatsoever. He hoped Sirius would keep him company since Daphne hadn't come but the old people had taken his godfather away, talking about politics and whatnot. He didn't need to experience a formal party to know how boring it could be nor did he have Daphne to tell him so but after coming here he could understand why those two facts were true.

"Let's head upstairs." Harry looked to his left and to his surprise it was Neville…talking to him. He'd never done so before – initiate a conversation or even speak a word first to him ever since knowing about the Yayu.

Saying nothing Harry stood up and followed Neville towards the stairs. He'd never been to Neville's place before. It was as big and grand as Potter manor, only much livelier seeing that there was a party going on at the moment. He wondered where Neville was taking him when they stopped at a door as Neville opened it. It was the roof. Harry didn't know the manor had a terrace as it didn't seem to have one when looked from the outside. It had a sloping roof with a huge dome at the center but this roof looked to be going through the entire extent of the place.

'Magic,' Harry said in his head as the two came outside on the roof. It felt more open and quiet out here at the top of the manor. The sky was clear and the slight chilly wind made it a pleasant atmosphere to stay out tonight. "Formal parties can get incredibly boring, right?" Neville said as Harry looked at him.

"Were you bored as well?" Harry asked as Neville looked at him.

"What makes you say so?" Neville asked.

"Because you're talking to me," Harry said.

Neville smiled slightly as he looked away from him and towards the stars-filled sky. "I guess you can say that," he said. There was a long pause after that as no one spoke anything for over the next few minutes.

"You know, I don't get it," Harry said having Neville's attention once more. "I understand that Griffin and other divine beasts have this grudge against the Yayu…and for good reason, but…but why don't you talk to me? Luna talks to me and so does Draco but not you."

Neville kept looking at him for over a minute making Harry feel uneasy before he turned around and headed towards the door. "Come," he said looking towards him. Harry followed him inside.

He wondered where Neville was taking him next when they entered a rather quite corridor. The Longbottom manor was huge with many corridors like Hogwarts but being a party tonight almost all of them were bustling with people except for this one. This one was quiet and devoid of people. As soon as they turned towards it a house elf popped in front of them before looking at Neville.

"Young master Longbottom," the elf said before looking cautiously at Harry. "Lady Augusta said no one is allowed."

"It's okay, Toby," Neville said. "Lord Potter is a close family friend."

Harry felt weird when Neville mentioned him as a 'close family friend' seeing how distant Neville and he were in terms of talking. He looked at the elf that was looking back at him as if trying to figure out if allowing him in would be a good idea. He wondered what was in here when the elf nodded letting them enter the corridor.

"What was that all about?" he asked once they'd started to walk again.

Neville said nothing but stopped at the only gate this corridor had. Harry looked on both sides of the corridor's length and he found not one other door. He wondered if they were all hidden when Neville opened the door, revealing a rather dark room. He walked in slowly and Harry followed behind close. He wondered what it was that Neville wanted to show him when the lights turned on and Harry's eyes fell on towards his left and his eyes opened wide seeing them there, in that state as Neville walked over to them, holding their hands in his with a solemn, grim look on his face as those two pairs of lifeless eyes looked back at him…but with no memories or recognition or anything. To those eyes Neville was a stranger…just like anyone else.

"Grandma would be so angry with me if she realizes that I brought you in here but I wanted you to see them," he said. "I don't want you to take this the wrong way. I know you lost them when you were very young but at least with them being dead you don't have to live like this almost every day of your life whenever you're back home." He then turned to look at Harry. "Harry, I want you to meet my parents – Alice and Frank Longbottom."

Harry looked at them and couldn't form words at what he saw. He knew who they were the moment he saw them when the lights turned on and his heart wrenched realizing what Neville had to go through every day.

On the two beds lay Frank and Alice, in a catatonic, brain-dead state looking around with their lifeless eyes, their mouths hung open as it drooled on their blankets which were leaning itself every few seconds later. They eyes were hollow, lifeless as they stared at everything when suddenly they looked at him. For a moment Harry felt a little scared looking at them before they looked away again.

They would often moan something unintelligible while pointing at random things around the room. Harry didn't know what to say as he had no words forming in his mind seeing what was right in front of him.

"This is what they did to them…twelve years ago," Neville said. "When Voldemort came for you, Barty Crouch Junior and Bellatrix came for me. Your parents sacrificed themselves for you as did my parents did for me. The only difference is while your parents are dead mine are dead while being alive. And I have to see them in this state almost every single day whenever I am home. Grandma cannot take it anymore – the grief and emotional floods that fills her mind and heart every time she sees them in this state so I have to take care of them whenever I am here."

He then turned towards him completely as Harry looked at Neville. "You asked me why I wasn't talking to you when it is the Yayu that I and Griffin hate. Twelve years ago, when Bellatrix and Barty came to kill me and my parents tried to stop them, like I said, Griffin could've…" Neville grunted. Harry stepped forward when Neville signaled him to stop. "…he could've saved them. But he chose not to. All he did was make sure they wouldn't die which was one of the objectives of those death eaters as they tortured my parents to insanity, hoping that their limits to bear pain would break and their life would leave their bodies. It rendered them brain dead as the healers all said. They gave up because nothing can be done for my parents. They will remain like this for the rest of their lives – lying on their beds, moaning who knows what and looking around this room with their hollowed eyes.

"After it all happened my dad's body became 'unfit' for Griffin and so he moved into me," Neville continued as Harry could feel his rising anger as the air inside the room started getting dense but there was something else happening which made it seem as if Neville was in some sort of pain. "I have never forgiven him for that," he said. "I never will. He says that he couldn't directly intervene when my parents were attacked but I call it rubbish! He could've. He saved them from not being dead. That was intervening directly so why couldn't he just stop those death eaters to begin with? I thought about it for very long, trying to find reasons as he wouldn't tell me why he did what he did until you came along with the Yayu inside of you and things got distracted. I got to know what he'd done – the Yayu – and started feeling sympathy for Griffin. He wanted me to stay away from you because you had the Yayu and I agreed without questioning him why.

"But now that I think of it I really don't want to do it anymore," Neville said. "He doesn't like it at all whenever I talk to you. He's telling me to stop ever since I started talking to you in the party but I won't listen to him. I understand that he lost his friend by the hands of the Yayu but it doesn't mean you're the one responsible for it. You've been stuck with all this just because of pure coincidence."

Harry realized Neville was going to say something. "Neville, what's wrong?" he asked.

"I made a deal with Griffin a few days ago after I gave it a long and thorough thought," Neville said. "He will be finding someone else to live inside of after the Merlin issue is dealt with."

Harry was taken aback by that line from Neville as he looked at him with wide eyes and an open mouth. He had two questions right off the bat. "How…How do you know about Merlin?" he asked.

"Fawks told us," he said. "Even if he didn't Griffin and I felt it when Grindelwald revived him partially for the first time. It was when you felt that pain within you."

"You…You knew?" Harry asked.

"As did Luna," he said. "When Voldemort came back to life all the beasts and their hosts felt his immense power. The same was when Grindelwald absorbed the other beasts. So it was very obvious that we would all sense Merlin's revival when it happened, more so since the beasts have all fought him before and are very well aware of his magical signature, which was all over the place the night you felt memory pain."

"Why…Why wouldn't you tell me?" Harry asked.

"We couldn't," Neville said. "Don't take it the wrong way but you have a simple mindset when it comes to taking blames and caring for others. If we'd told you why you felt that pain then and there you'd distance yourself from all of us and do something reckless…like taking your own life thinking that way you could kill the Yayu."

Harry did his best not to show any reaction to that last few bits of Neville's sentence as he'd tried to do just that.

"Fawks informed me that Draco and Snape had told you about it, so it's no longer a secret that we can keep from you," Neville said. "He also said that you did try to kill yourself." Harry looked at him in shock.

"Can't he keep anything to himself?" Harry asked.

"He's the team leader," Neville said.

"Fawks?" Harry asked in surprise.

"He's the oldest divine beast among them all," Neville said.

"There's one more thing," Harry said. "Draco told me that you and Luna cannot properly separate yourselves from your beasts…"

"Because we've been together for very long," Neville said cutting him off. "I know. I suppose he told you about how our magic has begun to rely on each other because of that, right?" Harry nodded. "Which is why I and Griffin have started to rely on our own respective magic since Merlin was partially revived. If we get out of this then hopefully Griffin and I will be able to live our separate lives."

Harry didn't know what to say to that. He wasn't expecting any of this when he thought about coming to the party. He looked at Neville before smiling slightly. "You think we can get through this?" he asked.

"Even if it gives us a false sense of hope, which I really don't want to think of it as that way," Neville said, "yes, I think we can get through this…if we fight it together."

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A/N: Before you guys question about the dumb thing Harry was going to do by committing suicide…let me tell you that he's just a thirteen year old boy – a kid. No matter how mature he is despite of his age it will make him take rash decisions sometimes.

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