Lorcan woke up.
Opening his eyes slowly and trying to get up-and immediately regretting the abrupt act, realizing how much his head throbbed in pain-Lorcan realized that his room looked a little different.
Putting his hand on his head to try to relieve the pain he felt, the boy realized that his room accommodated two beds and did not contain any of the decorations he used to have. The room was dark and the walls contained no paint, reminding him of what it was like when he moved there. Strange and dark.
When Lorcan looked at the floor, he realized that his box was nowhere to be found, the only thing in his possession was his wand, which he held tightly when the lights started to appear to make sure he would stay with him. As his father always said "always be on the lookout Lorcan, protect yourself at any cost".
Instinctively, his hand flew to the Nargle necklace his mother had given him and, to his relief, he realized that it had remained on his neck along with his grandfather's medallion necklace.
What was happening ?
It must have something to do with the medallion.
Swallowing hard, he paid attention to the room, there was nothing but the beds, so Lorcan approached the door, opening it slowly and looking around.
The corridor looked the same to him.
Well ... the only way to find out what was going on was to explore.
Taking a deep breath and gathering courage, Lorcan raised his wand and started walking slowly down the corridor, walking the long way of the house in silence, until he reached the beginning of the stairs, from where he could hear a small whisper coming from inside the room.
Carefully, he sneaked up the stairs, trying to hear better. What if they were Death Eaters?
After a few seconds of trying to hear something, Lorcan captured the words: "go back" and "hogwarts". But the voices did not seem to be known to him.
Whatever was happening at that moment, it demanded calm. What would his father say? "Find a hiding place, stay safe, don't let go of your wand!"
Damn. Looking back to the corridor and then to the wooden door after the stairs, Lorcan made a decision.
It wasn't like he had many options for hiding if the house was full of Death Eaters anyway.
Raising his wand higher and walking down the steps slowly, Lorcan approached the closed door of the room, holding his breath and, tiptoeing, trying to be as stealthy as possible, touched the wood of the door by placing his ear on it ... like this that he did, the conversation stopped instantly.
Lorcan's eyes widened, startled. A thought of running fast to the kitchen appeared. His father taught him to duel if necessary, but at that moment there seemed to be a lot of people against him, he wouldn't stand a chance.
As if those few seconds of reflection were hours, the door opened.
A man with a white beard and half-moon glasses appeared looking at him curiously, as if he already knew it was he who was there.
Lorcan was about to cast a defense spell, but his wand in a matter of seconds flew across the room.
Adjusting his vision, the boy realized that a group of people were looking at him along with that old man, curious.
His heart started to beat faster, feeling the adrenaline rushing through his veins. But, like a clock striking midnight, relief washed over him, draining all his energy at once. Looking at everyone's face in that room, Lorcan realized that in the midst of all those people, two well-known red hair were among them.
Mr. and Mrs. Weasley.
- Grandma Wesley? What's happening?
And then ... like a light appearing in the darkness, a knowledge passed through Lorcan's head.
He had died. The medallion should have exploded in his hand.
- Child, could you explain to us who you are? - The bearded old man asked gently, but still looking at Lorcan in a very strange way
- You are God? Can I see my mom and dad, then?
- No, I'm not God. My name is Albus Dumbledore.
Albus Dumbledore? ... Lorcan remembered his father talking about Dumbledore several times, and his mother commenting that she thought he was very smart. But why weren't his parents who received him after his death? I mean ... so far everything has seemed so strange.
- Sorry sir, but when can I see my parents?
- And who are your parents?
-Harry Potter and Luna Potter sir, when will I be able to see them?
And like a multiple bomb, "Harry Potter!" "Potter?" "" Liar "Impossible!" Can be heard by several people at the same time inside the room.
The bearded old man raised his hand and everyone was silent.
- Could my dear boy tell us if something different happened before you arrived in this room?
- I ... Well - Lorcan thought for a moment, the idea that he was in the so-called "paradise", making less and less sense. But ... if it weren't for that, why would a man named Albus Dumbledore, who died years ago for what he knew, be right in front of him? and also his grandparents, Mr. and Mr. Weasley were there, although they didn't seem to remember him, which was very strange ... He really had grown up since the age of 8, but his appearance couldn't have changed that much, is it ? Well ... Maybe the Wrackspurts affected their heads - I was in my room looking at my medallion as I always do and playing with the symbols, so ... I put the circle of the upper ring with the heart of the lower one, see, these - said he, showing the symbolism to the approaching old man trying to see what Lorcan was pointing out promptly - so ... everything started to shine and there was a noise everywhere, I don't know what happened. Aunt Hermione entered the room and then everything went black. When I woke up, my room looked different, the furniture and decor, I mean, were not the same. So I went down the stairs and stopped here.
- That looks like a lame excuse! he was eavesdropping on us! We were discovered! - Said a man full of scars and with the glass eye.
- Calm down, Alastor! he's just a kid - Said a younger man -Maybe we should give his story a chance, he could be from the future, I mean ... he really does look a little bit like Harry
Looking at that man's face with a little more attention, Lorcan remembered. His father showed him a photo once. That was Remus Lupine.
- Are you Remus Lupin?
The man looked surprised for a moment
-Yes, that's my name - he said, a mixture of curiosity.
- Wow! Are you really a werewolf? This is amazing! Mom told me that indivisibles are creating a potion that allows werewolves to be aware of your transformation, so it would be like you were an animagus, only much better
Lupin's face went white - Yes, he must be Harry's son - he commented with a smile.
-This is impossible - said another man in the corner of the room
-Oh son - said Mrs. Weasley approaching him and looking at him with teary eyes - he speaks the truth, I feel it, Arthur! Harry's son, oh Merlin! And Luna ... was Luna Lovegood?
- Yes ma'am
-oh, yes, Luna has always been a good friend of Ginny. She is a great girl
- The medallion then belongs to Xenophilius Lovegood? - Albus Dumbledore looked at Lorcan, his eyes alight, a mixture of curiosity and accomplishment
-I found it in his stuff, I don't know. I never met my grandfather.
-Never met? but ...- Mrs. Weasley started, but stopped moments later -Sorry dear
-Well, today is being a very curious day, by the way, how rude of me, I didn't ask your name - said Dumbledore gently.
-Lorcan Potter, sir - said Lorcan, extending his hand in length
- It is a pleasure to meet you young Lorcan, you look like your father. - said Dumbledore shaking Lorcan's hand with a jovial smile - Now, we need to ask some questions to better understand what is happening, I think you are as confused as we are, right?
- Yes sir
- Can I see your medallion?
Lorcan took the medallion off his neck and handed it to Dumbledore. Upon picking it up, the old man began to look at the necklace minutely under the half-moon glasses, quite curious and fascinated.
I've never seen anything like this before - he murmured - I have to have a conversation with Xenophilius.
- Sorry Albus, but you don't believe this kid's story, do you?
-Alastor, he is Harry's face - Remus said
- and? It's a disguise obviously
-I must agree with Alastor, we cannot trust him, the boy appears here out of nowhere, saying that he is Potter's son, let's agree, it is a little impossible, you have to admit that it seems strange, Albus - said a man in the corner of the living room
Lorcan stopped to think, so ... if he was going back so far in time, his parents were young and alive and he ... he didn't exist yet.
-I can take Veritaserum, I really don't care. As long as I can stay here with my parents, I don't want to go back to my time
- You don't send the letters here boy! - said the man with the glass eye, Alastor, startling him - But I agree, give him Veritaserum
- I cannot promise that you will stay here, Lorcan, I am sorry, however difficult your future may be, it is where you belong.
-But ... but we're all going to die! It's just a matter of time, Voldemort is going to kill everyone! I can help prevent this
Dumbledore stared at him for a while
- Alright ... I will provide Veritaserum