Here it is the next chapter, I do hope all of you are having one of the best times ever! By the way, I going to play Mass Effect Legendary edition this weekend. So, no update until next week!
The schedule it's going to be like this!
Boku No Overlord (Done!)
Harry Potter And the Demon Empress. (Done!)
Wizarding World Overlord (Done!)
Harriet Potter: The Demon Empress (Two chapters! Done!)
Overlord: The Demon Empress in Westeros (Next one!)
From Thedas To Westeros.
After this, the cycle will start again! So, I hope you guys are enjoying this so much! See you all later!
Ah, yeah, also. There is no going to be bashing. Well, not really. Hermione it's just going to be, a bit like canon in the first year. But that would change. Keep reading to find out!
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Chapter 8
The horrid smell of the classroom, and smokes of various colors, brought nausea to Harriet. Then there was the pain in her scar, and the sudden feeling of sickness she's experience. All of that started the moment she entered the classroom, where professor Quirrell was ready to begin his class. Harriet needed to sit down quickly before she puked. Where did this disgusting feeling come from? Why do I feel so ill? Something revolting is in here, I can smell it. Feel it in my mind. Harriet would not puke in front of everyone.
"Harriet, you're pale! Are you feeling right?" Hannah asked as she saw Harriet turning pale by the moment.
"Nothing escapes your sight, does it? Don't worry, Hannah, I can endure it for one class," Harriet said.
Hannah couldn't hide her annoyance and irritation at Harriet's dismissal of her health. One of these days, I would drag Harriet to bed if she declines my help when she is feeling sick. I swear it on Morgan's tits! Hannah huffed. Susan and the rest noticed as well how sick Harriet looked. But before they could ask her something about it. Professor Quirrell closed the door and went on with the class. Well, try to do so. Since his stuttering made it hard to pay attention. However, Harriet, in the middle of a sudden increase of headache and ill-feeling, took notice of how fake it sounded. Like he was trying too hard to make himself look like a fool.
"W-welcome t-to D-Defence A-Against the D-Dark arts."
Harriet groaned at the idea of such a person giving classes. Yet she would not let him fool her. He could be dangerous to her, that's why she had to keep her guard up.
"As m-many of you k-now, my n-name is Q-Quirinus Q-Quirrell. Your p-p-professor in this t-topic. We are g-g-going to s-start with something e-easy. F-f-first, who can tell me the d-d-difference types of m-m-magic."
Harriet would have raised her hand, but the pain in her head grew immensely. The scar and everything around it became more and more painful at each minute. Harriet paid no attention to her surroundings. She just lays her head down, massaging her temples, hearing echoes far away. What could it be? Where does that voice is coming from? Why is she in so much pain? Her scar felt like burning. The best way Harriet could explain what she felt at that moment would be as if she somehow was closer to a raging fire. Full of hate and ill intent towards her. Harriet saw it right away, or well, felt that those intentions were coming from professor Quirrell.
This is not good, not good at all. Whatever he is, this person is dangerous. I don't know if he is doing it intentionally, or perhaps he is using a strange type of magic I know nothing off. But I had to do something, fast. My head, I feel my head melting.
Harriet's mind went into overdrive, as she thought carefully about every type of scenario that could occur if things went south.
Yet the life of the children worried Harriet more than her own. Susan, Hannah, Neville, Daphne, Tracey, and Blaise. They could get involved, and she wanted to avoid it at all costs. I will have to use a summon item if some of them got hurt, as well as some potions. But what spell could I use in order to protect them from any harm? Arcane Shield could do the job, I guess. Then there is Magic Shield. But they only work around me and I can't use them! Shit! Arcane Magic Warrior, it's truly not a Job Class to help teammates! Harriet thought angrily.
Arcane Magic Warrior may be a powerful Job Class at Level 100, but before that, someone was practically useless. Harriet knows it better than anyone. Someone could hit level 45 and still be no better than a lower NPC. Normally she could count on some abilities to heal or protect her or others. But those skills weren't really great but worked well enough. [Lesser Restoration] [Cure Serious Wound] and [Lesser Rejuvenation] and the higher tiers of those spells were the only ones she possessed that could heal something. And Harriet couldn't use them, since she has practically 90% of her abilities and levels blocked by those restrictions lay upon her. Harriet couldn't even use the last 10% of her current level completely.
If I use a fucking Tier 3 spell, my stupid human body could break! What is the point of being level 32 here if I can only use Tier 1 spells!
The headache pain increased, as she felt worse. Control yourself! Don't lose sight of what you have to do. Alright, think of the possibilities of using Cash Items. I know there are a few who could prove useful to me. Mm, I could still use normal magic, but I had to be careful, and if things truly got worse. I think I would have to kill him.
Harriet thought as the class went by with no further interruption. Still, every minute felt longer to Harriet. The smell grew stronger, and the pain in her scar seemed to increase. Harriet groaned. She should have stayed on the Hospital wing. But it was too late now. She needed to see it through.
The next hour went by as Harriet endured the pain and the putrid feeling of sickness. Adding to that, professor Quirrell's class was dreadful. The man was just an awful teacher. The rest of the students were not even paying attention to him. What a joke! Harriet thought, exasperated. Suddenly she felt as if the breakfast wanted to come out, Harriet used all her willpower to avoid puking. Still, it was only getting worse.
"Harriet, tell me, are you alright?"
Harriet glanced at Susan, who was sitting next to her. The red-haired girl took her hand, and Harriet could not help herself but feel guilty to make them worry. They had become important to her, and while she may be distant sometimes. Harriet couldn't think of what her life could be if they weren't next to her. Deciding to be frank with Susan, she whispered to her how she felt.
"I'm so sorry, Susan. I should have listened to Hannah and return to the hospital wing. My head is killing me," Harriet said.
"We could ask professor Quirrell to allow you to leave to the Madam Pomfrey."
Harriet was about to speak, but a sudden voice stopped her from doing so. Quirrell stared at her with resentful eyes behind a smile of nervousness and stupidity. A fake actor like no other was standing before Harriet. Something she didn't like.
"M-Miss Potter, care to explain to me, what's going on there?" He asked, leaving behind some of his stammers.
"It's just that I'm not feeling so well, right now, Professor Quirrell. My head hurts too much. Could you allow me to go to see Madam Pomfrey?"
Quirrell had a fake smile, a sinister smile. Harriet had her wand ready for anything. For long minutes, they enveloped the entire room in awkward silence. Then, the professor against the Dark Arts laughed. "O-Of course, you can, M-Miss Potter. W-We wouldn't want to something happen to you, don't we?" He said.
Harriet thought it would be an excellent opportunity for her to retreat. For now, she would observe him. She doubted Quirrell would do anything for a while. That was the plan. But as she stood up, Harriet felt as if the entire world was turning. Nausea, the headache, and the irritation in the scar came all together. And it was not only that, Harriet could hear something in the back of her head. A hissing of sorts, angry and weak. She tried to walk, but with no luck. Harriet's legs felt weak and suddenly she fell flat on her head. Knocking herself out. The last she could remember was the screaming of some girls.
"Harriet!" Susan yelled as she listened to the sound of Harriet's head hitting the cold floor. The rest moved around her, and Neville approached her.
"Neville, is she alright?" Hannah asked.
Neville sighed, as he could see the bruise on Harriet's head. Nothing life-threatening, but it explained why she was unconscious. "Don't worry, she is fine. Only unconscious, that's all. We have to take her to Madam Pomfrey."
Harriet's group of friends were on edge and some furious as they heard some snickers from the Slytherin. Draco and his goons with some other members were having a blast with the scene before them. "Did you hear how she hit the floor?" A girl with short dark hair and a small nose and grey eyes said. Neville recognized her as Pansy Parkinson. The girl was the smallest of the year and was envious of Harriet more than anyone. Pansy felt small next to some of the other girls, who seemed in her opinion cuter than her.
Pansy was not an ugly girl, not by a long shot. But her attitude and her arrogant tone to anyone, not Pureblood, made her hideous.
"Draco, did you see how she fell? Don't you think it was funny?" Pansy said, smirking.
Draco did smile at the girl's fall, but he could not show his amusement since his father and mother would be angry at him. His father remembered him, how vital it was for him to not alienate Harriet Potter against them. The Malfoy family needed the Black and Potter gold. Because, although they were still well off in terms of riches. They wanted more and not only that. The magic and ancient scrolls of the Potter family were something worth the trouble. Well, the Black family ancient tomes too. But Narcissa couldn't get her hands on her family's old scrolls, infuriating Lucius to no end. There were the seats at the Wizengamot and the house of Representatives. If Lucius could get Harriet Potter to marry his son. He would be the most powerful wizard in the world.
Draco, of course, did not know all of what his father wanted. The only thing he cared about was Harriet Potter. Draco liked her, but he believed she was too proud. Harriet would have to learn how to behave properly, just like his mother does. To be examplar lady of house Malfoy, obedient, submissive. Mm, father told me he would teach me all about a women when I grow up more. I wonder what would that be? Well, Harriet will be my wife. Father told me he would work on that. So no problem. Draco thought, smirking.
"Pansy, please behave properly. Harriet is the heir of both Potter and Black house, they must care for her immediately," Draco said with a condescending voice. Still, he was smiling at the unconscious form of Harriet.
Daphne grew angry at the voice of Malfoy. But just like the rest, she ignored him. There was no time for her to think about him.
"Professor, I'm going to take her to the hospital wing!" Neville said.
They saw the sadistic smile on Quirrell's face; they froze as they hear him speak. "Yes, of course take her. The class is over, don't worry."
They all stared at each other, and they knew it would be a must tell to the adults when they arrive. Neville took Harriet in his arms and carried her in a bride style. Carrying bags of fertilizer was harder than carrying his honorific sister. "Are you alright, Neville, can you carry her?" Tracey asked.
"Don't worry, she is not heavier than a bag of fertilizer," Nevile said.
"That's rude, Neville," Susan said.
"Ah, sorry!"
"Well, he didn't call her fat," Tracey said, following the rest.
"But he compared her to a bag of poop," Daphne added.
"Let's just hope she does not remember this," Blaise said.
"We need to tell, Dora about this, she would be piss if we didn't," Hannah said.
"Mm, I will tell her. She must be close, from what I know she must be with professor McGonagall," Susan said.
Neville sighed as he carried Harriet's unconscious body to the hospital wing. He hoped nothing bad would happen now. Otherwise, it would be a long first week at Hogwarts. Sadly for him, and the rest of the kids, their year at Hogwarts was just starting.
Dumbledore looked at the report on his hand with interest. There was an interesting movement around the House of Representatives and Wizengamot politics lately. He knew it was around the Girl-Who-Lived future. Her parents were trying their hardest to remove some of the old laws, especially the one forcing her to marry and sire children at sixteen. A horrible law, sure, but it could be useful to him. Dumbledore sighed. He knew it would be next to impossible to remove it. They wrote it in magic and blood, making it harder to erase from the law book at the Wizengamot.
It broke Dumbledore's heart to see such a young girl push into a world she was not ready for. Dumbledore knew the Potter family would do what it takes to free their daughter from such circumstance, a commendable action, yet one that could fail.
Dumbledore had to admit that, while he hoped they accomplish such feat. He would not willingly help them, since he thought it was the perfect opportunity for young Harriet to follow a righteous path of self-sacrifice. Young Neville is close to her. Both of them would be a delightful couple and perfect for each other, yet I don't think I can control either of them. The Longbottom family and the Potter aren't really a fan of mine. Ah, if they could only understand what I'm trying to do for the good of all of us.
Dumbledore thought as he looked at the window.
"Mm, perhaps young Ronald Weasley could be a good husband. The Weasley's has been always loyal to me."
Dumbledore wondered where did all go wrong. "Why can they trust my judgment? If only they would throw away their pride, I could have helped them."
"At least, young Harriet is on Hufflepuff. Not bad at all. I would have preferred for her to be Gryffindor. But the house of the Badgers is good too. Then, she has friends in Slytherin too. Young miss Greengrass and Davis, I believe. I hope they don't influence young Harriet. If so, I would have to split the group. However, with their houses being allies, it would be hard to do so. Maybe, I could watch where does that friendship goes, yeah, perhaps it could be beneficial in the long run."
A part of Dumbledore understood that perhaps trying to force Harriet to live with her aunt may be harsh. However, he believed that Petunia would have treated her like her own. Dumbledore was sure of it.
Dumbledore wanted to avoid an arrogant girl with delirious of grandeur. Maybe living with her aunt would have made her more docile and less arrogant. Well, Dumbledore still wasn't sure of Harriet's character, yet he hoped the girl listened to him when the times come. It was vital for Harriet to accept his guidance and plans.
"Well, I can only hope for the best. Let's see what she does this year. The plans I have set in motion would show me, what type of person she is."
Dumbledore suspected Quirrell was in contact with Voldemort. There was something dark about him. Maybe he knew the location or something, that's why he would monitor him, and use the Philosopher's stone to lure Voldemort out. I'm sorry, Nicolas, my dear friend. But I think I will destroy your stone by the end of all of this. The Elixir of Life cannot be something accessible to people. It goes against nature. I hope, the next time we see each other, you will understand.
Dumbledore sighed, as he suddenly listened to the chimney ward getting on.
"Mm, it seems as if they were faster than I thought," He said.
Dumbledore knew what was about to take place soon. The whole incident with the Legilimency and Harriet's mind pained him too. The old wizard admitted he was not expecting such a strong Occlumency shield from the young girl, and neither resistance to charms. He charmed the Hogwarts letters with a mild compulsion to make her more feeble to his directions. Nothing too serious, in his opinion. But seeing how it didn't work, Dumbledore tried to do the same thing again, during the starting ceremony. However, it was horrible timing.
Snape told him how in his anger, he attacked Harriet's mind with a Legilimency attack. Then Quirrell did the same, but intending to hurt her. Adding up, Dumbledore tried to charm her while all of that was going on. It was not a surprise young Harriet had a mental scar. How was it? He couldn't be sure for now.
I should have not done that. Never in my life, I have hurt a student, this is my fault. Yes, Snape made a mistake and Quirrell is here because of me. But all of this is my doing. I hope, one day they forgive me. But there is so much in the line. Hopefully, is a minor scar.
Dumbledore thought as he waved at the chimney, allowing the people to enter his domains.
Entering the room, a group of people showed their displeasure with one stared.
"Welcome, my lords, my ladies," Dumbledore said.
"Professor Dumbledore," James said.
Next to him, Sirius, Remus, and Lily were being followed by a small group of people. A tall woman with dark skin, short silver hair, and two sets of deep blue eyes. She was Dorcas Meadowes. The head of St Mungo's Hospital. Next to her, there was a woman with short, dark brown hair and hazel eyes, carrying a small bag. She was Alice Longbottom, Neville's mother. Alice was one of the best healers and mind-healers at St Mungo's, with many years of expertise on the topic.
It didn't surprise Dumbledore one bit. Yet he smiled at them.
"What can I do for you, lord Potter?" Dumbledore said.
James glared at him. "I have no time for your games, Dumbledore. Someone mentally attacked my daughter, and I will find out who did it."
"That's your right, as a father, no doubt. But if you desire to start an investigation at my school. You still need to approval of the Head of Department of Magical Law Enforcement and the board of Hogwarts."
"Oh, don't you worry about it. Amelia has given me authorization to start my investigation, and for the board, well, I already sent the request. It's only a matter of time. But besides that, I need to see my daughter."
Dumbledore stared at him and sighed. "The first-year students are ending their third period. Young Harriet was at Potions."
Lily listened to that with a knot in her throat. She hasn't still replied to Severus ever since he sent the letter.
"Great! Now we could say hi to Snivellus!" Sirius said.
"I'll advise to no start fights with my staff, lord Black," Dumbledore said.
"I will not start a fight, just say hi."
Dumbledore's annoyance grew, but he remained calm. "Still, lord Black, I suggest you keep your visit professional."
"Oh, you don't have to tell me that," Sirius said.
Both of them stared at each other with an intense glare. Dumbledore wondered why in recent years, Sirius has become more rebellious. He has been always someone hard to control, in Dumbledore's opinion. Too hot-headed to plan and follow instructions. But now that he was a captain in the Auror corps and head of the Black family, seemed to only increase his ego.
Thankfully, his title would go to young Harriet if anything happens to him. The girl is young, she could still listen to me. And if my investigation is right, the Potters are the only ones capable of claiming the Peverell title. If James claims it to get more seats, Harriet would be the sole heir of the Black, the Potter and Peverell family. That's a lot of seats. But Harriet would still have to sire children for each family. Since removing that law would take years, they don't have time. I have to secure the future of the Wizarding World. Those titles cannot fall into wrong hands. I think… I have to call some old favors.
Dumbledore thought as he stared at Sirius.
"Just be careful, lord Black. I'm very protective of my staff."
"Ah, is that a threat, professor Dumbledore?"
"A friendly reminder."
"A friendly reminder, that you're employing a Death Eater as a teacher?"
"A person who redeemed himself, and now is trying to do his best."
"I have problems believing that, Dumbledore," Dorcas said with a nasty glare.
Dumbledore frowned at the tone of the Head of St Mungo's. "Everyone deserves a chance to prove themselves worthy of a new life. Everyone."
"Bollocks," Alice whispered.
"Criminals who kill, rape, and burned people alive? Don't you remember what they did in the war? I do. Lots of horrible memories of patients with lost limbs and scar so deep in their consciousness that no Obliviate could erase their horrors."
"I do, know about it, Lady Meadowes. Yet, how could they pay por their misdeeds if they are dead?"
"Misdeeds? What the Death Eaters did during the war was misdeeds?"
Alice stared at the old wizard with confusion and anger. Not understanding what he said.
"I wouldn't use that word, Dumbledore. Death Eaters were not a bunch of rebellious kids playing pranks to people. They were criminals, killing everyone who was against them. They made their choice," Dorcas said.
"A terrible choice, and they should pay for it I'm not denying it. However, executing them is not the answer. We should allow them to live with the guilt and redeem themselves with actions. That's the way a good person should see things. People need to learn how to forgive. Otherwise, we're allowing dark thoughts to flood our minds and set an example for future generations to act on evil intentions."
"That's not for you to decide. You can't act as a mediator of what people should or should not feel and think."
Remus said, and Dumbledore only sighed in disappointment. "Remus, as a Werewolf, I thought you knew better."
"What?" Remus asked, clenching his teeth.
"Dumbledore, I would like to know what does that mean exactly," Dorcas asked, as she took Remus's hand.
"Oh, yeah, let's talk about evil intentions. Like the ones I'm having right now!" Sirius said.
"Enough! Professor Dumbledore, I'm here to check on my daughter, not to throw insults. If there is someone using Legilimency against students, you know what the law says about that. Not only that, if this gets out. The entire Wizarding World would know someone is attacking children at Hogwarts," Lily said.
"Of course, I do, my dear. We want to avoid panic."
Lily growled at the way Dumbledore spoke to her, yet she couldn't care less for now. Her mind could only focus on one thing, and it was Harriet.
That's why Lily grew worried when suddenly, one portrait came rushing to inform Dumbledore of what was happening in the Hospital Wing.
"Professor, one student has passed out. Madam Pomfrey wanted me to tell you that," the portrait said.
"Which student is?" Dumbledore asked, worried.
"Harriet Potter."
Lily and James flew out of the door with only one intention on their mind. To see if their daughter was alright.
Lily rushed to the Hospital Wing, and she sighed deeply at the sight of her daughter on one bed. Around her were the kids, all looking in worry at the sweat and heavy breathing from Harriet.
"Harriet?!"
"Lady Potter! You arrive, finally we were so worried!" Daphne said.
"What happened?"
Lily asked as the rest of the adults came behind her. Neville felt relief to see his mother taking care of Harriet, but then again, the entire situation felt surreal.
"We were in Defence Against the Dark Arts, when Harriet got worse," Susan said.
"Yes! Since the morning, she told us she was feeling bad. But after taking madam Pomfrey potions, Harriet told us she was fine! But during potions she just pass out when she tried to stand up!"
"Then she hit her head when she fell to the floor."
Hannah and Susan spoke, telling the adults what they wanted to know. Well, only a small part. "What else did she tell you?" James asked softly.
"That someone tried to use Legilimency on her yesterday, but she didn't tell use who it was."
"I see. Dorcas, Alice, what is happening to my daughter?" James asked.
Dorcas helped Alice get in position, and Lily couldn't feel well by watching her child unmoving on the bed. Lily remembered the day of the attack when Voldemort sought to kill them. Noticing his wife trembling eyes, James whispered to Remus to get the kids out. It would be for the best of them if they saw nothing of what could happen.
"Alright, kids, if time for you all to return to the Great Hall," Remus said.
"Why?!"
"We can't just leave her! What if she wakes up and we are not there for her?!"
"Please, let us stay!"
"I refuse to leave her side!"
Harriet's family could only look in awe at the loyalty coming out of the young ones. James smiled at them, feeling more at peace knowing his daughter has loyal friends next to her. But from what he knew, Dorcas and Alice, and well, he would not lie, but he wanted Harriet to have privacy. Since there were things kids couldn't know. Especially since they were going to see Harriet scar. James could see how inflamed the scar looked.
"I thank you for being my daughter's friend, but we need some privacy."
"But, lord Potter!" Neville yelled.
"Neville, listen to lord Potter, we need you to leave," Alice said while pulling some strange tools from her bag.
"Alright, all of you, it's time for you to go. Don't worry, Harriet, it's going to be fine. She is in expert hands."
Remus brought all the kids outside of the Hospital Wing, while Madam Pomfrey closes the door behind them. They were protesting, but couldn't stop the dismissal. The only thing they could do now, it's hoping, their dear friend, was going to be fine. However, among all of what was going on. They knew something. Professor Quirrell's attitude when Harriet fainted was troublesome. Having that in mind, they thought to do something about it. But for now, they must wait for Harriet to get better.
"Dorcas, Alice, why is Harriet unconscious? It's because of the scar? Did something happen to her?" Lily asked.
"That's a big bruise on her head," Sirius pointed out.
"Don't worry, Lily, just like the children told you. She knocked herself out when she fell to the floor. That bruise on her head, it's nothing dangerous. Only a pain reliever potion and something for the inflammation, is all she needs. Poppy, do you have anything for the fever?" Dorcas asked.
"Yes, let me go for it."
James sighed at the sight before him. Then James smelled something nasty. A sour type of odor. "What is that smell?" He asked.
The rest could smell the same, and Alice waste no time in pulling a strange pair of glasses. Big and uncomfortable. Alice put them on, and inspecting Harriet's forehead, she discovered that; the odor was coming from the girl's forehead. A dark essence was emanating from it. Putrid and evil.
"What are those glasses?" Sirius asked.
"They help me identify magic essences. These glasses are incredible to detect magic scars on people body. Our eyes can not see magic marks. The essence of magic is dim and hard to distinguish. We may feel magic, if we train well enough. But to see it, well, that's completely different. And from what I can see, something dark is coming out from Harriet's forehead."
"From the scar?" James asked.
"Yes, the wound on her scar is open."
"I don't see blood," Lily said.
"Technically it is, Lily. The Killing Curse caused Harriet's scar. Yet, this is the first time that ever happened. We don't have any evidence of ever happening. Your daughter is the first case. Ever. We know about magic scars left by spells like Reductor, Crucio, Fiendfyre and many more. But not this. Then there is the smell. This is the first time a magic scar smells like this."
"Well, that's bloody great, Alice. So we don't know what that scar is?" James said, irritated.
"We know what it is, James. What we don't know, is why the scar is leaking such a foul essence."
"Then there is the damage it could cause to her brain," Dorcas said.
"That's why I recommend closing her scar to stop the leaking of that essence."
"Would that be a good idea?" Remus asked Dorcas.
"We can't wake her up while this magical scar is leaking such a dark aura. It shouldn't be any different from sealing a magical curse. Alice, do you agree?"
"Yes, it would be for the best."
James, Lily, Remus, and Sirius could only sit down and let the two healers do their job. Madam Pomfrey did her best to support them in anything they could need. But since such an operation was beyond her area of expertise, there was not much she could do. Both healers took an hour to close the scar. It was as if they were doing surgery with their wands. Their wands were above Harriet's forehead. Moving from one side to the other slightly. Gentle blue light and minor sparks were all Lily and James could see. The wands were acting as bistoury and needles and everything else.
Every single magical being had a magical core. Their aura, their individual essence. It was as if there was a second body in each person. Their magical being. A magical scar. It was an injury, or dismember, to that core. To the essence of that person. That's why it was so hard to fix it. It takes time and patience to heal something as complicated as one core, their center of all magic abilities. Dorcas and Alice were trying to close the wound on Harriet's core.
Both women were thankful that it was a minor scar. Yet, they couldn't shake the feeling of something worse happening inside the young girl. The essence was too dark and evil to belong to her.
"Dorcas, Alice, how is Harriet?" Lily asked.
"We have closed the scar. Harriet will be still in a bit of pain for a few days, but nothing too serious. We will wait until she get's better to inspect her Occlumency walls. I don't want to put too much strain on her core. A few potions will make her return to normality. But there is something that worries me. The scar is not really the problem. It's what living behind it."
"What do you mean, Alice?" Lily asked in a more worried tone.
"There is something, latching on Harriet's magical core. A parasite of sorts. It's hard to tell you what is exactly, but that's the best way I can explain it."
"Wait a minute, a parasite? How could it be? When they inspected Harriet after the attack, no one told us about a bloody parasite!"
"It grew overtime. Sucking Harriet's magic slowly for years. The Legilimency attack on her may be the reason the parasite woke up. I'm sorry, Lily, James. This is only what I think. I don't know what else to tell you. Never in my life I have seen such a thing. I can only theorize what it is. It could be something different," Alice said.
"Then pull it out!" James yelled.
"Are you insane! You could kill Harriet. This parasite, or whatever it is, it so intricate with her core. That pulling it out, could kill her immediately," Dorcas said.
James sat down on the chair, almost pulling his hair out. The desperation was clear on his face. Yet, it was Lily whose face remained calculative. There was something more. A detail that Lily could see.
"It's like a tumor?" She asked.
Alice and Dorcas looked at each other and nodded slowly. "Well, it could be, yes," said Alice.
"Lily, what are you thinking about?" Remus asked.
"It's a hunch, but we couldn't find anything of Voldemort body. Not a trace. Then, there is the fact Harriet can speak with snakes… Perhaps, Voldemort essence, a part of it. Latch itself in Harriet."
Everyone stared at her, as she was mad. However, Dorcas and Alice could see what she thought about it that way. Magic it's still an outsider, too many of them. Hard to explain and understand. Lily could be right, yet it didn't make them feel better about the entire situation.
"Lily, you're saying that a part of… Voldemort lives inside her."
"I know, James. I don't like it more than you do. But it could explain things. It also leads trail since if that it's the case. It also meant that somehow, Voldemort's magical core, was already damaged. To leave such an essence behind him, after his body was destroyed… I know there is something missing," Lily said.
The rest could only stare at the sleeping girl with worried feelings. "Well, for now, she needs to rest. Hopefully, tomorrow we would know more."
None of them noticed how Dumbledore was listening to everything they say. Hiding behind a powerful invisibility spell. Truly, you're one of the brightest witches of the century, Lily. Dumbledore thought as he stared at the young girl with melancholy. Such a bright future, sadly cut off by destiny. He left the Hospital Wing with one goal in mind. To return in the night.
And while the night arrived with no problem. Dumbledore could sneak out, avoiding James, Sirius, and Remus patrols, to reach the bed where young Harriet seemed sleeping. He saw the scar; it looked better than before. Not so inflamed. Dumbledore sighed as he pulled out his wand, pointing it to the girl.
"Please forgive me, young Harriet. If I could, I would have avoided all of this. When the times comes, I will pay for all I did. But your destiny, it's more important than my own."
Dumbledore used a few spells in order to make Harriet more compliant with his orders. He wanted to avoid hurting her. That's why he used a few. Then, he Obliviated her from anything that could incriminate Severus. He needed the Potion Master. So, having Harriet telling how she suspected him using Legilimency on her, was not good. However, Dumbledore noticed something odd. He was a powerful wizard. He could even see dim lights around people, their auras. Decades of experience had led him to learn more than anyone else. Dumbledore kept a lot of secrets inside his head. That's why he felt a strange vibration coming from his wand. And how Harriet's body radiated an aura of strange colors.
"Curius, what could it be?"
Dumbledore concentrated his magic on his eyes, increasing his sensitivity to magic. The auras were blue, red, and golden, surrounding the girl's body. As if they were aware. At first, Dumbledore thought it was Voldemort's essence. But he knew Tom's aura well enough to recognize it everywhere. Those strange essences belong to Harriet alone. Something not possible. Each person could only possess one aura. And it was not the most alarming. The auras seemed to interact with each other. Dumbledore did not know what was happening.
"Imposible, a person with three auras?"
Dumbledore tried to look deeper. He wanted to know more. So carefully he opened Harriet's eyelids and tried to get inside of the girl's unconscious mind. But what he found out was more than he hoped. There in the darkness, two sets of golden eyes glared at him. The rush of power Dumbledore felt could not be described.
I SEE YOU!
Dumbledore pulled out from the girl's mind, feeling his entire being shaking.
"What was that?!" He whispered.
The old wizard took a deep breath. Then he heard some steps coming to the Hospital Wing. He would leave for now. He has a lot to think about. But what he discovered tonight changed everything. The prophecy was accurate all along. You're truly the calamity of change, Harriet Potter. I need to think about what should I do now.
Dumbledore thought as he left the sleeping girl behind. However, Dumbledore would soon discover more than he would ever understand.
And for the girl, the so-called Calamity of change. "Mm… oreo cheesecake." Those were the words coming from her sleepy form.