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Man, this story is brilliant, but I will admit my current interest lie with the new story of which I have that extravaganza of 20 chapters posted and a few others which I either really like writing or that I want to see finished sometime next year. One of these soon to be finished ones is definitely Keyblade's Light and I hope it'll happen.
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Chapter 06
Harry's Past And Powers

23rd of December 1976
Lotelle Garden, Ariador
Sirius' POV

I don't really know what happened while Hari was reading the previous chapter, but something about him felt pretty right. Not the way that it feels right when I'm with Moony, but still very much right and while I know that my future self is Hari's godfather, do I still feel pretty bad, seeing my own future fate.
The idea that, in less than 2 decades, I might pass away is one thing, but I can tell just by the few glances that are sometimes shared between Harry and my future self, who calls himself Snuffles, that they both believe the same thing; even without my future self having died, they just never got to spend enough time together.
This really worries me for what the future holds and the things that Harry say when he responds to Malfoy asking about bad things happening make me just want to hold the slightly older, but still smaller looking teen and I'm pretty sure his strange size is one of the reasons I have come to like him so much so quickly.

Jaurion and the others can vouch for the fact that, usually, it takes several weeks to even a month before I really feel comfortable around someone, mostly thanks to the paranoid upbringing I got to have from my darling parents, but there is just something about Hari and his character that easily draws me in and warms me up.
Now normally I only feel warmed up from the inside when Moony and I have some private time together, but there is just something about Hari's character that I really like and the fact that he came back so far in time just to read to us about his past and save us and our future selves from death is definitely something.
Yet even that isn't the thing that draws me to Hari the most, even if it does say a lot about his character, his character's strength and the length of which he is willing to fight for those he cares about, but because I don't want him to believe that he has to partake in this fight alone, do I say: "You're right, I'll be next."

The others look shocked, the strange woman with the red-hair who looks like an older version of Molly Weasley, Lindilwen and the two Snakes that are of my own time looking the most shocked and because I don't feel ready to follow Jaurion in his lead just yet, do I shrug and say: "What, I'm next to Harry, so why not."
And while those that had looked at me with great shock now look like they understand me, the Molly woman even going so far as to roll her eyes at me when she thinks I'm not looking, do I send a quick look at my best friend that silently says: "Not yet." Jaurion nodding with a smile of pride on his face before I start to read.

The Vanishing Glass

This mostly seems to interest my best friend, his apparent wife-to-be and his parents as the other black-haired teen no longer looks at me wondering why I behave so cuddly with his son and is instead looking at the book in my hands with clear excitement in his eyes, along with his folks and while intrigued myself, do I read on.

Nearly ten … at all.

This alone worries me as it proves that no one that knew either Lindilwen or Jaurion had decided that the old man, Dumbledore, was wrong or even thought about picking Hari up and raising him themselves and while I wonder why no one even considered this, especially Peter, Remus and I, do I keep this worry out my tone as I read.

The sun … the owls.

"Seriously?" Lucius asks in shock and then he goes on and says: "I mean, did they never even change the interior once? What about when other members of their community became famous for a certain style? Did they just ignore that?" To this Hari nods and then says: "They did and they could – because that never happened."
The man looks shocked and Hari says: "What you have to understand is this; my uncle – or as I have to refer to him as my uncle – was a very high-placed worker at Grunnings and Grunnings had been the company that made building the Privet Drive community houses possible, so anything my uncle said or did – was the truth.
Plus, those people all believed themselves one step higher than the other and constantly behaved as if they just accepted whoever lived next door to them. They all lived in this little delusionary world where everything was perfect and nothing about them was flawed." And as he gags after explaining this, do I read on.

Only the … his mother.

"That computer game event had not been pretty." Hari then shudders and shakes his head as he says this and Peter asks: "Why? what happened?" Hari shudders again, while some of the Weasleys are obviously keeping themselves from glaring at my friend and Hari says: "Let's just say we bought 3 new computers that day."
"Three? But those things cost a good 400 pounds apiece." Lindilwen says in shock and Hari retorts: "Yeah, and my uncle has a temper." Making the woman cringe, her eyes proving she has personal experience with Vernon Dursley's temper and while I wonder how much 400 pounds is worth in Elven money, do I read on.

The room … dream before.

"Wait, you actually remembered being brought to your relatives?" Malfoy asks, yet Hari shakes his head and says: "The rider of the motor in the dream was definitely not Hagrid. I think it's more that I remembered one of the times Sirius arrived at my parents' place on the thing or something." The blonde nods and Lindilwen asks:
"How do you remember that?" To which Merden answers: "Thanks to the magic that merged with him when he created these books is it now much easier for his Highness to clearly remember the events we read about, regardless of how long ago they have been for him." The ginger girl nods and I continue my reading.

His aunt … Duddy's birthday."

"Wait, why is she forcing you to make breakfast for her son's birthday?" The redhead woman that came with Hari asks in shock and Hari rolls his eyes before he says: "Trust me, it's better she did. I mean, Aunt Petunia isn't a terrible cook, but there are definitely recipes that she should just not even want to try and make.
And yes, I speak from experience, I've been admitted to the hospital of Little Whinging so many times to have my stomach sucked empty, I lost count when I was six. She didn't stop until the hospital actually informed the authorities about us constantly having the same reasons for coming, me more so than Vernon or Dudley."
"How often did they have to admit you for them to do so? And – and when did that start?" The brown-haired girl asks shocked and Hari shrugs as he answers: "I think she started when I was 5 or so and she stopped around Christmas when I was – seven, I think. Either six or seven." The girl looks shocked and he says:
"Like I said, Aunt Petunia isn't the worst, but she definitely should not be making some recipes and any recipe that has bacon in it definitely falls under that category. I was actually working longer than usual that day, because I was trying to save what she had almost ruined." And while the boy shakes his head at this, do I read on.

Harry groaned. … he slept.

At this point in the reading is my voice almost quiet enough that I can barely even hear myself anymore, yet the shock that is felt by everyone around me is so tense it makes it hard for me to breath, let alone read and before I know it, has Jaurion's dad stood up and shouted: "Get those Muggles here and get them arrested – NOW!"
But before the Elves that are outside the tent can even move, does Hari stand up and say: "Wait, this happened fourteen years into the future. Those Muggles are awful, but you can't arrest people for something they haven't done." And while I wonder why he doesn't add the word yet to his protest, do I see something.
While Hari is standing right in front of his furious grandfather, the two of them staring each other down, are the youngest male redhead – who I am starting to suspect is a Weasley – and the brown-haired girl from before not looking at the two, but at my future self, who actually has a smile of grateful pride on his face.

Then Mr. Potter sighs and asks: "Merden, could you escort my guards to 1998 and help them arrest those disgusting Muggles?" And to my delight does the Elf answer: "I would be only too delighted to, Sire, yet I believe it more useful if we delay this action until the last book. After all, the more we read, the more evidence we gain."
The King nods, while I slightly hate that both I myself as well as Snape and Malfoy are looking at the elf with proud glee in our smirks and then Adeline snaps her fingers, causing for a large portion of earth to grow from underneath the metallic floor we're all on in the left back corner of the tent before she says:
"This room is made of the strongest earth I could find here on Ariador. Anyone wishing to vent their fury over the wrongdoings of those Mundane Monsters can do so, but my magic can only hold this up if no more than 4 people go in per time. Please understand this." The group nods and instantly Moony and Lupin enter.

Lindilwen looks at Jaurion a little troubled for a moment, but it seems my best friend is too angry at what happened to his son to care for his current bond with the girl as he shrugs at her and then follows our friend and his older self, yet when Lindilwen remains seated, do we all look at her and she says: "I know Remus shouts when angry."
At this I cringe as I have to give her right, having experienced this myself just last year when I made that damned mistake that got me and my friends into just so much trouble and while I try to just ignore that memory, does the girl then ask: "Why aren't you going in?" But instead of looking at me, does she look at my future self.
The man smiles at her for asking this and says: "First of, I know Remus as well as you and I know that Lupin has increased in voice volume over the last few years as we dueled quite a lot in the last year before my own ending just to make sure I didn't get bored – don't ask." We all nod and then the man looks at Hari and says:

"Second, I know my godson. This happened years ago for him and having to relive it just to help us defeat Voldemort now is hard enough for him. I may not have had a lot of time with him – again, don't ask – but I do believe I've been around him long enough to know he doesn't easily share his past unless necessary.
This already goes against so much that he's used to and that he believes in and the only reason he's doing it – with four people who in the future proved he couldn't trust them, I would like to add – is because he cares so much for all of you and – if I know him as well as I think – because he sees this as his way – to find peace."
At this many of those that came with Hari look at the boy in shock, while Hari himself looks at the man with great gratitude in his eyes and smile and Snuffles shrugs as he says: "To then get angry and make it harder for him to find peace with something like this, I don't see the point. I know we'll be hearing loads worse soon enough."
And while the young blonde haired boy who wears a tunic with Hufflepuff colors on it looks at my older self with amazement and shock on his face, do many of those around us who came from the future cringe, as if agreeing with the man, but wishing they didn't have to and then the man continues and says:

"Sure, I'm bloody pissed at those good-for-nothing beasts and they're definitely bad enough that I actually agree with my darling mother when it comes to them –." This in itself is enough to shock me senseless, but then the man goes on and says: "But if my last adventure taught me anything it's to keep a clear head at all times."
And while this makes the youngest male Weasley and the girl with the brown hair smile at my older self, does Hari suddenly get teary-eyed and does he lower his head, the hint of guilt that I can sense coming off of him confusing me as I look at him, but then a voice behind me asks: "Hey, why is no one following us?"
And when we look behind us, do we see Jaurion with his head sticking out of a doorway created out of rocks and grind, but Snuffles says: "Sorry, I'm not repeating myself." And while we all laugh at this easy comment, does Jaurion send him a raised eyebrow before he, Lupin and Remus rejoin us in their seats and I read on.

When he … racing bike.

"They put a racing bike on a table?" Lindilwen asks in disbelieving shock and while Snape shakes his head at hearing this, does Jaurion ask: "What's a racing bike?" The girl glares at him out of instinct, but before the brown-haired girl can do anymore than open her mouth, does Hari beat her to the punch as he says:
"You can compare it to a broom. Muggles use it for easy transport. It's what rides on those pink paths you see build into the roads so many times.""Those two wheeled things where Muggles move their legs in circles, you mean?" Jaurion asks and Hari nods, the girl looking at him shocked as he says: "Those are the accelerators.
The brakes are on the steering wheel. Just a question, what's the most common used racing broom right now?" And when Jaurion answers: "The Nimbus 500." Does a smile of reminiscence strangely enough cross Hari's face before he says: "Just compare a racing bike to that and you got practically the same thing."

By now a smile of interest is on Jaurion's face and then I see his parents share a happy smile with each other before his dad says: "You know, Jaurion, we Elves may have to hide ourselves from Muggles and Magicals alike, but we certainly know how to provide for anyone who decides to move to the other world."
We all look at the man and he shrugs as he says: "It's tradition that every country in the Elven world has shares, stocks and partner or ownership of at least one historical, one recent and one possible future Muggle and Magical product and/or company and Ariador has been in ownership of the Bike production since its creation."

This seems to shock Malfoy more than anyone else around me and then, as if knowing she will cause us severe shock, does Jaurion's mum smirk as she says: "And as his wife, have I been in control of Hendros' finances ever since our marriage. And I am happy to tell you that we earn several millions a year – from that production alone."
By now Malfoy looks as if he's just been told that Muggles will kill Voldemort and while I work very hard not to laugh at how stupid the blonde looks, do the redheads, who I can only assume are all Weasleys, also look really shocked and then Hari asks them: "How do you think the Muggle world survives without income?"
Causing for Malfoy to look at him with a gaze that tells me the blonde just wants to hit himself over the head, yet Hari only shrugs at the man as he says: "We have Nimbus, Madam Mallekin and Ollivander's, they have Microsoft, Woolworths and the DeLorean Motor Company." The blonde nods and I read on.

Exactly why … very fast.

"Always has been, always will be." The young redhead, who is actually a year older than me I now realize, then says with pride and while Hari rolls his eyes at this, do the twins nod and one of them says: "If there's one thing you don't want." And the other goes on: "It's to be hit with Hari's quick spellwork." Making me smile as I read.

Perhaps it … he was.

"How is that even right? Surely we left it in our wills that whoever had to raise Harry was to have access to our vaults or at least get a monthly stipend or something." Jaurion says in outrage, but then, as if he just doesn't care at all, does Hari ask: "Where do you think those gifts came from?" Jaurion looks shocked and I read on.

Harry had … green eyes.

At this the boy looks down at his elbow, making me know that he too had such a rosary to hide his looks before he asks: "Wait, if my father never knew he was Elven and my grandparents died before my birth, then how did I end up with that rosary in the first place?" The others look shocked, yet no one seems to know and I read on.

He wore … of lightning.

At this, while most of those that travelled with Hari now look at him shocked, does the boy have his face down and do his eyes turn dark while he lets a single finger run down the same scar, which is quite well hidden under his long hair, but then I turn back to the book and my eyes widen before I read the next part through gritted teeth.

He had … had said.

This one sentence. These seven simple words written on paper make it so that the anger that had been felt into the room earlier feels like a simple tantrum thrown by a five year old compared to the almost air-deprivation caused by the anger that is now surging through the tent, but then suddenly Mr. Potter stands up and shouts:
"JAURION! I know you're angry, but choking us with your powers won't solve this problem! Stop it! CONTROL YOURSELF!" And instantly the teenager leaves for the grind and stone created chamber, the air around us becoming more free and able to be sucked into our lunges the minute he closes the door behind him.
All of us gasp for air and while Snape wants to make a comment, does the brown-haired girl say: "Forget it, we both know you would have been the same had it been Princess Lindilwen who we were reading about." And while the teenager turns white, obviously wanting to know how she knows that, does she also silence him.

Yet while Lindilwen herself looks at her one-time friend in clear shock, her eyes proving that she never considered him getting angry over something like this happening to her and then the youngest Weasley says: "In a way we are, so he really should be just as angry as Jaurion, right? I mean, it is them both we're now reading about."
And while his friend gives him right, does Hari sigh and say: "Trust me, sometime between this chapter and the next few, this event is going to get even worse." We all look at him, his face pretty much made out of stone and he says: "Let's just say she was none too kindly when she finally told me the actual truth."
And while this does nothing to lighten our moods, do I then quickly page through the book, feeling a little relieved before I say: "Well, we'll have some time to prepare for that. The revelation is actually two chapters after this one –." I then look at Harry with a raised eyebrow and say: "And it's about Hagrid, care to explain."
Yet while some of those around me now look very intrigued, does Hari just shrug and say: "I turned eleven, need I say more." And while I can tell that both Malfoy and Peter wish to confirm this, can I already tell that the boy won't spill anymore secrets and after a more calmed down Jaurion retakes his seat, do I read on.

"And don't … the Dursleys.

At this Hari rolls his eyes and says: "A quiet life. Yeah, I pretty much lost every chance for that after my fourth, Dursley or no Dursley." And while everyone, even the Hufflepuff, share agreeing nods with sadness and pain visible on their visages, does this make my friends and I share greatly worried glances before I read on.

Uncle Vernon … a haircut.

At this, while he seems to instinctively move his hair out of his face, does Hari ask: "That, now that I know that these are our actual looks, is something I really don't understand. Why do our glamours make us have such untamable hair?" To this, while several others now also look at Mr. Potter in curiosity, does the man say:
"Well, you know kiddo. It's not just our family that has made great name in the other world. There are plenty of other Elves who live in other parts of the world – or even England – and who have made name for themselves and who can, by their Elven brethren, be recognized by certain looks or recognizable features.
Our ancestors chose wild, untamable hair because the best thing of our kingdom is the wild nature that we, through our people, can both learn to tame and to live with at the same time. We look graceful and elegant, yet we are very much wild and strong of nature – and always born with a special kind of power or ability."

This makes everyone who had looked at the man in intrigue now smile widely at him and the first thing I notice is how Hari's green eyes are shining brighter than the emerald gems they represent, proving me that, because his parents were lost to him much too soon, he never got the chance to learn any of this.
This, while it definitely hurts me to think about the boy growing up like that, also makes me turn a questioning eye on Lupin and Snuffles, wondering why either of them, especially Lupin as I know that my older self died before his time, never set their godson and pack cub down and did something like this. And with that, do I read on.

Harry must … a wig.

This makes a lot of us snort or hold back on laughter, but then the red-haired woman does something I just don't understand as she turns on Hari and says: "Hari Jaurion Potter." But Hari looks away from her and says: "I have parents now, Mrs. Weasley, so leave me be." The woman looks at the boy in shock and I read on.

Harry put … last year."

"Excuse me?" Everyone shouts in shock and the young Weasley asks: "Not even me and my siblings get that much gifts throughout the entire year. How can he complain about getting that many just for his birthday? How selfish is this kid?" And Hari answers: "Very, until my 5th, that is." And this makes me read on, feeling curious.

"Darling, you … thirty… thirty…"

"Wait, didn't this chapter start stating that ten years had passed? How can that boy not add 2 to 37 at age eleven?" The brown-haired girl asks in shock and Hari's answer confuses me slightly, yet not her as he says: "He can't because he was spoiled by his parents and because he has dyslexia." The girl nods and I read on, still curious.

"Thirty-nine, sweetums," … a VCR.

"What? He gets all that just for his birthday? How much money is in that stipend anyway?" Lindilwen asks, her shock at how much all of this making me know that most of this stuff must be pretty expensive and then Mr. Potter asks: "Lindilwen, how much in pounds do you believe all that to be worth together?"
"A good couple hundred, if not at least a thousand, Sire. Definitely between 5 hundred and a thousand pounds." To this the man nods and says: "One Galleon, my dear, is worth 5 pounds and 55 pennies. So that all together – if it did indeed cost a solid 1.000 pounds, would have only been 200 Galleons, which isn't even a dent."
The girl looks shocked and then Mrs. Potter smiles at her and says: "What you have to understand, dear, is that – and we base this solely on Hari being here – when you do marry our son, you too will be entitled to our entire fortune. And just the Potter fortune at the Magical world has a yearly income of 4.386.720 Galleons."

At this both the mouths of the young redhead as well as all the teenagers from the future drop as if they are ready to fall off and the fact that even Hari joins in on this makes me worried for him and what he does and does not know about his inheritance. "More importantly, who was in control of it in his time."
I then think and then Jaurion says: "I knew we were rich, but 4 Million a year? Wow, that blows even me away." Yet his tone implies otherwise and Lindilwen snaps: "You sure don't sound like you're shocked." To which the boy shrugs and says: "I may have never known how rich, but I always grew up knowing we were rich."
To this the girl sighs, having to give my best friend right and then Hari, constantly looking at the red-head that is his age and who he apparently considers his best friend, asks: "Grandfather, you said the Potter fortune in the Magical world. Does that mean –." And when the King nods, does Hari gulp and tentatively ask:

"How much more?" And the man, who seems to catch onto the constant glances his grandson throws at the Weasley, glances at the ginger himself in intrigue before he says: "Our kingdom is great with trades and there are various products back in our hometown that the other countries can't grow or create, so we make them for them.
That alone makes it so that we earn about 2 Million more in Elven money on a yearly base than we do in Galleons. And 1 Galleon is worth 2 Clover, which is the name our ancestors gave the currency for all of Ariador." By now Hari looks ready to sag down like a doll without stuffing and while I barely believe it myself, do I read on.

He was … ever owned.

"Wow, did she really do that every visit?" The brown-haired girl asks and Hari nods before he says: "Yeah, and she only got like a new one maybe every 2 to 3 years, so I was forced to see at least 80 of the same pictures for 2 years straight.""She had that many cats?" I ask, flabbergasted that such a thing is possible, but Hari says:
"No, she had 8 cats, but she had 5 pictures of at least every cat. And no, I don't mean 5 pictures depicting the years it lived, I mean 5 pictures of the cat as a kitten and 5 pictures of the cat as an adult, making it so I had to watch between the 40 and 80 pictures, that only changed every 2 years almost once every 2 months for years."

At this many of us shake our heads, all of us feeling really bad for the poor lad and the life he had as a teen, but then the woman named Mrs. Weasley says: "Hari, stop it. You –.""Are you really that deaf? He had to see the same 80 pictures for 2 years straight several years in a row. How can you tell him not to complain about that?"
To the shock of practically everyone in the room who came with Hari from the future is it actually Peter who had stood up to say this and while the red-haired woman looks as if she just got told that all her sons are actually girls, do I see Hari and Ron share a smile that almost screams We told them so before I quickly read on.

"Now what?" … Tufty again.

"And those would be the pictures where she would gush over for a good 3 hours straight – without even starting on the pictures of all her other cats, sometimes even both old and new." Hari then mutters and while more and more of us shake our heads at how awful it must have been for him as a kid, do I then read on.

"We could … Vernon suggested.

"Yeah, and send me to the Lestranges while you're at it." Hari then growls and while I look at him shocked for using that idiot cousin of mine in his insult, do I see the woman that just got snapped at smirk as if proud of something, but I seem to be the only one noticing and because I just don't want to know, do I read on.

"Don't be … friend – Yvonne?"

This name, strangely enough, makes Lindilwen shudder as if fearing it and this draws all our attention, making me halt in the reading and when Lindilwen notices how she has all our attention, does she shake her head violently and whisper: "Don't ask, just – just don't." And out of respect for her request, do I just read on.

"On vacation … she snarled.

"I'm not Dudley." Hari then growls, his eyes proving that he takes the trembling state his mother was in earlier very serious and while I wonder how long it will take for mother and son to grow close enough together for Lindilwen to confide in Hari, do Hari's friends nod at him with pride in their smiles and do I read on.

"I won't … the car…"

"That's illegal! You can get arrested for doing that to a dog! How could she even think of doing it to her own nephew!" The brown-haired girl shouts in pure rage and shock and Hari says: "Hermione, Petunia didn't acknowledge me as her nephew – until we all left Privet Drive." And while the girl fumes at this, do I read on.

"That car's … it alone…"

"He actually cares more for some lame vehicle than he does for his own FAMILY?" Mr. Potter shouts in unadulterated rage and while this actually makes the very earth under us all tremble as if the whole tower is about to explode under our feet, does something happen that seems to be completely out of instinct as Hari starts to sing.
No words or beat, just a pure sound with musical tone added to the sound comes from the boy's throat and while it fills the tent, do I feel some kind of magic attached to the very tune, one that gently seeps into my skin and seems to travel through my veins into my heart, where it touches and calms down the raging fury within me.
Hari himself has his eyes closed and his arms wrapped around him and while shocked that the boy can sing so beautifully while looking so scared for his grandfather, do I, along with everyone else, take a deep sigh of relaxation as I feel as if there is just no more anger or hatred for anyone in my heart, as if Hari's song took it all out of me.
Hari keeps his little song going for some more time before he stops and the first thing he does after he stops, is peek into the room through a single eye, a hidden sense of fear showing through that one eye that instantly makes Mrs. Potter and Jaurion rush for their son and grandson and the both of them take him in a hug just like before.

"That was beautiful, little one. I am so proud of you." Mrs. Potter softly coos at the boy and the rest of us nod, even Snape and Malfoy, who seem to have, somehow, lost all of the dark evilness that I always seemed to have seen in them whenever coming across them back at Hogwarts, which in itself amazes me.
"I – I was just – just so done with – with everyone getting angry over – over those useless Muggles and – and grandpa's power scared me and – and I just did the first thing I thought of and – and that was Merden telling me I was a Music elf, so – sorry?" He ends in a very tiny voice, but Jaurion shakes his head and says:
"You shouldn't be the one apologizing, little fawn. We should." And his mother nods in agreement before she says: "Snuffles was right, Hari dear. You're sacrificing enough of yourself as it is with this reading and this is supposed to help you and we're not helping it one bit constantly getting angry every few paragraphs.
We should just remember to use the stone and grind room whenever our emotions get the better of us and it should just become a rule from now on that if someone uses that room that the rest of us just continue the reading." And after everyone else nods in agreement and while the two of them keep close to the boy, do I read on.

Dudley began … he wanted.

At this many of us shake our heads, but no one in the room comments, all of us keeping to the rule just set up by Mrs. Potter and while I can easily tell by the look on Mr. Potter's face that he feels terrible for having scared his grandson, can I also tell that Hari takes great comfort from having his family close and with that I read on.

"Dinky Duddydums … his mother.

This, for some reason, makes Peter actually look a little worried, his frown making me wonder what he could know about this new character, yet after reading the name again, do I suddenly see what he must have realized. "They share the first letter of their first and last name." And while this fact shocks me, do I read on.

Piers was … at once.

This makes Ron snort and he says: "Some friend that is. Guess they're not friends anymore, are they?" But Hari shrugs and says: "They still were when I had my summer holiday before sixth. Didn't hang with Dudley enough last summer to find out. Didn't feel the need." His friend nods at hearing this and I read on.

Half an … his life.

"Damn, this makes me wish I had invited you and my brothers over for Christmas that year." One of the other Weasleys then says and when Jaurion asks why, does the boy make me feel amazed as he says: "I work for a Dragon reserve back in Romania. Or at least, I do in my time. Will that even exist once we finish reading?"
But Merden shakes his head and says: "By saving our King and Queen on the day they were supposed to be murdered did Adeline and I bring an official end to your timeline. It and all those who resided in it no longer exist, only in your memories and these books." This shocks everyone in the room and then the youngest of them asks:

"What – what – what about my brother? What about Dennis?" Yet Merden smiles at him and says: "Your birth was destined as was your soul being saved from death, young Colin. As such, because Dennis is most important to you regarding your past, will your desire to live with him make him be reborn when it is his time."
"Wait, reborn? Reborn how?" Hermione asks and Adeline says: "He won't be a soul reborn with memories and abilities, if that is what you believe. It is more that his birth is a guarantee to happen, because Colin is now destined to live alongside him as his brother a second time, thus Time Elves call it a rebirth."
The girl nods and Ginny asks: "So all those we know who aren't here and who haven't been born before now, if they're important to us they will be born again?" Merden nods and Adeline says: "But only one soul for each of you. So only one person you care deeply enough for shall be reborn." And with that, do I read on.

His aunt … until Christmas."

"When was this anyway?" Hermione asks, her voice filled with suspicion and anger and Hari answers: "End of June. Two weeks before the summer hols started." Yet while this angers the girl, obviously because of the uncle's comment, can I not help but feel as if Hari mentioned the summer hols for a reason and read on.

"I'm not … ever did.

This, for some strange reason, makes practically everyone in the room who's from the future, bar the Hufflepuff boy, cringe and lower their heads in defeat and when we all look around is the Hufflepuff the first to ask the question that is on all of our minds: "What happened? Why all the sad faces, guys?" And Hari's answer is:
"Fifth year. Trust me, you can be glad the Tournament – well, never mind." Yet while his voice had sounded warm and loving while he sung, does it now sound nearly dead, making his dad and grandma again hug him, while Lindilwen seems like she is actually fighting herself over something and then the Hufflepuff asks:
"What happened? I mean, you got away from that strange graveyard, right? What – what happened after that?" And while her voice sounds both dead with sadness and alight with anger, does Hermione growl: "Let me give you a little hint, Cedric. The whole world basically called Hari – the cause of you having been murdered."

To this the Hufflepuff looks stunned for only a second before he jumps up and shouts: "THEY CALLED HIM WHAT?""Cedric! Shut it!" Jaurion then shouts and when we all look at him, do we see the black-haired teen glare at his Year mate while holding a trembling Hari close against him, the poor boy trembling in fear.
Cedric's anger dissipates at seeing this and he sags down, his face a mask of guilt as he looks at the boy who, at one point, must have been three years younger than him and while Jaurion glares at him for a second longer, does he then focus back on his son and while he whispers sweet nothings to the boy, do I softly continue reading.

The problem … taped glasses.

This alone angers all of us and makes Jaurion pull Hari even closer, his arms tightening around his son's form while Mr. and Mrs. Potter look at their grandson with pain in their eyes, obviously hurt that the boy had to go through something so painful and humiliating and while I hate Hari's past with each word read, do I still read on.

Next morning … it off.

"It must have been the rosary." Mrs. Potter says softly and when we all look at her, does she say: "The rosary magically makes any kind of physical appearance regrow in order to make sure it can keep up the actual glamour. It must have felt its own magic weakening and because it is made out of nature, did it regrow Hari's hair."
This makes a small smile appear on Hari's face and then, obviously to lighten the mood, does he ask: "So, if it were to happen now that my rosary is off –." But then the young Malfoy shocks us as he has been quiet the entire time since we arrived, yet his voice sounds colder than the dark arts I believe his father uses as he says:
"That's not going to happen." And we all turn to the blonde, most of us with eyes wide with shock, yet the boy seems uncaring for this as he says: "That attack on your hair was cruel and dangerous, seeing the kind of scissors that she used. She could have caused you several bleedings and scars. It should never happen again."
Yet while most of us nod at the boy in agreement, can I not help but feel as if the boy has an ulterior motive, probably because he seems to sit so far away from the rest of those he came with and still spoke with such anger and strength in his tone when defending Hari and while wondering this contradiction, do I read on.

He had … puff balls).

This alone is enough to make a general shudder run through the room and the anger that had risen around us a little at hearing that Hari had been punished for doing Accidental magic gets washed away with the shudder, before Jaurion says: "You know, I don't recall my first bout of magic being as strong as Hari's."
To which Snuffles, my older self, smiles and says: "That wasn't even his first bout, Jaurion. His first bout was when he was five months old." We all look at him, some of us shocked to hear that Hari did magic at that young an age and Snuffles nods, while Lupin smiles at him with love, proving he recalls this as well before the man says:

"I had just visited you both in your new place, you had decided to go move here so you could lock off all the Manors and whatnot for the sake of the war, and Hari had become really close to me since he was born, yet Lindilwen had send me away because she believed it Hari's bedtime and Hari, being Jaurion's son, disagreed.
Yet I agreed on it, so I waved her goodbye, gave Jaurion a hug and held Hari close before giving him back to his mum, yet when I wanted to leave the house, was the door suddenly locked." Everyone looks shocked and Lupin smiles as he says: "I remember that. I came to check out what you meant and the door just opened.
But then you tried and it stayed locked again. Man, were we confused that day." At this many of those around me laugh and Hermione asks: "How did you find out it was Hari?" And the answer makes even me laugh as Snuffles says: "Lindilwen took Hari out of the hallway and boom, I got to open the door no problem."
At this, while Hari now resembles the hair of his friends with how red he is, does the boy still find it in himself to laugh along with everyone else and Snuffles happily moves over to take Jaurion's place, hugging the lad close to his side and whispering something sweet and soft in his hair before we all calm down and I read on.

The harder … school kitchens.

"Wait, on the where now?" Hermione asks in shock and while the others share her shock, do I read ahead and my eyes widen before I say: "If we didn't just get evidence shown to us that Hari is a Music Elf, then this would have convinced me he was a Wind Elf." And under everyone's curious gaze, do I read on.

Dudley's gang … in mid-jump.

"It's Jaurion." Mr. Potter then suddenly gasps and we all look at him as he says: "The soul of an Elf, when said Elf doesn't die in Ariador, becomes a power that protects whoever they were closest to before their death for at least ten years. After this they become the very element that they can control throughout their life."
This amazes me and I say: "And Jaurion is a Wind Elf, so because he was in the same house as Hari when he died, did he become part of the wind and did he save his son from being bullied like that." And while Hari looks at his father with great gratitude shining in his eyes and gets a proud smile returned to him, do I read on.

But today … DON'T FLY!"

"At this I roll my eyes and mutter: "Remind me to, one day in the future, get myself that motorcycle written about and to fly it around the idiot's cell when I can." And while Remus and Peter smirk at this and Hari sends me a grateful smile, knowing I want to do it to get back at the man for him, does Jaurion nod and do I read on.

Dudley and … the first.

"Is he actually serious? Knickerbocker glories are usually made big enough to be shared and he actually complains about one having not enough ice-cream?" Hermione asks shocked and when Hari retorts: "Remember the amount of presents?" Does the girl huff, while the rest of us have to give the boy right and I read on.

Harry felt … reptile house.

And just by those last two words, for some strange reason, do Snuffles, Lupin, Hari, Hermione and Ron all whiten, their eyes flicking over me, Remus and Jaurion and while I wonder what their problem could be, do I see Hari move a little closer against Snuffles, while his friends move closer to his seat and I read on.

It was … all cages.

"In other words, they were the stereotype tourists that visit zoos and amusement parks and then complain when they get kicked out for breaking the rules." Hermione growls, while – unbeknownst to some of those around me – she too moves just that little bit closer to Hari, as if forming a wall around him and I read on.

Dudley quickly … fast asleep.

By now Snape and Malfoy have also been shooting glances at me and Jaurion, their looks clearly proving that they are expecting the both of us to make some hurtful or derogative comment about their mascots, yet while I know that Jaurion's real persona is quite unlike his mask, am I too curious about my surroundings to care.
And the one thing I am most curious about, something that by now Lucius, Mrs. Potter and Remus have also noticed, is that Ron, his younger sister, Hermione, Snuffles and Lupin have silently moved from where they sat before and that they are now sat with Hari in such a way they almost block him from my and Jaurion's view.
The young man himself, my best friend, has yet to really notice this as he seems too focused on my reading to really pay attention to his newfound son, yet Mrs. Potter has noticed and there is a clear sign of worry showing on her face as she looks at the almost protective circle surrounding her grandson as I read on.

Dudley stood … the house.

"You actually believed that?" Peter asks in shock and Hari shrugs, this barely visible to me because of how Snuffles sits between us and he says: "I was used to only the Dursleys and their way of living. Until Hogwarts, I never had any other family to compare mine to, so I didn't realize how wrong my situation was."
"But you did know it was bad, didn't you?" Lindilwen asks and Hari smiles as he says: "Seeing that the only other kind of parenting that I could compare it to was Dudley's pampering, yeah, I did know that. But I always hated Dudley for his bullying as well and, as the last few years progressed, have I come to be thankful.
"THANKFUL?" Lucius is the one to shout in clear disbelief and Hari shrugs as he says: "Yeah, I'd rather be me than be like Big D. I may not have had the best of lives, but I came out the better man, so I'm not too angry, really." And while the blonde keeps looking at my one-year older godson with shocked eyes, do I read on.

The snake … It winked.

"Wait, it what?" Jaurion asks in shock and finally I understand. Finally I get why the group had gone to sit around Hari as if wanting to protect him. I turn to the boy himself, seeing the tentative looks of protective anger that are shown on the faces of those around him and then whisper the three deciding words: "You're a Parsletongue."
Hari nods and instantly all protective glances are shot at me and Hari's dad, but then I smile and say: "Don't worry, I couldn't care less." Turning the protective anger that is aimed my way into shock and I say: "And neither does Jaurion, not really." And while they stay shocked, does Jaurion nod at my words and do I read on.

Harry stared … to Brazil?"

"You're having a full conversation with a snake and you didn't think anything of it?" Remus asks, clear amusement sounding through his voice while Jaurion is now looking at his son with pride that seems to still astonish those around the boy and Hari says: "I slept in a cupboard filled with spiders. Snakes just didn't scare me, so –."
The blonde nods at this and then Ron says: "Besides, Hari told us of this event and according to him, he didn't even know he was speaking another language. It took him years before he realized it was Parsletongue.""Then it's not." Mr. Potter suddenly says and when we all look at him, does he continue and say:

"Music Elves, at young age, chose a certain tune, song or language, on which they harness their skills. Some of them do it by personal choice, others do it by instinct. Hari's must have been Beast Speaking and it must have come from sleeping with those spiders. He must have trained it on them and then transferred it to the snake.
But because he was so young, did he just believe that he was speaking English and that he was simply training the spiders like one would train a new-born puppy and because of that did the Beast-Speaking become an instinctual language to Hari, thus making it take him time before he recognized the differences in tune and sound."
The others look shocked and then Hari says: "You know, that does make sense. I mean, by the time I had learned to speak full sentences and all that, did I start practicing it on the spiders and the more I practiced, the more they came back, but they also usually kept their distance and kept to their corners when I went to sleep.
Though that did take a few years, so – yeah, I guess that really is how it all happened. Because I was alone for so long while training my ability, did I never have anyone telling me that I wasn't speaking English, at least not until my Second." And while many of us are shocked that the lad had something like this happen, do I read on.

As the … had vanished.

"Wow, that is some strong accidental magic." Mr. Potter says, smiling with great pride and he says: "I'm guessing it's because Hari started showing his magic before turning one. Usually when that happens, does a core become twice as long as normal once they turn 11 years old." This shocks a few people around me and Hermione asks:
"Really, how is that possible?" And the man answers: "It's mostly because infants are more well-known for using their instincts than their brains, so their cores become a part of their character and the more this grows, the stronger their cores grow." This makes the girl smile at her best friend, Hari a little red at this and I read on.

The great … Thanksss, amigo."

"Well, how do you like that, Potter. The snake actually had a decent character. Must be quite the shock for you." Snape then suddenly says, yet while some of the time-travelers glare at the boy, does Jaurion just raise his eyebrow at the boy and ask: "Who's insulting who here?" Making Snape turn red before I read on, shaking my head.

The keeper … glass go?"

At this, for some reason, does Hari actually smile at the blonde haired girl that is my age and who came with him, yet who has been a bit of silent support to him this entire time and he says: "Into nothing, that is to say into everything, right Luna?" And while Luna giggles and his friends look at him weirdly, do I read on.

The zoo … large brandy.

"Wait, no meals?" Mr. Potter suddenly asks, his face white with shock and then he turns to Merden and says: "Call for Herderian, NOW!" And the Elf instantly dashes out of the tent, the rest of us looking at the man in shock as he sounded frantic enough to make me feel very scared for my slightly older godson and the man says:
"Hari, any Elf that is strong with magic and who has a core grown together with his character has one vital weakness that can, on the long run, become very dangerous for them. If they don't get enough nutrition or vitamins to healthily survive even a single day, their magic could become one with their actual body instead of their person.
The reason this is dangerous is because – well – wit Elves it – it can change them, not into mages like it does with regular witches and wizards, but into actual forms of magic. And I don't mean like a vampire or a werewolf – I mean a form of magic – like a Patronus." And this last bit, spoken quietly, shocks us all.

The man then sends his grandson a strong, searching look and asks: "Hari, can you cast a Patronus charm?" And while Hari looks whiter than the snow on Hogwarts grounds during winter, does he nod and mutter: "Since – since – since the end of – of my – my third year. Pr-pr-professor Lupin taught me. He – he – he had to."
And while I wonder what on earth could have made my friend feel compelled to teach a thirteen year old such a powerful charm, does the answer make Mr. Potter look even more worried and he asks: "And have you used it frequently since?" But Hari shakes his head, making me feel greatly relieved and he says:
"I've only used it three times since. Did try and fail a few times during my Seventh, long story, and during one of the three times it wasn't even needed as my Boggart is a Dementor and I encountered one that time, but else no. I've only used the Patronus five times since I started learning it." Which makes his grandpa sigh in relief.

Then Merden comes back and with him does a man, who is obviously Elven thanks to his complexion and his pointed ears, yet unlike all the other Elves I have met so far, does this one have very short hair that only reaches just under the tip of his ears and which is spiked, while a pair of crystal shaped glasses are in front of his dark pink eyes.
The Elf, like his brethren, bows to Mr. and Mrs. Potter and the King stands up as he says: "Merden informed you of his most recent visitor?" The Elf nods and the king says: "My grandson has been brought to my time, yet he has been discovered to be a Character Wizard who has been raised by Muggles that are willing to starve him.
Please check him to see if his magic is at the stage we Elves must always fear and be worried of." The Elf nods and then turns to the boy in question, bowing to him as well before he says: "Please, your Highness. Lie yourself down on either your back or front so I may scan for how your magic courses through your person."

Hari nods, while the others look on worried and while his friends, Snuffles and Jaurion go to sit near the lying boy, do they still make room for the Elf to move around their friend, godson and son and while the man's hand turns dark brown with white sparkles singing off his skin does he make it move all over the boy's form.
"Sire, is – is Herderian a Water Elf?" Hermione then asks, but Mr. Potter shakes his head and says: "Herderian is a rare form of a Guardian Elf, one who is capable of not protecting one against dangerous foes, but against one's self. This allows him to heal physical, mental and even magical ailments, whether self-inflicted or not."

This seems to shock the girl while it amazes me and then Herderian stops and says: "Your Highness, you have no need to worry. It would seem that, because the young prince has many powerful character traits and has a lot of inner experience with several arts of magic, has the state we fear not occurred within him."
This makes the king sigh in relief, but then Hari asks: "What do you mean, several arts of magic? I mean, I'm a good flyer and I definitely have a lot of experience with Defense Against the Dark Arts, but – but else, I'm – just Hari, really." But his Healing Elf seems not to believe this as he smiles at the boy and ask:
"And while growing in your Self Defensive arts and skills, did this involve any other form of magic that you had to use to become stronger?" And while Hari's eyes widen, proving that this is indeed true, does the Elf only nod, proving he understands the boy's shock before he says: "There is nothing to worry over, Sire, he's perfectly healthy."

The King nods and with a final bow does the Elf take his leave, the king sighing in great relief and his son smiling at him as he says: "Thanks for that one, dad." And the man nods before he says: "I will not have anything endanger my family, son, not if I can help it. Also, now that this is taken care of, do I sure feel curious over something."
We all look at the man, who's tone has lightened as he spoke and he turns to Hari as he asks: "What exactly made it so that you and Re – I mean, Lupin felt it necessary for you to learn the Patronus spell at age thirteen." And while we all look the boy, does he say: "I met Snuffles." And just that answer makes me read on, really curious.

Harry lay … his forehead.

This shocks me senseless, the fact that the story speaks of a bright green light making me feel hollow with fear and shock and Snape is the one to speak what all of us know and fear as he almost hisses in fear: "The Killing Curse. Potter Junior survived the Killing Curse." And while Hari nods with his head down, do I read on, gasping.

This, he … at all.

This James seems to take as a personal blow to him as he cringes before looking at his son with longing in his eyes, yet Lindilwen, while also cringing at hearing this, seems to again for some reason be fighting herself about something and while I wonder what could cause the girl such personal hardship, do I read on.

His aunt … were, too.

Hearing this seems to put Lupin as well as Cedric and Arthur on edge and Lupin asks: "How is that even possible? I couldn't even get Albus to give me the address when I used my special bond with Hari in an oath, so how did they find it?" Yet none of the others, who all look worried, seem to have the answer and I read on.

A tiny … buying anything.

Instantly we all have our answer and Lupin slaps himself on the head as he says: "Of course Fillius would know where Petunia lives. He must have guessed it from Albus and went there to check if he was right before telling whoever he thought he could trust. Wait, why didn't he tell me?" And while I wonder this myself, do I read on.

A wild-looking … a word.

This makes the older werewolf sigh in relief and then Peter asks: "Why were all of you so worried?" And Lupin answers: "Hari's address was not supposed to be known to anyone but Albus, Hagrid and Minerva. Plus, even after the war, not all of our enemies had been brought to justice." And with that worrying statement, do I read on.

The weirdest … Dudley's gang.

This makes Snape and Malfoy glare at Jaurion and me, but I ignore the two of them and sigh in and out as the chapter's content had been pretty hard to read about, yet the events that took during the reading have felt even more draining and I ask: "How about we read until Hari reaches Hogwarts and then stop?"
And while most of those around me nod, does Hermione then suddenly look up shocked and ask: "Wait – where are we going to sleep?" And instantly I feel like hitting myself on the head, but then Adeline stands up and says: "I'll return to the Kingdom and make sure that a set of carriages will pick us up an hour before sunset."
We all smile and nod at the woman and before she exits the tent does Merden softly grab her hand and strongly tells her: "Be careful. Come back safe." And while the female elf smiles at her partner with great care, does she nod before leaving, which in return makes Merden victim of suggestive smirks aimed at him by the Weasley twins.

And that's that!
I know some parts you probably expected certain reactions, yet while I know that some of the parts of the books practically demand a response from its readers, do I want to make sure that this does not become like every other CR story you have ever read before and not responding to cliché book parts is one way to do so.
Now, this story will slowly but surely develop when it comes to characters and I can already give you a few hints: 1. Lindilwen won't instantly accept Hari as her son as she is too stubborn to accept Jaurion. 2. Draco feels he doesn't deserve Hari, but they will get together. 3. Sirius, Remus, Lupin and Snuffles will end up as pairs.
Also, I have a little something that I have to admit that I feel a little embarrassed about: From the point where the reading started until the part where the cupboard was revealed, did I actually write down the Potter names as their Earthen names as I forgot that they had name changes, yet I fixed it when I noticed this.
Whoopsie, hihi,

Venquine1990