Hey everyone,
So the final chapter of PS/SS might be in this chapter, but it also might not. I am definitely going to focus on what is going on inside Hari's room at first, but I am not entirely sure how long that is going to take, as in how many pages that will cover. If it covers enough, The Man With Two Faces will come next month.
If not, this month,
Venquine1990
PS. Inspiration comes from Leonette, check out their stories.
26th of December 1976
Hari's Room, Ariador
Snuffles' POV
Hari has been sitting in my lap with a dead look of horror and guilt for some time now and while I really just want him to finally forgive himself, do I know that just letting him get to that point is the better option. Yet it still tears at my heart to see him like this, seventeen years old and looking smaller than a nine year old child.
I really just want to say something, anything, to comfort or reassure him, but I know that talking won't help, that right now he just needs my presence to know that I am here. Having him start all this, I just feel sure, will help my poor little guy get closure with what happened on the night Merden saved me from being killed.
"Killed by my crazy cousin, not my poor godson." I think to myself, only to suddenly hear Hari ask: "Do you think that Merden didn't mean that night?" Which confuses me and he says: "It's just – Merden doesn't seem like the kind of Elf that would be tactless with his words like that. do you think I misunderstood him?"
"Then what do you think he was talking about?" I ask, part of me wishing we could go further on Hari getting closure over my near-death, but feeling glad nonetheless that he is vocal again and the boy mumbles: "The night that prophesy was made?" And while he sounds unsure himself, do I mutter: "That sounds plausible.
It definitely sounds more like something Merden would do." Hari nods at this and I pull him a little closer as I say: "Besides, I can definitely see a Time Elf like Merden considering something like a prophesy to be a mistake. And considering what this one caused, I can also agree with him that it should have never been created."
Hari nods at this and then mutters: "Is it wrong that I take more comfort out of you than out of mum or dad?" But to this I shake my head and say: "Jaurion is definitely becoming everything I knew him to be and I can definitely see Lindilwen growing into the woman Lily was when she died, but – you don't know them that well, yet."
Hari nods at this, but then looks up at me and asks: "Lily?" And I shrug as I say: "Sorry pup, but I think that these two are still going to become different from how I remember them, at least in the years to come. Lindilwen just isn't Lily to me and Jaurion just isn't James to me. And yes, I do know what made me start to think like this."
Hari looks at me intrigued and I sigh as I say: "I don't want to crush your hopes, pup, but it was the death of your grandparents that pushed James down a gut that only Lily was able to pull him out of. Not even Remy, that rat or I could get him out of it. Now I don't think these two might not get together, but –." Here I stop and Hari says:
"It will happen for different reasons." Making me smile at him before I say: "Now I will also admit that it was the uncertainty and craziness of the war that pushed your parents even closer together, but like you said, there will always be different reasons that can get Jaurion and Lindilwen to get together, even in this timeline.
And to be honest, Jaurion's promise to treat Lindilwen like the princess she always dreamed to be, I wouldn't be surprised if that becomes the promise that brings them together. And personally I like that much more than losing Hendros and Amyna, don't you?" And Hari nods his head vigorously, making me smile at him as I say:
"Speaking of your grandparents, what do you think that your grandma meant when she told your grandfather they needed to talk before meeting with the other kingdoms?" To which Hari says: "Considering she winked at Mrs. Weasley as she said it, I can only assume she has a plan that will keep us safe and out of the war."
At which I pull him close as I know that was what caused the problems the last time we were up here and Hari asks: "Snuffles, please tell me I'm not the only one who thinks the Elves have a better chance fighting the – Voldemort than the Order does." To which I pull him closer, offering him support as I say:
"Considering what I saw the Guard Elves look like so far, I think even Alastor would make that claim, pup." Making Hari smile relieved and he asks: "So, how many lives do you think we'll safe if Grandma convinces – wait, isn't that against the Aradorian law? I mean, Elves aren't allowed in worlds that are terrorized by war, right?"
To which I shrug and say: "Considering that your family has that right regardless, I think if they were to lead the Elves into the war area, it would be considered an exception to the rule, really." At this Hari nods, but then he sighs and says: "Snuffles, duel me." Which really shocks me and makes me look at him as he says:
"I need it, Snuffles. I did it with Ron and Hermione practically every day after the war ended. It was my way to relieve myself of the stress and pain I was feeling. Please, duel me." At which I grimace but nod and we get off the bed. We move over to the large open section of his room and both pull our wands out at the same time.
And while I try my hardest not to see my godson but Bella, Rodolphus, Voldemort or even Snape, does Hari seem to have no trouble with that at all. His eyes turn hard, his stance straight and tense with focus and strength and his grip proves that he is ready and able to fire any kind of spell at me from any and every angle.
And while he had asked me for a duel, does he not take the traditional steps back or bow to me, but does he just start cursing. I instantly evade the first few and block the last before shooting spells back. But Hari proves me that he is not holding back as much as he did against Charlie and I think: "This better help him get closure."
As I turn off all of my emotions, something I learned to do after changing into Padfoot for so many times. And while I do still see my seventeen year old godson, do I not care for this and just use every curse, hex, spell, charm and enchantment that I know, even chaining a few together in the hopes of catching him with one of them.
But Hari really is nimble, strong, flexible and fast as he quite narrowly evades my every spell, the few cutting curses that do hit him not bothering him as he just keeps moving, dodging my attacks while also pushing me onto the defensive from time to time with his own curses. And if not for my mindset, I would have felt very, very proud.
We duel on and on, using a few bits of his furniture as cover for when the other starts unleashing the heavier spellwork, but after a while do I feel like hating the last year all over again. Grimmauld might have a lot of stairs, but it doesn't offer anything that can help one keep their stamina up and I can feel mine draining fast.
Hari is also breathing heavier, but seems nowhere near as tired as I feel and I suddenly notice that he too is actually chaining his spells, casting several ones that are Borderline Dark before shooting one or two Light ones in between another chain of the former. And at this I decide to take my advantage, even if it will mean my defeat.
I dodge and evade his darker spells, but when I notice him getting ready to use his signature, do I make sure to stand still right in his line of fire. And Hari's Expelliarmus hits me with the power of the Giant, knocking me straight into the wall behind me and making me break the four-drawer cabinet that was standing there.
I groan at this and this seems to pull Hari out of his fighting trance as he cringes and I mutter: "I forgot. Signature spells always deal an extra heavy punch. Not my best idea." And I shake my head as I use the cracked in wall to get back onto my feet, not at all surprised to see that Hari caught my wand by pure instinct.
He hands it back to me and I smile at him as he mutters: "Sorry." But I shake my head and say: "You were great. I can see how you managed to outlive me for so long." Which makes Hari cringe, but I feel relieved to see that the haunted look that is in his eyes whenever this is brought up doesn't make another return.
"WHAT THE HECK HAPPENED HERE!" Four voices shout and only then do I realize that we didn't use some of furniture for cover, we used it all and it all got destroyed by either one of us. The bed is on fire, the dresser cabinet is nothing but splinters, the door to the walk-in closet is just gone and the balcony doors are shattered.
"Snuffles helped me with a routine that I started up after the war ended. It helps me keep a clear mind." Hari calmly tells his family, who are all looking at the destroyed carnage that is his bedroom and Hendros mutters: "Thank heavens for the magic of the castle. I don't think even the Elves would be able to fix this otherwise."
This makes us both rub the back of our necks and Hari mutters: "Do you perhaps know another place I can practice? I really do need it. I need at least one serious duel a day to keep my mind away from the horrors of the war. Feeling like I won another battle helps me overcome the losses that the war cost me, you know."
The king nods at this, while tears gleam in Lindilwen's eyes at hearing this and I think: "Yeah, there will definitely be other factors that will bring those two together." And while the king quickly summons Grendor and Rendorfa, do I share a smile with my godson, proud of his skill in battle and assured of his future.
At the Reading Room
Draco's POV
It really took the King, Queen, Jaurion and Lindilwen quite some time to get Hari and Snuffles back down and the look on Jaurion and Lindilwen's faces as well as the fact that Grendor is tending to Hari and Rendorfa to Snuffles as they come down instantly has me greatly concerned for my precious mate who comes to sit with me.
"You dueled?" Ron strangely enough asks and Hari nods. Ron nods back and says: "Hermione and I did too. Sorry we didn't include you." Which just further confuses me and yet Hari says: "It's okay. Being around my family helped keep my mind clear. I didn't need a duel, just yet." And his friends nod back at him.
"Hari, Ron and Hermione dueled in the common room every night until Merden came. It helped Hari keep his mind away from all the pain everyone was suffering from. Helped him keep a clear mind so he could help the others with the restorations and whatnot." George then tells me and I look at my mate in shock, who shrugs and says:
"I need it. Winning a battle helps me establish my belief that the war really is over." Which makes me nod as I can understand why he would think something like that. I then turn to one of the reasons that makes me understand this and mutter: "I'll read next." Feeling surprised at the fact that I actually haven't read once this entire time.
"Before you do, Draco, I need to ask Amyna a question." Snuffles suddenly says and while he has his Healer Elf on one side and Lupin on the other does he turn to the Queen and ask: "Considering what you saw, would Hari be able to beat the Guard Elves?" Which causes shock, horror and astonishment all throughout the room.
Yet the Queen seems to get why Snuffles asks this and says: "He would definitely make a good recruit and could probably join the training force, but he'd need years to get to their level – and I mean, Elven, not human years." Making both Snuffles and Hari smile at her as Hari asks: "You're going to lead the armies to him, aren't you?"
"That was what I was planning to talk with Hendros after this book about, yes dear. And you are also correct in guessing that, because it's the Royals leading the armies into the war-zone, that this makes it an exception from the actual Ariadorian law.""I thought as much. Thanks grandma." Hari gratefully mutters before he turns to his grandfather.
"Assign me a Guard Elf that is slightly above my level. If I am only as good as a recruit than showing me being defeated by one will really convince Dumbledore that using the Elves instead of graduates is the better option for his Order." Yet the king seems hesitant to agree with this and yet Hari smiles at him and says:
"I don't plan to put any more effort into the war than that. I am done fighting that monster. I have done my duty, played my part, now I'm just going to make sure that those who have a better winning chance are the ones doing the fighting. But Dumbledore is a stubborn man and only true evidence will convince him of this.
I will duel someone he knows and then the Guard Elf you assign me. He will see that I have skill, but if he sees that a recruit has better skill than me, he will be assured that using the Elves in battle is the best option he has available. Better than people who just got O's in their NEWTs but never had a Death Battle to save their life."
At this the king nods and says: "I'll make sure you have someone assigned to you soon, but not just for this plan of yours." And Hari nods at him, proving he understands what isn't being said. While he will have an Elf higher in skill than him for the plan, he will also have one equal to help him the way Snuffles did earlier.
And while I think to myself: "They will help him in battle and skill, I will help him with his emotions and fear." And while I have never been more glad that we switched roles as my determination to see this done is at an all-time high, do I pick up the book and leaf through it to the first page of the final chapter before I read.
The Man … gasped Harry.
And had it not been for all of the hints that, in his own teens, my love was so blind to, I would have been just as shocked at this revelation. Instead, everyone turns grim, yet it's the way that Hari, Ron and Hermione tense up, Mrs. Weasley, Lupin and me instinctively pulling them closer, that makes me read on, sincerely worried.
Quirrell smiled … and sharp.
And this really brings it home for myself as well as everyone who was taught by this bastard that he really was acting. Yet while this makes me really worried for what could come – as Quirrell is now an unknown entity to me – do I also know Percy well enough to know he hates the wasted lessons we got. At this I sigh and read on.
"Yes, Severus … P-Professor Quirrell?"
"Anyone who knows how to spot the signs. Though I guess if you have an alibi like this bastard –." Yet then Hari frowns and mutters: "What if – he put a Confundus charm – on his stutter. To make people oblivious to the more obvious signs?" And this actually makes so much sense it startles me as I continue reading.
Harry couldn't … Quidditch match.
"You will be rewarded for that, dear." The queen firmly tells the girl, who then tries to object, but the queen keeps a stern look on her face. At this Hermione sighs and says: "A trip to the best bookstore in town and you pay for any book I want." The queen smiles and nods at this, while I think: "That queen is good." As I read on.
She broke … save you."
"And if Jaurion wasn't a Wind Elf who's spirit was keeping his son safe by wrapping his own hand around Hari's at the time. So sorry, you lowlife, but you wouldn't have succeeded anyway." Snuffles growls and yet then we all get shocked by what happens next. Lindilwen steps up and moves over to the young man.
And while Jaurion has a mixed look of budding love and caution on his face, does even he get shocked when the young woman kisses his cheek and whispers: "We have our issues, but he is our son, so – thank you." And to this Jaurion sincerely mutters: "Always." And we all smile at the teen at this before I continue reading.
"Snape was … around Harry.
"That bastard is able to cast an Incarceous wandlessly and non-verbally? How?" Percy asks shocked and Hari growls: "He was helped. By that time, most of his magic wasn't his own anymore." And the way he shudders at the end of this makes both me and Jaurion, who sits on his other side, hug him closely as I read on.
"You're too … off properly."
And this mention seems to remind Hermione of what Peter made us realize back during the Halloween chapter and Mrs. Weasley is quick to hug her close as I think: "A bastard like that, who wants death to students, allowed to be inside Hogwarts." And the need to see Dumbledore, both versions, grows within me as I read on.
"Now, wait … of Erised.
This instantly makes Hari's entire family turn to him worriedly, but Hari shakes his head and says: "My desire – I – I'm not sure if it had changed or if – the mirror might not work the way we think. Either that – or –." And here Hari himself turns white as snow as he whispers: "No. No, even – even he wouldn't sink that low."
Everyone looks at him worriedly and Hari stands up, making Jaurion and me let go off him as he starts to pace behind the Weasleys that are all sitting together on the other side of the circle. And as he does, does he first seem to mentally go over everything that happened in the book before he starts to mumble. And what he mumbles worries me:
"All I ever wanted – whenever I thought of that – whenever I focused on what I wanted most – it was always family. So how could it have changed? Why did it change? Why then? Was that situation dire enough to deserve a change? D0id it even change?" And the look on his face proves that he doesn't think it actually did.
Rage then starts to show more and more on his face, but because I know it's better that he unleashes that anger at the person who most deserves it. And so, I focus deeply on my need to see him calm down and I let that out, my Veela heritage allowing me to let out bird like noises that are filled with this need and my love for him.
And while I can tell that the others are cringing at this and while my dad quickly casts bubblehead charms to keep them from hearing it, does Hari slowly calm down, sighing in relief as he stops pacing and sends me a grateful smile. He then walks over and whispers: "I hope I'm wrong." And I nod, canceling the spell as I read on.
"This mirror … gets back..."
Yet at this I frown and I mutter: "Was he really?" And everyone turns confused and he says: "I mean, think about it. That whole invitation through an Owl? That's not something the Ministry ever does. And Dumbledore's old enough to know this. Not to mention what he told Hari when he met him over Christmas in front of the mirror."
And Lindilwen is the first to get what I'm getting at as she gasps: "I don't need a cloak to become invisible." Yet then Hermione shakes her head and says: "We ran into him after getting past Fluffy on the way back." Yet Hari glares at her and then gives the final bit of evidence behind my theory as he angrily snaps: "Dobby."
The girl's mouth drops and the king growls: "He's right. The House-Elves are ordered to follow any order given to them by the Headmaster. They can Apparate all over Hogwarts and they can do their chores invisibly. They're the perfect weapon for a mission like this." And while this infuriates me, do I continue reading.
All Harry … my side..."
And while the memories of what that monster forced my family to go through while he used our home as HQ are still very fresh, do I know I need to be strong for my mate and I make sure to put that strength in my voice as I say the monster's name. And everyone sends me a proud smile at this, at which I read on, feeling good.
Quirrell came … the mirror.
Here I notice Hari again smiling at his dad and the younger man's eyes widen as Hari says: "I later found out that the spell Quirrell actually used was supposed to make the ropes tighten the more I struggled. That never happened." And while everyone now sends a proud smile the teen's way, do I read on, feeling relieved.
"But Snape … you dead."
"And we both had pretty good reasons to loathe each other." Jaurion seriously tells my former Godfather and the teen in question sighs as he asks: "Talk later? To discuss how we move forward now that you're no longer going to show off that persona?" My mate's father nods at this and I read on, smiling in pride.
"But I … am weak –"
And while I speak this last bit with pure disbelief sounding through my voice, does everyone who faced and lived under the tyranny of that monster still turn heavily furious. Yet then Hari says: "I love you so much." Shocking everyone as I notice him looking at me. We all look at him confused and the boy goes on:
"You were one who praised his deeds up to the heavens and beyond for years, but you saw him for who he really was and changed into a man I have fallen head over heels for." And the kiss he gives me over this dissipates all of my anger over this statement. I happily kiss him back, pull him into my lap and then read on as we break for air.
"You mean … seek it...
"In other words, no one deserves to be above others but me and I will use whatever it takes to convince whoever I need that I am their rightful ruler – even if I am lying out of my ass while doing so." Ron growls and while I am amazed that he says this while sitting so close to his mother, does she keep quiet as I read on.
Since then … so stupid?
"The only one who's stupid is Dumbledore. Wait a second – that good for nothing, bastard! You met Quirrell on the day Hagrid was ordered to take the Stone out of the Vault. And the only reason Dumbledore ordered Hagrid that – because he spotted Quirrell now working for Voldemort and knew the Stone to be in danger.
But the school was in danger too and he made that threat even bigger by putting the Stone inside the school. That bastard –!" Lupin growls, but then Snuffles suddenly slaps a hand on his mouth, silencing him. And when I notice where he's looking, namely at my lap, do I notice that Hari is letting tears of pain and grief fall from his eyes.
I then notice Snuffles whisper something at Lupin that makes the werewolf's eyes widen before Snuffles turns to look at me. I nod at him, put down the book and lift my mate up. I walk over to the two men who take their cub between them and then move back. And while my lap feels horribly empty, do I continue reading.
He'd seen … the boy..."
"At this point, I really hope that our theory about Dumbledore is right, because he better –." My father growls furiously, but then, with a voice that has never sounded so hollow, Hari says: "Dumbledore has his reasons." And never more have I hated these words, which I am sure he has heard many times himself as I read on.
Quirrell rounded … real pocket.
"An enchantment. I can't believe I never noticed it. That damned Mirror was enchanted. In all three days that I was before it earlier, it never changed how I looked. I should have realized it was enchanted. That he enchanted it. I just can't believe he did this." Hari mutters to himself and I hate the elder man as I read on.
Somehow – incredibly … for Gryffindor."
"That will never happen." Jaurion growls, but then Hari sighs and says: "Not with our old Dumbledore, who's dead." But then the Queen says: "Or with our current Dumbledore. At least not if he decides to make these same horrible decisions." And everyone nods at this, all of their faces masks of fury as I read on.
Quirrell cursed … a snake.
And as I read this, do I need to work with everything I have to suppress memories of what that monster looked after he regained a body. Everyone else who has ever battled him are doing the same, if their faces are anything to go by and everyone else, especially the teens from now, shudder in revulsion as I read on.
"Harry Potter … and minds...
"The only ones who would do that are as crazy or crazier than you, you monster. Wait, why am I suddenly reminded of Ballistic Bella?" Sirius asks and Hari shudders something horrible as Snuffles growls: "As your description of her is spot-on, trust me." And the younger one shudders at the older one's words as I read on.
Or so I want to, but then I notice dad looking at Snuffles with a deadly serious look as he asks: "Bella killed you?" And Snuffles nods before Merden suddenly looks up and the smile that grows on his face makes me feel very hopeful. "And it would seem that, in his anger over losing the Potters, a certain someone killed her instead."
"SHE'S DEAD?" The Weasleys, Hermione, Neville, Luna, Hari, Snuffles and Lupin all ask shocked and Merden nods. Tears of happiness and relief start to appear in Hari's eyes and then suddenly he throws his head back and lets out a sound that makes me feel happier than I have ever felt, even when he won the war for us.
I close my eyes and lean back in my seat, letting my own tears of happy relief and glee leak out of my eyes as I enjoy the wonderful song that Hari lets out, the emotions in his heart on full display through the sound coming from his throat and then I hear it. A sense of guilt that is slowly but surely leaving the tunes that I hear.
This makes me turn back to my mate and I smile at him in utter pride as this, more than anything, proves that he is truly ready to believe that it wasn't his fault that Snuffles died all those years ago. And while Hari keeps singing for a little while longer, all of us enjoying the wondrous tunes of his song, do I read on when he stops.
Unicorn blood … for mercy..."
"WE WOULD NEVER!" Jaurion snarls and I can tell that his son's song has really strengthened his resolve and his own determination, yet Lindilwen seems hesitant to agree with him. Jaurion turns to her at this and then asks: "Would you let him kill Hari?" And the look that grows on her face says it all, at which I read on proudly.
"LIAR!" Harry … value bravery...
"What a load of tosh." Peter, of all people, growls at this and to my amazement is it Ron that says: "You said it, Peter." And the look that the two share proves one thing. They both know what Pettigrew did and they both hate him for it. But Ron hates Pettigrew, not the boy sitting here with us. And as I agree with this, do I read on.
Yes, boy … have died...
"Wait, he wanted to spare the –." Yet here Remus stops, obviously not wanting to bring this up and yet it's Hari who answers as he says: "It's thanks to his loyalty to his followers. It's what saved me in the end. If he hadn't, her sacrifice wouldn't have had the same effects." And while this really horrifies me, do I continue reading.
she was … of him.
This also makes both of Hari's parents look at their son in great concern, but Hari shakes his head and says: "I was healed from that injury before I came here. It was a hard, arduous task that – was almost impossible to do, but – it did the job." And while I suppress the memory of seeing his dead body, do I read on, sounding grim.
The pain … and shiny.
And while Hari smiles at his mother over this, do I notice the king smiling at his son as well before he says: "Jaurion, please imagine this actually happening and move your arm like this." And he swishes his arm forward with a flourish. Jaurion does and repeats his father's actions, causing for a gust of wind to sweep from his arm.
The gust passes me, yet I still hiss in pain as the wind actually feels as hot as when I hold my hand too close to the fire and it also cuts at my cloths. And when I look at the torn bit of shirt, do I notice that my skin there is turning red, as if blistered or burned. "Your final protection. You sacrificed your soul one last time to save your son."
The king whispers, tears of pride in his eyes as he looks at his son, as if he actually sees the boy dying before his eyes and everyone looks shocked, before looking at the young teen with the same pride. And Lindilwen repeats her previous actions, standing up, walking over and kissing his cheek before I continue my chapter.
"Then kill … Harry! Harry!"
"So he finally decided to show himself, did he? About bloody damn time too!" Jaurion growls and Hari mutters: "It must be because I wasn't actually fighting. I was using magic neither he nor I knew how it really worked. It must have scared him into deciding I couldn't do what he wanted me to." And this makes me read on angrily.
He felt … down... down...
Here I stop to catch my breath, memories of last year and especially the last bit of the Final Battle having been trying to distract me ever since I read of the monster's description. I then check the page and say: "There is a break in the chapter here. The next bit is of when Hari wakes up." The others sigh in relief and I read on.
Something gold … above him.
"What does that no-good bastard think he is doing there? Why didn't he contact one of you? Does he really think himself that high above everyone else?" Jaurion growls and only then do I notice that he actually kidnapped Hari from Snuffles and now has the boy in a very protective hold. Hari shrugs at me, I snicker and read on.
"Good afternoon … the Stone."
"Of course he doesn't. You were planning to stop him all this time. You just thought you could use an innocent eleven year old, one of your own students, to do the work for you. Regardless of the facts that the thief was of your staff and that you knew who he really worked for." The queen angrily rants and I read on, agreeing with her.
"Then who … thrown out."
"You deserve much worse than just that. And if the current Dumbledore even thinks of turning into you or making one of your decisions, I will happily convince my people to make him regret that. I will do what I can to make sure that never happens." The king this time vows, his voice sounding strong with determination as I read on.
Harry swallowed … Dumbledore, beaming.
"Only from my admirers. Everyone who I later became friends with actually had the courage, loyalty and intelligence, not to mention the good conscience to apologize to my face. Though there were some bits of candy that had letters with a promise for that apology to come with them." Hari happily explains as I read on
"What happened … confiscated it."
At this their mother glares at them, but one of them says: "It was just a distraction." And the other goes on: "Yeah, we wanted to stand guard." And then they shock her as they chorus: "As we heard there were still some who hated Hari for the 150 point loss." And their mother nods at them in pride as I continue reading.
"How long … off you."
"I doubt he was ever there. Is there a way we can know for sure?" Lindilwen asks and then I remember and say: "He wasn't. My father had a meeting with the Minister that day and if that had been interrupted by Dumbles, my father would have surely complained about that." Lindilwen grimaces at this and I read on.
"It was … killed you."
This makes Jaurion pull his son even closer as he looks at his own father in fright. The man sighs and says: "An elf that tries to actively use the ability of a sacrificed elf – can turn their own ability against themselves. And if a Music Elf does this, it can make their lunges collapse on them." And I read on, hearing Jaurion whimper.
"For one … the best."
But this seems to convince the Queen and she turns to Merden as she growls: "Get Nicholas Flamel. I want the one from this timeline and I want him here pronto. That Stone was, as Peter suggested before, a fake and that maker has some explaining to do." At this Merden nods and as the Time Elf leaves the room, do I read on.
"But that … great adventure.
"And you were long overdue on that for years." Hari growls and when Mrs. Weasley wants to snap at him, does Hari actually aim at both Snuffles and the Snitch that is still stuck inside the wall before he growls: "That adventure, for him, should have started long before either of those events – or they never would have happened."
The boy's face then turns as dark as his voice was a little bit earlier and he growls: "That man should have joined my parents. He should have been there with them when they died. At least then, his end would have been orchestrated much, much better." And he looks at all those saved, his eyes once more looking lost and forlorn.
Mrs. Weasley sees him do this and tears up, obviously thinking of how, if Dumbledore had died, her son might have lived, and Lupin is the last one Hari looks at. The werewolf instantly responds to this, actually beating Snuffles, Jaurion and Lindilwen, yet even he turns out not to be the fastest, those faster shocking us all.
Sirius and Remus are just half a second faster than the older werewolf and already have the boy in a united embrace, one that proves they have grown to care for the boy the same way their older versions have and Hari sheds a few tears of gratitude as he takes a place between them. And as I feel sure that he's in good hands, do I read on.
You know … for them."
"You would know that better than anyone, you blasted, blind, disgusting – you know what, I don't think I can ever come up with enough words to describe you. But I don't want to use your name as an insult either as that might insult your younger self, if he turns out to be better than you." Ron snarls and I read on, agreeing with him.
Harry lay … thing itself."
"And teaching people to speak up a name that you know was once Tabooed and that will probably be tabooed again if the person in question returns makes you equally guilty of them getting captured as well as everything that happens to them if they are." Hermione snarls at the book in rage and I shiver a little as I read on.
"Yes, sir … be killed.
Yet here Hari, Ron and Hermione tense and they share a shocked and horrified look as Hari whispers: "He – he – he – he couldn't have." But Hermione whimpers: "Hari, your scar." And while Ron tries to suppress his anger by screaming in his brother's shoulder, does my mate raise a trembling hand to his forehead, touching said scar.
"All this time … he said – the diary … that means – that my – my scar – that it – it was that that made – that first gave him – and still he –." Yet here Sirius pulls him closer and whispers: "No more words, just cry." And the boy obeys, just hiding his face in the teen's shoulder and crying silently, breaking my heart as I read on.
He left … to power."
Yet here, for reasons I really don't get, do I notice Cedric looking down in guilt. "He wanted Hari. He wanted Hari to bring himself back to a body. If I had realized that, I could have stopped him. I could have stopped the entire war. I could have been the one –." But then a strong voice interrupts him and determinedly states:
"That is not true." And we all turn to Merden, who looks at the boy and says: "Cedric Diggory, you were meant to die there and then. If you hadn't, you would have failed in those beliefs of yours and been tortured something horrible. Your torture would have led to Prince Hari's capture. It would have delayed the news of his return.
And in the end, Prince Hari would still have been the only one to return, as you would have been too broken from all the torture to be able to and begged him to leave you behind. It would have been on the Prince's birthday and would have scarred him worse than the last three years. I'm sorry to be so bold, but you needed to know this."
And while many are white, does Cedric nod in gratitude and he smiles at Hari, who smiles back at him. While Merden turns to the King and say: "The other Time Elves have spotted him. They are using the Wind and Earth Elves to make sure he won't try to make a run for it. He'll be here shortly." The king nods and I read on.
Harry nodded … first place?"
"For reasons Dumbledore should have shared with those that had the same rights to decide over my life as he gave himself, such as my godfather and my father's friends, as well as anyone else who wanted to see me safely through all this crap." Hari growls and Sirius asks: "Will you tell us?" But Hari shakes his head and says:
"I – I can't. Not because I don't want to. Words have power. I'm a Music Elf. I – I'm scared that – that if I do –." And Hermione gives the final conviction to us all as she says: "That the plan you have with your grandfather in regards to the armies of the other Elves will fail." Hari nods, everyone nods in acceptance and I read on.
Dumbledore sighed … to argue.
But my Hari turns furious at this and actually breaks free from the hold the two boys have on him. "I'm sorry, but I will do or say something I will regret if I stay to listen to him any longer." And this time Ron and Hermione follow him up the stairs. And while I fear for the way they all pull their wands as they walk, do I read on.
"But why … so good."
At this everyone turns to the girl in question in pride and gratitude and then the King says: "Thank you. Your sacrifice, not only gave your son this incredible protection, it also strengthened my son's soul and maybe even extended the amount of time he was able to stay behind and protect Hari. Thank you for that, Lindilwen."
And the girl actually sniffles softly as she says: "I – I have my issues and – and I am stubborn to the point I will probably hurt some of you from time to time, but – but I am not heartless. Hari needs me and – and I do want to be there for him. I – I'm just not always sure I can." At this we all nod in understanding and I read on.
Dumbledore now … like it."
"And yet you never told Hari where his parents were buried, took him to visit them and honor them or showed him anything else they left him. And the only reason you even did that was because it was already in your possession and because it helped you in your little plan." Peter growls in rage and I read on, feeling furious myself.
Dumbledore's eyes … life.""What?"
And this one word is echoed by practically everyone from the present, proving this hasn't happened yet. "Yeah, that was supposed to happen in – what was it, three months from now?" Snuffles asks Lupin, who looks torn and lost in the memory, but still nods and while the two look at each other in shock over this, do I read on.
"Yes..." said … in peace..."
"Wait, we don't even get to hear how it happened?" Peter asks shocked and Snuffles shakes his head as he says: "If I recall correctly, that is just another thing that isn't actually further explained until Lulu and I come back, when Hari was in his Third. No, I'm not going to explain why." Peter grimaces at this and I read on.
Harry tried … saying something.
"If with brilliant, you mean morally-destructive, manipulative, bastard-like, distrustful, deceitful, cowardice, dastardly, disgusting and utterly wrong – then yeah, you're right, that is saying something. Cause no one ever thought you'd sink that low, even I didn't." My father growls and I know what he thinks as I read: "I hate being right."
You see … of Life.
"And that right there proves it. It's just a random way to say, I knew there'd be a time where someone good would meet someone bad in front of it and enchanted the mirror to make them both able to see the Stone and not their Heart's desire. He just wanted to use that mirror as nothing more than a little, enchanted storage room or cabinet."
Colin growls and while it takes some of the others some time to actually read this between the lines, do I spot that everyone who has spent time with this Dumbledore – as I have come to call him – is able to see this right away. "All because we got used to him saying things without saying them." I think, angry at this as I read on.
My brain … Ear wax!"
At this a lot of us roll our eyes, but then a calm voice says: "I am so glad I kept it." Everyone turns to the stairs and instantly Grendor and Rendorfa rush for the three teens, Grendor focusing on Hari and the Rendorfa on the other two. And the way that the three of them look make mostly the Marauders and my father look shocked.
"Kept what, dear?" Mrs. Weasley asks and everyone gasps as Hari pulls out a wand that is made of elder wood, fifteen inches long and that has carvings on it that resemble clusters of elderberries running down its length. "I never got the chance to put it where I wanted to. I never even got given the chance to get close to that spot."
The boy says, yet I am more shocked at the fact that he still has it than at the fact that he was planning to lose – or better said store – it somewhere. He looks from the wand to the Snitch that is still in the wall and then to his dad and says: "I have never been more glad to be what I am, but he will pay for how he made me this."
And the Queen gasps as she asks: "Wait, he – he – he tricked you to – to – to become – EXPELLIARMUS!" And while everyone is shocked at this, does Hari dodge the spell, a furious determined look on his face. Yet then I notice the king whisper something at his son and instantly all four Marauders actually join the queen.
We all look shocked at this, but even this is not enough as Hari is nimble and dodges every Disarming spell, even the few where Sirius and Remus try to work together to trick Hari into dodging into one of their curses. Then I notice how Hari's own wand is glowing and he himself shouts the spell, which makes me wince in concern.
And my concern is proven valid as everyone who had been trying to disarm him is shot against the wall that still has the Snitch in it. "WHAT THE HECK WAS THAT ABOUT? HOW COULD YOU? WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?" Hari screams at them and the queen says: "Some elves can't be the Master of Death.
Time, Music and Empathy Elves, if they become the Master, lose their rights to the lifeline they are born with. You are finally given the chance you deserve. I just wanted to stop that title from ruining that chance." And this explanation makes so much sense it does the trick. Hari's hand goes limp and the queen casts the spell again.
And the way that the wand seems to mold itself into her grasp as she takes it seems to prove the same thing. Just like the wand recognized its master when Voldemort tried to use it against Hari, does it now recognize its new master. I then look at Hari and see relief shine in his eyes as he, in a broken voice, whispers: "Thank you."
And at this the Marauders and the royals smile at the boy and Peter says: "We would never turn on you, Hari. Anything we do, even if it looks like it's against you, really isn't." Yet then he turns to the others and says: "Though whispering it to us instead of just saying it out loud wasn't smart either, Your Majesty."
At which the king cringes and says: "You're right. Sorry about that, Hari." But Hari shakes his head and says: "It had to happen. I learned enough about wandlore to know that the wand wouldn't have accepted grandma if she had just told me this. I would have been too accepting. The wand needed to be won, in order for me to lose my title."
"But what about the other two? Couldn't we have just taken those from him?" Sirius asks, but to this Jaurion says: "No. The Wand is the most powerful, it is the one of the three that gives a person the most right to the title. By taking Hari the wand, we truly took him the title." At this Sirius nods and then Hari says:
"Not to mention that I currently don't trust the Stone to be with anyone else, because of what it is and I would have done more than just a Disarming curse to keep the cloak on me. Considering what it means to me and my past." At this Sirius winces and says: "Right, good point. Sorry." And we all sit down as I read on.
Madam Pomfrey … minutes only."
"She seriously stopped having visitor hours? Why?" Remus asks shocked and Lupin sighs as he says: "She stopped, because she apparently only had visiting hours for us. Because we visited her so very often. After we graduated, she had less and less patients, so she scrapped the hours." At this Remus shakes his head and I read on.
And she … out loud.
Yet here the two turn to their friend and Ron says: "You really didn't tell us everything." And before my mate can defend himself, does Hermione say: "But we do understand why and we agree with it. There was no way that wouldn't have scarred us for life at that age." The three smile at each other and I happily continue reading.
"So the … third floor."
At this I notice Remus and Lupin glare and they share a look before Remus says: "He betrayed himself right there." At which Lupin nods before he turns to the rest of us and says: "The entrance hall isn't the closest Hogwarts entrance when one comes back from London, the Clocktower Courtyard is. He came in – after going out."
Everyone looks at this shocked and Lupin growls: "Trust me, the only one who will know this better than either Remus or I would be Professor Sprout or Hagrid. Though I doubt Hagrid would ever admit to this, seeing it could incriminate Dumbledore." And while hatred for both men grows in the group, do I read on.
"D'you think … I could..."
"Not the right. He thought it was my duty." Hari growls at which the King growls: "So that's what that is." We all turn to him and he says: "I'm a Guard Elf, but because I am also Royal, I have Guard abilities other Guard Elves don't have. I have the ability to See when someone under my rule or care is in danger – from things out of my control."
At this, while it really impresses me and the others, does Hari nod, but then the king frowns and says: "I'm sorry, Hari, but I can't let you go on with our plan. The sense around you that tells me this is very, very faint, but it is held up – by an aura that is phoenix-colored red." And this makes everyone gasp in horrified shock.
Yet Hari sighs and turns to his friends. They both nod and Ron asks: "Is it the same with us?" But the king shakes his head and Hermione says: "Then we'll take Hari's place. If showing Hari's actual talent as a duelist will make present Dumbledore turn into our Dumbledore, we're not going to risk that." The king nods and I read on.
"Yeah, Dumbledore's … be good."
"Wood actually refused to play without you so McGonagall put together this really random and mismatched team herself and put him and the rest of us all in detention for not properly representing our House's pride. Though she also tried to take points, but those were returned by Dumbledore later on." Fred then suddenly tells us.
"Who was on the team?" Hari asks shocked and George shakes his head as he says: "Lee, McLaggen, Leanne, the two girls in Katie's dorm and Percy and his and Wood's other dorm mate. It was horrible when we heard this was her set of choices and we were really glad that we weren't there to see that nightmare become reality."
"Why in name of Ariador did she think a team like that would work?" The queen asks aghast, yet it's Sirius who answers and says: "Because most of those sound like people who share a dorm with her current team. She probably thought that gave them experience in how to play." And I shake my head at this before I read on.
At that … is it?"
Yet just the fact that Hari's face turns dark with anger and betrayal and that he, without another word, gets out of his seat and moves back to the staircase already says it all. We all share a look and then father says: "Go after him. I got this." And I gratefully hand him the book before rushing up the stairs, after my mate.
Lucius' POV
For so long I have been against all these people that I am now sharing a room with. I have always opposed their loyalty to Dumbledore, their trust in Hagrid and their belief that neither of them could do any wrong. Yet I never wanted them to realize that I was right in a way like this. And so, with spite in my tone, do I read on.
Hagrid sidled … drink again!
And while everyone had started grinning in victory, as if they felt he deserved to feel bad, do they now glare and grimace as Peter asks: "He's guilty over telling Vol – him about the Stone, but not about getting Hari out of trouble when the 150 points were lost? Is he being for real?" And Sirius is the one to answer as he sneers:
"Of course. Telling that monster about Fluffy endangered the one object Dumbledore wanted him to keep safe. Not telling that Hari didn't deserve to be punished isn't something he thinks will disappoint Dumbledore. It's not the same to him so he doesn't care on the same level." And while he sounds like a real Black, do I read on.
I should … a Muggle!"
"Even I wouldn't go that far. You're enough of a danger to wizarding kids. I'd rather not see what kind of danger you can become if you – wait, you took a Muggle-raised kid to fetch a highly dangerous artifact, enough said there." I growl at the end and my annoyance over this is shared room-wide as I read on.
"Hagrid!" said … got loads..."
"That boy is too nice for his own good." Sirius shakes his head as he says this and Hermione goes on: "And to make matters worse, does he keep his loyalty to this hiding bastard strong for longer than he'd ever deserve. Praising and defending him, even when others are obviously right." She looks at Luna as she says this and I read on.
Hagrid wiped … and father.
Yet at this Jaurion turns to Snuffles and Lupin and asks: "You're willing to copy pictures and send those off, but you're not willing to visit my son? Why?" And Snuffles sighs as he says: "I'm in a position where I don't even have access to any pictures – let alone an owl with which to send them or a wand to copy them."
This really worries me as a wizard without a wand is a dangerous situation. Then Lupin says: "I followed the instructions of the wrong man and betrayed my pack more times than they deserved." Which really doesn't make me feel any better about the two. Yet then Peter confuses me as he lies a hand on Jaurion's arm and says:
"Don't worry, Jaurion. I'm already there. I'm – I hope – keeping an eye out for him." And Jaurion, Sirius, Remus, Snuffles and Lupin all look at the boy shocked. Yet the only answer the boy gives is holding up his hand, which now misses that one finger. And while this doesn't make any sense to me, do I continue reading.
"Sent owls … at once.
"And everyone who later became a trusted friend or loyal ally in our battle against that bastard and his slaves came up to thank Hari and to apologize. Some of them even gave those that protested this a really nasty piece of their minds. It was a really great sight to behold." Ron happily tells us and I read on, feeling better.
He slipped … year starts...
"There, right there. That bastard proved he has stopped caring about being a teacher, about his students as a whole, right there. Studies, homework and all that stuff no longer mattered to him. He just wanted to fight Voldemort and do it the only way he thought could work." The King growls and I read on, hating Dumbledore.
Now, as … and seventy-two."
Yet at this Severus and I share a look and I notice the Marauders doing the same as well as Remus and Jaurion sharing looks with Lindilwen and the girl is the one to voice the one thing we're all thinking: "There is no way Dumbledore is going to leave the actions of Hari and the others lying down." Which makes me read on with a grimace.
A storm … sickening sight.
And yet I love the way you beat me and won my heart, my Dragon." I then hear a voice from above and notice Hari and Draco walking down the stairs, the two walking down each step in perfect sync and being so close together it's almost impossible to see where Draco starts and Hari ends. The two sit down and Draco says:
"Please read on, father. I'd rather divide my time between cuddling and comforting my mate and listening than having to focus on the words on paper." At which I nod, knowing how he feels as I have been doing this whenever Severus grew worried over the content we read. And while I love both men equally, do I read on.
"Yes, yes … a little.
Here I notice the current Lions looking at Severus and me in guilt and Severus says: "Just help make sure those two from this time never turn into the two of that time. They're already close, but – not that bad – yet." At this all Lions, not just the Marauders, nod in a solemn pledge and Severus and I smile as I continue reading.
"Ahem," said … fifty points."
"IS HE TRYING TO PROVE THAT HE WAS THERE THE ENTIRE TIME?" Peter shouts and he goes on: "Hogwarts has ever seen? If he wasn't there, then only Hari and Hermione were there to see it. So how does that even make sense other than as evidence that he was there as well?" And while he growls, do I read on.
Gryffindor cheers … fifty points."
"It just keeps on piling on. The evidence. That bastard. He is so cocky, so sure that he will never be caught, that no one will ever suspect him on anything, he willingly admits that he was there the entire time. He is using the elation of Gryffindor beating Slytherin to admit to his crimes without risking the chance to get caught for them."
Peter growls and for some reason do I feel as if he has a personal reason to hate it that the man is doing this. Yet then the queen says: "Don't worry, Peter. If Merden allows it, I will copy this chapter and take it with me when we go meet our Dumbledore." And Merden nodding calms the squat little boy down as I read on.
Hermione buried … sixty points."
And this one pisses me off the most as I growl: "Outstanding courage. Pure nerve. That bastard just proved he had hoped you would use some kind of magic, probably magic he thought you had learned that year, to beat the monster. That's why he's so vague about how you did it." And yet Hari shrugs and I read on, grimacing.
The din … Neville Longbottom."
And as much as hate, resentment, anger and fury has been building over the man and his actions, do I calm down and mutter: "I hate him and think him to have become more horrible than I ever thought he could become, but – he's quite right there. Those are points that are indeed well-earned." And others nod as I read on.
Someone standing … on him.
"Let's see if I can get you to repeat that look." Hari smirks and before anyone can ask what he means, does he push Draco on his back and seal my son's lips with his own. And the kiss that the two share is so filled with passion and love it looks as if Hari is putting the same emotion behind the kiss as he did behind his song earlier on.
It makes some of those around me turn away, either blushing furiously or to give the two some privacy, yet makes others grin, smirk or snicker and when the two break, does Draco indeed look as if he's been put under said spell. Yet it also looks like he's been put under the best Body-Bind ever as he is smiling like a loon as I read on.
"Which means … one jot.
And by now do I realize exactly what just happened and I think: "That little sneak. He gave us something positively adorable to focus on to make the annoyance over Dumbledore doing this so late lessen." And while I am proud that this boy is bound to my son for life and proud to call him my own as well, do I read on.
This didn't … forget tonight.
"And I can already say that the same counts for many, many things that have happened since we came here. Heck, just the arrival in the field we first came to is something I will never forget." Hari mumbles and then Draco proves to us all that he is a Slytherin by blood and that he has a mean streak to himself as he says:
"And neither am I ever going to forget the kiss you just gave me – or give you the chance to forget it either, my lovely Emerald Serenade." And where Draco had started smirking like a loon and just leaned back with his arms wrapped around his mate, does Hari turn red and do I snicker softly at the two as I read on.
Harry had … Cross Station.
"Dang, that almost sounds as if the book itself is ready to end. What a way to sum it all up." Peter says shocked and the queen nods as she says: "Only better, seeing all that this book alone has left us with in regards to things to do." And everyone nods in agreement with her, all looking ready to get said things done as I continue reading.
It took … forward to."
"You are never going to need to have something to look forward to. You are never going back to those Muggles again." Draco angrily growls, yet Hari seems to have calmed down and whispers: "Draco, I think my grandparents agree with you." And while I really love this little banter between them, do I hold back a snicker and read on.
People jostled … she said.
This makes Ron turn to his mother in concern and he asks: "You really had no idea, did you?" And the woman shakes her head before she angrily snarls: "No, those blasted teachers kept us in the dark. They didn't tell us anything. Not the troll, the broom or anything else." And while the Royals are just as angry over this, do I read on.
"Very," said … of Harry.
At this Hari sighs and says: "He's going to get all he deserves and Dudley is going to get the chance to have a better father. I sure wonder what he's going to turn out like." But to this Jaurion says: "I'm sorry, Hari, but I won't let you find out. I am willing to, when it's safe to, send others to find out, but I don't want you anywhere near him."
This shocks Hari and Jaurion says: "Call me overprotective, stupid, overbearing or whatever you want, but that kid hurt you and until I am 100% sure he is no longer someone who wants to do that, I don't want to give him another chance to do so. I don't want to give anyone that chance." And Hari nods at this, smiling, as I read on.
"You must … Uncle Vernon.
"Not anymore and never again." Jaurion growls and then I notice Lindilwen looking at me before she asks: "Your Majesty, would you be okay with sending someone out to check up on Petunia? I'd like to know what she turns into now that she no longer has Vernon to – support her, I guess." And I notice her turn to Hari as she says this.
And while I hate the fact that my new sister isn't doing this because she is curious about her actual former sister, but because she wants to help her future son with his belief in his former cousin, do I also feel even more proud of the fact that she is now related to me. And after the Queen nods at her, do I read the last bit.
"Hurry up … this summer..."
And this is exactly what we all need to hear as grins spread over our own faces as well. "Guess you are more willing to show off your Black traits than I ever would. And that you're better at it than I ever could." Sirius then tells his future godson and the queen happily smiles at him as she says: "I'm proud of you, dearie."
The boy smiles, but this smile is only short-lived before he turns to Merden and says: "Summon him. It's time we get this done. That we truly put all the pain he put us through behind us. I'm done feeling guilty, now I want to be done feeling angry." And while the Time Elf nods, do the rest of us grimace, yet we're all ready as well.
Or are you?
So I'm not going to lie. THIS CHAPTER WAS SOOOOOOOOO HARD! I managed the first part just fine, but once I got to the chapter title, it felt like I should do anything and everything but this chapter. Yet I still think I put a nice new twist to it and gave everyone more reason to want the other Dumbledore summoned to them.
Next chapter: Dumbledore gets pulled from the realm of non-existent and he gets shocked at this. Yet his shock is very, very short-lived as he hears how everyone knows of what he actually did and what they think of it and him. His need for secrecy is going to bite him in the ass in ways he never saw coming – and hard too.
Have fun,
Venquine1990
PS. WHO HAS SEEN AVENGERS INFINITY WAR? I want to write a piece about Thanos and what I want to see happen to him, but I don't want to reveal spoilers. PLEASE LET ME KNOW!