Chapter 30
After the group finished their meal, all but Harry decided to go onto the grounds for a snowball fight. Harry would have loved to join them, but he was on his way to meet the headmaster. When he arrived at the stone gargoyle, he was surprised to see the potions master waiting for him.
"Professor?" asked Harry, curious about the mans presence
"Harry, there is something I would like to give you" said the man, his coal black eyes fixed onto Harry, but for once, the look didn't cause Harry to squirm, instead, he was merely curious.
"What is it sir?" he asked, but what he saw next caused him to back up several steps before the man noticed. Snape had pulled a dagger from the folds of his robes in a swift and fluid motion. The mere sight of the silver weapon caused Harry's mind to explode with memories and feelings that turned his insides to ice and his face to loose all of its color. Images of Shaw pulling a blade from his robes and thrusting it into his side and the pain of the weapon came first, followed by images of Malfoy and the other death eaters standing around him as they took turns controlling the blades with their wands and cutting his flesh in agonizing patterns, and lastly, the image of Wormtail approaching him with another dagger and spilling his blood so that Voldemort could be reborn. These thoughts were flying through his mind as he saw the potions master reveal the blade from the folds of his black robes. Overwhelming fear overtook all of his senses and he stumbled back even further until he felt his back press into the stone wall of the corridor.
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Snape watched the boys' reaction in complete shock; he couldn't understand why he was reacting like this. He had planned on presenting Harry with the dagger that Shaw had used on him. When he had first seen the weapon after Poppy had removed it, he knew he had seen it somewhere before, but at the time he couldn't dwell on it as he was trying to figure out just what poisons had been put on the blade. It wasn't until several days later that he had sat down to research the daggers origins, and needless to say he wasn't very surprised by what he had discovered. But that was not the issue at hand, what he needed to focus on now was the boy who was cowering before him. Harry had now stopped backing away and was pressed into one of the stone walls, shaking terribly. His face was pasty white and his eyes were wide and unblinking as he starred at the weapon in Snape's hand.
"Harry what's wrong?" he asked in concern as he cautiously took a step toward the frightened boy, the dagger still in his hand, which turned out to be the wrong thing to do.
Harry immediately raised his hand and the dagger went sailing through the air to land with a loud clatter on the floor at the opposite end of the hall. At the same instant, Snape felt a burning pain shoot through his left forearm and he knew what was happening, Voldemort. He stopped in his tracks and starred at the boy, unsure about what the students next reaction would be, or even if it would be Harry in control of that action. Slowly, Harry's legs seemed to give out beneath his weight and he went sliding down the wall until he was sitting on the floor with his knees drawn tight to his chest and Snape could tell by watching the muscles tense up and his hands clenching into tight fists that the Gryffindor was experiencing the curse that he had spoke of the day before, the one he described as being ten times worse than the cruciatus.
That response could have only been triggered when Harry refused to do something Voldemort instructed of him and Snape didn't even have to use his imagination to try and figure out just what those instructions had been. Knowing there was nothing he could do to stop the curse before Voldemort decided to relent, he spun on his heel and gave the password to the gargoyle before yelling up the stairs to the headmaster to come quick. He then turned back to Harry and saw he was still sitting in the curled position on the floor, obviously under the curse.
Inwardly, he respected the boy, he knew he would not have been able to withstand the pain of such a curse without crying out, falling unconscious, or going insane after just moments of it and here was this seventeen year old boy who had been under it for close to two minutes now and was still refusing to do any of those things. He then heard the hurried footsteps of the headmaster behind him and turned to face the aged man.
"What happened Severus?" he asked in concern as he began to approach the child, but a firm hand on his arm stopped his advance and he looked to the potions master curiously.
"I'm not sure, I went to give him the dagger and he began to back away before he banished it. He then fell to the floor and I'm sure he is under that curse he spoke of" he said as he looked to the still tense boy before continuing "The mark is back, I'm not yet sure about who is in control, and until we know, it's probably best to keep our distance" he finished as he released the older mans arm from his grip.
"I agree, how long has he been under the curse now?" said the headmaster heavily as he stood his ground
"He's going on three minutes" he answered tersely
"In Merlin's name, he is strong, but is he this strong?" asked the headmaster under his breath
"I hope for all of our sakes he is" answered the black haired man
Just then, Harry visibly relaxed and leaned against the wall panting for breath and trying to still his trembling muscles. After several moments, he opened his eyes and saw the forms of his potions professor and headmaster standing nearly twenty feet away from him, both with their wands drawn, but neither had them trained on the boy. Drawing another deep but shuddering breath, he spoke to the two men.
"It's all right, it's me" he said in a hoarse voice, and both men relaxed immediately and approached him, kneeling on the floor before him.
"Harry, are you ok? Do we need to send for Madame Pomfrey?" asked the headmaster as he brushed a lock of sweaty hair from his forehead much as a concerned parent would do.
"No, I'll be fine, just give me a minute" said Harry as he closed his eyes again and continued to take deep steadying breaths.
"Severus, could you please go get the strongest post cruciatus potion you have and bring it to my office?" asked the headmaster as he continued to sit with the boy.
"Certainly Albus" he said and after shooting another concerned look at Harry he turned and made his way to the dungeons.
After Severus had been gone for several minutes, Harry opened his eyes again and looked into the worried face of Dumbledore.
"Harry, can you tell me what happened?" asked to old man quietly.
"I was coming to see you like we had planned, but when I got here, Professor Snape was waiting for me. He said he had something to give me and then he pulled a dagger from his robes. I didn't know what was happening, I was shocked and then he started yelling in my mind, telling me that Snape was going to attack me and that I had to kill him. I tried to ignore it but the sight of that dagger combined with the words just overwhelmed me I guess, so I banished the dagger. He kept telling me to kill him and when I refused he cursed me for not doing as he had instructed of me" he explained in a quiet voice, but much steadier than his original words had been.
"Harry, I can assure you that Severus had no intention of harming you" said Dumbledore as he looked hard into Harry's eyes
"I know that, but I couldn't get his words out of my head, that's all I could hear" said Harry wearily as he closed his eyes once again resting his head against the cold stone of the wall
"Harry, there are several things I would like to discuss with you this evening if you still feel up to it, and that dagger was one of them" said Dumbledore
Harry opened his eyes and looked at his headmaster in curiosity.
"You knew he was going to give me that dagger?" he asked
"Of course I knew, I asked him to give it to you once he finished removing all of the poisons on the blade" explained the headmaster.
"Oh" was all Harry said, but then he reached his arm out in front of him and the weapon came sailing into his outstretched hand an instant later
Dumbledore smiled at the boy for a moment before approaching footsteps could be heard from around the corner, and Severus Snape came into view, black robes billowing out behind him like always. Dumbledore took the potion from his hand and gave it to Harry who uncorked the vile immediately and downed the dark liquid in one gulp, shuddering slightly from the taste. After another couple of minutes, his trembling had ceased almost completely and his face was almost back to its original color.
"Better?" asked the headmaster
"Much, thank you" replied the boy as he slowly got to his feet, only to nearly collapse a moment later if Dumbledore and Snape had not caught him under the arms to stop him from hitting the floor.
"Typical Potter behavior, thinking they can recover from something like that faster than anyone else" muttered Snape under his breath, earning him a glare from the afore mentioned student.
With Snape and Dumbledore supporting him, the three slowly made their way up to the headmasters' office where they set him gently upon the couch. He laid down and stayed still as the headmaster walked with Snape back down the stairs, both of them speaking quietly about something before the elderly mage returned and took a seat in one of the armchairs facing the couch. Harry opened his eyes and looked at the man before he sat up and spoke.
"He's getting stronger" he said simply and he saw the weary expression cross Dumbledore's face as the man nodded in comprehension.
"How much stronger?" he finally asked
"Quite a bit, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to hold the curse for as long as he did and still have any power left, and if I'm not mistaken, all the remaining death eaters probably felt it this time and not just Professor Snape" said Harry in a steady tone
Dumbledore nodded his head to confirm that he agreed with Harry, and that prompted the boy to continue.
"I don't know how much longer I can hold out like this" he confessed "It seems like anytime I am frightened, he gains strength" he said as he looked to the older man.
"Don't worry Harry, everything will work out for the best" he tried to reassure the boy before him, though he wasn't sure himself "as we speak, Severus, Sirius, and Remus are researching all possible leads for a way to destroy Voldemort's spirit and keep you safe"
"But will they find it before its too late" he said quietly, taking his eyes from the piercing blue ones and focusing instead on the dagger still in his hand "What was it you wanted to tell me sir?" he asked to change the topic. At this, Dumbledore's eyes seemed to light up the smallest amount as he stood and went to his desk with his back to Harry and picked something up. When he turned, Harry saw that he was carrying a very familiar sword that he recognized from his second year as well as a small book bound in black leather. Curious, he looked up to his headmaster who handed both items to him.
"What is this about sir?" he asked as he set to sword on the couch beside the dagger and opened the book.
"Harry, there are a few things you need to know" he began "Things that have been kept from you for your entire life, but you are old enough now to learn them" he said as he continued to look at the confused boy before him "That book belonged to your father Harry, it's the Potter family record and contains the names of all of your relatives, I'm quite sure you will find more than one surprise among its pages, but I must first tell you the history of your family name." at this, Harry's attention was immediately focused completely on the headmaster.
"Godric Gryffindor married a woman by the name of Marie Potter before he and the other founders came up with the idea of Hogwarts. They had two children, Luke and Sara, who were both quite powerful, like their father, but they came of age to start school after Hogwarts was formed, so naturally they both attended the school. Their father though, didn't think it would be fair for his children to be singled out by their name, so he enrolled them under their mothers maiden name so they would be treated by the other students and faculty as equal to everyone else and because of this decision, they were both able to make their own names for themselves instead of getting everything by their fathers name. Since then, all those who are descended from Godric Gryffindor were born with the Potter name. Only those in the family know of this though, and that is why you haven't found out the truth until now" he explained.
Harry was in shock. He had always known he was different somehow, but he put all of that off to him being the boy-who-lived. Just then, another thought came to his mind, one he found to be quite humorous.
"Guess that didn't work for me though did it?" he asked with a smile on his face
"No, it certainly did not, and it will probably be a long time before the wizarding world forgets the name Potter" Dumbledore said with a chuckle
"Well, is that how I was able to defeat Voldemort then? Because I'm the descendant to Gryffindor and he was the descendant of Slytherin?" asked Harry
"Partly, but that's not all of it" said the headmaster, turning serious again
"There's more?" groaned Harry, dreading what was to come.
"I'm afraid so Harry. It's true that all of Gryffindors descendants have been more powerful than average witches and wizards, but none have come anywhere close to the power you possess"
"What are you saying?"
"I'm saying that there is something more about your power that we still haven't discovered. So far, no one has been able to control wandless magic like you can do. Most average people become exhausted after one spell, but you are capable of casting them as one would with a wand and you have yet to suffer any ill effects because of it, and all without saying an incantation as well, which has been unheard of before now" explained the headmaster
"Why though?" asked Harry "Why me? Could it have something to do with Voldemort? Maybe I am somehow using his power as well as mine" said Harry, even though he knew that was not the truth, he knew that he hadn't been using anyone else's power except his own.
"You know as well as I do Harry that you are not using his power. If that were the case, how were you able to send the dementors back to Azkaban, or transport all of the death eaters away from here. Anyone with less power than you would have been killed by the cruciatus curse you were subjected to as well as the poison from that blade, but the fact that you are still alive shows me that your power comes from something else"
"Where?" asked Harry, determined to know the truth
"We don't know Harry" said the headmaster seriously "Perhaps it has something to do with your mothers heritage"
"But she was a muggle born, wasn't she?"
"Yes she was born into the Evans family. That was how her name was written in the Hogwarts record book, and a persons name always appears how they were born, so even if they were adopted their birth name would be how they were enrolled in the school" explained the headmaster "but there very well could have been witches and wizards in the Evans families past, perhaps there were just several generations of squibs born, we shall never know for sure, but the fact remains that you are most defiantly the most powerful wizard the world has ever seen, no matter what the circumstances"
This comment caused Harry's jaw to drop considerably, and all he could do was stare at the headmaster for several minutes before he found his voice.
"That can't be possible sir. There is no way I am the most powerful wizard. I can think of two others right now who are more powerful than I am" he said finally, refusing to believe the mans words
"And who might that be Harry?" he asked with a small smile pulling at the corners of his mouth
"You for one and defiantly Merlin" said Harry with certainty and he was startled to see the headmaster smile at him as though he found his statement humorous.
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A/N: I know this is kind of an awkward place to stop, but if I didn't stop here this chapter would have been like 40 pages long. Thanks for reviewing the last chapter and let me know what you think about this one!
After the group finished their meal, all but Harry decided to go onto the grounds for a snowball fight. Harry would have loved to join them, but he was on his way to meet the headmaster. When he arrived at the stone gargoyle, he was surprised to see the potions master waiting for him.
"Professor?" asked Harry, curious about the mans presence
"Harry, there is something I would like to give you" said the man, his coal black eyes fixed onto Harry, but for once, the look didn't cause Harry to squirm, instead, he was merely curious.
"What is it sir?" he asked, but what he saw next caused him to back up several steps before the man noticed. Snape had pulled a dagger from the folds of his robes in a swift and fluid motion. The mere sight of the silver weapon caused Harry's mind to explode with memories and feelings that turned his insides to ice and his face to loose all of its color. Images of Shaw pulling a blade from his robes and thrusting it into his side and the pain of the weapon came first, followed by images of Malfoy and the other death eaters standing around him as they took turns controlling the blades with their wands and cutting his flesh in agonizing patterns, and lastly, the image of Wormtail approaching him with another dagger and spilling his blood so that Voldemort could be reborn. These thoughts were flying through his mind as he saw the potions master reveal the blade from the folds of his black robes. Overwhelming fear overtook all of his senses and he stumbled back even further until he felt his back press into the stone wall of the corridor.
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Snape watched the boys' reaction in complete shock; he couldn't understand why he was reacting like this. He had planned on presenting Harry with the dagger that Shaw had used on him. When he had first seen the weapon after Poppy had removed it, he knew he had seen it somewhere before, but at the time he couldn't dwell on it as he was trying to figure out just what poisons had been put on the blade. It wasn't until several days later that he had sat down to research the daggers origins, and needless to say he wasn't very surprised by what he had discovered. But that was not the issue at hand, what he needed to focus on now was the boy who was cowering before him. Harry had now stopped backing away and was pressed into one of the stone walls, shaking terribly. His face was pasty white and his eyes were wide and unblinking as he starred at the weapon in Snape's hand.
"Harry what's wrong?" he asked in concern as he cautiously took a step toward the frightened boy, the dagger still in his hand, which turned out to be the wrong thing to do.
Harry immediately raised his hand and the dagger went sailing through the air to land with a loud clatter on the floor at the opposite end of the hall. At the same instant, Snape felt a burning pain shoot through his left forearm and he knew what was happening, Voldemort. He stopped in his tracks and starred at the boy, unsure about what the students next reaction would be, or even if it would be Harry in control of that action. Slowly, Harry's legs seemed to give out beneath his weight and he went sliding down the wall until he was sitting on the floor with his knees drawn tight to his chest and Snape could tell by watching the muscles tense up and his hands clenching into tight fists that the Gryffindor was experiencing the curse that he had spoke of the day before, the one he described as being ten times worse than the cruciatus.
That response could have only been triggered when Harry refused to do something Voldemort instructed of him and Snape didn't even have to use his imagination to try and figure out just what those instructions had been. Knowing there was nothing he could do to stop the curse before Voldemort decided to relent, he spun on his heel and gave the password to the gargoyle before yelling up the stairs to the headmaster to come quick. He then turned back to Harry and saw he was still sitting in the curled position on the floor, obviously under the curse.
Inwardly, he respected the boy, he knew he would not have been able to withstand the pain of such a curse without crying out, falling unconscious, or going insane after just moments of it and here was this seventeen year old boy who had been under it for close to two minutes now and was still refusing to do any of those things. He then heard the hurried footsteps of the headmaster behind him and turned to face the aged man.
"What happened Severus?" he asked in concern as he began to approach the child, but a firm hand on his arm stopped his advance and he looked to the potions master curiously.
"I'm not sure, I went to give him the dagger and he began to back away before he banished it. He then fell to the floor and I'm sure he is under that curse he spoke of" he said as he looked to the still tense boy before continuing "The mark is back, I'm not yet sure about who is in control, and until we know, it's probably best to keep our distance" he finished as he released the older mans arm from his grip.
"I agree, how long has he been under the curse now?" said the headmaster heavily as he stood his ground
"He's going on three minutes" he answered tersely
"In Merlin's name, he is strong, but is he this strong?" asked the headmaster under his breath
"I hope for all of our sakes he is" answered the black haired man
Just then, Harry visibly relaxed and leaned against the wall panting for breath and trying to still his trembling muscles. After several moments, he opened his eyes and saw the forms of his potions professor and headmaster standing nearly twenty feet away from him, both with their wands drawn, but neither had them trained on the boy. Drawing another deep but shuddering breath, he spoke to the two men.
"It's all right, it's me" he said in a hoarse voice, and both men relaxed immediately and approached him, kneeling on the floor before him.
"Harry, are you ok? Do we need to send for Madame Pomfrey?" asked the headmaster as he brushed a lock of sweaty hair from his forehead much as a concerned parent would do.
"No, I'll be fine, just give me a minute" said Harry as he closed his eyes again and continued to take deep steadying breaths.
"Severus, could you please go get the strongest post cruciatus potion you have and bring it to my office?" asked the headmaster as he continued to sit with the boy.
"Certainly Albus" he said and after shooting another concerned look at Harry he turned and made his way to the dungeons.
After Severus had been gone for several minutes, Harry opened his eyes again and looked into the worried face of Dumbledore.
"Harry, can you tell me what happened?" asked to old man quietly.
"I was coming to see you like we had planned, but when I got here, Professor Snape was waiting for me. He said he had something to give me and then he pulled a dagger from his robes. I didn't know what was happening, I was shocked and then he started yelling in my mind, telling me that Snape was going to attack me and that I had to kill him. I tried to ignore it but the sight of that dagger combined with the words just overwhelmed me I guess, so I banished the dagger. He kept telling me to kill him and when I refused he cursed me for not doing as he had instructed of me" he explained in a quiet voice, but much steadier than his original words had been.
"Harry, I can assure you that Severus had no intention of harming you" said Dumbledore as he looked hard into Harry's eyes
"I know that, but I couldn't get his words out of my head, that's all I could hear" said Harry wearily as he closed his eyes once again resting his head against the cold stone of the wall
"Harry, there are several things I would like to discuss with you this evening if you still feel up to it, and that dagger was one of them" said Dumbledore
Harry opened his eyes and looked at his headmaster in curiosity.
"You knew he was going to give me that dagger?" he asked
"Of course I knew, I asked him to give it to you once he finished removing all of the poisons on the blade" explained the headmaster.
"Oh" was all Harry said, but then he reached his arm out in front of him and the weapon came sailing into his outstretched hand an instant later
Dumbledore smiled at the boy for a moment before approaching footsteps could be heard from around the corner, and Severus Snape came into view, black robes billowing out behind him like always. Dumbledore took the potion from his hand and gave it to Harry who uncorked the vile immediately and downed the dark liquid in one gulp, shuddering slightly from the taste. After another couple of minutes, his trembling had ceased almost completely and his face was almost back to its original color.
"Better?" asked the headmaster
"Much, thank you" replied the boy as he slowly got to his feet, only to nearly collapse a moment later if Dumbledore and Snape had not caught him under the arms to stop him from hitting the floor.
"Typical Potter behavior, thinking they can recover from something like that faster than anyone else" muttered Snape under his breath, earning him a glare from the afore mentioned student.
With Snape and Dumbledore supporting him, the three slowly made their way up to the headmasters' office where they set him gently upon the couch. He laid down and stayed still as the headmaster walked with Snape back down the stairs, both of them speaking quietly about something before the elderly mage returned and took a seat in one of the armchairs facing the couch. Harry opened his eyes and looked at the man before he sat up and spoke.
"He's getting stronger" he said simply and he saw the weary expression cross Dumbledore's face as the man nodded in comprehension.
"How much stronger?" he finally asked
"Quite a bit, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to hold the curse for as long as he did and still have any power left, and if I'm not mistaken, all the remaining death eaters probably felt it this time and not just Professor Snape" said Harry in a steady tone
Dumbledore nodded his head to confirm that he agreed with Harry, and that prompted the boy to continue.
"I don't know how much longer I can hold out like this" he confessed "It seems like anytime I am frightened, he gains strength" he said as he looked to the older man.
"Don't worry Harry, everything will work out for the best" he tried to reassure the boy before him, though he wasn't sure himself "as we speak, Severus, Sirius, and Remus are researching all possible leads for a way to destroy Voldemort's spirit and keep you safe"
"But will they find it before its too late" he said quietly, taking his eyes from the piercing blue ones and focusing instead on the dagger still in his hand "What was it you wanted to tell me sir?" he asked to change the topic. At this, Dumbledore's eyes seemed to light up the smallest amount as he stood and went to his desk with his back to Harry and picked something up. When he turned, Harry saw that he was carrying a very familiar sword that he recognized from his second year as well as a small book bound in black leather. Curious, he looked up to his headmaster who handed both items to him.
"What is this about sir?" he asked as he set to sword on the couch beside the dagger and opened the book.
"Harry, there are a few things you need to know" he began "Things that have been kept from you for your entire life, but you are old enough now to learn them" he said as he continued to look at the confused boy before him "That book belonged to your father Harry, it's the Potter family record and contains the names of all of your relatives, I'm quite sure you will find more than one surprise among its pages, but I must first tell you the history of your family name." at this, Harry's attention was immediately focused completely on the headmaster.
"Godric Gryffindor married a woman by the name of Marie Potter before he and the other founders came up with the idea of Hogwarts. They had two children, Luke and Sara, who were both quite powerful, like their father, but they came of age to start school after Hogwarts was formed, so naturally they both attended the school. Their father though, didn't think it would be fair for his children to be singled out by their name, so he enrolled them under their mothers maiden name so they would be treated by the other students and faculty as equal to everyone else and because of this decision, they were both able to make their own names for themselves instead of getting everything by their fathers name. Since then, all those who are descended from Godric Gryffindor were born with the Potter name. Only those in the family know of this though, and that is why you haven't found out the truth until now" he explained.
Harry was in shock. He had always known he was different somehow, but he put all of that off to him being the boy-who-lived. Just then, another thought came to his mind, one he found to be quite humorous.
"Guess that didn't work for me though did it?" he asked with a smile on his face
"No, it certainly did not, and it will probably be a long time before the wizarding world forgets the name Potter" Dumbledore said with a chuckle
"Well, is that how I was able to defeat Voldemort then? Because I'm the descendant to Gryffindor and he was the descendant of Slytherin?" asked Harry
"Partly, but that's not all of it" said the headmaster, turning serious again
"There's more?" groaned Harry, dreading what was to come.
"I'm afraid so Harry. It's true that all of Gryffindors descendants have been more powerful than average witches and wizards, but none have come anywhere close to the power you possess"
"What are you saying?"
"I'm saying that there is something more about your power that we still haven't discovered. So far, no one has been able to control wandless magic like you can do. Most average people become exhausted after one spell, but you are capable of casting them as one would with a wand and you have yet to suffer any ill effects because of it, and all without saying an incantation as well, which has been unheard of before now" explained the headmaster
"Why though?" asked Harry "Why me? Could it have something to do with Voldemort? Maybe I am somehow using his power as well as mine" said Harry, even though he knew that was not the truth, he knew that he hadn't been using anyone else's power except his own.
"You know as well as I do Harry that you are not using his power. If that were the case, how were you able to send the dementors back to Azkaban, or transport all of the death eaters away from here. Anyone with less power than you would have been killed by the cruciatus curse you were subjected to as well as the poison from that blade, but the fact that you are still alive shows me that your power comes from something else"
"Where?" asked Harry, determined to know the truth
"We don't know Harry" said the headmaster seriously "Perhaps it has something to do with your mothers heritage"
"But she was a muggle born, wasn't she?"
"Yes she was born into the Evans family. That was how her name was written in the Hogwarts record book, and a persons name always appears how they were born, so even if they were adopted their birth name would be how they were enrolled in the school" explained the headmaster "but there very well could have been witches and wizards in the Evans families past, perhaps there were just several generations of squibs born, we shall never know for sure, but the fact remains that you are most defiantly the most powerful wizard the world has ever seen, no matter what the circumstances"
This comment caused Harry's jaw to drop considerably, and all he could do was stare at the headmaster for several minutes before he found his voice.
"That can't be possible sir. There is no way I am the most powerful wizard. I can think of two others right now who are more powerful than I am" he said finally, refusing to believe the mans words
"And who might that be Harry?" he asked with a small smile pulling at the corners of his mouth
"You for one and defiantly Merlin" said Harry with certainty and he was startled to see the headmaster smile at him as though he found his statement humorous.
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A/N: I know this is kind of an awkward place to stop, but if I didn't stop here this chapter would have been like 40 pages long. Thanks for reviewing the last chapter and let me know what you think about this one!