Mage

by Cataclysmic

AU: no OoTP events will be included. The final battle has been fought and won, but what is there left for Harry, Dumbledores final gift to the child that was the son he never had. Alternate Universe, well sort of...

3. 3 Life Stories

Mage

By Cataclysmic

Chapter 3

A multitude of emotions flooded James as he spotted that scar. Disbelief an emotion not so far of his previous emotion was present of course but was quickly being beaten down by emotions so long unfelt they felt new to him. Hope, and longing. Feelings he had closed off mere months after the death of his son eighteen years ago. The void that Harry left in their lives, all their lives was aching to be filled. And the scar, the scar was proof or as close to proof as they were going to get at the moment that Harry was who he said he was.

He would never forget that mark, the cut that had marred the otherwise angelic peaceful face of his dead son, who he had held lifeless in his arms, broken. His son never had the opportunity for the cut to scar, for his son had died, died because that was where he was hit with the Killing Curse.

The same mark both condemned and marked him as an impersonator, though granted an impersonator with a very good contact. Surely the mark would have faded with age? Surely this other Harry had not survived where his son had not? Only three people had known about the existence of the mark, it had been hidden by a glamour charm before the arrival of the authorities so as not to set him apart anymore than was necessary. Two of those people were in this room, himself and Lily and neither of them, he knew had told. The subject of their dead son was approached with extreme caution or not at all and then only by their closest friends. There were only two other possibilities, Sirius had told which he could not believe or that this Alternate Harry, this other version of his son was real. Just because it was extremely unlikely to be the former did not mean that he would leave it at that, James did not like to leave any stones unturned, he had learned his lesson on that account.

Was it possible, could this be his son, albeit from another dimension? He was not sure, and if he were to really really believe he would have to be sure. But this boy, who claimed to be their son, his and Lily's from another dimension, was not convincing him at the moment. He didn't even bother act as if he knew them, just another clown trying to make him name him the Potter heir, though a damn convincing one at that, he decided.

James tried to pacify himself; he would not be able to catch the impostor when he slipped if he didn't keep his temper in check. But damn-it this boy was not only hurting him, but he was hurting Lily as well. Well if he had learned anything in his stint as Minister it was how to wait patiently for an opening, an opponents mistake and how to pounce on it when it surfaced.

He pacified himself, this one would be harder than the others, this one was smart, however no matter how he fought it his mind kept wandering back to the scar and he could not stop wondering how the impostor had known about it, no one knew about it. That is except for Sirius and Lily and they wouldn't tell a soul, they had not even told Remus even though they trusted him with their lives, at least they did now he amended. But just to make sure, to be sure that Sirius had not let slip to anyone as soon as he had the chance he would write to Sirius, just to be sure.

It was surprising the number of impostors they had gotten over the years, but none had been as convincing as this one, if he was an impostor, even he had his flaws.

He didn't know why they, the impostors, had to prey on his family, there were hundreds of rich families out there that had lost family during the war, but they had got hardly a stir from the vicious gold diggers that came in droves after his fortune. For his son's fame as well he supposed. Yes this was just another impostor; it was too much to hope for anything else.

His son was dead, no one could change that, he had seen his lifeless body with his own eyes and though his son HAD taken the Dark Lord down with him, no one came back from the dead, it just didn't happen. Just like people didn't come from Alternate Dimensions.

Unflappable as always Albus continued in his showman's way pretending as though nothing out of the ordinary had occurred, pretending not to notice the room's reactions at all even as he was categorising every emotion and gesture of those he was watching. Circumspectly of course.

"Now that we have the introductions out of the way I was wondering if you two could please tell us a bit about yourselves and of course your world." Albus sprouted out excitedly, somehow managing to pull the look and sound of a kid in a candy store, which due to his age should have been impossible. Although he did spend a lot of time in Candy stores when he could, perhaps he learned to imitate them? It was either that or he had never truly grown up, which was of course, entirely possible.

Hermione and Harry exchanged glances, they were not comfortable with this situation being uprooted from one world and dumped into another was not really in the day-plan. However they were both sure that whatever the situation discussing the past would not be a pleasant topic. For either of them. Too many scars lay in their past, both physical and emotional, and far too many regrets. The fact remained however that they really had no choice in the matter, neither of them were stupid, they were stuck in this world at least until they found a way back, if they wanted to go back, but either way they would have to stay in this world for at least an extended period of time, they were going to need people they could trust, people that could trust them.  And it was painfully obvious that Harry needed Lily and James to trust him, maybe not to the world but she knew Harry, and she knew that he needed them even if they did not need him. They had to move on sooner or later, they were going to have to relive their horrible blood filled pasts, they were going to need to relate their war and they were going to have to do this in hopes that they would be accepted, accepted into a world they did not belong to, but hopefully one day would. She didn't kid herself she knew it was a very remote possibility that they would go back to their own world, not only would the procedure be incredibly complex but she was fairly sure that she did not want to go back, and she was very near positive that Harry would feel the same, judging from the look on his face. They now had something that they had been lacking for years, though it was not until just now that she noticed it, they now had hope, hope for a future. And if they had to relive the worst years of their lives to ensure themselves a place in this community than so be it. That did not mean that they had to be happy about it.

It was fairly obvious that this world was at peace. The 'guards' clumsy entrance had pretty much proved that, not to mention the open Floo gate, something they would have never had risked at home even if they knew someone was coming at a prearranged time it was just too dangerous. Peace was something that they had lacked for what seemed the larger portion of their life and even the peace they had experienced was only really half-hearted poisoned by corruption.

But could they do it? Were they really ready to relive the deaths of basically everyone close to them, people who had done nothing wrong other than be their friends, put their trust in them? It was worse for Harry she knew, at least she wasn't the cause of mass recruitments, a figurehead, a main target and a source of other people becoming targets just for coming into contact with him, She was not the Leader of the Light Side, she had not like him been showered in titles and hit with all the hard decisions that needed to be made. Sure she had done her fair share, more than her fair share, but no one had done more than Harry.

"I'm not sure that's such a good idea…" said Hermione tears welling up in her eyes as scenes of horror and destruction flew through her head "I'm not sure that we're ready to relive it."

"I agree with 'Mione, I'd really prefer we didn't talk about it, at all" Harry said his complexion considerably paler, his voice shaky at best. Confirming suspicions that whatever had happened in their world that these two were involved if not close to the action, which they found hard to believe, they were so young, and yet both held themselves as those who had fought in and see the worst and looked as though they had bourn the burden for years. Lily had felt Harry's body stiffen the moment the subject had been broached, she wished for his sake no matter how curious she really was that he would not have to relive his past. But she knew that was next to impossible not with James as sceptical as he was, what had happened in their world and their involvement in it would need to be explained to the Ministry if they hoped to live here, if they hoped to live in the wizarding world in any case. The public would of course want to know. And they needed to know, she needed to know, James needed to know, the Ministry needed to know exactly how much they could trust them. The public would not just accept the pair's story if they wouldn't tell of their world, what they had been through, how they had came to be here, no one could really trust them with the possibilities of their former world behind them, the possibilities of what they had been in their former world really, forever branded possible DARK WIZARD. They had to tell, or be under surveillance for the rest of their lives by the ministry, as they likely would be anyway…

Harry she was sure, would love all the attention, newspapers, WWN, everyone would want to know about the pair of dimension travellers, it wasn't something that happened everyday after all, and it would be a welcome change from all the pointless blather and gossip that the Daily Prophet printed day after day. After all Harry took after James and James had always loved being the centre of attention. After their Harry's death it was one of the few things central to James character that remained somewhat in tact, having one of your best friends betray you does change you a lot.

"I'm afraid it is necessary." James said harshly, earning himself a piercing glare from Lily who could feel the affect James aversion was having on Harry.

Lily could see she was likely facing an uphill battle with this, with Harry, with James with making James believe Harry. "Please Harry tell us." She practically begged, she knew he had to do this, if they didn't than James would likely dose them with Veritaserum or throw them in Azkaban. He was still hesitant, the stiffness had not left him but it had lessened a little.

"After all, we will have to tell the press something." James added reluctantly, in an effort to offset his wife's anger, voice softer with a small forced smile. No doubt if he was really James son or even an impostor he would love the attention, not that he intended this to reach the press, if he had his way this would be over before he left this room today.

Surprisingly this had the exact opposite effect than the one they had been expecting, instead of making Harry open up he instead seemed even more hesitant than before. Not that he was outwardly showing it of course, the only reason Lily could tell was because she could feel his bodies reactions, the involuntary tensing of his muscles. He was his own person then, she should have expected that, just because they looked alike did not mean that they thought alike. Though she had to wonder why anyone who had grown up with James would dislike the Press as much as Harry obviously did, amazingly his dislike even showed on his face, everyone in the room was made aware that Harry did not like the Press. Harry's carefully guarded emotions just seemed to spill out from beneath their barriers then and a look of pure horror dawned on his face, a quick glance at Hermione showed she sympathized with Harry, but was also on the verge of laughing at him. She certainly was a strange one. Very confusing at the very least and near impossible to read and as a politician's wife she knew how to read people, one moment she would have a readable emotion on her face and the next she would have the polar opposite. Little did she know that that was what Hermione was aiming for, how she had been trained to act, that and she was enjoying not having to live up to her serious reputation. During the time she was in school she had enjoyed being the studious, stern respectable one but she had still been a kid at heart and she over the past few years had not had a chance to express that, just her serious side and she was happy to exploit this time and use it just to have some fun, it didn't help that Harry's behaviour was just hilarious! It was just much too enjoyable to have fun at Harry's expense.

"We…Ah I mean we really don't have to tell the press do we?" he said trying to keep his voice steady and failing miserably as he seriously lost his composure in the end he only succeeded in sound like he was begging. Most of the colour had drained from his face and his façade of calm, tranquillity and blessed blankness had dropped. When actually faced with the Press he could now put up a pretty good performance, that didn't mean that he had lost his fear and wariness of them though. It just proved that he was a very good actor.

Hermione couldn't help it she burst out laughing. Control be damned this was just too funny not to laugh at, one of the most hated aspect's of Harry's life would follow him around no matter where he was, it wouldn't even stop following him in another dimension. He could not escape it; it was just his destiny to be hounded by the press. Continuing this line of thought she idly wonder whether there were journalists in Heaven? Oh she hoped so, it would be hilarious to watch, Harry would probably demand to be sent to Hell.

Wiping the tears from her eyes she turned to face her punishment, the accusing glare of Harry, was she ever glad she knew he would never, if she did not have that assurance she was sure she would be running for her life right about now.

"Sorry Harry" she said in the most sincere voice she could muster, not very sincere, whilst trying desperately to keep her face straight, and yet again not really succeeding. She couldn't help it, she giggled again, "Aww come on Harry it won't be that bad, So long as we make them promise to leave out the details…" she had started out talking in a baby voice causing him to glare even harder at her, but in the end she had to be at least a little serious, there was no way they could let the full story out.

"May I ask Ms. Granger what exactly you found so amusing" Dumbledore asked, pleased twinkle in his eyes, this pair were very cute, he especially liked the way Harry glared at her like he would love to kill her but knew he couldn't hurt a hair on her head at the same time, a very complex facial expression. He was near sure the pair were a couple, though obviously not yet married, not that it made much difference these days.

Hermione giggled again she couldn't help it, it was too funny. "It seems Harry is doomed to a life in the lime light" she explained vaguely, trying and not really succeeding to pull herself back together, poor poor Harry, NOT.

"Seeing as Harry is so reluctant to tell his tale, I shall do it for him. Seeing as I was there for most of it and told at various stages the rest of it, it should not be too much of a problem. However…" she said shooting a glance at Harry that no one but they could decipher, she continued after he slightly inclined his head "We are going to have to insist that for the time being that this does not go beyond this room, and we would appreciate it if precautions were taken to this affect, we would like to have a Blood Spell put in place." She finished looking grim; it was asking a lot of them fifteen minutes maybe not even that after meeting them to take part in a Blood Spell. Not only were they dangerous but whatever was said under a Blood Spell stayed under a Blood Spell even if they confessed to being mass-murderers in disguise under the Blood Spell they would not be able to arrest or use the information against them, they would not even be able to talk about the information gained accept under the terms instigated during the contracts making.

There were of course ways to remove yourself from a Blood Spell but such procedures were lengthy, painful, extremely difficult and unpredictable at best. Not to mention next to no one knew about them

"I think it would be safest and best for all of us here if Albus drew up the Spell." Hermione said after a moments thought, The Ministry people and probably James would not trust in the details of the contract if either she or Harry drew it they would expect foul play. And everybody trusted Albus Dumbledore. It surprised both Harry and Hermione therefore when James mounted a protest, though nobody else was.

"No, I think it would be best for Mr Oldfeild to draw the Spell." James countered, glaring angrily at Albus.

"One of the Unspeakables?" asked Hermione clearly sceptical.

James nodded.

"I really don't think that it is a good idea to trust a Ministry employee with something like this, they have a nasty habit of betraying people." Said Harry speaking up from his silence "No offence or anything, that's just been my experience. I would suggest Lily but I don't think she has the power to pull off the Spell without injuring herself."

James was clearly expecting Lily to protest this, she had cast Blood Spells before but she just sat there silently and didn't say a word. Very odd, very un-Lily-like.  

Sighing James resigned himself to Albus casting the spell; he closed his eyes and nodded.

Albus set about waving his wand in a complex manner over a piece of parchment, which began to glow a faint golden colour. Both Harry and Hermione were capable of creating a blood spell similar to this one, Harry could create a more powerful one even, but both doubted that those in the room would trust them enough to bind themselves to the contract, it was possible after all to silently add clauses as you created the contract, clauses that would not show up on the contract itself.

"For anyone unfamiliar with Blood Spells I will give you a brief explanation, a Blood Spell binds a person to an oath through a persons blood, in this particular case it will bind you to secrecy. Nothing that is said in this room during the set amount of time can be repeated outside this room until all parties of the Blood Spell are in agreement that it can. Should you attempt to break this oath you will cause yourself a great deal of pain, even greater than the Unforgivables but ten times more painful and essentially you will send yourself insane, in this blood spell I have also wound in a second function which will compel those in discussion Harry and Hermione to tell the truth similar effects will be incurred if they break this oath to activate the Blood Spell everyone here must shed a drop of their blood onto this parchment and repeat this oath." He finished holding up another piece of parchment that he had been scribbling on as he talked.

Everyone seemed a little reluctant to begin so Harry being Harry stood up and walked forward towards the desk, taking out one of his daggers he sliced it across his palm calmly, he was quite accustomed to Blood Spells and Blood Spilling and knew that the strength of the spell depended on the blood given gave a great deal more than entirely necessary and repeated the oath.

Turning Hermione had come up behind him with a solemn expression on her face knowing that a Blood Spell was not a good time to be laughing, the consequences were far to serious if the Blood Spell was faulty or had not been cast correctly. Hermione following Harry's lead slice the dagger he passed her across the palm of her hand, which was marred from previous Blood Spells, dark red blood flowed down her palm and onto the parchment as she watched with disinterest and was sucked into an invisible black hole in the parchment with a small flash of silver light.

One by one they all came forward and dripped their blood onto the parchment, only dropping tiny amounts of blood from their fingertips onto the parchment, one or two of them then sucking on their fingers to ease the pain, Harry just left the blood to flow from his palm while it slowly mended itself wandlessly and Hermione borrowed a handkerchief from Albus and wrapped it around her palm, Albus was the last to go and he like Harry and Hermione slashed the dagger across the palm of his hand, muttering the oath before bringing his wand out and bandaging the hand, saving the wound to deal with later, tossing the dagger a beautiful silver with emeralds embedded in its hilt back to Harry where it was deftly caught and placed back in his gauntlets blood remaining and all sat in silence waiting for someone to begin. It was eventually Hermione who snapped and brought an end to the silence.

"OK then if no one else is going to say anything I may as well, I'll tell Harry's story, then he can tell mine, no doubt he'll be wanting revenge on me for telling his story," she said with a devilish grin in Harry's direction "You might want to sit down James," she added looking in James direction where he had been standing looking sceptical for since Lily had rushed over to Harry. "This might take a while." Reluctantly James took his seat moving it so he could get a better view of Harry, Lily and Hermione.

"Well this story will start on the July 31st 1981, Halloween, the day the whole mess came to a head for the first time, the first time Harry faced Voldemort and lived." she said sombrely she had decided to tell it like it was with a little bit of flair to sufficiently embarrass Harry and hopefully bring him a bit further out of his shell, his father was not likely to accept him the way he was acting at the moment and she did not fancy being tracked and watched by the Ministry of Magic for the rest of her life. It was such a pity Albus hadn't the foresight to chuck a history book into the bargain, then they would not have to explain and just sit them in a corner and tell them to read, it would certainly be a lot easier than this was going to be.

"The Potters had recently been put under the Fidelis Charm with Peter Pettigrew as their secret keeper," she could see she had already scored a hit on the changes in the timeline chart. "The general community was under the understanding that Sirius Black was secret keeper and this view was encouraged, Sirius knew the Dark Lord would believe that he was secret keeper and come after him so he convinced Lily and James to change secret keepers to Peter without telling anyone. This was because he suspected Remus, after all no one suspects the rat until its too late"

Hermione took a deep breath, she could tell from the looks on Lily and James faces that the secret keepers had not happened in this dimension, but that Peter was still the traitor.

"Peter was a spy for Voldemort and not long after he had been made secret keeper Peter gave away the Potters location to the Dark Lord," she noticed with a sigh that no matter where you were there would always be those who would flinch at the Snake-man's name, it made her a little mad that she would never be able to stop this completely, it was such a foolish behaviourism she had discovered and anyway think of all that extra time you waste in an attack saying You-Know-Who instead of Voldemort, ' attack its You-Know-Who' what actually surprised her was that she had actually heard that once or twice, totally ridiculous in her opinion.

"Voldemort attacked the Potters on Halloween first killing James," here she looked at James with a sombre expression, even though until he had seen the scar he thought this was another hoax and after that he had still been extremely sceptical he was caught up in the tale and it shocked him slightly to find out he was dead in the other dimension, it made him kind of sad that if he believed in this that he still would not have been given the opportunity to get to know his son. "Who was trying to hold him off while Lily got herself and Harry out." She paused she didn't really want to tell them they were both dead but she didn't have much choice, not to mention once they found out about the Boy-Who-Lived it was going to take a while before she could continue, she sighed, why did I volunteer to tell Harry's story anyway? She asked herself. By now everyone minus Harry and Hermione were on the edge of their seats wondering what would happen next, like some sick soap opera except to them it had really happened.

"Lily was still in the upstairs bedroom when he came in, she begged him to take her instead, to spare Harry, he told her to step aside so he could kill Harry, but she wouldn't so he killed her." She took another deep breath "He moved on to Harry and sent the Killing Curse to him, but something went wrong and the curse bounced back and destroyed Voldemort instead, leaving Harry with the lightning shaped scar on his forehead, thus earning the title The-Boy-Who-Lived.

Finally one of the younger Aurors Angelina who had been on his house Quidditch team voiced the question on everyone's minds. "Harry how did you survive the Killing Curse" everyone except Hermione was on the edge of their seats, this knowledge he should possess could save millions of lives, people need not live in fear of a single curse from the moment they learned of its existence, was it possible to escape the Killing Curse? From what Herm had just said, it was possible and if it was possible than he must know how, right, right!

"Many theories have been put forward as to why Harry survived the Killing Curse the most prominent being that his mothers love saved him, this however has its flaws and after much discussion it was decided that it was more likely that it had more to do with Harry himself than anyone else, although his mothers sacrifice certainly helped." She paused because she had already lost everyone's attention; they were all looking at Harry who had a single tear streaking down his face, no doubt reliving his parent's deaths.

Harry snapped out of his reverie to find nearly everyone staring at his scar, he cursed the familiarity of it, everyone always has to stare at the scar. He was thankful however to find that three were just staring at HIM, those being Lily, James and Albus, Hermione was just looking concerned he noticed a slight dampness on his cheek, which Lily quickly wiped away for him, he smiled gratefully, building back up his emotionless walls he should not be this emotional, it was dangerous, and he certainly wasn't safe just because he was in a room or world where people had not been at war did not mean he was safe, he was Harry Potter not even Hogwarts was safe for him.

"If I told you it wouldn't help you." He stated simply "No one but me has the power to pull it off." He wasn't gloating they could tell that, they could feel the power radiating off him, and they knew he wasn't giving up the secret, they looked a little disappointed but they had never really expected him to be able to tell them anyway.

"Alas that is disappointing, Miss Granger could you please continue" Albus said turning his gaze back at Hermione.

"OK after Voldemort disappeared, Hagrid came to pick Harry up to take him to Dumbledore, Sirius who had gone to check on Peter and found him gone turned up and asked Hagrid to give Harry to him as he was his godfather" at this Lily and James nodded happy that even if they had died Harry would grow up with Sirius. "But Hagrid said no, he had orders from Albus and you know how he gets when Albus gives him orders." She said with a smile.

"Hagrid delivered Harry to the Dursley's where Dumbledore put him under their care, and Harry lived there until it was time for him to go to Hogwarts" a shriek of outrage could be heard from Lily and to a lesser extent James, how could their son be brought up by those barbarians!

James voice could be heard over the chattering that had broken out, "Why couldn't he live with Sirius?" he asked calmly as if dreading the answer.

Hermione sighed, she seemed to be doing a lot of that, "Sirius was in Azkaban for the murder of Peter Pettigrew and a dozen muggles that got in the way" with Sirius's temper they could imagine the murder of Peter, the traitor but a dozen muggles, not that can't be right!

"He was of course innocent" she said quickly seeing looks of disbelief on everyone's faces especially those who obviously knew the Sirius of this world. "Pettigrew framed him"

"Anyway, Harry lived with the Dursley's until he went to Hogwarts, and err well Hagrid had to use a little bit of 'magic' to get the Dursley's to let Harry come" Hermione smiled slightly at the thought of Dudley with a tail, it was quite a shame Hagrid had not completed his education, Dudley as a pig was quite an appealing thought…

Harry snorted obviously thinking along the same lines as her…

"Anyway on with the story, after a little persuasion Harry was allowed to go with Hagrid, and come to Hogwarts," Hermione sighed, time to get into the heavy stuff "OK then first year, well it started off with the sorting, Harry, myself and Ron were sorted into Gryffindor, Draco Malfoy was sorted into Slytherin and henceforth became our 'enemy'… Hows about I make this brief, first year involved Sorting, were both Gryffindor's, A troll, Harry getting on the Quidditch team, suspecting Snape, smuggling dragons OUT of the school, an evil DADA teacher with Voldemort possessing him, Three Headed Dogs, Devils Snares, The Mirror of Erised, Flying Keys, a Giant Game of Chess, Logic Problems that could result in getting poisoned and Harry in the Hospital Wing, not to mention a failed attempt for Voldie-Moldie to get back to life…" phew she let out her breath that took a lot to get out…

Harry snorted, "Not to mention that famous little line, "You could get killed, or worse EXPELLED!"

Hermione turned red and hid her head in her hands… she was never going to live that one down…

Taking a deep breath she continued "In Our second year Ron and his brothers Fred and George rescued Harry from the Dursley's in their fathers flying Ford Angelina and Harry spent the rest of his holidays at the Burrow, Lucius Malfoy planted an enchanted diary in Ginny Weasley's school supplies which caused her to be possessed by Voldemort open the chamber of Secrets and petrify a number of students, muggleborns, including myself Harry was accused of being the heir of Slytherin after we discovered at a duelling club that he could speak parseltongue, we attended a Death day party, Harry killed a Basilisk and faced off with a sixteen year old Tom Riddle, Harry freed the Malfoy's house elf Dobby who had repeatedly tried to 'save' his life throughout the year by nearly killing him and that's about all that happened in second year, oh yeah Lockhart lost his memory after one of his own memory charms backfired on him…"

"Anyway third year was pretty interesting Harry lost his temper at his Aunt Marge and blew her up like a balloon, ran away from the Dursley's and was pardoned by the Minister of Magic himself, Cornelius Fudge," she sneered his name and it was very obvious that she severely disliked the man, snapping out of her Fudge hating reverie Hermione continued wishing that the story of Harry's life was just that little bit simpler, she knew she was leaving out some major stuff but it was hard trying to remember all this in sequential order, "He spent the rest of his holidays at the Leaky Cauldron with some restrictions and found out the morning he we were going to the Hogwarts Express that the 'murderous convict' who had just escaped Azkaban wanted to kill him. Anyway on the way to school the train was stopped by Dementor's, Harry fainted as soon as they entered our cabin. Turned out that Harry didn't react well to Dementor's…" Hermione stated followed by a quick muttering of "understatement" from Harry.

"Anyway the Dementor's were there to guard the school from the evil escaped convict Sirius Black, Remus Lupin was our Defence Against the Dark Arts Teacher, in the top two best we ever had, certainly the one with less baggage even being a werewolf is better than the rest, anyway Harry learnt the Patronus Charm, Sirius broke into the school, Sirius gave Harry a Firebolt and I got it confiscated by McGonagall which made Harry and Ron stop talking to me for a little while, Malfoy tried to get Hagrid fired and Buckbeak executed and nearly succeeded, Goyle was bitten by a flobberworm, we found out that Sirius was innocent and that Peter Pettigrew who had been posing as a pet rat, Ron's pet rat was actually responsible for the deaths of Harry's parents, we managed to knock out Snape with a series of overzealous disarming charms (a fond smile) Peter got away when we got outside and Remus turned into a werewolf, Sirius was caught by the ministry and using a time turner Harry and myself were able to save Buckbeak from execution and rescue Sirius from the Dementor's Kiss, Snape announced to the school that Lupin was a werewolf and Lupin resigned."

"Fourth year saw the Triwizard Tournament and Voldemort coming back to life, Harry was chosen as a fourth champion because Barty Crouch Jnr. Confounded the Goblet of Fire into thinking there were four schools instead of three and entered Harry as the only member of that school, as it was magically binding Harry was forced to compete. The first task was the retrieve a Golden Egg from beneath a live dragon, which he managed quite successfully, the second task was to figure out a clue which led to retrieving a friend or family member from beneath the lake and the merpeople, which Harry procrastinated about and only succeeded with the help of an eavesdropping house elf, the third task was a maze which ended up with a wounded Harry and Cedric Diggory deciding to take the cup together, a Hogwarts victory, unfortunately the cup was a portkey and took them both straight to Pettigrew and a very weak Voldemort Cedric was killed on sight and Harry's blood was used in an ancient ritual that caused the Dark Lord to get his body back, Harry and Voldemort duelled and the reverse spell effect occurred because Harry and Voldemort's wands share cores, Harry escaped back to the school bringing Cedric's body with him and found out the Mad-Eye Moody was really Barty Crouch Jnr a Death Eater who had been teaching us all year under poly-juice potion.

"At the start of fifth year Harry was called to Albus's office and given the choice, the choice between a relatively normal life in which he would probably be dead before the end of his education at best or participation in the Asialia Accedes training program, the Mage program in which he would either Live and be incredibly powerful or die. It wasn't really pleasant but it was necessary."

"Harry excelled in the program, especially the fighting aspects and became the first full-fledged War Mage in two thousand years. After the completion of the program Harry began his campaign on the Dark Lord and earned all those pretty little titles and leadership positions, it soon became apparent that we were going to have to tell the muggles about magic if we were going to have any hope of winning this war as they were the main targets, well main in numbers anyway, by combining muggle military and magical means we were able to create some of the most destructive weapons in the universe."