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Chapter: 7171 the story of an heir

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Marcus's POV

Marcus ran to Ginny, dropping his wand as he got on his knees trying to wake the little girl, disregarding the fact he should be cautious. "Ginny! Are you O.K.?"

"She won't wake," said a soft voice.

Marcus jumped and spun around on his knees.

A tall, black-haired boy was leaning against the nearest pillar, watching. He was strangely blurred around the edges, as though Marcus was looking at him through a misted window. But there was no mistaking him

"Tom?-Tom Riddle?" Marcus cried as he saw the 16 year old boy.

"Hello Marcus."

Riddle nodded, not taking his eyes off Marcus's face.

"What d'you mean, she won't wake?" Marcus said desperately. "She's not - she's not -?"

"She's still alive," said Riddle. "But only just."

Marcus breathed a sigh of relief before staring at Tom.

Tom Riddle had been at Hogwarts fifty years ago, yet here he stood, a weird, misty light shining about him, not a day older than sixteen.

"Are you a ghost?" Marcus asked uncertainly.

"A memory," said Riddle quietly. "Preserved in a diary for fifty years.

He pointed toward the floor near the statue's giant toes. Lying open there was the little black diary Marcus had found in M.o.a.ning Myrtle's bathroom.

For a second, Marcus wondered how it had got there - but there were more pressing matters to deal with.

"You have to help me! Ginny is knocked out and the heir with his basilisk is somewhere here!"

Riddle didn't move. Marcus, sweating, managed to hoist Ginny half off the floor, and bent to pick up his wand again.

But his wand had gone.

"Did you see -?"

He looked up. Riddle was still watching him - twirling Marcus's wand between his long fingers.

"Thanks," said Marcus, stretching out his hand for it.

A smile curled the corners of Riddle's mouth. He continued to stare at Marcus, twirling the wand idly.

"Listen," said Marcus urgently, his knees sagging with Ginny's dead weight. "We've got to go! If the basilisk comes -"

"It won't come until it is called," said Riddle calmly.

Marcus lowered Ginny back onto the floor, unable to hold her up any longer.

"What d'you mean?" he said. "Look, give me my wand, I might need it -"

Riddle's smile broadened.

"You won't be needing it," he said.

Marcus stared at Tom who had a charming smile on his face.

"What d'you mean, I won't be -?"

"I've waited a long time for this, Marcus Potter," said Riddle. "For the chance to see you. To speak to you, hell, it's been more then 50 years sense I started to wish this, but as you don't know anything there is no point to discuss this wish, instead let's discuss a different matter."

Marcus was more confused then he was when he got his first T, more confused then when everyone in school turned their back on him because of his ability to talk to snakes, more confused then when his parents told him he has a twin, and when Marcus is confused he demands an explanation, at least if he wasn't in a deadly situation.

"Look," said Marcus, losing patience, "I don't think you get it. We're in the Chamber of Secrets. We can talk later -"

"We're going to talk now," said Riddle, still smiling broadly, and he pocketed Marcus's wand.

Marcus stared at him. There was something very funny going on here.

"How did Ginny get like this?" he asked slowly.

"Well, that's an interesting question," said Riddle pleasantly. "And quite a long story. I suppose the real reason Ginny Weasley's like this is because she opened her heart and spilled all her secrets to an invisible stranger."

"What are you talking about?"

"The diary," said Riddle. "My diary. Little Ginny's been writing in it for months and months, telling me all her pitiful worries and woes - how her brothers tease her, how she had to come to school with secondhand robes and books, how" -Riddle's eyes glinted "how she didn't think famous, good, great Marcus Potter would ever like her . . . .

It's very boring, having to listen to the silly little troubles of an eleven- year-old girl," he went on. "But I was patient. I wrote back. I was sympathetic, I was kind. Ginny simply loved me. No one's ever understood me like you, Tom ... I'm so glad I've got this diary to

confide in ... It's like having a friend I can carry around in my pocket"

Riddle laughed, a high, cold laugh that didn't suit him. It made the hairs stand up on the back of Marcus's neck.

"If I say it myself, Marcus, I've always been able to charm the people I needed. So Ginny poured out her soul to me, and her soul happened to be exactly what I wanted ... I grew stronger and stronger on a diet of her deepest fears, her darkest secrets. I grew powerful, far more powerful than little Miss Weasley. Powerful enough to start feeding Miss Weasley a few of my secrets, to start pouring a little of my soul back into her. . ."

He wanted to interpret, he wanted to tell the boy to go to hell, but just as he was about to interrupt the memory, he remembered his father once told him to always listen to a villain's monologue as it brings out the most important details.

"Ginny Weasley opened the Chamber of Secrets. She strangled the school roosters and daubed threatening messages on the walls. She set the Serpent of Slytherin on four Mudbloods, and the Squib's cat.

It took some time, but she finally became suspicious and tried to dispose of it. And that's where you came in, Marcus. You found it, and I couldn't have been more delighted. Of all the people who could have picked it up, it was you, the very person I was most anxious to meet, though if I knew what I know today, I would have been even more thrilled, even if a little afraid."

"And why did you want to meet me?" said Marcus. Unable to keep the anger from coursing through him, and it was an effort to keep his voice steady.

"Well, you see, Ginny told me all about you, Marcus," said Riddle. "Your whole fascinating history. " His eyes roved over the V scar on Marcus's forehead, and their expression grew hungrier. "I knew I must find out more about you, talk to you, meet you if I could. So I decided to show you my famous capture of that great oaf, Hagrid, to gain your trust -"

"Hagrid's my friend," said Marcus, his voice now shaking. "And you framed him, didn't you? I thought you made a mistake, but -"

Riddle laughed his high laugh again.

"It was my word against Hagrid's, Marcus. Well, you can imagine how it looked to old Armando Dippet. On the one hand, Tom Riddle, poor but brilliant, parentless but so brave, school prefect, model student ... on the other hand, big, blundering Hagrid, in trouble every other week, trying to raise werewolf cubs under his bed, sneaking off to the Forbidden Forest to wrestle trolls ... but Iadmit, even I was surprised how well the plan worked. I thought someone must realize that Hagrid couldn't possibly be the Heir of Slytherin. It had taken me five whole years to find out everything I could about the Chamber of Secrets and discover the secret entrance ... as though Hagrid had the brains, or the power!

"Only the Transfiguration teacher, Dumbledore, seemed to think Hagrid was innocent. He persuaded Dipper to keep Hagrid and train him as gamekeeper. Yes, I think Dumbledore might have guessed, probably cause he could see we are exactly alike."

"You are nothing alike!"

"Sure we aren't..." Tom's voice became sarcastic

"But it doesn't matter, I couldn't open the chamber again, so instead I left this diary that while doing what it was supposed to do, it would alsocontinue Salazar work."

"Well, you haven't finished it," said Marcus triumphantly. "No one's died this time, not even the cat. In a few hours the Mandrake Draught will be ready and everyone who was Petrified will be all right again -"

"Haven't I already told you," said Riddle quietly, "that killing Mudbloods doesn't matter to me anymore? For many months now, my new target has been -you."

Marcus starred at him.

"And while I didn't expected you to be the one who came in my footsteps, I have many questions to ask you."

"Like what?"

"Well," said Riddle, smiling pleasantly, "like, how is it that you a chubby boy with no extraordinary magical talent - managed to defeat the greatest wizard of all time? How did you escape with nothing but a scar, while Lord Voldemort's powers were destroyed? But now that I met you I know why, it doesn't matter, what should be the real question is why did he chose you? What is so special about you?"

There was an odd red gleam in his hungry eyes now.

"Why do you care?" said Marcus slowly. "Voldemort was after your time ...

"Voldemort," said Riddle softly, "is my past, present, and future, Marcus Potter . . . ."

He pulled Marcus's wand from his pocket and began to trace it through the air, writing three shimmering words:

TOM MARVOLO RIDDLE

Then he waved the wand once, and the letters of his name rearranged themselves:

I AM LORD VOLDEMORT

"You see?" he whispered. "It was a name I was already using at Hogwarts, to my most intimate friends only, of course. You think I was going to use my filthy Muggle father's name forever? I, in whose veins runs the blood of Salazar Slytherin himself, through my mother's side? I, keep the name of a foul, common Muggle, who abandoned me even before I was born, just because he found out his wife was a witch? No, Marcus- I fashioned myself a new name, a name I knew wizards everywhere would one day fear to speak, when I had become the greatest sorcerer in the world!"

Marcus at that point has to summon all of his courage to say the next words

"You're not," he said,

"Not what?" snapped Riddle.

"Not the greatest sorcerer in the world," said Marcus, breathing fast. "Sorry to disappoint you and all that, but the greatest wizard in the world is Albus Dumbledore. Everyone says so. Even when you were strong, you didn't dare try and take over at Hogwarts. Dumbledore saw through you when you were at school and he still frightens you now, wherever you're hiding these days -"

The smile had gone from Riddle's face, to be replaced by a very ugly look.

"Dumbledore's been driven out of this castle by the mere memory of me!" he hissed.

"He's not as gone as you might think!" Marcus retorted. He was speaking at random, wanting to scare Riddle, wishing rather than believing it to be true

Riddle opened his mouth, but froze.

Music was coming from somewhere. Riddle whirled around to stare down the empty Chamber. The music was growing louder. It was eerie, spine-tingling, unearthly; it lifted the hair on Marcus's scalp and made his heart feel as though it was swelling to twice its normal size. Then, as the music reached such a pitch that Marcus felt it vibrating inside his own ribs, flames erupted at the top of the nearest pillar.

A crimson bird the size of a swan had appeared, piping its weird music to the vaulted ceiling. It had a glittering golden tail as long as a peac.o.c.k's and gleaming golden talons, which were gripping a ragged bundle.

A second later, the bird was flying straight at Marcus. It dropped the ragged thing it was carrying at his feet, then landed heavily on his shoulder. As it folded its great wings, Marcus looked up and saw it had a long, sharp golden beak and a beady black eye.

The bird stopped singing. It sat still and warm next to Marcus's cheek, gazing steadily at Riddle.

"That's a phoenix" said Riddle

"Fawkes?" Marcus breathed, and he felt the bird's golden claws squeeze his shoulder gently

"And that -" said Riddle, now eyeing the ragged thing that Fawkes had dropped, "that's the old school Sorting Hat -"

So it was. Patched, frayed, and dirty, the hat lay motionless at Marcus's feet.

Riddle began to laugh again. He laughed so hard that the dark chamber rang with it, as though ten Riddles were laughing at once

"This is what Dumbledore sends his defender! A songbird and an old hat! Do you feel brave, Marcus Potter? Do you feel safe now?"

Marcus didn't answer. He might not see what use Fawkes or the Sorting Hat were, but he was no longer alone, and he waited for Riddle to stop laughing with his courage mounting.

"To business, Marcus," said Riddle, still smiling broadly. "Why did he choose you? What is it about you that is so special he went after you to the point of losing his body?

Tell me everything. The longer you talk," he added softly, "the longer you stay alive."

Marcus was thinking fast, weighing his chances. Riddle had the wand. He, Marcus, had Fawkes and the Sorting Hat, neither of which would be much good in a duel. It looked bad, all right ... but the longer Riddle stood there, the more life was dwindling out of Ginny ... and in the meantime, Marcus noticed suddenly, Riddle's outline was becoming clearer, more solid ... If it had to be a fight between him and Riddle, better sooner than later.

"I seriously have no idea why, but it doesn't matter, I defeated you twice and I will defeat you again!"

Riddle's face contorted. Then he forced it into an awful smile.

"I guess it doesn't matter, I have to defeat you to survive and become stronger! I will win!

Let's see if you can use your specialty! Mine is controlling the basilisk!"

Taking a big breath, Tom yelled

"Speak to me, Slytherin, greatest of the Hogwarts Four."

Marcus wheeled around to look up at the statue, Fawkes swaying on his shoulder.

Slytherin's gigantic stone face was moving. Horrorstruck, Marcus saw his mouth opening, wider and wider, to make a huge black hole.

Harry's POV

The horror Harry felt from the speech of teen Voldi was unimaginable, as although most of the speech was mostly the same as the one in the books, the part that changed said it all, horcruxes could sense each other and apparently devour each other to grow stronger, which meant he had to find a way to not only find if he is a horcrux, but also to get rid of it as soon as possible!

As Harry saw the mouth of the statue open, he clenched his secret weapon inside his weapon, a pinky size stone

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Chapter: 7272 a mistake and one punch mind

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TMR's POV

As the basilisk came out Tom was ready to celebrate, after all, even if the boy had a spacial ability that made his main body choose him as a horcrux, and even if you consider how he is still weak, the boy's situation was much worse.

he is not only with only two years training in magic, nor does he have the memories of the original body, hell, even his teacher for this year DADA suck.

And even if he has had all of the above, this is Salazar's 1000 years old 50 meters long, eye killer, venom melting basilisk!

The boy had no chance!

Tom would devour him, move to devour the other horcrux in Hogwarts, and then search for the main soul to devour it too, he would become real! He would gain the spacial abilities the bodies of the other horcruxes possess!

As he was day dreaming he almost missed Dumbledore's Phoenix flying from Marcus shoulder and scratch the eyes of the gigantic snake.

"No!" He yelled "kill him!"

It was at that point Marcus started running, hat on his head and the basilisk in his foot steps.

It didn't take the basilisk long till he caught him, and even as he saw the boy taking a hilt of a sword out of the hat he wasn't worried, after all he just has to kill him, not mentioning the fact that not all the sword came out, it looked stuck.

But just as he was about to win, a rooster's crowing was sounded loudly in the chamber.

"Noooooooooo!" Tom yelled, cursing Dumbledore, who he knew was at fault, but it was too late, as the basilisk died.

Tom almost fall in despair, till he saw the basilisk's fang nicked the boy

"Fawkes," Tom heard the boy say thickly. "You were fantastic, Fawkes . . . ."

The stupid bird lay its head on the spot where the serpent's fang had pierced Marcus.

Thinking about every dark lord he read about, Tom remembered this is the part he is supposed to mock the boy.

"You're dead, Marcus Potter," he said, laughing. "Dead. Even Dumbledore's bird knows it. Do you see what he's doing, Potter? He's crying."

He saw Marcus was crying also, which made him truly wonder what the main soul saw in him.

"I'm going to sit here and watch you die, Marcus Potter. Take your time. It is like this entire year I was eating regular boring food, but today, today I'm feasting! So I'm in no hurry."

Suddenly a piece of information passed through his mind.

"Get away, bird," he said quickly. "Get away from him - I said, get away --"

there was a bang like a gun, and the Phoenix took flight again in a whirl of gold and scarlet.

"Phoenix tears. - .""Get away, bird," said Riddle's voice suddenly. "Get away from him - I said, get away --"

Harry raised his head. Riddle was pointing Harry's wand at

Fawkes; there was a bang like a gun, and Fawkes took flight again in a whirl of gold and scarlet.

"Phoenix tears. - ." He cursed quietly, staring at the boy's arm. "Of course ... healing powers ... I forgot. . ."

Smiling, with way less confidence then he wished he had.

"But it makes no difference. In fact, I prefer it this way. Just you and me, Marcus Potter ... you and me...

He raised the wand

Then, in a rush of wings, the Phoenix had soared back overhead and threw something at a fang of the basilisk and only half way through he realized what it was.

"Nooooooooooooooo!" Tom at that moment forgot about Marcus, he forgot he wasn't entirely alive yet, but most importantly, he forgot he was a wizard.

He jumped, trying to catch the diary that host his soul, but he was too late, the diary was stabbed and he was doomed to die, knowing it was his last chance, he released his soul from the container and with only the soul parts connection's he threw himself into the most important fight of his life, a fight for a vessel.

Harry's POV

(A little bit before)

When Harry saw Marcus trying, unsuccessfully, to get the sword out of the hat he wanted to laugh, and he would have, if it didn't mean giving away his location. Instead, he did the one thing he didn't want to do, as doing otherwise would mean having himself under Dumbledore's watch, he saved the boy.

It wasn't hard, he took out the rock in his pocket, casted an invisibility Charm and Sonorus on it and then released the transfiguration he did before going down to the chamber for the first time, changing the rock back to the rooster who released a crow that with the amplification charm made the cave shake or maybe it was the giant snake falling.

Ether way, the cave shook, and Harry used the time to change the rooster back to a rock and go to a corner to sit there and watched the rest of the movie-like scene.

A few seconds after the diary was stubbed by Fawkes with the basilisk fang, Harry felt something moving past the first trap in his mind and trying to find a way past his maze.

"How is it possible?" He heard the transpasser yell and identified him as little Voldi.

"How can this boy have such an advance Occlumency at this age, yet be as idiotic as he seems?"

If Harry was a character in the book he would have talked to the partial soul, maybe give it a chance of survival.

But Harry knew that in this world giving someone a chance is asking to die, and Harry wanted to not only live, but to win.

Gathering 50% of the magical power he put in the ice Occlumency, he created a huge, punch-like block of ice to smash the soul.

After finishing, Harry decided to leave the chamber and go rest for a bit, after all, it felt like a long day.

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Chapter: 7373 House elves the most dangerous of creatures

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Albus's POV

You can't be named the greatest wizard since Merlin without always having contingency plans.

Yes, while everyone thought that to be a strong wizard you need powerful magic and

Immense power, Albus could tell you the most important thing to have to become almost as famous, almost as influential as Merlin is by knowing everything about everyone and be prepared to everything.

It's not that being powerful isn't important, both Gellert, with the elder wand and Tom, with his natural talent and dark rituals were much more powerful then him, yet both lost.

It is why he made sure divination is being looked down upon by everyone in magical Britain while he has a mastery in it.

It is why he hasn't let anyone know Sirius Black is innocent, while making sure Pettigrew think his only way of survival is by staying in his rat form for 11 years, as while the first man was a veritable, while the other man is too useful of an unwilling informant to put in Azkaban but not to stay like in the grace of the death eaters he needed to disappear.

It was why he fight the Potters not to send their one year old child to Lily's sister, as every time and in every way he used divination he couldn't see the child with James and Lily so his wish for Marcus to have all the love and attention he can get so he wouldn't be like Tom would happen.

And it is because of that, that Albus, the man who pride himself in being in the know in every situation was in a distress.

This incident, according to what Marcus told him and what he saw in the boy's memories, didn't go according to plan.

Tom didn't say they were alike, which wouldn't cause Marcus to try as hard as he can to be different, Marcus hasn't managed to take Gryffindor's sword out of the hat, which meant he wasn't brave enough, but most of all, someone else killed the basilisk, someone he knew nothing about, which could mean someone else has the ability to talk to snakes, and while he knew where Marcus got it and the way to get rid of it (AN:????) he didn't know anything about the other parselmouth.

If this was the only incident he would have be upset but wouldn't be in distress, but combining with last year's theft of the philosopher's stone, mirror of Erised, and THE invisibility cloak (it took him one look into the boy's mind to while searching for information about it to know it's gone)

it is obvious there is another player in the game of whom he knew nothing about and who knew the situation much more then Albus wanted anyone to.

As Albus gave Marcus and Ron 300 points each for doing the right thing and saving the school,(enough to win the house cap again) he couldn't stop thinking about the mystery person who changes every important thing in his plans.

Marcus's POV

Marcus was so happy until Malfoy senior walked in.

Marcus didn't care about what he had to say, as they all knew Lucius won't have his wish at kicking Professor Dumbledore from school.

No, the reason Marcus stopped being happy when Lucius came in is that his house elf came with him.

"Dobby!!!!"

"You know my house elf?" The pure bloods raised his right eyebrow

Marcus knew that if he would say anything the house elf would be punished, even if only for outside perspective, but it was enough for him.

"He is the house elf who tried to kill me! Is it because you told him to do it?"

Another eyebrow went up.

"Believe me I did no such thing. I would punish him throughly when we come home."

As the blond and the house elf turned around, Marcus stopped looking at them, turning his eyes to the headmaster to ask about how Ginny got the diary, which is why, ironically, he missed the signals Dobby sent him about the diary, missing the chance to get a true friend in the form of the little elf

Harry's POV

Harry really wanted to have rest, but he wanted something else even more- a house elf.

Which is why he was here, hiding in the hallway near the headmaster's office waiting for the one elf he knew was soon to be free.

But saw Malfoy senior and his elf walking with no one chasing them he knew he had to do something.

Luckily, as he was still magically tired from keeping the transfiguration of the rooster for weeks and mentally tired from his one punch battle with young voldy, all a person really needs to free an elf which doesn't belong to him is knowledge and ability about how to do a little bit of conjunction, controllable depulso, and a willing elf to be free, and he has all of the above.

After conjuring a few underwear on the head of Lucius, he casted a depulso on them to go Dobby's way.

A quick catch later and there was one more free elf in the world, but hopefully, not for long.

Dobby's POV

Dobby is a terrible elf!

Dobby used to be a bad elf, but now Dobby is the worst!

Dobby didn't love his masters.

Dobby didn't help them in everything Dobby can.

Dobby didn't even want to!

And all of this is without mentioning how Dobby was trying to sabotage his master's plans.

Yes, Dobby was a bad elf.

But at least Dobby wasn't a free elf, and Dobby did what every elf should do whenever he fails to complete master's assignment— Dobby punished himself.

So Dobby was a bad elf but Dobby wasn't terrible! At least until today.

Today Dobby heard how Dobby's master almost killed a little girl, and in a split of a moment, mostly because of a deep instinct to avoid pain and punishment, Dobby reached toward the underwear that Dobb's master through on Dobby, while severing the bond of the bad master with Dobby.

Dobby took only a second to regret Dobby's actions, Dobby was now a free elf, but Dobby also became known as an outcast in the elves society, a stigma which can only be removed by having an owner.

Dobby knew Dobby should never cry about himself, crying is only when you are happy to help or unable to help.

So Dobby smiled, making himself happy about being free, about having no friends, about having nowhere to live.

"Dobby is freeeeeeeeeeee"

He screamed as sniffling of 'joy' fell down as he popped in his search for a new job

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Chapter: 7474 a personal elf and bone marrow

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Harry's POV

"Dobby." Harry called once he was in the room of requirements.

"Who called Dobby?" Dobby said after popping into the room.

"Hey Dobby, I'm Harry Peverel and I would like to offer you a job."

"Mr. Peverel want Dobby as his house elf?" Said Dobby with tearful expression.

"First of all call me Harry. Second, Yes, I would. Do you want to be my house elf? It would be fine if you just want an employment..."

"Yes Dobby would like that."

"So let's talk about how much shall I pay you."

"Harry Peverel would pay Dobby?" You could see the concept of payment hasn't even made itself known yet in the house elf's mind.

"Of course, you are a free elf, you deserve to be paid." Harry knew from the books that Dobby wanted freedom and payment.

"So Harry Peverel don't want Dobby being his house elf?" Dobby asked confusing Harry.

"Of course I do, but you are free, don't you want to stay like that and be my house elf?"

"Dobby wanted being Marcus Potter's house elf until Marcus Potter told Dobby's old bad master to punish Dobby. Now Dobby only want a master that is good, who won't ask Dobby to do bad things and won't do them himself."

Harry thought he got it, in the books Dobby wanted canon Harry to be his master but canon Harry never suggested it so he decided to stay free.

Now with Marcus betray, Dobby only wanted to have someone else to serve.

"O.K. If that's what you want, you can become my house elf."

"Dobby is so happy master want him."

A flash of light appeared and Harry could feel the bond between him and Dobby.

"Now that we are bonded I have two requests. First of all, you should know when I'm outside of Hogwarts, I'm usually in the muggle part of the world, which means I can't have you call me master as in the muggle world It it's forbidden so from now on call me Harry."

In truth Harry wasn't comfortable being called master so he used it as an excuse.

"Great ms... Harry is letting Dobby call him by his name, Dobby is grateful to have such a wonderful mas.. Harry!"

'It appears that it would take him some time getting used to call me by my name' thought Harry before telling him the second request.

"Secondly, I need you, whenever there is no one in this room, Whenever we are in class or in summer vacation, to come outside this room, walk three times where the door is supposed to be while thinking about needing to hide things and come inside the door that appears, the room is messy and I need you to organize it without touching any of the dark magic, can you do it for me?"

"Yes, mast... Harry!"

After which Harry when to sleep, he really needed one.

A day later

Luna's POV

Luna was so happy, her childhood friend is safe, the school won't close, and most importantly, there are no tests this year, which means she can use the next few weeks to learn magic with her Harry.

'Her Harry? Where did this thought came from?'

Though as much as it embarrassed her, if she was honest with her self, she might have a crush on the black haired boy with his tall, muscling figure, emerald eyes and powerful, yet controlled, colorful yet orgenized aura and of course, the peace she had when she was near him, with no small creatures flying near in and out of his ears. Yes the boy was perfect, if only... A small sigh escaped her lips, if only she didn't have a competition known as Daphne Greengrass, a girl too pretty to be real, a girl who Luna felt was trying to steal her friend and knew from the Wrackspurt that came to Daphne's ears and the way they danced when ever she looked at him, that she was trying to use him.

It was the reason she didn't like her, it was the reason she was competing with her whenever they were having one of the muggle lessons about biology once a month in which Daphne joined. She wanted Harry to see she was much better then that girl.

Just like now, in an abandoned classroom as Harry didn't want Daphne to know about the ROR (a fact that made her happy every time), and they were learning about blood.

"Bone marrow is a spongy substance found in the center of the bones. It manufactures bone marrow stem cells and other substances, which in turn produce blood cells. Each type of blood cell made by the bone marrow has an important job. Red blood cells carry oxygen to tissues in the body..."

While Luna found the subject fascinating, a quick look in the direction of Daphne she could see the girl had much more fire in her eyes then usually.

'I wonder why?' Luna thought, before putting her entire attention back into learning to the 'professor'.

Daphne's POV

As Daphne heard about the bone marrow's job and the muggle's way of transplanting it her eyes lit like fireworks, her sister's blood curse can be cured!

It's why she stayed after the 'class' her business partner taught.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"What?"

"That the only thing we need to do to save my sister is taking out her old blood stem cells in and create them again with potion?"

"Oh, that. Because it wouldn't work. As I told you before, while the curse might be in the blood, although I wouldn't know without studying her blood. Even if it is, the bone marrow that you would regrow would be identical to the first, which means you would accomplish nothing."

"And what about transplanting blood stem cells from someone else?"

"While that might work, thought wouldn't know with out learning what is that curse and if it is blood related, you would need someone who is a perfect match to donate their blood stem which based on what I can tell, would be much harder to find as I don't know if magical people's bone marrow is affected by magic or affect their magic, I know you wouldn't want to save your sister only to mage her a squib, and even if we succeed in everything, she could die from the procedure.

Even if the worst doesn't happen, even if everything is fine, her descendants would still have to suffer from the curse."

"So the only way we have is change her DNA? Her, as you called it in your book, vary being?"

It was at that point that she started screaming and crying

"There might be another way, but right now I can't see it." Even though she could barely see him, Daphne could heat the helplessness in his voice

It was then that Harry did something Daphne didn't expect, he hugged her.

"Don't worry, we are making progress. We would save your sister, we just need time."

It was then that Daphne decided to make sure Harry and her get the device that give a person more time, as she would do anything to save her sister

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Chapter: 7575 Fidelius and plundering

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Harry's POV

Harry was alone in the ROR, in the middle of trying to figure out a way around the need of a trusted secret keeper in the Fidelius Charm, one of the few times he had to be alone to do as it involved concentration that left him unable to use a wand to cast in that level as it has too much of waving, and with no tests to learn for this year, Luna stayed with him every second of the day except for classes, and while he loved her and trusted her more then any other human being, he didn't trust her completely with his wandless abilities and with the level of his casting, and in class Daphne started to sit next to him in classes, looking suspicious at how average he was doing in most of them while trying to help him, probably to get him to owe her.

That left him small amount of time to work on things like the Fidelius Charm.

Right now, the most he managed to do is changing the needed soul from a magical human soul to either any human being or a magical creature, although the regular human would take much more magic to cast and the magical creature would need a little bit more magic and the ability to talk as it would need the ability to pass the knowledge to other people.

It was at that point that Harry felt sad for the first time about freeing Lola (AN: His snake)

Flashback

Five days before the start of his first year

Harry was sitting on his new bad, in his new apartment, talking to Lola.

It's been two weeks since his parents died, 'no! They were murdered', and the only living he talked to except doctors, cops, social workers and a judge is Lola, a snake whose only conversation topics are food, nests and coupling, and he really didn't need the knowledge of the enjoyment a female snake get from it.

Even he could see how unhealthy having her as a companion, mentally, as he only talked to a snake and physically as he could become an enemy of Dumbledore the second he becomes known as a parselmouth.

"Lola, if you had a choose, would you like to be free?"

He decided to give her the choice, for even though he should leave her, he owed her that much.

"Free. sand. ground. plants. food. male. eegs. Children."

She wants to be outside, that much was obvious, and Harry was happy to provide her the chance to do it.

End flashback

Now Harry lost the chance to do this spell for as long as he need a trusted companion as he had no wish to get another snake.

Just as he lament about it, Dobby came in with a plate of fruits.

Harry would have hug Dobby if he didn't fear the elf would faint.

"Have I ever told you how much I love you?"

"NNN...No Harry, we just bonded two weeks ago." Dobby's face became red while he did an excellent Quirrell impression.

"Well I do, but most importantly, I totally trust you with my secrets."

"Rrr...really? It's an honor." The little elf's eyes sparkled.

"Yes, I trust you so much, that I would like you to become my secret keeper."

Apparently Dobby knew what it meant as when he heard those words he knocked himself out.

It took 15 minutes to wake Dobby up, calm him down and explain exactly what Harry wanted from him, mostly because he kept asking "Do Harry really want Dobby to be his secret keeper?" But when they where done Harry got himself a secret keeper who knew to tell Harry immediately about the secret.

Harry wasn't sure what information should he hide as you can only use the spell once, and only to hide one thing, after that, to hide something different you would have to cancel the previews charm.

In the end, Harry decided he would choose the thing that would let him have the best way way of using this defensive spell, as an attack.

Focusing his intent about his magical power and wandless abilities, he called "secretum custode Magia potentia non est magic.u.m"

Feeling his magical power leaving him and knowing some knowledge he once had was leaving with it was the most horrifying feeling he ever had, he felt like he was drowning, he couldn't see, he was shaking, and his chest hurt.

A small part at the back of his mind knew it was a panic attack but the much larger part was losing it shit.

Only by using the part in his Occlumency Snape taught him was he able to calm himself enough to let Dobby tell him be in the known of the secret and be able to breath again.

He now understood why the instructions said to have as less people as possible in the know on the secret before casting the charm.

Knowing something and having it ripped of your mind is an experience Harry never wanted to experience again which not only meant this was the only time he would ever use this charm, but that his next charm project is finding a defense against it before the fourth year.

Harry massaged his head as he thought about that, and decided to take the rest of the day off.

Two days later

This day was supposed to be the first day of testing, which meant that except the fifth and seventh years who had the O.W.L and N.E.W.T respectively, the entire school's student population was celebrating, except two people.

Hermione, who wanted to know how good was she doing even if she was petrified for months, and Harry, Harry was spending this lovely day in the chamber of secrets, taking everything that is worth anything out of the basilisk corpse after searching for clues and failing in finding Salazar's legacy, of which he heard Anastasia mentioning in her legacy room.

Why did he do it today instead of in the summer as he planed?

Because of what he heard yesterday.

Flashback

Harry was on his way back from the ROR when he saw professor McGonagall and Professor Snape arguing, as he had invisibility and a notice me not charm on himself, he only took his wand out to put a silencing curse on himself before moving closer to the two professors to listen.

"Why do I need to explain it to you again?" the transfiguration professor said with a profound sigh. "Because I can't seem to understand why does the boy who admit led himself to only run away and was luckily saved by a mysterious rooster cry get the 1000 years old basilisk's corpse? A basilisk whose body parts could advance the potions industry, magizology, create light armors that can save a few auror's life, and cure several dozens of people! Why would we give it to a child who in best case scenario wish to hang it in the wall of his house like a price, but would probably sell it to the highest bidder, of whom we can only hope won't be goblins, as with this corpse they can probably manufacture war instruments and maybe win the next Goblin VS Human war"

Harry was happy he has put a silencing curse, as he couldn't help laughing when he heard the ridiculous suggestion that goblins need the corpse to win the next Goblins VS Wizards war, as the goblins won every single war there was between wizard kind and them. At least according to the history Bogrod taught him, and the little pieces he got from the history professor when it reached his ear, while it sounded like the professor was only talking about goblin wars in his monotone voice because he is boring, he was actually trying to tell the students everything is a lie and to be carful when dealing with goblins.

When Harry stopped laughing he missed what professor McGonagall told professor Snape, and could only hear half the answer of the potion's professor.

"... talent to speak with snakes I would never have let the potters take the corpse in the summer."

After that the two continued to argue but Harry's thoughts were in the chamber, looting it from everything it is worth.

End flashback

After that, Harry went to sleep, only to wake up a few hours later and go to the chamber to the most gruesome and tiring job he had, as basilisks had a magic resisting skin he had to work on the skin with the knives he made in his blacksmithing lessons, a thing that would take him all day by himself, luckily he had help in the name of Dobby, so it would only take all morning

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Chapter: 7676 end of second school year

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Harry's POV

Harry used the last week and a half to the best he could.

His magical control got to the middle of fifth year, yet his transfigurations is stuck on switching charm, as he still hasn't managed to understand how two objects can switch places, he knew it wasn't really transfiguration as switched objects could stay unchanged indefinitely but even though he had some idea he couldn't entirely figure out how can two objects change their place, which is why he decided his next master degree would be in Quantum mechanics.

His magical power is stuck at the peak of the liquid-like state and he was hoping that soon it would change to the third state.

Another thing that stoped growing is his physical ability, right not as according to his blacksmithing teacher he has the strength and speed of a 15 years old goblin warrior apprentice, but as it hasn't changed for a few months, he started thinking about other ways to grow his physical power, one of which is that he started eating as much as he can from the basilisk's meat as it's supposed to strengthen his muscles, and as he was sure that part of the reason his magic grew so much is that his body grew as much as it did and that part of the reason his magic was stick is his age and his body. After all, even if he looked like the tallest 14 years old, he hasn't had his 13 birthday yet.

His rune studies are also stuck, as even though he learned all the runes Hogwarts's library had to offer and understood basic rune scams, his problem was that he hasn't became good enough in writing them.

His blacksmithing is progressing good enough that at the start of third year he would get to start learning the magical prospect of it.

Another thing that progressed well is his potions, with his understanding of the way and number of times you mix the potion and it's relation to magical control and intent, he managed to do the last potion in the class perfectly without mixing the ingredients once.

And finally, his programming.

While he still has a long way before creating a real AI, he created his own book scanning, uploading and organizing by subject program he was planing to use to create his own virtual magical luxury, with all the books he could find, now he just needed to create a device that can hold all of them, which is why while learning Quantum mechanics he was also going to learn Electrical Engineering.

He knew it meant to push back even farther his medicine degree, but he felt this was what he needed.

His work on the blood curse hasn't improved by much as while he managed create the spell that let you see a hologram of the DNA of the person who got hit by it, he still hasn't managed to create a way to translate the double helix, but he felt he was close, he was only missing something.

His agreement with Daphne was to go to her house in August 1st where he would show the results of the year, so he had more than a month to figure it out.

The one thing that really depressed him was Snape's denial at allowing him to take all the electives when they had a talk about next year, in the end of which he could only choose three, and as he could see the professor denying him the option to take divination, he had to explain to the man he already learned arithmancy by himself and had no need for the class, which led to a conversation on why did he want it before, and even though he managed to get the teacher to let him go, he was sure the teacher didn't believe him.

As Harry went on the train with Luna, he felt this year was good, and could only hope next year would be even better.

Severus POV

Severus was in the middle of the sixth teachers's conference of the month and his only relief is that he only had one more to go.

The first conference was when the Weasley girl was taken to chamber of secrets, in which they knew the school was about to get closed, and were making sarcastic jokes in Lockhart's expense.

The second one was a few moments after the girl returned safely, in which Albus told a version of what happened and after the conference was done Severus and Minerva were told what really happened, and what was to be done with the treasure of the best ingredients ever.

Severus was extremely disgusted with the idea that the Potters would take the basilisk's corpse without asking the one who really defeated the snake, but there was nothing to be done as he wasn't parselmouth, but he never expected that a few days after his forth argument with Minerva, two days before the school's year ended, that he would walk to his class and find two things on his table, 3 litter of blood with a note that said basilisk's blood and the other was a box filled with 3 Kg of basilisk's meat.

His plan was to consume 1.5 of the meat to strengthen his body, and hopefully his magic, and use the rest to cure people with dark curses on them while half the blood was going to be researched and the other half is going to be used to create of one of the hardest potions to ever exist- the Felix Felicis.

He didn't know who gifted it to him, though he had the thought it is the one who actually defeated the basilisk, but he wasn't going to ignore this wonderful gift, especially after checking the gifts with every detection charm he knew, potion, poison and spells and founding it clean.

The excitement at being able to create this potion is why he was so annoyed at Albus for canceling the tests, as while it was happy news for 5/7 of the student population, it became a bureaucratic nightmare for the professors who had to figure out where every student is, studying wise, and which of the petrified and non petrified students need extra studying with only their yearly assignments.

Which is why, they were in another conference, after the children went home, discussing the second years.

"...she got petrified, she should get extra summer studies like the rest of those poor students." Minerva was sticking her foot on the subject and Severus had enough of that.

"Minerva," He said calmly "while you are right about miss Granger getting patrefied, we all know the set trident already knows the books of the second year good enough to tell the page in which she took the answer to the question the professor asks."

"You can say almost the same about miss Clearwater but we give her the option!" Minerva said with a huff that would look weird on the hard Professor to any student that sees it.

"Miss Clearwater is in her sixth year," Filius said "and being able to get back to where she was studying wise is crucial for her grades next year while miss Granger has three more years until her first life changing test."

"Fine." The transfigurations Professor said.

"Now we need to talk about the time turner." Minerva said, focusing all the head houses attentions.

"I think this year it would be miss Granger." Pomona said "Non of the Ravenclaws that were nominated asked to be in all the classes, not one in my house were nominated, and Severus took his wonderful student, mr. Peverel, our of the question."

"Oh, don't you remember, Pomona?" Severus said with his iconic smirk "The girl lost the chance at this privilege by stealing ingredients from me and brewing a dangerous potion in a toilet!"

A laughing could be heard from the half goblin.

"I guess Severus got what he wanted in the end."

"I still think one mistake shouldn't cost her the chance to get the time turner, you should be more forgiving after all she is the most brilliant student we had in this generation." Minerva said with a frown

"You are partially right," Severus said "a mistake can be forgiven, but she didn't just didn't do homework, or took one or two ingridiants, you know what, if she would have made a beauty potion in her room, I would let it slide. No, she made and consumed a potion that is illegal without approval from the ministry, during which, she put sleeping potion inside students's cakes and locked them in a closet, all of that to investigate mr. Malfoy because he is Slytherin! And except the lame apology Dumbledore forced them to do, she and her friends didn't seem sorry at all, in fact, they tried to hit the student who told on them and when they failed they blamed him. Does that sound like someone who is mature enough to hold a device that can erase her from the universe?"

You could see the deputy headmistress trying to bury herself in her chair.

"As for being 'the smartest student in her generation', it is simply not true."

"Then who?" She said with curiosity.

"I can think of a few," It was actually Filius who answered her "the Weasley twins for example, who even though don't make any effort in class, has invented some amazing things in their pranks, or maybe miss Lovegood, who seem to have the ability to understand and perform any assignment in a creative way." Minerva had a thoughtful look on her face "but if I had to rate the number one student in brilliance, it would have to be mr. Peverel, who I believe, if he wasn't as weak magically as he is, would have managed to suppress Albus."

"I have to agree with the last one," Pomona said "While he might not have the plenty of magical energy, he isn't only smart, he is a hard worker, if he didn't have only one friend and wear green, I would assume he is from my house." She paused for a second before asking a question "what were his choices for electives?"

"Everything, but I denied it based on the stupidity of the matter." Severus said and snorted in laughter before explaining the reason for this unusual laughter from him when he saw the eyes of his colleagues filled with confusion. "He grew up in the muggle world, so when I asked why would he need muggle studies, instead of talking about easy grade or coming out with an excuse like being fascinated with how our world see the muggle world, he told me that after two years in the magical world seeing how idiotic wizards and witches can be about the muggle world that it would be a class he would take so every few days he would have a good laugh." A snort came out of the other three professors.

"In the end he choose divination, care, and runes. I tried to convince him to take arithmancy, as not only it is an important subject, based in his mind and former muggle education it would be much easier subject to him then most students, but he told me he has no wish to sit in a class that he can learn in his free time as a second year."

The shocked looks were mimicking how Severus felt when he heard it.

"You can't be saying..."

"Yes, he learned third year's arithmancy this year as a way to pass time."

"So he has to go to that class!" Minerva exclaimed

"And do what? Be bored in it? No, my deal with him is better, every year he would take a test about the subject in the level year above him take and only if he doesn't get O in it he would change elective."

A few moments of silence were over when Filius said "So no one get time turner next year."

The conference was over in that note and everyone left except for Severus who couldn't help but smirk when he thought 'I wonder what their reactions would have been if they knew he finished forth year too

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Chapter: 7777 traveling across the world without seeing it

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Harry's POV

Harry's first month was planned entirely, he was going to use every single part of the week day(except his daily physical and magical workout) to figure out the next part in the blood curse cure, his only real breaks from DNA studies were his blacksmithing lessons.

Right now he only managed to create a spell to show a hologram ofthe DNA in the living creature the spell hit (he called it the basis charm, as DNA is the basis to life), and the only improvement he managed to do is that by putting a couple holograms on top of each other he can make either the differences to disappear or the similarities but he knew that to be able to truly understand this genetic curse he would have to find in which part of the DNA the blood curse is.

he didn't really thought he could go through each base in a month, after all the human DNA consists of about 3 billion bases even with all of his knowledge, talent and hard work, not to mention magic, it would be impossible, instead, he was working on minimizing the bases.

Human DNA consists of about 3 billion bases, that is true, but it is also true that more than 99 percent of those bases are the same in all people.

Which is why his plan was to hit as many and as diverse people as possible- no matter if it is difference in nationality- British, French,Germans... difference in skin color- white, black, brown, yellow... hair color- blonds, brown haired, black, and reds... muggle and magicals.

Yes, her had no need nor want to find the right DNA base right now, as it would be not only impossible but it might have negative consequences on Harry's wish to get a time turner, right now he only needed to show Daphne's father it is possible.

Thinking about him as an investor while Harry is a visionary helped.

Harry didn't need or want to show mr. Greengrass the complete product, as he wanted his 'investor' to need him and to invest in his research, by showing he can do it, and has made great progress, he can make the investor, who has gained hope to give him what he want.

But if he manage to show the person that he got to the end of step two in his cure in less then a year, mr. Greengrass would have bigger expectations then Harry was willing to put on himself as it would make him have less time to work on his other projects.

Thus started the most grueling week in Harry's life, everyday after his workout he went into Diagon Ally and looked for wizards and witches with different skin tones, hair and eye colors and even differences in height for three hours with his notice me not charm on, and with a swift summoning charm go one hair from them, before going to London and doing the same.

Then he went home and cast the basis charm on every single hair before putting the holograms one on top of the other and making the differences disappear with only separating the wizarding and muggle holograms.

By the end of the week he managed to minimize the amount of DNA bases to almost 40 million in the muggle's DNA and 50 million in the wizard's DNA, knowing his results won't get better by much in Britain, he bought a plane ticket to USA, New York.

If there is one thing he felt he was lucky about, it was his choice to buy first class ticket.

He only did it because it was his first time in a plane, but with the illusion he put on himself to look like an a.d.u.l.t throughout the flight, his magic was empty at the middle of it, so he closed the curtains and rested until it was full again and casted another illusion.

You would think illusion doesn't take a lot of energy... and you would be right, of all the spells Harry casted it would be in the middle in terms of magical power needed to cast.

The problem with this spell other than the need for a clear picture of your intended result and the need of same built body, is that you need to continuously pour magic into it to keep it working, just like the levitation charm and transfiguration, which is probably why even the best wizards prefer polyjuice.

He thought about taking a portkey, but after a little bit of research he found out that not only is using it is regulated in the wizarding world, but that there are many accidents in which the user loose a part of his body because of the creators.

As for making it himself? He didn't even managed to understand switching charm, he won't touch the much more complicated portkey creation.

Arriving in one of the biggest centers of cultural mush (muggle and wizarding) it took four days before his muggle and wizard's DNA holograms reached about 35 million and 43 million respectively.

He traveled to Ottawa, Mexico City, Jerusalem, Cario, Beijing and Tokyo, and as the end of the month reached his muggle and wizard's DNA holograms reached about 30 million and 36 million respectively.

As he has only one more day before his meeting with Daphne and her father, he took the flight to London promising himself that next summer he would actually see the places he travel to.

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Chapter: 7878 The Greengrass part 1

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Harry's POV

It was time to meet mr. Greengrass and Harry wasn't willing to be late.

Luckily he had help in the name of Dobby, a quick popping with the house elf, and he arrived.

It took the door opened as he knocked, something that should be done by the house elves if he was not mistaken, but could also be a rune scam.

As he walked in he could hear footsteps running above him and a little girl that looked like a little copy of Daphne, only much paler and black with gray strikes hair.

"Hey, my name is Astoria, Are you Daphne's boyfriend? If so call me Tory, as we will be brother and sister when you two marry!"

The girl had so much energy and questions Harry wouldn't have been surprised to find she took ecstasy.

"What is your house in Hogwarts? What is your favorite class? How did you and Daphne meet? Aren't you afraid my father will kill you for stealing his first born? He once told us...

When she finished all her questions he started answering

"Hey, I'm Harry, no I'm not Daphne's boyfriend, I came here to see if your father would like to hire me, which is why while I'm a little bit nervous he would refuse but I'm not scared. I'm a Slytherin, my favorite..."

By the time he finished answering all of her questions, both Daphne and their father were already there.

"... yes you do. Hello mr. Greengrass, Daphne."

"It's Lord Greengrass." The middle aged man said with a tone of a superior talking to a subordinate, a way of looking at their deal Harry wasn't willing to submit to.

"I am sorry, mr. Greengrass. It won't happen again, mr. Greengrass."

He could see anger flashing through the man's eyes before the coldness returned.

"Very well, as we might work together, you might as well call me mr. Greengrass." He then looked at Astoria "Have you finished your Latin homework?" The little girl looked like she wanted to say that she did, but with a look at the glint in her father's eyes she told the truth "I didn't, but can't I do it later?" "No, go do it now!" With eyes cast down Astoria walked back upstairs. "Let's sit and talk about how much you accomplished in the last year, how would you go to cure the curse and exactly what is the theory on which you base your cure on."

After sitting on the couch Harry started the explanation he prepared for the wizard, an explanation almost identical to the one in his book.

"Think about the body of every living being in the world as a unique spell, and just like how every spell is built from arithmancy and runes so does the bodies. The reason we look like combination of our parents is that we are a combination of half of our father's construction plan and half of our mother's. Do you understand?" The man nod his head slowly "My plan is simple in theory- we find out the part of the construction plan which isn't right and change it to the right one. Any questions?" He asked like a professor, and as Harry expected, the older man had questions

"A couple. First of all, do you have any proof?"

"Of course, can I assume that the trace won't activate in the house?" Harry said and after seeing a nod took his wand out.

Harry didn't really care as he wasn't planning on using the wand but to do the spell wandless and see if his theory about the mind taking the explanation that makes the most sense as the right one.

"I'm about to do a charm I invented on Daphne, there are no negative consequences nor will she feel anything."

With another nod Harry cast his spell with loud voice while doing a swish, swirl, swish and flick and blocking his magic from reaching the wand

"ex visu vitam vocatio"

A shot of light came from Harry's left eye and a DNA hologram showed up, yet the father and daughter didn't seem to think there was anything extraordinary about the situation except for the hologram.

'Success'

Basitill's POV

If he was honest, Basitill didn't have any hope about the meeting today.

In fact, on the subject of curing the blood curse he lost hope long ago, just after his wife's funeral.

Before his wife's death he went to all of the healers he heard of, and in every possible country, but the only one that could even partially explain what exactly was this curse was an old healer from Uagadou who clarified that the curse was one that settled inside the very being of his wife's ancestor, and the reason why her descendants can get it from her. Even he had no idea how to approach the elimination of the course, and all the other healers has no idea how to explain the curse could be passed on.

So yes, he has no hope about today, no hope about his eldest daughter's research group, and no hope for his youngest daughter to out live him.

But he knew Daphne needed hope, she needed to know she did everything she could to save her sister, that he did everything he could to save Astoria, otherwise she would never forgive him, and he would lose not one daughter but two.

Which is why, when she wrote him a letter that she have found someone who can save Astoria but didn't have time for the project and needed a device for more time, even when he knew that person was only trying to get Basitill to give a time turner he didn't refused, but as he was fully aware it was impossible for him to get his hand on one, he still promised to give one as long as he could see results, even bringing out his fast reading glasses for a show of sincerity.

All of this could show you two things-

1) Basitill would do anything for his daughters.

2) He has no faith the boy has a way to save Astoria.

Which is why the situation is so shocking.

A boy, which is no older then 13, one that managed to raise his ire with the first sentence he said when they met, managed to not only bring forth the same theory the old healer brought, but an idea for solution!

Of course, ideas without practical ability to make them reality worth nothing, and he was conned too many times while trying to save his wife, which is why he asked the boy to show proof, to which the boy answered by taking his wand out and casting a charm of his own invention! A 13 years old! Invented a charm that can show a person's so called construction plan! The boy is a genius! If his magical power was on the strong side he would one day surpass Dumbledore, too bad for him it seemed to be on the weak side, 'but a good thing to me' Basitill thought, as the boy might have an actual chance in curing Basitill daughter.

"... which is why I need more time to accomplish it."

He seemed to lose track of the conversation but as he didn't want to make himself look inattentive, and impolite. Instead of saying he wasn't listening, he said

"I didn't understand it entirely, can you repeat it, mr..." it was at that moment that he realized he never asked for the boy's full name, even in conversations with Daphne about the boy, he called the boy her schoolmate, while Daphne either called him a he or Harry, and he can't call the boy Harry without permission.

"Harry Peverel." The family name ringed a bell but he hasn't managed place it.

"I will try to simplify the explanation," mr. Peverel said nicely

"The so called construction plan of our body is called Deoxyribonucleic acid, but we will call it DNA by it's initials, and while every person's DNA is unique, it is mostly the same, as we are similar. Think about it like Incendio and the Bluebell Flames Charm, and Fiendfyre. While different spells their basis is the same, fire, which would make their atithmancy to show resemblance and the closer those spells are, the more similarities you would see.

So a plant and a person's DNA would look very different, while monkey's DNA would be much more similar, and the differences between one human from another are less then one percent, all of this means, as I said earlier, that all we need to do is find the specific DNA base that make your daughter sick and replace it with healthy base so the contraction from that point onward would be healthy, but, right now I only managed to minimize the number of bases to 36 million and"

"36 million???? How many bases are there?"

"As I said, there are about 3 billion bases."

The tiny bit of hope that was growing again started dying but than Basitill heard the boy say "which is why I need more time to accomplish it, but I can have ways to speed it up."

Basitill now understood, after all, while he wasn't a brilliant wizard, nor was he a genius healer, Basitill was an excellent businessman. The boy was trying to get an upper hand to negotiate, the only thing he didn't realized is that Basitill would agree to all of his demands

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Chapter: 7979 The Greengrass part 2

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Daphne's POV

As Daphne watched her father as he listened to Harry, she couldn't help but smirk.

After all, not only she was in his place in every conversation and lecture she had with the boy about her sister's blood curse, she also couldn't help but thinking what would be his reaction if he finds out the knowledge the plan to cure Astoria came entirely from the muggle world.

Probably denial, outrage, explaining himself that all that mattered is that Harry is a wizard, depression about the cure being muggle, and acceptance, just like grieving.

"What do you need to accelerate the research?" Her father's questions brought her back to the conversation.

"First of all," Harry started "I would need the device that can give me extra time, we talked about, as this thing takes time." Daphne would have rolled her eyes or burst in anger if her Occlumency shields weren't cooling her emotions, it was obvious Harry wanted the time device for other things than researching her sister's curse, it is more like the opposite, he is agreeing to research the curse for the device.

"Secondly, I would need access to all the books you have in your house, as there might be something I missed." He stated.

When she heard this, Daphne couldn't help but remembering Professor Snape's advice about Harry- his wants are related to knowledge.

"Thirdly, I need DNA samples, which could be hair, blood, nails, skin and so from you, Daphne, Astoria and your wife."

"What!" Her father yelled "my wife has been dead for years! How the bloody Hell am I supposed to do that?"

Daphne has only heard her father yell three times in her life and never curse, so her shock from hearing the need for her mother's DNA got even bigger.

"I'm sorry if I upset you, it's not a must but it will help me quicken the identification possess as the both has this curse. You can give me a bone piece if there is nothing else," as he saw her father's face getting dangerously red he quickly said with his hands up "or you can bring me a bone piece from a dead ancestor who has the disease."

Her father's face returned to it's natural color as he slowly nodded.

"Lastly, I would need some advance equipment, really expensive one."

There was a moment of silence before her father said with a hoarse voice, the same hoarse voice she heard the day her mother died.

"How long will it take without everything, and How long will it take with?"

"I estimates that without everything it would take me about 10 years, seven depending on how quick I manage to complete my other project.

As for with them... three to five years."

"Your second request is easily granted, so does the fourth, as money is something I don't lack. The third... I can't give you even a little piece of my wife's bones, as I would never desecrate her grave, but I will give you a part of my mother in law's bone.

As for the time device- it is known as time turner and... sighhh, I'm sorry but it is impossible for me to manage to get it for you, is there any thing other than that you would like?"

Daphne's eyes would have come out of their pockets if it was possible, her father admitted he was incapable to get something!

"I understand" said Harry, his voice calm but full with disappointment "I am sorry we weren't able to make a deal, but as a thank you for the fast reading glasses I am willing to give you written instructions to preform my spell. This, together with my explanation about how I will go about in treating the curse should help you in this endeavor."

Daphne couldn't believe it, just because they didn't manage to get him the time turner he is going to abandon her sister?

Before she knew it, her right hand was caught in his left hand, close to his face as she attempted to slap him.

"Why?" Her voice was filled with pain

"Why? Because you lied to me! Our agreement was for fulfilled in my side, as I worked on this project for the last half year while slowing down other endeavors, and your side can't even manage to bring forth to the table something a teacher can give to a third year."

"What do you mean give to a third year?"

Her father asked, suddenly calm again, as if that disgusting boy didn't just tell them he is gonna let her sister die.

"How do you think I know about time turners? I saw a third year from Ravenclaw use it and then blackmailed him to tell me what it was. Apparently, the teachers gave it for him so he could study all the Electives, as some of them happen in the same time."

Still strangely calm her father asked "and why? If you know that, didn't you used the same way?"

"You don't think I tried?" The boy she used to almost consider a friend spat "Professor Snape denied this option from me."

"So if I manage to make it a reality," the glint in her father's eyes told her she was missing something "would you continue the research?"

"As long as I get the option to time travel, of course."

"You will get it by the start of the school year."

"Then we have a deal."

After they shook hands while Daphne continued to give Peverel )that's right he doesn't deserve her calling him by his given name) a stink eye, he left.

"I can't believe him! Does he have no heart?"

"Calm down Daphne," her father said "he has a heart, otherwise, would he give us a way to complete our deal?"

Daphne looked at her father like he was mentally ill. "He did it for a chance to get a time turner!"

"Come on Daphne, with his ability in healing, arithmancy and charms, even if he is magically weak, he would be able to get the time turner the second he reveal it to any of the professors or even madam poppy, He for some reason didn't want to reveal it, but to give us a chance, he let it slip the school give a time turner to gifted students knowing I would reveal his abilities, so don't say he don't have a heart, as for Astoria, or maybe you," he winked, making her fell grossed "he let us have a chance. Now, I need to go visit an old friend, keep an eye on your sister."

He went to the fire place, threw floo powder, went in and shout "Snape office" disappearing into the fire.

Meanwhile, Daphne went back to the couch, lay down and thought hard about the boy who make her feel contradicting emotions

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Chapter: 8080 Finding the answers the Greengrass part 3

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Severus's POV

Severus's summer wasn't as calm as the previous one's.

Usually, he would use the summer to do what every professor at Hogwarts do- use all the resources left in his budget from the year to conduct excitements in his area of expertise.

This was one of the reasons people wanted to become professors in Hogwarts, together with having a calling to teach, not having to pay for living, the library and wanting talented helpers.

But this year he wasn't doing any research.

This year he started making one of the most difficult and expensive not to mention time consuming potions - Felix Felicis.

Making this potion wasn't his plan, but when the rarest ingredient, one that is thought to be extinct in International Confederation of Wizards, show up on your table, you don't just give up on the chance to make the most wanted and useful potion that was ever created, which is why Severus had a busy month, and as much as he hates to admit it, if he want to succeed in making this potion he would have to take a helper when the school year starts, as the hours that the potion need to be looked after are erratic, and he has classes, the only question is who?

As he thought about all his students after putting aside all the Gryffindors, the same four names that's he thought about four weeks showed up in his mind, the only ones who might be worthwhile to have as helpers.

Ariana Eibon, a Slytherin who is going to be a seventh year, and really talented in potions.

The only problem is that she is swamped, she take 7 N.E.W.Ts and would have no time to really watch the potion.

Jane Shafiq - a soon to be sixth year and one of the finest Hufflepuffs he met, one who truly represents the quality of hard work.

A shame that although she has a work ethic and can follow instructions, to work on this portion you need to be able to change the number of needed swirls and the side of them based on the situation, and she didn't take arithmancy so she won't know how to.

Jacob Cohen - a Ravenclaw soon to be fifth year who has both the mind needed for arithmancy and the flare for potions, but even if he wasn't about to have his O.W.Ls he is still a muggleborn, and Severus wasn't willing to put the boy in the spotlight, as when the dark lord return it would put him in danger.

Lastly, Lawrence Fawley- another one of the best Hufflepuffs he has the pleasure to meet, but alas, as a seventh year he is focusing on his N.E.W.Ts.

But no, there was only one student Severus wanted as a helper, no! An apprentice, a soon to be third year who by the end of his first year could already have conversations with Severus about ingredients most of the seventh year can't, not to mention he taught himself at least two years worth of arithmancy- Harry Peverel.

Until yesterday, a free day in which he didn't need to touch the potion, Severus would have throw the thought about using the boy as a helper away, as he was too young, but he finally managed to find the records of the boy in the muggle world.

After trying to dig current grades unsuccessfully, Severus decided to go to the place which held them all, the muggle ministry of education.

It took less then an hour, confudus charm and Severus's self-esteem, (as he looked for those for six months) but he was back in his office reading the boy's records, something that shocked him to the bones.

The boy finished highschool- the muggle equivalent of Hogwarts with perfect scores, four Bachelor degrees- sort of half a mastery in the wizarding world, and even took one a step farther by getting a master degree in chemistry- the equivalent of full mastery in the wizarding world. All of this by the age of 12!

It took Severus almost an hour to calm down from the unbelievable information to remember his conversation with the boy, about him keeping on learning in the muggle world, after which he couldn't help but think that if the boy wasn't as weak magically as he was, with his experience of being abandoned by one set of parents- who are supposed to be in the light side, and the second set of parents being murdered, he could have been the best and worst dark lord to ever exist!

Luckily for the magical world he is weak, and luckily for Severus, he wasn't discovered yet, so Severus could take him as an apprentice, someone he could teach Potions, defense against the dark arts and dueling without the need to slow down for him to catch on, someone who might be one day a friend, cause if there was one thing Severus truly needed is someone who is both smart and trustable.

As Severus continued to dwell on his thoughts, the fire in His office's Floo connection turned green and one of his old house mates, the one he doesn't despise, and also the one who never did anything without a good reason, Basitill Greengrass showed from it.

"Hello Basitill, how are you?"

"I'm good, and you?"

"I'm well, what can I do for you today?"

"What? Can't a man visit an old friend for no reason?"

"A man? Sure. You? no."

"Well," Basitill's eyes turned Sharp "I came to collect the favor."

Severus eyes widened for a second before returning to their original size.

"You actually came again? I thought that after my failed attempt last time to cure your wife, you know I can't break the curse."

"I know, I came to ask from you to give the time turner this year to someone."

This time Severus's eyes didn't return to their original size.

"What? What are you talking about?"

"I know every year one student has a chance to get one, I need it."

"I don't know how you know about it, but I can't give it to you, only a third year can get it, not to mention he can only use it for studying reasons."

"Luckily, the one I want to get it is a third year."

Severus was outraged

"You wasn't your daughter to use the time turner!? Do you understand that she would lose years of her life?"

"It's not for my daughter, it's for the first person in 15 years that told me he has a chance in curing the blood curse, who said he only need extra time, Harry Peverel."

At this point, if it was anyone else, they would have laughed or sneered toward Basitill, but Severus, who respected the man for giving him the chance to become the youngest potions master in the last 200 years by recommending him to master Harper, and knew about mr. Peverel's achievements in the muggle world, Severus just sighed and said "I will do it, but it is a great request, I want something in return - constant updates on the progress of the research."

Basitill smiled "Agreed, do you want us to start now?"

An hour later, as Basitill went back into the green fire, Severus half gloomingly half happily thought 'He might be too great for me to take him as an apprentice