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Chapter: 9191 the one who beat her in theory

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Harry's POV

As Harry watched Luna leave he felt both sadness and rage for himself and for her, for he lost his friend becouse she apparently can't understand secrets can't remain complete secret if someone knows them, and she lost a friend because he tried to mess with her mind.

It wasn't that he didn't understand her points of view, he did, it was just that trusting someone after so many betrayals was extremely difficult, not that she could know, as he didn't tell her about any of that... he could see the problem, maybe he would let her calm down before apologizing...

Two days later

She didn't let him apologize!

Instead, she said that she understand but she needs more time, that she isn't upset, she is disappointed.

This sentence was one of the few sentences he remembered his dad telling him to always fear hearing from a woman, together with- do I look fat? And the most terrifying- We need to talk.

Which is why he decided to back off and let her come to him when she wants to talk.

Right now he was going to the first DADA lesson he would actively listen to, and even participate, after all, it wasn't everyday that you get the chance to see what is your biggest fear.

Professor Lupin wasn't there when he arrived at his first Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson. He sat down in his usual corner, took out his physic's book, unwilling to waste time he could use to study and was in the middle of reading the eighth chapter, when the professor was finally entered the room.

Lupin smiled vaguely and placed his tatty old briefcase on the teacher's desk. He was as shabby as ever, but looked healthier than he had in the grand feast, probably because he got over the side affects of his last turning.

"Good afternoon," he said. "Would you please put all your books back in your bags. Today's will be a practical lesson. You will need only your wands."

Knowing they were about to spend most of the time waiting in line for the chance to see their fear, Harry put the book in his backpack and put that on his back before getting up like the rest of the students.

"Right then," said Professor Lupin, when everyone was ready. "If you'd follow me."

The class got to its feet and followed Professor Lupin out of the classroom. He led them along the deserted corridor and around a corner, where the first thing they saw was Peeves the Poltergeist, who was floating upside down in midair and stuffing the nearest keyhole with chewing gum.

Peeves didn't look up until Professor Lupin was two feet away, then he wiggled his curly-toed feet and broke into song.

"Loony, loopy Lupin," Peeves sang. "Loony, loopy Lupin, loony, loopy Lupin --"

Rude and unmanageable as he almost always was, Peeves usually showed some fear toward the teachers. It was interesting to see how the Poltergeist showed his respect to teachers who were like him, pranksters, by not fearing them.

"I'd take that gum out of the keyhole if I were you, Peeves," he said pleasantly. "Mr. Filch won't be able to get in to his brooms."

Peeves seemed to not paying any attention to Professor Lupin's words, except to blow a loud wet raspberry, but Harry detected a small frown before it, as to show his true displeasure.

Professor Lupin gave a small sigh and took out his wand.

"This is a useful little spell, he told the class over his shoulder. "Please watch closely."

He raised the wand to shoulder height, said, "Waddiwasi!" and pointed it at Peeves.

With the force of a bullet, the wad of chewing gum shot out of the keyhole and straight down Peeves's left nostril; he whirled upright and zoomed away, cursing.

While everyone else were laughing, Harry only felt sadness and sympathy for the Poltergeist, who seemed to look betrayed by an old partner.

They set off again, the class looking at shabby Professor Lupin with increased respect. He led them down a second corridor and stopped, right outside the staffroom door.

"Inside, please," said Professor Lupin, opening it and standing back.

The staffroom, a long, paneled room full of old, mismatched chairs, was empty except for one teacher. Professor Snape was sitting in a low armchair, and he looked around as the class filed in. His eyes were glittering and there was a nasty looking sneer playing around his mouth. As Professor Lupin came in and made to close the door behind him, Snape said, "Leave it open, Lupin. I'd rather not witness this." Even though he said it, Harry could see the curiosity in his eyes when it landed on him, as if he is about to miss a chance to unravel a piece of a puzzle, and the small smirk on Harry's face probably let him know he saw that.

The potion professor got to his feet and strode past the class, his black robes billowing behind him. At the doorway he turned on his heel and said, "Possibly no one's warned you, Lupin, but this class contains Neville Longbottom. I would advise you not to entrust him with anything difficult. Not unless Miss Granger is hissing instructions in his ear."

And if the smirk on Harry's face grew bigger? Well, he hoped nobody saw it.

Hermione's POV

As her the least favorite professor left the class the focus was once again on the new professor.

As much as she was happy having a different professor then Lockhart, she couldn't help but feel exhausted, having to become the favorite student of a new professor every year, especially as this year she has another two professors to impress, the runes professor - Bathsheda Babbling, and the arithmency professor - Septima Vector, something that she found hard to do as someone else stole it already, her ex-friend- Harry Peverel.

Flashback

The first lesson of arithmacy was over, and Hermione could already tell it is going to be one of her favorites.

It was a lesson that was considered one of the hardest in the school, and her chance to be seen as more then just the girl sidekick Marcus has,it was her chance to shine, especially because of the similarities between that and muggle's math, of which she used to be the best in her class.

This class felt like an example to which the whole school experience should feel like, only she answered the teacher's questions, she help her fellow students, and weren't sneered at even once.

Hearing the professor asking for the class's attention, Hermione looked toward the professor.

"Every year there is at least one student who grew up in the muggle world or had introduction to the subject in this class, and those students are the most likely to become bored of the classwork of the first and second month of the third year, as it is mostly stuff they already learned." The professor started,

"Usually, I just let those student deal with the boredom, as every other teacher does, but this year I would like to try something different, you see, I learned someone like you, spent last year learning by themselves in his free time two year's worth of arithmancy without help, I want to see if it's my method of teaching that makes it slower for everyone else to study, or is that student a genius, for that, I would like those of you who are willing to study by yourself, and to have in every class of mine a test, so I can see how much you progress by yourself, those tests won't affect your grades, and when you seem to be unable to progress by yourselves you will return to the regular classwork, any questions?"

Hermione hasn't even managed to process the professor's words when one of the Slytherin asked one "Those who do it, would they have any benefits? Like not having to do homework?"

Hearing that, most of the class's eyes were shining only to turn into disappointment and disinterest when they heard the professor's answer

"No, just like the other student, you need to complete your regular work before proceeding to learn the extra material, but, if you manage to complete two years worth of studying and get a perfect grade by the end of the year in the test of the year above you, you can jump grades in this class.

This got a lot of whispering and more questions, but in the end only two Ravenclaws, four Slytherins and her agreed to it, as she walked past the professor on her way out of class, she asked her who in the forth year is the student who did it the professor answered "He isn't in the forth year, he's in the third, he finished the material of fourth year in his second year, too bad he didn't choose my class as one of his electives, hopefully he would drop devinations." The professor probably saw she was confused, as she said "his name is Harry Peverel." Before muttering about how great of a student he can be.

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If being second best to someone who isn't even in the class wasn't enough, runes was even worse.

Apparently, most magical parents make sure sure their children get basic rune class as children, so while she did memories the book, most of the students in the class were at least in the same level of her, if not ahead.

And because of that the professor does a pop quiz every first class to see the level of the students before dividing them into three groups.

Beginners- those who never seen a rune before.

Actives- those who has some experience- either by prior class or by self study but need to strengthen their foundations.

Advance - students who already has strong enough foundations.

Most of the classes would be dedicated to beginners until they caught up to the actives, while giving the actives and advance groups books to read to advence on their own and every five classes there would be a question session for the two groups and every twelve there would be a test to see the level of the people in all three groups, in which you can advance or fall depending on your results, and by the end of the first class, when she only finished the test, it was obvious to her that she wasn't in the advance group, while Harry Peverel was the first to finish and one of the only three to have the results return to them while in class- he had a perfect score!

He had to have cheated- he couldn't have managed to do all those things, after all he is a Slytherin! All they can do is cheat! But she would show him, she would do better then him while keeping her integrity! And she would start right here- in the DADA class

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Chapter: 9292 fears and boggarts part 1

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Hermione's POV

Focusing back on the lesson Hermione heard the professor saying "So, the first question we must ask ourselves is, what is a boggart?"

Knowing this is the best chance to make a great first impression, Hermione put up her hand.

"It's a shape-shifter," she said as professor Lupin nodded toward her to answer. "It can take the shape of whatever it thinks will frighten us most."

"Couldn't have put it better myself," said Professor Lupin, and Hermione was sure her face was glowing. "So the boggart sitting in the darkness within has not yet assumed a form. He does not yet know what will frighten the person on the other side of the door. Nobody knows what a boggart looks like when he is alone, but when I let him out, he will immediately become whatever each of us most fears."

Hermione couldn't help but start wondering what is her biggest fear but after a moment she decided to listen to the professor for now and just meet her fear in person.

"This means," said Professor Lupin, choosing to ignore Neville's 'mall sputter of terror, "that we have a huge advantage over the boggart before we begin. Have you spotted it, Marcus?"

Hearing him focusing on Marcus, Hermione couldn't help but sigh, both in despair as in relief, as she remembered Marcus telling them that the professor is his father's best-friend, as it meant that no matter how good a student she would be, Marcus would be the favorite, though it also meant Harry wouldn't be.

"because there are so many of us, it won't know what shape it should be?"

Putting her hand down, Hermione decided to just listen for the rest of the class.

"Precisely, it's always best to have company when you're dealing with a boggart, as he becomes confused. What should he become, a headless corpse or a flesh-eating slug? I once saw a boggart make that very mistake -- tried to frighten two people at once and turned himself into half a slug. Not remotely frightening.

The charm that repels a boggart is simple, yet it requires force of mind. You see, the thing that really finishes a boggart is laughter. What you need to do is force it to assume a shape that you find amusing.

We will practice the charm without wands first. After me, please ... Riddikulus!"

"Riddikulus!" said the class together.

"Good," said Professor Lupin. "Very good. But that was the easy part, I'm afraid. You see, the word alone is not enough. And this is where you come in, Neville."

The wardrobe shook again, though not as much as Neville, and Hermione was really worried for her best friend who walked forward as though he were heading for the gallows.

"Right, Neville," said Professor Lupin. "First things first: what would you say is the thing that frightens you most in the world?"

Neville's lips moved, but no noise came out.

"Didn't catch that, Neville, sorry," said Professor Lupin cheerfully.

Neville looked around rather wildly, as though begging someone to help him, then said, in barely more than a whisper, "Professor Snape."

Nearly everyone laughed, and Hermon wanted to hit each of them. Professor Lupin, however, looked thoughtful.

"Professor Snape... hmmm... Neville, I believe you live with your grandmother?"

"Er -- yes," said Neville nervously. "But -- I don't want the boggart to turn into her either."

This time even she smiled

"No, no, you misunderstand me," said Professor Lupin. "I wonder, could you tell us what sort of clothes your grandmother usually wears?"

Neville looked startled, but said, "Well... always the same hat. A tall one with a stuffed vulture on top. And a long dress... green, normally... and sometimes a fox-fur scarf."

"And a handbag?" prompted Professor Lupin.

"A big red one," said Neville.

"Right then," said Professor Lupin. "Can you picture those clothes very clearly, Neville? Can you see them in your mind's eye?"

"Yes," said Neville uncertainty, plainly wondering what was coming next.

"When the boggart bursts out of this wardrobe, Neville, and sees You, it will assume the form of Professor Snape," said Lupin. "And You will raise your wand -- thus -- and cry 'Riddikulus' -- and concentrate hard on your grandmother's clothes. If all goes well, Professor Boggart Snape will be forced into that vulture-topped hat, and that green dress, with that big red handbag."

There was a great shout of laughter. The wardrobe wobbled more violently.

"If Neville is successful, the boggart is likely to shift his attention to each of us in turn," said Professor Lupin. "I would like all of you to take a moment now to think of the thing that scares you most, and imagine how you might force it to look comical..."

Hermione truly tried to think about what was she truly afraid of, but the only thing that popped into her mind was failing in class, and she couldn't imagine anything funny about it.

"Everyone ready?" said Professor Lupin.

Hermione felt a lurch of fear. She wasn't ready. How could she make a bad grade funny? It wasn't like the irrational fears the other students had.

But she didn't want to ask for more time, everyone else was nodding and rolling up their sleeves. She wouldn't admit she couldn't do what other people can.

"Neville, we're going to back away," said Professor Lupin. "Let you have a clear field, all right? I'll call the next person forward... Everyone back, now, so Neville can get a clear shot --"

They all retreated, backed against the walls, leaving Neville alone beside the wardrobe. He looked pale and frightened, which almost made her trade places with him, but he had pushed up the sleeves of his robes and was holding his wand ready.

"On the count of three, Neville," said Professor Lupin, who was pointing his own wand at the handle of the wardrobe. "One two -- three -- now!"

A jet of sparks shot from the end of Professor Lupin's wand and hit the doorknob. The wardrobe burst open.

Yet instead of Professor Snape, from the wardrobe came a man and a women who looked familiar even though she was sure she had never seen them before.

Harry's POV

A little bit before

While everyone else thought about what is their greatest fears and how to make them funny, Harry didn't.

No, it wasn't because he already knew about the exercise before and thought about it already. If he was being honest, he didn't know what is his greatest fear, so he couldn't think about any countermeasures.

Instead, Harry was thinking about how this is his best chance to see boggarts worked, were they truly digging for your greatest fears, or did they searched for the first thing that came to mind.

"Hey Neville," he said as he went close to the nervous boy who used to be his friend.

"What do you need, Peverel?"

He would have roll his eyes from the hostility if he didn't need the boy to listen to him.

"I just wanted to ask how did you know professor Snape is your greatest fear, as I have several fears and don't know which one is mine."

Neville looked suspicious about him "why ask me?"

"Well," he said, feelings and sounding awkward. "I know you also don't have parents, so I thought you might understand some of my fears, like the fear of them not loving me, or fearing the person who hurt them. Which is why I wanted to know how you decided Professor Snape is your greatest fear."

Harry could see his words had the affect he desired as the boy's face got even whiter then before and he started mumbling about nor willing to explain anything to a Slytherin traitor, something that would make him angry if he didn't feel a little guilty about his actions.

"Never mind." He said and walked back as he watched Lupin getting closer.

As everyone took a few steps back, Daphne came near him "what did you and Longbottom talked about?" She asked

"Let's just say I might have confirmed to the thinking of the other houses about the evilness of Slytherin..."

A jet of sparks shot from the end of the DADA Professor's wand and hit the doorknob and the wardrobe burst open.

When a man with Neville's eyes and forehead, and a women who had Neville's cheekbones came out, Harry knew that he either changed the boy's greatest fears or hours theory about boggarts was true and they did use a magical ability similar to legilimency to find the first fear they could find in the person's mind, no matter which one it is, this lesson is going to be much more interesting

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Chapter: 9393 fears and boggarts part 2

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Neville's POV

For Neville, it felt like the world stopped.

Like he wasn't in class, with a wand in his hand, while imagining Professor Snape in his grandmothers clothes.

Instead, he was standing in front of the two people he adored the most, two people he visits every holiday, yet never truly met.

He was standing in front his parents, and he was more terrified then he ever was.

You would think he would be excited, but if you saw the look of loathing on their face you might understand his fear, and if that wasn't enough, it was at that moment that they opened their mouths.

"You can't be my son." His father's look alike spit out, making Neville's eyes fill with tears as he tried thinking about something funny. "No, he is is just a squib." His mother's doppelgänger said with a chuckle that sounded extremely similar to Parkinson's.

"You should have bought a new wand, 'course don't deserve using my wand!" Hearing that, every shred of courage he had, vanished, as he ran outside of the classroom, barely hearing the professor yelling "Riddikulus", and completely missing the voice of someone running after him as he searched for a dark corner to cry at.

Harry's POV

'Well, that was something.' Harry thought as he ran after Neville. After all, even if they weren't friends anymore, he knew to draw a line between right and wrong, making someone he disliked having to experience his true greatest fear might be in the gray area, but making him traumatized? That's just wrong! He was sure that by being as prepared as he was, knowing he was going to deal with a Boggart, having a funny picture in his head, and the spell on his lips, the Gryffindor wouldn't even think before casting the charm, certainly wouldn't just stand and listen to the creature's evil words.

So while he didn't like it, he would take responsibility and make sure the trauma is minimized, especially now, as he understand for the first time why Neville hatred him after the Christmas of first year.

He could have caught up to Neville in half a minute, but he knew the boy needed the run.

So instead, here he was, five minutes after the incident in class, near the broom closet in which Neville hid, knowing on the door while asking quietly "Hey Neville, are you alright?"

"Leave me alone Marcus!" He yelled, making Harry rub his head and say "It's not Marcus, it's Harry."

The next few seconds were of awkward silence before Neville broke it.

"What do you want? Came to make fun of me again?" The venom in the voice not surprising Harry at all.

"I just came to talk."

"Leave me alone!" This time there was less venom and more pleading in the voice.

"I don't think you should be alone right now, so either you open the door or I would blow it open." He truly hoped he wouldn't have to do it, but he would, more for his conscience then for Neville.

Luckily, after a few seconds the Gryffindor opened the door.

His eyes and nose red, and probably more mucus on his robe then inside his nose.

"Well, talk."

"Can we please find an empty classroom to sit in?" He asked while secretly casting a cleaning charm.

He saw the boy's face was getting red because of his request so he quickly added "We wouldn't want a couple with free period to stumble int onto us in the broom closet when they come in here to snog."

After a few seconds Neville nodded and they started walking.

After a few minutes they got into an empty classroom and Harry casted a quick silencing charm.

"Are you OK?" Nobody ever said he beat around the bush.

"How do you think I'm?" Neville yelled "Not only did my parents just told me I'm not good enough to be their son, which I always knew, my dad just proved you were right and that I don't deserve his wand! And if that wasn't enough, they just did it in front of the entire class!" By the end of his yell he was crying again and a little bit out of breath.

"First of all," Harry started, quickly organizing his thoughts so he wouldn't say anything that might aggravate the boy. "They weren't your real parents, it was only a Boggart that transformed to your fear." He could see his words starting to have a positive affect on Neville, but it quickly changed as he said "What does it matter? It's true, my grandma keeps telling me that."

"No, it's not. You are in the top 10 in theory, you know how many in our year can say that? Only 10" the small smile breaking on Neville's face told him he was in the right path.

"As for the practical side of magic, you truly need to change a wand."

The tiny smile on his face changed to an angry look as a fist came in Harry's direction, which he dodged.

"So that's how it is? You came to play with my emotions? To make me feel a little bit better, only to make me feel even worse?"

"What? No!" Harry said as he dodged another fist. "I meant that while I'm sure this wand was perfect for your father, it's not the one that chose you! That, as Olivander says: 'the wand choose the wizard', and to fulfill your potential you need one that is right for you!"

As Neville heard Harry, he stopped trying to punch him.

"Is that why you gifted me a new wand ticket as Christmas gift in first year?"

"Yes." Harry said exhaustedly, having two 'emotional' conversations in less then a week was way too much for him.

"Well, I'm sorry." Neville said meekly. "I completely destroyed our friendship and the expensive gift you gave me over a misunderstanding."

It was Harry's chance to fix the relationship, to tell him he was willing to try again, and that he didn't completely destroyed it, that they both had a hand in it, but it wasn't something he wanted.

"Yes, you did." Harry said and the broken look on the boy's face looked even sadder.

"But that's life, sometimes you just mess things up." After he said that, there was a few seconds of silence, which made Harry even more uncomfortable than the entire conversation.

"I'm about to go back," He said making as I'm really want to see if Malfoy's secret fear is everybody learning he has a small di*k."

As Neville snorted a laugh, Harry smiled made his way out of the classroom and canceled his silencing charm before walking back to the DADA lesson with a clean conscience.

Remus's POV

Remus wasn't sure how it all went wrong, he did the same lesson to the fourth and fifth years already without any incidents.

He made sure to make the first student to deal with the Boggart has a fear he can change into something that would make everybody laugh, made sure the student was prepared, and that there wasn't anything truly emotional damaging.

Instead, after the two boys ran, one from his fear, and the other to make sure the first was okay, as he asked in the happiest voice he could master "who wants to be next?" unsurprisingly, nobody volunteered.

If convincing the next one to participate was hard, convincing the one after him was almost impossible, as the second was ms. Granger and her fear of having no friends materialized, and the children understood their insecurities are going to show up.

In the end, even Marcus was unwilling to try conquering his fear, and he finished the class early, letting the children go.

As he was sitting there, complementing what could he have done better, a knock on the door woke him from his thoughts.

"Professor?"

Seeing it wasn't Marcus, yet, a James look alike (if James was taller, younger, and had as defined body as the boy), Remus knew it must be the twin he never got the chance to meet, the one who barely had the chance to meet his family before being cast out for something he can't control, who, if Remus wasn't too afraid to lose his last friend, might have made Remus argue with James, the boy who went to Slytherin, yet surprisingly was the one to chase the crying Gryffindor.

"Yes, mr. Peverel?"

"The class is over? I could have swore there was another 30 minutes."

"I'm afraid the incident with mr. Longbottom made it hard for the other students to participate in the class."

A nod from the boy showed his understanding of the situation.

"Em...professor?"

"Yes?"

"May I try?"

He couldn't believe his ears, the boy actually wanted to try?

"Are you sure?"

At the boy's nod his entire mood changed, even if he only managed to make one student interested, it was a start, right?

"Sure, come right up!" He said as he walked to the wardrobe.

"Now," He said as mr. Peverel stood with his wand facing the wardrobe. "remember to think about something funny while saying 'Riddikulus', are you ready?" The nod from the boy made him cast the spell that opened the wardrobe.

Harry's POV

As much as he said he was prepared, he wasn't.

Sure, he knew the spell and he knew it was going to happen.

But the only thing he didn't know was what it would be.

Would he be like Neville, fearing his parents rejection?

Did he fear the Potters

Was he fearing becoming like Voldemort? Or like Dumbledore?

Yet, as he felt the power similar to legilimancy yet different, move in his mind as he took down his shields for the full experience, as the boggart changed shape to a fear he didn't considered, the terror he felt couldn't stop the tiny intrigue about how the Boggart's power worked

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Chapter: 9494 fears and boggarts part 3

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Harry's POV

Harry was sure he made peace with it, that the last 12 years were enough to vanish the fear that came with that idea, but he was wrong, as the shape of Harry's fear came to light he had to admit this still terrified him.

The shape of the fear wasn't a monster, nor was it a real person, hell, it wasn't even one fear, it was two combined.

His fear has the shape of a boy with a book in his hands.

The book was named 'Harry Peverel and the boy who lived' with a painting of himself fighting against Marcus, and as much as the idea of him being a story scared him, that everything he works for, everything he does, is meaningless, it was the words that came from the person who held the book that shook him to his core.

The boy looked to be in the same age Harry was, yet small and skinny. He had untidy black hair, bright green eyes, a thin face and he wears round eyeglasses.

Yet the thing that was dominating his face was the lightning bolt-shaped scar on his forehead.

Yes, it was the original Harry Potter, the one that died the moment he came to this world.

"You know it's your fault, right?" The shapeshifter said, having an angry look on his face "you killed me the day you were born, and If you didn't, they would have lived! Hell! All you needed to do was to stay at the Dursleys's house and they would have survived!" The angry look on the accuser's face changed into pity. "And for what? The good ending was already known, why try and change it? Why try at all? It's not like any of that is real!"

The laughter came naturally, with no need of any help or spell, as he finally understood how the Boggarts choose the shape to which they change.

They don't go after your greatest fears, nor do they go after the first to come into your mind.

Boggarts go after the biggest irrational fears, the one that you know doesn't matter, or silly, but no matter what would always be there, haunting you.

Neville's irrational fear of Snape was overpowers by the fear of being unable to live to his parents imaginary expectations, whether because of the few words Harry said before, the gift in first year, or something else, something made this irrational fear to become his strongest inner demon.

Lupin fear of the moon make no sense, shouldn't he be scared from something else? Werewolfs? Hurting someone? People finding out he was a beast? But the irrationality of this fear is what made the Boggart change to that form.

Was anything real? Maybe it was, maybe it wasn't. But, did it truly matter?

Maybe he was truly a character in a story, maybe the story was written by a character in a movie, which was filmed by someone in a dream.

Did his old life which he didn't remember even matters?

No, they didn't.

He lives in this world, he affects the people of this world, and if this world is just a story? It wouldn't change a thing for him.

As for his parents? While it was true that they might have lived if he wasn't a part of their life, by agreeing with the idea that he was at fault he disrespect their memory.

They had their own mind, they made their own choices, and the only one at fault for their death is the murderer and those who helped him.

He could keep explaining to himself all of it, but it wouldn't matter.

The fear of being nothing, the fear of knowing you are the cause of his parents death wasn't something he could stop himself from fearing.

So why did he laugh?

Because it was at that moment, when the face of the original Harry Potter told him that he killed him, that if he followed the scripted he would have got the happy ending as it was supposed to be, that he truly realized he doesn't care for canon, he didn't want the happy ending, nor did he want to follow the scripted, and even if he thought about it before, even if he thought he understood, for the first time he felt free, like he can truly change the future.

It was that feeling that made that laugh come out, that made the Boggart retreat to the wardrobe, and that made him resolute about his future choices.

Remus's POV

Remus wasn't sure what just happened.

The Boggart changed to a smaller size of the boy, who looked much more similar to Marcus except skinnier, and told him how everything was his fault, and how he killed the skinny version of himself. (Remus was seriously confused on that part.)

What Remus was sure about, was that he needed to tell about this to Dumbledore, and as soon as possible.

The turning of Harry's body toward him caused Remus to blink his thoughts away as he smiled at the boy.

"Are you okey? Do you need chocolate?"

"Yes, thank you." The boy replied quietly.

As he turned away, he barely noticed the boy pointing the wand toward him, and he didn't have the time to exclaim about the boy doing wordless magic before the red light smashed toward his body and he passed out.

Harry's POV

While he felt guilty about it, Harry couldn't let anyone find out any of his secrets, especially not someone who is the Potter's and Dumbledore's little bitch.

So it was only after a quick stupefy, a little longer obliviate, and a really long confuding, that Harry felt safe enough to leave the classroom, not forgetting to cast a 'notice me not charm' on himself on the way out.

As he walked out noticing the paintings, he couldn't help but curse himself for not putting the charm in himself on the way in, as he is about to have a long, confuding day

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Chapter: 9595 Disappointment and promises

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Luna's POV

Luna was many things.

She was a dreamer, someone who refuses to admit in the impossible.

She was an actress, showing people a mask.

She was even a little bit unhinged, as people like to tell her all the time.

But if there was one thing Luna wasn't, it was a hypocrite, which is why it took her less then an hour after her fight with Harry to come to calm down, and while she was still upset he used magic to affect her mind, she wasn't angry about keeping secrets, how could she? When she has secrets of her own?

No, she wasn't angry with him, she was disappointed.

Disappointed by herself, disappointed by her loss of rationality, disappointed by her stupidity, and more then all, disappointed by her fear.

As even though he told her his secrets, even though he trusted her, she couldn't do the same.

Oh, she trusts him, more then she trusts anyone, but she is scared, scared of him look at her like a freak, a loony, scared of him looking at her like her dad does sometimes, like all that is spacial about her are her eyes.

But if there is one thing she feared the most, is that he wouldn't love her, nor stay her friend, which is why, two days after her fight with him, after he apologized and she turned him down because of her shame, she finally gathered the guts to go to him.

Harry's POV

Harry didn't expect to see Luna waiting in the room of requirements after the emotion draining lesson, but he wasn't going to kick her out, after all, for the first time in his life he felt free.

He felt free from any known future, free from the thrice damned books which defined his life, consciously, or subconsciously.

He was free from repeating the same old story just because he feared the consequences.

He was free to plot, take revenge and kill.

He was free to be happy, to be loved and love, without the guilt of doing so.

So, if his friend want to talk to him, he was going to listen.

"Hey Luna"

"Hey Harry, we need to talk."

"Four words that every man fear to hear."

He couldn't help but smile when she giggled, how he missed her!

"First of all, I'm not angry that you kept secrets from me, and while I was upset you used mind magic, you didn't have any intention to do it specifically on me, so as long as you swear you wouldn't use it on me, I would... forget about it."

The joke was so bad, but the absurdity of it, while the atmosphere was so serious made Harry laugh, which made Luna laugh, and by then it was full on laughter from the two of them, which made it feel like it came from the hands of god himself that the demonic twins came inside the room at that point.

"What's the laughter all about?" The one in the right asked

"Yes, we want to laugh too!" The one on the left said.

The two of them looked at one another and said together "later?" With a nod to one another, the conversation paused as the twins came to join them, starting a discussion about the animagus transformation they are going to perform in two days.

As dinner was coming soon, and the twins went ahead, Harry and Luna went to dinner together and as they were about to walk into the grand hall Harry whispered in Luna's ear "I promise."

The smile on her face as she walked in could have warm Voldemort's heart.

It was a day later that they had a chance to once again talk alone.

"As you told me your secrets, I wasn't to tell you mine."

Talking a big breath she started talking.

"MymotherusedaritualonherselfbutitbackfiredandshediedbutIgotapowerfromtheritualtoseeinvisibleanimalsmagicandpeopleauras" (my mother used a ritual on herself, but it backfired and she died, but I got the powers from the ritual to see invisible animals, magic and people's auras)

It took Harry a few seconds to separate the words she said and then a few seconds to process the information before he exclaimed, as he didn't imagine she could see magic! He thought about the animals and some stuff she said made him wonder about auras, but seeing magic? Seeing energy??? He couldn't imagine how it was possible, and he couldn't help but think about all the incredible stuff that could be done with something like this, he could be a step closer to learn the secrets of the universe.

Harry lunges at Luna, giving her a beat hug, not noticing her going red as this was the first time he initiated a hug.

"Thank you Luna, for sharing this with me, I won't let you down."

Not knowing he thought she told this to him so he could duplicate the ability, she thought he was talking about not shattering the secret.

"I promise too" She said with a smile

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Chapter: 9696 Luna s first wandless lesson

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Harry's POV

It was a week later that Harry's new schedule was created.

Every day he would start with workout 5:00-7:00 am, then he would have a quick breakfast before going to the ROR and usie the Time Turner to go back in time to 3 am before taking a shower, consume his entire magical energy in an hour and use 3 hours to research the body type he is going to choose and have a second, larger breakfast.

He then spend his time in classes in which he usually read either advance material or his muggle studies while having a notice me not charm on, or, in rare cases like potions (because he need the hands on experience and Snape keeps an eye on him), charms (because he truly likes the professor), comc, as the creatures are extremely interesting, and DADA (because he need the hands on experience) he actually listen and participate in the class as long as it's not a simple information dump.

After every class with the exception of astronomy he goes back two hours have something to eat, and work on one of his projects.

In between classes he make sure to eat and then he either take a nap or continue to work on his control with the coils, with the exception of Wednesday afternoon, when he teach Luna wandless magic.

Saturday and Sunday are still mostly for blacksmithing and conversations with Snape.

The only problems in his schedule are the erratic times he need to help the professor with his potion.

Flashback (Luna's first lesson)

"The first thing you need to understand about my way of wandless magic is that it probably isn't the way the magical people of old used to cast, it also isn't the way wizards and witches cast today, with or with out wands. In fact, as far as I know, I am the only one who casts that way, but once you get caught to the level you are in the regular way of using magic, it will be hard to go back to use the other versions."

Seeing Luna with glowing eyes, he started explaining.

"My way of using magic is based around three things- intent, control and knowledge.

Intent is the easiest to explain as it is the most similar to the regular method, you need to know what you want to happen for it to work properly, you need to be able to imagine it, otherwise it wouldn't work.

The difference is that in the regular version you have magical words other people created to guide you, so even without imagination you can do it, even if poorly.

In wandless magic, and I'm not sure it's just my way, while saying the words might help you focus, you have to do the imagination to actually succeed, which make it necessary to have extremely strong Occlumency to succeed in hard magic or any magic during battle.

So I will give you several types of Occlumency of which you can work on till you become an expert."

After this he gave her quick summary of three of the four kinds he combined (leaving outside the first kind he created) before she chose the trap Occlumency as, in her words 'nargles are extremely frightening to experience'.

"The second thing is control, something that you shouldn't have a problem with, considering you train with the coils.

While control is important, it is only needed for delicate charms, transfigurations and potions, for things like a basic charm, or a patronus, you only need to get as much power as you can while blasting your magic out.

Finally, we have knowledge, this is the most important thing in my way of magic as it is the base of it all.

My way works on understanding the rules of the world, as by understanding them you can work with them and manipulate them.

For example - levitation.

How can things levitate?

You change the gravitation around the object so it floats or have an invisible hand hold it, it doesn't matter the answer, but it have to make sense!

You can't have an answer that it works because it's magic.

Then you have to explain to yourself how it works- like the hands are made from the particles in the air or the gravitation field of the earth is being weakened around the object.

Basically, the method isn't only about convincing yourself and magic it is real, it's about finding answers to the questions about the universe.

End flashback

After the lesson Harry game Luna notes he made about charms and transfigurations that explained how to do them before agreeing to have once a week a session of studying together

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Chapter: 9797 Principle of locality and creation of runes

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Harry's POV

The next month was the longest in He had, not surprising, considering he used the time turner to experience almost two months in that time.

So of course his progress was incredible.

By using most of the time in class that is dedicated to theory to study Quantum mechanics, he finally managed to have a breakthrough in his transfigurations and succeed in switching objects.

He used the idea of Principle of locality that states that an object is directly influenced only by its immediate surroundings. If something is still able to influence the said object, it must mean they have some sort of connection between them.

By using magic on two objects on the same time you connect them in a way that makes it possible to switch the places they are at as if they were the same objects.

Sounds like charms? It's because it is, like many other spells learned in transfigurations, it is charm that focus on control, you have to connect your magic to two objects in the exact same time without putting more magic in one or the other.

After succeeding in doing so, Harry quickly

succeeded at inanimate Conjuration, something that came easily as it is basically transfiguration of particles in the air.

Transfiguring animals to magical objects was harder as he needed to understand the properties of the object before the transfiguration, otherwise it would just be a pale imitation, and while finding out how snitches works was easy, he didn't believe this way of transfiguration had any worth. Now he is stuck on the last part of fifth year transfiguration- vanishing, and that would take some time to research.

Another thing that he saw fantastic progress at is runes, one of the few classes he actually payed attention to.

By dividing the class in to levels, the professor made sure he would be interested in the class, as instead of learning stuff he already know, the professor gave the advance group the time to study on their own (which he used to study muggle subjects, seeing his problem right now was his lack of idea how to write runes and not knowledge about the magical written language.

Yet, every 5 classes (that to say once until now) a class was dedicated to the advance group, and this was the first time since first year that he actually learned something new in class from a teacher.

Flashback

Rune class

"Today the regular group will be reading pages 21-34 and answer the questions on the board." Professor Babbling said before looking at the medium and advance groups "As for you, today we will have time for you to dispel any doubts or misunderstanding you have about the subject, well, whose first?"

Thus began the questions, every student asked no less then two and no more then five questions, and while the professor answered most of them quickly with a quick explanation of the answer and recommended a book that go into depth, she still answered some of them extensively, if they were something a lot of students get stuck upon. Which is why it took 47 minutes for it to finally be his turn.

"Yes, mr Peverel?"

"My first question is why does runes can be used to do magic yet we can't use Latin, English or other language as well?"

"excellent question mr. Peverel! The short answer is you can and you can't." The professor talked in the excited tone she always used.

"We don't exactly know how runes became magical, but right now we have two theories. The first one is about mind over magic, in which the basic thing you need to understand about runes is that it's a bunch of languages, things that were created by human beings and became magical by having wizards and witches used to talk, cast, and more importantly, think in that language.

You see, if there is one thing we know about magic because of accidental magic and wordless casting, is that using magic is related to your thoughts much more then your words, so by having magical people think in a certain language, magic became tuned to it, and able to understand it, there for able to understand the writing and do as the runes say, and the more time that is given to runes, the more powerful they are as they become part of the magic. The problem with this theory is that we still haven't managed to make Latin a rune language after all that time, which means there is something that isn't right about it, something that is missing.

The second theory is numbers of faith, every known runic language is known to have been thought as the language of the gods, a language that by writing it, it can change the world, it could be that when enough magical people believe the language is divine, magic gets attached to the said language and make it 'divine', but unless you can make a cult believe something like that, it is impossible to duplicate."

Harry felt like he had an idea about that, but he put it aside and asked his second question

"How about writing in runes? Why is it so difficult? Is there a shortcut?"

"It is all about practice, if you have struggles in writing runes you just need more practice. Well, most runic experts who use a runic quickquill, but it defeats the purpose of learning at school, so you should just practice"

End flashback

After that he purchased a runic quickquill and started using the lessons to practice his own writing of runes.

As for creating his own rune language, he has an idea but it's for the future.

His lessons with Luna progressed good as well, as not only the girl was extremely smart, she can also use her spacial eyesight to watch him perform magic and see where she has gone wrong in her spells, making her do twice the work with half the effort.

In his tries of figuring out how her eyesight works he has gone in the direction of Sharks, who can electric fields, snakes who can see heat, sea turtles who can feel magnetic fields, and birds who can see all light.

He felt that if you combine the ability of the birds to see all colors, with the ability of the shark to detect magnetic fields you get to see auras, and if you combine that with the ability to feel magnetic fields and see heat (energy) you can see magic. Letting you with all four have most of the abilities Luna's eyes possess, as for the rest he need more research.

The last thing that improved that month is his two new spells, that lets him translate his magical hologram into deta in the computer and deta in the computer into magical hologram. Which meant he could finally begin solving the puzzle known as the blood curse

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Chapter: 9898 true blacksmithing

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Harry's POV

Halloween, Samhain, the day of the dead, there are many names for the day, but in the magical world of J. K. Rowling this day is known as the day of misfortune for one Harry James Potter, but as you probably noticed, this isn't the story for him, this story is about Harry DJ peverel, and for him this day is a day of luck.

It's the day he came to the world, the day he separated himself from bad friends, and as of today, this is the day he started learning the magical part of blacksmithing.

Yes, it is a day of luck, so why every good thing that came in this day comes with bad news?

Flashback

"What?!" Harry exclaimed, hoping he heard right.

"Don't make me say it again, you have pass, it is time to start learning true blacksmithing." The goblin said, annoyed the boy is that excited.

Seeing the boy looking at him with wild eyes, Ragnok signed before starting his explanation, a bit of a greedy look is appearing on his face. "While forging can be done without the use of magic, true blacksmithing always was, and always will be about the infusion of magical properties to the object you forge, that means, that while everything you learned until now can be studied in the outside world, and therefore cheep, all your future studies in the subject are unique to the goblins, and much more expensive." The greedy look intensified by a lot.

"How much?" Harry asked, not really caring as it all going to be taken from the inheretence he would never get.

"900 galleons a week."

"No way." Harry said surprising the goblin. "It is a unique skill of the goblins, I won't take it for less then one thousand galleons!"

It was then that the goblin did something Harry has never seen any of the goblins he met do, he laughed, not an evil laugh, nor a greedy one, not even sarcastic one, it was a pure joyful laugh.

"You are right, what was I thinking, it is 1000 Galleons." He said after his laughter stoped. "But I have got to say, you are the first wizard I had the pleasure to beat who insist to pay more, which makes you someone I would help whenever you need, for a price of course."

"Of course, but now that we moved past the payment, can we start the class?"

"Yes, indeed. There are many ways magical beings can create magical objects. There is the centaurs who mimicked the magical properties of the forest and the stars in their bows and arrows, making them poisonous for their enemies yet regular arrows for their friends, simple artifacts for hunting and protecting.

There are the dwarfs who mimicked the magical energy of the deep underground to make their armors and weapons unbreakable, making artifacts unbending and unchanging, which brought their fall as they couldn't keep with the times.

And there are the humans, who use runes and ingredients from magical beasts and magical plants to mimic their spells and rituals in their artifacts, making cheep knockoffs of rap artifacts to cheep knockoff of real magic.

The thing that is common with all of their methods is that it's never original, it's always about mimicking, therefor making it impossible for it to be true magic, true artifacts.

The true artifacts of the goblins, in the other end, are about independence, about creating something new, and manipulating the properties of what there is to something else, the closest thing to this art in wizarding magic is transfiguration, conjunction and alchemy, only in blacksmithing you truly create something new, that can evolve on its own, instead of the dead thing wizards create.

You see, goblin's artifacts can be theoretically separated to unending amounts of levels, but we will focus on the first four.

The first one, is what you did until now, it's creating a regular weapons, armor and jewelry, Only where you are good enough in that level to move to the second can you call yourself an apprentice in the art of blacksmithing without shaming your teacher.

The second level is about mimicking the world, doing as all the other magical beings do, and only when your teachers think you are twice as good as any of the other magical beings can you call yourself a blacksmith.

The best creations at that level include the sword Gryffindor stole with the ability to assimilate everything, or the locket his friend Slytherin bought with the ability to detect ill intent to the wearer.

It is only on the third level that you make your first true artifact and you stop being dependent on mimicking the magical energy and instead work on the basis of the laws of the world, at that point you study the world, and create the objects based on your understanding of it.

For example, one of the first artifacts that were created was a diadem that was connected to the Library of Alexandria, a library that is the first forth level artifact ever created, made with the ability to copy every book to be made and preserve it, so knowledge would never disappear.

The diadem, made by the first goblin follower of the only artist-level blacksmithing who created the Library of Alexandria, was made with the ability to connect the wearer's mind with the library, letting him borrow the knowledge the library has for immediate use."

This blew Harry's mind, could it be that the diadem Ragnok was talking about is the same diadem that was in the room of requirements? Ravenclaw's Diadem? The one that became horcrux? If so, he has in hand's reach the biggest storage of knowledge in the world. But right now wasn't the time to think about that, as he was in the middle of hearing about the levels of blacksmithing.

The fourth level deals with souls, it can deal with the souls of people, that lets you bind an object to a person's life or a person's life to an object, it can be dealing with the soul of the world, letting you create an artifact that bounds some of the earth's rules to it, and it can be the creation of souls, that lets you create true living artifact, as for the only example I can give you is Library of Alexandria as it is the only true forth level artifact.

It is a living object, that bounds the world's knowledge to its rule, and it is said to be called the underworld of creators, as it is, according to the legends, trapping every soul in it after death as a shade, thus preserving the knowledge the soul carries with it."

As Harry heard it, he couldn't help but having goosebumps all over his body, as much as it sounds like a noble goal, the creation of a trapper of souls who trapped every soul for thousands of years sound extremely evil, especially with the way the word shade made him remember something.

"What was the name of the creator of the Library of Alexandria?" Harry really hoped he was wrong about this.

"We don't know his name, only that he is the creator of every magical creature, that wasn't created by defective rituals, yet even with his powers of creation, most magical beings only call him by one name in their stories, Death.

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Chapter: 9999 intent and map

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Harry's POV

To learn Death, the creator of the Deathly Hallows is real, and that those artifacts were like toys if you consider his greatest known creation would have made almost anyone stop the lesson for the day, but Harry was never a regular person.

So instead of leaving, Harry put the new knowledge in a corner of His mind and started working on the first piece of second level artifact he would make - a pair of glasses.

"The basic mistake most of the other magical beings are doing is separating the process of true blacksmithing to forging and enchanting." Ragnok said as Harry was choosing the right metal for the frame.

"They either enchant the ingredients before making the artifact or the make the artifact and then enchant it.

The wizards and witches are even doing both with their wand creation by enchanting the core before making it and then crave runes on the stick itself.

The dwarfs are connecting the metals that they use to create their swords and armors to the magic in the ground before creating their artifacts.

And the centaurs are blessing their trees before taking the needed wood and use it for their weapons, thus connecting the magic in the weapons with nature and ensuring that protectors of nature are unharmed by the poison they dip their arrowheads with.

All of those methods are wrong for a simple reason- they make the material resist the magic it is being imbued with.

The basic rule of artifact creation is the closer the materials are to the meaning you imbue it with, the more powerful the result would be.

The easiest exeple is that while making a sword sharper is extremely easy, making it heal someone is much harder.

But it is much more then just the product that affects your result, the materials themselves are also, so while making metal unbreakable is easy enough for dwarfs to manage, (the goblin huffed at those words) as it is a hard material to begin with, they would never manage to make a wooden weapon unbreakable.

Exactly the same could be said about wands, they are made from wood - which isn't vary conductive for magic, and magical body part of a magical animal that already has a certain properties, yet it's purpose is to be an all-purpose magical devise (this time the goblin scoffed) the only reason it works at all is the runes and arithmancy your kind created.

The point is, that while every method the other magical species created to make artifacts sounds great, they fail at the basic understanding of blacksmithing! You have to change the substance, to create something new.

From the second you take the materials in your hand till the moment the artifact is created magic need to be poured to the materials with the intention of the end product until the artifact is created to make the magical part of the artifact truly a part of your creation, this is the way to reach the limit of the second stage of blacksmithing."

"And how do you proceed from there?" Harry asked "How do you make a third stage artifact?"

"Well, While I'm on the peak of the second level and hasn't managed to reach the third yet, I can tell you what a book I read once said: 'if the first level is about the body- in which you learn how to forge, and the second level is about the spirit- in which you imbue the intent into the core of the artifact, the third is about the mind- in which you put all your knowledge into the artifact.' Now, let's start creating your first artifact.

An hour later

After destroying the magical properties in his third try of creating an extremely sharp sword, Harry left Gringotts for the day, returned to the room of requirements and turned the little sand clock on his neck eight times- its time for him to get the 'Marauders Map'.

Fred's POV

Fred was just about to leave to Hogsmeade with his twin brother when he saw one of his only two Slytherin friends.

Seeing there isn't anyone near them that could find out about them being friends with a 'slimy Slytherin' and ruin their reputation Fred went to greet him.

"Hey Harry, going to Hogsmeade?"

The secret smack his brother gave him reminded him the unjustified punishment their friend was given.

"Oh right, sorry, I forgot." He said while rubbing the back of his head.

"Yes, while I was hoping to go there, sadly I can't, never mind, maybe next year."

A fugitive look from his brother was all he needed to know they finally reached an agreement on their debate.

"How would you like" George started with a smile on hours lips. "If you could go to Hogsmeade" Fred continued a smile of his own making an appearance.

"Today?" they said together.

"How?" Harry asked

"Simple, we would make a trade." George said

"We would give you the Marauder's map, and in return you would help us in some of our new products in which we are stuck." Fred said

"But isn't that the secret to your success as pranksters?" Harry said

"You insult us Harry, do you really think a pair of inventors like us" Fred said

"Wouldn't create our own version of the map?" George said making Harry smile in amus.e.m.e.nt.

"Take it," they said together giving their blackhaired the map, "just prank someone occasionally." Together they flicked their wands at each other and casted the new spell they created based on something Harry told them about, creating 'anime tears' on their twin's face, making Harry laugh

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Chapter: 100100 unknown lose

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Lily's POV

Everyone has their own traditions for Halloween.

Some might go trick-or-treating with their children.

Others would party the night as a celebration for the defeat of Voldemort.

And of course, there are those that would use the date to speak with their dead loved ones.

But if there was one person that their tradition is truly unique, it was Lily J. Potter née Evans.

As who else but her would spend the day her little boy defeated the greatest dark lord of the century studying the same sequence runes for the past 11 years?

Yes, while the third years and above were at Hogsmeade, and the second and first year were celebrating Halloween, Lily was in her room, trying once again to understand what did the ritual she performed all those years ago did.

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31.10.1981

Lily knew this day would come, since the moment Dumbledore called James and her to his office to tell them and the Longbottoms that Voldemort was going to come after them for their children, but she really didn't expect it to be so soon, as she barely managed to find a theoretical way to save her children.

Yes, theoretical, but as she heard the fight between her husband and the dark lord goes on, she knew she had to take a chance.

Curving the runes wasn't hard, as they were extremely simple, it was only the runes of equal exchange and the runes of sacrifice in seven different rune languages, as seven is the most magical number.

Anglo-Saxon- as those runes are known for creating explosive power

Elder Futhark - to stabilize the Anglo-Saxon runes

Cuneiform- for their power over the body

Egyptian hieroglyphs- for their power over the soul

Aztec- to strengthen the sacrifice

Anatolian hieroglyphs- to strengthen the equal exchange

Maya glyphs- as the only runes that are known with the power of combining different rune systems, those runes are the core of the ritual.

As Lily finished curving the runes she could hear the footsteps of her soon to be killer approach, pouring all of her magic, essence, and love to the runes, she kneeled as she begged for him to spare her children.

"Please, kill me, just spare them, spare Harry and Marcus!"

"Move aside, foolish girl and I would spare you!" The man who, if he was younger and not about to kill her children would have been considered handsome told her.

"No, please, spare them!" She cried, as much as she was willing to die for her children, she didn't want to die.

The wand that looked like a bone was raised as Voldemort casted his curse, yet as she lost couscous she felt terror as the magic wasn't green, it was red.

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She knew the ritual succeeded as Marcus survived, yet she couldn't tell why, and more importantly, what was the sacrifice.

She only knew it did, and that terrified her.

The basic knowledge everyone with magic knows is that magic comes with a price, usually it's energy, you spend some to create the effect of your desire, and if you don't have enough, it won't work.

Yet, there are unique spells, curses and rituals that bypass it by sacrificing other things.

The killing curse according to Dumbledore was one of them, as only after you reach the earth stage in your magic (something that only Merlin and Morgana are known for) you can cast it without consequences, otherwise it would break your soul.

Fiendfyre is also one of those, as without magic in the fire stage at least, you would be unable to control it, making it you're likely death.

Her ritual was supposed to be another one, sacrificing her life and soul for the protection of Marcus's life and soul, yet, she survived.

Dumbledore told her it was her love that saved Marcus, and as much as she wanted to believe him, she knew something is wrong, she changed, she lost something, and the only thing she didn't know was whether or not that something was as important as her life and soul.

So, every Halloween she would research the runes, her magic, and her memories to find out what did she lose, as she was sure the answer was would explain a lot