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Chapter: 101101 an innocent s fault

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James's POV

As James drank his four fingers of firewhiskey he couldn't help but think back on the day it all went wrong, the day he lost a son, a friend, and a brother.

No matter what they told the world afterward, it wasn't Lily's parents who was there the day Voldemort attacked, and they all knew why he failed.

But how could they tell the world the reason the light side had beaten the dark side is that they also dwelled in dark magic?

Yes, while Dumbledore continued saying the reason was love, James knew the truth, he wasn't an idiomatic first year, nor was he a muggleborn. He knew the true difference between dark magic and light magic, he knew there was a real reason why rituals and blood magic became forbidden, and it wasn't intent.

No, the difference was always about a sacrifice, dark magic was light magic a person without enough power use, sacrificing something in exchange for immediate gain, and by doing things the easy way, even once, you just never stop.

He could see it in himself, from an auror who fought against the worst of the worst, to someone who left one of his sons, who let criminals walk free, and kicked his estranged son from the family for the house he was chosen for.

He could even see it in his wife, the girl who used to stand against him for her childhood friend, for no reason but because it was the right thing to do, a girl who excelled in charms and potions, two of the things that are easy to pass in but hard to succeed, the one he fell in love with, became a women who only cared for fame, money and her image.

It's not to say he didn't love her anymore, but, as hard to admit as it was, they weren't the same people they were before the night of the attack, and he only had one person to blame- Sirius black.

As while Voldemort was the one who attacked, if Sirius didn't betray them, Lily wouldn't have been forced to to use that dark ritual that changed her, He wouldn't be in such a daze for the next few weeks because his brother in all but blood betrayed him and killed one of their friends, and wouldn't have agreed to pass Harry to Lilly's sister, the court wouldn't consider his testimonies compromised and free death eaters, and maybe, just maybe, even if all else would have happened, there would still be his best friend to prevent him from kicking his son out of family, as he experienced the same thing.

Yes, it was all Sirius black's fault, and he would make sure the man would pay for it.

Harry's POV

As much as going to Hogsmeade could have been fun, Harry went back to the room of requirements as he needed to process the knowledge he got today at his lesson.

Death, at least the one who was written about in the story of the three brothers, was a real entity, and whether it was, a wizard, goblin, or some other creature, it was the creator of the best artifacts ever created, in fact, he (or she) was probably the one who created the structured way of artifact creation that goblins and other forgers are using till this very moment.

Yet this wasn't the thing that bothered him the most.

No, the thing that wighted in his mind the most was the library of Alexandria, the Liberty that is known as lost and according to Ragnok contains not only every book ever written, but also the souls of the dead, and of course his mind was filled with ways to find his parents souls and bring them back to life, or at the very least, if they don't want to return to life, a way to release their souls from that place, as he know there is something after death, and it must be better then the prison-like library.

But as much as he wanted to do so right now, he didn't know how to get to that place, nor any concrete thing about souls, except how to split them for immortality and that dementors eat them.

It means one thing though, he needs to do research

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Chapter: 102102 innocent s regrets

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Sirius's POV

As a child, Sirius used to love the rain.

The sound of the water drops dripping down.

Running with Regulus out as they played together.

Coming cold and wet from outside into the house with the fireplace heating the house.

Yes, Sirius used to love the rain.

Now though?

Now the rain only triggers one, twelve years long memory for him.

Azkaban, the land of despair and rain, where the only sounds you hear are the screams of the other inmates, if you don't count the voices in your head.

So, even though his plan wasn't in place yet, even though he didn't get the password to the tower, nor did he manage to find out which bed and room did the redheaded boy whose pet he is trying to kill sleep in, Sirius couldn't wait anymore, not with the rain, not with the dementors nearby, not with this night being the night when almost everybody he loved betrayed him twelve years ago.

So, as the castle became quiet, and everyone slept, Sirius sneaked into the castle from the secret entry near the Black Lake, one that he found 15 years ago, the last day he was at this castle, the last day of his seventh year, the last day he ever spoke to Reggie.

Flashback

As Sirius came near the potions class room he saw the one who sent him the note asking for a meeting, his younger brother, Regulus Arcturus Black

"I came, didn't I? What do you want?" Sirius said in contempt he usually only showed when he spoke to snivellus.

"Please Siri, come home, I will convince mother to forgive you." The way his little brother begged made Sirius' heart waiver, yet the mention of his mother made his blood freeze and boiled at the same time.

"Mother? Forgive me? I'm not the one who kicked her son out of the house just because he was chosen into a different house then the one she expected, just because he isn't willing to do as the rest of the family and kill people who were born different then us! No, I am an a.d.u.l.t, I am a Gryffindor, I won't go back on my knees to that bitter old women even if it kills me!"

"What about me? Your brother! Do it for me, please, if you don't come back, if you aren't there to help me, what am I supposed to do?"

Sirius won't admit to anyone, but he would come to regret what he said next for the rest of his life.

"You? My brother? I already have three brothers and not one of them is Slytherin."

As he finished his sentence Regulus already ran crying as Sirius stood in shock, not believing what came out of his mouth, yet turning around to walk back up before hitting the walls of the dungeons in frustration, surprised to see it opening inward.

Walking inside while thinking what should he do with his brother, he comes out in a cave near the Black Lake.

End flashback

He never apologized to Reggie, nor did he tell any of his friends about that secret entry/exit, as he didn't want to think about that day, yet it was one of the memories he remembered the best, as the dementors made sure to play it over and over in his head.

As he came out from the secret passage, he was in the dungeons, walking toward the closest stairs that would lead him toward the Gryffindor tower, yet, as he sneaked around in his dog form, he smelled someone who was kinda familiar yet at the same time not, coming down, frowning, as it was the middle of the night and he didn't couldn't see anyone, he made sure he is hidden behind an armor as he traced the semi-familiar smell to being on his right yet for some strange reason couldn't turn his head.

Forcing himself with all the will power he has, and from the years of resisting the soul sucking demons' aura he had a lot, he turned his head slightly to the right only to see the man who betrayed him the most, the man who didn't even come to his trial to defend him - James Potter.

Yet, just as he was about to jump the man he noticed differences.

He was taller, more muscular yet at the same time leaner, glasses free, and had green eyes whose color he saw only in three people, Lily, Marcus and Harry.

Harry, the thought his godson sent a pang in his heart as he barked trying to look the part of an innocent, cute dog.

"Hello to you too, you adorable thing, who do you belong to?"

As the boy talked to him he took another look on the boy's clothes, noticing the green and silver on them he almost laughed at the karma the world seemed to be filled with, he, the heir to a Pureblood supremest house who pride itself with having only Slytherins and Ravenclaws went to Gryffindor, while the son of James, who pride himself at being in Gryffindor, went to the house he hates the most.

"Well, I can't find your owner right now as it is the middle of the night, how about you sleep in my room for tonight?" The boy he still wasn't sure about his name said as he took his want out and casted a rope charm around his neck.

Figuring that he would have another chance at killing Wormtail and that there are worst ways to spend the night, Sirius thought as he went with the boy inside the Slytherin common room, and as he was going through the door to the boy's room, he noticed the initials on the door were HDP.

'Harry' he thought as a red light hit his back and the world went black

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Harry's POV

Knowing today was his beat chance for a private conversation with Sirius, Harry waited for an hour looking at the map in 5 minutes integrals, looking for the name in the hallways.

Now, while during the day the map's ability to show people's location isn't as useful as it sounds, as during the day the sheer number of people roaming around in the castle makes it almost impossible to locate the person you are looking for, at night, it becomes the ideal object to locate people who are at places they shouldn't be.

So, it shouldn't surprise anyone that in less than a minute the dog animagus showed up on the map Harry was on his way toward him.

Getting the fugitive into his room didn't go as he planed - stun, levitate, and grab, as apparently the dog seemed able to sense him even with the notice me not charm and able to make himself see through it.

So instead, he talked to Sirius as if he was talking to a real dog and took him to his room with a makeshift magical rope before stunning him in it and taking out the little potion he bought from Gringotts, as apparently the bank didn't mind using Veritaserum on people who are caught trying to steal from them.

Forcing the dog back to his human form with the 'Animagus reversal spell', Harry poured three drops of the truth serum into the man's mouth and used the the incarcerous charm before casting Rennervate.

Now, while trusting veritaserum, which isn't impossible to resist, isn't the best choice usually, with the man's unpreparedness, him being stunned and living twelve years in hell on earth, not to mention Harry's foreknowledge about the original story and hate for the Potters, Harry was willing to take his chances.

You see, veritaserum doesn't work as most magical people think, it doesn't force you to tell the truth like a robot, instead, it makes you unable to think of lies by supercharging the drinker's Hippocampus and slowing his prefrontal cortex so it would make it harder to lie.

The reason veritaserum isn't used in court is that with Occlumency and enough preparations, it is possible to make fake memories, therefor bypassing the veritaserum.

So by making sure he is unprepared, it is extremely unlikely he would manage to lie.

"Wha, what happened?" Sirius asked as he woke and started to struggle against His bindings.

"Please, mr. Black, don't struggle." Harry said and waited until the fugitive calmed down.

"What do you want?"

"The truth, of course, now, tell me, what exactly happened on the night of All Hallows' Eve 1981?"

"I was in a muggles' pub, as not only they have many more options in what to drink, and which lady to pick, they also didn't have the wretched feeling that seemed to be anywhere in the wizarding world, and while usually I would be with either Remus or Peter, as James was hidden, this night Peter said he had important mission from Dumbledore and Remus still wasn't feeling good from his transformation three days before.

So there I was, talking to a s.l.u.tty cat when a weird feeling washed over me, something like when a charm is being broken by sheer power, and then it was like a dam broke in my mind as the location of James and Lilly's house, along with the memories in it were flooding into my mind."

"So wait, you weren't the secret keeper?"

"No, Peter was."

"Okey, continue."

"So, knowing something is wrong I ran as fast as I can to my motorcycle before flying it to the Potter's house."

"Why didn't you Apparated?"

"By that point I was drunk and unable to do it without Splinching myself."

"As I arrived, I saw from the window that Dumbledore already there and that both James and Lily were up and holding you and Marcus respectively, yet, before I could do anything more then walk into the front lawn I was hit by a stunner."

"What happened when you woke up?"

"I was in a holding cell in the ministry and being told my trial is about to begin, not understanding what did I do I asked, just for the aurors stationed there to tell me that it is for being Voldemort's right hand man and the murder of Peter Pettigrew.

I tried telling them I didn't know what they were talking about but they didn't listen, no one ever did, in the holding cell, nor at the trial, not Lily, nor Dumbledore, hell, James and Remus didn't even came to talk to me.

In the end after all those years in Azkaban I almost started to believe it myself.

It was only when the minister gave me the newspaper with a picture of the Weasley family and I saw the rat on the young boy's shoulder that I knew wormtail is still alive and he left me stranded on that place to die, and worse, he betrayed your parents, so I broke free by changing into my dog form and starving myself till I was thin enough to slip through the bars and then took the boat of one of the few human guards and drove it the fastest I could."

"What are your plans?"

"I plan to catch wormtail and clean my name."

"So you took this risk and came to hogwarts instead of leaving Britain out at least Magical Britain just for the chance to clean your name?"

"Of course, and than after a few well deserved jinxes to several people who didn't came to my defense, everything would be alright again, I would have my friends again, Remus, Lily and James, and of course, a chance to get to truly know you, my godson."

The hopeful look on the man's face almost crumbled at the the disdainful look on his godson's face at the mention of his three friends.

"I see... " Harry said as he made Sirius drink the antidote. "well that's disappointing, maybe we will talk again after they let you down again but for now..." Harry said as he raised his wand.

"Obliviate

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Chapter: 104104 the life of a magical portrait

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Elizabeth's POV

Elizabeth Spriggs, or as she was known to most of the rude children in school, the fat lady, was trying to sleep.

Yes, she sleeps! Most people would be surprised that a moving lecture sleeps at all, as usually a moving picture doesn't need much, not considered a living being, yet she was different, spacial.

She, along with a couple of other paintings in hogwarts were given life, and the ability to not just move like other paintings, but to listen to instructions and talk.

Of course, that came with a price.

Not only they were given jobs, they also become the headmaster's spies.

Not that most of them cared, given the chance to be more than a painting on a wall, moving from one painting of them to another, having the knowledge of the person who charmed you gave you as you look in a muted colorful world.

Yes, most of the paintings jumped on the opportunity to become a semi-living thing and interact with the real world and didn't regret a thing.

Not her, sure, as soon as she has consciousness she didn't want to give it away, agreeing to become the doorway to the Gryffindor common room, and for a while, she didn't regret it.

Yet, as she seen children come in and out from behind her painting, listened to their life, talking and complaining about their studies, their friends and their love, while only calling her the fat lady and giving her the weekly password, she became sullen.

She wanted to meet new groups of people, like those muggles who according to one child she overheard has an actor who looks just like her - Elizabeth Spriggs, from whom she took her name.

She wanted to meat those weird animals who some children kept complaining about, the slimy snakes or the badgers.

Yet, since the moment she got consciousness she couldn't even go to different paintings unless it was the middle of the night, as she needs to keep open and close the thrice dammed painting.

Instead, she took to sleep at night as it became one of her only pleasures, along with advising love-struck children.

Yet, as much as she tried, sleep kept avoiding her as someone kept trying to open her painting.

"We had a deal!" She said with a bite in her voice as she unwillingly opened her eyes, thinking it is the pair of redheaded twins, who two years ago, after she had enough with them walking her up like that five times a month, cut a deal she wouldn't repeat report their late night adventures to the headmaster as long as they return before midnight.

Yet as she opened her eyes she instead saw a haggled looking man, with black, unkept hair and beard and a glossy look in his eyes as if he is still half asleep.

"I don't know who you are," she said angrily, in a body tone she kept hearing in the last seven years from a different redheaded. "but unless you tell me the password you can't come in."

As soon as she started talking, the glossy look in the man's eyes went away and instead came a feral look which made her pale as much as a painting could as she recognized the man from a photo the deputy headmistress showed her- Sirius Black.

"Y-Y-You can't come in!" She tried to say with as much Gryffindor's courage as she could master, yet seeing the man pulling a knife from his pocket made her lose the little she had as she fled and screamed "A painting is being murdered! A painting is being murdered!"

Seeing the only home she ever knew being ripped apart before the man ran away didn't help.

She didn't know if she would ever return to be the doorway guard of the Gryffindor common-room, or even if she wanted to, but before that she was sure she would need 'Portrait counseling' by a trained psychotherapists.

Marcus's POV

The shouts of "A painting is being murdered!" woke everyone in the tower up, making Marcus and his roommates put some clothes on as they ran downstairs to see almost the entire Gryffindor house shoving each other trying to reach the exit of the common room.

Yet, as Marcus tried to walk forward it seemed as if the students were the Red Sea and him the ancient Egyptian wizard Moses, as they moved aside.

Reaching to the exit, a deep sharp intake of air could be heard from his mouth.

Where there was once the backside of the fat lady's portrait, now was a hole in the fabric that seemed to be made from a knife.

Hearing the cries outside, Marcus, now joined by his roommates and Hermione, ran outside to see the fat lady in a near painting, crying and yelling it was Sirius Black who did this, who attacked her after she was unwilling to let him in.

Sirius Black! Just the name made Marcus's blood boil, it was the man who betrayed his parents, the man who killed his godfather, the man who broke out of jail just to kill him, and the man who made him unable to go to Hogsmeade.

Marcus now knew, as the teachers were rounding the students in the grand hall to sleep together as they searched for the escaped criminal, that just like previous years, he can't trust the a.d.u.l.ts to stop the bad guy, he need to do it himself

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Chapter: 105105 a plan and a kiss

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Harry's POV

After obliviating Sirius and moving him near the Gryffindor tower, Harry went back to his room, getting ready to sleep as he waited for the faculty to gather the entire school's populace in the Grand Hall.

And while changing his clothes shouldn't take much time, as he used the time to think about the confirmation that Sirius' story hasn't changed, which meant he has to plan a way to get the full story about what happened the night of Halloween 1981, as his theory about this universe difference except him having a twin brother was having a failed Fidelius being casted in the house with Sirius as the secret keeper, but with Pettigrew being the secret keeper, the Potters being alive, and yet Sirius in jail it meant he was wrong and confused as hell about the reason the plot of Sirius' life being the same as it is right now.

All of this meant one thing, he was really close to get caught by Professor Snape n.a.k.e.d as he opened the door.

"Mr. Peverel," he said with his right eyebrow up, looking at his student who was just in the middle putting his pajama shirt on, luckily, after putting his pajama pants already. "We need all the students to gather around in the Grand Hall, Sirius Black has managed to penetrate the castle."

"Yes Professor, I would go there right now" Harry said, ignoring the questioning look the potion professor had on his face.

The professor, who saw the student wasn't going to answer his unasked question, sighed, before asking "and what, if I may be asking, were you doing up at this hour?"

"Showering after a bad dream." Harry gave an excuse as he quickly used a little bit of magic to transfigure water from Hydrogen and Oxygen in the air to make his head look moist.

While usually, this kind of lie won't work on the professor, seeing as he wasn't only a potion master, making his eye for those kind of details great, but he was also a spy, making his ability to spot lies something that he took great pride in.

Yet, Harry had help convincing the professor, the Fidelius he casted on his wandless magic, while usually made every display of wandless magic seem like wand magic, when dealing with subtle magic, like moisturizing his hair, it just made Professor Snape convinced he just didn't notice it being there.

In fact, thanks to the fidelius Charm, as long as he didn't have a wand in hand, people who are unaware of magic won't be able to conceive him doing magic even if they see him, thinking it is a trick or ignoring it completely, thus, making him able casting charm in a street full of unaware muggles without braking the law.

All of it didn't matter right now, as the most important thing was Snape believing his lie about taking a shower, even if he had other theories why, therefore placing him far enough from Sirius to not suspect him.

"I see, well, chop chop, go to the Great Hall."

The professor said as he went to wake the other students.

Harry took off twenty seconds later with all the potions he need needs for the night, about to commence his plan for getting the whole story about the night that made him who he is.

Luna's POV

Being woke up by Professor Snape isn't a fan experience, being woke up by Professor Snape in the middle of the night only to be told that a murderer has breached the castle walls and that they needed to go as quickly as possible to Grand Hall? Even less so.

Putting her blanket around her, as she knew the castle at that time of night would be freezing, she walked toward the Grand Hall, catching up to her friend extremely quick, as it seemed he was drowning in his own thoughts.

"Galleon for your thoughts?" The look on the boy's face made her laugh.

"A whole galleon? most people would only give a Knut."

"Well, I might just really want to know... or maybe I only have galleons in me and want change." The laughter that came from Harry's mouth seemed to brighten up the dark castle.

"Let this time be a freebie." He said as magic came out of him, covering both of them in a notice me not charm and a silencing one, making her know it is important.

"This is another one of the secrets I need you to keep." He said with a trusting voice, making her happier as she could see how much he trusted her.

"Sirius black is innocent, he didn't kill nor betray anyone."

"What?!"

"Yes, I'm not sure about everything that happened, but I do know this."

"How? And why keep it a secret?"

"Because of two reasons. 1) I didn't get this knowledge in a legal way. And 2) I'm not entirely sure who is in on this, and what they would do to keep their involvement secret."

"So what should we do? We can't let an innocent man go back to Azkaban or worse, kissed by a dementor!"

"and only after we have the full story can we form a plan to make everyone see he is innocent, and I know who can tell us the full story."

By the time Harry and Luna got to the Grand Hall they were the last Slytherin there and had to sleep the closest to the Ravenclaws, not that it made any different to them.

Seeing everybody talking, excited and scared, Luna and Harry each took a book and started reading while waiting for the students to calm dawn and for most of the teachers to leave to search for Sirius Black.

Yet, as much as she tried, the words on the page in the book didn't seem to register in her mind, as her eyes wondered to her right side, looking at Harry, laying next to her with his sharp green eyes in a fifth year's level book on defense against the dark arts, a subject he only started reading ahead of third year this morning, when she did something impulsive, she kissed his cheek.

You see, while Luna might seem for the outside observer impulsive, nothing could be farther then the truth.

In fact, almost every action of hers is calculated, which is why such unexpected action managed to surprise not only Harry, but Luna as well.

Feeling hit rush to her chicks, even though she just wanted to bury herself knowing that with her light-colored skin her entire body is probably red, she tried showing dignity and explain rationally why she did that.

"I-It is just to show my appreciation for you trying to do the right thing and to thank you for sharing this knowledge with me." Looking back to her magizoology book, she could hear him chuckle which made the will to bury herself grow as she forced her skin to it's unusual color with a quick spell she heard from Ginny's mother when they were still friends, yet it only took her hearing "Well, in that case..." and a pack on her cheek, for the redness to rush back at full force. "This is to thank you for believing me about Sirius and for agreeing to help."

After that he returned to reading his book while she couldn't help but smile thinking she might need to do a few more impulsive things.

Peter's POV

Peter knew he was screwed, all of his former best friends were in school with him, one of which broke from prison and came to this school just to catch him.

Yet there was nothing he could do, he couldn't show he is alive, not with everyone thinking he is dead for the last twelve years, he couldn't run away, as he tried and the Orange cat the pet, the friend of Ron- the boy he lived on, owned kept trying to catch him as a snack, and he couldn't stay, as apparently Sirius managed to come into the school from an unmonitored way and almost succeeded in catching him.

No, he had to escape, and he needed to do so in a way everyone would think 'Scabbers' is dead, he needed to fake his own death.

Yet as he planned his 'second death' he smelled unfamiliar, yet familiar smell, one that reminded him of Marcus yet was different, and intertwined with it was a hint of a smell of someone who smelled a lot like his school's crush- Pandora Bletchley.

Looking where that smell seemed to come from with unknown unwillingness that for some reason appeared, he managed to barley see red light coming his way.

Harry's POV

As he hit Pettigrew with a stunning curse Harry quickly levitated all the hairs of the rat gently before summoning them, dragging the rat with, after all only things which aren't alive can be levitated or summoned, dead cells like hair is one of the things which are best used, most people would think it is only people or animals who can't be summoned, making Harry think about summoning hearts for quick fights, yet after some research and experimentations, he figured all living beings- including cells are unsummonable, something Voldemort probably also figured out, hence why he has no body hair, something Harry plans to avoided by enchanting his first blacksmithing project - a pinkie ring, with creating a dome on the wearer of unsummoning enchantment.

Anyway, after making sure no one looked in their direction and that the notice me not charm is still working he fed the rat the Draught of Living Death, before returning to his sleeping place where Luna kept a notice me not charm on, before removing both his own notice me not charm and an invisibility Charm.

"Got him?" A quick nod is all she needed before saying good night and turning over.

Harry also went to sleep as it was a long day, and tomorrow might be longer

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Harry's POV

Sleeping on the floor in a sleeping bag in between a few hundred of students isn't supposed to be comfortable.

It's supposed to be hard enough to cause back pains, too warm or cold so you would need to get out and in your sleeping bag again and again throughout the night, and being unable to sleep with the snores of your fellow students.

So, it wouldn't surprise anyone that as Harry woke up from the 'great' sleep he had that he felt the need to curse every one of his professors who made them sleep in the grand hall, yet couldn't bother to enchant the room to prevent the discomfort.

It wouldn't even take much time, only enchanting the floor with cushioning charm, the walls with a mild heating charm so they would be able to sleep without the sleeping bag and not freeze to death, and silencing charm on the ceiling to prevent people from talk or snore.

It was in that moment that Harry decided on his next book in the series he writes 'Explanation for idiotic wizards witches, biology, Chemistry and other basic muggle subjects that even dumb magical people should know' to focus on healthy logic and magical ways to solve simple muggle and magical problems, as he felt only people who read those books or lived among people without semi-reality altering abilities (as magic continuously was proven to him to work inside the laws of science, he didn't consider it a truly reality changing abilities) to use their magic wisely, as why should you transfigure hundreds of sleeping bags instead of beds? Or use the seemingly endless amount of house elves to bring the students beds into the hall?

In the end, Harry had to stop think about the ways wizards seem unable to think about simple solutions to most of the problems in life, in fact, he felt the need to thank magic as if it was a deity, the fact that living in only magical people vicinity seemed to have a mind deteriorating effect on people otherwise they would conquer the world, as no matter how strong a bomb is, whether it's chemical, biological or even nuclear bomb, as long as you transfigure it to a teddy bear thing it would stay a teddy bear, and the only thing you need to defeat a country is to imperio a few powerful people.

Harry was pretty sure the reason every leader of every country helped preserving the status of secrecy is that they, after even a little explanation about the abilities of magical people, understood that it only truly takes one magical person to ruin a country.

It was the main reason, even if he ended up in an epic one on one battle vs Voldemort he won't ever use muggle weapons, because even if they would manage to kill him, and with the surprise effect and speed of bullets he didn't have any doubt they would, as long as his horcruxes are gone, as it would plant the idea of fear of muggles and the need to attack them in way too many people.

So with a silent, only half sarcastic pray of thanks to whatever or whoever was up there, preventing the probable end of the normal people's world, and probably the end of the entire world by the hands of a crazy wizard and the knowledge of any mass destruction weapon and how easy it is to get them, either by taking them from people who has access to them or by transfigurating some thing to them and keeping the transfiguration until it hits.

Anyway, after putting the disturbing thoughts and fears he had on the back of his head and finishing his morning workout, Harry quietly went back to his spot before quietly waking up Luna from what appeared to be a great dream and went with her to the room of requirements to interrogate Pettigrew, who was in a bag Harry brought with him last night.

Luna's POV

Luna usually has a great temper, she wouldn't be angry with people, even if they make fun of her, or if they are just mean, Luna almost always able to keep a calm mind.

If they were going to interrogate someone on a different day, and with a different person, she most likely would have asked the questions nicely, maybe being the good auror in a good auror, bad auror interrogation.

Not this morning.

Not only did she go to sleep late after being woke up in the middle of the night by Professor Snape, not only has she slept horribly, and heard the snores of not one but five Weasleys, she also woke up, way too early if she may add, from one of the best dreams she had, where she married Harry with both her mother and Harry's parents alive to celebrate it with them, only to interrogate Peter Pettigrew.

Oh, there is also the fact that he betrayed his friends and caused the imprisonment of an innocent man, and may also caused a few deaths.

Even as they arrived to the ROR, as Harry told her not to over react, as her friend administered the antidote to the drought of living death, and as the strongest truth potion was being forced into his throat, Luna kept thinking about ways to force the truth out of him if they find out he resists the Veritaserum.

Peter's POV

His thoughts were as clean as they would probably ever be as he woke up, as if someone used three different cleaning charm on them, he couldn't remember when was the last time he felt that way, yet as soon as he thought that, a memory jumped to his mind and he heard himself telling it.

"It was sixth year, Professor Dinklermont, that year's DADA professor told me the previous day that I need to leave class as he didn't know how I got in, as I for sure wasn't smart enough to get in.

after begging for another chance he told me I would take the O.W.L. test again, with slight variations.

So, as to not fail a test I barely passed with weeks of preparation, and as it wasn't a ministry administered test, I made a weak truth potion, easy to resist, yet almost as good in sharpening your memories as Veritaserum."

"It seems a side affect having it in your system is blurting up whatever memory is surfacing in your mind." Said a voice from his left side, who when he turned he instantly recognized her as pandora, even as a voice in his head told him it's impossible, that she is looking far too young and that her hair is in the wrong color.

"Pandora? What happened? Why am I blurting out what ever is on my mind?"

"Interesting, he seems to think you are your mother." This voice came from his right side, and even before he turned he recognize the man speaking as Ron Weasley's best friend.

"Marcus? Why do you do that?"

No, something is wrong, he was taller, had broader shoulders, and even with a robe on you could see his defined muscles, and while Marcus lost weight from all his training in quidditch, he didn't have muscles.

The puzzle pieces seemed to be mostly in his hands, and about to fall into place somewhat as the two lookalikes talked between themselves.

"Why didn't it happened to you with Sirius?" Pandora's lookalike said

"I don't know but I have two theories, either I didn't gave him enough time to think about a different thing, or that his mind, after being forced to watch his most terrible thoughts yet keep insisting he is innocent made it easy for those memories to come up." Marcus lookalike stoped before continuing "It could also be that his thoughts were already about his friends as he came into the castle to catch one of them."

"It might also be all three of them, Harry, never forget that possibility." The pale blond, almost white haired Pandora said.

"True, anyhow, we should move on to the topic of conversation, as I don't want to use anymore of my Veritaserum on this rat, it is expensive." The moment the bulky Marcus lookalike, now known as Harry, said the name of the strongest truth serum it all came rushing at him as he understood the situation.

Those two were Harry and Pandora's daughter, whose name, if he recalled correctly (which, with the help of Veritaserum he did) was Luna, and they made him drink the truth serum, after already administrating it to Sirius and should have most of the story in their hands.

Now, he only had two choices, fight the truth serum and fail, or not.

"Tell us, what truly happened on the night of Halloween 1981?"

'I'm sorry, I failed' he thought as he started talking

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"Tell us, what happened on the night of Halloween 1981?"

This is it, this would be, until he will manage to get the story from Voldemort's perspective, the fullest version of what happened on that night.

"I was at home, waiting to be called as I took another glass of icevotka, trying to calm my nerves as I knew this day would be the last one I would live as I did till now, that no matter if I succeed or fail, this was my chance to make a difference in the world." Pettigrew started telling his story. "And then I was called, the pain that dammed tattoo shot through my hand was horrific, almost as much as a Cruciatus from the dark lord himself, something he made me feel once or twice as I failed to show results, and understanding that once again made me rethink my choice, about choosing to do it and having to deal with the guy who won't only kill whoever stood in his way, not only torture them, but would make sure his followers would experience it too, and on a regular basis.

But I had no choice, so drowning my third glass of icevotka, I apparited to the Lastrange manor, where the dark lord spent the night.

"Hello wormtail, how nice of you to join us." The dark lord said, making me wince as I once again regretted telling them about the nickname, as they took a friendly joke and made it an insult.

Putting a nervous smile on my face I said "what do you need me for, my lord?"

"My patience is running low, I told you that today was your last chance, did you, or did you not found where the Potters stay?"

"I, I did my lord." I said, giving him the piece of paper that was prepared beforehand with the address of James and Lily."

"Wait!" Harry stopped him there, noticing something weird. "Why didn't you tell him about the address yourself? Why give it in a piece of paper?"

"I couldn't, wasn't the secret keeper."

"You weren't? Then who was?"

"Dumbledore of course, whose hands would you put the secret that safe guard your life in except the one who scares Voldemort the most?"

"And you got the coordinates of the house from Dumbledore who knew who you are going to give them to?"

"Of course, all of it was his plan to finish the war once and for all, he was the reason I became a spy for both sides before Snape came in and stole my job."

"You were a double agent?"

"Yes, no one would have suspected me having the courage to spy on the dark lord, not even me, but never forget my house, I am a Gryffindor thorough and thorough. So when the headmaster himself, Dumbledore, asked me at the beginning of my final year at Hogwarts to help the war effort and infiltrate the Death Eaters, I agreed and managed, little by little, throughout the year, to convince a few of the sympathizers that I agree with their opinions, this making me the official spy in both the Death Eaters and in the Order of the Phoenix."

That explained so many things, why Peter betrayed his friends, how Dumbledore didn't seem to know about any of that while in a war with the abilities of a Legilimen, nor with Snape as a spy, yet didn't seem surprised when it was revealed in the original story.

It also meant one thing clearly: Dumbledore isn't the that 'good grandfather' who cares about his students even after their graduation as he portrayed in the books until the almost end of the fifth, as long as you don't think too deeply about them, the best situation is that he is the greater good man, something Harry seriously doubted, with the worst is that this so called war of light and darkness is in fact a war between two evil guys with different philosophies about the way to control the world playing a gigantic chess game with all magical people as their game pieces.

"Continue your tale about that Halloween night." He said, wanting to know what exactly happened.

"As I gave him the piece of paper I gave a request Dumbledore hasn't told me to ask, something I have never done before but felt the need to do it for the chance to save my friends.

"My lord," I said, letting my fear out as much as possible, hoping the rumors of his ability to small fear and his love for it put him on a good mood. "Would you mind instead of killing James and Lilly Potter, stun them so I can do it myself? I really want them dead on my feet!" It was my last chance to make sure they survive, Dumbledore already told me the prophecy made sure at least one of the children would survive and that the dark lord would die, this was my chance to also save my friends.

I don't know why, maybe the rumors were true, maybe knowing this night is the night he destroy the prophecy the headmaster told me about, maybe it was part of fate just like Marcus surviving the night or maybe it was the thought of how fun it would be to watch the Potters realize their friend betrayed them and caused the death of not only them but their children, but it worked.

"Never say Lord Voldemort doesn't repay for hard work."

"Thank you, my lord, thank you." I bowed before appariting to the street near the house and changed to my rat form before hiding near the entry door to watch and see if there was something I can do to help, as while I am not that good in wand subjects, I was the second best in potions in my year, just after Snape, and you don't know when a potion might be needed to save someone.

As the dark lord showed up my nerves went through the roof, as he obliterated the front door I cried, knowing that whether or not my friends would survive, they would never forgive me, but I did it for the entire wizarding world.

The flash of red light before the sound of James yelling curses stoped made a relief shoot through my body as I ran toward him just to see he was only unconscious, a red light followed by a scream of Avada Kedavra and a green light made me transform back to my human form as I moved upstairs, as quietly as I could, hoping I could see my hard work payed off, and my godson survives, yet I hearing another Avada Kedavra made me rush up instead, thinking that if non of it worked I would better die as I caused the death of two babies for no reason, yet the screech that came right after it convinced me I managed to do it, I saved the world!

Rushing even faster upstairs, I managed to change into a rat and hide in the corner just in time to avoid being seen by some sort of smoke with a face that looked like the dark lord before it leaved.

Seeing the body of the dark lord disappeared, with only his wand where it should have been, I knew the dark lord is still alive yet in his smoke state.

Making sure Lilly is alive I then turned to the twins,

One of the twins was crying with blood siping out of his head and I immediately used some of the Dittany's essence I had on hand, before turning to the other who seemed to be as unconscious as his parents, though was also bleeding from the forehead, using the rest of my Dittany's essence I made sure the blood stopped gashing from both of the children's head before using a two street mirror to call the headmaster."

At that point both Harry and Luna were shocked, both he and Marcus were hit with the killing curse and survived? Was the prophecy different in this world? Unwilling to to interrupt the story again, Harry saw Luna was about to speak but with a quick look in her direction he made sure there would be no interruptions

"Professor," I said "it worked, they all survived."

"They all survived? All of them?" The professor's tone was of a surprised man, yet had another sound I couldn't recognize.

"Yes, all of them, I managed to convince the dark lord to spare them for the time."

"What about Voldemort? Is he truly dead? Who is the one who defeated him? Who did Voldemort marked?"

"N-No, I don't think he is dead, I saw some kind of a spirit like smoke leaves the room after he casted his second Avada Kedavra, and I don't know which one did he mark as both boys are bleeding from their forehead, the only difference is that one of them is unconscious and the other is crying."

"That is most troubling," the older man said in a grave voice. "Voldemort's survival means only one part of the prophecy was fulfilled, and we have to know who is the chosen one so we can make sure he is prepared, but for now, you must disappear, hide, I will help you make everybody think you are dead, until the day Voldemort returns and you can serve the light again."

"But... they would think of me as a traitor!"

"No, my child, I would make sure everybody believes you to be a hero, no matter what."

After finishing the conversation I ran away, and for three days I lived in muggle London, trying to fit in until Dumbledore made contact with me again, telling me everyone think I'm dead by the hands of Sirius and that he is waiting for a trial, before telling me he prepared a home for me as a pet rat for the Weasley family after telling Arthur pet rats were the muggle number one animals."

Harry felt all the pieces come together, Dumbledore probably changed the Potters memory of the secret keeper to Sirius, and made sure the prophecy would happen, he was also the one who made sure wormtail would be the pet of the Weasley family, the only two things he wasn't sure about are how could both him and Marcus survive, something he can't get an answer from the rat animagus and another thing, but just as he was about to ask it, Luna beat him to it.

"Why did you let Sirius go to Azkaban? Isn't he your friend?"

"Sirius? No, he is the guy hanged with my friends in school forcing me to hang with him, he is the guy who made fan of me at school all the time for being with less talented then him and having to work twice as hard for the same results. But I would have kept considering him a friend if he didn't almost made my best friend Remus go to kill someone and either go to Azkaban or be put to death for a prank. No, Remus, who helped me and I him, who was scared to hurt someone so much that he hurt himself, is my friend, James, who saved Remus and even Snape for nothing more then to help a friend, who understood boundaries, who spent more time with me then he needed to practice the animagus transformation so I wouldn't be the only one in the group in the castle on a full moon, is my friend.

Sirius is someone who tried to kill another person for laughs, I consider him being in Azkaban a fitting punishment."

Both me and Luna raised our eyebrows at this rant, it felt like he waited for that speech for a really long time.

"Well, I think that is all, do you have any more questions Luna?"

"No Harry, I'm good."

"Well then..." I said as I administered the antidote for the truth serum and raised my wand in the most unexpected person in this world that seemed more and more different from the books I have in my mind.

"Obliviate

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Harry's POV

It didn't take more then 10 minutes to put the rat animagus near the Gryffindor tower after obliviating him and return to the room of requirements, and by the time he arrived near the room he felt he had to talk with Luna about the only three courses of actions which made sense after eliminating the idiotic ones, and ask for her opinion on which path should they take going forward, yes, them, they were in this together as she chose to join in.

1) Work with Dumbledore without fully trusting him with anyone's life which are important to them. Going in that direction means working with someone who could be an enemy or at least someone who would sacrifice them in a heartbeat, yet they would have more information, another downside is that for them to make the headmaster to trust them without any binding magic would be almost impossible, making them unable to change options later. This option was one he was almost completely against as the benefits are minimal, yet needed to be said, if only to put everything in the open.

2) Creating a third side to the war. This would mean more work as they would need to find more people to work with, gather information on the Death Eaters and the order of Phoenix, and, of course train those people. It would pretty much mean the end of Harry's studies about anything not war related, at least for the short while, yet the upsides are total trust with everyone he works with, the ability to change the way this war works, and probably save the life of a lot of people.

3) Stand on the sideway as they watch the two sides tire each other before taking both sides out, doing so would let Harry continue his studies as he did till now, plus make sure there won't be any slip-ups about their knowledge, not to mention that Dumbledore would probably die on Harry's sixth year, taking a veritable that would probably try to kill Harry at some point, off the table. Yet, it would mean having a bigger chance the few people he cares about, and the people Luna cares about in greater risk of death, not to mention that the reason he got his second chance in life is to fulfill the prophecy which meant he would have to be the one to kill Voldemort.

Yet, as he walked into the ROR Luna wasn't alone, instead, there were two familiar redheads talking with her.

"Hey Harry, how was your night, sleeping with other people in the same room like us, the common folks."

Rolling his eyes, he answered to him. "Let it go George, it wouldn't matter if you and Fred had private rooms as A) you would probably just move the bed to the other one's room and B) your grades wouldn't let you keep the room. Anyhow, what are you doing here? Don't you have quidditch practice?"

"Nope, all club activities were canceled after the Black fiasco for today." George answered making Harry wince "Please don't call it the Black fiasco, it sounds super racist."

"What's racist?" Fred asked "Sound pretty cool to me, like a man who participates in a lot of broom races, maybe even having it as a job is racist."

"No," Harry said signing, he had taken upon himself to teach the twins a little bit of muggle knowledge so he wouldn't have to cringe and have the feeling he talks with mentally challenged people whenever they talked about muggle stuff like electricity or about stuff like that. "it's the equivalent of being a blood supremacist, only instead of whether or not you have a magical ancestry, it's about your nationality and skin color, like looking down on the Patil twins or Su Li because of their skin color or looking down on the French because they are not from England."

"Oh," the twins looked at one another and said "oops" before laughing "look at us, we are practically redheaded Malfoy!"

'Well, you can't truly change the mentally challenged."

"So," he said after they calmed down "what are you working on right now?"

"Well, we finished our animagus transformations," George said

"Yes, you are lookin' right now on one good looking, awesome fully controlled Meerkat animagus by the name of Timon, and a little bit dumb, yet also fully controlled parrot animagus by the name of Lago."

Yes, as soon as they told me their animagus transformation I showed them Aladdin and the lion king, making them and Luna officially the first pure-blooded wizards and witch to become Disney fans.

"At least I can fly, not to mention talk in my form."

"Yes, you probably want a cracker."

"If you won't stop arguing about that I would have Harry make me a lightsaber before using it to make you!" Luna said "Sorry Harry, but this argument started even before you came."

So he might have also showed them Star Wars, but it was only for educational purposes, as he needed inspiration for his AI project, he swears.

"Anyway," George said after raising his hands in mock surrender "right now we are perfecting our sicandies, yet we don't have much money to do more after that, so probably sell them to earn some."

"Well, I might have a proposal for that, how about making me a partner, and in exchange of 1/3 of all future profits I would pay you 500 Galleons and of course, help creating part of the products, the only two things you would have to promise not to do are to keep my involvement secret, and no matter what, not sell any variation of love potion, and I mean any!"

The twins looked at one another, and with only a twitch of their head, it felt like they had completed an entire conversation.

"We would agree, but only if you told us what is the secret we keep forgetting." Fred said.

"Yes, we might sometimes act dumb, but we know something ain't right, it feels like every time we think about something about you we keep forgetting, and when we researched it, every time we reached advance magic we forgot about it and went to do something else." Said George.

"In the end we had convince our minds to stop thinking it's something you did, figuring someone put a spell on you as we searched those kinds of magics, till we found it, who put the Fidelius charm on you and why?" The look in both the redheaded eye's became the sharpest he has ever seen in them, as he couldn't help but marvel their genius minds, as they managed to figure out their forgetfulness and the cause even as it somewhat intertwined with the Fidelius.

"Sure, but I need an unbreakable vow from both of you that whatever is said here and now won't be discussed with anyone whose not in this room right now, nor give any hints, let them in your mind or give your memories, and that you won't try wiggle your way out of this promise, oh, and that the only place you can talk about the subject if I'm not in your 2 meter radius is this room."

The shock in their eyes grew as the oath they needed to swear grew tighter.

"Tell me one thing," Fred said, "is it cool?"

"Extremely"

They shared a look and said together

"Fine"

Never say Gryffindors don't have desire for knowledge.

A quick unbreakable vow later and Harry said one word before they started their long conversation, in the end of which he had two more wandless magic student, two more to conspire with, and two more close friends.

This word was "Dobby

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"Now that we finished with this," Harry sighed, thinking about the time he lost today before cheering himself with the fact he not only about to have two helpers, in his researches and in the war, but start a wizarding business that would make sure he has more steady income, not only for his future after Hogwarts, but to continue his studies after he make sure the Potter's riches are in Goblin's hands.

"Let's talk about the future of our business."

"What's there to talk about?" Asked Fred "We create joke products, sell them, make money and smiles."

"Sure, that's one way to do it, but you know there are multiple ways to make people happy while making us more money, plus, what about the fact everything needs to be done by hand making it time consuming, thus after we start the business creating new products would be much harder." Harry didn't even want to mention the fact that only making joke items lowers the amount of people who would buy the products and the time of year they would buy it, as the buyers would mostly be students and whether the shop would be in Hogsmead or Diagon ally, there would be a time they don't buy there throughout the year.

"Oh, you mean to use machines like muggles to produce the merchandise?" Luna asked excited.

"Bingo." Harry said "If you remember the books I gave the three of you last Christmas,"

"You mean the one that disappeared after two days so we haven't finished reading him after playing with the muggle joke products you gave us?" Said George, still annoyed about that.

"Yes, that's the one." Harry said, ignoring the irritation in the man's voice.

"So, as was written in page 69-78, muggle technology and magic don't have problems working together, and in page 143-167 ("how the help is he remembering the exact page?" [George]"He has perfect memory"[Fred] "oh right" [George] "don't bother him he is in his teacher mode"[Luna]) it's explained that one of the muggles' advantages are their ability to create products much faster then us, as they don't need to create each one of them personally, and that the reason we can't do that is that our products are created with our magic, which is why even potions have to be created by magical people."

"But they use electricity, don't they? And you told me it's just a different, less complicated state of magic, why can't we use the same to create products?"

"Well Luna, that's partially right, it's more accurate to say that magic is a higher state of energy, maybe the highest, and there is no reason for us not to do it, except that we would need to continually power up machines with magic, or we would need to create an artificial magical generator and right now I only know of one magical generator, the philosopher's stone."

"You mean that if we create this magical generator we would be immortals!?" Fred said with his eyes wield.

"No!" Harry said shaking his head hard. "The philosopher's stone is a semi-natural generator, we would create artificial one."

"Why not create the philosopher's stone then?" George asked

"For three reasons, 1) It took Nicolas Flamel most of his life to discover it, we shouldn't waste so much time on it. 2) We aren't sure how he created it, as much as he said it was with alchemy, creating something that can create gold and maintain life shouldn't be possible by alchemy alone, as it works on the principle, like all magic, of equal exchange, and that creation is based on creating something out of nothing."

"What do you mean equal exchange?" George asked

"You supply enough magic and fire is lit is a perfect example for easy magic with simple exchange, harder magics require more magic, therefor creating the basic first five years syllabus of charms in Hogwarts, more complicated magics require extra ingredients, there by creating the potion class and DADA class, as when you do magic you don't have the right price to pay you pay something else, this led to the creation of dark magic."

"Wait, let's put aside that potions and dark magic are basically the same, just regular magic that people don't have enough magic to do, why can't the philosopher's stone just be like a potion?" Luna asked

"That's what I thought, until I searched when were potions created, did you know there isn't any books on potions, nor mentions of potions in the history books from before 483 years ago in Hogwarts, with the exception of magical people making muggles pay for colored mud water as a way for quick money? In fact, the first time a real potion was showed to the world was were Russia is today, when a man by the name of Nikolai Agapov when the wizarding council over there debated forbidding rituals and he gave it as a substitute, and while I have doubts it was truly the first potion ever created, there is no doubt it wasn't good enough to create the elixir of life two hundred years before potions became a subject which are taught at school.

That means he created it in a ritual, and while it's possible it was a simple one, and that he just continued doing it to keep the stone working, I don't have the knowledge to do it, nor do we have the need, as to create a magical generator can be done much more simply."

"Really? How?" Fred asked

"By using three things we already have, the coils which can transport magic, the students love for chocolate frog's cards, and something I learned about in my summer trip to Japan, have you heard about Yu-Gi-Oh?"

One month later

Luna's POV

It took three weeks of constant work for all of them finish creating the products, the twins worked the use of disks to create illusions based on the specific cards that were put on the decks, Harry worked on the taking of magic based of the 'life points' you put inside, so not only would it be possible to take all the losing side's life points to a container he created, but in the end the winner's side also, thus making sure both side's magic go use in all of their company.

Yes all of them, as Luna was the one working on the card creation, whether it's painting them or researching the right magical animals, artifacts, spells, or people, she became one of the four owners of the company that created monster's card dual (the name that they decided to call their game), it then took one week of testing, to see it works exactly right everywhere at school by having duals everywhere they could, with the exception of both Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff's common rooms, after another week of extreme work on decks and cards, in which somehow Harry created enough disks for the entire school and Luna and the twins created copies painted magically as it's much faster then by hand, and it was now, at breakfast of the second Saturday of December, that the twins are about to start marketing it.

"Hello all breakfast eaters" said George, who was now even easier to recognize with his colorful wings like aura, both him and Fred standing on the Hufflepuff table, as it was in the middle of the hall.

"Sit dawn Messrs Weasley!" Said professor McGonagall.

"Just a second, we're just about to announce something." Fred said, him having a radish brown aura now

"15 points from Gryffindor." Professor Snape said making even Luna roll her eyes 'seriously, can't he at least listen'

"Now, now," the headmaster said "let's see what Messrs Weasley has to say." 'Sure, make yourself the good guy.' Since Luna heard Pettigrew's story she couldn't help but see everything Dumbledore said as manipulation.

"Thank you professor, now, where was I?"

"Hello all breakfast eaters, though now that they are looking at us they aren't eating, with the exception of Ronnikins, Crabbe and Goyle, so we should start differently, how about 'Good morning students, teachers and occasional owl'" Fred answered to the rhetorical question "thank you, Good morning students, teachers and the occasional owl, you are about to witness history." George said dramatically making a few students, Luna among them, to laugh.

"Aren't you tired of the same old boring games?" Fred asked, making people murmur "Aren't you tired of having no way or resolving conflict at school without getting detention or point loss, as whether it's physically, or magical way, you aren't allowed to do anything? If you are then this game is for you."

"We, and our associates, created this card game, where your knowledge, power, luck, strategy and anything else you would need in a real world fight is joined together for an epic dual, one that can show who is superior in every fight! So, do you want to hear the rules?"

Daphne's POV

As much as Daphne didn't want to admit it, this game sounded intriguing enough, not to mention it might help stop all the pointless fights some of the students (cough, Malfoy, cough) start.

"It's pretty simple actually, we will give everyone of the students, free of charge of course, one deck of 40 basic random cards, some of them might be the same as other students get, some might be unique, and we would give them to the teachers to distribute, so there would be no thoughts of us giving Gryffindors preferential treatment. In addition we would give every student disk dual, on which you fight." As twin A continued telling the rules, twin B went to professor Flitwick with a box that was apparently on the chair next to him, gave it to him and returned.

"The game is to use the cards you have against the cards your opponent has to get his life point to zero, there are monster cards, magic cards, and traps.

Monster cards can be real magical creatures, important historical wizards or witches, magical plants or even regular animals, they can either be summoned regularly or with a special requirement and some might have special abilities, each has attack and defense points, all of which would be written on the cards, and both the attack points of monsters can be raised by using your magic on the cards.

Magic cards work as cards of special affects, there are different kinds of magical cards, most of which are charms and transfigurations, but there are also potions, divination and astrology.

Lastly, the are traps, which are magical cards that you put in your turn to use in your opponent's turn, it is mostly runes and arithmancy, with potions and herbiology as addition.

The first one to make his opponent reach zero wins.

Any questions?"

Daphne had a few, most of which are about whether or not Harry Peverel was one of their associates, as she could almost smell him over this, there is no way the Weasleys could think about this game, yet before she could gather her thoughts, someone asked them a question she missed.

"Excellent question! There are four ways to get new cards in addition to your original 40." Twin B said "The first is to find improvements to cards, for instance, if someone learns that the lumos charm was created to keep at bay evil spirits and it doesn't show the affect in the card, tell us and show us your source, if it is true we would give you a rare pack of five cards.

The second way is to buy from us, 5 Knuts for a common pack, where the chance to get rare is little, 9 knuts for rare pack, where you would get at least one rare card for sure, and 19 Knuts for unique packs where you even have a chance to get unique cards that has less then 10 copies each. Again, you don't have to buy, you could always play with the free cards we gave you, the only reason we even make it possible to buy is that those things cost us money.

Third way is pay us galleon a card, and we will create a pack of your desire.

And lastly, unique events, where we would make a game of sorts in school, in which people can even get legendary cards, the first of each is today, and the prices are:

10)professor Trelawney-monster with great divination effect.

9)professor Vector-monster with great arithmancy effect.

8) professor Babbling- monster with great arithmancy effect.

7) professor Binns - monster with great sleep inducing effect

6) professor Lupin -monster with two great secret effects, one that when used could make you win, yet can only be used by those with the knowledge to use them." She saw the DADA Professor pale a little, making her wonder what secret could they mean.

5) professor Sprout - monster with great herbiology effect and uniting effect

4) professor Flitwick - monster with two great dualing effects

3) professor Snape - monster with a potion effect and point reduction effect

2) professor McGonagall - monster with great transfiguration effect and detention effect

And of course 1) the headmaster, professor Dumbledore, with three effects, one transfiguration effect, one defense against the dark arts affect and one hogwarts affect."

The only person who didn't want to play was probably Professor Snape, if everything they said about the game is true, then not only was it about to become the number one game, it was also extremely impressive magic.

"Everyone, students and teachers, get your disk and pack from Professor Flitwick and get ready, the first tournament of the monster dual cards begin!"

Omake

He remembered a life before, a life where this world was a book, a movie, so it shouldn't surprise anyone he was bored of this world, as he woke in the body of a fu*king history professor's ghost. Why, why, why couldn't he be transmigrated in someone alive, even if that person wasn't the main character, even if he didn't have magic!

Not to mention this world wasn't exactly the one he saw in previous life, there were two Harry Potters, but well, he got used to it, living in a fanfiction, yet... "why are there

Yu-Gi-Ho disks and fights? Don't tell me that I was transmigrated into a crossover

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Chapter: 110110 professor s opinions and Duels

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Filius's POV

As Filius watched the first official card duel, he couldn't help but smile with astonishment as he thought about the amazing job four of his students did.

Yes, he knew the whole group who created this sophisticated magic and amazing game, after all, they came to him with it the other day for support.

Flashback

"Professor?" "Mr. Peverel, come in, come in, I haven't seen you for a long time, came for a magical trouble or philosophical question this time?" Yet, as his favorite student came, three more came right after.

"Miss Lovegood, Messrs Weasley, what a surprise, and to see you all together, I hope it isn't because of a fight?" Filius asked worryingly, as he truly loved those four students he really hoped they didn't fight, especially if the reason is as dumb as houses.

"No, professor." Miss Lovegood said, making the miniature man sigh in relief. "We are actually here as the four of us created something we hope you would endorse."

"Really? The four of you? Call me intrigued." And he truly was, those four students were each an amazing mind on its own, even if you can't really see it with the twins as they are constantly together.

"Yes, we created a magical card game that can not only be fun, but also be used in the school to solve conflicts, teach, and make friends throughout the houses and the years."

"Really?" He truly felt doubtful "how so?"

"Well, it's called monster cards duels and the rules are..." as the professor heard the rules and saw a fake duel for demonstration, he begun to understand how it would teach. As students use the cards they own they have to explain their affects for them to work, therefore making both them and their opponents know the information on the card, that, plus the need to research your cards for not only spacial affects that aren't written but for the chance of getting new, better cards for free, would make them study on their own about magic, creatures and potions.

In addition to that, not only would this game teach them strategy, it would make them use more of their magic each day, to maintain their illusions till the end of the duel, therefore strengthening their magic in the long run, and without using any magic on their fellow students.

All in all, he could only say one thing about this "Amazing! Incredible! This game would truly help this school become the greatest school In Europe again!"

"So, will you help us?" One of the twins asked

"Of course I would! Well... only if you promise me two things." Filius said, feeling mischievous

"What?" The other twin asked

"Well the first is creating a special deck for me, something focused on charms and Ravenclaw."

"Sure, how about I will create 15 charms magic cards? And maybe 15 duelist monster cards and 10 Ravenclaw's riddle's traps?" Miss Lovegood said, starting to think about the cards "Standard 40, on which you can add 20 more cards of your choosing at a later date."

"That would great, miss Lovegood, as for my second request, would you mind creating a card of me?" The mischievous in his eyes probably made them sparkle as much as Dumbledore's does, yet the ones he saw in his students' eyes even surpassed that.

"Who to say we didn't?"

End flashback

After that he went to the headmaster's office where he explained the game and it's consequences, mentioning only the Weasley twins as the creators, as asked by the two Slytherin students, and by the end of it the professor agreed it's an excellent way to use rivalry, friendship and time of rest to teach the students and agreed to it.

And now, not a day later, he not only saw the first card duel, but had the chance to win a card of himself. He couldn't help but be called for his turn.

Minerva's POV

When Minerva heard the twins' idea of the game for the first time she wanted to yell at them, the only reason she didn't is the whisper of the headmaster, as she saw the illusions that were created she felt as if her face became purple, as not only those illusions were extremely well done, something that said a lot of the creators skill in transfiguration, the knowledge that was put in the cards was on a level she expected from magizoologists, charm masters and a top class seventh year's students in potion class, which meant the only reason they were not doing well in school is that they didn't care, it's only when she saw the game proceeds, the combinations that the students preformed, and the excitement she saw on the students face as they yelled "Oh, I didn't know you could use those spells like that." And "I want to learn this spell in real life." That she calmed down, maybe, just maybe, the twins deserved a break.

Bathsheda's POV

As much as Bathsheda wanted to focus on the duels, to watch first and second years use rune traps and get excited about third year and their choices, she couldn't, not her and not Septima, both of them were focused on the disks they got, the disk was a simple product a fourth year, maybe advanced third year could create when you only look about the runes, yet a masterpiece maybe a seventh year could create for their graduation project when you look at the arithmancy, as no matter how both of them looked, the ability to create such perfect illusions of only two dimensional cards in three dimensions is incredible, and to make it on more then 300 different products without mistakes? They needed to talk with the twins, they can't waste their time doing this! They can change the magical world!

Severus's POV

As the 10 students who got the first 10 spots were left, still with not one teacher called to the stage, Severus's patient was long gone, wasn't the reason each professor got a special deck is so they would have a chance to get their card, he wasn't willing to be humiliated by having an illusion of his fight in a children's game, especially not when the one who apparently won his card was one Lee Jordan, fighting for a Gryffindor, can there be anything more humiliating?

Just as he was about to yell at the demon twins, one of them said "Now that you got to the top 10, now that you got your cards, it's time to see if you deserve them! And whose better to see how you use a card about the professors, then the professors themselves!" The yelling the crowd did was almost as bad as in a quidditch game.

"Professors, if you may?" Each one of the professors whose card is on the stake went into the quidditch field, where all the duels happen, with the exception of Sybill, who hasn't came out from her tower.

"As professor Trelawney didn't come, would Professor Potter replace her?"

As Lily came down from the audience, she looked as graceful as she did for the last 12 years, a sharp contrast to how she used to be when they were friends, and as much as it hurt to admit, he once again had to, his old friend is dead.

As he used Occlumency to suppress his emotions, he focused on the game, he had to win it.

Lupin's POV

Even as his duel started he was in a state of panic, could it be? Could they know? That he is a monster, a werewolf? How? How could they? Yet, as he remembered looking into his cards he saw every monster he could think they talked about in class, except two, vampires and werewolves, and with the area magic he got - full moon, he knew they must have known, who does that? Who jokes about those kind of stuff? Or is it blackmail? It doesn't matter right now, all that matters is win the duel. "I use the magic card Marauder's Map, this artifact let me look in your cards as long as I know it's activation words, and throw one of them to the cemetery as long as I know the other- I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.- show me your cards" the illusion showed the map being activated as if it was the real map, choosing to throw away the protego trap, he called "protego card! Mischief managed"

Both the werewolf and the map? He really needed to know who told the twins all his secrets

Lily's POV

As she dueled she couldn't help but look at her hand, she really liked the defensive warrior she just got- "the boy who lived" while this card has no attack points, and it's defense power is lame, it has a special ability, when you attack this card you have to attack him twice to destroy it, and in the second time you can instead sacrifice a different card in your hand, the next turn She would put him on the field.

"Now I summon destiny child, the fate seer, come out Professor Trelawney" as she saw the illusion of the woman who created the prophecy that endangered her son she couldn't help but get pissed, yet as she saw the attack points the illusion had she smiled, she's going to destroy it.

"I activates the special ability Professor Trelawney possess, 'fate's gamble', I choose one of your cards, if it a monster you have to tell me it's name- and I choose this." He pointed toward "the boy who lived" card, "yes, it's a monster" "great, now I can choose whether it's attack points or defense are higher, if I'm right, it goes to the cemetery and your life points get knocked down by the number of stars that are on the card multiplied by 400- and I say defense points."

It was the first and last game of monster card duels she would ever play.

Albus' POV

When Albus first heard about the game just last night he thought it was a joke and when he heard the Weasley twins are responsible for that he was sure, and when just the next day they announced it and explained the rules, he just thought that even if it wasn't, it would fore sure be badly made, yet as he saw game after game, he couldn't help but be impressed, the illusions were great, it was informative, and most of all, it was fun, both to watch and to play, the only downside is that it took about 5% of the magic of an average student for a game, even so, each student had at most five games in a tournament of almost 300 students, so it won't tire them too much, nor would it make their magic grow too much as long as they play it in moderation.

Now he just need two things- to win this game so he would own the Dumbledore card, and make sure the twins use this kind of influence for good, just like how he made sure Freddo Frindecle, the creator of the chocolate frogs put only good people on it, after all, we wouldn't want people searching for a Voldemort card, right?

Harry's POV

As the energy of all the students who played today gathered around the philosopher's stone, Harry was about to do his first ritual, this ritual wasn't extremely exhausting, nor was it heavy with magic, the only thing that was needed is the magical energy of a hundred different people that was willingly given, and the more people who gave it, the better.

This ritual, before he modified it, was about putting the breath of life inside a golem, thus creating a self sustaining magical guardian that would serve the first person it sees as its master.

As you might guess, Harry was doing the ritual on the code of the AI he created after more then 6 months work, as he didn't want any chance of it betraying him, only after doing that and the restraining codes he put inside the AI already would he feel safe enough to let it work, and now, the first artificial intelligence in the world, the one that would revolutionize the magical world from its shadows, is about to be created