Hello everyone!

So one of my friends read Chapter 3 a week ago and asked me about the Mindscape thingy. "Why Bill said that he didn't bring anyone in the Mindscape if he was with Newton and searching for more knowledge? (Chapter 2 - The Promised Day)" Welp, my answer is this.. there's two different kind of Mindscapes in Harry Potter's world, one of those are the typical ones, our own mind, and the other came from Bill's own world (and the one that goes in Chapter 1 - Reform, also known as the remake of the Nightmare Realm).

Bill frequently visits the humans by going to their own Mindscapes, while he, by dragging Harry, went to his own. That's why the "I haven't brought anyone here in years" quote. That's all I wanted to clarify.

Also, my apologies to the delay, but my classes, even if they're online, keep me very busy now with the coming exams (as grupal projects) that I have to do, adding that there's only me as a writer and as a reader, so instead for my normal 13 days I have to prolong a little more to complete and check the next chapter. Most of you would recognized a quote inside this chapter. Without another news to you all, enjoy!

Chapter 4

Nameless?

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Saturday August 10, 1985
4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey

"Psst, Harry, wake up."

A voice was calling to him from deep in his mind, asking him to return from the glorious dream he is having. Back to the world of reality. Harry decided, for once in his five years, to ignore the voice by covering himself with the blanket.

"Hey, get up or everything will get cold!" Harry didn't flinch. He kept his eyes shut, trying to go back to sleep. "Seriously kid. Don't make me do something out of context, because being me I have hundreds of ideas that will make you wake up."

Harry remained glued to the bed, his mind not wanting to recognize the One-eyed beast's voice. But he decided to ignore him. It was Saturday and the Dursleys would not wake up in no more than twenty minutes.

"Very well.. if that's what you want. Don't say I didn't warn ya!"

Harry didn't hear him in the cupboard again, letting out a sigh. And so go back to sleep during the day. Just a few more minutes-

* PIN PIN PIN POUIIINNN! *

"AAAH!" Harry fell from his bed and hit the ground tangled in his sheets. When he recovered, he looked over at his partner on the floor, confused. "Wu-!? Huh?"

"Finally! Good morning, sleepy head!" he exclaimed happily. "I tried to wake you, but as soon as I knew that you're ignoring me.. I brought this!" he sounded the air horn again before making it disappear, laughing at the infant's pale face. "Anyway, now that you're awake, come out for breakfast!"

"B-Breakfast?" he asked in fright. "O-Outside my cupboard? And what about..?" Harry stopped, hinting on the last word.

"Oh, you mean the Dursleys?" Harry nodded, watching as he gets down and rotating around him. "That won't be a problem! Let's say they won't getting up until noon.. probably"

"Probably!?" Harry exclaimed. "W-What will happen to m-my chores!?"

"I've already done most of it," he said to Harry, brushing a bit of dust from his hat. "Any more questions, young man? Because if you don't go out soon your food will get cold. And I spent a lot of energy to prepare everything and ... I think I will collapse any time ... Anyway, I'll wait for you at the table!"

Without further ado, he shot out the door, leaving Harry standing in the cupboard, the door still open and, putting on his socks, followed him into the kitchen.

Since Harry made his wish those two weeks ago, the entity accompanied him at all times -except the bathroom- during his days. Sometimes it helped him water the plants or clean the house, something he tried to avoid but was very stubborn.

"The faster you finish, the more time you'll have to rest," was his only excuse.

And even if he didn't like it, he had to admit that having a few hours off was satisfactory. Not that he came to admit it.

On some occasions he would disappear, reappearing at night to tell Harry about his adventures and to show him a great variety of new knowledge that he was able to gather, the passion and dedication reflected in his way of narrating the stories behind the story.

The beast could spend hours talking about various topics that were almost difficult to stop. Harry let him continue even without being able to understand some things, because he knew how it felt to hide the things you like.

Seeing him so in awe of his life experiences left him with a contagious sense of joy.

And how could we forget Harry's own passions? The boy was a future chef. The entity was amazed at how quickly he learned new recipes from his books, showing dedication and how smart the boy was.

With that in mind, the beast promised to teach him about his magical power and worldly things.

Harry didn't know but unconsciously he let out a certain detail about his marks in school, and found out what that family put the boy through when he overcame the grades for the pathetic excuse of son they had.

He wouldn't let the Dursleys take advantage of Harry's potential, not now that he was here to support him.

He was his mortal friend after all.

The one-eyed triangle continued to drink his coffee over a cushion he made, feeling said child enter the kitchen, seeing the pile of food on the table.

"You shouldn't have.. to.." Harry fell silent out of nowhere, watching the triangle take the liquid with his eyelids, forming lips.

"Don't ask kid," he said, opening the eyelid and the black-haired boy could see teeth, the eye looking behind them. "I don't know the answer either"

Nodding slowly, Harry approached the table and began to eat his breakfast, scrambled eggs with bacon and toast. A typical dish with three cakes.

"And this?"

"Mmh? Oh, the desserts! Nothing special, I just wanted to add something new for breakfast. I read it in one of those magazines from your aunt," he replied, opening a newspaper written in German. "I wouldn't recommend going to check that nightstand though."

"Why not?"

"It's safer that way," was the only thing he answered, something that confused Harry but continued to ate his food.

When he finished, he stared at the three little desserts, noticing that his friend had finished his coffee and, taking a fork, Harry broke each piece of pastry until he had three pieces on two plates.

Setting his plate on his side, he pushed the other in front of the triangle, drawing his attention.

"It's too much for me," Harry excused himself. "Also.. it would be unfair for me to eat all this by myself.."

The entity kept looking at him without saying anything, just took the offered plate and, with his teeth on his eyelids, took a bite of the piece of cake in silence. Harry smiled at the gesture and also took a bite of his dessert, savoring the flavors it brought.

They both ate their slices, Harry humming happily to every bite he took. He never thought he could eat things as delicious as these and, despite the fact that his friend was helping Harry with his meals, the kid couldn't help but marvel at all the dishes that were presented to him.

Giving his last bite to his cake, Harry's mind shot to something he had forgotten to ask. Something very important.

"Now that I think about it ... what's your name?" The entity stopped his next bite, expanding its eye so that it could see Harry, confused. "Your name, do you have a name?"

"A name?"

"Yes, a name," Harry said innocently. "We all have a name, right?"

"I suppoooose.." he agreed with a frown. "I am called by many names. Dream demon, One-eyed beast, the pyramid of Egypt and one more that I don't even remember.."

"But don't you have your own?"

"My own?"

"I mean a name that is yours and yours alone. Not coming from titles they give you but from yourself," Harry pointed out. "For example I am Harry, Harry Potter. I know that there are many Harrys in the world, but it is still my name. It is unique and belongs to me."

The dream demon sat there, his mind wandering for an answer. A name, he was asking for a name. But no matter what he did, nothing came to his mind.

"I.. I hadn't thought about it," he confessed, leaving his plate on the table. "I never thought it was necessary ... until today."

"Maybe now is the time for you to look for yours!" Harry said cheerfully. "One that makes you feel good and comfortable. Like mine!"

"Why don't you give me one then?" he asked. "So we would quickly solve the problem."

"I can't give you one because it wouldn't be yours," Harry replied. "It wouldn't be fair."

"Aw, come on kid! Not even a little hand?"

"No uh, you should look it up for yourself. I'm sorry."

The entity watched as Harry quickly picked up the dishes and began to calmly wash them, leaving the creature alone with his thoughts.

A name.. It didn't seem difficult. It is just a simple word that would give a meaning to his complete existence, something that would differentiate him from others. He might even think about it after his flight.

Besides! How bad could it be?

Oh how wrong he was.

Sunday August 11

Harry glanced at the products in the store, occasionally checking the list his aunt Petunia had thrown in his face before sending him out to buy. Like every Sunday.

But despite how attentive he was, he couldn't help but think of the triangular being.

From their conversation yesterday, things started to get a little strange. More than usual. That morning he had just said goodbye with his hat in a beam of light, leaving him alone in the kitchen and beginning his routine day.

Cook for the Dursleys who came down with dark circles under their eyes, take out the trash, go for the mail, water the flowers and take out the grass.

When lunchtime came, Harry waited hungrily inside the shed. A snapping sound made him appreciate the simple plate of mashed potatoes with hamburger meat and orange juice.

Harry eagerly ate it while the entity remained silent. It wasn't normal for him to be silent, every hour he spent talking about his tour of the city or wherever the creature was going.

Harry knew this and was concerned.

"Are you okay?" he asked when he finished.

"Yes kid! Why are you asking?"

"You.." Harry thought better of it and look on his empty plate. "No, nothing."

When the one-eyed entity left, Harry continued his chores with that feeling of concern. The face of the triangle had been a frown, thoughtful and complex, nothing like the cheerful and bubbling personality of his.

At the end of his last job, Harry spent it locked in his cupboard painting with broken crayons a triangular figure, writing some doodles without importance. Should he have helped him find a name for him? Of course not, Harry claimed, this was the entity's name and not his. It has to be him alone.

At least at night Harry was able to distract him with various questions from the wizarding world, questions that were giving with very complete answers about its foundation and the people he met there.

Harry went through the list again in his hand. He must be finishing shopping, later he would think about the situation. Noticing the spinach bag, the boy grab it on the ledge and, to his surprise, found his friend sitting there.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" Harry caught his attention.

"Oh hey Harry!" he exclaimed. "Just taking a break after flying all over Greece!"

"In the vegetable section?" Harry asked. "Behind the spinach?"

"It's comfortable and has good cooling," he excused, crossing his arms. "And what are you doing here, kid?"

"Shopping," he replied, showing his list. "The normal thing of my Sundays."

"Oh, I can help you with that!" he offered himself.

"Hey, don't bother, I like to take my time," Harry stopped him before he snapped his fingers. "I don't need to rush completely. I can apologize that it was full and they will leave me alone. I'd rather take my time here than be in that house early."

"Mmmh.. if that's what you want, then okay!"

"How are you doing with your name?" Harry asked innocently in a small smile.

"Heh, fine. Everything is fine! Just taking a break like I said.." the nervous triangle answered him. "Oh look at the time! I must resume my journey or else I'll get lost on the way. See you later kid!"

And he disappeared into a comic pop, leaving a strange Harry with a spinach bag in hand without realizing the screams from one of the hallways. An old man being chased by a bunch of tusked melons and flying pineapples.

Monday August 12

"Ugh ... it's so cold. Why we must be here?" Harry whispered in his seat, shivering.

The next day had fallen in a cloudy weather. Harry and his hateful cousin Dudley were currently in the primary school. While he still fails in answer the teachers' questioning, he was starting to let the dumb-kid facade down and show his true potencial on the subjects.

Today, as usual, Harry lay quietly sitting in his seat paying attention to his Math teacher as she explained the class. Or at least tried.

Dudley and his group kept throwing papers at his head when she turned to the board, some getting stuck in the black hair that was now drooling from their saliva. Totally disgusting.

Harry sighed as he felt a sixth crash, watching her fall sideways to the ground. He listened to the giggles of the other students in the class, mocking the "poor kid" while Harry gripped with all his strength not to break his only pencil in complete humiliation. When the bell rang, he would go to the bathroom to wash his hair in the laundry room and hide from Durdley's gang as quickly as possible.

Something yellow caught his attention and Harry had to hold a gasp.

His triangulated friend had passed through the wall of his class and was floating humorously around the room, the same frown from yesterday on his face. He was legs and arms crossed, rotating slowly as he moved in front of Harry and the others, deep in his thoughs.

He saw him snap his fingers unconsciously and disappear through the other wall.

'How strange..' Harry thought before jumping from his seat as he hear someone scream. And see his teacher's hair on fire.

And she didn't seem the only one. The screams spread throughout the whole room, the children and the teacher having their hair on fire while they scamped around the room. Harry saw the chaos in his seat, eyes wide with shock and horror.

He scrubbed his hair in complete nervousness, unaware that the papers and saliva had disappeared.

"Oh my God.." he sighed hopelessly. "I hope the Dursleys won't blame me for this."

Unfortunately when he arrived with a tearful Dudley and an enraged Petunia, his prayers were not heard, leaving him without food for an entire month.

Not that he cared, since the inmortal creature was in charge of feeding him without them noticing. He could live with that.

At least it wasn't the hits again.

Tuesday August 13

Today was one of the best moments Harry has ever had. He was smiling in his seat as he saw the other children talking to their friends, without much hair to cover their skin while one person in particular was absence. The gang glared at him with hate while he laugh softy, remembering the sweet minutes of joy.

After the display of the classroom the day before, Harry was getting a rest in his friendly spot until he saw the gang of Dudley after him.

While Harry fled from the "Harry Hunting" and hide himself in one of the bathrooms, the entity had reappeared in the middle of his hiding place and, without looking at him, he snapped his fingers and disappeared in a loud "pop".

It was not after Piers' screams of exclamation and horror to realize what had happened. He had shaved Piers' hair!

The old kid was lucky to be sick that day, evading the fire. But now he was bold, like completely bold!

The teachers were unable to send him a note to the Dursleys as he was not "present" at the scene.

Now he has another memory to dream about. And to laugh about too.

Wednesday August 14

Wednesday they had reading classes with their language teacher, she starting to read a text for adults with a flat and boring voice.

" He hated to think of his own life stretching ahead of him that way, a long succession of days and nights that were fine - not good, not bad, not great, not lousy, not exciting, not anything. "

Yes, the class was nothing but boredom for all the children. Especially for little Harry Potter.

Not wanting to stay, Harry respectfully went out to the bathroom and waited awhile between tending to his needs and drinking some water.

"I should go back.." Harry said after thirty minutes, deciding to get off the floor and left the bathroom.

When he returned he ran into a stressed director trying to calm the children and those students laughed out loud with the entity looking upside down at them.

Harry turned his eyes and what he found made him hold back his own chuckles.

The teacher had gotten a garish squirrel tone out of nowhere, is now shedding tears of humiliation.

Again Harry was saved from the scolding of the adults with a nice memory to sleep once more, this time having a screen to play it in his Mindscape.

Thursday August 15

"You'd got too far.. you."

"I'm so sorry kid.. But hey, at least you don't have to go there again and get yourself bored! Right?"

Harry just sighed despite the treacherous smile on his lips.

They had to suspend Harry's classes that sunny Thursday day. All of Britain's schools, unexpectedly, had been flooded up with water and dirt leaving some parts of the structure unstable with a huge mess in the classrooms.

Harry had only assume that a certain dream demon had something to do with it. And he was very grateful.

"Next time give me a warning before drowing my school again," that was what Harry told him, receiving a wild laugh from the demon.

Without the school, the Dursleys had no choice but to drop him off at Mrs. Figgs' house. But it had been a good rest for Harry.

The entity stays this time with Harry in the house, asking questions and learning more things about magic while getting fun in a swimming pool in the Mindscape.

Harry didn't ask him the question, feeling that today was enough from the one-eyed creature to think himself out. He would try to distract him as much as he can.

After all, a free time wasn't something that goes to waste.

"Do you have some other tales from the past?"

"Mmmh.. Oh, I think I do! Come closer, kid! Let me tell you about the cases from Grindelwald!"

And then Harry had to woke up to take Mrs. Figgs' friendly meal.

He really missed the tasteful dishes after that.

Friday August 16, 1985

By Friday morning, the school was still flooded and being repaired from the inside, so Harry had to return to Mrs. Figgs' house while Dudley stayed with his Aunt Marge. Thank you happiness.

The cats -who were previously unaware of his presence- now looked at him as if in wonder, occasionally making him uncomfortable. They even follow him to the bathroom!

Mrs. Figgs insisted on offering him something to eat but Harry refused, since she had given him a plate of cat food instead of pudding, his palate suffering from disgust. And that was yesterday, for crying out loud. He didn't want to risk it.

Harry preferred, after helping her with some chores as a thank you, to read a book that was left on his bed, maybe as a souvenir when he heard the owner of the house fearful scream, alerting him.

Once he almost stumbled down the stairs and rushing to the living room, Harry found her on the ground with her feet tangled by some form of rope and her cats glaring at the entity floating through a wall, escaping at the scene of his crime.

Harry sighed, knowing that he would confront him. This was getting a little to far.

In the end he had to help the poor woman untangle her feet and feeding her pets, the cats without taking their eyes off him.

What a chaotic week.

Saturday night, August 17

A familiar floating creature passed through the streets of the United States, deep in his own thoughts.

Six and a half days had passed since that challenge was imposed on him, without success. He had turned to a hundred names that he had heard in the past from the Latin language, so many that he did not know which to take.

But when he thought about choosing, he had that feeling of neutrality that discarded him from any name given to him.

And that bothered him.

"Damn it," he breathed, rubbing his forehead. "A name ... Why is so hard to find a name for myself!?"

"They must be joking!" A voice interrupted his misery, posing his sight in a restaurant.

Descending, the entity was in front of what seemed like a couple. The elegantly dressed man was holding a piece of paper with an indignant face.

"The prices are not the same as what was on the menu! They want to swindle us up!"

"Honey, relax," the girl tried to speak, but the man growled in restrained anger.

"Relax?" Relax!? This is an outrage!"

"Harold .." she tried again. "It's okay-"

"No, it is not okay, woman! You saw the prices in the menu! They are charging us more than they should! Don't they know all the bills we'll be spending on this shit? They will fly away!"

Something in those words made him have a hit on his mind. Could it be..?

"Shh .. Lower your voice Harold .. We will talk to the manager and recover the bills that we'll lose, but please do not make a scene again.."

There is it feeling of recognition.

Recover the bills that we'll lose..

Recover the bills..

The bills..

Bills..

Bill.

Bill!

"That's it... THAT'S IT!"

The entity piloted in the air with joy. He had it, he really had it! Remembering the couple, he snap his fingers and disappeared with a light pop back to London. He needed to tell Harry!

…

"Oh!"

"And now what do you want, woman?"

"Look, the price changed"

"What!? Let me see!" the man took the paper from him and read it. "Impossible!"

"Better forget about the impossible Harold and pay. Let's take advantage of this"

"Good idea Marcia"

The couple paid hurriedly, to the complete confusion of the waiter, and they storm out of the restaurant, laughing out loud.

Sunday, August 18
Early morning

Harry was sleeping peacefully in his bed.

This time he no longer had nightmares of that red-eyed shadow or the screams of a woman, but instead dreams of Piers with his baldness dancing in a tutu dress in the middle of the schoolyard, the rest of his group following him while the other kids and teachers laughed at the show. Including Harry.

He was about to receive a good grade gift from the Dursleys when he sensed something. Rather someone.

"Harry!"

The image of the entity suddenly appeared in his dream, shifting his shoulders in excitement. "Harry! Harry Harry Harry Harry! Wake up!"

"Uh wu-..?" Harry woke up after a snap of his fingers. He sat up looking for his glasses and putting them on, then looked at the figure trembling with emotion. "Good.. morning, I guess? What's going on?"

"I already have it!" he yelled, flying around him completely happy and glowing, blinding Harry. "It took me a while to convince myself but it felt so familiar that I couldn't deny it anymore! I have it .. I really have it!"

"Have it?" Harry asked between a yawn. "What are you talking about?"

"My name, kid!" screaming in euphoria and was in front of Harry's eyes in an instant, his own eye wide open and his pupil terrifyingly wide and… was that the galaxy? "I already know what name to call myself!"

This time Harry settled into bed, interested and his dream already gone.

"Bill!" he said in a funny little cry, rising until his hat touched the ceiling. "My name will be Bill!"

"Bill, huh?" Harry tried it, nodding. "Not bad."

"Thanks kid-!"

"Now you need a last name!" Harry interrupted him, excitedly. "Now that you have a name you will need one too!"

The entity -now called Bill- looked at the boy with contained despair. A last name! After all it took to think for a name, now he was demanding a last name! He could already feel his figure shatter.

Feeling him panic, Harry hurridly added. "If you want, I can help you with that."

"Oh, thank the stars!" he exclaimed with relief. It had been hard to find a damn name that suited him. And he didn't want to do it again, thank you very much!

Harry sat cross-legged in front of Bill. After all, a last name was just as important as a first name. Having his eyes on Bill's, he tried to trace different points on him.

Curious, funny, an immortal know-it-all who likes to answer the doubts of others in exchange for more knowledge and an enthusiast in the history of creation. What could it be?

"Do you have a book where you have last names writing on?" he asked shyly.

"Of course! ... how could I not think of that? Anyway, here!" clapping his hands, a large, thick and red book fell on Harry's bed, almost causing the boy to blast off it.

Carefully opening the cover, Harry started flipping through the pages, surprised that there were a lot of surnames with their meanings and origins. How he didn't use this to found a name sooner? He didn't ask.

"I think Carter would suit you," said Harry glaring at the name.

"Hmm .. I don't like it," said Bill with honest, receiving a nod.

"And how about Iturat?"

"Is that even a last name?"

"Erm.. now that you mention it, I don't think it is..." Harry passed between sheets until he fell back to the letter P.

Could it be Peak?

Bill squinted as if he knew which last name he had fallen to, making a clear NO for an answer.

"Wow, that one looks interesting!" Bill said out of nowhere beside him, pointing at Henderson.

"Mmm.."

"Don't keep it kid," said the entity. "Your opinion counts here too, so say what you have to tell me"

"I... d-don't like the sound of it.."

"Okay, so it's a no then!"

Bill floated again leaving Harry to keep looking. He traced through the sheets, having to go back to the beginning when he noticed a particular last name.

Would he like Evans? ...for a strange reason it didn't seem right to use it.

Or how about Rider..?

He put the book aside with a frustrated sigh.

This was not helping. Harry closed his eyes for a moment, rubbing his hair anxiously.

An idea came to him, making him reopen them.

What if he focused on Bill's hobbies?

Harry began to remember what Bill loved to do when they were in the Mindscape. He was a creature who knew a lot of things. Lot of things. When he had the opportunity, he would talk about everything and there would be nowhere to stop him. He loves the stars and seeks more knowledge about the world. And the riddles.

That last one caught his attention.

Yes, now that Harry thought about it, Bill sometimes tended to deviate unconsciously from the topic to speak in code, confusing him a little. There was at least something there.

"How about Cipher?"

"Cipher?" Bill asked curiously.

"For your last name," Harry replied. I've found that you love talking about riddles. So why not add something you like to do like your last name? Cipher sounds good besides Riddle or Code, don't you think?"

Harry knows about Bill's discomfort with the word "Riddle", even if he tries to hide it with humor and jokes. And deep inside that name triggers something dark, so sinister, making him shiver.

"Bill.. Cipher..?" he repeated the name -his name- slowly, receiving a click in his head and a tickle in his core, a familiar feeling crossing his mind. "Bill. Cipher. Bill Cipher! Whoa kid, it's perfect. I like! Hahaha! I have a name! My own name!"

Harry saw the now Bill Cipher flying wildly around, his body glowing as he laughed and repeated his name in euphoria, happiness invading his eye like the stars of the cosmos.

"I'm glad you liked it," Harry said, grinning in his direction. Bill stopped and looked at the boy with an open and excited eye.

"Thanks Harry ..." Bill said softly.

"Now if you will let me sleep?" All sentimental air interrupted. It's almost ... what time is it? Bill's eye showed numbers. Four in the morning!? Oh how time flew by ..

"Yes .. But it was worth it!" No boy?

"It was worth it, yes." Now if you'll excuse me .. I'll go back to sleep."

"Okay boy." I wait for you in the mental space!

"I'll be there, Bill!"

Bill just laughed as he watched him hide inside the blanket, trying to block out his glitter and sounds. And in a snap, both entered the doors of the Mindscape.

The now Bill Cipher started feeling something he had never thought to experience in years.

He was complete. Finally complete.

Monday August 19, 1985
Director's Office, Hogwarts

Albus Dumbledore was watching with void eyes a variety of letters with different colors and shapes scattered around his desk, all of them saying the same thing like a plague.

Magic anomalities.

How peculiar.

He just came back from his meetings with the Ministry and was still uneasy about what had been mentioned to him. Traces of unknown magic had been witnessed throughout the world, a buch of rarities crossing to each school capitals of magic and muggle kind.

First was in Greece in August 11, inside a muggle museum, were encountered with a bunch of animated statues, making jokes and laughing to people.

Next was the United States with the appearance of the Northern Lights in the sky, marked in August 12.

Japan, August 13, with a series of one-eyed winged creatures on the market in the wizarding world, making the merchandise and some employees into stone.

In August 14, most of Brazil were shown with the strange appearance of giant bubbles surrounded by magic. Which a lot of them left hundreds of magicians and muggles citizens interned in psychiatry. They had to obliviate them to maintain their remained sanity.

Russia and France, in August 15, come across with the resurgence of four-headed bears, a species that had become extinct thousands of years in the past.

And now in Britain with the flooding of all Muggle schools, August 14 and 15.

What puzzled him were the traces of magic that had remained in the area. There was an ancient tingled that most of the ministery wanted to erase completely for the archives. And even more knowing that one of those muggle schools is where the Boy-Who-Lived was attending.

"Should I check on him..?" He asked himself, a doubt that he quickly dismissed with a shook on his head.

He didn't have to worry about young Harry Potter, after all, with the barrier he made at the Dursleys' house, he would be well "protected", the Dursleys molding him slowly into a vulnerable kid. When the day comes, Headmaster Albus Dumbledore will drown the poor hurting child with blind salvation and wisdom in exchange of killing Lord Voldemort.

Like the tool he needs to be.

The Headmaster took the rest of the papers around him and started reading through them, adjusting his thin glasses. Just a few more years and he would have the boy under the palm of his hand, just like with his spy, Severus Snape.

Ah, Severus, so easy to control using his obsession with Lily Potter and his abused childhood. His hatred for her husband, James Potter, had been so easy to dig into him, giving him ideas that young Harry would be just like him; a lazy, spoiling boy. Albus could imagine the sudden hatred falling to the poor boy by the dark wizard without a second thought.

He smiled with twinkling eyes innocently, eating a Lemon drop while signing a particular contract, making him chuckle.

"For the greater good," he said, the portraits watching in contained disgust as the old wizard ates another Lemon drop.

Yes, for the greater good indeed.

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