Summary: Harry travels back in time to change the future, but something doesn't go exactly the way he planned. Neville is the boy who lived.
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Year 2
Chapter 12
Trade my life
"It was a very god day" Harry answered.
"It was" Draco agreed and went to get him self ready for bed.
"It was a very unfortunate thing what happened to Miss Granger" The DADA professor said with a sad look to his class, "Fortunately I knew how to help her, I was able to establish what happened to her and she will be fine once the potion is brewed" he finished with a smile.
That is why Harry hated the fact that his snake had petrified her instead of killing her, there was an antidote to petrifying.
Flashback
'She didn't look directly at my eyes' the snake excused itself.
'And why was that?' Harry asked angrily.
'She was looking at the floor where a puddle of water was, when I sneaked into her' the snake explained.
'I don't like excuses' Harry said harshly.
'It won't happen again' the snake promised.
'It better not, or you will find yourself hearing a rooster croak as the last thing you hear' Harry threatened.
End of Flashback
"There are dark wizards everywhere around us" The professor took back the sad look, "We need to learn how to identify them. Some of them are easy to identify others are sneaky"
The professor walked slowly towards Harry.
"For example Mr. Potter" The professor said loudly putting a hand in his shoulder, "A parseltongue" he said disappointed, "A very dark trait"
Harry looked directly into the professor's eyes, he was curious about him. He used legimancy on him to see what this man was hiding.
The man didn't even noticed Harry in his mind. He was too preoccupied with telling the class how Harry was the devil reincarnated. Something he wasn't going to refute.
What he saw made him smirk. The man was a fraud. The only thing the man in front of him was good at where at memory charms. He could find that useful.
"That is why Mr. Potter here is what we call a dark wizard" The Professor finished explaining, getting Harry to pay attention once more getting out of his mind.
Harry took his wand out careful to not gain the attention of anyone and whispered in a very low voice so not even Draco who was sitting him could hear him.
Imperious!
The professor's eyes went blank, and he stood still.
"Something wrong professor?" a Gryffindor girl asked.
The professor didn't answer her.
"You should continue with the lesson" Harry said out loud.
The professor went back to what he was doing before Harry had cursed him, as if nothing had happened.
The class had become more entertaining for Harry, and it was soon before he would have wanted.
Harry decided that if he wanted something done right he had to do it himself. Which was why he was walking towards the Hospital Wing, where a certain mudblood was.
Snape had been avoiding him even more if it was possible and Dumbledore now narrowed his eyes every time he noticed Harry noticing him.
He reached the hospital wing and walked in.
"Mr. Potter" the healer greeted, not really feeling welcomed.
"Madame" Harry greeted politely.
"Is there something wrong Mr. Potter?" The healer asked.
"I wanted to enquire on Miss Granger's health" Harry told the healer.
The healer looked suspicious and narrowed her eyes slightly.
"We are still brewing the potion that will help her" The healer answered.
"It is good to hear that Miss Granger will be healthy once more soon" Harry said looking sincere.
"It is" The healer agreed, "Miss Granger is not allowed any visitors at the moment"
"Of course Madame, I will leave" Harry bowed lightly before walking out.
He needed to find a way to go around the healer to get to the mudblood. The girl couldn't survive.
He walked towards the girl's bathroom, which was easily becoming his favorite place in the school.
He walked in, being careful of not being seen and locking the door behind him once he saw no one was inside.
"You" a harsh voice accused.
"Me" Harry agreed.
"This is a girl's bathroom" The ghost floated in front of him, glaring.
"I noticed" Harry said.
"You shouldn't be here" Myrtle said.
"Yet I am" Harry said.
"Get out!" Myrtle ordered.
"No" Harry smirked.
"I will get a professor" Myrtle threatened.
"No one likes you" Harry stated.
Myrtle looked hurt and got into a toilet making a big splash.
'Open'
The sink moved so the tunnel to the Chamber of Secrets could be seen.
'Stairs'
He walked down, and walked until he was in front of his ancestor's statue.
'Master, you are back' the basilik greeted.
'And you are here' Harry said annoyed.
'It is my home' The basilik stated.
'You should be getting rid of the creatures' Harry accused.
'I have done a poor job' The basilik sounded ashamed.
'Make it up to me' Harry ordered, and saw the basilik go through a pipe.
He stayed in the chamber for a couple of hours waiting for the basilik to get back and bring him good news. He was still frustrated at the fact that he hadn't been able to get near the mudblood, he needed something going his way.
After a long time, he heard it coming.
'I expect good news' Harry called to her.
'I have done a better job' The basilik said.
'Someone is dead?' Harry asked.
'Someone is' the basilik confirmed.
'Who?' Harry asked excited.
'A small male human' the snake answered.
'Good' Harry smirked and walked out of the chamber, wanting to get to the common room before the dead body was found.
The next morning they had been ordered to stay in their common rooms, but no one told them why. Harry had an idea though.
There was supposed to be a Quidditch game that day, which he could bet was going to be canceled. It was supposed to be Gryffindor vs Ravenclaw.
"We can't go out on a Saturday?" Draco whined, dropping himself into the chair next to Harry.
"You look like a mudblood" Harry sneered.
"You are in a good mood aren't you?" Draco asked sarcastically.
"The best" Harry smirked.
"You scare me when you do that" Draco stated.
"I couldn't imagine why" Harry shrugged.
"You know something" Draco accused.
"You ask to many questions" Harry hissed, "You shouldn't be able to do that"
Draco looked scared, he had noticed Harry different, but he was sure he had forgotten about Draco supposedly being imperioused since he hadn't acted on it.
Harry looked intensely at Draco in the eyes.
"Stand" Harry ordered.
Draco feeling scared did as he was ordered to do.
"Jump" Harry ordered, and Draco did just that.
"You may sit" Harry smirked feeling confident again.
"You disappointed me once" Harry told him.
"What?" Draco asked confused and a little scared.
"You were supposed to get an item for me, remember?" Harry asked.
"It was lost" Draco answered quickly.
"Find it" Harry said nonchalantly.
"Dumbledore might have it" Draco said.
"Then get it" Harry ordered.
"Yes" Draco nodded reluctantly.
"Leave" Harry ordered.
Draco stood up and ran towards the owelry, getting pass the prefects who were supposed to keep all students inside.
He ran unnoticed until he reached the owelry where he looked desperate for his magestic owl.
He found it sleeping in a place where he couldn't reach.
"Black!" Draco started calling it to him.
The owl opened one eye and saw its' master. It woke up calmly and flew elegantly towards him.
"I need a paper and a pen" Draco told himself trying to figure out where he could get one.
He found a piece of parchment in the floor, someone had obviously ripped it, but it would work. Now he needed a pen.
He found a puddle of water and took his wand out transfiguring it into ink.
He walked towards a brown school owl and pulled off a feather making the owl screech and fly away angrily.
He sat down besides the now puddle of ink and dipped the feather into it starting to write a letter.
He folded the letter in half and wrote –Lucius Malfoy- on the outside.
"Take this to my father" Draco ordered his owl, which nodded and took the parchment from Draco.
Draco feeling better but still feeling apprehensive, walked towards the common room hoping no one would find out he wasn't there.
Draco got in the common room without anyone noticing just before Snape walked in.
"Is everyone here?" Snape asked the prefects but not taking his eyes off Harry who was smirking at him.
"Yes" One of the seventh year prefects answered.
"There has been a tragedy" Snape said out loud, still not taking his eyes off Harry.
"What happened?" Draco asked.
"Someone is dead" Snape said.
Several gasps were heard.
"Who?" A sixth year girl asked.
"A Gryffindor first year" Snape answered.
Several students calmed down.
"Is that why we can't leave?" A seventh year boy asked.
"The Headmaster thinks it's unsafe" Snape answered.
"Who was it?" A third year girl asked.
"Colin Creevey" Snape answered looking at Harry.
"I didn't know him" Harry answered.
"I can't seem to recall the name Creevey" a fourth year boy said.
"Must have been a mudblood" Another fourth year said.
"He was a muggleborn" Snape confirmed.
"Can we go out now?" Pansy asked.
"No" Snape answered.
"I need sun" Pansy whined.
"It's raining outside" Snape scowled at the girl.
"Whatever" Pansy said and walked towards the girls' room.
"When are we going to be able to go out?" Zabini enquired.
"When the Headmaster says you can" Snape answered and walked out.
Draco kept stealing glances towards Harry. He was sure Harry had known about it. He could even bet the boy had something to do about it.
"Something wrong Malfoy?" Harry asked.
"No" Draco answered quickly.
Today the Headmaster had said classes could go as planned, with a promised of a feast in memory of the student that had died a couple of days before.
With that Harry made himself presentable and walked towards Herbology class. He had a two period class with the Ravenclaws.
"I know this is a sad day" The professor told the class, genuinely looking sad, Harry noticed the woman had cried recently, "There is still a student we can help" she tried to smile.
"Who?" one Ravenclaw boy asked.
"Miss Granger" the professor answered.
"How can we help her?" an eager Ravenclaw asked.
"The plants in front of you are called Mandrakes" The professor pointed them to the students.
"A Mandrake is also known as Mandragora. It is a plant that has a root that looks like a human, like a baby when the plant is young, but maturing as the plant grows. Whenever unearthed, the root screams. The scream of a mature Mandrake will kill any person who hears it, but a young Mandrake's screams will usually only knock a person out for several hours" the professor said in lecture mode, "Please everyone grab a pair of earmuffs and put them on"
The students did as told. And the professor continued her lecture after she had made sure everyone had their earmuffs firmly on, the sound was muffled but they could still hear.
"The earmuffs will dull the cries of the Mandrakes once we repot them. It will do no harm to you if they are firmly on" The professor continued, "You can see me first and then you can do it in pairs"
The professor grabbed a pot with a Mandrake in it and an empty one.
She grabbed firmly the Mandrake from the top and pulled it out.
The mandrake started crying loudly and it tried to get free from the professor's grasp.
She put the Mandrake in the empty pot and covered it with dirt. The plant stopped crying.
"Now you" The professor told the class.
Everyone grabbed a partner, Harry's partner was Draco.
Both of them looked at the plant trying to murder it with their glares. None of them made a move to go near it.
"Mr. Potter, Mr. Malfoy, something wrong?" the professor asked.
"No" Harry answered. Draco looked as if he was disgusted by something.
"Grab the Mandrake" The professor said.
"No" Harry sneered at the plant.
"Excuse me?" The professor asked surprised.
"He doesn't want to help Hermione" a Ravenclaw girl said.
"He hurt Hermione" another Ravenclaw girl said.
"He killed Collin" a Ravenclaw boy accused.
After that it looked as if something had exploded, all the Ravenclaws started pointing and yelling at Harry, and the Slytherins started defending him, mostly because of house pride. Harry just stood in the middle calmly, looking at everyone present.
"Harry didn't hurt Hermione" a girly voice said, drawing everyone's attention.
"Why are you so sure?" A Ravenclaw asked the intruder.
"Only the Slytherin heir can control the kilisab" Luna answered.
"The what?" A Ravenclaw girl asked.
"You know who did it then?" another girl asked.
"Yes" Luna answered.
"Who?" A Ravenclaw boy asked.
"Him" Luna said pointing at Harry, Harry just raised one eyebrow amused.
"You just said Harry didn't do it" a Ravenclaw boy said exasperated.
"He didn't" Luna said calmly.
"You just accused him" the Ravenclaw boy pointed at Harry.
"I did" Luna stated.
"Enough!" the professor raised her voice, "That is enough. Class is over"
"Miss Lovegood, do you need anything?" the professor turned towards the first year.
"Madame Pompfrey asked me to come get you" Luna said.
"Could you please tell her I will be right there?" The professor asked Luna, she nodded happily and walked away.
Still glaring at Harry, the Ravenclaws walked away.
"Amused?" Nott sneered at Harry shoving him slightly.
"Entertained" Harry smirked, brushing off invisible dirt from where Nott had touched him when he shoved him.
"Mr. Potter, could you stay behind?" The professor called him.
Harry turned around to face the professor and walked towards her.
"Yes?" Harry asked politely.
"Mr. Potter, I am going to have to fail you on today's class" The professor said carefully.
"You are?" Harry asked faking surprise.
"You refused to do today's work" The professor explained.
"I am sorry professor, but I don't do house elves' work" Harry answered.
"Is that what you think I do?" The professor asked slightly offended.
Harry didn't answer. There was complete silence for a couple of minutes.
"May I go?" Harry asked.
"You may" The professor sighed, dismissing Harry.
Mom grounded me! Danielle wrote on the diary furiously.
Careful Danielle, you will hurt the pages. Tom wrote back.
Would that hurt you? Danielle asked.
No. Tom answered.
Why were you grounded? Tom asked.
Because she is crazy and old. Danielle answered.
It hardly seems like a reason. Tom said.
Exactly. Danielle wrote.
Why don't you tell me a little about your world so you can calm your self. Tom wrote.
What would you like to know? Danielle asked.
Everything. Tom said. Who is Minister of Magic?
I hate politics. Danielle wrote.
It is important to be informed. Tom answered.
Fine. Danielle wrote back.
His name is Cornelius Fudge, my parents say he is a joke. I don't really know much about him. Danielle explained.
I can tell. You should try and learn more about him. Tom said.
Why? Danielle asked.
Because he is the minister. Tom answered. Who is the most powerful wizard?
That is easy. Albus Dumbledore. Danielle wrote. He is Hogwarts' Headmaster.
The one that let a student die under his watch? Tom asked.
Mom was going mad when she learned about that. Danielle wrote.
How was the boy killed? Tom asked.
I don't know exactly. I just know he was found dead. Danielle wrote.
Those type of things are the things you should know about. You are starting Hogwarts next year, what if there is something dangerous in the school? How are you supposed to take care of your self if you don't know about it? Tom wrote.
I guess I could find out. Danielle said.
Do that. Tom wrote.
Danielle closed the diary, a little annoyed at being told what to do by a book and shove it roughly into her closet.
"I'll do what I want" Danielle glared at the now closed closet door.
Danielle walked down the stairs to find her mom. She found her in the library reading a book.
"Mom?" Danielle asked a little frustrated.
"Yes Danielle?" Lily asked still annoyed at her daughter's temper.
"Could you teach me a spell?" Danielle asked.
"You don't have a wand yet" Lily answered going back to her book.
"I could use yours" Danielle pushed.
"It wouldn't work as well as your own wand" Lily explained.
"But it would work" Danielle stated.
"Fine" Lily sighed closing the book she had been reading, "What did you have in mind?"
"Fire" Danielle answered happily.
"What?" Lily asked confused.
"I want to conjure fire" Danielle said.
"That is too advance, and I am not teaching you a spell that could burn down the house" Lily said forcedly and opened her book to the page she had been reading.
"But mom…" Danielle whined.
"No" Lily stated not taking her eyes off her book.
Danielle pouted and humphed before leaving the library.
"I can learn on my own" Danielle promised her self.
She would wait until her mother left the library to try and find a book that would teach her. Once she had learned how to do it, she would get either her mother's or her father's wand.
Danielle wanted to rant about how unfair her mother was being, but she was annoyed at the diary.
She did something she hadn't done in a while. She took a piece of parchment and a quill, and started writing to Harry.
It felt like he had slept for months. Harry was more than rested. He started to wake up and open his eyes carefully, sure that any light would give him a killer headache.
But once he did open his eyes he was startled. Where was he?
He started looking at his surroundings not being able to identify them.
He was starting to get a panic attack when he remembered the last thing he had done before falling asleep.
He was taking those awful spider webs off, but had drained him more than he had thought.
He looked towards the spider webs, where he knew they had been. They weren't there anymore.
Had he been able to take them all off and didn't remember?
That must be why he felt so drained.
He had done a job of months in just one day.
He stood up slowly and walked towards consciousness.
Voldemort noticed Harry's presence getting stronger.
He didn't want the boy to notice he had been possessed, so he went back into his mind and gave Harry control of the body back.
Harry opened his body's eyes and was a little surprised to see he was in his bed. But then remembered that is where he was supposed to be. It just seemed so long ago since he had opened his eyes, that everything startled him at first.
Today was Monday, he had all morning free, and DADA as a first class.
He wasn't excited about seeing Lockhart, but he had to get through it.
It was still early but he could get some breakfast and maybe fly for a couple of hours before he had to be in class.
He got into the shower and put his school robes on. The other second years were still sleeping, taking advantage of the fact that they didn't have class for another 4 hours.
He walked out of his room, out the common room and through the dungeons, his destiny being the Great Hall.
When he walked in the Hall was almost full, the students were having breakfast. Noises of people talking, or grumping from some students that still looked sleepy, could be heard.
Harry sat down next to some first years piling some eggs to his plate. After he had finished his food he drank some orange juice.
Breakfast being done he walked towards the Quidditch pitch.
On his way there he thought he had heard some students whispering about him. Some were pointing, and the grand majority gave him space, appearing as if they didn't want to be anywhere near him.
It appeared that they still didn't like him because of him being a parseltongue. Wizards were very close-minded.
It gave him a sense of déjà-vu, it took him back to the first time he had been in second year. He wasn't going to let it affect him this time. Being a parseltongue was something he was born with, and he couldn't do anything to get rid of it, no matter how hard he wanted it.
"Someone will stop you" a Hufflepuff he didn't recognize shove him hard, and Harry couldn't keep his balance. He was now in the ground glaring at said student.
"What is your problem?" Harry asked annoyed, standing up.
Some other students from different houses were now looking down on him.
"We will get proof that you hurt Hermione" a Ravenclaw promised.
"Hermione is hurt?" Harry asked scared.
"Like you don't know. You did it!" another student accused.
After that everyone started yelling at him.
He caught the words Hermione and petrified. Scared of what might have happened he ran all the way to the Hospital Wing.
"Madame Pompfrey!" Harry ran in screaming for the Healer.
"Mr. Potter!" a stern witch appeared, "This is the Hospital Wing, you can't come running and screaming"
"I am sorry Madame" Harry apologized, "I wanted to see how Hermione is doing"
"Nothing has changed" the healer said.
"What happened to her?" Harry asked concerned.
"She was petrified Mr. Potter" Madame Pompfrey explained confused.
"Is the potion almost ready?" Harry asked.
"It will take a couple of more months until it is done" the healer explained.
Harry nodded feeling a little better.
"May I see her?" Harry asked.
"Like I've told you before Mr. Potter, Miss Granger isn't allowed any visitors" The healer said dismissing him. Harry now felt confused, like she had told him before?
Harry walked out of the Hospital Wing with determination. He wasn't going to let anyone else get hurt. He hadn't been able to save Hermione, but he would save everyone else. He was going to go in the Chamber of Secrets and he was going to kill that snake if he had to.
He walked fast to Myrtle's bathroom.
He knew no one used that bathroom, and people rarely walked through that corridor.
So he walked into it without looking out for anyone.
"Myrtle?" He called for the ghost.
"You again?" Myrtle asked annoyed.
"Have you seen anyone here besides me?" Harry asked.
"No" Myrtle snapped, "You are the only one that comes here"
"Thank you" Harry said. Whoever is going into the chamber of secrets must have made sure Myrtle wasn't here before coming in. He thought he had hid the diary in his room, back home. How did it get all the way to Hogwarts? Who has it?
He had to make sure no one else got hurt.
"Myrtle could I have a moment alone?" Harry asked.
"It's not like I want to be anywhere near you" Myrtle said, floating away.
Harry was left confused, the Myrtle he remembers had been very difficult to get rid of.
He started looking for the small, carved snake in the sink. He found it.
'Open'
The sink moved so the tunnel leading to the Chamber of Secrets could be seen.
Harry sighed and jumped in. He slid down, getting slime all over his robes.
He finally reached the bottom, hitting himself hard in the head. He started rubbing it laying down for a couple of seconds, trying to wish the headache away.
When the headache had dull a little, he stood up and tried to get some of the slime off his robes. Proving to be an impossible feat.
He walked towards the principal hall in the chamber, where he had once found Ginny laying looking lifeless and Tom Riddle standing over her.
He reached the door that was separating him from that place.
'Open'
The door opened and Harry stepped through.
The Hall was just as he remembered it.
The same ugly looking statue.
He didn't know how to call the basilik to him, and what would he do once it reached him?
He looked at the statue.
'Snake?' he tried, but nothing happened.
'Basilik?' he tried again, but nothing.
'I call you, oh great majestic snake' it actually worked.
The statue opened its mouth and the snake could be heard slithering its way to him.
Now, what was the next move on his plan?
What is he going to do now?
The snake reached him before he could come out with a plan, thankfully it had its eyes closed.
'You smell different' the snake hissed.
How would the snake know how he smells before today?
'What?' Harry asked confused.
'I can barely smell slytherin in you' the snake hissed menacingly.
'I am not Slytherin's heir' Harry explained.
'You shouldn't be here!' the snake threatened, thankfully it still had its' eyes closed.
'I just wanted to ask something from you' Harry tried.
'I don't follow you' the snake stated.
'No, but you have to know that what you are doing is wrong' Harry tried to reason.
'I am defending the school' the snake stated.
'You are harming the students' Harry said.
'I am getting rid of the creatures' the snake stated.
'They are not creatures, they are wizards' Harry was getting riled up.
'I am going to eat you' the snake said and started trying to attack Harry. It opened its eyes so Harry couldn't see where it was anymore.
Harry had to run for his life, he wanted Fawkes to come and rescue him just like last time, but he wasn't as closed to Dumbledore this time. No Fawkes, no hat, no sword. How was he supposed to get out of this alive?
He ran through the large pipes, giving him a sense of déjà-vu. He slipped a couple of times. Now he was dirty, wet and had a couple of bruises and cuts in his arms.
He was getting tired, but the snake seemed to have a lot of energy. It was still right behind him. The only reason he was still alive was the fact that he was too small compared to the snake, so the snake kept missing him.
He could try and get out of the chamber, but what if the snake followed him?
He kept running and trying to figure out what he could do.
Suddenly the snake stopped chasing him and turned around.
Harry didn't know what was happening, but he wouldn't miss his chance of escaping. He ran towards the entrance of the chamber.
He forgot about the fact that he needed Fawkes to get out!
What could he do?
He could levitate himself out. He didn't know if that was possible though.
He took his wand out, but he couldn't levitate himself out. He was too tired to try it.
How was he supposed to get out?
There had to be another exit, otherwise how did the snake get out?
He walked back to the hall, careful not to get the snake's attention back on him. The snake didn't seem to be there anymore.
Slowly and feeling very weak he reached the hall.
Now, to find a way out.
He started exploring to try and see if there were any doors around, but the only thing that could lead anywhere were the pipes.
Not finding any other choice he started to go into the pipe nearest to him, it was on his left a couple of feet away. He really hoped the snake wasn't there.
He started walking through it, it was a very slow walk, he had been hurt more than he had thought at first. Too many bruises and cuts, and the fact that he had been running for a long time made him exhausted. This body wasn't used to so much physical exercise, he couldn't even take in that much adrenaline. He had to get out of there.
Some rats crossed his way, but they were the only living things he encountered. After three hours of walking he found himself facing a blank stone-wall. Feeling drained, he collapsed next to it.
"She is 11 years old Lily" James smiled at his wife.
"She is still 10" Lily answered annoyed.
"It is the age" James explained.
"No it isn't, she is still too young to act that way" Lily was getting tired of her daughters temper lately.
James had known Danielle would be a handful; she had always been very independent. She had always been stubborn and with a horrible temper, just like her mother.
Harry was a very easy child; he had always listened to them.
They were now sitting around the kitchen table. Lily didn't know what to do anymore, her mother's instinct told her something was wrong, something that needed her attention.
It wasn't the age, it wasn't the fact that she was now reaching her teenager years. There was something wrong with her youngest child.
Lily couldn't control it any longer, tears started to escape her eyes.
James started to see how important this was to his wife. He moved closer to her and put his arms around her.
"She is fine Lily. We will take her to a healer to make sure, but she is a very healthy little girl" James tried to comfort her.
Danielle had been hearing the conversation, before her parents could find her out, she closed the door to the kitchen completely and she moved slowly towards her room.
She closed her door slowly after her and put the book she had took from the library in her bed.
She opened the book to where she had been reading; it took her a while to find exactly what she had been looking for.
Incendio (Spell)
It's use as a spell to conjure a small burst of normal fire.
The correct movement is as shown below.
There was an image of a boy doing the spell.
Danielle was going to practice it with a wood stick she had taken from a tree, until she felt comfortable with the spell. She will try it with either her mother's or father's wand then.
It had been bugging her ever since she had received the letter from St. Mungos.
It had been over 2 months ago.
Madame Pompfrey
Healer in Hogwarts,
It has come to our attention that someone has taken Harry's identity.
The blood sample we took from the boy that came here on Harry James Potter's appointment is not the same we have on our records of when said boy was born.
We are not informed about the fact of why it would be so important to hide
Mr. Potter. The concerning part is that this other boy who's identity we don't know,
we couldn't match his blood with any of the ones we have on record, has the exact same problem you had described the Potter boy had. It could be an outbreak.
If you could please send us both Mr. Potter and the other young boy to us so we can
make sure it is safe.
Healer Florence Jacobs
Head of the Research Team, St. Mungos
She had read that letter a dozen times now. She still didn't understand it. Lily Potter had reassured her that it was Harry Potter who had gone to that appointment, his mother had taken him personally.
He had wrote back and told them it had been a mistake, she loved the Potter Family, she wasn't going to put them in any risk until she knew exactly what was happening.
How did the same boy change type of blood? That was impossible.
Voldemort opened Harry's body eyes.
"He is still too weak to maintain control" He smirked to himself.
He stood up and looked at the blank wall behind him.
'Open'
Random Facts:
From now on:
Future Harry is Harry
Possessed Harry is Voldemort
Spirit form of Voldemort is The Dark Lord
The Diary is Tom Riddle
Date: 13th and 14th, 17th, 20th November 1992
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