Harry Potter and the Amulet of Ice Chapter 4: Of Obfuscation and Oration, a Harry Potter + Frozen Crossover fanfic

[AN] I don't own Harry Potter or Frozen

Harry Potter and the Amulet of Ice

Chapter Four: Of Obfuscation and Oration

Over the next several days, Harry began to find he had a scant few minutes here and there in which to do his thinking. So far, his only plans were to somehow try and make it back towards England. He figured it wouldn't be that hard to find his way back into the wizarding world once he was back in the country. After all, Hogwarts alone had stood for over a thousand years. He ought to be able to make it there at least. Surely he could find someone there who would know what to do. The problem was that he couldn't just fly all the way there on his broom. He'd have to book passage on one of the passenger ships in the harbor, and that meant making enough money to afford it.

He was just about to resign himself to the fact that he'd be harvesting ice for the foreseeable future, when something unexpected happened. It was quite early in the morning, and they'd just finished breakfast. But before the convoy of harvesters could make their way out to their sleds, there was a loud knock on the door. Everyone stopped for a moment as they normally didn't get company, and definitely not at this hour. Ice harvesters had to rise early in order to make best use of the daylight. The man nearest the door opened it curiously.

"Yes?" he grunted.

"Morning. Might I inquire if this is the residence of a Mr. Harry Potter?" said a formal sounding man.

"Maybe it is, and maybe it ain't. Depends on who's asking." Answered the gruff man.

"I'm here on official business, and if Mr. Potter is here, it is most important that I speak with him."

The burly Ice Harvester was about to give the man another snarky reply when Harry intervened.

"It's okay Erik. I'd like to see what he wants." The big man eyeballed the two of them for a moment before opening the door all the way and standing aside.

"Okay then." He said wearily before heading back inside. Harry stepped out onto the front step.

"Mr. Potter?" asked the man, who Harry now could see looked like he was indeed on official business, judging by his clothes, and demeanor.

"Yes. You wanted to speak with me?"

"Indeed. I'm here to inform you that your presence is urgently requested by His Highness, King Charles of Arendelle."

"Okay. What does he want to see ME for?" he asked suspiciously

"His highness did not see fit to give me details, but he did insist that it was of the utmost importance." Harry eyed the man before looking around the area, seemingly in thought.

"I suppose I don't have any reason not to. Give me a moment." He sighed as he turned to go back into the house.

"Certainly." The man said curtly as Harry quickly went upstairs to his bunk and gathered all his things in his pack before returning. As he walked through the foyer he noticed all the guys simply staring at him. He smirked at them.

"Sorry guys, I gotta go have a chat with the King for a minute. You'll have to do without me for today. I'll be back later." He half laughed at their dumbfounded faces before exiting through the open door. "Okay. Let's go. Lead on." He said as the man nodded and turned to march towards the castle gates.

"Oh, by the way, you can tell your buddies they can give it up now. They aren't fooling anyone." The man stiffened for a moment before continuing on and speaking over his shoulder.

"I'm sure I don't know what you mean."

"Oh. Okay then. I guess I was just imagining those two seemingly drunk guys behind us who're doing a horrible job acting like they're helping each other walk, but somehow keeping pace with us." He could almost feel the color drain from the man's face. "And the homeless guy asleep on the bench back there who's never been there before…then there's the guy walking his dog up ahead of us who I've never seen before…not to mention the guys on the rooftops with the spyglasses keeping tabs on us…all in all quite a bit more lively that it normally is at this hour." He commented as if he was talking about the weather.

"How did you…"

"Don't worry yourself over how. I'm just glad to see you asked nicely first, then when I didn't resist, you continued peacefully. Most of the time people don't operate that way. Although I'm assuming if I refused, you guys would have used force to persuade me."

"No. we would never…"

"Don't worry about it. It's only natural. It could have even worked if you were lucky and caught me off guard." They continued walking for a bit longer.

"If you knew all this why did you come along?" he asked in a tone of trying to mask his fear.

"Like I said, you asked nicely." He shrugged. "I'm not a bad guy, and I'm fairly sure I haven't done anything for the king to be angry at me over, and vice versa. I figure I might as well see what is going on." The man nodded and they continued on in silence. Their entourage, having overheard the conversation Harry assumed, calmly dropped their guises and moved along with them, the tension diffusing, but not quite disappearing.

They traversed the stone bridge over the bay and up to the large oak and iron re-enforced gate.

"Open the Gates." The man yelled up to the guard on the wall. Who signaled and the gates began to slowly open for them to walk through before immediately closing behind them. They walked across the deserted courtyard and through the large oak doors of the castle. Inside the entrance hall were lavish decorations and furniture. Practically everything you'd expect from a bona-fide royal castle. He was mildly impressed, of course Harry had lived in one for several years. Maybe not royal per se, but definitely a castle. He was mostly interested in the differing architecture, he hadn't seen any Scandinavian castles.

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He was brought out of his thoughts by being ushered down a hallway and through several sets of doors. Eventually they led him into a large dark room that was only lit by a few lamps on the walls that had been turned way down, then they told him to wait. So he did. He bounced back and forth on his heels for a while, examining the room. Looked to be the throne room. He strode over to one of the walls and picked up a lamp, he turned it up and used it's light to further examine the room. In an effort to not be bored, he began slowly walking around the room, looking at the paintings. They weren't the wizarding paintings he was used to, but nevertheless. After a few more minutes of that he heard footsteps coming from one of the side hallways. He turned to face the doors. Which opened wide as several guards entered the room carrying their own lamps as well as a younger looking man with a small mustache in the middle of it all. The king, judging by his clothes. They weren't the gaudy formal robes that most kings wore, but they did look expensive.

"King Charles I presume?" asked Harry as the ensemble approached him.

"Indeed." Said the man. "You must be Harry Potter." He stated as if it was fact.

"I am. Excuse me for getting right to it, but your man said you wanted to speak to me?"

"Yes. I do."

"What about?"

"That is…well…complicated."

"Well considering the lengths you went to getting me here, it must be quite complicated indeed to warrant such a response. What with all the guards in disguise all around my house and all. In fact, I'm quite curious how you even know my name, much less where I live. I can't imagine many other 11 year olds getting such high profile status." He eyed the guards around the man. They seemed somewhat edgy. He wasn't getting much out of the king. Face of stone that one.

"Very well. Right to it then." He said after a moment's silence. "Tell me Harry, is it true that you are indeed…" he paused for effect "…a wizard" he asked firmly. Harry went rigid for a moment as he stared at the king, his mind whirring at amazing speed.

"What did you do to them?" he snarled as he took a step back and lowered his stance, his eyes burning with malice in the light from his lamp. The guards reacted by taking their own defensive stance around the king.

"Who?" he asked evenly, not showing the least bit of emotion as more doors opened admitting several more guards who surrounded Harry.

"There are exactly two people in this town who could have told you that, and if I find out you harmed a single hair on their heads…" he trailed off

"You'll do what?" asked the king.

"Well…let's just leave that up to the imagination shall we?" Harry smirked wickedly causing a chill to crawl up the guards spines. It was surprisingly effective considering it was coming from a small boy.

"What do you think you can do? You're surrounded." He laughed. Harry just smiled wider.

"You're assuming that's a problem for me." He said in a low voice causing the king to pause in his laughter for a moment before returning full force. Soon Harry joined in until they both were chuckling madly. Until Harry simply faded from sight, leaving naught but his fading Cheshire smile, his lamp slowly falling to the floor as if it was light as a feather. Needless to say, all laughter ceased at this point. The guards began to panic, looking this way and that. Whispering to one another.

Suddenly a loud voice that echoed in the room. "Let's try this again." Said Harry's voice, seemingly coming from every direction at once. At the same time there was a short yell from a guard followed by the sound of metal hitting the floor. The nearby guards turned their lights toward the noise to see a guards sword laying on the ground and his shield slowly clattering to a stop in the place he'd been standing moments before. A few tense seconds passed before a similar yelp was heard on the other side of the room, this time leaving a sword, shield, and a boot. Then two more quickly after that.

"What…" said the voice as three more guards vanished in quick succession.

"…did you do…" four more disappeared, two at a time.

"…to them?" two more guards yelped, first one, then the other.

The king looked around in amazement, of the reinforcements that had come, there was only one guard left. And he was currently whimpering to himself in a corner. The king saw that other than that one, only his contingent of six bodyguards remained circled around him covering all angles, weapons drawn. Soon a girly scream echoed through the hall before being silenced as the final guard was taken. The only sound was the six bodyguards trembling.

"Last chance." Said the voice. The king was either too scared, or too amused to say anything as his six bodyguards simultaneously crumpled bonelessly to the floor. Unconscious. The king slowly turned around in place, seemingly alone in the dark cavernous room, his defenses demolished easily by a single 11 year old boy.

"I won't ask again." Said Harry, no longer in a loud echoing voice, but his normal one. The king whirled around to face the voice now that he could finally tell what direction it was coming from, but saw nothing but air.

"Enough." Said a woman's stern voice as a door slammed open. "Are you satisfied yet Charles?" she asked as she strode towards the still speechless king. He turned to look at her, an astonished look on his face.

"It's amazing Josephine. Simply amazing. Stunning. Marvelous." He looked around the empty room in wonder.

"Josephine? You're alright? What's going on here? Are Anna and Elsa okay?" asked Harry. The two adults turned to face the voice once more only this time the boy was actually there. Plain as day.

"Oh. Harry. There you are. We're all perfectly fine. I'm afraid that when my husband returned from his business trip, and I told him of our little story, he didn't quite believe me. He insisted that he see what you could do for himself. I tried to talk him out of it." She sighed and rubbed her temple.

"Husband?" said Harry.

"Yes. I am Queen Josephine of Arendelle, and you've met my sometimes eccentric husband, King Charles."

"I also had to be sure he wasn't some sort of evil sorcerer in disguise." Said the king with a smile.

"So you sicced 20 heavily armed guards on an 11 year old?" asked a bewildered Harry.

"Ah. An 11 year old Wizard." He pointed out. "And I do apologize for all the commotion, but I had to be sure."

"Point taken." Harry shrugged. "I suppose you'd like them back then?" he sighed, all hostility gone.

"Yes, quite." He nodded. "What did you do to them? Turn them into frogs? Send them to an alternate dimension? What?" he asked like a child in a candy factory. Harry just stared at him oddly.

"No. I knocked them out and tied them up." He blinked at the king.

"Really?" he asked looking around the empty room then the guards still slumped all around them.

"Well. Them I just knocked out. The rest got tied up as well. Here I'll show you." He held a hand up and snapped his fingers. Causing every lamp, candle, and fireplace in the room to instantly light, they all squinted as they waited for their eyes to adjust. When they had, they saw that all the guards were now levitating upside down near the ceiling, and were bound with ropes. They were still unconscious, judging by the snoring and the drool.

"Fascinating." Mumbled the king, extracting himself from the pile of guards around him.

"Hmm. Yes. Would you mind letting them down Harry? They were under orders not to hurt you unless you attacked first." Asked Josephine.

"Oh. Yeah." He said, as he withdrew his wand and began flicking it about the room, causing the ropes to disappear, and the guards to float gently to the ground. "Want me to wake them up?"

"Please do." Said the king. Another round of flicks, and the guards began to stir and sit up groggily.

"That will be all gentlemen. You may now collect your things and return to your duties. Thank you for your assistance." Said the queen. The guards began to scramble, having not realized their surroundings at first. Then they were overcome with a strong desire to be far, far away from Harry as their memories returned. Soon it was just the three of them.

"Well, that was fun. It's been awhile." Harry commented as he stretched his shoulder. The two royals chuckled a bit.

"You are an interesting person, indeed." Said the King. "You must have quite the story."

"You have no idea…" Harry half-scoffed

"Well, may I suggest we retire to the lounge and have that talk?" said the king.

"Ladies first." Harry motioned. Josephine led the way through one of the side doors and down several hallways to a smaller room, that was much more cozy.

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There were bookshelves and a fireplace. And some comfy looking chairs arranged around a low table. Just when they'd settled down, a servant came in and took their breakfast orders. Harry declined as he'd already eaten.

"Now, what was it that you wanted to speak with me about?" Harry asked after they'd eaten and had some small talk.

"Well, as I said, it's somewhat complicated. Three things. The first being, I want to thank you immensely for helping my wife and daughters.

"No thanks are necessary. It was my pleasure. It really was quite lucky I came along when I did or you all were in for a long night."

"Nevertheless, I thank you anyways. I am in your debt. I'm quite certain that if you hadn't come along…well… things could have gone quite badly."

"Happy to help. By the way, how is Anna doing?" he asked. The king and queen shared a look.

"About that… she's…umm.. okay. Well she's fine, really. But, there seems to be some…ah. Side effects?" the queen stumbled through it uncertainly.

"Side Effects?" Harry asked.

"Yes. Nothing too extravagant, but small things. She seems to have a lot more energy than before, for one." The king elaborated.

"Okay…"

"Then there's her hair. She's always had this streak of white in it, from when she was younger, but now she has that in addition to several streaks of a darker red color. Almost crimson." Said the queen.

"At first we thought she'd simply spilled paint in it or something, but it won't wash out." Said Charles.

"Doesn't sound too bad to me." Harry shrugged.

"Well, it's not really. We don't really mind her being a little hyperactive, and she loves her new hairstyle…" the queen trailed off.

"I sense a 'but."

"Well, when she set fire to the curtains in the ballroom, we became a little concerned." The king stated.

"Matches?" Harry suggested

"Afraid not. We searched her things, she didn't have any, and the cooks keep them out of reach. Plus she was more frightened over the whole thing than we were. Of course all of that became a moot point when we calmed her down enough so she could tell us what happened." Said Josephine.

"What'd she say?" he asked curiously.

She was just playing near the window, enjoying the sunshine, she said she got up and started walking and tripped over the couch and grabbed the curtain to steady herself. She said she felt a jolt, like she'd been shocked, then some heat, and when she looked up the curtain was in flames…Blue flames." She stated. Harry's eyes widened.

"Now that IS interesting. Has she done anything else similar?"

"Well, no. she's still a little skittish if I'm honest. We told her it was an accident, but that didn't seem to put her at ease completely."

"Hmm. Well I agree it does sound like a crazy side effect of…well…I guess we can call it a ritual. But it could also be something else. Can't rule anything out." Harry said in deep thought.

"What else could it be?"

"Any number of things I guess. As I said, I'm not a healer. I just did the best I could with what I had to work with. I'd have to examine her again to know more, and even then I might not be able to help."

"Which is actually the second thing I wanted to talk to you about, but first, let me explain myself a little further." He paused for a moment in preparation for a long conversation.

"I have to say, we're out of our element here. Both of my daughters are exhibiting signs of something that can only be magic. Wonderful, beautiful, Magic, but also dangerous. If anyone were to find out, I shudder to think of what may happen." The king began pacing the room in worry. "but then, you come along. A young man, no older than Elsa, who happens upon the three people dearest to me, all in great distress, and not only aids them, but does so in a manner that deserves the highest praise. He exhibits great magic, and maintains perfect control and knowledge from what a blind man could see is beyond his years, and selflessly delivers my family from harm's way." The king paused in his story.

"Hermione used to call it my 'Saving People' thing." Harry smiled fondly, with a hint of sadness.

"Now." The king stopped pacing and looked at Harry. "At this point in the narrative, I can either believe the story in its entirety, or assume there are some ulterior motives in it. But how to tell?" the king queried.

"Hence the test." Harry surmised.

"Correct. I had you mysteriously summoned, where you not only found my hidden guards, but decided to come along peacefully regardless of them. Then you proceeded to have a civil conversation with me until I asked about magic. Now here is where it starts to get interesting. If you had some other motives, and were masterminding this whole situation, you would no doubt know who Josephine was, and thus who I was, and obviously how I would know you were a wizard. Which would leave you with two options, admit it and try to manipulate some sort of deal to get whatever it is you wanted, or deny it and continue working in the shadows. Then, everyone who's been around a while knows that the best thing to do when lying is to deny any knowledge of anything, then never change the story, no matter what." He began smiling

"But you did none of that. You chose another door, one that I hadn't bothered to plan for. You assumed that I had captured them and somehow got them to talk. Which means you really didn't know who she was. Then you proceeded to threaten me and not only were you prepared to fight for them, but did so quite effectively. The most telling thing was dealing with the guards non-lethally. I admit I didn't think you would resort to violence, but then again I was planning on you being the villain, and both of my villain scenarios were worked in such a way as to avoid violence as much as possible. I hadn't planned on you being the hero." The king leaned on his wife's chair with a smile.

"You're really taking this seriously aren't you?" asked Harry.

"I can't just hand the safety of the people who mean the most to me over to someone I don't know at least something about, and whatever you are, and whatever your motives are, I know one thing. I know that you genuinely want to help, and that you are willing to fight in order to protect. And that is enough for a good start."

"I see. Well, as I said, I'll see if I can figure out what is going on with Anna, and I will certainly help any way I can, but I can't promise anything." Harry explained.

"Of course." Josephine smiled.

"If I remember correctly, you wanted to discuss three things. And we've covered two. Forgive me, but I've had some trouble in the past with not knowing all the details of an arrangement, so I'd like to cover them beforehand."

"Yes, well. Seeing as you have demonstrated knowledge and skill in magic that had to have come from countless hours of training, our largest, and most important request is that you train Elsa to control her gift however you can." The king said.

"You want me to teach her?"

"Yes. As it stands, she cannot control it all the time, which poses a great risk of exposure. Better control is better security."

"What about Anna?"

"If you determine she needs it, yes."

"I don't know. I'm not even supposed to be here." Josephine got up and knelt before him.

"Please, I know we have no right to ask this of you, after all you've done already, but we have no other alternative. We've done everything we can think of to keep it secret. reduced the staff to a minimum, we've closed the castle to the public, the girls aren't allowed outside the grounds. Granted, they haven't realized it yet, but it's only a matter of time before they begin resenting us for it. Elsa hardly leaves her room for fear of hurting someone." Josephine begged as tears began to leak. Harry studied the two of them for a while.

"I…Well…Just let me think about this for a moment…" he got up and began pacing around the room in thought. The king and queen sat on a sofa and held one another as Harry leaned on the hearth and stared into the fireplace. After several long minutes he turned and studied them for a while before speaking.

"If we do this, I have a few conditions."

"Okay." The king said.

"One, if I'm teaching, I'm teaching it my way."

"Fair enough."

"Two, we disclose to each other, right now, anything that we think the other should know about us. Not everything, as there are things in my past that I will definitely not be telling you, and I'm sure you are the same. I will say that these things that I keep secret don't have anything to do with what we are doing here."

"Okay…but I'm not sure what that will accomplish."

"If you want, I can go first. After which my reason for wanting this will become apparent. After which, I'm sure you'll have a better frame of reference as to what you should share with me."

"Very well then, Be our guest." The king gestured.

"Hmm. Well…which to tell first?" he thought aloud as he sat back down across from them. "I have two rather large secrets that I think are necessary to reveal in order to explain a few things. I'm sure they will raise more questions than they answer, but will alleviate some of the mystery. They are also going to be quite difficult to believe, but I do have a way to provide proof which I think should be explained and demonstrated first." The royals nodded their assent. Harry reached down into his bag that he'd taken off and set next to his chair. After a moment, he pulled out what looked like a large stone bowl with crazy writing scribed into it and set it on the table between them. "Could you please ensure that we won't be disturbed while we discuss all this. It's going to be difficult enough to explain it to you two, much less anyone who walks in on us."

"Oh. Yes of course." The queen nodded and excused herself for a moment to tell the servants just that. When she returned, Harry continued.

"This is called a Pensieve, and to repeat how it was explained to me: it allows us to once again see things we have already seen. You can put memories in and then re-watch them again as an observer. It's harder to explain than it is to demonstrate." He paused and put both arms behind the chair he was sitting in. "How many fingers am I holding up?"

"I don't see how…" the king started.

"It's okay. You're not supposed to know, yet." Harry brought his arms back around and produced his wand from his wrist holster. "After you have a memory you want, you keep it in the front of your mind, and simply draw it out." He put his wand to his temple and began withdrawing a silvery strand which broke and coiled around the wand like a string. "The original isn't gone, or faded, merely copied. Then you place it in the Pensieve." He dropped it in. "And finally, we just have to pop in and watch it. Much like the fire we used to treat Anna, it only works for magicals, but we can fool it by holding hands." He held a hand out to them. The two of them shrugged to one another and grabbed each other's hands, then Josephine took Harry's. This day started off odd, and was only getting odder. "Right, here we go." He said before dipping a finger into the silvery substance.

The two royals felt a sudden sensation of falling and were startled when they landed in a heap on the floor. There was a small commotion as the three of them disentangled themselves and stood upright.

"What in the world just happened?" asked the king.

"Sorry about that, entering the memory is always a bit abrupt, but with practice it gets easier." Harry commented. The two of them finally took in their surroundings, they were in the same room they were in before, although it seemed some of the color was washed out. Then there was the fact that there were another set of themselves seated on the same chairs they themselves had been in moments before. The strangest thing, however, was that everything other than the three of them seemed to be frozen in time.

"What's going on?" asked Josephine.

"As I said, we are now re-watching the memory I just pulled from my head. I've paused it so we can get this explanation out of the way. They're not clones, we haven't traveled back in time, we're just watching a memory. We can't even interact with anything other than each other." He explained before trying to kick an end table, and simply passing through it.

"This is quite strange." Noted the king.

"This is just scratching the surface. Believe me. But if you'd like, I'll allow the memory to play on." The two of them nodded.

"I don't see how…" the king started.

The memory played back just as it had happened a few moments before, until the moment when he withdrew the silver strand from his head. Then it all flashed back to the beginning and froze once more.

"Like I said, we can re-watch any given memory as an observer. Quite a good way to provide proof of an otherwise unbelievable story. Especially since they cannot be faked with any sort of believably. I could provide examples of someone attempting to do so, so you could see to that yourselves, but the easier way is to just take my word for it."

"That won't be necessary, this demonstration was so accurate to what just happened, I have no doubts. I do have a question though. Why ask how many fingers you were holding up?" asked Charles.

"Ahh. Now you'll find this interesting. I did that to illustrate one of the advantages of doing this. When I had asked the question, barring any mirrors I am unaware of, there was no way for you to know how many fingers I was holding up. Correct?" they nodded. "The only person who knows is me, but this is my memory we're in, so if you'll just step back here…" he ushered them to behind the chair his other self was in and played the memory again. When his other self asked how many fingers, he held up seven fingers. "Now. If you hadn't believed me earlier when I said memories can't be faked, I have another demonstration ready where one of you holds up a number of fingers where neither the other, or myself, can see them. Then copy that memory and have only the other one watch it with me to confirm, but I'm glad I don't have to do that."

"Out of curiosity, what happens in a memory that has been tampered with?" asked the queen.

"Well, I only ever saw one, both altered, and non. In the altered version, the two people in the memory, as well as the room, became so distorted that it nearly collapsed, and the sound got all tinny and muffled and distant, while a much louder voice of the person who's memory it was boomed out a lie that was the complete opposite of what happened in the real memory. He'd actually performed a memory charm on himself, but the alteration was so obvious, no one would believe it."

"I think we understand the premise now, but ah…how do we get out?" asked the king.

"Oh that's easy, simply…" there was a feeling of weightlessness for a moment. "…open your eyes." Came Harry's voice. The king and queen opened their eyes and found themselves back in the room in their original positions, still holding hands over the stone bowl.

"Now, that's done, I was going to go straight in to my secrets, but I think we should do something else first. I'd like to show you both the full version of what happened the other night when I helped the three of you, from my perspective. It'll help you get used to using the pensieve, plus you'd probably like to see it anyways."

"Please do." Said the king, but Harry was already drawing the silver string from his temple, and dropping it in the bowl. They held hands and dove in.

Quite a time later, or just a few moments, depending on your perspective, they all re-awoke in the room again.

"Harry, I'm afraid I'm going to have to thank you again for saving my family." The king hugged his wife. "hearing about it is one thing, but seeing it happen in front of me is quite another."

"It was my pleasure." He smiled as they collected themselves. "Are you ready to hear my story?" they nodded. "I'll warn you. The next two sentences I say are going to be the most ridiculous things you've ever heard, and near impossible to believe, but remember I do have proof." He warned

"We'll keep that in mind."

"Very well then. Number 1: I am not 11 years old, actually closer to 20." He paused for the laughter he was sure was coming. Instead, he was met with two expressions of something akin to confusion. He made a placating gesture. "And number 2: umm…how best to say this?..." he waffled around. "I'm not quite sure I believe it myself really, but here goes. I was born on July 31st…" he paused.

"how is that outlandish? Your birthday was only a few days ago." Said the queen.

"…July 31st, of the year 1980. Around 140 years from now." He said sheepishly.

"Oh…" she sat back in her seat to absorb it.

"You're saying you're from the future." asked the king. Harry nodded.

"and you traveled back in time." He nodded again.

"that's what I thought you said." He also sat back to think. Harry took this silence to try and explain further.

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Author's Note

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I don't have much to add at the moment, other than this might slow down for a while. I can't seem to find the time to write as much as I could in the winter, but rest assured that I won't forget about you guys. This story seems to be quite popular. It's gotten at least 3 times as many fav's as my other story (Which I suggest you check out if you like Sailor Moon) I'm still working on it as well, but progress has slowed on it as well. Happy Reading!

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