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Chapter 7: A very powerful Wizard

CU Hermione POV

It had been ten days since Harry and Hope had vanished. There was no other word to describe what happened. When they noticed that Harry and his daughter were gone, Hermione had contacted Minerva and Andromeda. The two old lady had reacted fast and with the help of the Aurors, they had looked for them everywhere, first in England and then in the entire world. But still nothing. Except for the powder they found at the scene, there was no clue of what happened, or even if they were still alive.

While everyone else was looking for them outside, she had been researching the green powder but there were nothing in her many books, nothing in Hogwarts's library as well. Alone in her study, she was losing hope of finding them again. 'Why Harry? And why Hope? The war was over; Voldemort was dead thanks to Harry. If someone deserved to be happy and left alone, it was Harry. He had almost lost everyone he knew in this war. And yet, Fate had decided otherwise.' Hermione thought. She hide her head in her hands and started sobbing.

If Hermione had raised her head at this very moment, she would have seen a book appearing in her shelf with a green light. A very old looking book, the size of a pocket book. The cover was a deep green and had for title a unique word: SALVATOREM written in silver letter.

AU Harry POV

As Dumbledore went on with his story, Harry stayed still. He was looking at the reactions of his parents when they understood what Dumbledore was saying. He saw a tear running down Lily's cheek and how stunned James looked like. The news of their son being a target of Voldemort had completely destroyed them. But he trusted them, even if he didn't really knew them, to overcome this and do the right things. And if this was an alternate dimension, then he could maybe stop them from trusting the wrong person. Except Harry and Dumbledore, the rest of the adult in the kitchen being too shocked to decided anything the night, the all get to bed, even if Harry didn't expect any of them to get some sleep.

Harry didn't sleep at all this night, but since the war, he didn't slept much anyways. So he watched his daughter's sleep. Her breathing was the nicest sound in the world, the one sound he was never gone be sick of it. The house was quiet peaceful…and if he closed his eyes long enough, he could almost feel like home. Almost. Hope woke up around 7 in the morning and said she was hungry. Harry and Hope then went downstairs, to the kitchen. James was already there. He was holding Baby Harry in his arm, sitting at the table. He gave them a little smile when he saw them. The young dad was very tired looking, obviously, his son was not doing his nights yet.

"- Do you want something to eat or to drink?" he whispered, careful not to wake the sleeping baby.

"- Just sit and tell me where the things are, I am going to make breakfast, after all, this is my specialty!" he said winking to James. It was really to be here with this man, who was his dad and was a total stranger him. But time was not to introspection, and between young dads, you have to help each other. Without the help of Ron, he would never have survive the first year of raising Hope. It was really strange to see his dad going through this as he already had, and it was stranger that he felt close to him because of that. He watched as Hope sit next to James, looking oddly at the baby and then report her attention to him. Harry really loved to cook, the muggle way of course. There was some things like this that he liked better the muggle way. Cooking was one and music was another.

Once he finished, he had made eggs, bacon, smash potatoes, coffee and some muffins, he put everything on the table with orange juice and milk. He didn't forget to give Hope her potion. Hope wasn't seek but she hated magic. Pain was what she associated with magic, thanks to Voldemort. And she was a very powerful witch, when she turned two years old, she had her first accidental magic and she had been so scared of herself that she hurt Harry. It was not a big deal but the little had ask her magi removed. At first Harry had refused, saying that she was going to be all right until six month later when Hope had jumped from the second floor of the house after another accident. Harry had looked a way to suppress her power and had found this potion. Hope had to drink it once a week and if she stopped taking it, her power would come back. During the all operation James had looked at him totally awed and that made Harry strangely proud of himself. They started eating. No one was talking but Harry could feel that James wanted to say something.

"- I am sorry you know…about the spell…Some didn't want to use it but…..I am sorry."

Harry stared at him. He was holding his son, like a lost drowning man hold the life buoy, with all his strength and despair.

"- I don't hate you, you know….In a certain way I understand why you did it." And it was true. He hated being here. He hated Hope being here. But he couldn't hate them for that. He had fought a war. He had saw many, too many people died. He couldn't see Hogwarts anymore, as it was the place so many had died…The place that hold so many laugh, was now irremediably tainted with the blood of his friends. Neville, Dean, Lavender, Padma, Parvati, Justin, Dennis, Colin, Cho, Alicia, Katie, Lee, Fred, Severus and so many other…almost 150 students had died this day, all years and all house together. Then there was many Aurors and members of the order of the Phoenix that died, like Tonks, Remus, Olivier Dubois and others. If his Order had got that book, the knowledge of this spell, he probably would have use it too. But the fact is that he was the victim of Fate, once again.

"- I lived a war…and more than that, I am a dad now…And to protect Hope, I would do everything…including sacrifice someone else life for her to live. But you see, I fought for a world in peace, a world I could raise her without fear. And you took that from me. I know war…there is no in-between, if I want to survive, I will have to fight once again. And I hate that."

When he stopped talking, James was staring at him. That probably was the longest sentences he had said since he got here.

"- Thank you" was all James could say before Remus and Sirius came around, attracted by the smell of good food.

Later the same day, Harry was sitting in the veranda in the house, with Lily and James as Hope was playing with Baby Harry in the garden. She was currently showing him all the flowers she knew about while he was sitting, in his baby car and seemed to be carefully listening. Well as any almost three weeks old baby he was hardly participating in the conversation. Lily and James were talking about Dumbledore job's offer: the post of DADA teacher so he and his family could come and lived in Hogwarts. James being an Auror, and a good one shouldn't have too much difficulty to teach, but he was complaining about being far away from the action, and Sirius. Harry felt like without knowing about the prophecy he may have refused.

Harry really needed to go to Diagon Alley, he needed some ingredients for Hope's potion , both of them needed clothes and he needed a wand, his has not come to this world with him, and even if he was able to do wandless magic easily, he felt naked without a wand. James and Sirius was supposed to go there, James wanted to buy books to create a study program. So it was decided that the three of them would go there the next day while Lily would watch the children.

They get to Diagon Alley by Apparition in front of the Leaky Cauldron. They had choose to get there in the early morning as they didn't want too many people to see Harry. At Harry request, they first went to Ollivander so he could get a wand. The shop had not change at all in this world, and Ollivander himself was the same…and when he entered the room Harry was almost certain the old wand maker had recognize him.

"-Hello. I come to buy a new wand. I lost mine ten days ago." He started uncomfortably as the old man's eyes was not leaving him.

"Hum…strange…I don't remember you….but you seem familiar…I never forget a customer you see, and you were my customer but I can't…strange."

Harry sensed James and Sirius tensed behind him…He had proposed them to split up so they could go home faster but they had insist to go with him. Dumbledore orders of course.

Harry started to try a whole lot of wand and the like the first time, none of them was for him. The wand choose the wizard after all. After one hour or so, Ollivander took out his old wand, holly with a feather of Fawkes as a core. But the wand refused him too. Harry was kind of sad, this wand had been his ally for more than ten years now, but he was not really surprise, he had changed a lot since the time he was was far from desperate, he actually seemed to enjoy himself. He made Harry try ten other wand and then he went in a hurry in the back of the shop with an other box. All the box of the shop looked old, but this one seemed older if it was even possible. Ollivander took the wand out of the box and hold her with respect.

"- This wand was made of Hawthorn wood...good for healing and very good for dark magic...often choose ambiguous wizard, powerful wizard...with a hair of the tail of a thestral as a core...only the one with the power to resist Death had wand with this particular core...like the first owner of the elder wand...yes...maybe..."

The man was talking to himself more than to Harry. But Harry wasn't listening, he was looking at the wand, the wand was calling him. So he took it and that was it, no accidental magic, nothing happened, because it was just right.

"- This wand is the older wand without an owner in my shop, my great great great grand father made it...Usually wand choose an owner between 10 and 50 years after their conception, but not this one, never...such a strange alliance for a strange wizard...You are to do great thing mister Granger..."

Harry paid for his wand and they went to rest of their shopping. Their next stop was the Apothecary. Harry was not talking, lost in his thought about his new wand. Their shopping to the Apothecary was pretty fast as he already knew exactly what he needed.

Then they went to Flourish and Blotts. While James and Sirius was looking at the DADA's books, he just wanders in the shop, sometimes checking a book to see if there were other differences with his world. Their last stop was Muggle's and wizard's clothes, he bought a whole lot of pink and pastel blue clothes for Hope and jeans and t-shirts for him.

It was 2pm when they finished shopping and they decided to eat a late lunch at the Leaky Cauldron. James and Sirius was talking about Peter, saying that it should be back soon and about the mission of Remus, getting the werewolf on their side. James thought it was too risky when Sirius thought it was necessary and that made Remus happy, to feel himself needed.

Scream.

Suddenly a someone was screaming, and then more and more people were screaming. Harry had reacted in one seconds, he knew that kind of scream, scream of absolute terror. And then spells were flying around. People trying to get out the Alley. It was hopeless, 30 death eater were attacking, mask on their faces and smile on their lips. Harry was already running to the scream.

Still running, he save three kids and there mother by sending them 'Protego' with one hand while he was stunning two other death eater with his wand. He could heard James and Sirius running after him and he cry to them to take care of the five other death eater attacking shops.

He finally got where the remaining death eater were, near Ollivander's , slowly coming

towards him. In this mid August, a beautiful day, there were a lot of family in Diagon Alley and if some adult wizard were trying to fight the death eater, like Arthur Weasley, most of them were just running. And the death eater were really enjoying this using 'crucio' and other spell on children. Harry saw one or two green lights to, and there were body all around the place.

So he fought back, alone against 15 death eater, and he was winning. An 'expelliarmus' put t3 of them out and he stunned 6 others. In less than a minute he was in front of 6 death eater. The best's one: Lucius, Bellatrix, Rodolphus...He had no chance with his wand alone so he called his sword to him...The one he hadn't use since Voldemort's death. With his sword in his left hand and his wand in the right he was almost god-like. And his magic was forming an aura around him, purple and silver. Harry had killed before but he didn't liked this. He killed only because he had no choice. Only when life where in line. The one who saw him fight that day, only saw an tornado like. The 6 remaining death eater were attaching all in the same time but none of there spells were touching their target. He was moving too fast. He cut Lestrange's arm, stunned Lucius and gave all the others their lot of cut and flying in the wall. After 2 minutes the death eater took of in a quiet 'Plop'.

James and Sirius arrived at this moment, and they saw Harry still with his sword in one hand, he had blood on his face and he was just standing with his eyes close. He was crying. And then the sword disappeared and he fainted.

I am very sorry for the last scene, I really suck at writing action scene...Please forgive me...