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Chapter 8: There is two Harry Potter

Harry woke up in the bedroom he was using in Godric's Hollow. He was alone and judging by the sun coming from the windows, it was midday. Harry didn't know how long he had been asleep. His all body was aching from the fight against the death eater. The fight. He closed his eyes to reviews the scene. The last thing he remembered before passing out was James and Sirius looking at him in an awe. Just what he need right now. He hadn't use his sword since the death of Ginny, two years ago, when he stopped being an Auror, he promised to himself that he was never going to kill again. Or even use it. He had enough of it. Enough of the bloods, enough of the pain, enough of always looking behind, always fight for his life. His peaceful life, his daughter had been all that matters since then. It had been enough. But when he had saw this children attacked by the death eater for no other reason than being here, he had to protect them. He just couldn't stand people being hurt in front of or because of him. It was his biggest strength and his biggest weakness. His little `saving-people-thing` his friends were saying.

But there was more than that. And it was what frightened him the most. He had loved to fight. He never thought he would say that a day but he had missed this. The adrenaline, his body in movement, his harmony with magic. Harry had fight for more than half of his life; it was a second nature to him. By thinking this way, he had the feeling he was betraying Ginny and Hope. Of course, he still had no intention to fight in this world, one Voldemort had been enough. But he missed his job as an Auror, his missed the feeling of doing something good. Something for the others.

There was another problem. He had won against more than 10 death eaters, without being hurt and without killing them…and that was the kind of things that drew Voldemort`s attention. He should have been more careful. Go on hiding in this world was not a solution anymore. He would have to speak with James and Dumbledore to find a safe place for him and Hope. And he could maybe tell them about the Horcruxes. He still didn't know if they were the same in this world, but he was sure that Voldemort made some in this world as well. He could feel it in his guts.

Harry finally got up, still in his thought, and took a long and hot shower. He got dressed up with some of the clothes he had bought on Diagon Alley, someone had put them on his room. Hope wasn`t there but he was not worried about her. The little girl got along really well with baby Harry and Lily so she was probably with them downstairs. Hope knew about who they were, that this little boy was her father. After they came, he had to tell her why he had changed his name and her family name, why they were people who looked just like her grandparents, who were supposed to be dead and many other questions only five years old could ask. Harry had spend a few hours to explained to her, Hope was really intelligent and very curious for her age, she always had endless question and seemed to absorbed every things that were told to her. She just started to read some easy book too, even if she preferred when Harry read them to her. Strangely, the thing she loved the most were plant and insect. During the four years he spends raising Hope, he had learned more about them than in seven years in Hogwarts. With Ron as her godfather, she was fond of chess, but a little young to understand it fully. But her curiosity, and the fact that he had to explain it all to her was although because Hope was afraid of things she couldn`t understand, specially if this touch magic.

Harry was worried about that, he didn`t know he could get her to accept her magic. Hope was a very powerful witch to be and the potion she was taking, was only treating the symptoms, but it was not curing the disease itself. Even with the potion, she sometimes had accidental magic and when she would turn eleven, her power will increase and he didn`t know what he would do then. Hope wasn`t too disturb with other doing magic around her, and sometimes she would ask a question about this or this spell and she wouldn`t stop asking until she fully get how it works. Six months before, she had asked Harry and Ron about flying with a broomstick. After all, since she was living with Harry she had often witnessed Ron and Harry playing for fun, and Harry teaching how to fly to Teddy. Before she accepted to ride a broomstick, Ron had spend hours telling her all he knew about it. He had even dismantled one in front of her and show her every pieces! And then she had rode, on a kid`s broom with Harry running along, never letting go of her hand. This had been one of the best day in his life.

Harry went downstairs when he realized he was starving. He heard Hope voices coming from the living room, explaining to Lily or baby Harry or both the different use of the lavender. He was about to enter the kitchen when he heard voices from inside the room. Talking about him.

"-It was totally amazing Albus, you should have see it. He was so fast we couldn`t see him move! He took 11 death eaters down by himsef!" was saying Sirius.

Obviously, his little fight hadn`t only drew Voldemort attention on him, but the Order too.

"- Sirius, are you sure of what you said? I mean...he didn`t get any NEWT!" said a voice he didn`t recognize. A young woman.

"- I was there too, I saw it too...I mean, a sword appeared in his hand...and he knew how to use it." James voice.

Harry frowned. That was not good. And Dumbledore still hadn`t said a word.

"- Albus, did you try Legilimency on him? When you interrogated him, was he telling the truth?"

There was a silence. Harry couln`t see the inside of the kitchen but he could imagine Dumbledore pinching his nose when everyone in the room was looking at him, waiting for an answer.

"- I did not detect any lies in Hugo`s words. But we may ask him if he stop hiding behind the door."

The door flung open, and Harry`s presence was reveled to the people in the kitchen, or Dumbledore, James, Sirius, Remus, and an unknown young woman.

"-Hi." he tried to say..."- I was kind of hungry and was wondering if there was something to eat here?" At least, this was the truth.

James nodded and told him to sit while he was making him a sandwich. Harry sat between the young woman, Marlene McKinnon as she introduced herself, and Sirius.

"- So...how did you do that!" asked Sirius with a big smile and shinning eyes. This was the first time Harry ever saw his godfather smile this way.

"- Do what?" James and Dumbledore were smirking at Sirius eager but he could tell they were interested as well.

"-The thing with the sword! It was awesome! Where did you get it?"

"- I summoned it actually, with wandless, wordless magic in fact. But this sword is mine and she only responds to me. The runes engraved in the blade make it easier to summoned, even for very long distances." he answered. There was no point in lying.

"And were did you learn to use it? Can you teach me?"

Harry chuckled at the see of Sirius, acting like a little child. Even if the determination in his eyes was very adult, he was an Auror after all.

"-I learned in a muggle club, I started when I was 17 years old. And why not? If you are ready to get your ass kicked!"

Harry laughed at the shocked face of Sirius. Even if this one started to laughed soon. Even Dumbledore was smiling slightly.

"-Daddyyyyyyy" Hope enter the kitchen running and got on Harry lap`s. "I missed you Daddy" said the little girl while settling in her father embraces.

"- I missed you too, little one!"

Then Lily came in, holding baby Harry in her arm.

"- Hey Hugo, glad to see you up!" said Lily. She sat down too and the adult went silence, while Hope was telling Harry about what she did today.

"- Hugo" asked Dumbledore. " Why did you lied? You obviously know how to fight!"

"- I never said I could`t " he said. "I havn`t lied to you Headmaster."

"- I saw you fight Hugo, there is no way you are just OWL level!" said James angrily.

Harry sighed, not sure how to answer this, if he had not taken his OWL, he had passed his Auror`s exam brilliantly.

"- Daddy? You were in a fight? Are you going to be an Auror again?" asked Hope with eyes full of tears. Fight was another things she hated.

"- Auror? You were an Auror? Why did you say you were a cook?" asked Sirius, looking quiet angry. James and Remus too looked bewildered.

"- Sirius, calm down" Dumbledore again. "-Hugo, is this true?"

"I used to be an Auror, yes. But I stopped two years ago and now I am working as a cook." he answered.

Harry didn`t like being interrogated once again like that, and he really didn`t want to tell the truth about who he was and his abilities but he had no choices here. Dumbledore was already suspicious of him and James and Sirius had saw him fight. He just hoped he wouldn`t have to say his real name right now but he knew it would come to this eventually. He needed Dumbledore to trust him, so he would help him and Hope to hide.

"Then why did you say you never got your NEWT?" asked James.

"-Because I never got them...I already told you what happened to Hogwarts while I was a seventh year! My mother was a muggle born and my father a well-known light fighter, I was on the run. Once Voldemort took over the ministry, he ordered all muggle born, blood traitor and else to be hunt down and most of them were send to Azkaban and kissed or tortured and killed. Hogwarts was not an option anymore. I only came back for the final battle."

That was not exactly the truth, but it was close enough. And he was not ready to tell he was the Boy-who-lived. The kitchen went silence once again. Lily and Marlene were looking at him with pity while James, Sirius and Remus were avoiding his eyes.

"- I see...and why did you stopped being an Auror?" asked Lily. She already knew the answered but she had to asked, had to be sure.

"Because I was sick of it. Sick of Death, sick of fighting, sick of the war." his voice was a whisper, a wish, but everyone could heard it in the kitchen.

This time, the silence in the kitchen were interrupted by a loud `KRACK` when Kreattur appeared in the kitchen.

" Ah, Kreattur...Did you bring what I asked you?" asked Sirius not even looking at the house-elves. Wich was muttering about blood-traitor and such.

The house-elves handed a bag to his master who took it avoiding touching Kreattur.

"Then go now!" said Sirius as the elves was not moving. He had even stopped muttering. He was actually looking straight at Harry.

"Master Harry! Little Mistress Hope!" said Kreattur with such joy in his eyes that Harry couln`t help but smile, even if this means more explaining to do.

"Kreattur" said Hope while she was jumping in the house-elves arm, as they were the same size.

Every person in the room looked at Hope and Krettur with amazed faces, well more angry for Sirius but well.

"What does that mean? Why did this thing called you master?" Sirius asked.

"Because in my world, I owned him. House-elves have many powers that Wizards doesn`t know about, so I am not surprised Kreattur know who we are."

"Why would Kreattur belong to you in the first place? And why did he called you Harry? You were lying about your name too?" Sirius was almost screaming now.

"Yes, I lied about my name. But you tell me why I should trust you? Remember that I am the victim of your selfishness here!"

"Well, you may be right about that but we are at war. We need to know that we can trust you! You saw the headquarter and the potter`s house. We can not take any chance of trusting the wrong person." Dumbledore said, as calm as always.

Harry sighed. He wished he had a little more time to know more about this world before his real identity to be revealed. With his luck, he should have known better.

"My name is Harry James Potter, and I am the son of James and Lily Potter, born the 31, July 1980."

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