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Here is the second chapter of "History is Written by the Victor", and it is, once more, not beta read yet! Therefore, please excuse any mistakes, because I am no native English speaker...

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On the next morning, before breakfast, Harry wrote a note for Luna to meet him in the Room of Requirement after classes were finished. And on the way down into the Great Hall, he informed the twins to do the same. When they wanted to know the reason for it, he only told them, that they had to wait and that they weren't allowed to tell anyone ofthe meeting, not even their siblings.

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Classes have been over for fifeteen minutes when Harry arrived on the seventh floor where the Room of Requirement was located. There, he was already anxiously awaited by two red heads and a blonde.

Oncd all of them where inside sitting on comfortable armchairs with a cup of tea in front of them, they all looked expectantly towards the raven haired fifth year.

"Shoot it, Harry. "

"What is so important-"

"-that we don't even get any-"

"-information as to why-"

"-we are here and, as-"

"-if that wasn't confusing-"

"-enough for us poor seventh years,-"

"-we also were warned from-"

"-mentioning anything of this-"

"-secret meeting to dear -"

"-Ronniekins or Hermione?"

"Well, in a way, it is quite simple. You arehere, because you three are the only student, that I am sure about, who see 'just Harry' in me and not 'Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived' and allthis crap."

"Of course do we see you as you, silly. But, we arenot the only ones. There are two others amongst the students, that don't see 'Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived', but 'just Harry', though one would probably never admit such a thing."

"Are we right, Luna,-"

"-in guessing, that-"

"-you are not talking-"

"-about our little brother or-"

"-his girlfriend or our-"

"-little sister?"

"Of course am I not talking about the fame-leech, the I-read-it-in-a-book-so-it-has-to-be-the-truth-girl or the star-struck fangirl. Bit I think, Harry might guess who I am talking about. After all, he wants to know from us, if one of the two is a true friend to him."

"So you are talking of Neville. I have to admit, I am glad he is true. I just wasn't sure, because he is always so quiet that you never really know what he is actually thinking of something or someone. That is the reason why I wantedto ask your opinion about him. But, pray tell, Luna, who is the other student you mentioned?"

"Isn't it kind of obvious, Harry? Think, which other students here at Hogwarts never fawned over you? Never feared your wrath for telling you just what he thought of you and your actions? Or for confronting you about everything he just felt about? Can't you think of someone to whom those criterias fit?"

"You can't be talking about-"

"-Draco Malfoy. But of course I can. After all, he would have been a much better friend to you than Ronald or Hermione ever could be, because he wouldn't follow you around because you're famous. He wouldn't stop others from befriending you out of fear of loosing his place as your best friend. And he also wouldn't try to tell you what you have to do how, but would simply assist you , be it doing homework or researching something for yourself. He wouldn't belittle you for not doing stuffthe same way as he did, for he would know that everyone does and learns stuff different. Harry, be honest, don't you think you could do better in school? Because, after all, you are awesome in DADA, but not in Charms or Transfiguration, which both are a great part of DADA, right? Wouldn't you think you should be a bit better in those subjects, if you have them down to a T in another class? And this is just one example of what a different decision in your first year could have done to your live at school.

But I think this is not the only reason why you asked us to meet you here, right?"

While Luna was talking, Harry started thinking about everything that happened since he received his first Hogwarts acceptance letter before his eleventh birthday. He decided, to make a list afterwards, so he could look at everything logically, as now was not the right time to think about this, because there were more pressing matters.

"Once again, you are right. I asked you to come here because I wantedto ask for your assistancein finding informations about Voldemorts goals, his reason for starting the first Wizarding War, the reason why so many pureblood lords bow before a mere halfblood, no matterhis influential anchestry. Because, no matter where I look for this information, I only find different descriptions of what happened on Hallowe'en '81, which people from the light died when, where and by whose hand etc. But I neither find any reverences to Voldemort's goals nor the reason why he couldn't achieve anything through politics. There isn't even any mentioning at all of people who fell for the dark side, never mind where, how and by whose hand. And so far, the only option I came up with, is, that I have to go and ask Snape about it, hoping that he'll actually listen to me for a chance."

The other three were quiet while thinking about everything they got told.

"You are on to something there-"

"-little brother. Do you know the saying 'History is written-"

"-by the victor'? Because-"

"-this is probably what happened here."

"The red heads are on to something here, Harry. After all, no history book written by someone from the dark side would be published, except perhaps in some shady store in Knockturn Alley, though I wouldn't bet on such a book even existing. Asking professor Snape about some informations might really be your only chance."

After the answers of his three friends Harry was left in low spirits. He really had no other way to gain information than to ask his hated potions professor.

Well, he now knew what he would do the next day after his potions lessons.

The four friends talked about other stuff until it was time to go to eat dinner at the Great Hall, but not before all of them asking Harry, if they should accompagny him the next day, which he declined with thanks.