Well, I got back to this story, finally getting this chapter finished. I don't think it is very good, possibly I will end up rewritting it later if I have the chance of restructuring it better. But after all, I think it will give a lot of headaches of the extent of damage inside of the wizarding world and how it interacts with everything. Now, enjoy the chapter!

Ron Weasley POV

The headmaster office was like last time I went inside, with all the portraits of the headmasters looking at us, or speaking between them, or sleeping. Inside the office, the presence of the headmaster was reassuring, but at the same time with what I discovered a bit dangerous; along with professor McGonagall that looked at me in surprise, with a sneer of Snape to finish the welcome of Aran and myself. The one thing missing was Fawkes, the phoenix of the headmaster.

- "Mr. Weasley, weren't you in the new academy along the rest of the students?" – The headmaster asked, with curiosity but I refused to meet his eyes… I couldn't do it until my suspicions were cleared, as he could be influenced by a charm or something worse, and I didn't want to trigger it.

- "Mr. Weasley got some information that have to be cleared. Like how he and possibly his brothers had a charm on him that prevented talking about the abuse of Harry Potter." – Aran spoke clearly, provoking a gasp from McGonagall and a sneer of Snape, which I glared back with fury in my eyes.

- "Surely he is lying. They should be expert at that, and Potter is always screaming for attention in every stunt he does." – Snape said, but before he could say anymore a glare made by Aran was enough to put him to silence.

- "We take this seriously, and the cleric of our academy already have him in nutrition diet until he reach the weight and height of the rest of his classmates, along with possibly mental scars of his battles in this castle. How could you let three kids of eleven years old take on a Cerberus, a plant that strangle its victim, keys that could cut them to pieces, a chess that could kill you, poison, and to finish it, a professor possessed by a spirit? And to actually beat those defences, you should have already tipped all the answers, except the chess play, and possibly the poison." – Aran said, making me remember how I did sacrifice myself to let Hermione and Harry go ahead to defeat the one that was trying to steal the philosopher stone. But as he was saying it, the reality is that except the last two, they were easy to overcome if you looked ahead.

- "And now, a basilisk that nearly kills Mr. Potter, and a diary that contained a piece of a soul of Voldemort which nearly let him resurrect except for the fact that Mr. Potter got to kill it along the basilisk, saving the one named Ginny Weasley. And even with the evidence of the ghost of the girl bath that could give you the location and the information about the basilisk, you let two boys go ahead and try to save the girl. And don't forget that each teacher in the defence class was as good as a troll teaching the alphabet." – Aran continued, making professor McGonagall looking between ashamed of herself and horrified about the part of the diary, along with Snape looking the other way, possibly trying to ignore everything that was being said. But the face of the headmaster was strange, with no change in his face…

- "Now, I will agree that we could have done things better, but everything ended up alright. The diary is destroyed, the chamber danger was killed, and Ms. Weasley is recovering with her parents. Now, I have to ask that Harry returns to his aunt's house." – The headmaster said, making everyone in the office looking at him like he had grown another head. He plainly ignored the rant of Aran like it was a child tantrum.

- "That is not up to discussion, Albus Dumbledore. He will not return to that house, blood wards or not." – Aran said, making a tense silence in the office. I could see how the headmaster looked like ashamed, but then his face returned to express nothing, like the ashamed feeling wasn't before.

- "Aran, do the same thing you did to me." – I said, making everyone look at me rather alarmed.

- "What did he do to you, Mr. Weasley?" – McGonagall said, worried for a bit, but I shrugged off the concern. Meanwhile, Aran started to chant the same words he used to dispel the charm I had, but the headmaster moved, starting to wave his wand to avoid the spell used or to try to knock off Aran.

- "Expelliarmus!" – I shouted, using the staff I had pointing it to the headmaster. He didn't thought that I would attack him, impacting him and sending his wand flying as the same time the spell of Aran finished, infusing the place with the dispelling energy. There were sounds like glasses broking with force for a moment along a blinding light, which disappeared in a moment, but the result prompted me to scream in terror along professor McGonagall, and a horror face of Aran and Snape.

The headmaster, once looked as a wise grandfather figure, it was a decaying corpse with the white beard intertwined inside the gaps of the rotten muscles, without actual eyes to look at us and a smell that made me nearly puke. Then, the corpse spoke. – "It seems that the pleasantries are over…" - It said, before starting running toward Aran, with his mouth agape probably to bite him. I ran toward it, lunging in the rotten hips to make it miss the attack, but then I felt how it gripped me, pushing me to his mouth before I felt how something pulled me out of his grip with enough force to end up in a wall.

I could see then McGonagall and Snape with their wands ready, shouting spells to the corpse, but it picked the wand, making a protection spell that was protecting him. Meanwhile, Aran chanted something and some balls of pure magic appeared through his hand, shooting towards the corpse that deflected all of them with ease. Then, with wand movements some parts of the office detonated, making everyone duck for cover, and giving the corpse enough time to move towards me again. I tried to put the staff to block him, but he ripped it from my hands with ease.

He was gripping me again, as I tried to force my way out of his reach along the screams of the rest trying to reach me in time to save me were echoing the place, the head of the corpse exploded, feeling how the corpse disappeared in dust. The silence was deafening, and then, a gasp from both the professors were heard, as I looked to a man that looked worse of many people I knew, a bit fat with two front tooth with some ticks as a rat, along a finger missing in one of his hands and a wand in the other hand, pointing at the point where the corpse was.

- "Peter?" – McGonagall asked with tremor in her voice, like she couldn't believe the man was here. The man lowered his wand, smiling for a moment to the professor, before dropping to his knees, looking mortified and gripping his head as if something was hurting him. Snape was in the same position, before something ripped and straws of magic dazzled in the air before disappearing.

- "Sorry, so sorry. How could I do that!? How!?" – The man cried, as tears went down his face. Snape was silent, like trying to process something, and McGonagall was trying to figure what was happening, while Aran was muttering something, possibly more spells to find out what happened. I stayed silent, trying to avoid attention and figure out what happened.

One hour later

We were made to go to the infirmary; a place which I started to understand why Harry usually dislikes being here. I was being checked again for bites, but nothing appeared so I was only shaken up. The man called Peter was still bawling over something, and Snape was more distant than I ever saw him. McGonagall was shaken up, and Aran was looking over us while Madam Pomphrey was finishing checking us. Finally, my patience ran out.

- "Can someone tell me what is going on? And where is Scabbers?" – I said, while I checked in my pockets for Scabbers, as I didn't remember if I took him along or not, and if he was alright if he was in the fray. The man crying then looked at me, smiling before in a blink there was instead Scabbers before he turned back. I couldn't speak… that man was sleeping in my bed since Percy gave him to me… I felt like I needed to take a shower till the filth was out of me.

- "Why were you hiding Peter? We thought that you were killed by Sirius Black, your mother passed away devastated by your death." – McGonagall said, but the man shook his head, with a look of shame in his face and sadness.

- "I wasn't myself, professor… And why Padfoot would try to kill me? He tried to protect me." – He said, making a pregnant silence. Something was very wrong as McGonagall was looking rather shocked by the second, as if she couldn't believe it, and Snape shared the look of incredulity.

- "But… Sirius Black was the Secret Keeper of James and Lily. He sold them to You Know Who!" – McGonagall shouted accusing him of lying or something. I knew about the case of Sirius Black, the man who in theory killed a big amount of muggles with only a spell along with Peter Petegrew.

- "He wasn't the Secret Keeper… It was me. But I didn't do it either…" – Peter said, with a look of concentration, like trying to remember something. It was akin to when I struggled to remember some things before the charms were released, so maybe he was trying to process a good amount.

- "When the Fidelius charm worked, I went into hiding in my home, but then Sirius came to me, shouting that I had to flee. But then, something got a hold on us, making us unable to move. Someone appeared, and then started chanting something, and the next thing I knew is that this kid was being assaulted by a corpse. Now, I remember fragments, but the things I remember are things that I am going to repent the rest of my life…" – He finished, looking utterly ashamed. At these words, Aran looked at him.

- "It's a spell, similar to Imperius, but stronger. It's called Dominate Person. The person in question is not only being controlled, is like being a slave, but retaining the capacity of the person in question. I suppose that my dispelling spell removed that spell from him along the illusions." – Aran said, looking thoughtful, but then a voice spoke, in a mere whisper.

- "Indilwen…" - The voice was clearly Snape, but with a mourning voice that I couldn't phantom in the man. But the way Aran looked at him was something akin to surprise. But Aran quickly composed himself.

- "I think that Mr. Weasley must go back now. He missed the rest of his classes, and I think he could do with an amount of rest. Later we will continue discussing this." – Aran said, with a tone that nobody should say or do otherwise. But again, a voice interrupted before anybody could ever move.

- "Don't think going again without taking me there. I am the healer of Hogwarts, but these students were under my care, and they are going to stay that way till I see each of them graduate at least. And don't ever dare to suggest a thing of me staying here, because I suppose that even in your world should know better than say no to a healer." – Said Ms. Pomfrey with a voice that made everyone cower in fear, and even Aran cringed a bit at the threat. It seemed that it was true that you don't mess around with healers on a warpath.

- "I wouldn't suggest otherwise. You would be a very good asset in the medical wing of the academy, and the students there would be reassured to have a friendly face." – Aran said quickly to appease the healer, which had a trunk already and her wand in hand to force herself if necessary. But while they were discussing other things, I just have mind for one thing in my mind… - "In what mess Harry got now!?" –

Aran Ralthây POV

I took Mr. Weasley to his classmates, along with Ms. Pomfrey to her post in the medical wing; which got along very well with Xavfire as I went out of the room the moment they started to speak about forms of treatment. Now, I sighed, as I had to discuss a lot of things, but the top now was that whisper from the potions master. That name wasn't coincidence, it was the name of someone very appreciated in my kingdom that was fading away… Nobody knew what happened to left her in such a state, but now maybe I would be able to get some answers.

I entered again in Hogwarts, going directly to the office of the potions masters, opening them. I saw him, seated in one chair with a glass of firewhiskey. At least I got here before he downed half the bottle. – "Severus Snape, I won't beat around the bush. How do you know that name?"- I said, imposing my authority. I put before all the charms on me that would let me know if he would be lying, and I was expecting answers.

- "And why I should tell you about her?" – He said, clearly opposed to say anything, but he already did… He knew her, and maybe was a direct consequence of her depression.

- "Well, since she is someone very important in my kingdom, and she is clearly not well, it's my job to investigate every lead." – I said, but the effect of that were clearly surprising. The potions master looked at me with a mix of surprise, hope, and finally rage, and the next thing I knew was that I was flung towards the door with force.

- "She is dead!" – He said while preparing another spell, but I put a shield to avoid receiving more of those spells. But it was strange… why was he thinking that she was dead? Her behaviour was something akin to being dead; hell, we had to sometimes force feed her.

- "She is alive, but as it is, the likeness is close if something is not done. So tell me." – I said, maintaining my calm, it wouldn't be good to lose my temper now, and my magic was more powerful than a mere jinxes after all.

- "Then how me the proof. Show me that she is alive." – He said, stopping throwing me the spells. I sighed, as I got one artefact, a mirror that let communication between people, if there was a surface akin to a mirror nearby. – "Indilwen" – I said, and the mirror started to cloud, before showing the figure of an elf, which was beautiful with red hair that came down in waves of her long hair and green eyes that seemed like emeralds, but filled with sorrow and hopeless. Then, she looked at me, surprise in her face, but then remained the same, without emotion.

- "Well met, sir Ralthây. Something happened?" – Her voice carried, and soon the potions master was looking paler than I have seen in a human in a long time. He put himself in front of the mirror, pulling it from my grasp and grabbing it with his knuckles going white as he saw the reflection.

- "Sev? Is that you?" – She said, with a hopeful sound in her voice, a tone that raised hope in my heart that I was reaching her problem, at least to a first stage, and I have to dig deeper to understand more.

- "Lily, I am sorry… So sorry, I didn't want anything to happen, I implored him to spare you." – He implored, begging for a kind of redemption. But it was clear that he was the one who put her in such a state. In my mind was going to the nasty spells I knew to torture him, but then her voice interrupted my thoughts.

- "It's not your fault, Sev. It's mine to not accept you apologise then. At least someone I know is alive…" – She said, with a mourning look… she lost people, people she cared about…

- "There are more people, Lily. Minerva is still kicking and putting the students in line, and your son is already giving me headaches with his stunts." – He said, making me look at him like he grew another head in a second, as Indilwen looked at him with so hopeful eyes that hurt.

- "What!?" – I said, caught in the surprise, but soon it drowned in the voice of Indilwen; or Lily as she called herself in this world, as she started interrogating the potion master.

- "Harry is alive… my baby is alive… Please, tell me everything, where is he? What are his hobbies? Who took care of him?" – She started asking, with the biggest smile that I saw her in years. Now I was having a problem… how to say to her every little problem her son had, and the bigger problem that was painting right now in both worlds…