Harry Potter and the Founders Vault
Disclaimer: I am not JK Rowling.
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Note: I've mentioned before that while I try to make this story as original as possible, there's some elements/scenes/speeches that have to remain from the book, and the Fourth Year will contain a lot of that now we're at the Tri-Wizard Tournament, but there's still a lot of originality, such as the Founders' Vault challenges and anything around Harper. I try to add my own original mixing with the canon.
The Tri-Wizard Tournament
On September 1st, Wendell, Harry, and Neville were packing the minivan; Wendell had rented a minivan to fit all their luggage and everyone comfortably.
"You know we could have taken the Knight Bus," Harper said once the boys had all the trunks in the vehicle.
"Then we wouldn't be able to see you off," Monica pointed out, coming out of the house.
"I'm going to say it. I will miss TV and that thing where you control the people. What was it called?" Neville asked.
"Videogames," Wendell smirked.
"Yes, I wish they would work in the magical world," Neville said.
"Bring a pure blood to the muggle world and make them a TV addict," Hermione joked, and Harry and Harper had to laugh.
"Well, you know in America we have made technology able to work with magic. How do you think we used the boom box for our rally last year?" Harry pointed out. "I'll get you a Gameboy for Christmas."
"Gameboy?" Neville asked.
"Portable videogame device," Harper said as they started packing into the minivan.
"Nice," Neville said, following her and everyone settled in as Wendell started the engine to take them to London and Kings Cross Station.
The two-hour car ride from Hermione's home to London was fun as they listened to the muggle radio stations, played some quick car games and even exchanged wizarding trivia knowledge with Hermione's parents – some of which they were starting to remember and were getting better at.
Of course, Muggles weren't allowed on Platform 9 and ¾'s in general, but Muggle parents were the exception, and so when they'd unloaded the minivan and loaded some carts with their luggage, Monica and Wendell joined their daughter and her friends in running at the barrier between platforms 9 and 10 to enter the magically hidden platform hidden between the two platforms.
"I love magic," Wendell smiled to himself, echoing his daughter from last month's Weasley wedding as he took in the station once more before joining his wife in helping the teenagers onto the train.
Getting on the Hogwarts Express was familiar to the four now as they easily got their trunks and pets comfortable in an empty compartment – the trunks taking up a bit more space since both Neville and Hermione had multiple compartment trunks now. The Weasleys came by, to say hello to them quickly enough, with Ron sitting with them as he started telling them about all his wands. Hermione asked what happened to the Dementor cloak she had given him, but Ron mumbled something illegible and changed the topic to a unicorn hair wand he had made.
The train started to move when Cedric came in to sit with them. Harper smiling as she put her head on his shoulder.
"Harper?" This was Edward coming in, following his brother. "I've got so many items to pull tricks this year. Going to find Ginny and Luna and plan."
"Not on me," Harper said.
"Maybe," Edward said, giving a smirk.
"Ed…" Cedric sighed to his younger brother.
"Eddy, remember who taught you how to prank last year? And remember you own a snake, and I am a Parselmouth," Harper said, wiping the smirk off Edward's face.
"Okay, no pranks on you," Edward said, backing out.
"Or me," Cedric called out, but Edward had already disappeared. "I think I need you to control Edward for me," Cedric added, and Harper laughed at that.
"Hey, there you are!" Now it was Daphne coming in.
"We're kind of full here," Harry said. "We could possibly squeeze to let you in…?"
"Oh, don't worry. Me and Tracey are sitting a way down," Daphne said, nodding her head further down the train in general "But you got to hear this. Draco has told Crabbie and Goyle to hit the road! That he wants nothing to do with them!"
"What?" Harper and Harry asked as one; everyone was in shock. The two boys who were the lowest in their grade had acted as Draco bodyguards since year one, day one. "What happened?"
"Not a clue, but Draco has been different. It started when he joined in on the protests last year," Daphne said. "He and his dad have been arguing a lot over summer, from what we overheard…"
"Maybe seeing the entire school turn against him did something," Hermione suggested. They were shocked by his sudden change last year, having joined the protest to save Buckbeak. Daphne stayed for a few more moments before moving back to her compartment.
The group chatted for a while after that, playing some games and buying sweets from the trolly lady. They changed into their uniforms when the time came before they arrived at Hogwarts. As they took the carriage up Harry and Harper had to smile at the feel of Hogwarts connecting to them – even with the rainy and bad weather around them today, it felt good to be back.
The group had to separate when they arrived and got to the Great Hall – the only time they had to really sit at their House tables, with Harper taking a seat with Daphne and Tracey while Harry sat with the Weasleys. Neville joined Susan and Hermione sat with Padma and her fellow Ravenclaws.
They were used to it now as the new First Years were led in and the Fab Four had to smile at how small they looked – one of them was wet and must have fallen into the Great Lake on the boat ride, as he was also wearing Hagrid's overlarge coat as he mouthed some words at the boy they knew as Colin Creevy.
Once everyone had gotten into position, Professor McGonagall placed the familiar, old, battered Sorting Hat onto the stool and the school fell quiet. Then, the Hat began to sing…
"A thousand years or more ago.
When I was newly sewn.
There lived four wizards of renown,
whose names are still well known:
Bold Gryffindor, from wild moor.
Fair Ravenclaw, from glen.
Sweet Hufflepuff, from valley broad.
Shrewd Slytherins, from fen..."
As the hat sang the four Founders' names Harper and Harry listened closely to Ravenclaw and Slytherin; they both wondered how much the Sorting Hat sung was truth and how much was a deception.
"They shared a wish, a hope, a dream.
They hatched a daring plan.
To educate young sorcerers,
thus Hogwarts school began.
Now each of these four Founders,
formed their own house,
for each did value different virtues.
In ones they had to reach.
By Gryffindor, the bravest were prized far beyond the rest.
For Ravenclaw, the cleverest would always be the best.
For Hufflepuff, hard workers were most worthy of admission.
And power-hungry Slytherin, loves those of great ambition."
Harper didn't know why now hearing Slytherin be called power-hungry made her blood boil – she knew there was something wrong with this history, that somehow Salazar Junior had been confused with his father, but the Sorting Hat had been there. The four Founders had put their knowledge into him. Why would he lie?
"While still alive they did divide,
their favorites from the throng.
Yet how to pick the worthy ones,
when they were dead and gone?
'Twas Gryffindor who found the way.
He whipped me off his head.
The Founders put some brains in me,
So that I could choose instead!
Now slip me snug about your ears.
I've never yet been wrong.
I'll have a look inside your mind,
and tell where you belong!"
After that, the Sorting Hat fell silent and Professor McGonagall began the roll call for each student; clapping appropriately when students were sorted into their relevant houses – it even turned out that the soaking boy in Hagrid's coat was called Dennis Creevy, confirming Harper's suspicions that he was Colin Creevy's brother. Like Colin, Dennis was sorted into Gryffindor house.
Of course, what they were all waiting for was the Feast, and once all First Years were sorted, Professor Dumbledore stood, said a few words and then food appeared on all four House tablets, along with the Staff table. The food was welcome when it showed up.
"Anyone notice there is no new teacher up there?" Tracey asked once everyone began filling plates, and Harper looked up at the head table; there was a spot open where the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher should be, filled last year by Remus Lupin, the year before that by the idiot, and now Azkaban resident, Gilderoy Lockhart, and the year before that by now dead Quirrell. Harper gave a shrug not thinking to heavily on a lack of a teacher.
Harper and Harry, although preferring the more varied plates of food that America offered, had gotten used to all of the British food that Hogwarts served and were more than happy to fill themselves up on chicken, vegetables, Yorkshire puddings and sausage meat, although neither liked Pumpkin juice, so settled for the water served today – the rest of the year they'd sort out proper juices and sodas, like they always did. Cassidy made sure to send care packages to her kids.
After the main food, the desserts came, which everyone ate down happily.
"So!" Professor Dumbledore stood now, smiling around at them all after the food was done. "Now that we are all fed and watered, I must once more ask for your attention, while I give out a few notices," the students looked up to him now, patiently waiting.
"Mr. Filch, the caretaker, has asked me to tell you that the list of objects forbidden inside the castle has this year been extended to include Screaming Yo-yos, Fanged Frisbees, and Ever-Bashing Boomerangs. The full list comprises some four hundred and thirty-seven items, I believe, and can be viewed in Mr. Filch's office; if anybody would like to check it…" his eyes lingered on the Weasley twins, Harper herself and even Edward Diggory as he said this.
It was funny, the idea of anyone standing near Filch office willing to see what was forbidden in the castle. No one paid any mind to the list but the caretaker himself. Professor Dumbledore continued, "As ever, I would like to remind you all that the forest on the grounds is out-of-bounds to students, as is the village of Hogsmeade to all below Third Years," he paused at this.
"It is also my painful duty to inform you that the Inter-House Quidditch Cup will not take place this year," Professor Dumbledore sighed at this one.
Harry barely reacted to the news, but others around clearly were upset; Harper looked over at the Hufflepuff table to see her boyfriend's reaction. He was a Sixth Year now, so luckily, he wasn't going to miss his last year in the school not playing Quidditch, but it had to be a blow. "This is due to an event that will be starting in October, and continuing throughout the school year, taking up much of the teachers' time and energy – but I am sure you will all enjoy it immensely," there was a twinkle in his eye as he took a breath. "So, without further ado, I have great pleasure in announcing that this year at Hogwarts–"
Professor Dumbledore's words were interrupted by the Great Hall ceiling and a large deafening rumble of thunder; the doors of the Great Hall flew open, and a man stood there, soaking wet. He was unlike any man Harper or Harry had seen before – he was leaning on a large staff and was wearing a traveling cloak. He had a large, fake, eye and a peg leg as he walked through the hall up towards the headmaster. He was badly scarred all over his body.
"That's Mad Eye Moody!" Ron whispered to Harry, but the name was lost on Harry as the stranger reached Professor Dumbledore. He reached out his hand to the headmaster who took it to shake, and then indicated that Moody take the empty chair at the staff table.
"May I introduce our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Moody?" Professor Dumbledore now introduced, and everyone but Professors Dumbledore, McGonagall, and Snape, not to mention Hagrid seemed to be preoccupied by his unusual appearance. Moody didn't seem to care about the less than warm welcome.
"As I was saying," Professor Dumbledore continued, "we are to have the honor of hosting a very exciting event over the coming months, an event that has not been held for over a century. It is my very great pleasure to inform you that the Triwizard Tournament will be taking place at Hogwarts this year."
"You're joking!" One of the Weasley twins, possibly Fred, yelled out. Harry and Harper weren't surprised though; Cedric had told them about it, and they had used the Potter library to look it up since. There was a book listing every tournament, the challenges, and who won and… well, who died.
"I am not joking, Mr. Weasley," Professor Dumbledore smirked, "although now that you mention it, I did hear an excellent one over the summer about a troll, a hag, and a leprechaun who all go into a bar…"
Professor McGonagall cleared her throat – loudly.
"Er – but maybe this is not the time… no…" Professor Dumbledore said, and Harper had to chuckle at the man. "Where was I? Ah yes, the Triwizard Tournament… Well, some of you will not know what this tournament involves, so I hope those who do know will forgive me for giving a short explanation, and allow their attention to wander freely...
"The Triwizard Tournament was first established some seven hundred years ago as a friendly competition between the three largest European schools of wizardry: Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, and Durmstrang. A champion competed in three magical tasks. The schools took it in turns to host the tournament once every five years, and it was generally agreed to be a most excellent way of establishing ties between young witches and wizards of different nationalities -that is, until, the death toll mounted so high that the tournament was discontinued."
Harry had to think there was a point in making ties between the schools, but this tournament did seem way too over the top.
At the Ravenclaw table Hermione was whispering to her fellow Ravenclaws: "Death trolls?" She had to agree that it wasn't logical to bring this tournament back with such a heavily casualty number.
"There have bene several attempts over the century to reinstate the tournament," Professor Dumbledore continued, "none of which has been very successful. However, our own Department of International Magical Co-operation and Magical Games and Sports have decided the time is ripe for another attempt. We have worked hard over the summer to ensure that this time, no champion will find themselves in mortal danger.
"The heads of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will be arriving with their short-listed contenders in October, and the selection of the three champions will take place at Halloween. An impartial judge will decide which students are most worthy to compete for the Triwizard Cup, the glory of their school, and a thousand Galleons personal prize money," Professor Dumbledore concluded.
The excitement over the hall of people wanting to enter was obvious; Harper could even see some second and third years were interested in entering.
"I'd enter," Tracey said as the Weasley twins were loudly talking about going for it, with Harry rolling his eyes at his friends. Although now he thought about it, maybe this would keep the two from following them around to find out their secret?
"Eager though all of you will be to bring the Triwizard Cup to Hogwarts," Professor Dumbledore now stated, "the heads of the participating schools, along with the Ministry of Magic, have agreed to impose an age restriction on contenders this year. Only students who are of age – that is to say, seventeen years or older – will be allowed to put forward their names for consideration. This–" Professor Dumbledore had to raise his voice slightly, for people had made noises of outrage at these words, with the Weasley twins furious, "– is a measure we feel is necessary, given that the tournament tasks will still be difficult and dangerous, regardless of whatever precautions we take, and it is highly unlikely that students below Sixth and Seventh Years will be able to cope with them. I will personally be ensuring that no underage student hoodwinks our impartial judge into making them Hogwarts champion. I therefore beg you not to waste your time submitting yourself if you are under seventeen.
"The delegations from Beauxbatons and Drumstrang will be arriving in October and remaining with us for the greater part of this year," Professor Dumbledore continued. "I know that you will all extend every courtesy to our foreign guests while they are with us and will give your whole-hearted support to the Hogwarts champion when he or she is selected. And now, it is late, and I know how important it is to you all to be alert and rested as you enter your lessons tomorrow morning. Bedtime! Chop, chop!"
There was excited and angry chatter as Harper, Daphne, and Tracey slipped out of the hall with the rest of their Houses and to their dorms; Daisy was already sleeping on Harper's bed as they got out her monopoly game.
"Sucks I can't enter," Tracey finally voiced.
"I was even thinking of entering," Daphne added as she rolled the dice for her move.
"I think we're better off," Harper said as her communication notebook vibrated. Harper took it out to find Neville wanting to know if they were meeting at Myrtle's Bathroom tomorrow.
No, I've got a better place, Harper wrote back and told them to meet her where Hermione took her task last year: The Room of Requirement.
Harper smirked at this. She, Cedric, and Dobby had gotten the room ready, and Harper was going to surprise her friends with it. She ignored the questions on what her surprise was as she went back to her game.
-Harry Potter-
That night, as Harper lay sleeping, she was with Hogwarts in her dream – who was Rowena Ravenclaw. Her favorite form to choose it seemed.
"This is the year Harper, it's your turn," Hogwarts said. "The last Key to the Founders' Vault."
"We can do it," Harper said.
"Ah, but this year is unlike the previous years," Hogwarts told Harper. "You might want to wake up…" Harper suddenly felt like she was falling until she jumped up in her bed, Daisy giving a meow and jumping away.
Harper knew that had been done to startle her awake, but she was still surprised and was even more surprised by the bloody Baron hovering over her.
"I was just about to try to wake you," the Slytherin House ghost said, a little dully. "You have been summoned."
"What?" Harper asked confused.
"You must make your way to the bathroom on the third floor," the Bloody Baron said.
"Myrtle's bathroom? How?" Harper asked.
"That's up to you. I am just a messenger for Hogwarts," the Bloody Baron answered and then floated through a wall and away.
Harper blinked but then knew how she was going to get to the bathroom at night – she did have an Animagus form now...
Focusing for a moment, she transformed into her cat form and then made her way out of the Slytherin common room, honestly surprised how easy it was as a cat. No one paid her any mind. She saw a few other cats wandering around the grounds as she made her way up the stairs.
When she got to the bathroom, she paused as she saw Mr. Filch and his cat, Mrs. Norris. Ms. Norris came towards Harper, who decided to hiss at the cat; that caused the other cat to hiss back and Mr. Filch picked up his cat.
"Stupid pets," Mr. Filch bemoaned, moving off and once he was safely around the corner and far enough away Harper returned to her human form and entered the bathroom.
"Hi Harper," Rowan, the ghost and former friend of MC smiled at Harper.
"Hello," Myrtle added, popping her head up above the toilet stalls.
"Apparently I have been summoned," Harper said, and was shocked as, by a wall to the toilet stall, a hole opened. "That's… that's not the entrance to the Chamber. How many secret pathways are in this bathroom?"
"I don't know," Rowan said, bemused now.
Harper came towards the new entrances. Like the Chamber, there was a slide down.
"I guess I am going down…" Harper said and jumped down the slide. It was a long ride down and she landed softly on the floor.
It was dark around her as she stood up, but then torches around her lit with flames.
She was shocked – the room was exactly like Harry and Hermione's room where the trial took place and in the middle of the room was a box with the Slytherin green key inside. There was a smaller box beside it, which hadn't been part of Harry or Hermione's trial.
"What?" Harper said, and she could feel it as it came out – her voice was hissing. She was speaking parslemouth. There must be a snake nearby.
"A speaker takes on the challenge," another voice hissed, and Harper, indeed, saw a snake slithering up the case containing the key. It wasn't a real snake, but a stone one like the Lion and Eagle had been. It curled around the key case. "Slytherin's own heir? Well, I am glad I can hiss instead of using your language."
"What is going on here?" Harper asked. "Why have I been brought here? We have not completed any of the tasks or found the location."
"You have worked hard getting this far; working together got you here, but this year is different. This is on you. For you to earn the key of Slytherin and complete the four, Slytherin's representative must work alone. To take the key and find the Vault, betrayal will be your court. You will betray your friends."
"Betray… how?" Harper asked.
"Over the year your friends will think things are going on as normal. You must pretend it is. Meanwhile, you shall stealthily challenge each friend to a competition of your choice. To win, you must use your cunning and ambition – find clever ways to be victorious," the snake answered.
"So… cheat," Harper added.
"If you so choose to see it that way… Once you have challenged all four and won, and your win has been approved, you must bring the other representatives here and confess the truth. Ask for forgiveness. Once forgiveness is earned, the key shall be yours. But be warned: if the challenges are not won over and forgiveness not given by the end of the year, you shall have failed and everything shall be returned to its place," the snake told Harper. "Understood?"
"Understood," Harper answered back, and the box next to the one containing the key opened. Inside was a little book which Harper took. There were four pages and at the top of the first three were the names of the other three houses. The last page merely said, 'forgiveness given'.
"You shall write down the competition for each, how you cunningly defeated them. If accepted by Hogwarts, the words will turn green," the snake informed her. "The last page, your friends will sign when they forgive you. If it is true forgiveness, their names will turn green and if not… it will turn red."
"Okay," Harper said, taking the book and putting it in her pocket. Her mind was running wild now on what she could do to 'cleverly defeat' her friend. But it was time to get back to the Slytherin Common Room – but sleep would not come easy.
-Harry Potter-
In Professor Dumbledore's office, Albus sat behind his desk with a cup of tea which Dobby had gotten him as he waited for two of his Professors to show up.
Professor McGonagall arrived shortly, giving the headmaster a small smile as she took a chair and Dobby came with tea, automatically for her; Dobby knew the Deputy Headmistress' favorite tea and biscuits by now, since the two had meeting often.
"I trust your holiday went well," Albus Dumbledore asked, knowing his Deputy Headmistress spent a lot of her summer exploring America Magical Schooling and spending time with Grand Canyon Academy's Transfiguration Master. Albus loved hearing the new ideas Minerva found on teaching and also loved to hear about her new romance.
"Very well, I explored several more Magical Schools. Did you know Harper and Harry little brother will be starting next year? I met up with them as they were touring schools for him," Minerva said to the headmaster.
"Well, if Tim and Cassidy would like, I could see if he would be accepted here," Albus said.
"He is not interested in coming here. He wants to go to Ilvermorny – he's focused on that school alone," there was disapproval in her voice as she said this. "I will say I was less impressed by the most well-known American school outside their own country. It's not a bad school, but very standard to what we know," Minerva said. "Now, I was wondering if you would object to me adding some Transfiguration changes to my classes I saw abroad?"
"I would love to go over it with you beforehand, but I have no objections," Albus stated.
"And I was wondering if I could do an optional extra class… maybe a club, this year," Minerva said and Albus raised an eyebrow. "Animagus training. The old fashion way without the potions..."
A twinkle came to Albus's eyes. "Fourth Years, and above, my dear. It might take the sting out of them not being able to enter their names for the Tournament," Albus mused, and Minerva gave a nod as the second person they were waiting for finally entered. The familiar sound of his wooden leg on the wooden floors announcing his arrival first.
"Sorry I'm late," Alister Moody, sometimes known as Mad-Eye Moody, said as he entered the room.
"Now or for the feast?" Professor McGonagall asked, her lips pursed now.
"I was alerted Alister had some legal troubles this morning and would be late," Albus said, indicating a chair for his old friend and new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. "I wanted to meet with you two now to express a concern I have."
"Can Dobby get Master Dumbly-doors friend anything?" Dobby asked, appearing before the new professor.
"No," Moody said, shooing Dobby away,
"Thank you, Dobby, but that will be all for tonight. Enjoy the rest of your night," Albus said to his House Elf, who gave a bow and left. "Now," Albus continued, opening a drawer to his desk, and taking out a newspaper. Unlike magical newspapers, the pictures weren't moving, and words remained still. It was a plain old muggle newspaper. Albus pointed with his finger at the article that had caught his eye and made him save this paper.
"An old muggle man's death?" Minerva asked, frowning at the article.
"It's not the man who caught my attention but the location," Albus answered. "Riddle Manor, which was the home of Tom Riddle Senior, father to Tom Marvolo Riddle, who became Lord Voldemort. The place has been abandoned after the Senior Riddle family's death… something I have always been suspicious about."
"You think this is the work of You-Know-Who?" Minerva asked, concern on her face now.
"I fear so," Albus said.
"Good eye, my friend," Moody said. "Constant vigilance."
Albus nodded at his old friend. "This would mean Lord Voldemort has returned to Britain once more. With the Tournament taking place, I fear what this could mean," Albus said. "I need both of you to help me keep an eye and prevent the worst."
"Of course," Minerva said right away.
"And Alister, I need you to keep an extra close eye on…" Albus started.
"Harry Potter," the old Auror finished.
"Yes, and Neville Longbottom," Albus added.
"The Longbottom boy. Why?" Moody asked.
"As I have told you both before, there was a prophecy years ago indicating a child who would be able to defeat the Dark Lord. At the time, the prophecy could have meant both Harry and Neville, but after Halloween I thought we were set. Voldemort chose Harry. But times have changed, and it is possible, somehow, Neville could still be the chosen one," Albus said and noticed for a moment a strange look on his friend's face.
"I will keep my eyes on both of them, but now I must retire," Moody said, getting up and leaving the room without another word.
"Albus, I hope you know what you are doing? Harry and Neville… they are just boys," Minerva said, "…despite their adventures and everything."
"I know, and if I could change things, they would be just boys, but destiny has a way of getting in the way. All I can do is make sure they are ready," Albus said, giving his Deputy Headmistress a nod and she knew it was time to leave.
As Minerva now left the office, Albus noticed Flawkes had Helia with him, having had come to rest in the office. Albus smiling at the two of them. "You two will watch over them as well. Won't you?" The two made a noise that Albus was sure was confirming they would. He gave them a smile as he moved to go to bed himself; tomorrow a new school year truly started. It would be an interesting one, at that, he reckoned.
Albus also couldn't help but remember the Fab Four had three of the Founders' Vault keys. It was Harper's year, from what he knew, and if she got the fourth, a mystery nearly as old as Hogwarts itself would be solved… one he was looking forward to seeing himself.
-Harry Potter-
In the Fourth Year's Gryffindor dormitory, as Harry slept, he trained with Godric – his favorite of his dream mentors to train with.
At one point, Godric stopped, putting his sword down and smiled. Holding out his hand and moved away Harry's sword.
"This year will be a big one," Godric said to Harry.
"The last Vault key," Harry acknowledged.
"Your sister will need your support," Godric added.
"She always has it," Harry said.
"Remember that," Godric smiled.
"Of course," Harry frowned at the cryptic-ness of the statement from his mentor.
"Oh, and you know, the Tri-Wizard Tournament should be fun as well. You should get training," Godric mused.
"Why? I can't enter; I'm too young," Harry said. "Besides I don't have any interest in it. It's a little stupid…"
Godric didn't say anything though as he gave a smirk but held up his sword and Harry continued training.
Post Chapter Note: Well, I hope you like this. Different his year for Harper's key but Slytherin had to be different. And yes, I needed to mention Frank Bryce's death as we couldn't have Harry witnessing it via Horcrux connection, given my Harry doesn't have that.
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