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Albus Dumbledore did not want to be a leader, not for a very long time. He came to understand that it was not suited for him. However, it seemed that fate had other plans for him, forcing his hands.

Albus knew very well what sort of response his speech was going to get. He already received numerous letters about it, and the most notable one was the one coming from Cornelius Fudge. He had sent a Howler. It was a first, Cornelius was always respectful towards him, and was always trying to be in his good graces, even when the Chamber opened, he only let Lucius talk and hide behind him.

The contents of the Howler were no different from everything he had received thus far. Denying Voldemort's return and calling him crazy to tell that to children. Fudge added something that if it had happened in any other circumstance Albus would have laughed. He warned him about not trying to start a rebellion to try and seize his power.

Everyone in his right state of mind would have known that it sounded ridiculous, the problem was that people were not in their right state of mind since he announced Voldemort's return. They were scared. Albus knew that Fudge would never try this on his own and guessed that Lucius Malfoy was somehow involved in whatever was happening in the ministry right now.

Fortunately, Albus had anticipated it would turn out like that. That was why he was now waiting for his guest to arrive in his office. The headmaster hated playing politics, but it did not mean he was bad at it. He just disinterested himself from the subject and let the youngsters play among themselves. However, it seemed that he was now forced to make his move.

All of a sudden, the fireplace inside his office lit up and a man came out from it.

"Sirius." Albus greeted.

"Dumbledore." Sirius Black answered coldly.

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Sirius Black was a man who knew how to hold grudges, he always was. So, when the headmaster asked him to retrieve his parents' house and then come to him without even mentioning his godson's disappearance, Sirius decided to pour out all his anger and frustration on the old man. However, when he received his greetings, he could not bring himself to do what he had planned.

The headmaster looked feverish; his hair was disheveled as was his beard. The bags under his eyes could easily pass as black eyes, and the usual twinkle in his blue eyes were gone. He looked old, older than Sirius ever saw him before, even more than during the war.

Sirius, who was at first here to lash out at the headmaster, finally ended up gob smacked by what he just heard. Dumbledore first explained to him what had transpired in the third task with the death of the poor Ron Weasley.

Sirius could not believe his ears, the courageous boy who stood up for his friends last year was now dead. He liked the boy, he thought he was the best sort of friend Harry could make in Hogwarts, a little like James and himself. Hearing about his death felt unreal.

Dumbledore then told him about Harry being captured and successfully escaping from Voldemort's grasp, and that made Sirius release the breath he was unconsciously holding. However, the headmaster also told him that he had no idea of his godson's whereabouts.

The last thing Dumbledore mentioned was his plan. And once again, Sirius could not believe what his old headmaster was saying. That is how he left his office by Floo, his mind filled with worry, dread, anticipation, fear, and excitement.

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Lily was having a great day. She had breakfast with her adorable daughter, a rare occurrence since she was working in Hogwarts, and she was reunited with some of her friends that she had not seen in a long time. The only issue was that her husband was missing, and his best friend too. That was never a good sign, even less in Hogwarts. She knew how much he missed the castle, so she decided to not meddle. That is why she decided to spend her day with her fellow teachers.

Of course, it was too good to last. She immediately noticed her husband's Patronus heading to Poppy and heard that a student was hurt. She immediately ran towards the infirmary, her daughter in her arms, and managed to arrive before Poppy thanks to some shortcuts James once showed her during their times as students.

The first thing she noticed was the kid in the infirmary bed. She immediately glared at her husband and started lashing out at him for his irresponsible behavior. Poppy arrived before she could get too angry though, and the two men started explaining how it happened. It turned out they were innocent in that matter.

Poppy started inspecting the boy while waving her wand above him, and after she seemed to be done with the diagnosis spell, her face blanched, she sent her Patronus to Dumbledore and she hurried to the shelves and took three different potions. Being the Potions teacher herself, she identified them quite easily. A cough potion, for sore throat; a blood-replenishing potion, that one was alarming. The last one was a little harder to identify as it was not an usual one. It was a muscle potion whose role is to relieve soreness from each and every muscle in one's body. In a way it made sense, according to James; the boy had spent the whole night sleeping on bare grass, his muscles were bound to be sore.

Lily was stunned by how Poppy answered her questions, they were pretty good friends. She knew that the nurse took her patients' health seriously, but she had never seen her react that way with her.

Before she could say anything, Sirius piped in with a comment about the boy's scar on his forehead. Dumbledore chose this moment to walk in. As always, the headmaster looked carefree, but the way he talked to the matron indicated that he was disappointed with something. Lily quickly put things together, and the only reason she came up with was the fact that Poppy would have told Albus about the boy's diagnosis results. And that would mean that his condition was severe enough for Dumbledore to be called.

That piqued Lily's interest who had not paid attention to the boy before. She tried to look at him, but he was trying his best to avoid her eyes. He seemed familiar, but she said to herself that it was because he was a student of hers.

Then Albus said it, and it hit her. She absentmindedly dropped Ivy to Sirius and slowly approached the bed, her eyes fixed on the boy, as if she was in a trance. Albus asked for his name, he hesitated for a long moment where he was still evading her eyes.

After what seemed to be an eternity, he finally met her eyes for a second before meeting Dumbledore's. They were emerald green, filled with resolve, and she knew that gaze very well, she saw it in front of the mirror every morning.

"Harry Potter." Lily gasped. "My name is Harry Potter."

The boy did not avert his eyes from the headmaster, and Lily's indignation started rising in her body. However, before she could say anything, James intervened.

"I don't have any relatives." His eyes coldly pierced the boy's.

Lily was a little put out by his reaction, sure impersonating a Potter was bad, but not to the point to react that harshly.

"I know…" The young boy was still looking at Dumbledore. "But… erm…"

The headmaster was waiting patiently for the young boy's answer. Something still did not feel right, but Lily could not place it. Little did she know that the theory her mind unconsciously and quickly discarded was not very far from reality.

"But what?" James shot harshly.

"Harry…" Sirius interrupted whatever was going to happen, by whispering the boy's name with a look of realisation on his face.

And then it clicked, it was a long time ago.

"Alright it's decided! If it's a boy Harry, and if it's a girl Daphne." James was jumping around like a kid.

Now she understood why James was so angry. A mini-James with Lily's eyes appeared out of nowhere and claimed to have the same name as their Daphne would have been called if she was a boy. That was too much for a mere coincidence. However, a part of her believed the boy, the same part of her who was reminding herself that no one except James and Sirius knew about the name Harry, and it was something so insignificant that it would make no sense to try and dig up that information. There was no reason for the boy to lie, and no way for him to know that name. That was why she could not bring herself to be angry like James.

"As much as I wish to stay patient, I would like to know what is happening here." Dumbledore seemed to have noticed their reactions.

"Erm… Sorry, I got distracted." The boy's voice was weird, it was filled with different and opposite emotions, but at the same time it was devoid of any of them. It was really strange but oddly enthralling. "It's just that I'm not sure you will believe me, and truthfully I would understand since if it was not happening to me I would also not believe it…"

The boy was wrangling his fingers like crazy, that was the only indication of his stress, since his face looked oddly blank.

"Do tell my boy, it is my belief that the truth is generally preferable to lies."

"I learned that the truth is a beautiful and terrible thing, and should therefore be treated with caution." The boy was looking even more intently into the headmaster's eyes.

The latter redressed his glasses on his nose, looking caught off guard. The exchange between the two of them was quite the sight, and Lily did not dare to interrupt. However, that was not the case of everyone present.

"Just tell us—" James, who was losing patience, started but was interrupted by Albus's raised hand. He did not even look at him, his eyes were fixed into the boy's.

"I guess I can't delay this longer, huh." The boy scratched his head. "To be honest, I'm not exactly from here."

Lily frowned, the boy had no accent and wore Gryffindor's uniform. How was he not from here?

"Huh, it's hard…" He paused for a moment. "I'm technically from Hogwarts, erm… Just not this one, I guess?" He tilted his head and smiled lightly as if it explained everything.

"Did you hit your head?" Sirius interjected. "There's only one Hogwarts."

The boy did not seem to hear him though, he was still looking at the headmaster, and the latter looked absolutely gob smacked. Lily had never seen him like that, his mouth was slightly opened, and his brows climbed so high that they blended into his white hair. It seemed that he understood what the boy meant, and it had to be something really incredible for Albus to react like that.

Lily thought about his words, and the situation in general but could still not get it, and she hated it. Not being able to understand something that was happening in front of her was something she absolutely loathed.

Albus recomposed himself after a few seconds and wore a more serious expression. "Did the… travel, do that to you?" He pointed his finger at his body.

He hesitated a second before answering. "Not really, I was kind of in a… situation back then. And all of a sudden, I woke up in that maze. So, I just ran, I needed to assess the situation."

Apparently it made sense because Dumbledore was nodding thoughtfully.

"What kind of situation would make you exposed to the Cruciatus curse as much as you did?" Poppy asked all of a sudden, she had stayed quiet since Dumbledore had asked his question, and Lily almost forgot that she was here.

However, her question made every adult except Albus gasp and look at the boy.

That's why she gave him the muscle potion!

Lily felt utterly disgusted at the thought of someone using that Unforgivable on a kid. She was once put under it, and she did not want to ever feel that pain again in her life and she still shuddered at the thought of it.

For the first time since he had given his name, the young boy moved his eyes. He looked apologetically at the nurse and laughed quietly.

"A scary one."

Dumbledore capped his hands to gather everyone's attention..

"As I can see from your expressions, I might be the only one who understands who he is." Dumbledore said. "Like he said, it is not a simple matter to explain, especially in those… conditions." He looked at Lily and James. "That is why I shall explain it to you myself with the best of my capabilities."

"This young man's name is Harry Potter, and he is the son of Lily and James Potter." Before James or Lily, herself could intervene, he continued. "From what I think is called, an alternate universe."

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Sirius loved a good laugh; he was always the one who would throw a joke or two to lighten the mood. However, in the situation he was in at the moment, he could not think of a single joke or even sentence that would be able to lighten the mood. James seemed furious, Lily was confused, and he was just looking at them dumbfounded, little Ivy in his arms quietly playing with his curls.

He was sure he heard Dumbledore correctly, and that was the problem. He knew the Potter family better than the Blacks and he knew for sure that they only had two daughters, Daphne, and Ivy. So how could someone claim to be their son? Sirius did not understand the part about the alternate universe, but he thought that knowing that the couple had no son was enough to get that the kid was lying. But apparently it made sense to Lily whose eyes illuminated with understanding.

Knowing that it would not be long until everything would be explained, he took a look at the kid on the bed. In all honesty, he pitied him, the boy had been under the Cruciatus curse, and that in itself was hard enough. However, Sirius while looking at his eyes, identified something he knew very well, determination and despair. Despite his blank face which did not let any emotion show, the kid's eyes were an open book for Sirius, he knew that look well enough, he had the same for the most part of his childhood. There was also some sort of tiredness, as if he had seen too much and only waited to rest, it was a veteran's gaze, not one that should be seen in a kid's eyes.

"H-how can you be so sure of it Albus?" Lily finally asked.

Time for answers, I should listen. Sirius thought to himself.

"Yesterday, during the third task, something drew my attention as well as yours."

"The snake." James whispered.

Dumbledore nodded, and oddly, the boy dropped his eyes as if he was guilty of something. That attracted the attention of everyone else in the room. The boy must have felt it as he slowly raised his head to face them and smiled sheepishly.

"Yeah, about that, uhm…" His tone was weird, indecipherable, but the way he was wringing his hands was enough to understand he was not at ease. "Well from where I'm from, the Triwizard was also held, and the cup was a Portkey." He met the headmaster's eyes once again as if he was trying to convey a message. "A trap, so I asked the snake to bite the person responsible, but he came back and told me he was not there, you all are very lucky."

"The snake told you?" James asked.

Lily clasped her hands on to her mouth, she must have understood something. Sirius for his part was not even trying, he preferred to wait for the conclusion, however something felt weird. He did not want to do the thinking, but the pieces were assembling themselves in his head.

Scar like Neville, looks like a mini-James with Lily's eyes, Parselmouth like Neville… Bloody hell, don't tell me… No way, Daphne was born on the seventh of August, it doesn't fit… I should ask him.

"When is your birthday?" Everyone, except Dumbledore who nodded sagely, seemed thrown out by the question.

The kid too seemed to get where it was going on as he determinedly met his eyes. "I was born as the seventh month dies. The 31st of July."

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Albus was fascinated by the events unfolding before his eyes. At first he was very reticent about the boy, his sudden appearance seemed to be a trap. Plus, when he tried to brush his mind as he usually did, he felt nothing else than void trying to pull him inside, it was an odd occurrence. However, when the boy hit him with the same exact sentence he himself had told young Neville years ago, Albus knew it was not some sort of joke. When he added that with what happened yesterday with the snake, it made even more sense. No more doubt remained after Harry quoted the prophecy. Even if it was weird that he knew about it despite his young age, it left no place to doubt about where he came from.

The only thing that was still bothering him was something young Harry had said about them being lucky. It would mean that it went differently in the boy's universe, and that he was back.

That would explain his state, poor boy.

James suddenly leaped towards the young boy and grabbed a thin fabric that was inside the boy's pocket, and gasped as he examined it. Dumbledore who knew what it was since he studied it for a long time nodded satisfyingly, that was one more proof that would surely convince the others.

"How?" The oldest Potter said.

Albus sighed, he was stubborn, and surprisingly close minded.

Or is it me who is too open-minded? It may be…

"Professor?" The young Potter asked with his odd tone of voice. "Could I use your wand for a moment?" Albus froze for a split of a second but quickly recomposed himself. "I think I know of a way, something able to dissipate doubt."

"Alas my boy I think it is not an issue of proof, but of a personal issue." He extended his wand, nonetheless.

Young Harry examined the wand for a second and met his eyes. He could read curiosity out of them as he looked at the item James Potter was still examining. Albus' blood went ice cold, he had that wand for an extremely long time, and no one was ever able to recognize it, but the boy, with a single glance seemed to know something.

While he was still thinking about that, the young boy started.

"This's my buddy, Prongs." Albus noticed the shocked expression that the Potter couple and Sirius wore when he said that. "Expecto Patronum."

A corporeal Patronus flew out of the wand. It was a huge and majestic stag, a very bright one, and even Harry seemed to be confused about it. It almost looked solid. And then just as quickly as it appeared, it dissipated, and Harry fainted.

"That stupid boy, he was in no state to perform that type of magic, what were you thinking by handing him your wand Albus?" The nurse was already waving her wand above the boy.

The three other people were left speechless, no more space for doubt in their mind. Albus knew why, he learned about their little secret a long time ago.

"Da'y?" The youngest addition to the Potter household asked.

Albus chuckled, the following days promised to be very interesting.

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Harry felt drained and lost. He woke up and there was not any noise around him. At this moment, hope started to rise inside him. Maybe it was all a dream, maybe he was still under his invisibility cloak somewhere at the outskirt of Hogwarts. This thought thrilled him, because the reactions of the people he had met were not very encouraging.

However, his hopes were crushed when he opened his eyes and was greeted by the white view of the infirmary. He sighed deeply and closed his eyes again, not willing for anyone to notice that he was awake for now. He reviewed the events that occurred the last time he was awake in his mind once again.

What a mess… At least Dumbledore somehow believes me. To be fair, if I were to be in their situation, I don't think I'd believe that a son from another universe had come to pay a visit.

Harry sighed internally.

I hope that I wasn't wrong about Prongs, according to his Patronus I'd say they're Animagi just like back home. But I shouldn't do things like that again, I don't know how much is the same, for all I know Malfoy could be in love with me…

Harry shivered.

Urgh, where did that come from, brain? You're disgusting!

Suddenly a weight dropped on his stomach, taking his breath away. Harry opened his eyes only to be welcomed by a redhead baby. She had pigtails and wore a red dungaree which clashed terribly with her hair. She had a big smile plastered on her face and her big emerald green eyes met his.

"Ivy! You can't do that!" A female and foreign voice resounded in the infirmary.

"Don't worry sweetheart, he is awake, she's just playing with him." Another voice, this time a man, and a very familiar one answered.

Harry knew this voice very well; he had heard it a lot last year. It was the only competent teacher he had in all his years in Hogwarts, except maybe the imposter of this year. He carefully redressed himself, paying attention to not make the little girl fall. Fortunately, his body did not seem to ache anymore, it was not stiff either, apart from feeling drained, his body felt great.

He looked around him in the direction of the familiar voice and saw the face of Remus Lupin. However, he was different from the person he knew. His face had less lines in it, he looked less tired and was not as pale, in Harry's opinion, he looked way better like this.

Maybe because he did not lose all his friends because of a traitor.

"Professor Lupin." He greeted.

Before he could notice the mistake he just made, a crystalline laughter resounded next to the werewolf, and when Harry looked at who it was, he almost fainted from the shock.

"Professor Lupin, you heard that darling?" Someone who looked exactly like Narcissa Malfoy was sitting next to Remus Lupin. "I told you; you should've accepted Dumbledore's request last year."

The werewolf chuckled. "I'm not leaving my perfectly fine job to get a cursed one, thank you." He looked back at him. "So, you already know me, and according to the way you're looking at Narcissa, you know her too."

Harry shook his head to recompose himself. "Erm, yeah sorry. I was just… thinking."

"Don't worry, she has the same effect on everyone." He received a punch on the shoulder from the blond woman. "And you can call me Remus. The Lupin from where you come from may have been a teacher, but I'm not."

The baby in his lap was lightly pressing her tiny hands pretty much everywhere on his face. So, he looked at her and smiled, not exactly knowing what to do with the baby. It seemed that it was enough for her, seeing at the way she giggled happily and clapped her hands together.

"The resemblance is even more striking when you're awake. I almost thought I was back in the seventies." Remus said thoughtfully.

"And he has the eyes, too." Narcissa added.

"Indeed."

A silence followed their exchange, Harry was awkward in that situation. He did not really know Professor Lupin that well, he was grateful to the one back home, and he knew he was one of his father's best friends, but apart from that they were not really close. He decided to play with the little Ivy instead, the latter was extremely happy with his decision as she took his two indexes in her palms and started playing with them.

"Expecto Patronum." Harry snapped his head in the direction of the werewolf's voice, just in time to see a baby Dalmatian run out of the infirmary doors. He met Remus' eyes and the latter smiled at him. "Professor Dumbledore wanted to be notified when you woke up. Harry nodded. "Normally, it should've been James or Lily in our place, but after two days, they needed some fresh air."

Harry choked on air. "Two days?!"

"You're a heavy sleeper." Was all he got as an answer.

So, it's the… Harry counted the days in his head.

"27th of July, welcome back." Albus Dumbledore's voice came from the entrance of the infirmary.

Harry nodded at him, not that surprised by him being here. From what he knew about the headmaster, he loved doing surprise entrances.

Another questioning would start soon, Harry knew it. He had already thought about the most important answer he had to give about one specific question.

"Harry, my boy, you left us with many questions hanging, when you decided to take a nap two days ago." Harry snorted. "I wanted to know if you came here intentionally?"

That's the one.

"No professor, as I said before, I was in a bit of a predicament back then, and just wanted to escape. That was the only thought I had in mind, and then my wand sort of exploded and I was here."

He was happy with his lie. He knew it would not do him any good to let anyone know that he was here kind of on purpose. Since Chaos was still not available, he had no idea how much time his 'mission' here would take. It was better to buy time and act as if he has no idea on how to go back home. That part was not exactly a lie since he did not know how, he just knew that Chaos had to know.

"I see." He stroked his long beard slowly. "And about your predicament." Harry froze. He did not want to think about it again, it was not something he wanted to relive. "I have a few assumptions based on our impostor's interrogation." The headmaster smiled at him. "I would like to thank you for that by the way." Harry nodded in acknowledgment. "Did Voldemort come back, in your world?"

The two adults in the room gasped audibly at the mention of the name.

"Yes." Harry sighed, it seemed that it was unavoidable.

"I see." He nodded gravely. "Would you be so kind as to explain to me the details please? I know those are not things you would want to relive, but I think it would help us a lot avoiding the same situation. I hope you understand.

He did. He knew his Dumbledore would want to avoid Voldemort's come back just as much as this Dumbledore. They just did not have the same chance; Harry easily made the choice. He knew he could help.

"I don't mind." He suddenly carried the little redhead in the air and showed her to the headmaster. "However, I don't think it's a wise choice to let her hear it." Ivy giggled, apparently happy of being held that way.

Albus studied his face for some time and finally nodded. "Mrs. Lupin, if you don't mind…" He did not need to finish his sentence, as the blond woman quickly took the baby in her hands and walked out of the infirmary. "You wouldn't mind Mister Lupin staying, wouldn't you?"

Harry hesitated for a moment, not sure if he wanted him to listen to what would come next.

I don't even know them, screw it.

"Sure."

Dumbledore conjured a comfortable looking chair with a single whip of his wand whereas Remus Lupin just moved his chair next to him.

"Now that we are all comfortably installed, you can start."

"Erm, you might already know, but it's not a funny story." He met their eyes. "Nor a cool one either, it's mainly me being stupid."

They did not say anything but nodded anyways, so Harry kept going.

"Everything started when I saw a weird name appear on the map. You know the Marauders' Map right?" He asked Dumbledore more than Remus.

"Ah yes, the magnificent map James, Sirius, Remus and Frank created together during their school years."

Harry was ready for everything now that he knew that he was in a different world, but not hearing the rat's name in the friends' group was certainly disturbing. Especially when he had no idea who Frank was.

"Anyways." He recomposed himself quickly and continued before they could ask any questions. "Like I was saying I saw Bartemius Crouch's name multiple times on the map when he was supposed to be home gravely sick. And it was always near the entrance… Erm, I mean near where I was training."

"I informed my headmaster, my Albus Dumbledore, about it, and he told me that if I saw something similar again I should contact him. And it happened, I saw his name again on the map, however something was wrong since his name appeared at two different spots on the map. So, I notified the headmaster with the help of a house-elf to whom I gave the map to show him the spot outside of the castle."

"I thought it was better for me to not get outside, so, don't ask why but at the moment I thought it would be a great idea to try and buy time with the Crouch inside the castle since he was supposed to be with Professor Moody. However, when I arrived in the D.A.D.A. office, Professor Moody was alone, I felt that something was strange, so I asked him if he had a guest. His magical eye reacted strongly despite him telling that there was no one. That was when I saw the trunk in front of him, it was suspicious so I asked if I could sit on it. Once again his magical eye reacted strongly, that's when I understood that something was fishy. So, I tried to buy as much time as I could so the headmaster could arrive and solve the issue. However, the impostor quickly caught on, knocked me out and kidnapped me."

Harry was so engrossed in recounting the events that he did not notice the three additions in the room. He was also thinking of skipping the details of being asleep for days after his kidnapping, they did not need to know about it.

"I woke up totally lost in a dark and dusty room. That's when erm…" Harry could still tell how the torture sessions hurt, even though he was asleep. "They started it… The torture I mean." A feminine gasp interrupted his focus and made him look up to see Lily Potter, James Potter, and Sirius Black. The first had her hand clasped on her mouth and her eyes were wide open.

"Erm…"

"I hope you don't mind them too."

Harry preferred to stay silent and continue with his story and thought about the other white lie he will have to tell.

"I heard them talking about some sort of potion that needed the bones of his father, flesh of a servant, and blood of an enemy. From what I heard they did not necessarily need mine, any person who thought of him as an enemy would do. But Voldemort wanted to make my mother's protection fade by using my blood." He rolled up his sleeve up to his elbow, to show the scar he got on his right arm. "And he did. That's when he came back and called Death Eaters, at that point I was petrified. I know he was talking to them for a while, but I couldn't focus on what he was saying."

"Until he noticed I was not paying enough attention… And decided to make me focus on him… the hard way." He shivered remembering the extreme pain his Crucio made him feel. "Then he wanted to duel me. I don't know why maybe he had something to prove to his servants or something… At that moment I was desperate, I wanted to be out of there that was the only thing in my mind. My wand flew out of my hand and then a link between our two wands appeared. I started seeing… people who weren't supposed to be here and then my wand exploded and I fainted."

"That's how I ended up here."

His throat was dry after too much talking, but at least he was done.

"Here, water." A voice surprised him.

Lily Potter had come surprisingly close to him and handed him a glass of water.

"Erm… Thanks." He said awkwardly.

She smiled at him but did not move. Instead with a movement of her wand, she brought her chair closer and sat next to his bed. He looked at everyone else in the room so that maybe someone would get him out of that awkward spot, but everyone else seemed to be in deep thought after his tale.

Lily took one of his hands between hers and started rubbing it slowly. "You're alright now." She whispered to him.

Harry was really uncomfortable right now, so he decided to ask his final question.

"Erm… Can I go now?"

Every head in the room snapped at him.

"Oh, sorry my boy, of course you would want to visit the restroom. Go on."

Harry's face reddened and was rivalling with the hair of the woman holding his hand.

"That's not what I meant, I was talking about leaving."

Dumbledore's eyebrows furrowed, as if Harry's sentence made no sense whatsoever.

"Did you already forget that you were in a foreign world my boy? You do not have a place to stay."

He's not wrong, I could go to that Merlin's place, but I still don't know how to open it. Maybe I could ask to stay at Hogwarts. I'm sure Professor Dumbledore wouldn't mind.

"Erm… You're right. So can I stay here instead?"

"Oh my, I'm flattered that you like Hogwarts that much, however the school is left almost unattended during summer holidays. However, you have the chance to get to know some people that, from what I've gathered, have passed in your world. Moreover, the Potters already told me that they would be thrilled to welcome you during the summer break."

The worst-case scenario Harry had in mind just happened, and it seemed that everyone else had come to an agreement about it. He almost tried to contest the decision, but when he met Lily Potter's eyes, something dissuaded him from doing so. Instead, he sighed deeply.

I don't even know anymore; do I have the worst luck or the best? The only thing that I know is that it follows me even in another universe.

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A woman was standing in front of a fire and another one was laid on the ground next to it.

"Second, I don't have much more time." An old and trembling voice came from the laid woman.

"I know, Third." The other voice said. "And then I will be left alone…"

"Our deaths have a meaning Second; you know it well.

"Yours. There are only two seals."

Third sighed deeply and closed her eyes, too tired to argue with her sister.

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And that's it, not much happening in this one but we finally get something about those sisters! Plus, original universe Dumbles is finally making a move!

I'll see you soon!

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