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Yes, I am alive… First of all, I'm sorry about the huge delay, I have no excuses.
Now that it's out of the way, this chapter gives a lot of answers about a lot of things, so try to not miss anything!
Idk if I mentioned this before, but in the first chapter I made a big mistake by mentioning Snape helping Dumbledore carrying the impostor at Hogwarts, I replaced him by Professor Flitwick since Snapy Snape is supposed to be a missing man in this universe since he never turned to Dumbledore's side. So, he's a death eater, and he's definitely not at Hogwarts.
Now the reviews:
Gyanz: Yeah I took the tag out, since I didn't want people to misunderstand things about which Daphne it would be. Thank you for the review!
Romedov: Thanks! I feel you lmao, I had to go read it again, so I don't mess it up again.
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Harry was exhilarated, it was his first time on a broom since he went flying with Astoria back in his world. The feeling of freedom never got old, he immersed himself into it, and almost forgot the girl he just met, but only almost. He just met Daphne Greengrass, and Harry noticed that while being similar to the Daphne back in his world, she had some odd differences. She did her hair differently, her blond hair braided and laid on her shoulder. Her mannerisms too were different, his Daphne did not usually use her hands when talking, while for some reasons this Daphne moved her arms like crazy while talking. Her expressions were way more readable and honestly he found it a little scary. However, the weirdest thing about her was the uniform she was wearing, it was red and gold. Daphne Greengrass was in Gryffindor.
He was still thinking about it, despite walking through this world Diagon Alley. A comfortable silence had installed itself upon the three Potters, the parents seemed to have noticed that Harry was lost in his thoughts and decided to leave him alone for now. They walked for a while, and the young Potter did not even take a look around him, still too engrossed by this world's weird Daphne Greengrass. He did not even take in the fact that they just entered Madam Malkin's clothes shop until James gently put his hand on his back.
"Yeah so, that's my nephew, could you get something, erm… cleaner," He looked at Harry apologetically.
The latter did not mind, he knew he was a mess and so were his clothes, the issue there was the fact that they would be paying in his place, it did not feel right to him, but he could not voice his dissatisfaction since his situation was better not to be revealed to anyone. It could reach some ill-intentioned people. And after the graveyard, Harry really needed some time without having his life on the line.
"Goodness gracious! Are all Potters alternate versions of each other? How is it that you all always look identical?" Madam Malkin exclaimed while taking his measures with her flying tape.
The corners of Harry's lips quirked upwards; her joke was really close to the truth.
"I'm sure one of his ancestors was cursed for them to always get that hair." Lily whispered to her conspiratorially.
They all laughed good heartedly, and Madam Malkin in her back room to get him his robes. Harry thought it was his chance to talk about his financial issues with James and Lily. However, the moment he turned to them, they seemed to get what he was about to say because James put both of his hands in the air.
"She made me buy it, if you want to blame someone, blame her."
Lily looked murderously at her husband and then turned her gaze to Harry, she now looked a little gentler, only a little. Harry found her eyes really intimidating and wondered if people felt the same way about his.
"Now see here young man," Lily said in a dangerously calm voice. "It's our money, we earned it diligently, and we have the right to spend it as we wish. You just have to follow us and say thank you. Alright dear?"
Harry gulped audibly, and James, who was standing next to his wife, seemed to be holding back a laugh at his expense.
"Yes Ma'am."
Lily smiled brightly and wrapped an arm around him. Harry was very uncomfortable but could not bring himself to move from the embrace, though he might have flinched a little bit if he was to believe Lily's expression.
"So, how was the flying?" James interrupted the awkward silence.
Harry's face instantly illuminated. "Absolutely brilliant! It has been so long since I last flew, I think the last time was with Astoria. Talking about her, I was really surprised when I saw Daphne, the Greengrass one I mean. I would have never expected her in Gryffindor, and she was so different from back home." Harry noticed he was rambling and apologized to the adults who were smiling.
"No way, keep going, I'm happy to see that even in another universe, the Potters and the Greengrasses are still close." James said happily. "So, was she a Puff?"
Harry laughed when he got a mental image of his Daphne in Hufflepuff's colour, it would have been quite something.
"No way, she was the perfect little snake." Harry did not think too much about what he said, but James was quite taken aback by the news, but quickly got over it, a shrewd smile slowly creeping onto his face.
"And you're quite the snake charmer yourself aren't you?"
Harry's face became as hot as the sun but before he could say anything, Madam Malkin came back with his robes.
James, who was still smirking, paid the amount and handed him one of the outfits so he could replace the rags he was wearing. Madam Malkin led him to a fitting cabin where he changed himself. While taking off his old Gryffindor uniform, he could not help but to recall what took place in the graveyard. It was only a few days ago and it felt like his mind and body had not recovered yet. The uniform made the memory even fresher; the dried blood reminded him of what Pettigrew did to his arm.
Thinking about him made his blood boil, and it reminded him of the way he blasted him off into a grave, the memory brought a satisfied smile on his face.
Wait a second, how did I send him flying when he had my wand, and how did it land in my hand?
Then the realization hit, he had used silent wandless casting, and without using anger as his fuel.
I'm sure I wasn't angry, I just felt pain, fear, and exhaustion. Is one of them the key?
"Harry, are you okay?" Lily's voice asked, cutting his thoughts short.
"Yeah I'm done. Coming!"
I'll try to get a better sense of it while meditating tonight.
He went out and thanked the couple and Madam Malkin for the clothes before following the Potter outside. They took the direction of the Leaky Cauldron, which was exactly the same as back in his universe. While walking, Harry felt something strange, as if he was being observed, it was beyond a simple intuition, he could not describe it, but it was different from all the times that he knew people would look at him because of who he was. He tried to spot the source of the feeling but could not. When they entered the pub they were heartedly greeted by Tom who led them to the fireplace.
"Alright, I'm sure you already know that" Lily started as Tom went back to his occupations. "But you just have to say, 'Hey fiery fireplace, take me to' and then say our address, which is Potters' Cottage." Lily said in all seriousness.
Harry looked at both of them to see if it was true or not. Seeing that none of them started laughing, he decided it was another weirdness of this universe, took the floo powder in his hands and started the sort of incantation.
"Hey fiery fireplace…" He awkwardly said but was quickly cut off by James and Lily.
Both of them burst out laughing so hard that they were all over each other, supporting themselves.
"Oh dear, I was only joking, sorry about that." Lily said, panting hard.
Harry felt really stupid, but in his defence it could have been true, and he had not expected Lily to be the one to prank him. He would have been a little more careful if James told him that.
"That's it, I'm not going first." Harry crossed his arms in front of him and tried to sulk, unsuccessfully since they both started laughing even harder than before. James went in first nonetheless and said 'Potters' Cottage' out loud.
"Your turn now." Lily said, her voice still full of mirth.
"Potters' Cottage." He said while throwing the floo powder into the fireplace.
And of course, he landed on his arse.
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Severus Snape was leisurely strolling through Diagon Alley as he often did. Sometimes an item would catch his eyes, and he would stop at a shop window for a few minutes. There were also times when he actually entered a store to get something, but it was always very quick, he liked walking down the Alley, but abhorred browsing mindlessly through a store.
Today he did not go to a single shop, but not because nothing caught his eyes. In fact, it was the total opposite, he had found something, or rather someone that had completely ruined his favourite outing. It happened when he passed next to Madam Malkin shop he had stopped in front of it, looking at the exposed robes; he really needed a fresh wardrobe after all those months coped up in an old and dusty manor.
At first he just heard familiar voices, and when he looked at where it came from, he was actually surprised to see two of his not favourite former classmates, Lily, and James Potter. One was something akin to a rival and a bully and the other was once a source of obsession and regret. Now they were just two old classmates. He was merely surprised to see them at this time, the issue was the boy who was standing next to them. He had not been keeping tabs with them, but he was still pretty sure they did not have a son. He could not see his face clearly, but he was looking like a Potter, and it was strange since he was sure that James Potter had no relatives.
Out of morbid curiosity he focused his magic into his eyes to get a better look of the young one. Nothing could have prepared him for what he saw. It was a scrawny and younger James Potter, with recognizable and unique bright green eyes, the same eyes Lily Potter had. He looked around fourteen years old but could have been older because of how skinny he was.
Now that's interesting. At this age there's no way he's their son, but how could he look like the perfect description of what their son would be?
While he was still scrutinizing the boy, the little group left the store. He decided to follow them, not leaving the mystery out of his eyes. That was when the unthinkable happened, the boy started fidgeting and looking around as if he knew someone was observing him, and for a second their eyes met. Severus was so surprised by this fact that he almost did not notice the most important thing about the boy. There was an eye-catching scar on his forehead, shaped like a lightning bolt. The exact same scar Neville Longbottom had.
Ideas started forming into his mind, each more unbelievable than the other. It was with a preoccupied mind that Severus Snape apparated out of Diagon Alley.
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It had been days since Sirius last slept, and even though Azkaban should have made him used to the lack of sleep, his mind was fuzzy and could not form any coherent thoughts. It seemed that his body was accustomed to full night even though it had been the opposite in Azkaban, the human body was really strange in that way, quick to get back into old habits.
His godson was still nowhere to be found, and it drove him crazy, crazier than he already was. He could not wrap his mind around the fact that he had lost his best friend, his wife and now it was their son's turn. The emotions he felt were raging and clashing within himself without him trying to do anything about them, anger, guilt, sadness, anxiety, grief, loneliness, shame, and fear made him feel like he was going to explode any time. He had no healthy way to deal with it, so he just did what he had done for the last twelve years in Azkaban, he turned himself into his Animagus form. It made the emotion dull; they were still there but did not bother him.
He had spent most of the last few days in this form, not talking to anyone, even though Dumbledore had made his house into the new Order of the Phoenix's headquarters and that they were always people inside. He had greeted them the first day, only because Dumbledore had insisted that his innocence should be known by the members of the resistance. He even ignored Remus, and his niece, not feeling nearly well enough to start a conversation with anyone. His old friend seemed to have understood, and did not mind, unlike Nymphadora who was now throwing hexes at him every time she passed next to him.
When he was in his dog form, Sirius mostly thought about two things. One was obviously Harry, and the second was the plan Dumbledore had shown him a few days ago. It was crazy, but at the same time if it worked, it would simply be a genius move that could make things easier in the upcoming war. Because yes, war was coming, Sirius did not delude himself, thinking that maybe Voldemort would just wait patiently for Harry to come back to announce war.
The proof was the media's actions since Albus had announced Voldemort's return. They all threw themselves at him for being a liar and whatsoever. The Ministry obviously orchestrated it with the necessary push from the Dark Mage's people that were well implemented in high positions. Or else why would they turn against the most respected wizard in the entire Wizarding World?
However, the plan Albus had prepared had taken it into account beforehand, was a countermeasure to his bashing in the eyes of the public.
In theory the plan was extremely simple and only needed one person to work, however the actual person was as slippery as an eel. At first Sirius thought Albus would ask someone from the order to perform the mission, however the latter had other things in mind.
Flashback
"You're actually serious?" No joke, no pun, Sirius was too shocked by what he just heard to bother.
"It is the only way I can think of. It should save us from a lot of trouble." The elderly man looked determined; an expression Sirius never saw on his former headmaster's face.
"And how exactly do you intend to do it? Send Moody? Or Nymphadora maybe? She could be great on this mission actually with her gift."
Albus looked more weary than before, the weight of time strongly reflected on his face. "No. This mission absolutely cannot fail, nor be delayed. We have to act quietly but swiftly, and that is why I only told you about it."
"You mean…" Sirius could not believe his ears. "You want me to do it?"
"You misunderstood me, Sirius. I meant myself." Sirius was dumbfounded. "I know I am getting old and rusty, but it should not be too hard."
Sirius was still unable to answer.
"I will need a few days to prepare everything I need, including his location. I will notify you when I leave."
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Today was the day. Earlier, Dumbledore had left after telling him that if everything went smoothly he should be back by dinner time. Sirius was pacing in his room, alternating his Animagus and his original form, his mind even fuller than usual. Molly had served dinner a few minutes ago and still no news from Dumbledore.
If something happened to him what would become of us? How can we possibly win against Voldemort if he's not here anymore? And Harry… Who'll find him? I have to do…
"Oh Albus! Just on time, dinner is ready, we almost started…" Molly started.
"It smells delicious, but for now, Molly, I need to talk with Sirius. It is a matter of the utmost importance."
"Sure, he should be in his bedroom. He refused to eat when I asked him. Really I don't…"
"Thank you Molly."
Sirius waited for him, not trusting himself to walk more than one step. His whole body was shaking, anticipating what could be either a miracle or a disaster.
After what seemed to be an eternity, Albus finally opened his door, slowly made his way towards his bed, and quietly sat. Sirius was becoming more and more anxious by the lack of information. However, it did not last long, when their eyes met, no words were spoken, Albus only nodded quietly.
The mission was a success.
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Harry looked around him in wonder for a second before standing up leaving the fireplace empty, remembering that Lily would be arriving any moment now. He got a second look at where he was, a huge living room furnished with three cosy looking couches. The beiges walls were ornated by a few family pictures, a Gryffindor scarf, and oddly enough, a broom.
It looks kind of cliché.
"Welcome home." James was standing a few steps from him, his arms closed, and a smile plastered on his face. "I don't know if it's the same we had in your world, so I'll be your guide for today." He did an overexaggerated mock bow while talking.
Harry did not want to spoil the mood by telling him that he had never seen anything else than Privet Drive and the Burrow, so he settled for a simple nod as an answer. Behind him, the fireplace lit itself, and Lily Potter appeared.
As soon as she appeared, James made a sad face "Honey, Harry didn't take your joke well, so he asked me to tell you that he's not going to talk to you today and he hopes you won't bother him either…".
Harry who heard what his older lookalike just said, whipped his head towards him, a dumbstruck expression on his face. "I didn't say—"
"Don't worry Harry, I won't let her harm you, trust me." James had now a little smile on his face and motioned Harry to follow him outside of the living room.
Lily looked back and forth, seeming very amused by the short exchange between the two of them, she did not say anything though and settled down on one of the couches with a deep sigh. The last few days must have been rough. Discovering a trans-dimensional son that you never had, and suddenly being asked to keep him for two months was not something one could see every day.
Harry followed James around while the latter described each room one by one. The only room he did not open was Daphne's. James said that girls needed their privacy, and then whispered that it was a mess.
"She left for Hogwarts without tidying it up, so it will welcome her the same way." He whispered conspiratorially as if she could hear what he was saying.
Neville too had a room, and unlike Daphne's it was meticulously clean. "He's a clean freak. Got it from his father, who got it from his mother, Augusta Longbottom." He shivered slightly. "Pray to never meet her, she'll probably nag you to do something about your hair, until you go bald."
This sounded strangely like a story from the past, the fear coming out from James was too real for it to be a joke. Harry decided to keep this information in a corner of his head.
"Alright, that's your room." They had arrived in front of a room that did not look used at all. "It's the guest room, but for now just consider it yours." With a wave of his wand, James put the shopping bags in the corner of the room before storing the clothes inside the wardrobe. "The last few days must have been tiring, take a good rest, and if you need anything, just come downstairs, me or Lily will be there."
"Thank you for everything. For taking me in, for believing me, it means a lot." Harry's eyes were fixed on his shoe.
He felt a hand ruffle his hair. "Don't worry kiddo, that's how family works! Even if it's in another world, you're still James and Lily Potter's son, and that's all that matters. And I'm pretty sure your Sirius would kill me if I didn't take you in." He joked lightly. "That crazy man would find a way to cross dimensions just to beat the crap out of me."
Harry merely laughed softly, not willing to delve deeper in his personal life, especially not with the Potters. How could he tell them that they were betrayed by one of their best friends, and that the other was blamed and spent twelve years in Azkaban before escaping.
"I meant to ask," James looked more serious now. "I apologize if it's too personal, but was your voice always like that?""
Harry had almost forgotten about that, when he first got it, he thought it was cool, however it raised too many questions. Back home he managed to avoid answering to his friends by just dodging the subject but now, he had to think about what to say.
Should I tell the truth? It's not like it's a secret or anything, and I could just say that in my world it's a common thing. Nobody would ever know.
"Harry?" James's voice came again, a little concerned this time.
"Yeah sorry, I tend to daze out sometimes." Harry focused his eyes on him. "It's not too personal, it comes from my mind protection."
"You know of Occlumency?" James looked amazed. "But Occlumency is supposed to do the opposite, hide your emotions, yet your tone is full of them, but at the same time devoid of any. It's really hard to explain."
"Oh, is that how it works here?" Harry had no idea about the name James just said, but he guessed it was the name of a mind protection skill. "Back home, it's pretty normal to do what I do, it confuses the assailant and takes him by surprise if he tries to invade your mind."
"What do you mean?" James looked genuinely interested in the subject.
"The voice isn't really the principal axe of the mind protection, it's more like a side effect. When we protect our mind, we ensure that the assailant loses himself into waves of feelings that we store in our mind. Only feelings, no memory nor anything else, it makes him lost and gives you lots of time to prepare a countermeasure."
"Interesting…" James whispered to himself.
"It's a lot more complicated, but I tried to make it simpler to explain. Actually, we absolutely need a teacher to follow us for every step, because if we make a single misstep, the repercussions could be catastrophic."
Lies keep flowing out of my mouth, I don't even know how I'm doing that!
"Understandable, the mind is a very fragile thing, one should always be cautious when dealing with it. The same rule applies here, Occlumency is highly regulated, and one of those rules is that it can't be self-taught."
James looked actually apologetic. "Sorry about that I couldn't hold back the questions, you must be knackered. Have a nice dream." He said as he left the room.
"Thanks!"
Harry closed the door and took the direction of his bed. He almost dropped on it just ready to sleep, but he had something to do, meditation. He had to get what exactly happened when he used silent wandless magic. He got into position, and started meditating, rewinding the events of the infamous events. However, he could not find anything noteworthy after an hour and he decided to give up for tonight. He was too tired to think clearly, he would continue tomorrow.
It feels unreal, everything is just so 'perfect' to be true. He thought to himself before giving up his fight against sleep, and diving into the darkness.
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Lord Voldemort was sitting on his chair, waiting for the rat. He had sent him to collect intelligence about his servants, but he was late. He knew the disgusting traitor had been injured by the boy's accidental magic feat, and that he had not recovered yet, but Lord Voldemort did not care for such triviality, when Lord Voldemort asked for something, worms simply obeyed. He was starting to get impatient, not a rare occurrence since Potter's disappearance, his mind was always bothered by the fact that he had no idea where the boy was, and the prophecy was hanging above his head like a sword of Damocles. The time that the boy was away was a time where the latter could obtain the power from the prophecy.
"Wormtail!" He screamed at the top of his lungs, making the servants in front of him tremble in fear.
No answers.
"Lucius! Why isn't the rat there, yet?" Malfoy bowed respectfully to him.
"I can send someone to check, master."
Voldemort merely nodded.
"Flinky!" An elf appeared, Lucius' elf. "Go fetch Peter Pettigrew right now, take him even if he resists."
Without a word the creature apparated away.
A few minutes passed, and still nothing. Lucius now looked nervous, not daring to look in his master direction.
"Flinky!" Once again the horrible creature appeared out of thin air. "Why were you still not back with the rat?"
"I is sorry Master, Fliky is trying but Flinky can't find Pety Pegrew. I is not want to come back with not Pety so I is was search again. Flinky going to punish meself."
Before Lucius could say anything, Lord Voldemort raised his hand. "Send that thing out." His voice was colder than ice, and power was radiating from him. So much power that his servants were suffocating.
"Go, and don't forget to punish yourself." Lucius managed to utter.
As soon as the elf apparated away, Lucius dropped on the ground, wriggling in pain. Lord Voldemort had just cast a Crucio on him.
"I will find him myself."
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Amelia Bones considered herself to be a very professional and impassible Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. She had understood that for her position, those two qualities were necessary, it would not be good for her to be seen as a joke when she was supposed to enforce law. Even more since she was a woman and people tended to underestimate her only for that reason, however with time, people learned that she was not someone they could disregard, and she was quite proud of that.
The impassible mask she often wore was also something she was proud of. It was very useful to make the person in front of her flinch. Since she was the Head of her Department, there had not been once that her mask fell when in presence of someone she had to work with.
However, when she received a letter earlier today from Albus Dumbledore, she did not expect for her mask to not only drop, but also for most of her beliefs to suddenly crumble at the same time. The letter was rather short and asked for a meeting in her mansion, in private, for a highly sensitive matter. She was not surprised by the content of the letter, she guessed it was about the claims he had made not too long ago about the Dark Lord's return, what surprised her though was the fact that he had sent her a letter. They were not exactly friends, and while she respected him very much, she could not believe his claims, no magic was supposed to be able to bring back the dead, and the Dark Lord died fifteen years ago.
She expected him to arrive and talk to her, trying to convince her that what he was saying was the truth, and she was fully prepared to listen to him for a while and ask him to leave. What she was not prepared for though, was for Albus Dumbledore to arrive at her doorstep, looking older than she ever saw him, his eyes devoid of any twinkle, his hair disheveled, an iron box in front of him. What she expected even less, were his following words.
"War is coming." His voice exuded so much power that she could not resist shivering a little. "And this is our first move." He pointed his wand towards the iron box and opened it.
Inside the box, laid a rat missing a finger.
"Albus, you better have a good explanation for bringing a rat inside my house, or I might as well kick you out despite your theatrics."
"I apologize Amelia, I just came back from an… expedition." His tired voice and his hesitation told her that it was more than just an expedition. "I am currently in a state where it is hard for me to explain everything, so I will just show you."
A blue light came from his wand and hit the rat. What followed after, was very disturbing. The rat started growing, and as he was, its head started to shape like a human's. His limbs too were growing, and also looked very human. It happened very fast, and soon a thin looking, and naked man appeared on her ground. Instinctively, she conjured a sheet to cover him.
"This spell…" She had already seen this before, in a hearing. However, she was not a hundred percent sure since Albus had casted it silently.
"It was the Animagus reversal spell, yes."
"It still doesn't explain why you came here, talking about a war, to show me a naked man, who's probably an unregistered Animagus."
"Look at his face closely. You were not in his year, but you still went to school together."
She examined him for a moment, and he looked familiar, but she could not really place it. Her school days were long gone after all, and a lot of her school mates were either criminals or dead.
"Now look at his right hand."
Amelia was getting impatient; she hated the position she was in right now. The position of ignorance, she almost lost it and demanded to the Hogwarts headmaster to explain exactly what was happening, but managed to hold it in, mostly due to the respect she had for him.
When she looked at his right hand, she noticed how one finger was missing, the index. Her mind, when taking this information, started tingling, as if it knew something. But she could not put her hand on it, and it frustrated her a lot. She looked at the man's face again, examining every detail of it, and suddenly she remembered.
"Is that…" Her voice was trembling, and her mask was gone. "There is no way."
She looked at Albus who merely nodded.
"How is Peter Pettigrew, who was supposed to be dead fifteen years ago, his corpse destroyed in an explosion, in my house right now, with only clothes and a finger missing?"
"I suppose you do not have Veritaserum?" Albus asked, drawing a flask from his robes.
"What is happening?"
Albus cast a Rennervate on the supposed dead man, and his eyes instantly opened, she immediately recognized his blue eyes. They looked frightened beyond reason; his movements were most likely restrained by Albus since only his eyes moved. When Pettigrew saw both of them, his eyes went beyond fear; she had seen these eyes before, on future prisoners of Azkaban.
Albus made him drink the Veritaserum. "Ask him yourself." This was not something she would have done in the past, she was supposed to be very professional, but seeing him alive seemed to have thrown her professionalism out.
"Who are you?"
"Pe… Peter Pettigrew." The man stuttered in a high-pitched voice.
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"Myrddin."
Chaos wondered out loud, reminiscing of the past. The men were a mystery until the end. Their Magical prowess was highly unusual, so much that they managed to feel a glimpse of Chaos' presence. Something that was not supposed to be possible, as the people who imprisoned him had made sure of it. However, a mere wizard had managed to do it. They had spent a few years trying to understand what they had felt, and Chaos loved watching the men do their best in all seven different universes. The only seven versions of himself that had been able to achieve that feat. The other ones were not worthy of his attention.
However, one day, when Chaos didn't' have focus on them, they all disappeared simultaneously. Leaving no trace of themselves behind. Chaos spent years trying to understand how it happened, he searched for them everywhere, but in the end, he did not manage to find a single clue about them. And after a hundred years, he managed to just forget about them thinking of them as dead.
That was until Harry Potter, until he first showed him his memories about Myrddin. Since then, it seemed that they would not leave his mind, as if he was missing something, However the boy had made it hard to focus on anything else than him. From being mistaken as a Dark Lord to being attacked by another universe creature, his life sure was hectic.
Now that he had some time to think about Myrddin, he could not stop thinking about the fact that they could still be alive. He had seen the other versions of Myrddin die for various reasons, he even knew where they were buried, unlike the seven.
"Should I investigate again? Maybe there's something I missed…"
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Michael Granger was utterly lost. He did not know what to do, his only baby daughter had not spoken a single word to them since she came back from Hogwarts. She always had puffy and bloodshot eyes, with huge dark circles. She had lost weight, and she looked lifeless.
Of course, he knew the reason for that, they were informed by the deputy headmistress Minerva McGonagall that one of their classmates had died, and the other had been kidnapped. The worst thing about it was that the two children were Hermione's best friends, and Michael knew them as well. The poor kid who died was Ronald Weasley and the other was Harry Potter. The teacher had advised them of extreme discretion about this information since the kid's disappearance had not yet been made public.
Hermione was Michael's first and only child, he was very protective of her, and he was proud of it. When she was getting bullied in elementary school, he had shown up at school to threaten the kids to stop. Parents were furious, but he did not care, there was no way he would have let them make his baby girl cry. And now it was different, she had finally made good friends, and even if he hated the fact that they were only boys, he was still happy that she seemed happier than ever.
Now was different from before though, back then he could just go to the school to have a talk with annoying kids, but now what could he do about the death from a student and the kidnapping of another? Who was to blame? Who could he threaten? He could not even think about looking for the kidnapped boy since he was taken by other wizards. It was not by cowardice, Michael was realistic, what could he do about someone who could disappear out of thin air, kill with a few words, and make you forget things about yourself? Going to the police too was useless, they would not believe him, and for those who will, they will be stuck in the same situation as him. He was not even sure that guns worked against wizards.
Going to the wizarding authorities too was not a possibility. Professor McGonagall had told them that their government was corrupted to the core, and that by telling them about it would just make them a target. And Mr. Granger, a sad Hermione, was a thousand times better than a dead Hermione.
He had taken a leave from work trying to get Hermione in a better mood. He knew how hard mourning was, he had lost people too, never this young though. He had no idea about what to say, so he merely tried to be with her, supporting her and not ask anything. Just being there made him feel useless, and when he saw tears in her eyes, he had only one wish; kill the person who had made her cry with his own hands.
Susan, his wife, had cried too. She had grown fond of their daughter's friends, and hearing the news was hard on her. Seeing the two women of his life so sad, made him feel powerless, and lost. It was a feeling he hated but could not get rid of it since there was nothing he could do about it.
That almost made him cry on a few occasions, but he knew he could not. He was acting like a pillar in their household. If he broke there would not be anyone for them to lean on. He had to stay strong, for them, so they recover, and maybe after they do, maybe he could cry too. But for now, he had to be there for his daughter and wife.
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