No way I'm back already, it's only been... Okay it's been a little more than 6 months, I'm sorry, life caught me and whooped my ass.
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Okay now that I'm done with the review there's something new about this chapter. I noticed lots of readers didn't like that there were no indications about whose POV they were reading. Even though I always made it so it was clear in the 2 first sentences. So now I'm experimenting smth where the name of every POV is written at the start.
This chapter was edited by the GOATS Merinus and TrendyTreky, once again let's thank them for their dedication.
And now,
ENJOY!
James' POV
James had always prided himself into being a good father. He had two beautiful daughters who he treasured more than everything in the world, and a godson who meant just as much to him. James grew up as an only and spoiled child. He certainly did not resent his parents for that, his childhood was the best he could have hoped for, even if, after some decades he had the insight to know that it had risen up to his head. So, of course he had spoiled his children, and hoped that his wife, who played a big role in decreasing his ego, would be level-headed enough to not let him exaggerate.
And she did so, not in the manner she always did though. She was softer. That often made him complain to her that her favouritism was flagrant. Her answer was always the same: 'Yes, and?'. She sometimes added that her kids were no arrogant prat, unlike him.
He was very close to Daphne, to the point where she always confided in him whenever something happened at Hogwarts. He knew how, even if he was like her brother, she sometimes hated how Neville acted. She had told him how she found Ronald Weasley as detestable as Draco Malfoy, and that was something new to him, until his sudden outburst sooner this year because of the Triwizard tournament.
He listened to her rant, and they reminded him of Lily's usual rants. He loved doing that. But she did not only talk to him to rant, but she also talked about her friends, about Quidditch, about how having her mother as the Potion teacher was the worst thing that could happen to anyone.
That was another advantage he had over his wife for the affection of their kids. He was not their teacher, he was the cool dad who taught them pranks and Quidditch, not the strict mother who took points from Gryffindor when they did something against the rules.
However, since the new arrival to their house, James had hit a wall. Harry Potter was a mystery to him. James knew that the boy had lived through hard times recently, and he had tried his best to make him feel at home. However, from what he had heard, Harry's home was Hogwarts. He grew up with Petunia Dursley, Lily's sister, and it was not a good thing. The boy was nothing like him or Lily, he was not like Daphne too. Even his 'counterpart' Neville was totally different from him despite living more or less the same way. To be honest, this notion was still blurry to him, but he had decided to wait for Harry to get better to talk to him about it.
Sure, the boy had some tics and habits that matched perfectly with James' and Lily's. But his behaviour was the complete opposite. Lily had a fierce and outgoing personality, whereas James was a little more composed but was even more outgoing than his wife. The boy for his part seemed shy, and acted as if someone would chastise him for being here with them. His eyes were most of the time fixated on the ground as if it was the most interesting thing in the world. In a way, it was to be expected, from what he knew, the poor boy did not have the best upbringing, but it was also a little weird that the fame had not gone to his head. James knew for sure that he would have loved it. In his first year, even Neville had a hard time with fame, almost letting it consume him. Thankfully, Augusta had set things straight with him during the Christmas break, she was a no-nonsense woman.
Coming back to Harry, Lily and James knew he had a rough time sleeping. It was obvious when one looked at his face. Even their eldest made the remark one day. They tried to talk to him about it, but nothing came out of it. They did not want to rush things with him, not really knowing what could happen if they did. Lily had thought about giving him some Dreamless potion, but James had insisted that they needed medical advice first since the potion was highly addictive. They settled for Poppy, they knew her well enough, and she was trustworthy.
That was when it happened. The poor boy fainted at the mention of a single word. 'Nightmare'. What came after was even worse, the kid was writhing in pain, and his body was even stiffer than his face. As if he was trying to escape from something but he could not. When Albus arrived, Harry was moving so much that the headmaster decided to tie his arms and legs to the bed.
The screams James heard were haunting him until this day. They made unwanted memories resurface, memories about the war.
When Harry woke up, Lily and James did not know where to stand with him, but thankfully they managed to get through it somehow. The Potters parents first wanted to reassure Harry; they still wanted him to stay in their home. After that was done, they asked about what exactly happened and how to prevent it. He told them it was a combination of missing his world and the encounter he had with Voldemort before arriving here. They both knew something was missing but his exhausted face deterred them from asking more questions.
Before they could have changed the subject, he had asked them if they could put a Silencing charm in his room. Arguing that he did not want to bother them and the other kids in the house, especially with Ivy.
They could not say 'no' instantly since he was right, the situation could not keep going like that. However, it was not a reason to let him suffer alone. The issue laid in the fact that the Dreamless potion did not work on Harry, and he seemed aware of that fact. After arguing back and forth for a few moments, they settled for a temporary solution. Lily would prepare a batch of Calming Draught that she would put at his disposition every night for when he would wake up violently. At first James and Lily wanted to add a spell that would wake them up when it happened, but the boy vehemently opposed it. Saying that he did not want to bother them especially since James had to work early in the mornings.
Of course, they lied to him. They were teenagers once, and they were both really stubborn ones, so they knew what went through his head. They agreed in front of him because the boy was capable of not sleeping only to be sure he would not wake up anyone, just like he did before.
Still, Harry had a point, if his nightmares were a daily occurrence, it would not be long before it becomes really hard for James. That is why they decided that Lily would set up the spell for herself during the week and for James during the weekends.
Fortunately, it seemed that James' carbon copy stopped having nightmares after a few days. At first Lily had to wake up almost every night to soothe him. But from the second weekend, the spell had not been triggered once. They had gone into his room a few times to make sure nothing was wrong, but all they could find was a sleeping Harry.
They were both delighted by that at the beginning, however Harry did not look less exhausted than before. When they took him aside to ask him about it, he merely told them that he was always like that. They did not believe him, but even after checking his room again and again they could find nothing wrong with his nights.
It frankly bothered James. He knew the haunted look Harry had on his face every day. It was the same he had to look at for a few months after their deaths. The fact that the boy looked a lot like him made it even easier to recognize. And if he had noticed it, Lily had too.
However, there was nothing they could do in the situation where everything looked in order, and where the person concerned was not open to the discussion.
At least not with them. Because if something had changed before their short visit in the infirmary of Hogwarts, it was his talkativeness with his peers. Especially with Neville, every time he came to visit, they would both stay together for hours. The sight was quite melancholic for the adults, it had taken them twenty years into the past. Maybe it was the fact that their lives had been scattered by mostly the same challenges, or it was just because they were both boys the same age, but they did click even faster than both Daphnes did when they first met each other.
Speaking of Neville, today was his birthday. The Potters threw a little party on the occasion. Inviting the Weasleys, the Grangers, the Greengrass, the Blacks, the Lupins and surprisingly enough the Delacours.
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Daphne Greengrass (alternate universe) POV
Daphne was sulking. For once it was not because of boys. This time it was because she could not understand a word coming out from Gabrielle Delacour's mouth. She was not sulking at the lovely girl though; she was sulking at her mother who refused to use a translation spell on her.
'It will help you learn French without being dependent on an obsolete spell' She had told her.
How does she expect me to understand anything? I know nothing about French, not a single word. It's not like I'd start understanding it by hearing the same thing again and again. It makes no sense at all!
She really wanted to talk with the adorable angel in front of her who was talking as if she was trying to say everything in a single breath. Daph, who was sitting with Fleur not too far from them, looked at them with a mocking smile on her face, even Fleur was smirking at them.
She really envied both of them. They both had something she desperately wanted for ever, a little sister. Daphne was an only child and while she loved her parents, she really wanted a sibling that she could have fun with and talk to. Of course, Daph and Ivy were like sisters to her and she loved them dearly, but it was not the same. She wanted to have one for herself, one she could call her own little sister.
Daphne decided it was no use trying to understand the little girl and decided instead to sit behind her and start braiding her hair. The other girls present noticed her giving up and laughed at her openly, drawing the boys' attention who were talking excitedly for a while now.
Talking about them, Daphne still did not know how to approach the newcomer. For Neville at least it was easy, she acted like she always did with boys. However, be it because the newcomer looked so much like Daph and Mister Potter that it was confusing, and to be honest the boy was creeping her out. He looked as alive as a ghost. That added to the fact that the first few days they had spent together were even more awkward than with anyone else. Usually people started talking to her, and depending on their genre she would either answer casually, or as curtly as possible.
However, she could not answer if he did not say anything so they had just stayed silent. It usually happened when the Potters went flying (and it happened quite often), sometimes Mrs. Potter was there and then they talked together while the boy stayed as silent as a tomb even with the many attempts from his aunt to include him in their conversations, and frankly she was glad he did not.
But when Mrs. Potter was busy, they had to stay like that for hours. And one day, when she was considering not coming anymore, Harry stopped coming. Mr. and Mrs. Potter often looked worriedly back at the cottage where the boy had stayed as if they were hoping for him to appear. Once again, she was glad he did not.
She could understand why he was like that though. He had lost his parents; it was not something she could ever imagine. Daphne did not know what she would look like in his place. Her parents were her everything, and she loved them more than anything. She knew she would not ever recover from something like that.
Suddenly, the hair she had been playing with escaped her hands. Gabrielle stood up and ran to Neville. Since he saved her during the Second task, it seemed that she had developed a crush on the latter, and Daphne did not like that at all.
I'm not jealous. It's just that she would have been fine anyways, Professor Dumbledore was overseeing the task and Neville was just stupid enough to take the mermaid song too seriously. Hmph.
"Looks like she got bored of you." Daph's voice came from her side.
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Harry's POV
Harry felt a little better now than he had for the past few weeks. That was because he could finally sleep without being worried about screaming his lungs out every night. He was still uneasy about the spell monitoring him, but not for the same reason he did before.
The first week went as predicted. He woke up with a scream every single night, and Lily came without a fail to check on him every time during the week while James came on the weekends.
But then, it happened.
Flashback
"Alright, I'll go back now, good night." Lily kissed his forehead and made her way out of the room.
It was still weird for him to get kissed and hugged regularly by Lily. But as she did not seem to want to stop any time soon Harry just let it happen. It was not like he disliked it, he just found it awkward since it was something he could have never experienced if he had stayed in his universe. The warm embrace of his mother.
'She isn't your mother.' He reminded himself morosely.
Harry's nightmares did not lead him anywhere for now. Dumbledore had asked him to try and locate the Horcruxes, but nothing came from his 'investigation'. The fact that he had no freedom to move during the nightmares did not help. However, if there was one thing that he was sure of, it was their numbers. Voldemort had made seven Horcruxes, including Harry himself.
He was still unable to perform wandless magic properly. If he was, the first thing he would have done was to make sure he did not wake the Potter parents up every night. It unnerved him very much. He had been in this universe for a few weeks now and he had no wand for the same amount of time. He felt defenceless.
This night, the nightmare had been unnaturally more strenuous than usual. He felt so physically weak that he could hardly move a finger without wincing. However his mind had never been clearer. He could feel everything around him, he could almost see the magic buzzing around him.
At this moment, he felt something warm engulf him, as if he was in tune with the magic around him. He did not feel defenceless anymore, it was as if the world was in the palm of his hand. He felt powerful. So maybe that was why he did what he did.
"Expecto Patronum." He murmured.
It did not even surprise him when Prongs came out of thin air and started galloping around the room.
He had not moved a single muscle, and even the incantation felt useless.
Harry started experimenting with every spell he knew he could cast without breaking something. And it worked!
Now there started the problems. He had wanted to be able to use magic so he could use a silencing charm in his bedroom. The first issue with that was that there was already one now, and not his. The second was that he had no idea what the incantation of such a charm was. The third issue was that now he was under some sort of tracking spell every night, and even if he was not, he knew the Potters would still check on him.
"Chaos insisted that I don't need any incantation and I have to say it was true, so it shouldn't be a problem." He thought to himself. 'Now about the already existing silencing charm…'
Harry looked around himself and pondered until he saw something.
"What is…"
Suddenly he remembered something that happened when he was in the Chamber back in his world. It was the same thing, more refined and way less painful. There were thin lines here and there all around him. There was also a sort of veil around his room. He could not really see it since it was outside the room, but he knew it was there. Not only did he feel them, but he also felt what it was. Spells, the Silencing charm was the veil, the little dot on his right hand was the alarm set up by the Potters, the bookcase had a self-organising spell on it and even the quill was stain-proof thanks to a spell.
It was beautifully entrancing. Harry was dazed for a few more minutes before thinking of something crazy. If he could see them, what was stopping him from using them?
There was still a problem though, the 'how'. Harry had never modified any spell in his life on his own, Chaos was the one behind the few Harry managed to get. Not to mention that he had no wand. However, at this moment, Harry did not feel any restriction, never would he have dreamed of conjuring his Patronus without his wand, yet he did do it effortlessly.
"Cancelling the spell is out of the question since they will notice it, but I can ensure that it just doesn't trigger."
With that only thought in his head, he felt the magic around him answer to his request, the red dot on his hand was now in his possession, and it would not trigger anymore.
"Now I need to ensure that they think I'm peacefully asleep should they still check on me."
Again, the magic around him answered his request. A thin layer appeared in front of him and started enveloping his bed and started to shrink until it enveloped only his body, like a second skin. It was closer to his body than the spell he had used for the third task, and yet he had no problem with the oxygen this time. Using the same method he used back then, he ensured that the magic would not wear off when he was not focusing on it, creating an independent magic circuit separated from his core. It felt so easy compared to before that it was disconcerting.
Suddenly the fatigue he had not felt prior to that caught him, and everything faded into darkness.
End of flashback
Since this happened, Harry tried his best to enter this state of exhilaration once again but was unable to do so. Thankfully the magic he had used was still there though, and he had almost linked all the dots together, the meditation, the simultaneous multiple thought processes, the extreme focus. It was all connected.
It had been days since he could finally scream to his lungs' content almost every night.
From the nightmares he had gotten a few clues. Even though they were still terrifying to live through, Harry could now get Voldemort's thoughts to a certain extent. He could also look more clearly at what his vision showed.
From what he had gathered, the items were mostly about the Founders, there was a cup, a locket, and a diadem. It was all he could gather and today he wanted to share his discoveries with Professor Dumbledore, maybe he would have more insights about them. There was something about his family, but he could not get what it was, the nightmares were too fuzzy.
When is he coming though? Wait, why—
Harry refrained from slapping himself. Why in the world did he even consider that the headmaster would be coming to Neville's birthday? He never did back in his world, it was not like there was any reason for him to.
Damn it, I need to talk to Da—
Once again, he almost slapped his own face. Not. Your. Parents.
"Who are you?" A voice that he did not want to hear at all took him out of his internal conflict, or rather than a voice, an accent. A French accent more precisely.
He turned his head, a scowl on his face, preparing himself to face the French blonde once more, in another world this time.
"Harry Potter, nice to meet you!" He said this with the fakest smile he could muster. "Oh, sorry, I need to talk with erm… Sirius… Yeah Sirius, bye!"
He quickly retreated, not giving her the time to answer. While doing so, he tripped over someone and almost made a fall, almost rivalling the ones he usually did after using the floo.
"I'm afraid Sirius is already married; you'll have to go back to missy blondie." It was Sirius' wife, Inès who he just almost fell over. Her voice was playful, and she had a teasing smile on her face.
"That's not… Erm, I just used him as an excuse to escape to be honest." She just smiled at him. "By the way, do you know where Mr. and Mrs. Potter are? I need to talk with them."
He whispered to her, he did not want other people to hear him call them something else than uncle and aunt. He felt it would be disrespectful to call them what he calls the Dursleys.
"Oi, stop sweet talking my wife you bas—" Sirius yelped in pain audibly. "Damn it Lily, go easy on your hexes, I wasn't really going to say it." He winked at him. "As I was saying, stop sweet talking my wife you…" He paused intentionally, a big smile on his face. "You Potter!"
Everyone's attention was on them now, not exactly what Harry had wanted, but at least he had found James and Lily. They were leaving the kitchen and looking at the scene Sirius caused.
Harry tried to catch their eyes discreetly, but they were too focused on Sirius to pay him any mind at the moment. He had almost forgotten about Inès who was still standing next to him. She was looking at him, her smile still plastered on her pretty face.
"Go on." She simply said.
He nodded his head awkwardly as a sign of thanks, he definitely felt awkward around her. He started to walk towards James and Lily, and when he was a few steps away from them they finally noticed him. Maybe he had a funny look on his face because they almost immediately started looking at him worriedly.
"Harry, are you okay?" James asked quietly.
"Yes, of course." He smiled to show them everything was fine. "I was just wondering if—," He looked around him and it seemed that no one looked at them anymore, but he still lowered the volume of his voice just in case. "If Dumbledore would come today? I need to talk to him as soon as possible."
Apparently, it was not the best thing to say, the look of worry they both had on their face became even more serious.
"It's nothing serious I swear, it's just about, my erm…" He quickly added to deescalate the whole thing. "Home." He emphasised on the last word.
That still did not seem to ease their worry as they took a long look at him before finally saying something.
"I will floo him." James said. "In the meantime, you can explain to Lily what's going on, alright?"
Harry nodded, thinking hard about what explanation he could give her without freaking her out. He absentmindedly saw James walking towards his bedroom. He almost did not react when Lily took him by his shoulders and led him to the kitchen.
"So, care to explain what's going on? You got us really worried back there."
He hated the amount of lies that had come through his mind since he came to this universe, but he knew that was the only way. He still decided to stick to a half truth, he found it easier than a full-fledged lie.
"I'm really sorry for ruining the mood, but I remembered something about…" He looked around only to see a deserted kitchen. "My universe. And if it's anything like mine, I must inform Professor Dumbledore as soon as possible."
"Don't say that, you didn't ruin anything." Her hand which was still on his shoulder brought him in a tighter side hug. "The day's still young, you'll have your word with Albus if he's available and have fun after. If he's not, you just go and have fun until he is."
She smiled at him kindly, and Harry found it really hard not to avoid her eyes. They were both so kind and all he did was lie to them. He felt awful.
"C'mon, let's get back to the living room, it's time for the cake."
With a swift wave of her wand, a gigantic cake flew out of the oven.
The sizes don't match. How in the world does that gigantic cake fit in this tiny oven…
Harry found it absurd.
Oh yeah… Magic…
Harry felt dumb.
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Hermione (original universe) POV
Hermione felt numb.
They were two huge holes within her, both filled with pain. But the rest of her was just numb. As if all the feeling her body could muster was concentrated into those two holes, leaving nothing else for the rest. She had cried, but it did not help. She had screamed, but it still did not help. She even tried to hit furniture, but all she gained from it were bruises that did not hurt as much as the holes Ron and Harry left within her.
She still had not said a word to anyone. Despite all the combined effort of her parents. Especially her father, she could see how desperate he was, trying to make her talk, laugh or even smile. It was not that she did not want to, if she could she would have done it, if only to see her father's worries lessen. However nothing worked, she simply could not. The closest she had been was when a majestic brown owl knocked at her window. It was a letter from Daphne.
At first she did not want to open it, dreading the words that were inside. However reading was always her thing, and that was something she had not tried to soothe the pain yet. So she read it. Contrary to what she had thought, Daphne did not talk about them. The letter was mostly asking about how she was doing, Daphne also wrote about how things were going for her and her sister.
That seemingly meaningless letter was the start of something Hermione would have never envisioned. It was the start of more or less fifty others. They both kept exchanging letters, talking about anything and everything. Hermione had found in this exchange a way to lessen the pain and it was addictive. But she did not care, as long as she did not feel the holes, she would do anything.
In her last letter, Daphne had invited her to her house for a picnic. Hermione did not want to go. The letters were fine because they were letters. Words written on parchment were different from talking to someone face to face. She was ashamed of arriving in someone's house not being able to say a single word.
When she decided that she would answer negatively to the invitation, she noticed a post scriptum.
P.S.: Look at the first page of the Daily Prophet I attached to this letter.
Hermione was sure she had told Daphne about not wanting to read another word coming from this trashy newspaper. So, if she had sent it anyway, it must have been something big.
For a scary moment her mind thought about Harry being found dead somewhere but quickly discarded it.
When she unfolded the Daily Prophet and started reading the first page, her mind suddenly froze and she started laughing like a madwoman. She could not help herself, the page she just read was just so ironical, so unjust that it looked like something out of a tragicomedy.
Hurried footsteps came from her living room all the way to her room. The door was wide open, leaving her as a spectacle for her parents. Her mother ran to hug her tightly, Hermione let go of the newspaper, still laughing hysterically. When it fell on the floor, her father could read on the first page, in capital letters
"SIRIUS BLACK IS ACQUITTED"
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Albus (alternate universe) POV
Albus Dumbledore had once thought that he had read enough for the rest of his lifetime. He was wrong. Since the young Potter had crossed a universe, he had found himself buried in books once again. It was more because of the information the lad had brought though, Voldemort's Horcruxes. Of course, he had still taken upon himself to try and read about universe travel, however except for muggle fantasy and far-fetched theories from some dark wizards, there was nothing.
That was why he decided to focus on something that required his immediate attention. Albus had no doubts about Voldemort being back already. Neville's nightmares and Harry's testimony were enough for him to organise a rebirth of the Order of the Phoenix, contacting every susceptible candidate he could think about.
He was now reading about living Horcruxes and their implications. From what he had gathered, the boy was doomed. This simple fact almost broke him inside. His teacher's heart could not handle child casualty. He did not let it prevent him from looking again and again, book after book for another solution.
Suddenly, a flash of genius struck him. If there was another universe besides his, there should be more. And if they had magic unknown to them, it could be possible. The young Potter had talked about some Fidelius charm, and even his Occlumency was not the same. If the answer did not lie in his universe, he just had to find it in another, and for that Albus would have to learn how to repeat Harry Potter's accident at least twice. One for going and the second to return.
"Albus, are you by any chance busy?" A worried voice coming from his fireplace interrupted his thoughts.
He easily recognized James Potter's voice. They talked often with each other, be it for Neville or just as friends.
"I am not. What are you so worried about that you are contacting me when you should be out celebrating Neville's birthday?"
Albus had some ideas, and all of them were about the newest arrival in their household. Harry Potter.
"It's Harry. He says he has to talk to you urgently about his home."
Albus redressed himself in his chair. The only reasons young Harry could have notified his parents were either because he had found a way back to his home, which Albus doubted. Or because he had news about the Horcruxes.
"Did he say anything else?"
"No, he's talking about it with Lily right now."
"I am coming through if you do not mind."
"Sure, thank you."
He ed immediately floo- to the Potter's cottage. Unlike the other times he went to their house, this time he appeared in the fireplace of what seemed to be the Potter's couple bedroom. He was welcomed by James.
"Hello Albus, I'm really sorry about this, I know you're a busy man." He looked apologetic.
"No need to apologise, I was the one who told young Harry to contact me as soon as he could if he had something to tell me."
"They should be in the kitchen." James said as he started walking out of the bedroom.
Albus followed him calmly. When they got there, no one was in the kitchen anymore. It was explained by the birthday chant coming from the adjacent room. It seemed that Lily had decided to not wait for them to be back. It was understandable, Albus Dumbledore is a busy man, it would be reasonable of her to think he would not be available immediately.
"Would you mind calling young Harry here?" Dumbledore asked James. "I would hate to crash on Neville's birthday uninvited."
"Nonsense Albus, you know you're always welcomed!"
"Still, I would prefer not interfering." He insisted.
"Alright."
"Hello Professor."
While he was lost in his thoughts, it seemed that the young universe crosser finally arrived.
"Hello my boy. How are you settling in your new accommodation?"
"Everything is going well, thank you." The boy had a new light shining in his eyes, determination, a newfound goal maybe. "Professor, it's about his items." He emphasised the 'his' making it clear to him that he was talking about Voldemort. "I saw three of them, and I also found out about where they come from."
That was way more than what Albus had hoped. He had thought that maybe he would get a vague description of one of the Horcruxes. However, the boy had exceeded his expectations. Not only did he see three of them, but he also got their origins.
"Tell me more." With a wave of his wand, Albus made sure that they would not be heard. The young man looked at his wand motion in wonder, as if he could see something that he himself could not. He decided to focus on the more pressing matters.
"From what I gathered; they're items that belonged to the Founders." He seemed to think for a second. "You have the Founders here too? Gryffindor, Slytherin, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw?"
He nodded and motioned for him to keep going.
"Well, there was a cup, a locket and a diadem. I'm not sure which one belongs to which Founder though. It was too fuzzy for me to get more details than that."
Albus inwardly rejoiced, and almost let out a small victory cry but managed to contain himself in the last second. At the same time, he was sad and disgusted that Tom made at least five Horcruxes.
"And…" It seemed that the boy was not done yet. "There was one that had something to do with his family, but I couldn't get anything more than that, sorry." Harry's head dropped, in shame.
"You have exceeded my expectations, do not put yourself down like that." Albus thought for a second about what to say next. "From what I know, the items used are, Slytherin's locket, Hufflepuff's cup and Ravenclaw's diadem."
"The issue is that two of them are supposed to be missing for almost two centuries. The only one that has some traceability is the Hufflepuff." Suddenly Albus remembered something that happened in the beginning of the seventies. The day he received an application for the D.A.D.A. teaching position. The same year this same teaching position got cursed.
All of a sudden, Albus' anger rose to its pinnacle.
He dared. At Hogwarts.
He almost let go of himself. Thankfully the young Potter seemed to have noticed that something was wrong and started to call for him loudly.
"I apologise, my boy, I remembered something unpleasant. And at the same time I think I found out about the location of one of them."
Harry's ears perked up.
"Really? Where is it? When are we going?"
"If my guess is correct, it's somewhere in Hogwarts. As for when we are going, for my part I'll depart immediately. And you will wait for another month." Before James' look-alike could object, Albus kept going. "I will not destroy it yet. Since we know he is now back, it is best we do not risk anything since he could feel that we are destroying them and changing their locations. For now, our best weapon against him is the fact that we know about his Horcruxes, knowing him as well as I do, he would not even imagine that someone knows about them. We need to keep it that way until the last moment."
The teenager nodded solemnly.
"I will not keep you any longer from having fun, I will try my best finding out everything I can about them. I thank you once again for your help. I can not begin to understand how hard it is for you to endure it every night, and I am sorry that I can not help you with it."
"It's alright Professor, I can manage." His face was still unreadable, but not like Tom was when he was younger. Harry's face was just neutral, not cold or mean.
"Then I will see you in September for your sorting."
"My sorting?"
Albus immediately apparated into his office with a smile on his face. The face Harry made (which Albus only saw briefly before vanishing) was priceless.
"What a great day." He said to himself.
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