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Guest: Thank you! So glad that you enjoy it. There are many truths to Ymir to be revealed soon, especially if the manga goes how I think it will.

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Disclaimer- Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling and Shingeki no Kyojin/Attack on Titan is owned by Hajime Isayama. I own nothing.

A/N: Also, sorry for the delay on this chapter, I really did want to get this out much sooner but as I was working on this fic, I was also simultaneously writing my own original work that I hope to get published sometime this year. I'm still working on that alongside this story but if chapter updates are sporadic, that is the reason why.

Chapter 10: Discovery

The prospect of becoming invisible was certainly an exciting one. Harry would no longer have to worry about running into Filch for another unpleasant encounter in the corridors, or even bother with some of the rather uncomfortable stares that he garnered whenever he would walk down a hall to one of his classes; and, most importantly, it granted him a free pass right to the restricted section of the library. What Madam Pince didn't know certainly wouldn't hurt her. One berating was enough for him, he didn't need to be reminded of Privet Drive while he was here and certainly not on what could be a pleasant holiday.

It seemed that the one downside that came with owning an invisibility cloak was that he had opened it in front of someone else. That person being his red-headed dormmate.

"An invisibility cloak!" Ron's eyes shimmered in amazement as Harry tried to fold up the watery fabric as best he could. "Who sent that to you?! They're supposed to be super rare."

"No idea," Harry truthfully said, shaking his head. "The note just said that it belonged to my dad and that it's time that I got it back."

"Wicked!" Ron offered what he believed to be a fitting reply. "What are we going to use it for?"

'Eh?'

""We?"" Harry repeated what Ron had just said. "What are you talking about?"

"Well, I saw you open it up, didn't I?" Ron offered up a rhetorical question. "Besides, we get along fine, don't we?" Harry's lack of response was enough for the other Gryffindor boy to continue his train of thought.

"Think about it, Fred and George are basically legends around the castle for all the pranks that they've pulled over the years, but even they've gotten caught a fair share of times. If they had something like this, they would've gotten away every single time, hands down! I reckon we could give them a run for their sickles with that on our side. We could even give Mrs. Norris a right good kick whenever she stalks the halls; maybe even Snape, too."

'Well, he certainly is forward with his intentions,' his confidant hardly seemed amused by the younger Weasley boy's motivations.

Yeah, Harry agreed. Too bad that they're completely different from what I want.

"Yeah, probably - but I'm not going to use this cloak for pranking people or anything like that," Harry told him. Ron's bright and optimistic face crumbled away with each of Harry's words.

"C'mon! Why not?!" he then argued. "What's the point of even owning an invisibility cloak if you're not going to do anything with it?"

"I never said that I wasn't going to use it!" Harry defended his stance. "Just because I don't plan on messing with people doesn't mean I'm not going to do something with it."

"Oh yeah, like what?" Ron folded his arms, waiting to see what Harry's response would be about that.

Feeling no need to tell a lie, Harry replied with, "Getting Into the Restricted section, for one."

The ginger clearly hadn't been expecting his answer to be pertaining to something of that caliber. "The Restricted Section? What's in there?"

"No idea, really," Harry told the truth once again. "I just think that a book I might need may be in there and I want to see for myself."

The other Gryffindor still didn't seem to fully comprehend. "You want to use one of the most rare items in the magical world to sneak into the library to go and read some books? Blimey! You're becoming like that Hermione girl."

"Not exactly," Harry didn't really care about that for now. For right now, he just wanted to make sure Ron would keep quiet about this new gift that he had anonymously received for the holiday.

"You're not going to go around telling anyone about this, are you?" Harry tried to keep calm but also heavily stern. He probably failed, but he still tried.

Ron held up his hands. "Of course not! I'm not a killjoy. The only kind of snitch I'll ever think is a good one is the kind used in Quidditch. And if you change your mind, let me know. If I pester Fred enough he might tell me how to get into the kitchens for some late-night food."

Well that was certainly a comforting thought that Ron wasn't about to go and rat him out for what he had planned.

"By the way, what's your favorite Quidditch team?" Ron then asked. "Mine's the Chudley Cannons. They get a lot of bad press because they aren't the flashiest, but I've always liked them."

"Uh, I don't think I really have one. Sorry." From what Harry had observed about Ron during his stay so far was that the red-head had a few key topics that always seemed to dominate his mind, being: food, chess, Quidditch, and hating Slytherins.

He was grateful that the last one wasn't the topic of choice now.

"What?! You don't have a team?" Ron appeared scandalized. "How's that even possible? I mean, you at least keep up with the school teams, right?"

"I've heard about the matches, but I haven't gone to one." Ron didn't seem that he was able to process what he was hearing.

"Then what do you even do in your free time when there's a game going on?" The other Gryffindor demanded an explanation.

"Mainly write some letters to a friend of mine to keep in touch," Harry told an easy half-truth. As exhilarating as that first flying lesson had been, Harry didn't see himself as being the equivalent of a jock or sports fanatic. Learning more and trying to piece together the mystery that was Paradis Island was what held his attention for now.

Although, he wondered if he made up a fake Quidditch team from that elusive island and named it the Titans if Ron would buy that and leave him in peace. Probably not if he was as big a fan as he sounded.

"Oh, well, that's neat - I guess," Ron seemed to accept that answer, as boring as it was. That expression didn't last for too long as Ron's demeanor lit up to be brighter than his flaming head of hair.

"Say, Harry."

"Yeah?"

"Seeing as you don't seem to know too much about Quidditch, how do you reckon coming over to my house sometime over the summer, huh?"

A puzzled expression pieced itself together on Harry's face. "Over to our house?" Ron's expression almost seemed hurt by the way he had phrased it.

"I mean, it isn't much, but it is home. I'm sure my mum and dad wouldn't mind at all. She wouldn't have made you a sweater if she didn't want to meet you. Besides, Fred or George could lend you one of their brooms to practice flying on since we're out in the country no one would see us."

"Wow, er, that's really nice of you to offer, Ron." Harry awkwardly scratched the back of his messy hair. "But that friend that I've been writing too has already invited me to go and spend the summer holiday with them. And, I've already agreed to go."

Ron's expression had dropped back down once again. "Oh. Well, that's good to hear. I hope that you have fun."

Harry nodded and looked away as Ron helped himself to some leftover cookies placed above the roaring fireplace.

'You really want to visit Paradis that badly, don't you.' Her calmingly familiar voice helped him feel less embarrassed by refusing the offer.

Of course, I told you that I did, Harry reaffirmed. I wouldn't be going back to sneak into the library tonight if I wasn't.

'I know that. But, in the chance that you didn't want to go through all the trouble, would you have said yes to him just now?'

No one aside from the two of you ever really invited me to someone else's house to stay at. Even if I don't know Ron that well and think that he might be totally biased about some things, but his brothers seem pretty funny every time I've seen them, and his mother was nice enough to make me a gift without ever meeting me before. So, I probably would have said yes.

'I see. Regardless, I am flattered that you decided to choose a more difficult task than what was easy and available. That's pretty admirable if you ask me.'

You're just saying that because you're there, Harry jested at her.

'Eh. Maybe a little.' Even if it seemed selfish, it was fine by him.

Oh! I almost forgot, Merry Christmas, Ymir!

'Eh? Oh, the holiday. Er, Merry Christmas to you, too, then.'

You sound a little confused, Harry noticed. Do you not celebrate, or something?

'No, I can't say that we do. We have Queen's Day, a Grand Harvest, and a day for the end of the war, but not Christmas. But don't worry too much about that.'

Why do you say that?

'Because if you do find a way to Paradis, I'd say that'd be reason enough to celebrate.'

Don't sound too excited. You haven't even met me in person yet. I could be lousy in a real conversation.

'So could I. If that's the case we could just stare at each other while using our minds instead.'

Sounds like a deal. He smiled. Anyone passing by would think we're in a staring contest or something.

'Heh! Well, stranger things have happened.'

When Harry went to the library later that day, he did not go in with the intention of sneaking into the alluring Restricted Section. Instead, he just went as a normal student in search of a few books. He noticed Madam Pince following him with her eyes when he entered, no doubt he was still on thin ice with her from the last time he had been in here. He wouldn't dare try sneaking into the Restricted Section with Madam Pince on the watch, even if he did have an invisibility cloak. If he somehow got caught, he doubted the professors would be as lenient with him keeping his cloak as they were with him having two wands.

'Surveying the place out before you try sneaking in?' she jokingly asked.

Sort of, Harry didn't deny. But I'm more focused on the genealogy section. I meant to check it out before Madam Pince kicked me out. I wanted to see if there was anything in my father's line about maybe having some foreign blood. Maybe that would explain where that bit of Eldian comes in like you mentioned before.

'Hmm,' she hummed in contemplative understanding.

Walking past the lines of shelves, Harry found the section he wanted and found the magical lineage labeled L-P. He brought it over to a table and started flipping through until he stumbled across the P section.

Although, he did skim through some of the M section, easily spotting the Malfoy name there as being one of the longest running family lines. From the looks of it, nothing but full wizard marriages as far back as it could trace. It seemed that Malfoy's pompous claims did hold true. Of course, it looked like there was a fair bit of inbreeding that happened between cousins of that family generations back. Useful information in case he ever had to hold something over the blonde ponce's head later on. He carried on to the P's.

There were names like Parkinson, Patil, Peverell, and then Potter. The book must have needed a new addition since it ended with his father James and his marriage to Lily Evans. He even got names for his father's parents, Fleamont and Euphemia Potter. There was even mention to having someone named Dorea Black marrying into the line a few generations back. At the top of the page was a brief description of the family history.

The Potter family is a very old one. Potter is a fairly common Muggle surname, and the family did not make it to so-called Sacred Twenty-Eight for this reason; the anonymous compiler of that supposedly definitive list of pure-bloods suspected that they had sprung from what was considered to be tainted blood.

For as unflattering as that last statement was, Harry would have thought it would have been an indication of an Eldian reference had it not been for the word Muggle.

'So the Potter family was pure-blood but was excluded because people without magic had the same last name?' she read through his eyes. 'Haven't they ever heard of a coincidence?'

Guess not. But do you know what is?

'What?'

Apparently being sorted into Gryffindor. It says that a vast majority of Potters were sorted into there during their time at Hogwarts.

'Yeah, but you chose to be put there before you even knew about this.'

Exactly. That's what makes it a coincidence.

'Uh, sure. Fair enough.'

Harry focused back on the book and went further and further back, reading the description for each Potter and their respective spouse, hoping for a reference to some sort of foreign marriage or something.

I could be sitting here reading until nightfall! Harry mentally complained as he filled through more pages for the extensive Potter family tree.

'Dead ends?' she correctly guessed.

More ends than I can count, more like it, Harry felt his eyes begin to strain from their excessive movement. The further I go, the more people there are to check and now apparently it says that the Potter family even came about from somewhere along the Peverell line from someone named Ignotus.

'That does seem unfortunate,' she sounded sincerely unsurprised with his lack of results thus far. He flipped all the way back to the Peverell pages.

Ignotus Peverell was widely believed by many wizards to be the source of legend for the Tale of Three Brothers, a popular story of eluding Death. The Peverell name was among one of the first to go extinct in the male line.

Harry mindlessly flipped through some more pages of Nature's Nobility: A Wizarding Genealogy, not knowing to look more into the Peverell line or go back to some of the Potter ones.

I don't suppose there are any names of significance from Paradis I can try to find? Harry doubtfully hoped.

'Magically significant - I wouldn't bother,' she affirmed. 'Biggest names of significance related to Paradis would be Fritz, Reiss, or Yeager; not necessarily in that order.'

Huh. Good to know, I guess. If Eren Yeager is one of those Titan Shifters, it'd make sense he'd be well known.

'Indeed. His brother made quite the reputation for himself as well, but not with the same connotations.'

His brother?

'Er, half-brother. Same dad, different mom, and born ten years apart,' she explained. 'Zeke is his name. He's another holder of a Titan ability - the Beast, to be exact.'

Wait, isn't that the one you wanted to throw dung at Dudley? he smiled in hindsight at the first words she ever spoke to him.

'The Beast is the physically strongest aside from the Colossal and Zeke loved throwing fast pitches.'

So, then what can some of these other Titans-?

"Is that you, Harry?" a semi-familiar voice asked him from behind.

Turning around in his seat, Harry saw it was a blond girl with yellow trimmings along her robe. "Yeah. It's me, Hannah."

"I didn't think that you'd be staying for the holidays." She sounded surprised.

"There's only one place I'd rather be, but that isn't until later," Harry said. "You didn't go home?"

She shook her head. "No. I'd like to, but I wanted the full Hogwarts experience the first year. Besides, when you're a half-blood, things can get a little tense sometimes when both sides of the family get together."

At her words, Harry spared a passing thought about the Dursley's and what they were most likely upto right about now. Uncle Vernon and Dudley were likely both stuffing their faces with homemade snacks while Aunt Petunia worked on the holiday ham. Dudley would have gotten a number of presents to dwarf his birthday ones and Uncle Vernon's sister, Marge, was probably visiting as well, no doubt with one of her numerous dogs, letting the canine drink from her glass of brandy.

"Sounds about right to me," Harry agreed.

"Oh. You have muggle relatives?" she curiously asked. "What are they like?"

"As muggle as muggle can be," Harry left it at that, not wanting to talk about the Dursleys at all.

"I see," she nodded in simple understanding. "Anyway, mind if I join you for a bit? I'd feel weird if I was just sitting by myself."

Harry didn't mind and let her sit across from him. "So what were you doing in the library?" he asked.

"It'll probably sound stupid, but I actually wanted to get a head start on the potions essay Professor Snape gave us before the break. But, I guess that's just what you do when you're in the house of the hard-working."

"Doesn't sound so stupid," Harry could see the logic. "How does he treat Hufflepuffs?" It would be interesting to see what light she could shed on the potions master.

"Not as bad as he does you Gryffindors, and certainly not as nice as his Slytherins. He can be pretty intimidating when he wants to but he really doesn't go too out of his way to bully anyone in my house or Ravenclaw, not like he does for you."

"Is it that well known?" he wouldn't be surprised if it was, but some privacy every now and again in his life would be nice.

"Pavarti does talk with her sister Padma and so on," Hannah explained. "You and Neville don't deserve to be talked to like that. Neville really is such a nice boy, too. His grandmother will probably invite my parents over during the holiday."

"I think he even mentioned that he'd talk to her about getting a new wand," Harry recalled. "As nice as he is, it isn't doing him any favors when it comes to performing spells."

"I guess," she bashfully admitted. "Professor Sprout certainly enjoys having him in class, though."

Harry nodded along.

"What book do you have there?" she then asked.

"Eh? Oh, this. I was just looking through my family tree. I just wanted to see what I could learn about my lineage through here since… well, yeah."

Her expression softened severely. "I'm sorry. I should have known. My parents probably knew yours from during the war. If you'd like, I could write them with any questions you might have."

"That's nice of you, Hannah, but I think I might be closer to finding what I'm looking for." His foot brushed against his school bag where he had stuffed his new invisibility cloak.

After tonight, he hoped to be on the right track.

Once night had fallen and the sound of Ron's snores let him know for certain that the other boy was indeed asleep, Harry decided to make his move.

He tossed the covers off of himself, slipped on a pair of shoes that he thought would be quiet enough and unfolded the watery silk of the invisibility cloak. Putting it on completely, Harry was still surprised by just how light the cloak actually was. It was large on him, for sure, but felt that he was still just in his regular nightwear without any hindrance whatsoever.

Creeping down into the common room, Harry opened the portrait.

"Hm? Who's there?" the Fat Lady asked as she felt her portrait move.

Harry didn't answer as he snuck out, letting her close on her own.

Whilst making his way to the fourth floor library, he encountered nothing, not even Peeves the Poltergeist. The suits of armor and various portraits along the walls all seemed to be sleeping. If they heard the sounds of his feet, they would wake up and see nothing and fall right back to sleep.

The library held an entirely different appeal without the watchful glare of the head librarian, but her stare seemed to transcend distance to give a still ominous feeling to the vast room. But there, at the far end of the room lay his destination: the Restricted Section.

'You don't suppose there are any sort of jinxes, do you?' A question he hadn't wanted to think about.

I figured Madam Pince would be more than enough, Harry attempted to lighten the mood a bit. Either way, I suppose I'm about to find out.

Taking a deep breath and quickly stepping forward without a sound, Harry crossed the threshold into the library's forbidden trove.

Nothing happened.

There was no alarm, he wasn't magically frozen in place, nothing. He had made it.

That answers that question, I suppose. Now, it was time for an answer to an even bigger question: How to find Paradis Island.

He began walking along the shelves of books, reading the titles for anything pertaining to magical geography, forbidden lands, or even anything that might relate to Titans or people who could shift into them. So far, he was seeing nothing as far as any of those went. This section as well as several adjacent ones all seemed to be strictly dedicated to the use and practice of advanced dark magic.

There were books about several of the deadliest spells known to wizards, the effects and abuse of runic rituals, books containing spells that would never be taught in any class at Hogwarts - although, if Snape got Quirrell's job, but Harry didn't think the Slytherin Head would even take it that far.

You know, with some of these books, I don't really think it's too much of a surprise that some wizards ended up turning dark after they graduated. He understood that Hogwarts was supposed to have an impressive library, but some of these just seemed far too extreme. The school was lucky he wasn't interested in any of those books.

'Agreed. But who knows, isn't it important not to judge a book by the cover?'

Harry pulled one off the shelf with a fleshy leather cover of multiple people writhing in pain.

'Alright, maybe that saying doesn't hold true here.'

He kept on wandering until he thought he saw something that caught his eye. It was a book titled: Forbidden Monsters of Forbidden Lands.

It wasn't much to go off of, but it was still the closest thing that might pertain to Titans that didn't seem to have to deal with dark magic. He pulled it off the shelf and unclasped the latch keeping it shut tight.

When Harry opened it, he hadn't expected the book to suddenly start to shout a blood curdling scream that echoed all throughout the empty library.

Harry almost dropped the thing as he fought the urge to cover his ears. He quickly shut the book as it fought to continue to unleash its ungodly scream. Clasping it shut, Harry hurriedly stuffed it back on the shelf where it belonged.

Maybe there were enchantments here after all. A charm that would yell when it sensed someone wasn't supposed to be in that section. Not a bad idea, just bad that he had fallen victim to it.

He didn't have time to ponder on that as he heard a series of footsteps running and echoing throughout the empty library.

"Who's there?!" he heard Filch's frantic tone yell out. "Come out and show yourself!"

Harry secured the invisibility cloak further onto his body as he quickly, and quietly, as he could made a dash for the exit.

He saw Filch run past him with his lantern held high, his pale eyes wide with frantic glee as Mrs. Norris trailed after him. Neither of them could see him, but that didn't mean that they couldn't hear him.

With long, but patient strides, Harry quickly made his way to the exit of the library and went into a mad dash when he thought that the coast was clear. He tried his best to think of the shortest way back to Gryffindor Tower, but a suit of armor moved aside and Filch came darting out of it along with his faithful cat. They must have realized that whoever was in the library had left and had taken a shortcut to head them off.

Harry backed himself against a wall as Filch wildly swung his lantern around, not picking up the trace of the invisible boy at all. The caretaker was so close to him that Harry could smell the man's stink wavering off his body and he swore Mrs. Norris almost brushed right against his leg.

To make matters worse, someone else was approaching from down the corridor.

"What seems to be the problem, Filch?" the cool, drawling tone carried over. Aside from Filch, it was the absolute last person Harry would want to get caught by.

"Professor," Filch straightened. "There was a disturbance in the library - in the Restricted Section. We've got a student out of bed!"

"So it would seem," Snape's drawl was dripping with nostalgic pessimism. "Did you see anyone?"

"No. Little bugger must've slipped past me in the dark."

"Hmm. An unseen perpetrator. Very well, head down and check the kitchens and dungeons, I'll head up to the towers."

With both men departing, Harry took his leave as well, heading down one corridor and then another before heading down one with a door that was left ajar. He headed for it and shut himself in. It wasn't the way back to Gryffindor Tower, but it could serve as a good place for him to catch his breath before heading back. He would be sure to avoid the secret passageways as Filch and Snape were sure to be checking those.

Looking at the vacant classroom, Harry saw that the chairs and desks had all been moved out to make space for a very large mirror.

He stepped closer to it, reading the inscription above the glass.

Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on woshi.

Was that some sort of riddle or something?

'What's that say?' Ymir was equally confused as he was.

Dunno. It just looks like jibberish. Why write that above a mirror that… wait-,

He had shed the invisibility cloak when he had walked in, but looking into the mirror now, he saw that he was not alone in the room right now. Two other figures were moving to stand next to him. They appeared blurry at first, but began to take on a more solid structure the closer they got.

They were standing right beside him.

Harry whipped around, trying to come up with an excuse as to why he was out of bed at night, but he halted in that action.

There was nobody behind him. Aside from his mental companion, he was utterly alone right now.

He turned back to look in the mirror and saw that those two figures, a man and a woman were right there on either side of him. He moved his arms out to the side, watching his mirror counterpart do the same, thinking that he might be able to touch them.

And he felt nothing put empty air through his fingers.

These two people, they weren't invisible, they weren't there with him at all. They were just… some illusion. Yes. That was it, that had to be it.

Yet, the more he looked at the faces of the man and woman, he was able to see some very key details in them.

The man had unruly black hair with a pair of glasses and the woman had warm, red hair to match the warmly sorrowful smile on her face. But the warmth of her smile did not meet her eyes. Eyes that were a vibrant shade of emerald green.

Wait. Were these…

Ymir, are you seeing this? The two people right there.

'I don't just see two people.'

Not counting me, I mean. The redhead and the man with glasses. You see them, too, don't you? If she could… if she could then what did that mean?

'Sorry. I don't see either of them.'

There! Right there! Harry stepped closer to the mirror, glancing up at the inscription.

The word, erised, it was desire.

This mirror, it was showing him what he wanted. Those two people standing next to him he knew who they were now. The reason why they seemed so out of focus was because he had no idea how to picture them in his head.

But he did now. He knew what they now looked like. He had wanted to see his parents - his family, and now he had!

He stepped back and smiled into the mirror as other figures began to appear as well. He… he didn't recognize the three that stepped forward.

These new figures seemed to be much clearer than James and Lily were to him as they moved to take a place beside the Potters. The first was a rather short and petite woman with golden blonde hair and hauntingly royal blue eyes that were filled with optimistic sadness. Harry thought she could have been a princess or something with how pretty she was.

The other was a tall and lithe man draped with a dark hooded long coat with basic clothing underneath. His dark hair fell to his shoulders but could have been tied behind him given the length. His expression seemed to be far off in some distant thought, but the subdued ferocity of his eyes kept him focused on the present. He was a man Harry had seen only from dreams and hidden memories. And then there was the third.

She was a young girl of his age with blonde hair that fell almost to her shoulders and very vibrant eyes.

Are you… are you seeing this now? He asked.

'Yes. This time I'm seeing exactly what you do.' Her voice sounded in his head, but the girl's mouth moved out of sync in the mirror. There was no mistaking who this was.

It might not have been in person, but he was looking at Ymir.

Was his desire to see her that great that it was equal to wanting to see his own parents? Clearly, it must have been. And not only that, but he was also looking at what he assumed to be her parents as well. It was nice, to be sure, but the desire to meet them wasn't as great as the other two.

So much for getting to see you in person first, Harry absentmindedly thought, knowing of her expressed desire beforehand.

'What's done is done, I suppose,' her voice spoke in his head but was delayed when she opened her mouth in the mirror. 'If it was worthy of being a great desire of yours, I can say I feel the same.'

You see me, too? Harry asked. You said you couldn't see my parents, you just see me and yours?

'Sort of.' She paused. She was hesitant to speak aloud about what came next. 'I see myself reunited with my brother, my other half.'

Brother? Was that how she saw him? Look, I don't want to hurt your feelings, but I'm not-,

He stopped as he took a good look at the image of his friend in the mirror. Her vibrant eyes bore right into his own. She had the same shade of eyes as her father. The man had the same exact shade as Harry's own.

W-what-? What does that…?

The figures of James and Lily began to fade until they were but mere shadows blending in with the dark room around him. The other three remained.

I-I, I don't understand… Where had his parents gone? They were what he wanted more than anything.

James and Lily did not reappear.

The blonde woman with the haunting eyes seemed to reach out a hand toward him. From where the reflection touched him, he could almost picture her tender caress.

I don't understand. Ymir! I don't understand! What is this? Are you doing this?

'I do understand. And so do you; you just don't want to.'

Ymir! If this is some trick-!

'No trick, just your desire.'

I don't-!

'Yes. You do. This is why I was afraid to tell you everything, this is where you get your Eldian blood from. That desire to see your parents, it is all here laid bare. Deep down, you want the same thing as I do, for you to finally come home.'

A/N: Thank you for reading. Next chapter: After an unsettling experience with the Mirror of Erised, Harry begins to question his own past and who exactly he is. The question remains; is it a story he wants to unravel? Chapter 11: The Forgotten Prince.