Hey, Everyone! I'm back after two months! Apologies for that... In these 2 months, I have been beaten down, physically and emotionally, and it has been a bit of a difficult period, sprayed with goodness here and there. Just stuff in life, yeah?😅
The previous chapter was one of the big chapters in this entire story and also had one of those moments that hit me harder than I thought it would. John and Jane, along with Daisy, are the crown jewel original characters that drive my entire story, and to lose the second of these three was... not pretty! For all the Jane fans, thanks for your comments and thoughts. This was the last we will see of John and Jane, the "twins" in this story!
I wanted to address one other small thing, the "Chamber of Secrets". Long back, I had this thought that I wanted to explore the Chamber. The previous chapter had an abridged version of what I had in my head. Maybe there is a future out there where I will delve deeper into it. 😊
Enough of all this intro... Here is Chapter 117, enjoy!
"Mr Weasley," called White, grabbing the attention of everyone at the table.
Ron glanced away and his eyes met with White. "Professor?" he remarked. "What happened?" he asked, curiously.
It was late in the evening, and the classes had just finished an hour back. The mood around Hogwarts was better than it had been recently, thanks to Christmas. The holidays were just a few days away, and the holiday spirit was keeping everyone's morale up.
"May I have a word with you?" asked White. "It is important," he added.
Ron was seated alongside Hermione, Colin, Daphne, Luna, Seamus, Dean, Draco and Neville. They were right in the middle of their dinner. As everyone glanced at each other, a little confused and worried, Ron got up from his seat.
White and Ron walked away from the group and went straight to White's office.
"What happened, Professor?" asked Ron, worried, the moment the office doors were closed.
"Don't worry, Mr Weasley," began White. "There is something I wanted to discuss with you," he remarked.
Ron stared at him, intrigued, and sat down opposite him.
"This would come as a shock to you, but I have been in contact with Jane Smith," announced White.
"What?" gasped Ron, shocked.
"For some time now," continued White. "Harry is fine, she hasn't hurt him, yet," he added.
"What do you mean?" asked Ron. "Are you helping her to stay hidden? How can you be so... I don't believe this," he remarked, angrily.
"I was able to find Miss Smith right after the incident at 12, Grimmauld Place," began White. "I'm sure this you would have thought about it... Harry was not alone when he paid Kreacher a visit," he announced. "Miss Smith was with him, hiding using the invisibility cloak. And I'm pretty sure she was controlling Harry," he remarked, glancing at Ron, giving him a troubled look.
"Imperius curse," gasped Ron, shocked.
"Maybe that... or some other way," replied White.
"Oh my God!" sighed Ron, speechless.
"Well, we have some good news," said White. "Miss Smith plans to break into Hogwarts next," he announced.
"What?" gasped Ron, shocked. "What does she want here?" he asked.
"That, I haven't been able to find out. But I suspect she will use Harry to get inside," replied White.
Ron stared at White in silence.
After a couple of moments, White spoke up. "I have assured Miss Smith that no harm will come to her," he said and watched Ron's expression instantly turn into a mixture of extreme emotions. "Are you ready, Mr Weasley?" he asked, quickly.
Ron's expression, once again, turned quickly. "You are playing her," he remarked, smiling. "What do you need me to do?" he asked.
White pointed his wand back to Harry and flicked his wrist. Instantly, Harry's binds disappeared.
Harry leapt at Jane's body and tried to wake her up. "Jane, are you alright?" he exclaimed. "Jane, please wake up," he muttered, hastily.
Meanwhile, Ron had a bright smile on his face. He sprinted towards Harry and jumped into him.
"Harry, you are back," he exclaimed, happily, hugging him from behind tightly. "Are you alright? Did she hurt you?" he asked, excitedly. But to his shock, Harry shrugged Ron away, in shock more than in anger.
"No, this is not real," wailed Harry. "Ron," he exclaimed and glanced at him with tears in his eyes. "What did you do, Ron?" he wailed, crying. "How can you do this? She is... she is... Oh, no!" he gasped, breathlessly, as he clutched his head, in shock.
"Harry... I thought you would be happy," sighed Ron, the smile and happiness fading away from his face.
Slowly, the students standing beside White made their way towards Harry. Colin was the first one to hug Harry, and one by one, Neville, Draco, Seamus and Dean joined in on the group hug.
"How could you do this, Ron? She was your... Why did you..." Harry's voice trailed off into a mourning sob.
"Move away, everyone... I need to take Harry to the infirmary," exclaimed White. "Mr Longbottom and Mr Malfoy, go and inform the Headmistress," he commanded. "Others, go back to your dormitories," he added. "Mr Weasley, you can stay," he finished.
The group dispersed immediately, leaving Ron, Harry and White alone.
"Come on, let's go, Mr Potter," exclaimed White. Harry refused to move, however, with Ron's help, Harry was taken to the infirmary.
"Poppy," called White.
Madam Pomfrey rushed to the entrance. "Harry?" she exclaimed, shocked. "Oh my God! What happened to him?" she asked, helping Harry to a bed. "This is why you asked me to stay up?" she asked, looking at White.
White just nodded briefly at Madam Pomfrey and took her aside, to inform her of the spells he had used, and to also instruct her on the possible damage Harry could have.
Harry, meanwhile, was sitting on the bed, staring into nothingness, the shock of Jane's death putting him in a muted state.
"Harry," called Ron as he calmly sat down beside him. "You will be fine, you are back to us," he whispered.
"No... You shouldn't have..." retorted Harry, in a whisper, but couldn't finish his sentence.
"You will be fine," repeated Ron, confidently. He took out his watch and stared at the dials, Harry's was pointing at Safe, whereas Jane's dial had withered away. Smiling, he kept the watch back in his pocket.
Just then, there were sounds of footsteps. Hermione entered the infirmary, looking a little confused and disoriented. "What's going on..." she began and paused the moment her eyes fell on Harry. "Oh... Harry," she gasped, shocked.
Harry turned his head right at that moment and his eyes fell on Hermione. And immediately, tears started streaming down his cheeks.
Hermione, stepped slowly towards Harry, in shock. "You are back," she gasped. "They were saying something in the dormitory... But I didn't quite understand..." she rambled, confused. "But, you are back," she remarked, smiling happily. Hermione hugged Harry immediately, however, Harry didn't return the hug.
Confused, Hermione released the hug and stared at him. "Harry... Why are you..." she began and paused. Just then, White and Madam Pomfrey came back. "What happened?" she asked, glancing back at Harry.
"Jane's dead..." muttered Harry, his voice barely audible.
"What?" retorted Hermione, shocked.
"Jane's dead, Hermione," announced Ron, excitedly. "We lay a trap for her... And she fell right into it," he added, happily.
"What?" gasped Hermione, turning her glance towards Ron. "Jane is dead?" she repeated, stunned.
"Yes... Our plan was perfect, and I delivered the final blow," replied Ron, grinning. However, once again, his grin was wiped out the moment he noticed the horror, this time on Hermione's face.
"Oh, no, Ron... What have you done?" gasped Hermione, bursting into tears.
"What is up with you two? Jane has ruined all our lives, and both of you are acting like she was some saint," remarked Ron, confused.
White was watching the scene unfurl, a little confused. He knew that Harry had grown close to Jane, but he started to realise that there was something else. He stared at Harry, pointedly, and Harry stared back at him.
Immediately, White turned to Madam Pomfrey. "Poppy, would you please give us some time?" he requested.
"Professor, I need to examine Harry immediately," argued Poppy.
"I'm sorry, Madam Pomfrey, but this is urgent," retorted White, strongly.
Madam Pomfrey gave White a disgusted look and walked out of her own infirmary. White pointed his wand at the door and slammed it shut. And he glanced back at Harry.
"What happened?" asked Ron, looking at White.
"Mr Potter... What is it that you are hiding from us?" he asked.
"You betrayed us... I trusted you and you betrayed us," exclaimed Harry loudly as he got up to his feet angrily.
"I did no such thing, Mr Potter," retorted White, strongly.
"Ron," began Harry and turned to his best friend. "Why did you kill Jane? Why would you do that?" he repeated, sobbing, as tears poured down his cheeks.
"I... She killed Dumbledore and countless more, Harry... And she kidnapped you, why would you side with her?" retorted Ron, perplexed. "I... don't understand," he added. "Why are you acting this way?" he asked.
"Because..." began Harry and gulped his words. Harry glanced at Hermione, speechlessly. Hermione glanced back at him, equally lost for words.
"Why are you two acting this way?" repeated Ron, a little more loudly.
"Harry, the truth... Now," exclaimed White, angrily.
"Because she is your daughter, Ron," replied Harry, wailing. "You just killed your daughter..." he added, as his voice went from high to low, instantly.
"What?" retorted Ron, confused.
"John and Jane are your kids... From the future," continued Harry.
"What are you talking about?" asked White, confused.
"Didn't anyone tell you?" asked Harry, looking at White. "I thought you knew," he added.
"Harry, what are you saying?" asked Ron, taken aback. He quickly glanced at Hermione. "Hermione... what is Harry saying?" he added.
Hermione put her arms around Ron but he shrugged it away, angrily. "Ron..." she began, sobbing. "I am, so sorry," she whimpered.
"I need to know... the truth... NOW," exclaimed Ron, angrily.
White was staring at Harry, a mixture of confusion and pain in his eyes.
"John and Jane are time travellers. They are your children," began Harry. "Yours and Daisy's children," he added, looking away, wiping his tears away.
"They travelled to the past... to protect Harry," continued Hermione.
"What?" retorted Ron. "Time travellers?" he repeated.
Hermione nodded helplessly.
"Since when have you known?" asked Ron.
"Harry's known since the end of 4th year..." replied Hermione and watched Ron's eyes widen even further, in shock. "And I have known since the end of 3rd year," she added, cautiously.
"3rd year?" asked Ron, stunned. "Why didn't you tell me? Why did you hide... something so... huge and important... from me?" he added, as his voice croaked.
"Who else knows?" asked White, blankly.
"Professor McGonagall knows everything... Professor Dumbledore knew too," replied Harry. "Sirius and Remus know the truth as well," he added. "And I'm certain Snape knows too," he finished.
"Wow," gasped Ron. "Basically, everyone knew... But me," he remarked, his teeth chattering. "What about Daisy? Did she lie to me too?" he asked, angrily.
"No, Daisy doesn't know," replied Harry. "I didn't tell her, for the same reason I didn't tell you," he added.
Suddenly, in the middle of an emotionally charged few minutes, there was complete silence.
Hermione had taken a seat beside Harry, White looked devastated standing in one corner of the room and Ron stood right in front of the beds, with a blank expression.
"Ron..." began Harry, finally breaking the silence. "I'm sorry," he blurted out. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier..." he muttered. But before he could complete his sentence, Ron had dived at him and struck him with his right fist.
Ron pulled no punches as he struck Harry a few times, with both his fists, alternatively, before anyone in the room could come to their senses.
"Ron, what are you doing?" exclaimed Hermione, alarmed, as she tried to come in between the boys.
Harry, taken aback by Ron's aggressiveness, tried hard to defend himself from his blows.
"How could you not tell me the truth, Harry?" yelled Ron, angrily as a wrestling match ensued between the two. "Move away, Hermione..." he exclaimed, pushing her to the side.
Hermione almost fell to the ground, going off balance on the bed.
"And why did you... have to... tell me now, huh?" exclaimed Ron, as he continued punching Harry, mindlessly. "Why do you never tell me anything? Why is it that I'm always the last to know?" he remarked, gritting his teeth.
After waiting for a couple of moments, White finally charged in and separated Ron away from Harry.
"Mr Weasley, enough..." exclaimed White, loudly.
"What have you made me do, Harry? Why couldn't you have told me the truth sooner?" wailed Ron, struggling to get away from White's grip. Ron fell to his knees as he burst into tears.
Just then, the door to the infirmary opened. "What is going on here?" thundered Headmistress McGonagall's voice and everyone went silent except for Ron, who was still on the ground sobbing.
"Professor?" exclaimed Harry, a mixture of emotions on his face.
"Harry..." sighed McGonagall, a little relieved as her eyes fell on him. "Are you alright, my dear?" she inquired.
Still, a few tears trickled down Harry's eyes. "Did you know, Professor?" he asked, despondently. "Did you know what was going to happen?" he added.
McGonagall stared back at him, helplessly. "I'm sorry, Harry," she apologised and hugged him. She released the hug a moment later and continued, "Madam Pomfrey will check up on you now, we will speak later," she remarked, a warm smile appearing on her face.
"Miss Granger, Mr Weasley... Both of you may stay if you wish to. But I strongly advise that both of you take rest," remarked McGonagall, glancing at the pair of them.
Ron immediately got up and stormed out of the room while Hermione sat back down beside Harry, a mournful look washing over her face.
"Professor White," exclaimed McGonagall, turning her attention towards him. "To my office, now," she commanded, glaring at him.
"You lied to me," roared McGonagall angrily as she flicked her wand at her door, slamming it shut simultaneously.
White's eyes were pointed to the ground beneath him.
"You told me that you planned to capture Miss Smith," exclaimed McGonagall. "What... were you thinking?" she added.
White, however, continued his silence.
"Mr Grindelwald..." shrieked McGonagall as she pointed her wand at him.
"Minerva..." murmured White, in a low tone.
"What?" retorted McGonagall, loudly. "Do you even understand what you have done?" she exclaimed.
"I'm sorry," lamented White, apologetically. "I had... no idea... that Miss Smith was... related to Mr Weasley," he choked out.
"And if Miss Smith was just another witch gone rogue... How would that make what you orchestrated any better?" yelled McGonagall. "You promised him that you had changed... Was that a lie too?" she added.
"Minerva, please!" pleaded White.
"Don't even begin with your excuses... There is absolutely nothing that could justify..." bellowed McGonagall, but came to a sudden halt. She stared at White and continued, "How do you know that Jane was related to the Weasleys?" she asked, a tremble in her voice.
"Mr Potter... just told us," replied White, his voice coming out as a whisper.
"Us?" retorted McGonagall.
"Mr Potter and Miss Granger just informed Mr Weasley and I about Miss Smith's... secret," replied White, cautiously.
"No!" groaned McGonagall. "Ron knows?" she asked. White nodded in response and McGonagall stumbled backwards to her chair.
"If I had known, I would have never had Mr Weasley do it," muttered White. "I... don't know... how I am going to look him in the eye anymore," he added, devastated.
"I warned you... I warned you to not drive him down this path," exclaimed McGonagall. "But you convinced me that it was necessary to win the war," she remarked, regretfully.
A silence lasted between the pair for a few seconds.
"What have you done?" groaned McGonagall, helplessly.
"I am truly sorry for what has happened, Minerva... I'll do everything to make this better... I..." apologised White, mournfully.
But before White could finish, McGonagall glared at White. "When all of this is over, I'll expect your resignation, Professor White," she exclaimed. After a moment's silence, "Is that clear, Professor?" she asked, loudly.
White stared at McGonagall, regretfully and finally, nodded in response and walked out of her office.
After a sleepless night, Harry woke up late the following morning, on the infirmary bed. The first thing his eyes fell on, the moment they opened, was Hermione's face, laser-focused on the book she was holding.
After a few moments, he spoke up.
"You haven't read a word, have you?" he asked, breaking the serene silence that had engulfed the room.
Hermione jerked her head towards Harry. After a moment, her eyes turned glazed. "How long have you been awake?" she asked, clearing her throat.
"Only a couple of minutes," replied Harry, smiling. "You didn't turn a single page," he chuckled.
Hermione stared at Harry. "How are you feeling now?" she asked, after a pause.
"All that happened yesterday feels like a nightmare..." sighed Harry. "I can't believe it was all real," he added.
Hermione got up from her seat. "Everyone is waiting for you in the common room," she muttered and walked out of the infirmary.
Harry stared at Hermione's back, confused. "Hermione, wait up..." he exclaimed, getting up.
Soon, Harry caught up with her. "Who is waiting for me?" he asked, hastily.
"You will see, Harry," replied Hermione, without turning her head towards him.
"Wait, Hermione..." exclaimed Harry, and a moment later, held Hermione's arm making her halt. "Why are you acting like... this?" he asked. "Are you mad at me or something?" he added.
"You have some explaining to do, Harry," replied Hermione, blankly and continued walking to the Gryffindor common room.
The couple made it to the common room in a few minutes. Unsurprisingly, on their route to the common room, Harry caught sight of a few students, and the only thing they did was stare back at him. It was pretty obvious that his appearance back in Hogwarts had spread across the school, if not beyond.
The moment Harry entered the common room, the moment the door opened, there was a sudden hushed silence.
For the first time, in all his Hogwarts life, Harry felt awkward entering his common room. All the eyes were on him. His eyes roamed throughout the room and sensed a mixture of confusion, hostility and shock written all over everyone's faces. Immediately, he felt a lack of words. He wasn't sure how he was supposed to react.
For the first couple of minutes, all there was inside the room was an awkward silence. Hermione had walked ahead towards the group of students and took a seat at the far end of the room. Harry stood rooted at his spot, at the entrance.
Finally, the silence was broken by Colin. He was initially seated on the floor, beside Daphne, Luna and Neville. Beside them, Seamus, Dean, Hannah and Ernie Macmillan were standing, leaning on the wall. A few other students were sitting on the other side of the room. Draco was sitting at the far end of the room and had just been joined by Hermione. Seemingly, he had just been chatting with Ron, who had left the common room moments earlier.
Colin got up to his feet and walked up to Harry. "Hey, Harry," he greeted. "How have you been?" he added, hugging him politely and with a brief smile.
"Hey, Colin," greeted back, Harry, gladly accepting the hug. "I am alright, how have you been?" he retorted.
"It hasn't been the same without you, Harry," smiled Colin in response as the boys released the hug. "Why are you standing here? Come on inside," he added, walked back to his spot and sat down.
Harry slowly walked inside the room, taking a slow glance at everyone. As he walked in, a few of them made room for him. Eventually, Harry found himself in the middle of the room, surrounded by the rest.
"Where's Ron?" asked Harry, as he sat down in the middle.
"He just went out, probably knew you were going to walk in," replied Seamus.
Harry nodded in response. It was just then his eyes fell on Luna and Daphne, holding hands. He gave them an intrigued glance before moving his eyes away.
"How come are you inside the Gryffindor common room?" asked Harry, glancing at Draco.
"Things have changed in Hogwarts, Harry," replied Draco. "No more houses," he added.
Harry stared at Draco, confused and a little taken aback. "Looks like a lot has changed," he muttered.
Silence fell in the room for a minute.
"How have your classes..." began Harry but got cut off by Seamus.
"Why is everyone silent all of a sudden? You all had questions for him, didn't you?" exclaimed Seamus, glancing throughout the room.
Harry went silent and stared around. He was already feeling a bit feverish.
"Did Jane have you under the Imperius curse all this time?" asked Neville.
Harry's glance turned towards him. "Imperius curse?" he retorted, surprised. "I was never under the Imperius, Neville," he replied.
Shocked whispers could be heard across the room.
"How were you in Grimmauld Place, then?" asked Seamus.
"I was there... of my own will," replied Harry. "I was there to get something... important," he added.
"What?" retorted Seamus, shocked. A lot more whispers could be heard across the room.
"What were you doing here last night?" asked Neville.
"Jane and I had something to retrieve from the... Room of Requirement," replied Harry.
"Jane and... But Jane had kidnapped you," remarked Neville, confused.
"Did Jane kidnap you, or did you go with her on your own?" asked Hermione, and silence fell inside the room. Everyone's eyes were now pointed at her.
"She kidnapped me, yes," replied Harry. "But, after a while, she offered me the chance to come back home. And I decided to continue with her," he added.
"What?" gasped Draco and many others along with him.
"How could you do this, Harry?" exclaimed Dean, shocked.
"She killed Dumbledore," exclaimed Seamus, angrily.
"She has done so many vile things, killed so many people," added Ernie.
"She is responsible for You-know-who becoming the Minister of Magic," added Seamus.
Harry stared at everyone helplessly.
"We spent so much time looking for you, Harry," remarked Daphne. "Do you have any idea how many people decided not to join forces with the Order, just because they thought you were gone... and not coming back?" she exclaimed, upset.
"I'm sorry, everyone," apologised Harry. "But you have to trust me when I tell you that I was doing something important with Jane..." he remarked.
"Trust you?" came a loud voice from behind Harry. He turned around and it was Ron. "After everything you have done, you want us to trust anything you say?" he exclaimed, angrily.
"Ron..." began Harry, upset.
"I don't want to hear another word..." retorted Ron. "Clear the room, everyone, don't you all have anything better to do?" he exclaimed, loudly.
At Ron's words, everyone started to walk out of the room, one by one. Harry got up and walked over to Ron, but before he could get close, Ron walked away.
Even Hermione got up from her seat and walked out of the common room. Fortunately, as Harry stared back at the room, there was still one person inside.
"Draco..." began Harry but his words trailed off.
"Welcome back, Potter," chuckled Draco as he walked over to him and patted his back.
"I feel terrible about all of this," muttered Harry.
"I'm sure you do, Harry," remarked Draco. "Most of us are just confused and not mad at you. Give it some time and you will feel better," he added.
"Jane told me this might happen, you know? I didn't actually believe her," remarked Harry.
"Jane," sighed Draco. "You and Hermione... both of you had this... bond with Jane, didn't you?" he remarked. "Why is that?" he asked.
"It is a long story..." replied Harry, sulking. After a pause, he spoke up, "I wanted to ask you something," he began.
"Yes?" responded Draco.
"What were all of you doing last night, outside the Room of Requirement?" asked Harry.
"Professor White told us that Jane might try to break into Hogwarts. He even knew that she would go straight to the Room of Requirement," replied Draco. "He wanted us to distract her so that we could capture her," he added.
"But... Why would Ron use the killing curse?" asked Harry, confused.
"He spoke to Ron separately... I suppose he had planned to use us as a distraction while Ron could attack her," replied Draco. "We... had no idea you would be there," he added.
Harry looked away in anger and disgust. "And all of you are fine with White using you? Lying to you? Killing Jane?" retorted Harry.
"Mate..." sighed Draco. "Look, none of us are thrilled about it. But, you can't tell us to not be happy about this," replied Draco. "You have no idea what all has happened here while you have been gone," he added and gave a brief smile. Finally, Draco walked out of the room leaving Harry alone.
"I don't recognize any of you," sighed Harry, stunned.
There was a knock on his door. White glanced up and muttered, "Yes, come in," putting on his stoic self.
Ron entered the office.
"Oh, Mr Weasley," remarked White, surprised. "I didn't quite expect you today," he added.
"It is our regular training time," replied Ron, blankly. "And today's the last day before the Holidays," he added.
"It is..." sighed White, staring at Ron. He had a blank expression on his face, and White knew that the expression hid a vast variety of thoughts, questions and emotions behind it. After a moment, he continued, "It is far too soon for us to continue, Mr Weasley," he said. "I'm, however, glad that you came today," he added, quickly.
Ron briefly nodded in response.
A silence lasted between the pair for a few seconds. "I apologise for everything that has happened, Mr Weasley," said White, breaking the silence. "If not for my... push... none of this would have happened," he remarked, apologetically.
"Professor," exclaimed Ron. "It is not your fault," he replied. "You were kept at an arm's length away from the truth, just as I was," he added.
"Nevertheless, Mr Weasley... I have made a big mistake and I will live with it," remarked White.
"I will have to live with what I have done too, Professor," retorted Ron, calmly.
"Have you spoken to Mr Potter?" asked White, cautiously.
"I don't ever want to see his face... ever again," retorted Ron, instantly. "If not for the circumstances around us..." he added, but let his words trail off.
"You are angry, Ron... And you deserve to be... But," began White but got cut off by Ron.
"I'm way past angry, Professor..." retorted Ron. "Thinking back to all the years Harry and I have been friends... He has never once treated me as a friend. He has always kept his secrets from me. Only when it is convenient, am I told the truth. This is not the first time he has done this," he exclaimed, angrily.
White stared at Ron, powerlessly.
"He is the friend I never had," spat Ron. "As far as I am concerned, Harry and I are done... I'll do whatever needs to be done to put an end to You-know-who... And that will be that," he remarked.
"I know a thing or two about lost friendships, Ron... Don't do something you will regret later," warned White, with a knowing look.
"Professor," exclaimed Ron. "I came here to train, are we training today?" he asked.
"No training today, Mr Weasley," replied White, returning to his stoic self. However, just as Ron turned around to leave the office, White spoke up. "There is something else," he said. White opened the drawer to his desk and took out a wand. He examined it for a moment, with a brief smirk on his face and handed it to Ron. "This is yours, Mr Weasley," he announced.
"Is this..." began Ron as he took the wand. Instantly, Ron felt something inside him.
"This belongs to you now, Mr Weasley," replied White. "And I cannot wait to see what extraordinary magic you will perform with it," he added.
"I cannot take the Elder wand, Professor... Not after..." replied Ron and gulped the rest of his words.
"I wish I could have given it to you under different circumstances. But this is where we find ourselves now, and you are the wand's rightful owner," remarked White.
"Why don't you keep it with yourself, for a while at least?" retorted Ron.
White chuckled in response. "This wand no longer belongs to me, Mr Weasley... I had my time, it is yours now," he remarked.
Ron nodded in response, and with the Elder wand, left Benjamin White's office.
PS - I hope you enjoyed this chapter, hopefully, the next one will be out by the end of the week... Ciao! ❤️