HP Dark Hero

?Potter and Albus Dumbledore bounced out of the Pensieve, landing on both feet.

Compared to the high spirits he had when he rushed to the headmaster's office with the memory of Slughorn earlier, Potter's face now only had a heaviness mixed with confusion.

"Professor Dumbledore, what the hell did Tom do?" Potter frowned bitterly. "I mean, that word...I heard it very clearly—'Horcrux'—"

"As Professor Slughorn explained in my memory just now...he is very correct. Horcruxes, Horcruxes..." Dumbledore paced around in a circle, his serious expression was somewhat sad, "as I least want Guess to believe... Tom did it anyway."

Dumbledore paused, and suddenly cast a complicated look at Potter. Potter looked back blankly, and subconsciously pulled his bangs to cover the scar on his forehead.

"No, no... I hope not," Dumbledore whispered.

"The situation sounds dire. What do you think we're going to face?" Potter asked calmly, suppressing his anxiety.

The last person sitting gracefully on the sofa in the principal's office put down his teacup at this time, and the teacup and saucer made a crisp knocking sound.

"Horcruxes—that's an extremely profound and evil black magic." The man said, looking at Dumbledore with interest, "Albus, I didn't expect that people who used this forbidden black magic would be in your house. Hogwarts, not Durmstrang."

"Professor Green." Potter nodded to the handsome middle-aged blond man, and Mr. Green shrugged back.

"That's a technique to cut the soul and keep away from death." Dumbledore sighed softly, "The master made the cut soul fragment into a Horcrux. As long as the Horcrux is not destroyed, that person will not die completely for a day. It is very evil , in the process of killing others. Not even the most powerful wizard will do anything with his own soul, and it is clear that Tom has put everything aside in order to live forever."

Potter's face was pale and serious.

"He escaped death? We'll never defeat Voldemort?—"

"It just makes it less easy to die. On a soul level, Tom Riddle was dead the moment he cut his soul." Dumbledore's wise blue eyes conveyed calm as he looked at Potter. "Harry, no one escapes death."

"But, Professor, if Voldemort needs to be destroyed to kill all the Horcruxes, how do we know how many Horcruxes he made?" Potter couldn't help asking.

"Harry, do you remember what we saw together just now?" Dumbledore guided. "think carefully."

Potter frowned thoughtfully.Dumbledore waited patiently for his answer.

"Tom asked...he said...yes!" Potter asked, horrified. "He said 'seven is a magic number'—he divided the soul into seven?!"

"Yes, I think so too." Dumbledore winked at Potter.

Potter's shoulders slumped again in an instant.

"We don't know which seven items he chose, and we're not even sure he didn't just throw them all over the world. Buried in the ground—in the water—under his pillow—" Potter said dryly.

Mr. Green, who was drinking tea leisurely, watched the two of them, and laughed a few times in amusement at the quick change in Potter's face.

"You forgot about his own piece. In fact, there should only be six of them, and you've destroyed one of them."

"Really? I mean, when?"

"In the second year, you bravely fought against the basilisk and saved the little princess of the Weasley family like a hero—" Potter blushed in embarrassment at Dumbledore's statement, "The diary at that time, I think it was his One of the Horcruxes."

"Tom..." Potter muttered to himself with mixed emotions, "no wonder there's his memory in that thing..."

"With Tom──Voldemort's personality, he might choose something very special or unique," Dumbledore thought. "It's just a guess. I suspect he would choose the items of the four founders—the crown, The gold cup, the sword, and the locket—" Dumbledore paused, suddenly revealed an expression of enlightenment, and exclaimed in a low voice, "──Oh. Oh!"

"Professor? What's wrong?" Potter asked in surprise.

Dumbledore blinked his twinkling blue eyes happily, "I realize that there may be nothing to worry about about the Horcruxes. We do have a strong and powerful alliance."

"Alliance?" Potter asked.

"Is that the 'alliance' who wrote me an extremely exaggerated and sensational letter in the code word of the connection between saints?" Mr. Green sipped his tea, "I'm also curious about his identity, Albus."

Dumbledore glanced at his arm, it was recovering well, only slightly darker.Mr. Green's right hand, which was also slightly darkened, was exposed at the cuff that had slipped slightly from picking up the teacup.

"What he said was not wrong, I was indeed dying at the time." Dumbledore replied softly.

Mr. Green snorted coldly.

Potter asked nervously, "Professor, are you better now?" He said, "When Mr. Green broke in during the Christmas holidays, your hand was already..." Thinking of Dumbledore's withered and black, as if scorched arm, Potter paused, and murmured in frustration, "I'm sorry, if it wasn't for me, you and him wouldn't—"

Dumbledore pressed Potter's shoulder firmly.

"It's not your fault, Harry," said Dumbledore. "I, Mr. Potter, and Severus, neither of us are angry or remorseful about it."

"I appreciate you and him."

Potter replied sincerely, ducking his head to avoid Dumbledore's piercing gaze.

"Severus is a good boy. He deserves respect, Harry. He has helped you a lot - I think you noticed, he risked his life to get your body back."

Potter responded vaguely.

Dumbledore was still watching Potter.

"...yes." Potter finally replied, with a complicated look on his face, "...I respect him."

"As I replied to you last time, about that prophecy, you don't understand how remorseful Severus is, and use everything he has to prove it... I trust his position, and I trust him. It may be difficult, but I hope you can Same thing."

"I know." Potter whispered back. "That mark—actually, it doesn't mean anything. I'm willing to accept him because you all trust Professor Snape."

Dumbledore looked tired, but said nothing further.He led Potter to review some of the spells he had learned in previous courses, and carefully analyzed Tom Riddle again for all the memories he had watched so far, trying to gain a better understanding of Voldemort's thinking and behavior.

When it was over, Dumbledore waved his wand and commanded the Pensieve to automatically return to the cabinet. Two soft, comfortable single chairs with pastel colors floated over and landed beside Mr. Green's table.Dumbledore sat down first, and motioned for Potter to do the same.

The chubby teapot floated precariously, filling two cups that appeared out of nowhere.

Potter could smell a sweet, scalp-tingling smell from afar.

Dumbledore chuckled, "Today's class is over, maybe there is still time for a small tea party here?"

Potter took a few deep breaths on the spot, and then slowly moved to the table and sat down.

"So, Harry," Dumbledore said, taking a sip of his tea, although Potter thought it was more like a cup of pure honey, "how are the school lessons?"

"Yes, no problem," Potter replied.

"The final exam is about to start, and I need to come to me to take special courses several nights a week. I was worried that it would delay your review." Dumbledore laughed, "It seems not?"

Potter shook his head, "Mione helps a lot with this. She can always do it." Then, he stared dumbfounded and took a sip of his tea as usual.Mr. Green watched Potter's silly expression a few more times with interest, and then tapped the edge of Potter's teacup, and the thick honey tea was replaced by ordinary black tea in the blink of an eye.

Potter stared at his teacup.

Dumbledore nodded and smiled in agreement, "Miss Granger is indeed a very outstanding witch."

"By the way, Professor—" Potter hesitated, rubbing his knuckles back and forth against his teacup, "About…about him...I mean…"

Dumbledore watched Potter patiently.

"Professor, do you think it's okay to tell Mione and Ron who he is? Or, at least Mione." Potter asked seriously, "Mione is aware of this. She has read a lot of Muggles about personality because of it books, and thought it wasn't a simple 'dual personality' - she was very worried that I was suffering from some unknown dark magic curse. I didn't want to worry her."

"You've never let up on matters involving the Big Mr. Potter before," Dumbledore said softly. "Harry, why did you suddenly change your mind?"

Potter showed some defensiveness at Dumbledore's polite and pointed question, and after some deliberation, he finally said in a sigh-like cautious tone, "I don't want him to help so much without a single Knowing his existence, just seeing him as a part of me, and silently—sacrificing, disappearing.”

He said vaguely, "I know him because we are all...; I think if I were in his position, I would make this choice." He scratched his head irritably, "I... I don't know if I can That way, but I do see him as… family, like Sirius…"

Dumbledore looked as if lighting a soft little lamp.

"Harry, I shouldn't be the one to tell you the answer to this matter." Dumbledore said, "If you think that Miss Granger and Mr. Weasley are partners worthy of entrusting secrets, then I will be happy for you. However, I have no position to give you Allow. This is a secret between you and him, who to tell and who not to tell, this is something you should think about."

"Sharp, intelligent, quick-thinking, and loyal," said Mr. Green suddenly. "This is the impression I have of Miss Granger after a few lessons. Whatever secrets you are discussing, I doubt that Miss Granger is aware of it." possibility."

Potter was silent, but there was a small, proud smile on the corner of his mouth.

After the meeting with Dumbledore, Potter turned to the Room of Requirement, paced back and forth in front of the tapestry, thinking 'I need a room where we can discuss', pushed open the door, and saw two pairs of eyes looking up at him.

Hermione and Ron greeted him.It was set up similarly to the Gryffindor lounge, and Potter sank into the empty armchair, feeling safe and relaxed.He noticed that the small table in front of him was full of various tomes and notes. Hermione's review plan tailored for him and Ron was dragged on the floor, and her own review plan Potter doubted that it would be able to bypass Hogwarts. Here's a lap.

"How was tonight, Harry?" Ron asked, his face still stained with ink, pushing a platter of heat-charmed bacon sandwiches into Potter's hand. "I thought you must be hungry, at least I was. Dumbledore How is Principal Lido's class today?"

"Very good, it's like listening to a story." Potter accepted it gratefully, and between stuffing food into his mouth, he briefly shared about Voldemort and the six Horcruxes. The two close friends looked serious, "Okay, Professor Dumbledore seems to have gotten a lot of clues from it, and also mentioned that our mysterious alliance seems to be solving these problems. We only need to focus on the initial and core problem. As long as we work together, we can definitely get rid of that snake face── And isn't that what we've been doing?"

Even with the food in his mouth, Potter was still determined and full of hope, and his morale, which was a little bit low, was immediately lifted.

"You've changed a lot." Hermione, who was more attentive, sighed. "In a good way. Maybe not the Headmaster's style, but you're becoming more and more like an outstanding leader, Harry."

Ron nodded.

"If that's the case, it's only because of you, Professor Dumbledore and the members of the Order of the Phoenix." Potter said shyly.

He looked at the firm eyes of his two partners.

Maybe they are still young and don't fully understand what decisions they have made now - they may quarrel, disagree, argue over trivial matters, or even die in the future - but they still accompany Potter to face the most evil wizard in the wizarding world, Either quarreling with each other, or supporting each other, they walked down year after year.

Will they regret it?Do you regret the decisions you made years later?

Potter didn't know.

But he believed they would never betray him, no matter what.

"…Ron, Mione, I have something to share with you," Potter said quietly. "You guys remember last year, when I occasionally became like... well, 'Harry Potter's brother'—yes, Mione, you called him Mr. No. [-]—that thing?…"