Harriet Potter

After Ron destroyed the cup, I went back to my room and let my thoughts go.Instead of the rage that threatened to overwhelm my brain a few hours earlier, Scar conveyed a measured urge of joy, the exhilaration of destruction, that he was about to accomplish something great and long awaited.

My feeling is not wrong.The mystery was finally revealed. What Voldemort had been searching abroad for months was the Elder Wand, the Deathly Hallows that was not in my possession.He split open the white marble tomb, cut open the wrapping, and took it from Dumbledore's body.It was eerie to look at Dumbledore's body through Voldemort's eyes, so well preserved that it even had the glasses he used to wear on its crooked nose, making it look almost serene.Maybe it was out of some mocking respect, maybe just not wanting people to know the reason for his visit. Before leaving, Voldemort spent a few more seconds restoring the tomb. The scenery by the Black Lake was as usual, with the dot of white conspicuously embedded in it .

Regarding the reason why the Elder Wand appeared there, Hermione deduced a series of conjectures based on the information she had found and previous clues. It seems most likely that he won the duel from Grindelwald in 1945, and Grindelwald stole it from somewhere earlier.If this is the case, then the long-standing legend of the manner in which the Elder Wand changed hands would be wrong, as Dumbledore apparently did not kill its previous owner.

The fact that Voldemort took the most powerful wand in the fables caused a bit of a stir between me, Ron and Hermione, and Ron argued repeatedly about whether it was Dumbledore's intention for me to get the Elder Wand Hermione thought the Elder Wand itself and the way Voldemort had obtained it were so evil that they shouldn't even think about it.

"You would never do that, Harry," she said over and over again, "you would never break into Dumbledore's grave."

I think it's less scary to be confronted with Dumbledore's body than to misunderstand Dumbledore's intentions in life.I told myself that if Dumbledore really intended to leave me the Elder Wand, he would try to prevent it from appearing in his tomb. After all, it is one thing to make the instructions to leave obscure for some reason, and it is not necessary. It's another thing to force me, or anyone in the Order, to break open his tomb.But at the same time, I think Dumbledore must have guessed that a tomb can't stop Voldemort, he knows the progress of my Occlumency, maybe he hopes that I can learn information from Voldemort's brain and get it first, or that he wants me to get it through the connection. thought to stop Voldemort.

I feel like I'm still groping in the dark, choosing one way and looking back over and over again, wondering if I misread the sign and should have gone the other way.The anger at Dumbledore comes back to me every now and then, and I guess I'd take it to my grave - if I ever had one.I rather doubt that after killing me Voldemort would have allowed someone to bury me somewhere, perhaps displaying my head around as some sort of banner.

Other than that, March was peaceful.We gradually got used to the state of staying in one place on standby, leaving things to others to worry about, enjoying Kreacher's cooking skills with peace of mind, and the dark and moldy 12 Grimmauld Place became more and more like home.A few weeks passed and I suggested some measures to avoid slack and to deal with any possible contingencies, and the next day Hermione conjured up half a year's plan of reviewing practical spells and learning new ones, which reminded me of final exam.It originally included theoretical study, but Ron and I firmly rejected it.We cleaned out the master bedroom that used to belong to Sirius' parents, put in most of the cushions we could find in the mansion, and made a temporary spell room, where we took turns practicing duels and various spells every day.

Lupine was at home with Tonks, Kingsley was busy with business, and Bill was the most frequent visitor to Black's old house. He came two or three times a week, bringing Ron news from home and Wayne who had dropped in from the Burrow. Snacks made by Mrs. Sly, and sometimes in our dueling practice.In actual combat, he has his own set of experiences. In one-on-one situations, only I can sometimes draw with him.Bill didn't tell the rest of Ron's family about our whereabouts, and he found out what we had taken from our goblin friends, but after a few probes, I realized that Kingsley and Lupine didn't tell us about the Horcruxes. He, most likely, didn't tell anyone else in the agency either.Ron and I had a disagreement about whether to tell Bill the truth, he said Bill would not tell the truth, I thought since we had given the decision to Lupine and Kingsley, we should follow their decision In the end, Hermione and I overruled Ron's opinion two to one.

Bill also told us that when Voldemort found out what was missing, he went into a rage at Gringotts and killed several goblins, including the older goblin who let us in, his name was Bogrod.Voldemort was the first to kill him after finding that nothing could be asked from him.Most of the people who failed to catch us were also tortured, but Dolokhov escaped a disaster in this regard. He was hit by my body-binding spell and failed to escape the fire and collapse , It is estimated that I will stay in St. Mungo for a long time.For the casualties of the goblins, Bill said that "You-Know-Who has completely lost the support of Gringotts", and didn't blame us too much, but we can all see that he is having a hard time.I couldn't help but think that if we had informed Bill before we acted, maybe he would have had time to get his friends out of the way, and then I was disgusted at the idea that lives we didn't know weren't so worth saving .

With no hope of catching us, Voldemort was too eager to go down to the vault to check the dragon, and he was found drinking from a lake in the Scottish Highlands a few hours later.The goblins insist that the dragon is their property, but they haven't figured out how to pack a ferocious dragon back to London, and no one is interested in helping them.Charlie is now trying to invoke international regulations on the protection of magical creatures and extradite him to Romania through diplomatic channels.Bill said it wouldn't be very difficult, that dragons were difficult to contain and kill, and were a serious threat to the secrecy laws, and the Ministry of Magic was eager to get rid of this trouble.

The afternoon after our return from Gringotts, the Porterwatch Channel ventured out and the three of us huddled in the living room listened to the broadcast through the Deluminator.We hear the voices of Fred, George, Kingsley, Lupine and the twins' friend Lee Jordan, who refer to each other by code names on the radio, and apart from the initial moment of silence for the victims, the announcers sound friendly And with a good sense of humor, they made a big fuss about our success in getting what we wanted under Voldemort's nose, delivering stylized but equally impressive quips.The twins also made jokes about the basilisk and Snape's hair, dispelling rumors that made things worse.It is conceivable how much comfort the Porter Lookout gave to those who were still fighting during these gloomy days.

The pair of jingles I stuffed in the donkey skin bag were brought back with me, and Ron hung it as a trophy at the gate after listening to the broadcast, so it became the loudest doorbell I've ever seen, Hermione often Complaints about jingle movies and Mrs. Blake portraits turning the whole house up when someone walks in.But on the bright side, even if we are all asleep, no one can sneak into the old house without being discovered, so she didn't move the Ding Dang film elsewhere.And we're all really proud of the feat, although Hermione would never admit it.

We were sitting in the warmth of the kitchen on a blustery April night, eating Kreacher's freshly baked chocolate chip cookies, and chatting about how to lure Voldemort away from Nagini, A loud noise suddenly came from upstairs.The visitor must have knocked the door open, for the jingle was so deafening that it almost drowned out the scream of the portrait.I immediately ordered Kreacher to hide, and if it was an enemy, I immediately Apparated back to Hogwarts, and then the three of us quickly walked around the dining table with wands and stood sideways by the kitchen door, Ron tried to keep Hermione in Behind him, the latter gave him an elbow directly.

The visitor didn't bother with the Ding Dang movie, just silenced the portrait and went straight to the kitchen. Judging from the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs, there was only one person.

"Who is it?" I called.

"It's me, Remus Lupin!" a voice yelled over the jingle's still-cracking crash, and my heart skipped a beat at once, imagining the horrors that might have led Lupine to charge so recklessly, "I'm Werewolf, my wife's name is Nymphadora Tonks. You are Harriet Potter, and I taught you how to conjure a Patronus, which is a stag."

The three of us emerged from the door, and Lupine almost fell in.He was pale, wrapped in a traveling cloak, and his gray hair was blown tousled by the wind.Lupine grabbed Ron's and me's arms for stability, looked around to see who was in the room, and then announced loudly, "It's a boy! We named him Ted, after Dora's father!"

Hermione screamed.

"What—? Tonks—Tonks has given birth?"

"It's born, it's born! A baby is born!"

I yelled "Wonderful!"; Hermione screamed "Congratulations!"; Ron exclaimed "Oh my god, a new baby!", like he'd never heard of such a thing before.

"Yes—yes—a boy," repeated Lupine, seeming to be beaming with delight.He hugged me with the same strength as last time, but the meaning was completely different, and I responded happily.

"This is amazing, Remus, my God..." I was incoherent with excitement, and Ron slapped me on the shoulder hard.

"New godmother, Harry!" he said, laughing.

When Lupine and I finally parted, Kreacher had already filled the drinks and Hermione put a glass in each hand and invited Lupine to join us for a drink.

"I can't stay long, I have to go back," said Lupine, grinning and looking years younger than I'd ever seen him. "Thank you, thank you, Hermione."

"For Teddy Remus Lupin," said Lupine, and we all raised our glasses high in celebration, "a great wizard growing up!"

As soon as the bottle was gone, Lupine fastened his cloak again, and we escorted him to the gate, where he hugged and shook our hands again, and hurried back into the blustery night.He came back a few days later, longer this time, and gushed over every detail about Teddy, showing us pictures of him.

"...I think he looks like Dora, but Dora thinks he looks like me. Not a lot of hair, he looked black when he was born, but I swear he turned ginger an hour later, and probably will be by the time I go back Blonde. Andromeda says Tonks' hair started changing color the first day after he was born," said Lupine proudly.

The photo in my hand shows little Teddy lying in a diaper among a pile of pillows, with Tonks's usual pink hair, waving his little arms and legs energetically, looking around with great interest.The next second, something seemed to catch his attention behind the camera, he looked over at once, his bright eyes met me through the photo, and then—this is simply the most amazing moment I have ever experienced—one of his The strands of hair turned black.

"I remember Kingsley taking this one," said Lupine, "and after a while he started morphing into everyone who teased him, which made judging who he looked like much more difficult." It's hard. Dora said she couldn't fully control her talent until she was 15 years old, keeping the same look for a long time, and it was difficult for us to see him for real before that."

I watch my godson, and even though the image is silent, I can hear the giggle as he reaches out to the camera.He seemed to be surrounded by a soft halo, looking so innocent and happy, and it made me angry and heartbroken at the same time in ways that cannot be described.

Kreacher brought another batch of eggnog, and we huddled in front of the living room fireplace while drinking and talking, and for the first time since I knew Lupine, I heard him talk about the future.He said that Dora was considering when to return to his post in the Auror Division. Before Teddy experienced the first full moon night, they were not completely sure whether he had inherited the physique of a werewolf. The agency had already prepared enough Wolf pills, including those in doses specially adjusted for infants.If Teddy turns out to be a werewolf and unable to go to Hogwarts, Lupine plans to teach him lessons at home himself.

"I've been in the werewolf colony for a long time in the past two years, and I've had this idea for a while." Lupine said, "Werewolves are kept away from wizarding society not only because they are ostracized, but also because they are almost uneducated." , lack of survivability. I thought maybe I could take a few more werewolf students and teach them how to use magic - of course, there will still be many who can't accept them, but this is an opportunity, isn't it? I met Dumbledore With James and them, and you."

"That's a great idea!" said Ron excitedly. "You're the best teacher!"

"You could start a school!" cried Hermione. "Hogwarts could have a branch school for special students, couldn't it? You could apply when the war was over, and I could think of twenty or so right now." reason, to convince the school board and the Ministry of Education how beneficial it is to the wizarding community as a whole, which will be the first step in getting people to accept them..."

"It will be a long-term goal, and it will cost a lot of money," said Lupine gently, "but we can try."

In the following week, the three of us were happily discussing this topic, and Hermione even began to study the legal procedures that the whole thing needs to go through, and the possible troubles involved.I guess when Lupine announces that he's going to do it, he's going to be bombarded with Hermione's well-thought-out plan.The postwar future remained elusive, but this new possibility seemed as inspiring as Teddy's birth.

Somehow, the next time the jingle rang, I already expected that the ensuing news would not be exciting.

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