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Different yet The Same World - Chapter 4
🕑 Added 2023-11-18 15:21:20 +0000 UTCHarry sidestepped the scorching spell coming towards him that left a black, hot mark on the floor where he was just a secong ago. If connected, that spell definitely would have burned his skin.
He then quickly conjured a ball of water and used it as a shield to defend himself from flame throwers thrown by his opponent.
Having seen enough from his opponent, he decided to end the duel and overheated his ball of water, making it explode into steam and covering the whole side of the room he was in.
On the other side of the same room stood a panting black, curly-haired, violet-eyed beauty, Bellatrix Black.
Bellatrix's heavy bossom bounced as she stood there, taking deep breaths, feeling completely exhausted, and staring at the steam on the other side of the room because of her fire spell.
“Did it finally get him?” She muttered with a hopeful smile.
“Not quite”
She turned around in shock and saw her opponent standing behind her without a single scratch on him and looking completely energised, unlike her.
She quickly got her sense back and tried to throw the spell on the tip of her tongue, but she wasn't fast enough, and before she knew it, she was sent flying back with just one flick of Harry's hand.
Her wand went to one side while she slid to the other side of the room and lay there in defeat.
"I must say, Bellatrix, I am impressed." Harry said, walking to her, “You are improving with each duel.”
“Improving my ass,” Bellatrix snorted. "I am yet to even make a scratch on you. How the hell am I improving?” She growled, glaring at him standing over her.
“You might not feel it yourself, but trust me, you are improving quite rapidly, if I might say so," Harry told her as he offered her his hand.
Bellatrix took his hand and stood up, and while dusting off her uniform, she asked, “What do you mean by that?”
“When we first duelled some two weeks ago, I wasn't even using half of my power and spells,” Harry began explaining while wandlessly 'acciong' Bellatrix's wand.
“But now you are pushing me enough to use most of my power and forcing me to bring out more spells and tricks to defeat you,” he finished while giving her wand back.
"So believe me, you are pushing me to actually try now, which you should be proud of.” Harry warmly smiled at her.
“Thank you, Professor." Bellatrix blushed as she took her wand and replied, “But it's just that I don't like-“
“Losing?” Harry finished it for her.
Bellatrix sighed and nodded.
Harry chuckled. "I know the exact same feeling as well, Bella."
Bellatrix shivered as she heard him call her 'bella'; he had started calling her by that when they first stated their weekly duels, and he didn't even know.
But she didn't mind it; in fact, she loved it when he called her by that name, even though she hated it, and no one but Narcissa was allowed to call her by that name.
She wanted no; she needed to hear Harry whisper it in her ears while he thrust his big, fat cock into her tight pus-
She shook her head and brought herself out of her horny thoughts. This wasn't the time for that.
She looked up at her professor and asked, “How so?”
“Because you and I are almost the same." Harry smiled, and Bella's eyes widened. “We both are perfectionists; we only like to win and do our best. We both hate losing, so I know how you feel frustrated with yourself when you can't win against me.”
Bellatrix stood there, stunned, and nodded as Harry explained exactly how she felt.
“It's a good thing sometimes, Bella, but some times it's also a bad thing." Harry continued, “When you are trying to be perfect and the absolute best, you keep missing the small victories and improvements in you.”
“And when you miss them, you feel frustrated because you feel like you are not doing enough or that you are failing it, while the truth is that you are improving, but you are just choosing to ignore it because your eyes are only set on the end line of being the best.” Harry finished wisely and let her soak in what he told her.
Bella stood there as her mind turned, and she realised how on point Harry was.
Since her childhood, she has been just like how he described her.
She had always felt she was better than others in spell work and magical power, and some may call her arrogant for that, but she had never cared because she knew she was better than them.
And the desire to be better than others always pushed her to grow powerful and become better faster, and it was for those reasons that she always pushed herself to become perfect in anything she did.
And many times, because of that, whenever she didn't get the desired result, she became frustrated and angry at others, with Narcissa being one of those who faced it the most.
Her family had said it was because of her black blood, which made her angry, but she knew it was only because of her own hunger for power and to be behind the best.
And how ironic or poetic it was that now she was realising this after being told by the most powerful man she had ever met.
She looked up at Harry to see him staring at her kindly while letting her understand the meaning of his words.
She didn't know how a man who was only 2 years older than her was so wise and powerful.
If she had wanted him before, she wanted him now more than ever before.
At first, it may have been because of how powerful he was, and the hunger for power within her may have made him attractive to her if not for his handsome features, but now she wanted him because she might have finally found the person who might truly understand her.
“Thank you, Harry." Bella smiled. “Your words really helped me realise how wrong I have been looking at things.”
Harry felt his heart warm and did his best to not let his cheeks heat when he saw the beautiful smile Bella was giving him.
Bella always had a smile that could melt anybody.
“No problem, Bella; it's my job to help you right your wrong,” he replied, hoping his voice wasn't hitching.
He then checked the time, and his eyes widened. "Well, it looks like our time is over for today.”
“Oh yeah, you are right,” Bella said in a sudden realisation, looking at the time, which showed they had actually been five minutes past their normal time.
“Have a good Sunday, and I will see you in our next class then,” Harry told her while rearanging the room that was messed up by their duel.
"Um, professor,” Bellatrix said, hesitating, which was very uncharacteristic for the normally bold girl.
“Yes bella?”
"I was thinking, do you have extra time? I have some more things to ask,” Bella asked, hopefully.
"I'm sorry, Bella." Harry apologised, "Unfortunately, I have some extra matters to attend to today.”
“Oh.. okay, no problem." Bella said disappointingly, trying not to show, and then forced a smile. “See you in the next class then, professor.”
She then left, feeling dejected and cursing quietly.
Improving her duelling wasn't the only motive for her lessons with her professor.
She had been trying for the last few weeks to make Harry notice her gradually in the way she wanted, and she had thought today would be the day he would finally claim her.
But it was no problem because next class she would finally break him and make sure that Harry Peverell would bend her over and fuck the shit out of her, just like she had been dreaming of every day this past month.
After all, she wasn't going to let her little sister beat her.
-
After Bellatrix left, Harry went into his quarter, which was attached to the defence classroom, and brought out a set of vials filled with potion.
He wasn't lying when he told Bellatrix he had other matters tonight.
He sat on his desk, waiting for his next student to arrive, and wasn't disappointed when the door to his room opened at the exact time he had given.
He looked up at the door and was happy to see the person he was expecting.
Remus lupin
Remus walked to his desk and asked politely, “You asked me to come here, professor?”
There was a reason Harry had asked Remus to come meet him today because next week to this day would be full moon night.
And Harry knew what Remus was going to go through that night, and knowing how he could help, he had asked him to come here and was ready to surprise his cursed student.
"Yes, I did." Harry nodded and then handed him the potion vials. "I wanted to give you this.”
Remus took the vials and examined them curiously. “What is it, professor?”
“It's a potion that helps werewolves in their transformation,” Harry said, waiting for the reaction he was expecting, and he wasn't disappointed.
Remus turned to him and looked at him with wide, shocked-faced eyes. “I-I don't understand w-what you mean.”
"Remus, I know you are a werewolf.” Harry calmly and kindly stated
"B-but h-h-how,” Remus stuttered fearfully, his hands shaking.
“Calm down, Remus; I am not going to harm you." Harry said firmly, “And as a defence teacher, I'm supposed to know every creature in our magical world by small things, and I knew what you were in the first class already.”
“And you are not disgusted?” Remus asked hesitantly.
“Why the fuck would you think that?" Harry replied angrily, making Remus recoil in shock. “Why would I be disgusted by you being a werewolf?”
“Because I am a dark creature,” Remus meekly whispered.
"Remus, did you forget what I said in my first class with you?" Harry told him, "I explained to you that werewolves are not dark creatures; you are just unlucky human beings who have been cursed by this disease. You should not be blamed and hated for something that is not your fault.”
Remus bit his lips and replied with his voice thick with emotion, “Thank you, Professor; those words mean a lot to me.”
“And don't you ever forget it." Harry smiled, gently holding Remus's shoulder in comfort. "Don't ever be ashamed of who you are, and never let anyone else's words affect you.”
Remus smiled back and nodded. "I will.”
"Good,” Harry grinned, and then became serious. “Now let me tell you how this potion works."
“This potion helps you keep control of your mind and lets you be in control after your transformation, so you can sleep through the night without fear of hurting anyone.”
“B-but how?” Remus asked in shock, “There had never been something like this for lycanthropy before.”
"That is because this is a potion that I have learned to make after my studies during my tour to other magical places." Harry lied effortlessly; he had already prepared the lie.
“After collecting every useful piece of information and data I could find all around the world, I checked with Professor Slughorn, and after he gave his agreement, we had this potion ready for you to test."
“And once you have tested it positively, Slughorn can then release this potion into the magical world and start selling it to the others.” Harry stopped speaking and waited for Remus to react.
Remus's eyes were firing with tears as he gratefully said, “Thank you so much, professor, for not only me but for others like me as well. We can't thank you enough.”
Harry shook his head. “There is no need to thank me, Remus. I'm just doing my best to help the one in our world who needs it the most.”
"Now, stop crying, alright." Harry told him sternly, "I don't ever want to see you cry or act weak. Is that clear?”
Remus wiped his tears and nodded determinedly, "Yes, professor.”
"Good, now listen, there are 7 vials in there." Harry pointed to the set: "You have to take all seven vials each day leading to the full moon; only then will it affect you.”
“Don't worry, professor; I will make sure to take it properly," Remus reassured him.
“Make sure you do." Harry nodded. “And don't worry about the next time I give it to you every month.”
“But professor, these potion must be very expe-“
“What did I say? Don't worry about it.” Harry cut him off firmly.
Remus nodded and accepted defeat, knowing he wouldn’t be able to change his professor's mind.
"Brilliant, now it's time for you to head back to your dorm; it's getting late." Harry said and then handed him a slip. “Take this; if anyone stops you, show this slip, and they will let you go.”
Remus took the slip, but instead of leaving, he stayed there in deep thought, and when Harry opened his mouth to ask him, he was surprised when he felt Remus arms around him hugging him tightly.
“Thank you so much,” Remus whispered in his ears, his voice thick with emotion.
Harry smiled and softly rubbed his student's back. "I told you there was no need; it was the least I could do.”
They stood there like that until finally Remus sobbing stopped, and he pulled back and gave Harry a bright smile he had never seen on his face.
“You are the best professor we ever had.”
Harry barely stopped himself from laughing at the amusing situation.
The man who was his best professor ever was now calling Harry the same, which was a very weirdly funny thing to him.
After spending a month here, there were still some things that left Harry very confused and amused.
“Don't think I'm going to award you points for buttering me up,” Harry playfully told him.
“I would never, professor." Remus mischievously replied, proving he was a true member of the marauders.
Harry chuckled and shook his head. “Get out of here before it's too late.”
Remus nodded, and with one last smile, he left the room feeling happy and hopeful for the first time in a very long time.
Once Remus left, Harry began cleaning his class room and getting ready to head to bed as well.
Tomorrow was Sunday, and he was going to enjoy his off day by having the rest for the whole day since he had no plans or other agenda for tomorrow.
... Or so he thought he did.
Because at that exact moment, an elf popped into his room and handed him a slip.
"Professor, this is for you, headmaster,” the elf said in his squeaky voice.
“Thank you, Tipsy." Harry sighed and took the slip.
“No problem, Professor Peverell." Tipsy squeaked and popped out of the room.
Harry opened the note with a tired breath, hoping for it to not be bad news, and groaned out loud at what was written.
Harry I would like you to come meet at my office at the earliest you can.
'Well, there goes my plan to go and take a nap,’ Harry thought while pinching his eyebrows, and with great difficulty, he stood up as his tired body screamed at him to go to bed, yet his feet made their way to the headmaster office.
5 minutes later, he was sitting in the headmaster office in front of Dumbledore, who was looking far too cheerful and energetic for Harry.
“So why have you asked me to come here at this time of the night, professor?” Harry asked tiredly
“We will talk about that later, Harry, but first tell me, how are you?” Dumbledore asked with his stupid smile on his face, which was irking Harry's sleep-deprived state.
"Professor, does it look like I am in the mood for this type of talk right now?" Harry growled, pointing at his tired face and the dark rings under his eyes.
"You are right, Harry; I'm sorry for my immaturity,” Dumbledore sincerely apologised.
Harry just nodded, accepting it.
“Now for why I asked to be here." Dumbledore began while leading forward with his hands intertwined, “There is a Wizengamot meeting tomorrow, and I want you to attend it.”
“What!” Harry exclaimed in shock, “Why?”
"It's been a month since you have arrived in this world, Harry,” dumbkedore continued, “and although you have got your identity from goblins and some people are acknowledging you as a Peverell, the full majority still won't accept it until you prove it in front of every House head in the Wizengamot.”
"Do I really have to?” Harry asked pleadigly; he had no desire to go and sit in those old people's meetings and waste his hours listening to them.
"Yes, Harry, you do." Dumbledore nodded seriously. “No matter how much you try to show your identity proof given by the goblins, the people will keep doubting you until you prove it in front of their own eyes.”
“They might be calm right now, but soon they will start challenging you and would throw accusations of fraud at you, and some might even sue you for house theft for claiming a house name that isn't yours.”
“And do sure to remember Harry, Peverell is one of the most ancient houses, and as such, they have the power of four votes in Wizengamont, which is something that you could use to influence decisions and make your own side, which ultimately would lead you to help fulfil your goals and make sure that the things that happened in your world don't happen here.”
Dumbledore finished and leant back in his chair, giving Harry time to think through what he just told him.
Harry groaned as he rubbed his face in exhaustion and frustration.
No matter how much he tried to deny it, he knew Dumbledore was right.
He knows how much of a cunt these old family heads were; they would not stop annoying him and doubting his identity until he did what Dumbledore told him.
Prove those fossils were wrong, right in their faces.
And the last point of his house power in the Wizengamot was a big factor as well; he recalled how in his world many bad decisions were taken or how many good decisions and laws were denied only because the dark faction was too strong.
But now he has a chance to make a difference, and he knew he couldn't let this go.
So with his mind made up, he looked up at Dumbledore and nodded resignedly "Fine, I'll be there tomorrow for the meeting”.
“Brilliant Harry,” dumbledore beamed. "I knew you would understand it.”
"Yeah, yeah, old man, whatever." Harry muttered as he stood up and made his way out of the office, waving his hands at the old man over his shoulder.
"Now, if you give me your permission or not, I am going to bed because I need my rest to have enough energy to handle all the bullshit of those old cunts I have to suffer tomorrow.”
Dumbledore just chucked and shook his head at his youngest employee's antics.
For the first time in a long time, because of that young man, he was really enjoying his time peacefully, and he can't wait to see what Harry has for tomorrow for all the ‘old cunts’ as he called them.
He suddenly stopped laughing when he wondered if Harry counted him with them as well.
Dumbledore smiled and shook his head. He was sure Harry didn't, or did he?
-
No matter how much he didn't want it and tried to find excuses, Harry was still here the next day in the ministry, ready for the Wizengamot meeting.
He stared up at the fountain statue in the middle of the ministry astrium and sighed, “Let's get this over with.”
Inside the Wizengamot chamber, Dumbledore was peacefully sitting in his chair up high in the chamber, as was his honour for his post as Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot.
It was the post he was offered recently, and after a long thought, he finally decided to take it because he knew if he had declined this as well after rejecting the post of minister of magic so many times in the past, the public wouldn't have been happy with him.
And now he was glad he did.
Because of this post, he had enough power to try to lead this group of powerful families in the right direction, or else they would have gone in the very wrong direction with how many corrupt and ill-intentioned families were in this chamber.
And it was for that exact reason that he needed Harry to join in and accept his Peverell house seat because, with his house power, they both could at least stop the houses supporting Tom from doing whatever they wanted.
He came out of his thoughts when the court scribe declared to start the meeting.
Dumbledore looked up and checked if everyone was present, and he found they were. And now it was on him to start the meeting.
“Welcome everyone to this month’s Wizengamot meeting." He began while looking at everyone, "I am glad to see all of your faces again and your attendance today because we have many things on the agenda to discuss this fine day.”
“As the chief Warlock said, we have many matters to discuss, and the first one i-" the city scribe began telling the chamber but was surprisingly stopped by dumbledore.
"I'm sorry for interrupting you." Dumbledore cut him off, "But I would like to start with an important matter first.”
“What important matter is that, Chief Warlock?” said the Minister of Magic, Harold Minchum. “You didn't inform us about this before.”
"And I do apologise for that." Dumbledore replied, inclining his head, “You see, this was something that was decided too late for me to inform you beforehand.”
“And what is this urgent matter, dumbledore?” Abraxas Malfoy, the Head of the House Malfoy asked.
"Ah, you see, Lord Malfoy," Dumbledore emphasised the Lord, making Malfoy wince as he realised his mistake. “We seem to have many seats empty in our chamber,” he said, pointing at the many empty house seats.
"And I actually have found and convinced one of the heads of those house seats to come here and claim it.”
“And if I may ask, who is that?” Minister Harold asked with a raised brow.
"Oh, this is the same young man all of you have been wanting desperately to meet and want him to claim his most ancient house seat,” Dumbledore responded with a smile, “and I do believe all of you know who I'm talking about; if not, then the person I'm talking about is Harry Peverell.
“You mean the imposter,” Malfoy said in a mocking tone, making his lap dog laugh with him.
"Yes, the same person you have been calling and accusing names like that." Dumbledore nodded while keeping his tone polite.
“Then where is he?” This time, it was Lord Lestrange who asked.
“Well, he will be here in any-“ Dumbledore was stopped as the door of the chamber opened. Seeing who it was, he smiled and finished “moment like now.”
Everyone's eyes turned towards the door to see the enigma that was Harry Peverell.
If there was one thing Harry had learned from his life experience, it was how to draw everyone's attention to him.
And that was exactly what he did as he walked in with full confidence and power radiating from his every move.
Wearing a black acromantula robe that fitted his body nicely and a black dragon hide boot on his feet, he cut a very imposing and powerful-looking figure.
And it made every lord and lady in the chamber lean forward to observe his every move closely.
And among them were two gentlemen who were eyehawking him like a vulture with their sharp gaze.
Charles Potter and Arcturus Black
The heads of House Potter and Black
Charlus had been intrigued since he had heard about the news of the resurgence of Peverel House with his newfound member.
And since then, he has wanted to meet the man because he wanted to see the member of the house his own house was connected with.
A few weeks ago, after the first week of his son James's time at Hogwarts, he received a letter from him informing him about the new defence professor they have.
And it was a shock for him to know that the new mysterious member of House Peverell was chosen as the defence professor of Hogwarts.
This also helped him feel a little relaxed because he knew if Dumbledore had chosen someone and trusted him, then there was nothing wrong with that person.
But all this made him more eager to meet Harry Pevrell, and luckily today was finally that day.
On first glance, he could tell the boy was strong; in fact, he was very strong with the way he was carrying himself, and the confidence he was showing shows he was powerful.
But on a closer look, he couldn't help but feel there were some similarities with his features, as if he had seen those mixes of facial and structural features in different people every day, but he couldn't name them.
Although it shouldn't be a surprise given he was a peverell, there might be a big chance for the young man's family line to come from his.
Sitting beside him, the head of House Black, Arturus Black, was also closely staring at the young, unknown man.
He had also been interested in knowing the last member of an assumed dead house after the rumour of his return to wizarding work resurfaced.
And his curiosity increased when he got a letter from his granddaughter, Bellatrix.
A smile always comes to his face when he thinks about his granddaughter and the fact that her parents weren't even aware that Bella told him everything that they didn't even know about Hogwarts.
His curiosity and his desire to know about the mysteries of Peverell had increased after the things he learned from Bella's letter.
At first, he thought Bella was exaggerating when she described her new professor. Arcturus had thought she was just being a naive young girl and getting impressed by small things.
But now he could see she wasn't; the boy was powerful, and it was not only the power he was displaying but also the power he was hiding.
There was no doubt in his mind that this boy wasn't a Peverell because of what he remembered from the stories his parents had told him.
A Peverell always walks in a room, showing powerful steps filled with confidence and a charming smile, but without arrogance.
But make no mistake; even though they don't show it, once they enter the room, they become the most powerful and dangerous person in that room.
And now, seeing this young Harry Peverell, Arcturus could tell he was exactly like the stories of Old Peverell he had heard.
Harry walked to the centre of the big chamber, stood there, and looked around the whole room, staring into the eyes of every person.
Many flinched and looked away, too scared, weak, and overwhelmed to look him in the eyes, but there were some who stared back with the same intensity.
And Harry made sure he remembered those faces because he knew those were the ones he needed by his side.
"Well, state your name, young man." Minister Harold ordered.
“Of course, minister." Harry nodded politely. “My name is Harry Ignotus Peverell."
“And why have you not come here in the last month to join the Wizengamot and prove your identity?”
“Because I have been very busy and couldn't find the time," Harry answered calmly.
“busy enough to not come here and do such a simple thing as prove your identity?” Lord Lestrange snidely asked.
“I know that many of you here have nothing important to do and just sit in their homes, but a young man like me has many things in life, so I am sorry if you don't have enough free time like you,” Harry responded calmly with a smile and perfect sarcasm.
Many of the old heads felt insulted and began muttering furiously between them, but some, like Potter and Black, caught the humour and couldn't help but laugh quietly.
Even Dumbledore was trying to hold on to his laugh.
"Silence!" the Minister barked, and the chamber felt silent.
After that, he glared at Harry “This is no place to joke; Mr. Peverell, make sure to remember that.”
“I wasn't joking,” Harry replied quickly with a straight face.
He heard snorting and snickering in the crowd, but his face remained serious.
Seeing a losing battle, the minister dropped the matter, tried to get back to the main one, and asked, “Where have you spent your life before last month?”
"Where I was and what I was doing is my own personal matter, and I am not obliged under circumstances to answer you on that." Harry stared plainly and boldly, with a hint of warning.
“And you want us to just believe everything you say?” Malfoy scoffed with a sneer.
“What you want or do not want to believe does not matter, Malfoy,” Harry told him without even looking at him.
“It's Lord Malfoy." Malfoy growled, his face red. “And how do you know who I am if you have just arrived in this country the previous month?”
Finally, Harry turned towards him and stared at his ugly, pointy face. “Your son is my student, and both of your faces are exactly the same." He shrugged. “Now if that is because your genes are so strong, or maybe because of inbreeding, I don't know nor do I care.”
Gasps were heard throughout the chamber, and many eyes were opened wide at his comment, but Harry especially enjoyed the way Malfoy's face turned even redder in anger and embarrassment.
But unfortunately for him, the minister spoke before he could.
“Mr. Pevrell, if you have your identity proof, then give it, or you could leave this chamber." The Minister warned in a severe tone, “You are not upholding the required manners and rules of these governing bodies."
"I was going to do just that, minister, if somebody didn't butt in." Harry shook his head with an innocent face.
“Then you can do it now, as I am ordering you to," the Minister said firmly.
“Of course, minister." Harry nodded, and he then pulled out a file of papers from his robe, and with a flick of his hand, showcasing his wandless abilities, he levitated it to the court scribe.
His prowess didn't go unnoticed as he heard people whispering, and he smirked internally. This was exactly why he had done the small trick.
The scribe checked through the documents two times and finally said, “The documents are all in the right order and legalised."
Minister inclined his head, "Then I guess we have nothing else to do but give you your rightful sea-“
“But how could we just believe a bunch of papers that could be forged?” Malfoy shouted, standing up.
“What are you trying to say, Lord Malfoy?" Harry said with narrowed eyes.
“You think you should just come here and fool all of us?" Malfoy sneered. “These documents could be easily faked by giving those greedy goblins a few galleons; these are not proof enough.”
"It seems like you are quite familiar with this." Harry tilted his head and raised his eyebrow. "You have done something like this before for yourself many times; have you, Malfoy?”
“Why you insolent, br-“
“Lord Malfoy, that's enough!" The minister shouted, “Sit down, and if you interrupt one more time, you will be thrown out.”
Malfoy was seething with rage, but his buddy Lestrange pulled him down in his seat and began whispering in his ears to calm him down.
“And you, Mr. Peverell, if you try to insult a member again, I would have to take serious action against you," the minister warned him.
Harry just nodded and stood there.
He couldn't give a fuck about the old man's warning, but he knew he had to listen to him to get his seat, like Dumbledore wanted.
The minister sat down and sighed. “Even though your documents seem legal, Lord Malfoy isn't wrong; these are not enough to prove you are the member of the house Peverell like you claim to be.”
Harry clenched his first and held his sigh. He knew things wouldn't be so simple.
He had hoped this time the minister would be different and someone who actually stood against the wrong.
But so far, he has been disappointed. This minister only looked strong with his body and talk, but the reality was that he was very easy to push over by others.
Fortunately, he had already expected something like this to happen and had come ready for it.
"I guess then you would have to prove myself with the strongest power there is,” Harry shrugged.
“And what is that?” The minister asked curiously.
“By letting family magic decide if I am a peverell or not,” Harry answered, spreading his arms.
A murmur of shock went around the chamber, and the minister's eyes bulged out. Even Dumbleton looked a little shocked; he probably didn't think Harry would do something like this.
"Mr. Peverell, are you aware that if you are proven wrong, you will die?” The minister asked with his eyes still wide in shock and fear.
“I do,” Harry nodded confidently, “and that's why I am choosing this to prove myself because I am ready to die if the Peverell family magic deems me a liar.”
Before the minister could reply, a voice interrupted him.
"Well, let's see it then.”
Harry turned towards the voice and saw Lord Black leaning forward excitedly to see him try. He also noticed Lord Potter doing the same.
“Alright then,” Harry smiled, then walked to the centre of the chamber and brandished his wand.
He closed his eyes, spread his arms, and incanted loudly.
“Magicae familiae meae venite et probate me si sum stirps peverell vel non.”
Once he finished, a light erupted from his ring and covered his whole body, ringing a circle around him from head to toe.
Everyone present in the chamber was seated in anticipation, either in hopes that he would succeed or that he would die for some dickhead like Malfoy.
After a long minute, the light exploded into a bright shower and then turned into a Thestral, the known symbol of Peverell House.
The big, shining Thestral that was even brighter and stronger than Harry's patronus trotted around the chamber, leaving everyone in awe.
It then stood in front of Harry and bowed, showing respect to the head of the house.
He then rubbed his head in his chest affectionately, and Harry chuckled and patted the magical spirit of his house, and then Thestral, with one last bow, disappeared back into his ring, leaving the chamber in complete silence.
Harry looked up and smirked at the shocked and awed faces of everyone. “Is that enough?”
The minister shook his head, came out of his trance, and nodded. "Y-yes I-I t-think that would be enough, Lord Peverell." He stuttered in respect and fear after seeing the powerful display of magical spirit.
“You can claim your seat, and the head of the house, Peverell, is yours.”
Harry bowed, and with a satisfied smile and confidence in his strides, he made his way up the stairs to his house seat, which was in the highest stand based on how ancient the house was.
And every ancient house with the most power was on top.
With a soft swipe of his hands on the armrest of his house seat reverently, he took his seat and relaxed on it.
He didn't know if he was making it up or not, but he felt a surge of power through his body, and something in him sang with pleasure.
The house of Peverell was truly back and ready to strike down everyone who would dare to stand in Harry Peverell's way.
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As exciting as the start of the meeting was with his introduction and proof of identity, the next few hours were total boredom.
Harry didn't know how he didn't fall asleep as he listened to the boring matter that was discussed among all these heads of houses.
Thanfully for him, the meeting finally ended as Dumbledore hit the gravel one last time and declared the meeting closed.
Harry quickly made his way down the stairs, wanting to get out of the chamber as fast as he could, but was stopped by a voice behind him.
“Lord Peverell, wait!”
Harry turned around and saw the two men coming towards him, recognising them easily.
Arcturus Black and Charles Potter
Those two old men were one of the people Harry was most excited to meet after he had arrived in this world.
His eyes first went to Arcturus Black, the head of House Black. Harry remembered him from the stories told to him by Sirius and the Bellatrix of his world.
But mainly, he got to know about the man mostly from Bella, who seemed to have loved her grandfather dearly.
He remembered her telling him how Arcturs was her role model and someone she always looked up to. She had always wanted and tried to become as strong and intimidating as him.
And Harry can relate to her; the old head of House Black was still a wizard you should be afraid of.
The man carried himself with all the confidence and arrogance of a member of House Black, but Harry could tell in his case that the arrogance was deserved by feeling the power of the man.
He had been excited to meet him, and he wasn't disappointed at first glance, but it was the man walking beside him that made Harry feel nervous and excited.
Charlus Potter, his grandfather, was walking towards him and was the one who called his name.
His grandparents were two of the most important members; Harry had never known who they were until he met Sirius.
His godfather was the first to tell him who his grandfather and grandmother were, and he also told him numerous stories about them.
And since then, Harry has had a hunger to meet them and a sadness that he would never be able to meet them.
But now here he was, with his very alive grandfather right before his very eyes, and he was exactly as Harry imagined him to be.
Charlus was a tall, strong man with a wide shoulder and lean, muscled frame, a rugged, handsome face, and those Potter trademark messy hair.
Harry could see so many similarities between him and his grandfather.
With all his strength, he stopped himself from hugging the elder man, who was now standing right in front of him.
Harry smiled and bowed to the two older men. “Lord Potter, Lord Black, what can I do for you?”
"Nothing, young man." Arcturus shook his head. “We just wanted to be the first to welcome you to this magical parliament.”
"Or, in simple words,” Charlus said, rolling his eyes at Arcturus, “we wanted to meet the man who just made this boring meeting interesting for once and left everyone stunned with your display.”
“Thank you, but I didn't mean it to be a display." Harry chuckled, rubbing his neck nervously. "I just wanted to prove to everyone that I wasn't lying and that I had no other ways to do it.”
“Even though it was a stupid thing to do to put your life at risk, I still respect you for proving your innocence,” Arcturus said bluntly and admirably in his own way.
“Arcturus is right. What you did today was very brave and courageous, like a true Gryffindor," Charlus said with a proud smile.
Harry laughed as he saw Arcturus roll his eyes at his brother-in-law, boasting about the house he was in at the school decades ago.
These two were really close friends, like brothers, and Harry wanted to know how a Slytherin and a Gryffindor became so close.
He was brought out of his thoughts by the voice of Charlus.
“There was one other thing we wanted to talk about, Lord Peverell."
“Please call me Harry; you are my elder, and I would love it if you called me by my name,” Harry requested.
Charlus chuckled and nodded. "Alright, then Harry.”
Harry smiled. "So, what was the other thing you wanted to talk about?”
“We want to invite you for a dinner at our house,” Arcturus told him before Charlus could, making the Potter head glare at the house black head.
“Dinner as in one place with both families," Harry furrowed his eyebrow.
"No, Harry, not at one place." Charlus shook his head. "We are both inviting you to our house separately for dinner or lunch, if that suits you.”
"So, would you accept it?” Arcturus asked.
Would he accept it? Harry wanted so much to sarcastically answer the dumb question but held back.
Because, of course, he would want it; in fact, this was exactly what he wanted and dreamed of.
He had a chance right in his hands to meet not only the family of Bellatrix and Sirius but especially their vile parents, because of whom they had suffered so much.
He had many things to say to them.
But more importantly, he was more excited to have a chance to meet his grandmother and finally look at his beautiful grandmother and enjoy her company and food, even for only one night.
So, of fucking course, he would happily accept it, and that was exactly what he did.
“Definitely” He said it too excitedly and then coughed to get his voice back to normal. "I mean, I would love it. It's my pleasure to be invited by you two.”
“The pleasure is all our Harry” Charlus grinned.
“Then when could we expect you for the dinner?” Arcturus asked.
“Don't worry about that; I will owl you personally when I finally find free time in my very busy schedule,” Harry reassured both of them.
“Very well then." Arcturus nodded. “We would take our leave, then, young Peverell."
Charlus stepped forward, patted him on the shoulder, and smiled. “Take care of yourself, Harry.”
“I will." Harry smiled back.
And with that, the two elder men walked their way out of the ministry to apparate to their home.
Harry looked at their retreating figure and heard an amusing voice behind him.
“Made new friends already, Harry?”
Harry looked over his shoulder and saw Dumbledore with his usual jolly smile on his face.
“I did.” He smirked at the old man.
“You seem to have had quite an interesting day,” Dumbledore said as they began walking along.
“It was more exciting than I thought." Harry nodded. “But I'm glad it's over now.”
“Oh why? Have some interesting plans for the rest of the day?” Dumbledore asked, intrigued.
“I have a date planned,” Harry answered with a straight face.
“With whom and where?” Dumbledore's curiosity rose as he leaned forward to hear him.
“With my pillow on my bed, where I am going to spend my whole night sleeping with my pillow in my arms," Harry told him with a smirk on his face.
Dumbledore laughed loudly, shocking everyone passing by as they looked at the old wizard laughing so joyfully.
Harry, on the other hand, shook his head with a smile on his face.
Dumbledore wasn't wrong. His day was quite interesting; it went better than he thought it would.
And he also got two invitations to the dinner, and he couldn't wait to finally meet his grandmother.
Life was really turning out to be good for him in this new world.
And slowly but surely, Harry was forgetting about his old world and starting to enjoy his new life.
Comments
J T
Ohh can’t wait for that black family meeting! Going to be good!
