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"Mister Potter, could you spare a moment?" Harry halted his steps, breaking away from Hermione's company. She shot him a quizzical look, but he motioned for her to continue on to the common room with the others. Reluctantly, she obeyed, trailing after Lavender and Parvati. The trio's voices, filled with the excitement of the day's events, faded as they departed the bustling Common Hall.
"Yes, Professor?" Harry asked as he turned around to face the old Professor.
"Dumbledore wants to have a word with you." Harry followed behind; he realized that she, too, would be part of this conversation.
"What could it be about?" Harry asked, his curiosity piqued as they ascended the stairs towards the Headmaster's office.
"When the students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang arrive. they will have their best student perform, to show their strength, and to show a few spells that are only taught in their schools, in a way is to show their strength over the other schools." Minerva informed him as they kept walking upstairs.
"I thought this tournament was supposed to be an opportunity for cooperation between schools, to get to know wizards and witches from other schools, and not to cause more rivalry between us." Harry mused, earning a soft smile from the old Professor.
"You will be right, Mister Potter. But this is a tournament where people will have to face challenges, and whenever something like this happens, people will try to be better than their competitors. Their desire to be better will make this whole thing a rivalry contest instead of cooperating and getting to know new people from other schools; when it was created, they created it as a show of strength and cooperation but also to earn new allies." Minerva explained as they opened a door, reaching the gargoyles placed in front of the wall where Dumbledore's office was.
As Minerva said the password, Harry couldn't help but wonder about her last words.
"Gaining new allies," Harry pondered, his mind filled with concern. He knew Voldemort was still out there, and the old Professor seemed to share the same worries as many others Harry had known, including Sirius, Tonks, and her parents. He wasn't certain about the Weasleys, but he knew they held Dumbledore in high regard. Harry couldn't help but wonder if this Tournament was a strategic move for the old Professor to secure support from these two Schools. If they had the backing of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang, Voldemort's chances of a repeat takeover would be significantly diminished.
Harry noticed that Dumbledore wasn't present as they walked inside, but Fawkes was still there. The phoenix smiled at the sight of him as he walked up to him. The phoenix cheered happily when Harry caressed his head softly, earning a smile from Minerva, who was behind him. His feathers felt warm to the touch, like touching a creative made of flames.
Harry really wished he had brought some food for Fakwes. The phoenix let out another chirp before flying out of the cage and landing on his shoulder. He looked at his emerald eyes, and his head jerked when they all heard a door opening.
"It seems Fawkes has found a new friend."
Harry looked up. Professor Dumbledore walked out of the room behind the desk and down the small spiral staircase.
"He became my friend the moment he brought me the sorting hat when I was in the Chamber of Secrets," Harry affirmed, with Fawkes letting out a melodic sound from his beak.
Dumbledore smiled gently. The chair on his side of the desk scooted out just in time for the old Professor to sit down. Fawkes flew to his side, allowing the old Headmaster to caress his feathers before addressing both Minerva and Harry, who were sitting now on their side of the desk. "Sherbet lemon?" he asked.
"Sure."
The old man's eyes sparkled mischievously when Harry agreed to a sweet drink, pouring one for him with his hands instead of using his wand. "Ah, finally, someone who appreciates a good drink," He quipped, a hint of amusement in his voice. Minerva couldn't help but roll her eyes at his jest, a small smile tugging at her lips.
"Why didn't you use the wand?" Harry asked as Dumbledore placed the glass with the sweet drink in front of him, leaning back against his chair, and took a sip of his own sweet drink before answering.
"When it comes to things I enjoy, Harry. I like to use my own hands, instead of just using my wand for everything. Don't you agree, Harry?"
Harry nodded in understanding as he took a sip from the sweet drink. It tasted sweet, but not too sweet to make him want to drink water right away. "It's very good," he quickly added.
Upon saying that, Dumbledore gave Minerva a triumphant look while the old Professor shook her head like a disappointed parent.
"Now, why did you call me here?" Harry asked, amused, as he placed down the sweet drink.
"When Beauxbatons and Durmstrang arrive here. One student from each school will show their strength, perhpas show their most impressive spells, or maybe an artifact. I want the students of Hogwarts to greet them properly, to make them feel welcomed here, and not have a student use their most impressive spell since it feels more like we are to face one another and leave out the opportunity for cooperation between us." Dumbledore explained, giving Minerva a look as he said it.
McGonagall let out a sigh. "His idea is to have all the students in the Common Hall sing the song of Hogwarts." She said with a blank look.
Harry's mouth fell open, and he felt a little embarrassed. He could not imagine having to do something like that in front of students from two different schools. "What? Professor Dumbledore, from all the things you could think of, you think singing a song is the best way to greet them!" Harry said, a little baffled.
"There's nothing wrong with singing." Dumbledore quickly defended himself.
"I would usually agree with you Dumbledore, but the text of this song is lacking quite a lot, if your idea was for one of our students who is good at singing to sing a good song, then I would agree, it would make the two houses feel welcomed, but I don't think all our students forming four rows and saying 'Hogwarts' over and over is a good first impression." Minerva said with her 'professor' voice that she always used with her students.
"Fine." Dumbledore let out a resigned sigh.
"I still don't understand why you called for me." Harry asked, feeling that the problem was already solved.
"Because when I told Dumbledore that Hogwarts needed a better way to represent itself in front of the other schools. He said that you could do that for us."
Oh, Harry thought as he leaned forward from his chair, the sweet drink was all gone. Harry knew what the old Professor was thinking; he could use his Holy Magic to make quite a spectacle to impress their new friends. His thoughts went to Fleur; he knew she would come to Hogwarts, and the thought of her being here made his heart skip a beat; he wondered if he could use his magic to do something for her, but using Holy Magic in front of all the students of Hogwarts, and students from two different Schools didn't sit well with Harry. He still had not told Hermione nor Tonks about Holy Magic; he wanted to keep it secret until he married them.
"I can do that, Professor, but I believe my power might raise quite a few eyebrows." Harry reminded him, knowing that he and Sirius were the only ones who knew about Holy Magic.
Minerva arched an eyebrow in slight intrigue at the words Harry had just said before looking at Dumbledore, waiting for him to explain.
"Cease your worries, Harry. Everyone knows that I taught you quite a few spells during the summer. If they have questions, they will ask me." He answered reassuringly, and Harry let out a sigh of relief. Minerva looked a little annoyed, knowing there was something there that she couldn't understand.
"I accept then, Professor. I will make sure our new friends will never forgive their first night in Hogwarts."
"Don't overdo it. Just a small show to entertain out friends. Now, you can leave."
"Actually, I wanted to speak with you anyway, so I would appreciate it if we could talk." It seemed Dumbledore understood what he meant as he turned to look at Minerva.
"You may leave, Minerva. Me and Mister Potter have something to talk about." Dumbledore said, his voice turning serious with the drop of a hat.
Minerva now looked even more intrigued by it but did as she was told. "Mister Potter, I want you to go back straight to your common room after this meeting, no running around the school."
"Professor, you know I would never do something like that," Harry said, trying to sound insulted with a hand on his chest, but Minerva wasn't buying his acting.
"You know your father said the same thing, and I found him sneaking into the girls chambers. If I found you doing the same thing. You will spend three months in detention."
Harry chuckled as she closed the door. He cleared his throat and turned his attention to Dumbledore.
"What can I do for you, Harry? Is there something wrong?"
"Professor, you told me that the night Voldemort killed my parents, he put a piece of his soul inside me, and that piece died when the Basilisk poisoned me."
"Quite ironic if you think about it. Tom was always a one-in-thousand student; he was a genius, and he would have achieved great things if he had put his mind to the right things. Sadly, he chose the wrong side, and since that day, with every Horcrux he created, he killed himself little by little, making himself more monster than a human, so it is only fitting that he kills a part of himself the same way he did when he took this dark road. He created this Horcrux to live forever, but not realising that those same Horcruxes are a curse. Now, why are you telling me about this?"
"Why can I still speak Parseltongue even after his soul was destroyed?" Harry questioned, and to demonstrate, he hissed. Is this a curse?
"I'm not sure myself, Mister Potter. I believe Parseltongue should have disappeared the moment his soul was destroyed. I believe this could mean that Parseltongue was always an ability you would have, and having his soul only made it easier to use for you. But this is only speculation, and I wouldn't worry myself, mister Potter. Your soul is clean, there's nothing left of him inside you."
Harry sighed in relief. He knew his Holy Magic was activated the moment that soul was destroyed, but he wondered something else, something that made him swallow thickly if it ended up being true. "Professor, you said that he accidentally gave me a skill of his that night. Is there any chance I did the same?"
From his words, Dumbledore quickly realized what Harry meant, and such a thought was terrifying even for him: "You fear that a piece of your Holy Magic might have fused with Tom that night. You think he might be able to use Holy Magic if he finds a body and returns to his full strength." He said with a hint of worry in his voice; he hadn't thought of that.
"Can that happen?"
"I doubt it, Harry. But even if he somehow can use Holy Magic, then he will not have expreience like you do. He probably doesn't even know that it exists. The strength you have right now. I'm sure you can fight Alastor Moody, and win against him. You are not yet in his level, but you are getting there Harry, but remember, just because you were gifted this power doesn't mean you are invincible."
"I understand, Professor. Now, I think I should leave before Professor McGonagall gets angry with you and me." Harry said humorously as he stood up from his seat; the old Professor chuckled slightly.
"Harry. I know you are worried about the future, you are worried that Tom will return one day, and I understand that you want to be prepared, but remember to always think of your friends, too. Live a little Harry, and enjoy these days while you are still young, because trust me. Once you get older, the responsibilities that adult life has for you will make your hair grey like me."
"Thank you, Professor," Harry said gratefully; he patted Fawkes's head one more time before leaving the Headmaster's office.
But once he left, Harry didn't go back to the Gryffindor Tower. Instead, he went somewhere else, somewhere he knew he could be alone and work on his new item—a Talisman.
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"I wonder who made this room?" Harry wondered out loud as he entered the room of requirements, during the summer. Dumbledore had visited him while he was staying with Sirius. He told Harry of this room, saying he could use it during the school year to practice his Holy Magic without interruptions and without the danger of anyone seeing him.
Once he walked inside, the room changed, forming a vast square room that went on for hundreds of meters. "Dobby."
"Dobby is in your service, Master Potter," Dobby said enthusiastically the moment he appeared before him. During the summer, Harry started explaining to Sirius how his second year went by and how he was involved with the Chamber of Secrets. His godfather laughed out loud when he told him how he freed Dobby. Sirius then explained that Dobby was his now since he had freed him, Mister Malfoy. When he tried to call Dobby, the elf appeared before him and asked what he needed from him.
"How many times do I have to tell you not to call me Master, Dobby? Just call me Harry." He quickly reminded him for the fourth time, but he doubted the house elf would change his way of addressing him.
"It's only right to call you Master." Dobby countered with a small smile.
Harry sighed, deciding to ignore this part and get to the reason he had called him here in the first place. "I want you to bring me tools for runes and my creator kit for talismans," he instructed him.
Dobby snapped his fingers and disappeared. It took only a minute for him to reappear. The things he had requested were hovering over his head, and with another snap of his fingers, they slowly descended until they touched the floor.
"Good job, Dobby, but tell me. Do you know an elf named Winky?" Harry asked as he grabbed everything and placed it on top of a table before opening the small box; inside were the tools needed to create talismans and artifacts.
Harry put a piece of gold on top of the table. During the summer, he learned that different metals reacted differently to rune letters and magic. But, thankfully, Harry had something that no one else did. Holy Magic.
"Yes, she is in Hogwarts right now, but she is not doing well. She feels that she failed her Master." Dobby told him with a downside look.
"Well, I would like to meet her soon. I think I can give her a job," Harry told him. Not looking away from the small piece of gold on the table, Harry grabbed a carver and a small hammer inside the kit. He focused his Holy Magic on the hammer and carver.
"Really! Oh, Master Potter. You are the most wonderful wizard in the world!!"
"No problem, Dobby. Now I would like some alone time. I need to work, so let me know when Winky feels comfortable speaking with me." The moment he said that Dobby snapped his fingers, and he disappeared.
Now that he was alone, Harry started working, using English Runes. However, he found that Greek Runes were the most useful ones. The one problem was the amount of magic and knowledge needed to make them work. If they were carved with one tiny mistake, the whole thing would fall apart like dust. Not only that, the runes required heat quite often.
Harry kept working, trying to see if he could successfully make a talisman from scratch; if he could somehow manage it, he could finally start working on his big project. 'The One Eye Mirror.'
As he was carving the rune on the piece of gold before using a small knife to cut himself. Harry winced as he cut his finger; the blood dripped from his wound and fell into the rune, causing it to glow red. Harry breathed heavily as he used his Holy Magic once again and started carving another rune, but as he was carving, the piece he carved was a millimeter bigger than it should have been...
"Noo!!" Harry cursed loudly, watching as the piece of gold melted before his eyes, turning liquid. The runes he had carved were gone, and the magic inside them burst right to his face. Thankfully, his shield was already up and protected him from the blast.
Despite the small setback, Harry wouldn't give up; even if he failed one hundred more times, he would keep trying.
After four hours of trying, his eyes felt heavy from the lack of sleep, his hands scratched and sore, dotted with tiny wounds, and his skin inflamed and swollen in multiple spots; it felt like a searing trail of fire, but Harry did not give up, as he used his hammer once again, the last piece of the last rune was carved, Harry channeled his holy magic, and the five rune marks on the Talisman glowed silver.
"Aporrofó," Harry said, and the entire Talisman was engulfed in yellow flame; the runes across the Talisman glowed silver once again. Finally, Harry used a small Holy Magic Spell; the ball of fire hovered above his palm, and he sent it towards the Talisman; the moment it touched it, the ball started shrinking until the entire thing was absorbed inside the Talisman.
"YESSS!!!" Harry shouted in joy, ignoring the pain in his hands. He cared not. His project was working.
The Talisman was made to absorb Holy Magic—a few normal elementary spells—but the downside was that if it absorbed too much, the Talisman would break, and every bit of magic inside would burst like a bomb. The Talisman needed to be activated for it to work. While it was deactivated, it would look nothing special, but while activated, the runes carved on the center would glow silver.
After thirty more minutes, Harry made a few small changes in design, and the Talisman looked like a proper Magical Talisman. The delicate golden circle, adorned with the intricate carvings of the four iconic Hogwarts houses, gleamed in the light. Gryffindor proudly sat atop the circle while Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff flanked the sides, with Slytherin claiming its place at the bottom.
"I will call you, Golden Moon."
As he looked at the Talisman he had created. Harry knew he would soon work on the mirror, but the mirror wasn't his biggest project.
No, according to Venefecia. Their family's first Holy Magic user had created an Artifact that was destroyed. When asked how it was destroyed, she told him the Holy Artifact was imperfect, and upon his death, it turned to dust before telling him that he could make what that man had failed to achieve.
The thought of creating such an Artifact intrigued Harry.
' "Why would I need to create this artifact? What does it do?"
"This artifact will bring peace to this world, Harry. The ones who make this artifact can hold the power of the gods in their hands. I believe in you, Harry. I believe you can do great things. This artifact will help you in your journey. People like Voldemort will never rise again. You can make sure people will never live in fear again. Holy Magic will guide you, it will show you how to make this Holy Artifact."
Harry pondered her words; what she was saying sounded like paradise. If this artifact could truly bring everlasting peace, it would be something he needed to have, and Venefecia had always tried to help him. He didn't have any reason not to trust her words. "What is this artifact called?"
"The Holy Order." '
Fleur
"Can I come with you?" Her sister asked the same question for the hundredth time. Fleur was getting tired at this point. Usually, Gabriella was her weak point, the one she loved the most, but right now, it was getting very diffuclt to not use the charm that would make her fall asleep. Since Harry had helped them during the Quidditch World Cup, Gabriella, who had already been a big fan of his, now seemed like she would kiss the ground he walked on.
"No, Gabriella, you can't come with me." Fleur said, a little exasperated, but she was still not shouting at her little sister; she was just a small girl with a silly crush.
"But Arry Potter will be there." The little Veela complained, crossing her arms, and then she used her puppy eyes, the kind of eyes that used to always work with Fleur, but not this time.
"That will not work, but don't worry. You can visit him during Christmas." Fleur reminded her. This made the little girl feel a little better.
Fleur's parents had agreed to have Harry over to their house during Christmas; he had helped them, and inviting him over to their house was a good start to pay him back.
Suddenly, Fleur heard something tapping on the nearby window. She turned around and saw Hedwig hooting at her. She cooed at the beautiful owl before quickly opening the window. The owl flew inside with an envelope tied to his legs.
"Hewdig, you beautiful girl. Is this from Harry?" Fleur asked, caressing the owl's white feathers.
She gave him a look as if to say 'From who else you think this is from?'
Fleur giggled as she fed her before freeing the envelope from her legs.
"Read it. Read it. Read It." Her sister danced on her tiptoes, trying to snatch the envelope from her hands, but Fleur was taller than her, keeping the envelope high enough so she could read it in peace.
Fleur opened the envelope; inside was a letter, and she quickly pulled it out and opened it, ready to read it. But what was inside confused her. Only one single word was written, and the sigil of Beauxbatons was painted on the center.
"Louloúdi." She read the word. Suddenly, the school sigil glittered gold, and golden words appeared all over the white sheet. The words became alive, forming a golden bird that took flight around her room. She watched transfixed as the bird let out a melodic sound before sinking inside the letter that Fleur was still holding. This time, the golden words formed once again in French.
'I hope you liked this little show. Is a spell that I have been working on for some time. I can't wait to meet you again, Fleur. If you want to see that again, just say the word again as many times as you want. How is Gabrielle? I hope she is feeling better now. Again, I can't wait to show you Hogwarts.
Your Friend, Harry Potter.'
Fleur felt her heart sing in happiness. She, too, couldn't wait to see him, ignoring her sister's pouting and saying that it wasn't fair.
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