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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧
𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚎
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Later back in the Leaky Cauldron, Hagrid and Harry, are at a long table, eating soup. Everything is too quiet, Hagrid soon notices this.
"You all right, Harry? You seem very quiet," he asked.
"He killed my parents, didn't he? The one who gave me this. You know, Hagrid, I know you do."
"Something is wrong," Tom muttered to Madeline.
"I agree something seems off,"
Hagrid, sighed and pushed his bowl away, " First, and understand this, Harry, 'cause it's very important. Not all wizards are good. Some of them go bad. A few years ago, there was one wizard who went as bad as you can go. And his name was V-...his name was V-..."
At this point the atmosphere became tense. Yet, the teachers could see bets being made. And snarky comments being thrown at each other
Harry: Maybe if you wrote it down?
"Really?" Hermione asked.
"What?!"Harry protested.
The others watched expectantly for her answer. "Nothing," she murmured.
Hagrid: No, I can't spell it. All right. [quietly] Voldemort.
"Ha!" A string of profanities left James's mouth, as he gave the younger Black fifteen galleons.
"I knew it, he would be blamed," Regulus whispered to Sirius.
" Oh, how they are being fooled..." Sirius whispered back.
Harry: Voldemort?
Hagrid: Shh!!
Harry looks around to see if anyone heard it.
Hagrid: It was dark times, Harry, dark times.
We flash over to a flashback on the night at Godric's Hollow, consisting of a cloaked man walking towards a house, breaking in with his wand, and proceeding to terrorize. Hagrid narrates.
"Voldemort started to gather some followers, brought 'em over to the dark side. Anyone that stood up to him ended up dead. Your parents fought against him, but nobody lived once he decided to kill 'em. "
Harry's mother, Lily, screams in pain as she is killed by Voldemort's wand. Green flashes are seen from the windows outside the house. Then, we see Voldemort pointing his wand at an infant Harry Potter's head.
Nobody...not one. 'Cept you.
People looked at the screen with various emotions. The Light family cried and shouted at the screen. Some looked at Harry with sympathy, and Sirius hugged James tightly.
The Death Eaters -however- didn't believe that had happened; something was wrong.
We flashback to the present time.
" Me? Voldemort tried to kill...me?" Harry asked bewildered. A thought ran in his mind, 'Something is not adding up."
Hagrid: Yes. That ain't no ordinary cut on your forehead, Harry. A mark like that only comes from being touched by a curse...and an evil curse at that.
Harry: What happened to...to You-Know-Who?
Hagrid: Well, some say he died. Codswallop in my opinion. Nope, I reckon he's out there, still, too tired to carry on. But one thing's absolutely certain. Something about you stumped him that night. That's why you're famous. That's why everybody knows your name. You're the boy who lived.
"More like the boy-who-is-being-lied-to," Nymphadora muttered.
.・゜-: ✧:-
The scene changed.
𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝟗¾, 𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧.
Harry gasped in awe as he looks at the scarlet train.
"Beautiful isn't it?" Ron Weasley asked from beside him.
"So that's how you met," Bill commented.
"How do you enter the Platform?"Remus asked.
"That is a secret."
"It is."
"Ron, Ron Weasley," He introduced himself.
"Harry. Harry Potter." Before the conversation could continue. The whole platform hushed down.
The Blacks and Malfoys had arrived.
"Let me guess, a dramatic entrance," Blaise deadpanned.
"Always," Draco told him smugly.
People gasped in awe as they made a dramatic entry.
"Why are we shocked, after all these years," Felix spoke dryly.
"How wonderful," Alexander told sarcastically appearing next to them when Ara walked in: her heels clicked on the floor, as her cloak wished behind her. Harry raised an eyebrow questioningly at Ron.
"Is that your brother?" Gideon asked the Weasleys, who nodded.
"The Blacks are the most powerful and wealthy in the entire world. And Alex, my brother just happens to hate Ara Black," he explained.
The Blacks large ego inflated a bit more.
"Why does he hate her?" Nephthys asked. There was no reply.
"Wait, I know her," he exclaimed when Nova appeared.
