One Body...Two lives...A Harry Potter Romance/Mystery

Chapter 19

Recap:

Counting the number of doors, I made my way again to the third door on the left. Noting all the closed curtains on all the beds, I tiptoed in, being as silent as possible. The last thing I want on my first day...or really early second day... was to make enemies with cranky girls I accidentally woke.

"Holy mother of pearl!"

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I tried to suppress yelling out.

Hopping over the rest of the way to my bed, I held onto my toe for dear life.

"stupid frickin' fricker" having made it a goal not to cuss…often…I made up some of my own odd-ball words.

"I see you made it here intact on your own...well, almost." some voice joked, a chuckle obvious in their voice.

Hermione's head peeked out around the curtained bed. It was two away from my own.

"Hardy harr harr." I rolled my eyes. "What are you still doing up anyway?"

I was still focused on my foot, but I could still see the light peeking out from behind her curtains.

Looking up, I could see the outline of something in her hands. "Just catching up." she shrugged.

"Well, have fun with that. I'm wiped out. I swear, it's like no matter how much I sleep, I'm still dead tired." I yawned.

Pushing myself back onto the bed, I crawled under the blankets and curled up. Laying there, I closed my eyes and tried to fall asleep. Something was wrong though.

Five minutes turned into twenty, and even with my eyes tearing from each yawn, I just couldn't fall asleep.

And, I wouldn't be able to- not until I got this off my chest.

I pushed up, holding myself on my side with my arm. Brushing my curtains aside, Hermione’s light still continued to shine through hers.

Good. She hadn't fallen asleep yet.

"Hermione." I whispered.

"Yeah? What is it?"

"Well, this may seem like an odd question, but....what is it exactly that voldermort has done to the wizarding world that makes him so horrid?" I wondered.

She took a deep sigh and warily placed a marker in her book. "You know World War II, right?"

"Bits and pieces. I was mostly home schooled growing up; and when I was going to public school we had just started reviewing it when I left schools for good." I recalled, giving out my own sigh, remembering all that happened that year.

"But did you at least learn about its main reason, about Hitler?"

"The gist of it, yeah."

I could see her shadow lay back into the pillow. Folding her hands behind her head, she thought for a few more moments. "In this world, he-who-must-not-be-named is basically Hitler."

"He-who-must-not-be-named?" I questioned

"It's what we call Lord Vo...vol-"

"Voldermort?" I finished in surprised.

She heavily gulped way in the back of her throat.

"Yes, but in this situation, instead of killing the Jews and trying to create a race of blonde hair blue eyed Aryans, he's killing mud-I mean muggle-born witches and trying to leave all the pure bloods." She spat at the end, as if she had just cussed...or almost did.

"What's the difference?"

"A pure blood is a wizard or magical creature born of two magical born or two magic wielding parents. The term muggle means non-magic, so you can take an accurate guess on what a muggle-born witch is."

Even still, he couldn't have been in the ranks of Hitler. I may not have had too many lessons, but before I had left school I had seen a books worth of pictures, and just one picture was enough to lose all appetite for a week.

It was inhumane, and the fact that there could be two people in this world that have had the same mind...then what will this world come to when that mind finally gets the advantage overall, beginning and end.

"I know he's evil, but he couldn't have been World war bad...it's impossible to duplicate that." I persisted for the heck of conversation, not processing what I was saying.

"No, he's worse. If we didn't have to hide our magical world from the non-magical world, he would have started the War of Worlds. Thousands of lives have been taken, and the souls of survivors have been destroyed at his hands. And he hasn't succeeded this by standing behind the strength of his army, he is one of the most powerful wizards, so all magic is on his side. It's obvious who had to have told you about him. So why don't you trust Harry?" She asked, more accusing once everything else had been said and done.

"What do you mean?" I said, afraid to raise my voice any higher to her, even if on accident. What had I gotten into, just for a simple question?

He's one of the few around here that can actually say his name without cringing, without any thought to it; other than pure hatred that is.

“I guess he didn't tell you everything with the way you feel the need to question it." her voice became agitated by the second.

What was I to do to fix this? Already I had people hating me?

"I wasn't questioning Harry. It's just that he never told me exactly what this guy had done. And, I know you explained, WW2 I know, but it's just eerie thinking that there could really be two of those men in the world...one of them still around. It's just nice trying to think that just maybe someone will say that he's not all that bad. That once he used to be a gentle man and even though he's evil now, at least his victims won't have to suffer through the same pain and torture that Hitler's did." I explained quickly, hoping she'd believe me-but I wasn't sure if I fully believed it myself.

Was that really why I wanted to know about him?

She gave a deep, grieving sigh and rubbed her temple. "I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me. It's just that, one: just like you I'm muggleborn myself and I fear everyday that he'll become one step closer to my own family; and two: well- did Harry even tell you?"

"Tell me what?"

"He-who-must-not-be-named killed Harry's parents." Her curtains were now wide open, and her book had slipped off her lap."And in the overall situation, he is worse than Hitler in every way. He has magic and power that, instead of destroying just one world, he just might try to destroy all worlds; both magic and non alike." It was obvious she was done informing, but was pleading. "Lynli, I know we just met and I don't want to sound nasty, but he-who-must-not-be-named is not something you want to start your life on in this world knowing. I'm sorry for what I have told you, cause if you know what was best for your safety and self-assurance you won't continue. If you hear more down the line, so be it, but don't persist him."

Obviously he was a murderer, though how many people it didn't matter. A murderer was a murderer, no matter if you think the cause was just.