Harry Potter and The Twisted Laws

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The Weasley family, along with Harry and Hermione, gathered in their backyard as the clock struck 11:50. Amidst the darkness around the Burrow's backyard, Molly Weasley, a plump witch in her late forties, was fussing around, making sure everything was in place.

"Calm down, mum," Ginny said, trying to keep up with her mother. "The fact that they are coming back from the dead doesn't mean they would be starving!"

Mrs Weasley tutted, bringing two freshly baked dishes of Treacle Tart out of the kitchen through the back door. "It's not about returning from death, Ginevra, it's about the fact that they must not have eaten something they love in years! Now, go and bring out the pumpkin pasties for your uncles and Potter, stay away from the treacle!"

Harry, who was inching slowly towards the fresh treacle tarts, froze, giving his soon-to-be mother-in-law a sheepish grin. "Sorry!"

Molly gave a disapproving click of her tongue before returning back to work. "Now, now, George, are we going to welcome the guests in the dark?!"

The lights remained closed. 

"George!"

"We can light them after the fireworks!" Whined the 21-year-old.

A few minutes later, George set the fireworks off as somewhere, the clock struck midnight. It was officially the year 1999.

The waxing moon shone brightly in the sky, some stars were visible behind the fireworks, and 15 people raging in heights appeared at a short distance.

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"And I was made the youngest seeker in a century—"

"YOUNGEST SEEKER IN A CENTURY?!" James Potter exclaimed from the front row seat. "YOUNGEST SEEKER?! SIRIUS, WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME MY SON WAS MADE THE YOUNGEST SEEKER IN A CENTURY!" He turned to Harry, standing up. "OH PLEASE TELL ME YOU MADE GRYFFINDORS WIN MANY HOUSECUPS-"

"Oh he is amazing, Mr Potter." Ginny interrupted with a smile.

"Eh. Don't call me Mr Potter, lass. Makes me feel old. I am just 21!"

"And I am 18." Harry snorted. "You ought to be 38, dad,"

James looked scandalised. "That's 17 years more to go!"

Harry sighed, "Miracles."

Lily Potter rolled her eyes. "Sit down James, you were dead for 17 years."

James sat down. "So were you."

Harry turned warily to Ginny as the others laughed softly. "Is this man really my father?"

"Genes say so," Ginny said, stiffling a laugh.

Harry sighed. "So moving on, at my first match, Professor Quirrel tried to make me fall, Snape was protecting me, we thought Snape was trying to curse me - Hermione put Snape's robes on fire and knocked Quirrel down midway—"

"HERMIONE JEAN GRANGER! YOU SET SNIVELLUS ON FIRE AND YOU DIDN'T EVEN TELL ME?!" Sirius exclaimed from his seat.

Hermione looked sheepish. "It was an accident."

"YOU DID IT ON PURPOSE!" James joined in.

"Boys," Lily and Remus said at the same time. James and Sirius pouted like little kids, slumping in their seats.

"But that was brilliant. I am angry at Granger she didn't tell me." Whispered Sirius under her breath.

"Continue." The lady who had introduced herself as Marelene McKinnon said.

"Right. So after that, we spent the entire year speculating Professor Snape was trying to get me killed, resurrect Voldemort, but it turned out to be Quirrel." Harry went on with his tale.

"Wait. We motivated you to die? We-?" Lily asked as Harry reached the part where he had walked into the forest to face death. She pointed at herself, her husband, and her two sort of brother in laws.

"Not you guys technically," Harry said. "I used the Resurrection Stone to bring you guys back and like you said you are proud of me and that I was doing the right thing —"

"Harry, if we wanted you dead, why would we come back from dead to save you - like you know - when he somehow just came back as ghosts for a while when you fought that ugly brat Voldemort in that graveyard?" James said, suddenly serious.

Harry looked confused for a minute. Hermione cleared her throat.

"That's what the Resurrection Stone does. It's not the spirits of our loved ones that come. Death comes himself in the form of our loved ones and convinces us to die. That's what happened with the second Peverell brother."

Everyone stared at the brunette. "That's just my theory!" She said, blushing.

"You are bloody amazing!" Exclaimed Ron, grinning and in awe of his future wife.

"Right." Harry said, trying to get the grip of the story again. "So, after that, Voldemort killed me, but instead of killing me, he killed himself."

A few face-palmed.

"Alright." Harry said again. "In more detail, when Voldemort had tried to kill me for the very first time, he had made a Horcrux- in me."

Many paled.

"And when Voldemort tried to kill me again that night, he killed that horcrux himself."

He quickly finished the rest of the tale.

"And that's how Ron, Hermione, and I found the horcruxes, destroyed them, and then finally ended the war. If I had to give credit, it would have been a lot, but this is meant to be a simple summary. So yeah.........The End." Harry concluded, trying to blink back tears as two pairs of proud eyes followed his every movement. "Okay now, you can go with the get-togethers."

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Hey,

Sorry for the late and lame chapter.

There's a lot on my mind right now and it's making it hard to write.

The vacations are here so yeah, you may expect a new chapter soon again.

Sorry for the delay.

[A month and a week]

Yours,
HP_Always 𓂃🖊