Miscalculation

First part

May 2, 1997

The Second Magic War was over, at some other time anyone would be celebrating, but that was not the case of the warriors who were in Hogwarts, all those people instead of celebrating were giving their condolences and tributes to the deceased, to the people who gave their lives for a new future without the presence of a Dark Lord

The hero of the War, the former Child Who Lived: Harry Potter, was standing on the Hogwarts Bridge, watching with unusual calm around him, in his hand rested the most powerful wand of all, Sauco's wand, one of the relics of death and object that I use to defeat the dark wizard

Harry thought of all the people who died because of a prophecy, a prophecy that would not have existed, if Voldemort had not gone to kill him that night when Harry was only a one-year-old baby, Potter laughed without grace at the thought of how easy that it would have been to seize the magical world to man if he had only ignored the prophecy and continued the war, Voldemort was in the final stage of a war, Harry would bet that only one or two more years would have been enough for the man won, but instead he decided that it was wiser to kill a baby because in the future he had the chance to kill him

Lord Voldemort had abandoned his present and possible future as a man who ruled and dominated magical Britain, only for an uncertain future. Harry did not know Voldemort, not beyond his confrontations where more than once he almost died, and all he knew about Voldemort was the fact of being a murderer, but Harry Potter knew Tom Riddle, or part of him, he met him through a memory in an old newspaper, he met him in sixth year through small fragments of memories that Dumbledore had shown him. Harry didn't hate Tom Riddle, after all. How could he hate a half-blood boy with a Muggle last name who was doomed to try to survive for his time in a world that didn't want him? Riddle had to make a name for himself in the magical world, he had to climb the ladder of society from the bottom, and he never gave up, even if the path was not easy, the little orphan achieved what Harry could not have done for his account

Everyone who had met Harry Potter and had met Tom Riddle always said that both boys were very similar, including the same daily Horcrux had said it, but Harry did not believe it, yes, they had some similarities, such as: The color of hair, from parents of different types of blood, childhoods where both had to live in their own way, both were branded as rare or phenomena of children, but that was all, there was not a single similarity more than that, because Harry had been known as a celebrity in his first year while Riddle was the scum of Hogwarts, Harry had to face death every year, Riddle had to face blood prejudice, Harry was the hero and Riddle the villain

A villain who was forced to become a Dark Lord because of the hypocrisy of the world around him, a man who shed blood every time he wielded his wand against someone, a man who killed kind and honest people, people who did not deserve to die of that way, and just for a stupid prophecy

Harry didn't realize that someone was sitting next to him until a blond strand was present

-Malfoy What are you doing here? -

In the past, Harry would have spit out the last name, now, the last name came out of his lips wearily, he no longer wanted to argue with the blond, after all that it was a children's thing, a thing of the past

-I just want to enjoy my last moments of freedom-

Harry noticed that he was not the only one who was tired of the stupid arguments and his stupid senseless rivalry caused by a simple offer of rejected friendship, they were no longer 11-year-old children who tried to make their lives impossible every time they went through a hallway and their eyes met

- Why do you say your last moments of freedom? - I ask, I didn't understand what the boy was saying

- Are you stupid Potter ?, I'm a Death Eater, as soon as the Aurors arrive at Hogwarts they will take me with the rest of the followers of that murderer- the blond spat