Fixing the past (Sirry)

Chapter 1

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The war ended.

But the victory was so bitter that nobody celebrated.

The victory tasted like defeat due to so mane factors, that since the health of the Boy-Who-lived was announced, the Wizarding World went into mass hysteria as several Death Eaters where still free and swore revenge against him.

The Ministry provided as much protection as they could, though he wasn't safer than inside 12 Grimmauld Place where the protections were as strong as in Hogwarts.

Right in the library of that place he was at that moment with his best friend, the Muggle-born witch Hermione Granger, reviewing all the books that could help him improve.

"It's a lost task Mione" Harry sighed throwing to the table the heavy book he was holding "We have inspected half the library and there's nothing"

"We have to keep searching" the witch said while she was placing 3 more books at her side of the table "It's been 3 weeks and your condition is only getting worst"

"Do you think there's a solution?" he questioned raising a brow "Several mediwizards had come to check me and neither know what happens to me"

"That's it" she exclaimed getting up suddenly.

"What?" he asked disoriented by his friend's suddenly cheerfulness.

"You've been checked by mediwizards" he raised a brow asking for an explanation "Witches and wizards, you have to be checked by other magical folk, goblins"

"You want me to go and see the goblins?" she nodded in response "Are you crazy!? Have you forgot our 'little' incursion to the Bank?"

"You know as well as I do that the goblins are more than happy about that, we rid them of a really dark and cursed magic together with a traitor"

"And we fought an incredible battle yeah, yeah" he moved his hand to the front in the nervous tic he knew he would have always "Your point is?"

"They have to check you" she concluded, and Harry then knew he was condemned to obey her.

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"There must be a fucking mistake" he replayed after reading the parchment for the third time.

"There is not Lord Potter" the goblin patiently explained in charge of the check.

There were 3 goblins in the room, the goblin whom managed his vaults, the healer goblin that checked him and Ragnok goblin, the director of the Bank.

"Harry?" Hermione warily asked, like if she was dealing with a deer went crazy from the flash of a camera.

"What does this means for me?" he decided go bluntly.

"You're dying Lord Potter" the healer goblin explainded "If you hadn't meet your mate, there would be a possibility that this would not happen, but you did know him"

"Mate?" the anger of Mione for not knowing something was tangible.

"I'm a creature Mione" he resumed "My mate died and now I'm following his steps"

"Who was your mate?"

"Sirius Black"

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"You know, I even think it's poetic" he said spiritless.

"What is poetic?" she asked.

"My godfather it's my destinated couple, my soul mate and he was locked in Azkaban, and the Wizarding Word haunted him to "protect me" and now many would pay for him to be alive and keep me in this world to use me" he laugh without heart "Ironic"