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"English"
[French]
–Parseltongue–
{Talking on the Floocall/through Two-way mirror/through Patronus}
{Talking through Horcrux}
Thinking in 3rd person POV/Dream/Memory/Flashback/Others
Letter/Journal/Book/Newspaper
Time change/Date of time
Change of POV
Chapter XIII
–Butterfly–
Monday, 1 November 1971
CEP's POV
Harry looked at the way his future dad, future godfather and Ron joked around, at the way Remus, Hermione and Snape argued over classes and how Sissy was teaching (more like lecturing) his future mum over the Wizardry World way and how much it differed from the Muggle World. Then he looked at Peter, the only one beside him not in a conversation.
"What are you good at?" He wondered.
"Excuse me?"
"You must be good for something. There must be something you like to do and that you are good at. I'm good at flying. Ron's good at chess. Hera loves to read. Sirius and James I believe that it's joke around." Harry put in and the two Gryffindors smirked back. "Snape is Potions and Sissy... I better not pinpoint that out." Sissy sent him one of her smug smiles. "Lily is..."
"Flowers."
"Lily loves a good garden. What about you, Peter Pettigrew? What do you like and what are you good at?"
"I'm not good in anything." The boy argued.
Harry rolled his eyes.
"Everyone is good in something. Just stop comparing yourself to us. You think Ron compares himself to me each time I fly faster than him? Or that I run? Who do you think we turn to when we need to think? Hera. Who do we turn to when it's time to plan something? Definitely not me or everything will go against the plan and downhill with my Luck."
"I... I don't know."
"Then find out."
"Wha...?"
"Find out what makes you happy. What you like to do. What you are good at. Don't just follow people around because they are bullies and give you protection against bigger bullies."
"I resent that." James whined.
Harry raised an eyebrow back.
"Until I started stepping in... Sissy, can you tell me how many times you had to call me to join you at stopping them from messing up with Snape?"
"How many times per hour?" The girl wondered and Harry looked pointedly at the Gryffindors.
"It wasn't that bad..." Sirius argued.
Harry groaned and stepped away from Peter and approached them.
"Want to know why I am so fast at running? My Muggle-adopted cousin had a game. It was called Harry Hunting. I run. I get caught. I get beaten into a pulp." The two boys tensed up. "I learnt to run really fast." Harry added pointedly. "So, yeah. If there's one thing I hate more than Traitors and Bigoted people? It's Bullies!"
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