Mistake Managed || Potter Twins/wbwl (DISCONTINUED)

•|Cursed Scar or Cursed Not?|•

Author's Note:
Ok, I'm pretty sure I owe y'all some explanation. So... about Cedric... Honestly no one ever suggested Hedric (?), it just randomly pops in my mind. I guess making Harry attracted to Draco suddenly is... kinda weird? Like they have been friends for years, and Harry is as oblivious as always. So I don't expect him to suddenly understand Draco's feelings towards him or his feelings towards Draco. But rest assured I am leaning towards the ship that is suggested the most. *wink, wink*

Umm.... and has it been more than a month since i last updated? So yeah, that happened, sorry. If you're still here, welcome back :D

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"It is as if Albus wants us to either choose Harry or Henry's life!" Lily snapped, rubbing her head in frustation.

"Lils, I have to tell you something that I might've been keeping from you for... years," James murmured.

"Merlin! What's it this time?"

"It's about Henry's supposedly cursed scar. I don't think it is cursed, only a reminder of what happened to Henry the night You-Know-Who attacked. But because Dumbledore insisted, all i could do is bring Henry to monthly appointments to help preserve the scar when it starts fading."

Silence. One minute, two minutes, three minutes...

"Wait... scar?" Lily faced darkens as she came to a realisation, "It should have faded if it isn't cursed, yes..."

"Uh, Lils... I'm not sure if I understand?"

"Wait," She sighed, "Dotty!"

A house elf popped in front of them.

"What can I's do for Mistress?" Dotty questioned cheerfully.

"Can you please bring Harry here?"

"The Young Master? Dotty does that!"

"Yes, thank you."

"Dotty's pleased to help!"

Another pop and they waited.

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"Mother?" A knock from the door was heard.

"Yes, Harry, come in."

The door creaks and Harry saw James, "Oh, um... you're here too."

Lily walked towards Harry and tilts her head down. She lifted her son's head and gently brushed his hair aside. There. There was a scar, and it is not fading. If Henry's faded... does that mean...

"James, we need... the Order," Lily quivered, "Now."

"Mother? Wh... what's wrong?" Harry asked.

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Order members arrived one at a time from the Potter's floo.

"What's wrong? We got your patronus saying it's urgent," Molly said.

"Indeed. It's urgent."

Heads turned, as Dumbles stepped out of the floo. They all sat down in one of the Potter's larger drawing room.

His eyes travelled around the crowd and landed on a short green-eyed boy, "Ah! Harry, my boy! Come here, come here."

Harry felt reluctant but all eyes were glued on him. He approached the old headmaster. Dumbledore did something similar to what his mother did to him just a few hours ago.

"Ah, yes, indeed... surprisingly—"

"Surprisingly what?" a rather impatient witch asked.

"Surprisingly, I think you owe us an explanation, Albus," James replied instead.

"Indeed, indeed," Dumbledore smiled, "I have kept it a secret for far too long."

"What are you—" Sirius twitched.

"Well, I thought it would be rather unwise to publicly announce the real Boy-Who-Lived to the world, as it would make him a target for everyone, including Voldemort," Dumbledore explained, "Keeping Harry out of public's eye will do us good."

"What do you mean Albus?" A wizard asked.

"Well, a few weeks ago i revised my plan to James and Lily. It is about sending Harry off to spy for us. Voldemort will be interested, as he believes that Harry is the brother of the Boy-Who-Lived, the saviour of the light. Harry will make it easier for him to prove a point to the dark side on how the light side is slowly losing hope."

"Won't he be even more interested if he knew that Harry is the real Boy-Who-Lived? Why hide the truth?"

"It is for Harry's safety. Who knows what he will be planning to do if the Boy-Who-Lived suddenly appears before him. Knowing that Harry is Voldemort's downfall, he will  not hesitate to draw his wand."

Hums of understandment is heard. Many seemed to like the idea.

"Well then James, Lily, seeing as how beneficial this plan is, what do you suppose is the right decision you should make?" Dumbledore glinted.

Most of them looked at the Potters with hopeful eyes. The pressure of agreeing with Dumbledore's plans is intense. They should have stopped him from telling them his plans.

"I..." James murmured.

"Fine," Harry smiled, "But with one condition—"

"Wha— Harry! No! That's basically a death sentence you're walking into!" Lily hissed.

"Ah, Harry, my boy," Albus smiled tearily, "anything you wish for, you are contributing largely after all.

"I want you to announce the lies you have made about Henry, and who the real Boy-Who-Lived is to the Wizarding World," Harry smirked.

"Why?" Sirius questioned, "You-Know-Who will target you then!"

Harry chose to ignore his godfather, "That's my only condition."

"Of course, Harry," Dumbledore replied.

At least now, Harry will be trapped in the lion's den... or snake's pit, to be more precise. Dumbledore smiled.

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Harry had only wanted to meet Draco at the newly opened cafe in Diagon Alley, not to be suffocated by a mass of reporters.

"Harry Potter, what is your thoughts regarding—"

"Mister Potter, would you give us a short state—"

"Do you feel betrayed by Albus Dumb—"

"Hey Harry," A familiar boyish voice greeted, "Oof—"

Harry wished he had a camera then. Draco being squashed by a crowd of reporters, face showing a "help me" expression surely is a rare sight. Harry pushed through the crowd and smiled at Draco before casting a disillusionment charm on both of them. They reached the cafe and laughed.

"You should have done that to yourself before stepping foot in Diagon Alley!" Draco complained.

Harry rolled his eyes, "Just be thankful I'm kind enough to do it for the both of us. I did not expect that I will be an interesting topic to write about."

"Merlin, Harry," Draco whispered, "You're literally a celebrity now! You shouldn't expect less!"

"Umm... I guess?" Harry laughed, "Well, you're here and not injured by any crazy reporters. I guess you had successfully escaped the great old scary Lucy."

"Merlin Harry," Draco whispered, "My father will NOT hear about this. He will kill me if he found out I'm in some cafe hanging out with you rather than finishing the book he gave me."

"Aw, you know that Lucy will never harm even a single strand of your hair," Harry cooed, "He loves you too much."

Draco's ears brightened into an alarming shade of red, "Stop it. Why am I even friends with you?"

"Because I'm amazing," Harry boasted.

"Sure," Draco thought with a smile.