Last Son of Earth

Chapter III -The Strike-

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"Talking"

'Thinking'

/Sign Language\

–Parseltongue–

Thinking in 3rd person POV/Dream/Memory/Flashback/Others

Letter/Journal/Book/Newspaper

Time change/Date of time

Change of POV

Chapter III

–The Strike–

Hogsmeade weekend, mid November 1943

HJP's POV

"Why Peverell?" Jeremy asked.

"I have this memory... my memory is messed up so to have a memory of something may not be completely real." The teenagers nodded. "Of being the Heir of Peverell. Of being at their gravestone. Ignotus Peverell was my ancestor, I can't tell why I'm certain of this but I am. Which is strange because if not for the fact that I have HJP inked into my arm I wouldn't know for certain that that was my name."

"What your family did to you was terrible." Eileen whispered. "Didn't you have at least portraits or mirrors and...?"

"All dead." Harry snapped, only for a hand to appear on his neck and he gasped as Tom held him back before another panic attack. "Sorry." He added, embarrassed.

Neither Tom nor the four teenagers commented it out, their table going into silence as they finished their pie. After the teenagers paying their drinks and sharing the pie's money (Harry only getting his tea and Tom's Butterbeer on the debt), they left the bar and walked around the town. They stopped by the clothes store halfway around and Madam Malkin took Tom's sizes while taking his preferred clothes styles and colours.

"Harry?" Harry hummed as Tom frowned at the appearing Wizards around the town. "Now would've be a good time to take out your wand."

Harry looked at the Men in Red and rolled his eyes, he took out his Apothecary shop's key and gave it to his ward.

"Get inside, now." He ordered and his wand jumped up from it's holster onto his hand just as the first scream started. A child's scream.

Harry closed his eyes already dreading what this really meant...

–LSE–

TMR's POV

Tom entered the shop, ordering Dobby to put a protection on the potions and balms so no one would've pick them unless for Harry and Tom. Like Tom suspected, Harry started to bring students into the shop and before Tom could argue about space, the room enlarged to the size of Hogwarts' Great Hall.

"Salazar, is Mr Harry powerful." Jeremy whispered by his side as Dobby made benches appear all around with tables for everyone to sit at.

"Older and more mature." Tom agreed. "Dobby, contact Professor Slughorn, tell him where the students are being hidden."

"Yes, Young Master Tom."

Harry kept appearing with more students and adults that after seeing Tom's P from Perfect on his school robe would sit down on a chair and try to keep the calm around. Finally Dobby showed up with Professor Slughorn, the blond Professor looked around and then approached Tom, just as Harry appeared with two crying thirteen girls. A Witch stood and approached, pulling them to the side to calm them down.