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Hogwarts, school of witchcraft and wizardry. Hogwarts was one of the best schools that could exist, not counting of course some small and brief problems that existed at the moment, such as the lack of subjects that had been eliminated, but Hadrian (Harry for friends and family) had managed to convince the director to rely on his mother, and with some luck, next year, there would be more subjects to work on.
They should not misunderstand, he loved school, he was a bookworm, even if he didn't seem like it, but by Merlin, he missed his mother terribly, and he wanted to go home as soon as possible.
Harry had enjoyed the end of year party that night. Madam Pomfrey had helped him up, insisting on examining him once more, so when he arrived, the Great Hall was already full. It was decorated in the colors of Slytherin, green and silver, to celebrate the triumph of that house in winning the cup for seven years in a row. A large banner, which covered the wall behind the High Table, displayed the Slytherin snake.
As Harry entered there was a sudden murmur and everyone began talking at once. He slid into a chair between Ron and Hermione at the Gryffindor table and tried to ignore the fact that everyone was standing up to stare at him – not for the first time, Merlin, he was the heir to House Potter and Drake, so it was only natural that they would be staring at him a lot.
Luckily, Dumbledore arrived a few moments later. The chattering ceased.
“Another year is gone!” Dumbledore said cheerfully. “And I’m going to bore you with some old man talk before you can start on the delicious treats. What a year we’ve had!” We hope your heads are a little bit fuller than when you arrived... Now you have all summer to get them nice and empty before next year starts... Well, I understand that the house cup has to be handed over and the points won are: fourth place is Gryffindor with three hundred and twelve points; third place is Hufflepuff with three hundred and fifty-two; Ravenclaw has four hundred and twenty-six, and Slytherin has four hundred and seventy-two.
Well, it may have been his fault, Merlin, his mother had asked him not to be so risky and there he was, practically charging headlong into danger.
A storm of cheers and applause erupted from the Slytherin table. Harry could see Draco Malfoy slamming his cup on the table. It was a disgusting sight, his mother would punish him if he did that at the house table, he had even seen his dear mother lash out at his uncle Conner for it.
“Yes, yes, well done, Slytherin,” said Dumbledore. “However, recent events must be taken into account.”
Everyone stood still. The Slytherins' smiles faded a little. Would he give away points like he gives away lemon drops? I wish.
"So," said Dumbledore, "I have some last-minute points to add. Let me see. Yes... First, for Mr. Ronald Weasley..."
Ron turned so red he looked like a sunburned radish.
"... for being the best chess player Hogwarts has seen in many years, I award Gryffindor house fifty points." Gryffindor cheers reached the enchanted ceiling, and the stars
seemed to shudder. Percy could be heard saying to the other prefects, "He's my brother, you know? My little brother! He managed to get through in McGonagall's giant chess game!"
At last there was silence again.
“Second… to Miss Hermione Granger… for the use of cold logic in the face of fire, I award Gryffindor House fifty points.”
Hermione buried her face in her arms. Harry was almost certain she was crying. The changes on the scoreboard flashed before them: Gryffindor was a hundred points ahead.
“Third… to Mr. Harry Potter…” Dumbledore continued. The room was deathly silent. “… for all his mettle and outstanding courage, I award Gryffindor House sixty points.”
The uproar was complete. Those who could add up, besides shouting and applauding, realized that Gryffindor had the same points as Slytherin, four hundred and seventy-two. If Dumbledore had given Harry one more point… But that wouldn’t have been enough.
Dumbledore raised his arm. The room was calming down.
“There are many kinds of courage,” Dumbledore said, smiling. It takes great courage to stand against our enemies, but it takes the same courage to stand against our friends. So he awarded ten points to the heir, Neville Longbottom.
Someone standing outside the Great Hall would have thought there had been an explosion, so loud were the screams that came from the Gryffindor table.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione stood up and cheered Neville, who, white with shock, disappeared beneath the people hugging him. He had never won more than one point for Gryffindor. Harry, still cheering, nudged Ron and pointed at Malfoy, who could not have been more stunned and horrified if the Curse of Total Immobility had been put on him.
"Which means," Dumbledore shouted over the round of applause, for Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff were celebrating Slytherin's defeat, "that there must be a change in the decor."
He clapped his hands. In an instant, the green decorations turned scarlet, the silver ones turned gold, and the great snake vanished to make way for the Gryffindor lion. Snape was shaking Professor McGonagall's hand, a hideous, forced smile on his face. He caught Harry's eye and the boy knew immediately that Snape's feelings for him had not changed at all. He was not worried about that. It seemed that life was going to return to normal next year, or to the normality typical of Hogwarts.
"I think Professor Snape is going to want to lynch us," Neville said, his voice shaking.
"It would be cruel to do that. Very unfair!" Hermione exclaimed, sure of her words.
Harry laughs. He knows that Professor Snape wants to kill them, his gaze tells him so, but before he can say anything else, a scream is heard and a person falls from the ceiling of the Great Hall.
—Shit! — he exclaimed, causing more than one to be scandalized —That hurt me…
—Who are you? — asked Professor Dumbledore, having his wand ready.
—I apologize, Professor, I'm Jasmine, and I come from the future — he said with a cheerful voice, as if even behind the cloak, he had a smile on his person —I know, it sounds crazy, but I came because one of your students is practically in the crosshairs of the damn war and his mother needs to do everything possible to keep him safe.
Although many people's gazes were on Potter, the mention of a mother had baffled many, since they knew that the aforementioned was an orphan, but Harry had been worried about that.
—And what do you want? — Harry said, no one knew when he stood up, no one had noticed him
—You're very good at moving without being seen — Jasmine smiled, looking at the boy
— Mom taught me, so tell me, what do you want from me and my mother? — he asked, frowning, so what if they saw him? Merlin, he had to take care of his mother!
— You're very brave boy, what I came for is to help you and this book is the key — he assured, then whistled — Rimo! How great
Harry looked at the book and tensed up when he saw his last name on it, Potter-Drake.
— Give me that, give it to me! I won't let anyone know about my mother — Harry said loudly
— Hadrian — the director called, knowing that the boy was protective of his mother — Please, if there's something we can help you with in what's coming, let me help you
Harry feels like crying, why? Why did they have to involve his mother? Why?!
“If he reads that book, I want him to swear to me by his magic that nothing will happen to my mother,” Harry said in a harsh voice.
—You have my word, my son— the headmaster nodded.
What was all that mystery about? No one knew, even Professor Snape had his doubts. As far as he knew, Lily was dead, but if so, then who was looking after Potter? No one would know.
—Fine— he sighed, looking defeated. —But if they say or do anything against my mother and uncles, I will kill them!
Dumbledore just smiled, while the others didn't know whether or not to take the threat seriously.
—You have my word, Harry— the headmaster nodded, then looked at where Jasmine was. —Will it just be us?
—I'm afraid not— the kind girl denies —I have to go find some people, but they can sleep tonight, tomorrow those who want to stay are welcome, those who don't can go back to their homes, but they will be enchanted so they don't say anything —she made four scrolls appear and gave them to the director —Those who want to leave, can sign the scrolls, those who don't, must send a letter to their parents, so they don't worry, I understand that they can take more courses, right? They can use that as an excuse
—Thank you dear— the director nodded
—I'll come back tomorrow, if everything goes as I hope— she smiles, then looks at Harry —You have my word that nothing bad will happen to your mother
Harry nods, he knows that his friends won't want to leave, but he didn't know, he wasn't very sure that it was the best idea, but if he wanted to end this, he had to be fast.
Jasmine, for her part, disappears, she has to make many trips, she hopes that Mar'i and Me'j have achieved the objective of the spell, because honestly, she did not want to know what Helena would do to them if they did not achieve it, seriously, she was somewhat afraid of her aunt.