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Harry Potter, Divination Tower

"Are you sure it's her we should, see? The divination class is pure garbage Jon” Harry spoke with doubt in his voice, when his brother informed him that they had an important meeting

At first, Harry thought that it was some family that wanted to be induced into the Stark-Black-Potter coalition, lately many owls flew to request a meeting about it

However, when Jon informed him that he had a meeting with Professor Trelawney, Harry thought his brother was crazy or confused

No one, in their right mind, would want to talk to Professor Trelawney of their own volition

"Don't worry, trust me, Harry," Jon replied at the same time they began to go up to the divination room

When they arrived, the door opened by itself, and both wizards entered the room, much to Harry's confusion, Jon had his wand in hand and was fully alert

"Jon, are you sure you’re, okay?" Harry asked again

"Wand on guard, Harry," was his brother's only response in a serious tone

Harry paused for a moment at those words, for some reason, Jon was alert, even so, Harry took out his wand and took a defensive position

"Sharpen your senses as I taught you, tell me what's wrong with this place" Jon ordered completely concentrated

Harry frowned, he still didn't quite master the technique Jon mentioned, the process of "feeling" the flow of magic was natural for the Starks, and although it's a technique that can be taught, it was quite complicated to master

Harry just closed his eyes and concentrated, remembering Jon's teachings, the flow of magic, like a breeze, following a specific pattern through everything, at first, he didn't feel anything out of the ordinary, everything was normal...

Too normal... Usually the magical currents are constantly changing, it's the nature of chaos, after all, the feeling of this room was... artificial, as if...

Harry's eyes widened, looking around, the more attention he paid, the more inconsistencies he found

"I see you felt it, it's time to chat with the professor," Jon spoke, at the same time that his wand began to glow with a powerful white glow before the incredulous eyes of the young Gryffindor

“Dear? Is something wrong? Is everything okay?" the disturbing and annoying voice of Professor Trelawney was present

As Harry prepared an answer, Jon responded by taking his wand in a manner similar to a saber, Harry watched as a green glow with wind magic began to condense, shaping a new spell, a wind saber, designed for close combat, and to Harry's horror, his brother brandished the new spell through the professor's neck.  Cutting off the head in one blow

"JON!" shouted Harry as he approached the professor's corpse, looking at his brother with absolute terror

However, Jon simply replied

"Use your senses, discern reality from illusion, Harry," ordered Jon, who was still in a defensive position

Those words made young Potter hesitate, and he looked at the professor's corpse, but not with his eyes, but with the rest of his senses

And he notice it...

The previous pattern, cyclical and always at the same time, a lie, a deception

A simple illusion... Harry thought with a frown

And just then, the professor's head just started laughing

"HAHAHAHA you haven't lost your charm Jon, or should I say, Aemon?" asked a seductive and feminine voice, completely different from the one Harry knew from the professor

"Show yourself, we must talk," Jon ordered completely seriously, still with his wind sword in his wand

The head simply pouted, and responded

And a second later, Harry watched completely overwhelmed as the entire divination hall tore apart on itself, as if fragments of reality began to crumble, giving way to a kind of celestial hall, with a starry sky and golden pillars with dragon heads, which illuminated the area with a soft purple flame

And in the center of the luxurious living room, a huge bed, with hundreds of cushions, where a beautiful and ethereal woman was resting, platinum blonde with cerulean eyes, looking at Jon with amusement

What the hell is going on? Harry thought worriedly

"I didn't think you would come back dear, it's been more than a year since our last meeting," the beautiful woman spoke, as she stood up gently and began to walk towards them

Jon, for his part, lowered his wand, canceling the spell and responded

"Circumstances have changed, considering that you have called me Aemon, you must be aware"

Harry looked at Jon in confusion, why does he call himself Aemon?

Seeing his brother's face, Jon sighed and said

"Jon, was the name that my uncle, the person who raised me in the absence of my parents gave me, however, my parents called me by another name, I am..." at that moment, Trelawney interrupted and, walking towards Jon with eyes of amusement began to speak

"Aemon, of the royal house Targaryen, scion of old Valyria, chosen one of the Old Gods of the forest and lord of dragons, archon of Dragonstone and King of Westeros," the professor exclaimed aloud, causing Harry to open his eyes more and more, when he heard Jon's titles

Or Aemon, Merlin, it would be hard to get used to

"I need your knowledge of clairvoyance to glimpse events of the past," Jon ordered, while looking at the professor, making it clear that he was not asking for a favor

He was giving an order

Harry thought the woman would be angry at Jon's insolence, however, to the young Gryffindor's disbelief, the seductive woman looked at Jon from head to toe and replied

“Yes... at last, I see a dragon, someone who does not deny what he is, and accepts it and embraces it with pride, I see less and less Jon the bastard and more and more Aemon, the king” murmured with absolute devotion the woman

A second later, the woman spoke casually

"I suppose that, due to Mr. Potter's presence at this meeting, you wish to glimpse the truth about the murder of Lord James and Lady Lily."

Jon and Harry looked at the woman in disbelief

"No, my visit was about an event two hundred years ago, about the Hebrides and..." However, Harry interrupted the moment

“JON! What's wrong? Is she Professor Trelawney? What do you mean by the murder of my parents?” Harry asked full of questions

And he would demand a response

Jon looked at his brother in embarrassment and replied

"You're right, Harry, she's Sybill Trelawney, a clairvoyant and master of the mental arts."

At those words, the woman in question looked at Harry with amusement and simply made an elegant courtesy

“but... but divination is...” before Harry could finish speaking, Jon and Sybill interrupted him

"It is a very inexact branch of magic, true seers have no control over their visions," they both replied with a mocking tone

"As I explained to Aemon a year ago, true clairvoyants hide among wizards, in the same way that wizards hide from Muggles, wizards believe that divination is inaccurate and useless, because that is what we have wanted them to believe" reported the beautiful woman

Harry listened fascinated and incredulous, imagining that an entire society of clairvoyants lived under the noses of wizards and witches, in the same way that they did with Muggles was surreal

"Although this is very interesting, you mentioned the truth about the murder of my parents, what do you mean" Harry demanded determinedly, staring at the beautiful woman

Sybill, on the other hand, simply laughed in total amusement

"Well, well, a lion to the core Mr. Potter, are you sure you're ready to know the truth about the murder of Lord and Lady Potter?" asked the woman seriously

Jon detected danger in the woman's voice and tried to intervene

"Harry maybe you should think a little better..." however, the young Gryffindor replied impulsively

“Yes, I'm ready”

Jon sighed as the professor laughed softly

"So be it," murmured the enigmatic witch and, a second later, the tattoos on Sybill's arms began to glow, at the same time that the entire room began to change rapidly

The golden pillars and all the luxuries disappeared, giving way to a filthy and dirty pub, where, to Harry's surprise, there was a young Professor Trelawney, dressed in the "usual" way in old rags and her huge and horrible bottle glasses, the woman was talking to a younger headmaster Dumbledore

"I'm afraid that, for the time being, Hogwarts will have to refuse your services, Miss Trelawney," Dumbledore spoke, as he stood up

Harry's concentration on the scene was broken by the professor's words

"I'm showing you the beginning of Hodric Hollow's tragedy, this was my interview with Albus Dumbledore, where I was looking for a comfortable place to settle down and continue my studies having all the comforts without having to work," Sybill replied with a mocking laugh, followed by a sigh

"Alas, the Headmaster had rejected me and resigned me to just looking elsewhere, until..."

Suddenly, the Sybill Trelawney of memory gasped in pain, blue smoke came out of her mouth, and her eyes blurred, at the same time that her pupils and irises turned translucent

Seeing this, Professor Dumbledore looked at the young woman in horror, followed by the following words

“The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches... Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies... And the Dark Lord shall mark him as his equal, but he shall have power the Dark Lord knows not... And either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives”

Both Jon and Harry looked dumbfounded at the manifestation of a royal prophecy

"As you can see, even I am a slave of Lady Destiny, a primordial prophecy, those that I cannot control and that come when they please, just at the most inopportune moment" As he said that, Sybill pointed towards the door of the bar, where Jon and Harry looked at as a man suspiciously similar to the headmaster, threw out a hooded man dressed in black,  who did his best to finish listening to the conversation, without success

Harry didn't have to be a genius to know what it means

“Those words, my birthday is July 31st, when... the seventh month dies...”

Jon with continuous frown

"It's well known that Lord James and Lady Lily were among the few who fought Voldemort and lived to tell the tale, besides that..." Jon began, looking at Harry's forehead

"He marked me as if I was his equal..." murmured Harry completely overwhelmed

"Voldemort killed my parents because he wanted to get to me, it's my fault that they're dead" Harry murmured, his mind was a complete mess

"HARRY!" shouted Jon, shaking his brother out of his terrible thoughts

"It's not your fault, the only one to blame for your parents' death is Voldemort, no one else," Jon snapped firmly, looking at his brother

However, Trelawney spoke up again

“That... it's not entirely true," the woman interjected with a serious look

Jon and Harry looked at her

“What do you mean? Do you know anything else?” demand to know the young lion

Sybill was silent, looking at Harry with doubt in her eyes untils he simply sighed and said

"As soon as your parents found out that Voldemort was after them, they used a powerful charm to hide, so powerful that even Dumbledore and Voldemort would be unable to find them, the Fidelius charm," Sybill said in an academic voice

Both Jon and Harry nodded at those words, both knew the enchantment, although they had never been able to conjure it

Then Sybill snapped his fingers again and the pub disappeared, giving way to a small village, judging by the children in costumes, they were Samhain and both Harry and Jon watched curiously as a pair of figures with black hoods walked towards the small house

One was tall, with an elegant bearing and a firm step, he moved with power and determination, while the other was chubby and short in stature, a subordinate evidently, who moved his hands nervously, while looking around

"My lord," exclaimed a shrill and high-pitched voice, which annoyed Harry at the mere fact of hearing it

"Silence Wormtail, I have a job to do," I command a voice familiar to Harry, the one he had heard in his first year in Quirrell's head

Voldemort's voice

Harry and Jon watched helplessly as the tiny being knelt down and said

"The Potters' house is located at number 2, Godric's Hollow, West Country" murmured the damn voice, they both knew what it meant, that person had just betrayed Harry's parents

Without deigning to answer, the elegant figure entered Harry's parents' house, while the young lion watched helplessly, while tears ran down his cheeks uncontrollably

Everyone knew the outcome of this painful memory

Voldemort threw a powerful bombarda towards the door, at the same time that Harry was able to hear his father's voice for the first time in his life

"Lily, it's him, take Harry and..."

And just at that moment, the memory ended, Harry, Jon and Sybill returned to the luxurious suite of the elegant woman, who took a seat elegantly, giving the young lion a second a much-needed moment to compose himself

Harry had his gaze fixed on the ground, that memory... it was the last minutes of his parents, the moment when that traitor and the damn Voldemort took away the opportunity to grow up with his parents

Jon didn't say anything, he just grabbed Harry's shoulder firmly, at that act, the young lion tried to get rid of his brother's hand, however, Jon just took it more firmly and said

"We'll find him, find out who that damn Wormtail was, and make him pay, when we're done with him, the bastard, will never wish he had dared to betray the noble and ancestral house of Potter" Jon promised

Harry, still with his eyes downcast, just muttered

"Do you swear to it?"

Jon, without hesitation, replied

“I swear, brother”

Harry looked at Jon, still with tears in his eyes, but in them, there was only one feeling

Desire for revenge, to avenge the death of his parents and to avenge that life that was taken from him

Harry stretched out his hand, offering it to Jon, who knew perfectly well what Harry was offering

A blood pact, the ultimate union between families except for marriage, a brotherhood that would not be broken, a promise that they would watch each other's backs, until the end of time

And Jon, decisively, took Harry's hand

"Brothers to the end," they both murmured, while elegant threads of crimson magic intertwined them with each other, the dragon and the lion were allies until the end of time

And then, Jon heard that voice that had not been present since his adventure on the train

“I am thou, thou art I, yours shall be the wings of freedom, and the birth of the Death Arcane, Balerion”

And Jon, for a fleeting moment, was able to catch a glimpse of a spectral, towering-looking figure in Gothic armor, chained and heavy coffins draped over his shoulders with a black dragon head, behind his young brother, before disappearing

Leaving the strange event for later, Jon looked at Sybill and spoke

"We have a lot to talk about, I hope you don't have any plans."

The beautiful woman smiled and settled into her comfortable bed and spoke

“I have all the time in the world dears; something tells me that our lessons will be very... stimulant”

None of the three of them was able to comprehend how real the beautiful woman's words would be