[HP] Dancing with the death #2 (Patreon)

Chapter #2: Harry James Potter.

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Everyone was sitting except for Harry who after a small silence strolled towards someone, with clear intent, there was a smirk on his face as he approached the witch with the purple hair.

“So…What do you think about what you saw? Cool, don’t you think?” Asked the young Harry trying to look as smooth as possible.

Harry always wanted to have a girlfriend but his universe collapsed before he could achieve that, he decided to not date until he defeated Voldemort and as a consequence, it caused him to be a little clumsy when it comes to the opposite sex.

“Uh…Yeah I guess…You’re very strong,” Tonks said a little taken aback by his sudden change of attitude.

Harry was satisfied with that answer and even if he tried to look serious, most people caught a small smile and a soft blush that quickly vanished before he nodded and got back to his seat.

“Well, well, it seems like Lily and Rose have found an interesting person,” an older wizard suddenly appeared.

“Professor Dumbledore, I’m glad you’re here, we’ve been waiting for you,” the raven-haired stranger said with a serious tone, he didn’t like wasting time, the sooner he spoke with them, the sooner he’d get to work to defeat Voldemort and get back to his universe.

“And who you might be, my boy?” Asked Dumbledore with a raised brow.

“Harry Sir…Harry James Potter,” Harry confessed and to say that Dumbledore was confused would be an understatement considering that the only members of the Potter family he knows about were on the opposite side from where he arrived and they had a not so amused expression.

“Albus…You should better look at the pensive, everything will be explained there,” James said with a worried tone before he took his wife's hand, and soon, Dumbledore decided to do as he was told.

Meanwhile, Harry was trying his best to not feel confused at the sight of his parents' counterparts, he knew them very well, he had seen them in pictures, and the versions of this universe looked the same as his parents from his original universe.

There was an uncomfortable silence as they waited for Dumbledore to see everything and when he finished, he had an expression rare to see on his face, he was shocked.

“Harry my boy…How did you become so strong to defeat him at such a young age?!” Dumbledore couldn’t believe it.

“Please sir, I’m not a kid, I’m already eighteen…” Harry said as he looked at Nymphadora for a few moments. “I’ve been training since I was seven…I was personally trained by no other than the Dumbledore of my universe and the rest of the Hogwarts staff alongside mad-eye Moody and Kingsley Shacklebolt,” his words surprised everyone.

Henry who was supposed to be Harry's counterpart in this universe was quite talented but there was no way for him to get trained by Dumbledore.

“But…Why you?” Henry asked with a frown, he tried to hide his jealousy but his sister couldn’t help but poke his ribs to make him focus on the small pain she was causing him.

“Because me and Voldemort…We were destined to fight each other due to a prophecy which I believe is nothing but nonsense, however, the wizard society from where I come from values such things in high regard,” he sighed.

Harry was surprised by their reaction, however, he then realized something.

“Don’t tell me that…There’s no prophecy here…” Harry said in a low tone.

“Not that I know of,” Dumbledore couldn’t believe it.

“Wait but if you are our son then…Why weren’t you trained by our counterparts?” Asked Lily as she got closer to her husband, she was curious about the whereabouts of their counterparts.

“Because my parents…They were murdered when I was just one year old,” Harry said in a calm tone.

He couldn’t help but feel a bit guilty for their reaction, just the implication that Lily and James were dead was a clear sign that all these people were close, he felt envy towards them but of course, his expression didn’t show that.

“You don’t seem too affected by their deaths,” the man with the long hair said.

“Well, while I do appreciate that they gave their lives for me, the moment I realized I was born to be nothing but a weapon, I realized that I was going to meet my real parents sooner, though it seems like death always has different plans,” the young boy couldn’t help but sigh, he truly wanted to meet his parents but not in this way because in a way the couple in front of him were his parents and they weren’t at the same time.

“A weapon?!” Lily didn’t know why but she was a little angry.

“That’s the way life is when your destiny has been decided before you were born, you either try to hide and pretend it’s not going to happen or you prepare yourself for the impact…I choose the latter, in a way it makes me feel like I’m in complete control of my destiny,” Harry said trying to sound as calm as possible to ease the woman who seemed to start to get angry.

She didn’t have to be angry though, or at least that's what Harry thought, he has difficulties trying to comprehend people sometimes, there was nothing she could do to stop his destiny, in fact, he was sure that the thought of him suffering in another universe never crossed her head and that was fine, that’s a burden no one should have.

“Then that means that…Did I fail as your guardian? I mean, my counterpart in your universe,” Sirius said in a defeating tone.

“Depends who you ask…You were incarcerated in Azkaban for supposedly killing Peter Pettigrew…You see, my family had to hide and you were supposed to be the secret keeper but you said it was too obvious so you suggested Peter be the one to hide the secret location, instead as no one would suspect him, he ended up betraying my parents willingly and then you decided to seek revenge but before you could do anything to him, he decided to fake his death and kill a bunch of muggles and cut one finger before he turned into his rat form and disappeared,” Harry said with a soft smile.

He decided to pause a little to grab some air after he spoke too much.

“You ended up in Azkaban and a lot of people would say that what you did was stupid but…I truly appreciated it, seeking revenge by yourself and risking everything for people that don’t share the same blood as you during war times, that’s a very noble act which made me admire my universe’s Sirius for that,” Harry finally finished, he was hoping to ease the older man’s worries.

The younger Harry didn’t understand why but all these people seemed to find a way to blame themselves when they had nothing to do with it...Could it be some kind of hero complex?

“What about me? If Sirius was in Azkaban I suppose I took care of you, right?” Asked Remus with a curious tone.

“Not at all…I don’t how it works in this universe but in mine, you had lycanthropy…After my parents died you became depressed and you flew from the country as you were too depressed after what you’d lost, you came back during my third year though but I don’t blame you for doing that, you had a lot of things on your mind to worry about me,” Harry said with a calm tone.

But even if he was trying to be nice, this only caused the older man to be angry, he would never do something like that in this universe. However, now that all the options were discarded, there was a question that needed to be answered.

“Harry…Who raised you?” Lily finally asked.

Harry wasn’t in the mood to talk about this, however, he hated drama so, as soon as he spoke about this, he could get over it and keep going with his life.

“My mother’s sister…Petunia,” he confessed and everyone gasped and to say that Lily was furious would be an understatement.

“Poor guy,” Rose said and she was being honest, she was scared of her aunt.

“It’s fine really, I must admit that I didn’t have the best time while I was living with them but at least I got out of that place by Dumbledore when I was seven, at that point, I was using wandless magic as if it were something normal, and that almost made the ICW intervene and take me away as I was a threat for the statute of secrecy,” Harry said before he giggled.

However, no one in the room giggled alongside him, most of them were looking at him pitifully, either he was hiding the pain or he was unaware that he didn't have a good life.