[HP] Ghosts from the future #12 (Patreon)

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Chapter #12: Goodbye.

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“Hurry up wormtail!” A possessed rat said with an angry tone.

The thing had the face of Voldemort, but this was just temporary, as right now, both Voldemort and his most loyal follower were back in the cemetery, it was time for another resurrection, the potion was being brewed and like always, wormtail was with his dramatic shenanigans naming the ingredients but then something happened when it was time to put the bones there.

“Wormtail, you’re wasting time!” Voldemort said angrily.

“My lord…This can’t be…” Peter said as he looked at the coffin where the remains of the father of his master should be.

“What? Let me see—” Voldemort couldn’t continue because he gasped as soon as he saw what was going on.

Nothing, there were no remains, no Bones, nothing, the thing was completely clean as there were not even dusted bones.

“Let’s take my grandparents Bones and—” Voldemort couldn’t continue because soon, he was whimpering in pain.

“My…My lord…” Peter said scared as he saw his master’s rat head spinning around its own neck.

“No…!…It can’t be!” Voldemort said with a painful tone.

Wormtail couldn’t get any answers from his master because soon, he was disintegrating slowly, Voldemort tried to run away but sadly for him, there was no place to run.

“Master wait!” Wormtail said as he followed his master’s rat form.

“No, I can’t die…I’m the greatest wizard that has ever existed, I cheated death this shouldn’t be happening!” Screamed the thing before it lost its face.

Soon, the rest of the body followed suit, and Peter Pettigrew could only stare with horror at what just happened.

“No…There’s no way…Master is dead?!” Wormtail couldn’t believe it.

And so, the end of Voldemort finally happened, in the end, he died as nothing but a coward, ironically thanks to his Horcruxes he saw dying as something pathetic and now, it's thanks to them that has made him live his last moments as nothing but a pathetic rat and speaking about rats.

“I need the get the fuck out of here!” Wormtail said with a scared tone.

He knew he was going to become a target of the order and he also knew that his death eater pals weren’t going to be happy knowing that he was the last one who saw the dark lord alive.

Meanwhile, in the room of requirements there was a silence once the black mist disappeared from the room, the older Harry barely managed to remain in his feet as having the mental strength to fight the curses Voldemort placed in some of his objects was no easy task.

“It’s done…He’s gone for good now!” The older Harry finally declared.

To say that the people in the room didn’t know how to feel would be an understatement, however, the important thing was that Voldemort was gone already, no more bullshit no more cheating death, the bastard was gone.

“Is…Is it true?” The younger Harry asked with a hopeful expression.

“Yes, he’s gone but if you don’t believe me we can go to the room of death in the department of mysteries, In that place the deaths of magical people get registered the moment they happen,” Harry told the whole group of people and they were listening with complete interest.

“Don’t worry…I’ll speak with someone I know from that department,” Kingsley suddenly said with a soft smile.

Meanwhile, they moved from the room of requirement to the great hall, and soon, the other teachers joined the room, they weren’t happy to see Snape but they couldn't do anything against him, Voldemort already threatened them with killing the non-Slytherin students if they left their positions.

Five Minutes later Kingsley came back with a parchment, he looked a bit worried but in the end, he decided to be honest.

“Sadly I could only get the deaths registered after midnight, luckily that bastard died past midnight, right?” Asked Kingsley and the older Harry nodded. “Ok, I’m going to read the names, let’s find out if it’s really true,” he added with a slight smile.

He clarified his voice before he started.

He named a lot of names dying at the same hour and the location was on Privet Drive, so, the older Harry concluded that those were the death eaters he killed when Voldemort was confronting his younger self.

“Harry Potter?!” Kingsley wondered why the name was there but it was also crossed.

“Well…I had a soul anchor too, I died but I came back because Voldemort only killed the part of his soul that was inside me,” the younger Harry said completely embarrassed.

Snape gaped, so, that's why Dumbledore wanted Voldemort to be the one to kill the Potter. Kingsley on the other hand decided to continue, there’ll be time for questions later.

“…Bellatrix Lestrange and Tom Marvolo Riddle,” Kingsley's words caused Hermione, the younger Harry, Ron, and Ginny to gasp.

Very few people knew that was Voldemort’s real name only the order was the more aware of this fact.

“So, it is true then…He’s dead, he’s gone for good!” The younger Harry couldn’t believe it.

He was free, no more attacks, no more prophecies, he was finally free of this nonsense magical people believed to be true.

“Still, the difficult part is just starting, however, you guys should focus on your school as the term is getting near,” the older Harry chuckled at their disappointed expressions.

“What’s coming up next, then?” Asked Professor McGonagall with clear interest.

She still didn’t know who this man was and why the order was following him so blindly, but still, that didn’t stop her from getting interested in him, not in a romantic way but in a curious way.

“Well, it’s time we retake control of the country,” the older Harry said before he looked at his younger self. “I know you hate it but, you need to make amends with the ministry, we need to work together to capture the death eaters that work in the ministry,” the older Harry tried to sound reasonable but he was more like ordering.

The younger Harry wanted to protest, the last thing he wanted was to become a poster boy for the government that stabbed him in the back and locked up his godfather without a trial.

“Harry…You always protested that you hated the fact that order never treated you seriously,” the older Harry started. “But being an adult is about doing things you don’t want to do even if they’re necessary, trust me, that’s what I learned very well after I became an Auror,” Harry’s future self finished.

To say that the younger man was disappointed to hear those words would be an understatement, he always knew there was going to be a point in his life where he had to be a hypocrite like most adults just because it served his purposes but he was expecting it to take some time before that happens.

“I know this will help save people…Still, that doesn’t ease my disdain,” Harry couldn’t help but sigh disappointed.

“You’ll get over it, don’t worry, and the sooner you learn how to navigate through the hypocrisy of the government, the sooner you’ll learn how to protect yourself, and who knows? Maybe even avoid another Voldemort from existing,” this was the first time the future Harry was looking at the younger Harry with an understanding expression.

It seems like no matter the timeline or place in time, they were still the same deep at heart.

“Will you be there for me to guide me?” Asked Harry with a tone full of uncertainty.

He hated getting close to someone because at some point he knew he was going to lose them.

“Yes, I’ll be with you all the way as long as time lets me be in this plane of existence,” they shared a handshake.

And for the first time, the younger Harry felt like he could trust someone, after all, there's no better trust than the one you have in yourself.