Harry Potter and the Wizards of Narhassa

Chapter 26: Only the Good Die Young... Except When They Don't.

Harry and Draco had left the Chamber of Narhassa without another word to the Narhassa students, or to Jessica, who gave them their space. Jessica was wandless, and none of the other students had their power... and currently possessed the magical power of Muggles. They deduced that there was no way that they would be leaving the summit of Ben Nevis without their powers, and would be there until Dumbledore notified the Ministry about what happened.

The trip back to Hogwarts was long, tense... and very cold as they rode the night sky well into the early morning. Yet, this time, Draco had prepared himself some warm clothing, and Harry's own attire was complimented nicely by a warming red belt he wore underneath his robes; a gift from Sirius.

It was nice to know that, had the lava hit Harry, he was sure that the heat wouldn't have harmed him.

Finally, the spires of the school appeared in sight. Hogwarts at night was always a marvelous sight, but tonight, it was simply breathtaking. Lights of all colors shimmered at various points as the school itself seemed to radiate magic. To Harry's utter surprise, it was clear that the school was repairing itself of all the superficial damage done by the assaulting Narhassa students.

It is simply fascinating how magical Hogwarts really is.

Harry became aware that Draco had slowed by his side, and begun trailing behind him.

"Well, Potter," said Malfoy with a smirk. "It seems this is where we go our separate ways."

Harry only now remembered that Malfoy was in fact a wanted man, as well as expelled from Hogwarts.

"Don't be ridiculous," snapped Harry. "We'll tell Dumbledore what happened... and what you did tonight. He's all about second chances."

Malfoy shook his head. "No, Potter... I'm better than that. Perhaps I can attend school in Beauxbatons, or Durmstrang... or maybe that American school, Castagloria. If I march in there, and Dumbledore does not forgive me, I will be sent to Azkaban."

"That's barmy, Malfoy!" snapped Harry. "On what charges?"

Draco stared at Harry condescendingly. "Oh, gee... where to begin? How about kidnapping and assault, for starters?"

Harry shrugged. "That never happened as long as Hermione and Ron suddenly change their mind and say there never was an assault or kidnapping."

"Oh right," scowled Draco. "And your word will undo my theft of the Sword of Gryffindor and the Sorting Hat?"

Harry shook his head as he floated upon his broom, a bit closer to Draco for emphasis. "Nope... but giving them back will."

It seemed to Harry that the more liberated he proved Draco to be, the more visibly upset he looked. Draco did not want to be wrong, even about something like this.

"And what about the Underage Magic Offense?"

Harry cocked his head at Malfoy, who shifted nervously. "Ok... fine Malfoy. You aren't going to be happy unless you are guilty of something. You are right."

Malfoy visibly relaxed at that sentiment. "Damn right, I'm right. It is my favorite thing to be besides good-looking."

And, for the first time Harry could ever remember, he beamed mirthfully at Malfoy. "Come on then, you wretched Slytherin. Let's go clear your name."

This arched a silvery brow in his direction.

"If I didn't know better, Potter, I'd say you were almost eager to help me..." trailed off Malfoy.

Harry smirked and spurred his broom forward. "Let's just say if I had the choice between you dying and a random person in China, I just might pick the random person in China."

"That is MY LINE, you mangy git!" snapped Malfoy as he sped after him.

* * * * * * * * * * *

"Mr. Potter," said Albus Dumbledore, his eyes sparkling with disappointment as Harry and Draco took a seat within his office. It was clear that the Headmaster had nothing to say to Malfoy and had even taken the Sorting Hat from him without a word. "You have no idea how disappointed I am with you right now."

"Professor?" asked Harry, his smile quickly fading.

"Silence, Mr. Potter, please," said the Headmaster, maintaining a soft, but hurt tone. "You left the school in the middle of a crisis, and freely subjected both yourself and all your friends to mortal peril."

Draco scoffed loudly. "Two things, Headmaster... when isn't Potter subjecting himself to mortal danger, and bugger it... I am NOT his FRIEND!"

"Five points from Slytherin," snapped Dumbledore, looking back to Harry.

Both Harry and Draco looked at each other for a moment...

"Wait a minute," said Draco. "How can I loose House Points if I am expelled from school?"

This, at last, brought the hint of a twinkle to Dumbledore's wise, blue eyes.

Picking up on Dumbledore's hidden meaning, Draco nodded. "I'm not too good at this part... well, I've never done it... and, well, I plan to not make a habit of doing this... and damn, this is going to break my self-image... but..."

Dumbledore smiled weakly. "You are welcome, Mr. Malfoy."

As if Dumbledore had just bailed him out of Azkaban, (which was not that short of the truth, all things considered) Draco breathed a sigh of relief.

"Anyway, Mr. Malfoy, I need to speak with Mr. Potter by himself... I am sure you can find your way back to your common room."

Without another word, Draco rose with half-smirk upon his face. Once again, Malfoy had the look of someone who had come off as the victor. With a skulking step, he snooped out of the office, closing the door softly behind him.

Harry sighed and lowered his eyes. "I'm sorry, Headmaster."

Dumbledore shook his head, his disappointment still clearly evident to Harry.

"Harry, know that I am not upset about the result of your actions. What you have accomplished tonight has squelched what could have gone down in history for thousands of years to come as the Night of Narhassa, where Voldemort rose above a level any mortal could ever hope to reach."

Harry sighed and lowered his head.

"I am upset, however, at the loss of Ron Weasley," said Dumbledore sadly. "I know how difficult this loss must be for you, but..."

"Professor," said Harry calmly, his eyes smiling while his face remained calm. "Ron is alive."

Dumbledore looked at Harry, as if not quite sure how to take this.

"You are right, Harry," began Dumbledore tentatively. "He will always be alive in all of us... but..."

Harry now smiled, his expression of calm stoicism being wiped clear off his face. "Ron is alive, inside my head," Harry leaned forward in the chair, and to the best of his ability, explained the events that transpired upon Ben Nevis, from his arrival to his departure.

Harry's tale had the Headmaster positively transfixed.

Once Harry finished, Dumbledore blinked his eyes for the first time since Harry had begun explaining.

"You care about Mr. Weasley more than life itself..."

Harry cocked his head, not sure what Dumbledore meant. "Err... well, I'd give my life for his in a heartbeat, if that is what you mean."

"Not exactly," admitted Dumbledore. "A sense of duty is all that is needed to give your life for another. No, Harry, what I mean is that you would think of your life as meaningless, if Ron Weasley was not a part of it."

Harry recalled all too well his actions taken, while under the impression that Ron was dead.

"I suppose so," said Harry.

Dumbledore nodded slowly. "You have a bond with Ron then... much in the way as you have a bond with anyone whose life you save. However, your bond with Mr. Weasley is much deeper, for in a way, every moment Ron lives, he is saving your life... and I am sure the same holds true for his sentiments for you."

Harry nodded, understanding Dumbledore's words.

"By simply existing, Ron Weasley is saving your life... for without it, your life would have no meaning in your eyes. That, Harry, is the strongest sort of connection you can have with another human being. It is one of the strongest kinds of love that exists in the world."

Harry continued to nod.

"We have known for some time that your scar is unique, and is all but a mystery to us; it was created in a way that has never been replicated before... the successful resisting of a Killing Curse."

Dumbledore smiled kindly, his disappointment having been vanquished by the prospect of Ron's continued existence.

"Your scar is a symbol of life, Harry... it fights to keep you alive. It warns you of Voldemort's presence and hatred, it protects you from the Imperius and the Killing Curse... and tonight, by taking in Ron Weasley's essence, it protected your life once again, for without Ron, your life... for all intent and purpose... would be over."

Harry felt his emotions clashing within his head. Part of him could feel a lump swelling up within his throat as his sentimental emotions played their hand. Part of him could feel a smiling tugging at his lips, as the joyous emotions called. But, the one emotion that took place in Harry's mind was determination, which beat out the other two, causing them to fold.

"You are right, Professor... and now, it is time to restore his essence and bring him back to life."

Dumbledore smiled genuinely. "Yes, of course it is... I will tell you the side-effects, however, I know all too well that they will not matter. Nothing will make a dent in your resolve to bring your best friend back to life."

Harry sat back again, listening.

"You must understand that a body is simply a shell that a spirit uses to affect the world around him, so do not take what I am about to say as negative," explained Dumbledore, "but, as you know... Ron's body is destroyed. As you just told me, it was crushed by Voldemort's snake and has begun to decay on top of the mountain."

The unpleasant language and imagery made Harry swallow a nervous gulp of air.

"In order for Ron to return to real life, Harry, he must have a body... yet not any body will do. The body must be familiar to him, or his soul will reject it. His soul must also be able to bind with the body and be a welcome presence, or the body will reject him."

"Err... but how?" asked Harry. "How can I find a body for him that will be right?"

Dumbledore's eyes twinkled. "You will not find a body, Harry. You will make one..."

At first, Harry was confused, however, he quickly came to the realization of what he must do.

"You want me to make a simulacrum?" supplied Harry.

Dumbledore nodded. "Using this Sorolith, you can create a simulacrum, and implant Ron's soul within. Due to the powerful connection between you two as it is, the body will not reject his soul, and his soul should not reject the body."

Harry's ecstatic feelings were kept in reserve as Dumbledore held up his hand, silencing him before he could speak.

"You must further understand Harry, you will forever create a bond so powerful between you two, that you will not only feel each other's pain, you will experience it and you will undergo it. If Ron breaks his leg, you will break yours as well and vice versa. Giving a soul to a shell simulacrum will create these side effects..."

Harry nodded, hanging on Dumbledore's every word. "Go on."

"Also," explained Dumbledore. "You will be bound to Ron in the same way as Seth Redetyor and Voldemort are bound... you will be able to see each other's dreams, feel each other's stronger emotions, and even have limited telepathic abilities with each other."

"That's wicked!" exclaimed Harry, seeing this as less of a problem and more of a perk.

With that, Dumbledore stood up and moved over to Harry's side. "And the final thing you need to know, Harry... is that Ron will have your body, which will make you identical twins."

That caused Harry to chuckle. "While that might secure Hermione a place in St. Mungo's... I think we will all live through it."

Dumbledore smiled kindly and scratched his long beard. "It will take a few days to create this simulacrum. Classes have been postponed for a week, as a result of the attack, so I shall work with you closely. We will need the Sorolith to both create the body and channel Ron's soul out of your body and into the clone."

Harry nodded, thrilled by the prospect.

"Professor," asked Harry, becoming pensive for a moment. "What is to happen to the Muggles on top of Ben Nevis... and Carle Spencer?"

Dumbledore calmly stroked his beard. "They are being rescued as we speak... all of the muggles will be given Memory Charms... as will their families." With a simple chuckle, the old man continued. "They believe they attended Smeltings Academy as exchange students, and had a great time."

Harry's face suddenly stiffened. "Not Sean too, right?"

Dumbledore simpered slightly. "Of course not, Harry. He will always be welcome to visit Hogwarts as a guest and I think we can trust him to keep a secret." The old man winked at him.

This put Harry back at ease.

"And, as far as Jessica Rennings, or Carle Spencer is concerned... I am certain they will not find her on the peak of Ben Nevis. Harry, something tells me her father was overseeing the events from a distance, and decided to help his daughter. Sadly, the Wizarding World has not seen the last of her, I am certain."

"And Redetyor?" asked Harry, almost afraid to hear Dumbledore's explanation.

"As for Mr. Redetyor," said Dumbledore calmly, with his kind, even temperament. "I have decided that he can be Hagrid's assistant... he is very smart and capable, and surprisingly good-hearted when most of his troubles have been forgotten. I have adopted him as my own son, though I don't fancy myself as a good father figure, after the boys I have raised so long ago." Dumbledore's tone hinted at a slight bit of shame.

Harry blinked. He was not exactly sure if this was good news or bad news. "Err."

The good Headmaster smiled, putting his own sentiments to the back of his mind and showing a row of perfect white teeth in the process. "I've erased all the pain from his memories. Despite being a Muggle, he still has a small amount of magical potential... his bond with Voldemort ensures it. When he is not with Hagrid, he will learn how to use a wand, perhaps even become the Caretaker one day, if Filch ever moves on."

Harry shrugged. Despite his own personal feelings about Seth, he honestly did not think he could be much worse than Filch.

"Now go on," said Dumbledore, his eyes twinkling with new life. "Tell Sean and Hermione the good news about Ron."

* * * * * * * * * * *

"I knew you could do it, Harry," said Ron, his blue eyes twinkling as the light of the fire reflected off of Ron's ginger hair. He was, as Harry would always see him... tall, redheaded boy who was his best friend.

Harry smiled. Once again, he knew he was dreaming... only this time, he did not want to wake up. They were within the Gryffindor Common Room, where Harry had finally retired just as the morning sun was peaking over the Forbidden Forest. Hermione had kept him up all night talking...

One tragedy, in both their minds, was that Sean... once again... was mute. It was the power of Narhassa that assisted his speech... but now Narhassa was gone. When Harry told them the good news, he had calmly sat back and listened, his expression enthusiastic and overjoyed, despite his own personal loss.

"I would have lost my soul to Salazar if it wasn't for you," said Harry. "I trust you overheard... and saw the conversation with Dumbledore, right?"

Ron nodded... it was clear that his best was able to exert full control over Harry's dreams and make himself completely known.

"I've always wondered what it would be like to have a twin brother... I guess now, I'm going to find out."

Harry shrugged. "Fred and George don't seem to mind it."

Ron clicked his own tongue in amusement. "Though, unfortunately, my good looks have to go. I wonder if I will have any better luck with your hair."

The dreaming boy reached up and patted his disheveled head. "Wow... you just did a Malfoy."

Harry laughed genuinely as Ron choked over his own tongue.

"Anyway, Ron, give us a few days... and your new body will be done"

Ron ran his fingers through his own hair. "I'm not going anywhere..."

* * * * * * * * * * *

Draco calmly walked through the halls of Hogwarts, two days after their trip to Ben Nevis, humming a song under his lips. Hogwarts was all but empty, as most of the kids went home for this small postponement to be with their families after the terrible uprising.

He knew he had no family to return to now, though that did not bother him all that much. It always suited his image to live day by day and never think all that much about the future. Always reserved in his speculations about tomorrow, Malfoy had always been content to live for today.

And so, he had not thought anything of the letter that he received yesterday until right now. It was from Hermione and it asked him to meet her by the lake, after lunch... today.

Draco strolled out of the main hall, his shoes crunching upon the icy snow. All the color magical emanations from Hogwarts had ceased, restoring its pristine, untouched look.

It was a quiet, overcast day with black clouds visible in the distance, an ominous warning that a snowstorm of no small proportion was on its way. Despite Draco being ten minutes earlier than the arranged time, Hermione was already waiting for him.

Hermione's hair blew gently in a slight breeze, stirring like the leaves upon a branch. Her soft, pensive expression was squinted against the cold of the lake, as if peering across hoping to spot someone. Malfoy made it a point to soften his step and sneak up on her. It was amazing how able he was to pull his weight and glide over the snow soundlessly.

Upon closing within ten feet, he smirked and spoke louder than he needed to.

"I trust you have a good reason for insisting I speak to you out here... Malfoy's are a tropical people, you know."

Hermione nearly fell into the lake with surprise as she spun around, her face flustering red.

"Must you always sneak up on people?"

Draco smirked as he thinned his lips with amusement. "I would have sounded a cavalry charge, but I left my horn in my other knickers."

Hermione could not help but smile. "I suppose you are wondering why I invited you out here alone..."

"Nope," said Draco offhandedly, as he stretched both his arms above his head slyly. "No need... you want what I have and desire me in the worst way. Yes, I get that a lot."

Hermione met Draco's pious modesty with a curled lip. "You really do think you are the Earth's greatest gift, don't you?

"Yeah, what can I say?" said Draco airily. "Life took out a lone to come up with enough man to make this Malfoy."

"You could try shutting up for a change and letting me talk," offered Hermione.

Draco arched his brow. "Pity, I was just getting myself started."

Hermione sighed and let a short silence lapse between them. Draco could not help but notice how, when the sun hit her face straight on, it brought out a wonderful sparkle within her brown eyes that made her seem so alive. It was indeed quite a turn-on... for he was used to seeing girls like Blaise Zabini, Millicent Bulstrode and Pansy Parkinson...

Ugh, thought Draco. Just pictured them all together at once... I feel violated.

"Malfoy... I wanted to talk to you about what happened on Ben Nevis..." said Hermione, sounding a bit awkward and strained but otherwise keeping to her bossy, straightforward tone.

Draco clicked his tongue. "Ah yes... the part where Voldemort made the assumption I fancied you... when I was not up to seeing you fall four-thousand feet and liquefying into the ground below."

Hermione blinked slightly, looking a bit miffed that Draco was so quick to pick up on where she was going. "Yeah... I suppose..."

There was nothing accidental in Draco's motion as he took another step closer to her, halving the distance between them.

"How's the simulacrum coming?" asked Draco.

Hermione sighed and shook her head. "No, Malfoy... don't change the subject."

Draco raised his upper lip in feigned disdain. "I think Weasley's resurrection is a more important subject than my own personal feelings... mmm?"

"Yes," said Hermione quickly. "But there is nothing to talk about there... Ron will be back; I know it. Harry and Professor Dumbledore will have it finished by tomorrow."

Draco slipped his own pale hands into the folds of his robe. "That's good to hear."

"I really want to know... do you?" asked Hermione pryingly, with a bit of red flush to her cheeks.

Oh this is rich, thought Draco, puckering up his face as if he had just bit down on a lemon.

"Do I fancy you?" snapped Draco, shaking his head and turning around. "Can you be any more pathetic?"

Without another word, Draco turned around and began a brisk walk back to the school.

"What!" snapped Hermione as she began to follow him, "it's a simple question, isn't it?"

Draco spun around, glaring at her. "What about you, Mudblood... do you fancy me? Would you be in trouble if we were trapped in a room together with alcohol and a hot tub?"

"No," said Hermione quickly... a bit too quickly. "I did not want to lead you on."

A loud snort echoed off the wall of the school. "Right, that is why you invited me out for a private little chat by the lake, when we practically have the whole school to ourselves."

Hermione swallowed a lump in her throat, the sign of weakness that Malfoy needed to pounce.

"It does not even matter," said Draco, with a chuckle. "I know who you like anyway... you think I did not see that kiss you and Weasley exchanged before summoning your Patronus?"

This rocked Hermione back on her heels. "You saw that?"

"Look, you are a Mudblood and he is a Muggle-lover," said Draco factually. "It doesn't work out better than that."

It seemed that the constant use of the word "Mudblood" had made Hermione soft to it, for she lowered her eyes, not looking upset about the word. She ran her hand down her own face, as if fatigued. "I suppose it doesn't."

And then, Draco acted on his impulse, doing something that appeared to catch Hermione completely off guard. He took her hand as it slide down her chin and kissed the back of her palm.

Without another word, Draco walked away and rounded a corner. It was clear to him, before he was out of earshot, that Hermione had not even moved.

Damn, I am still so suave it should be illegal...

* * * * * * * * * * *

"Oh, excuuuuse me," said Harry, smiling good-naturedly. "I didn't know you were the end all guru of information when it came to women."

Both Harry and Sean were alone in the Great Hall, dining on a leisurely breakfast the next day. They were both so eager that they had stayed up all night talking... well, with admission, Harry did all the talking while Sean wrote down simple messages upon the parchment Hermione had enchanted to always erase itself after the person he was talking to read his line.

Sean shook his head, a smile crossing his own face. He quickly scratched a message in front of him and pushed it over to Harry.

I know enough...

"Hey," said Harry, "just because you snogged my best friend doesn't make you clairvoyant."

Sean smirked again, dipped his quill into the bottle of ink, and scratched out a quick message.

No, but you forget, I know what people mean when they speak.

This had Harry conceding the point. "You ... really think Lavender Brown has it in for me?"

Sean nodded.

Harry took a bite out of his smoked ham. "And what gives you that impression?"

The small red-haired boy scratched out his reply, taking a lengthy amount of time.

She licks her lips when she begins a sentence with you, and when she ends one she subtly shifts her weight from one foot to the other, without fail. She does not do that when she speaks to anyone else.

Harry scoffed with disbelief as he read, pointing his finger at Sean's parchment as it erased itself after he finished reading.

"You are good..."

Sean nodded, and briefly made a gesticulation with his hands. During the last few nights, when Neville had gone to sleep and Harry and Sean had the entire common room to themselves, Sean had been able to teach Harry a few basic words, which served to make it easier for them to communicate...

... that, and of course, all the swear words Sean knew how to say with his hands.

Thank you, signed Sean, which Harry understood.

"So when are you heading back to the Colonies?" asked Harry.

Sean quickly made a scratch upon the paper in front of him. Tonight... I insisted upon sticking around for Ron's recovery.

Harry sighed, but nodded. "Stinks you are going..."

Sean shrugged uncaringly, but his face betrayed another emotion as he stared at his plate, with a slouched body language. Harry was keen enough to pick up on it.

"Alex seemed to be more tolerable when the lost his Narhassa powers," said Harry with a weak tone, "and when he didn't recognize me after Dumbledore overdosed him with Memory Charms. I think he called me Cody... thinking I was someone else."

Sean continued staring at his plate.

"Sean, can I ask you who Cody was?" asked Harry, sounding a bit coy. "If it's too personal... I heard you calling his name out... when the dementors were on us."

Sean waved his hand and shook his head. He calmly took up his parchment and quill and began to write.

Cody was my little brother.

Harry winced slightly. "Was?"

Sean nodded, visibly swallowing a lump in his throat as he continued writing.

I was sick one day, so Cody took the bus to school alone... they crashed on the way to school.

"I'm so sorry, Sean," said Harry, who had suddenly lost interest in his smoked ham.

Sean shrugged and wrote a bit more, taking about a minute to finish.

The bus flipped over on a muddy road, Cody had gotten out, realized his best friend was still trapped within...his leg was caught. Cody went back in to save him... the bus slipped off the rest of the road and rolled several times. He didn't live through it.

Harry sighed and sat back in his chair. While he had never had a brother of blood, he could empathize with Sean on the point... for a short time, he knew what it was like to loose a brother.

"I see fearlessness runs in your family, Sean."

Sean looked up from his parchment and blushed slightly, offering Harry a weak smile.

Thank you, he signed.

* * * * * * * * * * *

Later that day, Hermione, Sean and Harry met in Dumbledore's office. The work upon the clone was complete and it did not look very shabby at all. It was a perfect replica of Harry, dressed in Hogwarts robes. Only one detail set the simulacrum apart, but it was indeed distinguishing (which Hermione still continued to count her blessing for)

The clone was missing the scar upon its forehead, for unnatural markings did not seem to be replicated upon the body.

Seth Redetyor calmly watched from a corner of the room, leaning casually against the wall. Harry could not help but feel ill at ease by his presence, though Dumbledore assured him that he did not remember a single thing about Narhassa, or his enmity with Harry.

The simulacrum stood upright, its head lowered and its eyes closed. It was pale in color; it was nothing more than a simple shell.

"Good, good," said Dumbledore as he calmly inspected the clone over one last time. "Everything is prepared... Seth, can you hand me the Sorolith please?"

Harry's eyes were momentarily drawn to the Tom Marvolo Riddle look-alike, who nodded and withdrew the Sorolith from his robes.

"Sure, Albus," he replied calmly and handed to orb to the Headmaster. "Hope this works... it is truly an amazing piece of magic."

Dumbledore quickly hummed in consideration.

"Alright Harry, now... take hold of the Sorolith." Dumbledore extended the metallic ball, but did not release it.

Harry nodded and complied, putting his hand over Dumbledore's, sandwiching the orb between them.

"Now, Harry..." began Dumbledore. "This will be difficult... you must think of nothing. While there is no risk involved, Ron will need you to be totally complacent and blissful in order to escape your mind and into the Sorolith... from there, we will guide him into the simulacrum.

"If you have a hard time," added Seth calmly, "focus on rotating your head around... it will make it difficult to put your brain to work on another task."

Everyone looked to Seth, for it was still so alien for him to seem genuine, if not even compassionate.

"Err... thanks," said Harry, trailing off with unease as he decided to take Redetyor's advice.

It was surprisingly easy, following Seth's tip, to clear his mind of any rational thought as he focused on moving his head around. There was nothing going on within his brain, a simple, quiet emptiness that was, no doubt, exactly what Ron needed to escape his head.

Calmly, Harry and Dumbledore both aimed the indentation within the Sorolith at Harry's clone. Without any delay, a blast of red light shot forth, colliding with the body forcefully and toppling it over without a reaction...

... at least for a moment.

"Uhhh..." groaned Harry's clone upon the ground as it's light green eyes opened. "That... was... wicked!"

Harry's smile was so bright that he was afraid he would blind anyone who looked at him. Hermione laughed happily, grabbing Ron's new body up and covering him with a massive hug.

"Oh, thank god!" she cried, burying his head into his shoulder.

"Can't see..." muttered Ron, in Harry's own voice.

While Harry was simply overjoyed that his best friend was back, he knew this would be something he would need A LOT of time getting used to. Without a second thought, Harry removed his glasses and handed them to Ron.

Ron accepted them and put them over his eyes, blinking for a moment. Harry grabbed him in a huge hug, causing his best friend to grunt.

"How do you feel?" asked Harry as he released his best friend, only to grab him by the shoulders again. It felt as though he were looking into a mirror, even though his vision was a bit blurred.

Ron stared at Harry, his expression a bit hard to discern through the blur.

"Short," was all Ron said.

Harry never felt happier in his entire life.

* * * * * * * * * * *

Epilogue

The next week was most interesting, as students returned for two more weeks of study, before Christmas Holiday.

Gryffindor smoked Slytherin in the final Quidditch Match of the season, after Draco made the slight blunder of chasing after Ron... who was in fact not Harry, and was not going for the Snitch, but rather the Quaffle.

Very few-blamed Draco for this oversight, as it was more than common. Fred and George had made the joke that, since Harry was all but adopted as the 7^th Weasley brother, the Burrow had "another pair of Weasley twins on their hands."

But no one loved it more than Ron and Harry, who, after the first few days, realized it was not so awkward. To Harry, no matter how briefly he looked at Ron, he never saw himself. He saw Ron... for that was who he was. To set himself a part, (and prevent Hermione from having to always lift either Ron or Harry's low-riding bangs to discern who she was speaking too) Ron chose to wear golden glasses, which differentiated him from Harry upon closer examination easily.

Communication with Sean was a feat that Harry could only praise Hedwig for. Despite having to fly halfway across the world and back, she would always make the trip within a few days and back, with Sean's reply. Harry deduced that Owls must be able to Apparate, which would explain his warning from the Ministry within twelve seconds, after the Dobby incident. Sean would often brazenly boast that he had just got in from surfing in the seventy-degree weather that Southern California was known to have during the thick of winter.

Draco Malfoy had begrudgingly accepted Hermione's invitation to stay with her during the Holidays, for everyone seemed to know that Malfoy was on his own now. While Harry had to hold Ron down from drowning Draco in the lake upon first hearing the news, he was finally able to accept the fact that Hermione was not interested in Draco... now that Ron was back.

Once this became perfectly clear, Ron did the most "un-Ronly" thing Harry had ever seen him do... he did not hammer Draco into the wall when he came by and, after about five minutes of trying to spit it out, thanked Hermione for the invitation.

Eventually, however, everything settled down into an easy routine. School resumed as normal. In Hogwarts, strange things were happening constantly... it was not as though having two Harry Potters in the same class was the most far-fetched experience to have ever been witnessed beneath the roof of the old school.

And, with Voldemort still somewhere in the world, planning... Harry was certain that it would not be the last.

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Thanks for reading everyone. I hope you liked the story as much as I liked writing it! If you made it this far, I would be grateful if you can answer the following question for me

If there was one thing you think I could improve upon (and since I am not a millionaire right now like J.K Rowling, there is OBVIOUSLY something that needs work. lol) what would it be? If you can think of more than one thing, by all means... say them. While I love great reviews, it is time for everyone to be a constructive critic. (grin)

Yes, I will continue writing Harry Potter Fan Faction, however, I am sure my speed of update will be slowed by the start of school. I have a new idea right now that will be much more of a comedy than Wizards of Narhassa was. We will be pushing back the clock, back to 1937-1938 when Lord Voldemort (or Tom Riddle) a summer before Voldemort was to be Sorted as a 1^st year Slytherin. While there have been a few stories about a young Dark Lord... I feel most of them (or at least the one or two I read) were far too dry, painting Riddle too painfully as a tragic hero, which was the reason he went bad. (People abusing him, people picking on him, father beating him... etc. etc... YAWN)

I FIRMLY believe that Tom Riddle was one of the coolest and perhaps nicest people you could ever know in Hogwarts (during his first year, anyway... we can make a case he turned to evil when he opened the Chamber of Secrets and framed Hagrid to get him expelled). Cannon will support that, as every teacher did love Tom Riddle, save Dumbledore, and Rowling does have one line saying something of the lines of. "I bet no one expected that kind, handsome Tom Marvolo Riddle would become the next Dark Lord"

Besides, the most vile villains are the ones who were born into the light, and turned away from it by their own free will.

I plan to include other familiar faces, including Myrtle Myers (the person who Moaning Myrtle was), Geoffrey Peeves (A kid so mischievous that it just might get him killed some day... PEEVES!), Darius Malfoy (Draco's grandfather... and if you thought Draco was vain, you got another thing coming. He will be a comic relief figure), George Nimbus (A boy who loves Quidditch and... bugger if it that one day, he wishes to design the perfect broom) and finally Ophelia Swannie (Neville's Gran, who will play a very antagonistic role to Tom Riddle. This will be shown by her closeness to her best friend Damien Longbottom). I'm considering a few more people... potentially any character's grandfather/grandmother could appear

And, unlike Narhassa, I will be looking for Beta Readers for this. As I said, the focus of this story will be Comedy/Drama... with an emphasis on Comedy. It will slow the production, but it will be most useful to weed out the annoying grammatical errors that I simply cannot spot on my own. If you are interested, please either say so in your comment, or send me an E-Mail at [email protected]

I shall leave you with another Alternate Scene I wrote a few nights ago, when I saw how much people seemed to like the Draco/Voldemort scene. Thanks again for reading!

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Chapter 16: ALTERNATE SCENE

(This is the result of an absolutely shameful bout of insomnia at about 4 AM on a Saturday Night. If it disgusts you, I will understand. This is a remix of the scene where Voldemort shows, through Harry's Dream, Seth's meeting in the dark hallways of Hogwarts.)

Watch, Potter, Watch...

Harry stared silently as a scene began to unfold in front of him, from out of the thickness of his dream. He knew he was dreaming, yet at the same time, it all felt so real. It was like he was standing in the hallway.

Seth Redetyor appeared in sight, his black robe swishing in the darkness of the empty hallway at Hogwarts. It was clear he had the pace of a man on a mission.

At the same time, Bradley Trahvis appeared at the other end of the corridor, walking briskly toward Seth, with intension in his eyes.

Both boys stood looked at each other for a long moment, before Redetyor finally spoke.

"So, what's up, B?"

Bradley shrugged. "Not much... sneakin around, waitin on you."

Seth nodded, speaking in a smooth tone. "True... True..."

Harry was distracted for a moment as Neville removed Harry's Invisibility Cloak, suddenly appearing in the hallway.

"WASSSAAAHHHHHP?"

Seth looked at Neville, sticking out his tongue with enthusiasm. "WAZZZAAAHHHPPP!"

"Hey," said Seth. "Pull that torch."

Neville complied quickly, as suddenly, Alex Guardings appeared in a puff of smoke, having been teleported in like he were using some kind of port key.

"WHAAZZAAAHHH!" cried Alex.

"WHAAZZAAAHHH!" bellowed Seth.

"WHAZZAAHHHP!" added Bradley.

"AHHHHPPPP!" finished Neville.

Harry blinked for a moment, curiously aroused by this seemingly random, yet very enthusiastic exchange.

Must be a Narhassa thing...

"Hey, where's Jesse?" asked Alex.

Seth turned behind him. "Hey Jess!"

Suddenly, Jessica jumped out from behind Neville, startling him slightly.

"WHAZZZAAAPP!" she giggled.

"WHAZZAA..." began Seth.

"AHHHH!" finished Bradley.

"OOOHHH," cried Alex.

"AAHHH," exclaimed Neville.

Harry thinned his brows. This will be tough to explain to Ron and Hermione in the morning.

Before Harry could finish that thought, however, his scar erupted with blinding pain as he clutched it in the darkness. He fell to his knees, nearly swooning and awakening.

Wazzaaahhhhh... hissed Voldemort loudly, in an otherwise jolly tone.

"WAZZAAHH!" cried all the kids at once.

"AHHH!"

"GAHHH!"

"OOOOOOH"

"WOOOOO!"

And, just like that, Alex disappeared into the torch again, Neville threw on his invisibility cloak, and Jessica faded away into the shadowy corridor.

Seth nodded to Bradley.

"So, what's up B?"

Bradley shrugged. "Nothin much... sneaking around, waitin on you."

Seth affirmed strongly. "True... True..."

With that, Seth and Bradley parted ways, leaving Harry with much more questions than answers...