At that bit of foreboding news, the group fell quiet and finished their dinner. They followed their nightly routine and walked Luna to her stopping point. Everyone said goodnight to the quirky girl, in their own way and then continued to the Gryffindor tower.
These days the common room was a nice place to be. The youngest male Weasley had left Harry and his friends alone. He had taken up playing chess with whoever fell victim to his whining, leaving the group to ignore him. As long as they stayed apart, peace was had.
"I wonder why the old man is so desperate to talk to me," Harry said in a questioning voice. While he didn't want to talk to the old guy, he couldn't get rid of the feeling that he may need to know what the man had to say. What if it was truly important?
"Well, let's go over the facts as we know them," Hermione suggested as she took a chair across from the couch that sat the two fourth year boys. The twins were off doing something with a book that Padfoot had directed them too. They were very secretive about it but promised to share when they were ready.
"That's the problem, we don't know any facts only rumors, and speculations," the teen whined. Yeah, he was upset that his memory was still out of reach. He trusted his crew to get it back, but it seemed to be taking forever.
"Oh honestly, Harry, we know your history," the bushy-haired girl stated, exasperated at his tone.
"Right, so what can you tell me?" he said, sitting straighter, ready to hear more about his past.
"Well, first we know that your parents went into hiding during the last war with Tom. So, we know something must have spooked them," she ticked off.
"My parents did the same, around the same time. So, I wonder if they got the same news," Neville said thoughtfully. His gran never knew why they went into hiding. They just up and moved out one day, saying that they needed to hide.
"Oh, I didn't know that," Hermione said, looking sadly at both boys. They had both lost so much in the first war, and now to have to brought up just to figure out what one old man was playing. That had to be hard.
"It's alright, I don't talk about it much."
"So, both couples, with toddlers around the same age, suddenly gave up the good fight, and hid. What could make them do that?" Harry asked, wracking his brain for the answer. His crew scrambling around to look at data. Unfortunately, they had little to use.
"Well," Hermione said, tapping her chin, "someone must have told them all the same thing. But, what?"
"Gran told me that after the Potters fell, sorry Harry, the Death Eaters said that my parents would know where their leader was. They mentioned something about me being the wrong kid, but since they didn't know where Harry was, they'd get the information out of my parents," he stated, a little morosely, but very proud that his parents didn't fold. At least that's what Gran told him.
"The wrong child," Harry hummed, after patting his mate on the shoulder to show that he was sympathetic to the other boy's memory.
"How would they know? What did it mean? And what does Dumbledore know?" were Hermione's questions as she too tried to work it out.
"It could be the prophecy," was Neville's conclusion. It would make sense, after what Harry had told him. He just wondered who told the parents. "Harry told me there was one that could have been either of us. Remember, Harry? So, it makes sense that they probably went into hiding to protect us."
"Oh, don't be silly," dismissed Hermione, waving it away.
"You don't seem to understand something," the sandy-haired boy snapped, tired of her just dismissing important things, "in the Wizarding World, prophecies are taken very seriously. How can they not be, when so many come true? You can't just go around telling wizards that their beliefs are foolish. You will never be respected here if you continue doing that," he warned.
She opened her mouth to rebut, but Harry stopped her. "He's right, you know. If you step on other's values, and beliefs, then you will be the one cast out. I'm not saying that Divination is always true, but having hung out with Luna this past month, I don't know how you can say that it is all wrong," he said with a curious tilt of his head.
That got her to keep quiet, even she could not deny that Luna's predictions never came true. The evidence was there for her to see. Yeah, they didn't all work out like the dreamy girl saw, but they did all come to pass in one way or another. "Fine," she said, deflated. "We'll consider that it could be the prophecy that Harry told you about."
"Can we think of anything else?" Harry asked, veering the topic on track.
"Well, Snape was supposed to be a spy. It's possible that he brought news about pending attacks on our parents," was Neville's next theory.
"Or he said something to Voldemort that led him to us," Harry turned it around. He never trusted that man, and after the whole trial, he never would.
"That's possible too," the other boy conceded.
They fell silent, each thinking of what could've happened. However, Harry was correct, they had few facts. After a few minutes, they split up, and went to bed.
Inside Harry's mind Harry was called to the Enterprise. He appeared and looked around. "What do you have for me, Captain?" he asked, and sat in the chair he left on the bridge just for him.
"The science team has finished their studies. There is nothing of use in the soul piece. We feel that it would be best to remove it and put it in a containment pod. Then you can give it to someone who would know what to do with it," Picard said, going over the report.
"Why not just destroy it?" the teen asked, taking the handheld computer, and reading over the information.
"They feel that it might try to merge with your own soul, and with the darkness coming off it, that would lead to a catastrophe," the captain explained. Not wanting to make his… creator a Dark person. And with the overwhelming negative emotions that soul piece gave out, it could happen. That would be bad.
"Right, I'm already a bit of an arse, don't want to add to that. Okay, put the piece in a pod, but make it a magical one, so I can give it to… Padfoot? Remus? Waters? Well someone," he said, debating who would be best at taking care of the… object.
Picard tapped his chest and relayed the order. "It will be done by tomorrow," he said, when he was done talking to the team.
"Well, I'm off to dreamland," the teen said with a smirk, and in a wink he was back into his bed. All in all, it was good news. So, with a lighter heart, he drifted to sleep.
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