Harry Potter 2

"And you believe that?" Asked Severus Snape, a thin man with sallow skin, a large, hooked nose, yellow, uneven teeth, and greasy black hair.

"I do." Admitted Dumbledore, sitting on a round table, conjured by him, in his office. He was surrounded by the people he trusted most, at least those who were able to arrive at this urgent meeting. Mostly, they consisted of the Professors at Hogwarts, who fought alongside him during the war with Voldemort.

"Michael's words were truthful, as much as I wish they weren't…" Continued Dumbledore before he paused and took a deep breath. "I checked up on young Harry earlier." His lips trembled as they formed a sad frown. "I found much… and I can confirm that there are indeed two souls in his body."

"Is that why you brought him with you earlier." Asked Minerva McGonagall, a tall old witch with black hair tied into a bum. Her lips were thin, barely visible, as they normally were when she got angry.

"That and much more." Dumbledore replied and continued with a quieter voice. "The Dursleys' home… wasn't as safe as I assumed it would be."

"I told you, Albus! I watched those muggles for a whole day! I knew they weren't good for raising Harry Potter, but you kept telling me I was wrong. That they were family and would treat him as such!" Anger radiated out of Minerva as she spat at Dumbledore, who deflated back into his chair, taking her verbal abuse without complaint.

"I was mistaken. I apologize for that." Replied Dumbledore.

"You can berate him all you want later, Minerva. Now we are here to discuss what to do about our situation. And this Michael." Said Alastor Moody quickly before Minerva could open her mouth. He was a taller man covered with scars from head to toe. A chunk of his nose was missing, his right eye was replaced with an electric blue magical one that moved around wildly, and he had a prosthetic wooden right leg. Just from appearance alone, one could discern that he had seen much battles in his life.

"Finding out how to remove that… abomination out of Harry should be our priority." Said Filius Flitwick, a short and tiny man with a shock of white hair.

"And what about the rest of the horcruxes? Do we even know how many there are for certain?" Asked Snape. Michael called them phylacteries, but after a little research, they knew what they were dealing with.

"Michael wasn't sure, but there should be 6 or 7 of them. Hopefully, he will sort out his memories quickly with Occlumency and inform us about the rest." Replied Dumbledore. He really hoped that happened as soon as possible.

"What else do we know about him?" Asked Moody. Michael's presence alone looked fishy in his eyes to say the least. It was too convenient and he had too much knowledge. "Where did he come from? What's his game? What about that demon invasion he spoke off? How sure are you that's the truth? And how does he know about it?"

"Michael… I do not know where he came from and I don't recognize the origin of his surname. He did say he wasn't surprised when I mentioned that." Started Dumbledore. "This information was provided willingly by him, and he seemed like he was trying to establish a good relationship with me."

"Definitely not the spawn of a Death Eater then." Concluded Alastor.

"No. He provided us with too much sensitive information to be one. Even the Death Eaters don't know about Voldemort having horcruxes." Said Snape. "Just by telling us that Potter is one, proves Voldemort isn't his ally. We would have never considered checking the boy. Who would even think a living being could be a horcrux?"

"And how did HE know about it?" Questioned Moody. Even Snape, a spy amongst the Death Eaters wasn't aware of that.

"I do not know." Replied Dumbledore. "Michael considers dealing with Voldemort a secondary objective. The demon invasion is his main focus."

"Again, how does he knew that it will happen in about 7 years?" Asked Moody. He really didn't like how much information Michael had.

"I do not know." Repeated Dumbledore. "I can only guess right now. Time travel seems like a possible option. Michael acts like someone who had experienced much, but it doesn't explain his young body. He came out as exactly 11 years old according to my spell. Maybe he was able to send his soul back in time somehow? I really don't know."

"Is that even possible? There is so much we have yet to learn and discover about magic, but that sounds improbable to say the least. A Time Turner can turn back time up to a day at most, but your body doesn't de-age when you use it." Said Flitwick.

"It's possible that some other kind of Time Turner gets created in the future or a maybe some kind of spell. I cannot tell you which might be the truth, but he does not act like an 11-year-old." Said Dumbledore. "Michael… didn't confirm it, but he has been interrogated in the past. I didn't see any physical signs of that, but he definitely has been."

After giving them a moment to process his words, Dumbledore continued. "Michael is also very much aware of magic. Conjuring a chair non-verbally did not faze him, he didn't bat an eye when I used wandless magic, and he reacted to my magical pressure by simply raising an eyebrow."

Out of those, the third was what impressed them. Dumbledore might look old, but his magic was at its strongest. If he released his magical pressure around 11-year-old kids, it's safe to say they would piss their pants. Even some adult wizards and witches would get scared if they were in his presences when he does that.

Said man, or currently boy, who they were discussing was currently sitting on a chair in the room he was given and staring out the window. It was already night at that point, and Michael was gazing at the moon without blinking.

'Even here the moon calms me down.' Thought Michael and let out a deep breath. Feeling reenergized, he looked around at the room. It was a simple one with a single bed, a cupboard, a square bedside table, and another round one with two wooden chairs. It even had a door leading to bathroom. The room was surprisingly large, and if he was honest, it was the most luxurious one had ever been given.

Michael let out another deep breath and picked up the book from his lap, opening it up where he last stopped reading. The moonlight was his only source of light, but that was more than enough for him. The book didn't have an author name nor a title, but it was very insightful even in its beginning. Michael didn't have the sharpest mind, he was more of a straightforward type of guy, but he was sure someone who was supposed to be 11 years old wouldn't be able to comprehend the book fully.

After finishing the first chapter, Michael placed the book back into his lap and looked up at the moon again. Taking a deep breath, he started working on the first step of learning Occlumency, which was meditation. Michael had to clear his mind and relax. The book advised that doing so with his eyes closed would be the most optimal way, but he found it much easier while staring at the white celestial body in the night sky.

Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out. Michael got into a rhythm and continued on throughout the entire night like that. When the sun chased the moon away, he got up from his chair and was momentarily surprised by the text that appeared in front of him.

[New Skill Acquired – Meditation(Novice)]

[Meditation(Novice): The act of calming and sharpening your mind. Prolonged use can increase your 'Mind' stat depending on the skill level.]

'Good.' Thought Michael. He knew how to increase his 'Body' stat on his own. His 'Mind' one was covered by Meditation and he only had to find out a way to increase his 'Soul.' That was the most ambiguous out of the three and he wasn't sure how to tackle it yet. Prolonged usage of his Aura seemed like an obvious answer, but he was… nervous of using his Aura. The description given to him by the skill Aura Manipulation alarmed him.

'Aura, the manifestation of your soul.' Michael much preferred it if it was the manifestation of his physical prowess. That way, he wouldn't be worried what would happen if he overused his Aura. Would he… exhaust his soul? Would it be harmful? He needed to find answers to those questions as his Aura had always been his strongest weapon.

That however, was for later. Now he needed something to eat.

"Blimpy!" Called out Michael and not a moment later, the little creature appeared in front of him.

"Blimpy's here, Master Mikael Sir. How can Blimpy's help?" It's high pitched voice squeaked out.

"I would like something to eat." Said Michael.

"I's be back Mikael Sir!" And like that, Blimpy disappeared, but shortly after, plates of food appeared on his table, the same way they did the night before.

Michael ate his plentiful meal in silence. Each time he finished with a plate, the dish would simply disappear. When he was done, he called out. "Blimpy!"

"Blimpy's here Master Mikael Sir." The little creature appeared again, looking sheepish. "The meal's good?"

"Yes, it was, Blimpy." Replied Michael, causing the creatures bat-like ears to perk up in excitement. "Would you please lead me to the outside? Preferably near the lake?"

"Yes! Blimpy's leads Master Mikael Sir." Excitedly nodding his head, Blimpy turned around. Michael followed after the creature, until he was led to his destination.

The early morning weather was a bit chilly, but it wasn't too bad. He'd experienced worst before. Nodding to himself, Michael removed his plain white shirt, the only piece of clothing that he had besides his pants and shoes. He was momentarily surprised at what he saw. His body was thin and weak, but what caught him off-guard were the lack of scars on it. Michael had many of them, too many in fact, but they were all gone now. Touching his face quickly, he realized those were missing as well.

Michael wasn't sure what to think of that. He didn't quite like them, but his scars were a reminder of what he had experienced, of what he had gone through, of the many battles he had survived. They were a constant reminder that he had lived, where for all intents and purposes, he should've died.

'I'll probably gather a whole new set soon enough.' Chuckled Michael in his mind.

Without further ado, Michael left his shirt on the ground and began running. He started with a slower pace with the intent of warming up his body first. However, it didn't take him long before he began huffing and puffing.

'Weak. I'm so weak.' Though Michael in disappointment. He hadn't even run for more than a few minutes and he was already feeling tired. His chest was feeling hot and his legs were trembling, however he continued on and pushed himself to his limits.

It didn't take much longer before Michael just collapsed on the ground, breathing heavily. He did a few simple stretches and massaged his throbbing muscles before he turned around. Placing his hands on the ground, he started doing pushups. Again, it didn't take long before his thin hands simply refused to obey him and he collapsed once more.

'I have a long way to go.' Thought Michael. His body and his Aura were his strongest weapons, but they were in such a poor condition. He was starting to question if Thirteen had tricked him or not, seeing his situation. With a mental command, he brought his Status.

[Michael Wynneiros

Body: 2

Mind: 4

Soul: 5]

[Skills:

Aura Manipulation(Apprentice)

Meditation(Novice)]

[Perks:

Magically Gifted]

Body had increased to 2 and Mind to 4, so there were some improvements. Maybe there was some hope for him. Nevertheless, he had a long path ahead of him.

Michael pushed himself into a sitting position and took a few deep breaths. He was preparing to use his Aura and check what's different with it, but moments before he did that, he felt someone approach him. Turning his head, he saw a very short man approaching him. He reminded Michael of dwarves, just less bulky than them.

"Good Morning, Michael." Greeted Filius. "I'm Filius Flitwick, Charms Professor and Head of the Ravenclaw House."

"Morning." Said Michael simply. The overseer said that he could trust Dumbledore, but nothing else of anyone else, so he kept his guard up.

"If I had known you would wake up so early for a morning run, I would've joined you myself. Though my old bones don't really agree with me." Laughed Filius joyfully.

Michael didn't reply and just waited to see what the short Professor had to say. Filius quickly realized he wouldn't be getting a response from him.

"The Headmaster asked me to take you to Diagon Alley to pick up your school supplies." Said Filius.

"So be it." Said Michael and pushed himself up. "I'd like to take a shower first." He didn't mind the smell too much; he'd had to deal it with for a long time when he didn't have a pool of water near him. However, Michael had a bathroom in the room he was given and planned to make use of it. He didn't even remember the last time he had a proper shower.

"No rush, no rush. You are free to shower and even eat if you wish to." Said Filius as he watched Michael closely. The boy took his shirt from the ground and started walking back towards the castle. The short Professor's eyes shined as he took note of Michael's posture. Back straight with slightly tensed up shoulders, ready to react at a moment's notice.

'A warrior.' Thought Filius. He'd seen that countless number of times amongst the goblins. Michael was a warrior and he was sure of that.

'How very interesting.' Mused Filius as he followed after him. His goblin blood burned inside him and he was reminded of his time as a Dueling Champion. 'I wonder how good he is.'

"Do you train often?" Asked Filius, but received no response.

"When I was younger, I used to do it daily, both physically and magically. Not many wizards work on their bodies, but I found it quite useful during my Dueling days. Many were surprised by how I avoided their attacks, though my short stature also helped with that." Filius continued.

Michael just tried ignoring him, he really did. But then Filius started telling him about his duels, how he had avoided spells by flipping over them, and he couldn't help himself but listen. Michael got to learn more about the magical users of this world through the short Professor's stories, and compared to the ones from Liorderat, he thought them lacking, or maybe Filius wasn't telling him everything. Either way, he didn't even realize when they reached his room and he quickly entered inside, going straight to the bathroom.

Shortly after, Michael came out freshened up. Filius waited for him outside his room and asked when he was out. "Shall we go now? We will use the fireplace in my office."

"Might as well." Nodded Michael and wondered what he meant by using the fireplace.