November part I

Eren exited the Headmaster's office, with permission to floo to Diagon Alley and a one-day leave.

Walking downstairs in his current situation was bothersome. The moving stairs were no help, often resetting his progress to go anywhere.

The troll from Haloween had been executed, a kind word for slaughtered and used for potion ingredients. 

The investigation, spearheaded by the Defense professor Quirell had yielded no results, not that Eren expected to get an answer.

He entered the great hall. No, A great hall with nothing but a mirror in the middle.

Eren turned back before the reflection in the mirror changed into something incomprehensible and impossible.

'The Mirror of Erised' "Desire"

Eren looked into the mirror with dead eyes. 

"It is delightful, isn't it?" Dumbledore enters from behind. Eren gives a respectful nod.

"The mirror of Erised" "Desire? It shows not what is possible but what one wants."

"Yes. Many have lost themselves in the quest for the unattainable. It shows us nothing more or less than the deepest most desperate desires of our hearts. But know this, the mirror gives us neither knowledge nor truth. Men have wasted away in front of it. Even gone mad.

It only offers satisfaction to the happiest man in the world, who will see nothing but himself in the mirror."

"May I ask you something, Headmaster?"

"You do not need permission for the question itself Eren, I thought we were past the formal speech."

"What do you see? What is your deepest desire?" Dumbledore remains silent for a moment.

"I see me wearing a nice pair of socks, on a swinging chair, having Lemon drops. The Lilies on the table-"

Eren looks back in the mirror.

"We might not be so different after all, Albus." He tapped his cane once, matching Dumbledore's eyes. "I am offering Lilies to my loved ones and my enemies. Thank you for accompanying me headmaster, you should be far away from such a cursed artefact as this, delving into unattainable dreams only hinders the path to our goals headmaster."

Albus remained silent as Eren walked past him.

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"Nonsense! Why would Snape put a curse on Harry's broom?" Harry and Hermione had tagged along to Hagrid's Hut where they met Ron.

"Who knows? Why was he trying to get past that three-headed dog on Halloween? I saw his leg wound. And then just yesterday he was jinxing my broom as Hermione said."

"Whatever the Cerebus is guarding, Professor Snape is trying to get it."

"Cerebus?" Ron asked. "The three-headed dog- I read it in the Magical Beasts book."

"Fluffy is a docile Cerebus, it is there due Dumbledore's- Shouldn't have said that. No more questions! Don't ask any more questions. That's top secret, that is. Now, you listen to me, all three of yeh. Yer meddling in things that ought not to be meddled in. It's dangerous. What that dog is guarding is strictly between Professor Dumbledore and Nicholas Flamel."

"Nicholas Flamel? "I shouldn't have said that. I should not have said that" He then leaves, mumbling to himself "I should have not said that"

"Nicholas Flamel. Who's Nicholas Flamel?" 

"I don't know Harry"

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*fwoosh*

Eren exited the green fire. This way of travel was still his least preferred.

He walked out to reach the Goblin bank, meeting his teller.

"Heir Dumbledore. It is to be informed that your Lord of the House has requested a meeting."

"Who might that be?"

"Lord Aberfroth Dumbledore, Lord of the Minor House of Dumbledore."

"Is my trust vault still active?"

"It is."

"Can I open another vault in my name?"

"The trust vault is not in your name, Heir Dumbledore. You can open your first vault in Gringotts at any time."

"Open one in the name of Eren Kruger and transfer all the funds I can withdraw from Dumbledore's trust vault, except a hundred galleons I will need on myself." The Goblin ordered another and came back with a hundred galleons

"It is done. You have 20982 galleons in your name, Heir Dumbledore."

"Can you provide the Owl's address to Lord Dumbledore?"

"It will be provided, as is your right, Heir Dumbledore." Eren counted a hundred galleons, which the Goblins took as offence to their honesty.

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"Mr. Yeager!" Eren looked to his left, from where his name was called.

"John, Auror Moody."

"It is ex-Auror Moody lad."

"So you got a nice place in Hogwarts?"

"They were offering me money, I took it."

"What are you doing here then? I don't think the term is over."

"It is not, I requested for a leave for today." Dawlish looked at Moody who was staring at Yeager a little too much.

"Did you know of Madam Irma Pince? She was your predecessor at Hogwarts, may god bless her soul."

"No, I did not know of her personally."

"There is something very wrong with your story, Yeager. Been in a bloody accident, takes Hogwarts job not a week after the previous librarian dies. I saw your clothes before Yeager, they were not what you are wearing now."

"I am afraid I take personal hygiene quite seriously."

"Funny are you? I can see the difference between a sixty-sickle wardrobe and a sixty-galleon suit. No OWL or NEWTs before twenty, no records with the ministry. You reek of suspicion Yeager." Moody and Eren were staring at each other.

"Now now, calm down you both. Alastor, let's head back to... where we were going." He turns to Eren "Mr. Yeager, I am afraid you are a suspect in the murder of Madam Pince, but Alastor takes his suspicions a bit above everyone so please forgive him."

"There is no need to apologize, you are doing your duty only."

"Thank you for your understanding, let me take my leave." He leaves from there, leaving Eren alone walking to Florish and Blotts bookshop.

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