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"Hitmen? By Merlin… the savior of the wizarding world… thrown out like a common rag"

Albus leaned back in his chair, a heavy feeling settling in his stomach. It was almost too much to be told that young Harry had gone through so much in his life, only to end up on such a dangerous side of the world.

"Good ones too, sir. Ace and I were some of the best, just look at the last job we pulled before being blown to pieces"

"And what job would that be, Miss Weaver?"

"We killed the crown-princess of Britain"

"You did what?!"

"Got paid real good too. Shame we didn't have time to spend any of the money"

Vanessa saw how Dumbledore looked at her in shock. A bit of fear and disappointment haunting his aging eyes as well.

"Spare me the looks, Albus. You don't know what the world had become in between Ace getting kicked out of your world, and him firing that bullet. But while we are on the subject of time… something has been bothering me"

"What would that be, Miss Weaver?"

"Everything is different now… I mean I know I wasn't a witch last time around. So why am I one now? Adding to that, why did you suddenly become so smart and careful, no offense of course, while the other version of you was apparently a bumbling fool?"

The old headmaster looked pensive for a moment, almost like he was debating with himself about whatever or not to tell the young girl the information she was seeking.

"Yes I am quite curious about that myself"

Harry had apparently come back out from his little trance and was not looking at Albus with a questioning look.

"Hmm… very well, I suppose it wouldn't do us much good to hide it anyway. When a soul is given a rebirth, it sends ripples out through time. Old mistakes are corrected and new are put in place to keep the balance. In this case it would seem that young Vanessa was made a Witch to help you Harry, with your mission. My own stoic personality I cannot directly explain, perhaps some part in my past is different as a result of you getting sent back, or perhaps it is because two rebirth victims are within the same lifespan. All of these are potential reasons, but the only person who could tell you the exact details is the one that sent you back. And as I have gathered, they aren't ones to talk"

Harry and Vanessa stared at Dumbledore in wonder. It was certainly incredible to think that there could be so many reasons, but Harry had locked on to one very specific part of what Dumbledore had said.

"What do you mean "they", Albus?"

Dumbledore looked at Harry with a curious glance, that familiar grandfatherly twinkle in his eyes.

"There is more than just the one you met, Harry. If my old memory isn't failing me, I was sent back by a lovely young woman named Cecelia. I have, of course, tried to come into contact with her again over these many years… sadly the closest I have ever come was a note saying "stop poking around in the afterlife and enjoy your life you old goat""

Vanessa looked on amused, while Harry looked more annoyed than anything else. He had hoped that perhaps Dumbledore would know a way to come back into contact with John…

"Is there something unique about to rebirth victims being alive at the same time, Albus?" asked Vanessa with curiosity

"It is a rare event. To my knowledge there have only been three other known instances. The first is long, long ago, too long for anyone to have recorded it properly, only rumors had reached my old ears. The second time was with the first Magical human and a Dwarf, don't' ask. Then the latest instance, short of our own, was with Merlin and Arthur"

"And I take it that, with all three, the situation developed quite strangely?" drawled Harry in an annoyed tone

"I cannot answer for the first instance, but the second one between the human and Dwarf is the reason the Dwarfs no longer welcomes humans into their cities. And if one is to believe what Merlin left behind, if it wasn't for both him and Arthur coming back as they did… well… Arthur would have married Morgan le Fay."

The news seemed… interesting to Harry, he hadn't known about the Dwarfs in his past life. And Arthur marrying Morgan le Fay… the world would have looked quite a bit different would it not?

"So we are looking at, potentially, everything being different from before. Which means that a lot of the knowledge I have could be obsolete, but it also means that we might have to move earlier on what knowledge I hope will hold up." Summed up Harry

"What knowledge would that be, Harry?" inquired Dumbledore, with a bit of parchment ready to note down

"The location of all seven Horcruxes, what currently is in the Chamber of Secrets, the location of a known traitor and finally… the prophecy in the Department of Mysteries" listed Harry with a pensive expression

"Traitor?" mused Dumbledore

"Peter Pettigrew is currently residing with the Weasley family, posing as their pet rat Scabbers" replied Harry with a shrug

Dumbledore almost jumped out of his chair, visible glee on his face mixed with quite a bit of relief.

"Finally! We must make haste; the faster we can capture him the sooner we can get Sirius out of Azkaban. No time to waste my boy!" exclaimed Dumbledore halfway to the door

"Someone explain for the one without knowledge of the timeline!?" yelled Vanessa in annoyance

Dumbledore stopped in his tracks and turned around with a sheepish expression. Harry gave a low chuckle as he squeezed Vanessa's hand.

"My God-father is wrongly imprisoned for betraying my parent's location to Voldemort. The real culprit is Peter Pettigrew, another wizard" said Harry with a grin

"What young Mr. Potter is forgetting to add is that Sirius was also imprisoned for the murder of twelve muggles and Peter himself. The Order worked tirelessly for years to prove that Sirius would never harm James and Lily… sadly we could never acquire the crucial proof. Until now!" declared Dumbledore in triumph

Harry rose from his chair with a sigh, when he looked upon the older wizard; Dumbledore felt the weight of Harry's older mind on his shoulders.

"Albus, trust me that there is no one I want to help more right now than Sirius… but we can't. When we have claimed the Horcruxes and locked them away safely… then, and only then, can we capture Pettigrew and free Sirius"

Dumbledore seemed to deflate, his old age so much more present. The aged headmaster made his way back to his chair and slumped down, a now rather tired expression on his face.

"Then let us move along shall we? What are the current locations of the seven Horcruxes?" asked Dumbledore as he picked his quill back up

"There is the Gaunt Family Ring, currently located in the old Gaunt Mansion. Then there is Tom's old Diary, currently in the possession of Lucius Malfoy, but it will come into possession of a student sometime next year. Hufflepuff's cup, which is currently in the vault of Bellatrix Black Lestrange. Ravenclaw's Diadem which lies undisturbed in the room of hidden things. Salazar's locket, which is in the possession of Kreacher, the black family house elf. Then there is Nagini, Voldemort's snake which I am not sure is a Horcrux just yet, so it might buy us some time. Then finally… well there is me, as you well know sir"

Dumbledore quickly noted down all the locations before another issue presented itself.

"Do you have a method of destroying the Horcruxes? The ones I know are a tad… excessive"

Harry looked thoughtful for a moment again before snapping his fingers and smiling widely.

"The Goblins! I didn't know this before everything was over, but the Goblins can remove the soul fragment and destroy it with a ritual. As an added bonus it even leaves the object intact, so if we swing this right we might be able to get all four of the founders relics back in Hogwarts possession"

Dumbledore looked almost gleeful at the thought of once more housing all four of the relics, it had been a small dream of his to once more be able to present them in the great hall like the days of old.

"Would they be willing to help us?"

"Goblins will do anything for gold, add onto that their hate for Horcruxes and I think we can make a pretty good deal. If we are lucky then telling them that there is a Horcrux in Bellatrix's vault might be just the in we need."

Dumbledore's head was swimming with all the possabilites that they now had. All of this information and knowledge was just making it seem like there might be hope. But first things first, they were still students after all.

"I think I have kept you long enough for now. Return to your classes and we will speak again, I shall contact the goblins in the meanwhile"

Harry thanked the old headmaster and walked out with Vanessa moments later. They were going to be so late to Transfiguration, thankfully McGonagall had escorted them to the meeting so they should be safe from detention… should.

The two calmly knocked and walked into the ongoing class. They quickly saw how everyone was trying to transform a match into a needle, the instruction for which was on the board.

'So we missed the lecture on Transfiguration… oh woe is me' thought Harry sarcastically as he nodded to McGonagall and guided Vanessa and him to a few seats in the back.

McGonagall quickly approached them with a match for each of them, and after a quick explanation left them to their work. Though she had to do a quick turn when she heard Harry mutter something, closely followed by young Vanessa muttering "showoff"

When she turned Harry was sitting with a perfect needle in front of him. Her eyes bugged out even further when Harry began transfiguring the needle into various other smaller objects, like a pencil and a quill, before finally turning it back into a needle and then ending at a match.

"Impossible…" muttered McGonagall to herself before she regained her wits "20 points to Ravenclaw for that fantastic display Mr. Potter, would you like to tell me how you managed that?"

Harry looked down at his match, then up at McGonagall like she was stupid, then back down to the match before swearing in his mind… he overdid it again, didn't he?

"I don't know what to say professor, is it not simply to get a firm image in your mind of what you wish the object to become, and then guide your magic to make the change? It seems so rather simple" answered Harry with his best "confused child" look

McGonagall was staring at Harry with wide eyes, could she really just have found the next Transfigurations prodigy? Shaking herself of the thought she nodded her acceptance of the answer and then moved on with the lesson. Of course she didn't see the smug look on Harry's face whenever a certain brown bushy haired girl sent glares after him for beating her at something academic.

When the lesson ran to a close, Harry and Vanessa made their way towards the great hall for lunch. Afterwards there would be Charms and then, thankfully, they would be off for the day. Which would finally allow Harry to take a little trip he had wanted to make ever since coming back.

Lunch was an entirely too dull affair. The only thing that was worth nothing was when Harry stared into the eyes of Quirrel for a moment to check for Voldemort, only to find him not there at the present moment… perhaps this time Voldemort hadn't possessed the stuttering professor?

Choosing to ignore it, Harry spend most of his lunch speaking with Vanessa in Mandarin as to ensure their conversation wouldn't be overheard… though it certainly did turn some heads when two eleven year olds were yapping away in Mandarin.

When Charms finally rolled around, Harry actually felt a slight shiver of excitement. He had always liked charms, and Filius was without a doubt one of the greatest teachers he had ever had. So there was a lot to look forward to this lesson, if he could just restrain himself from showing off.

"Welcome everyone, to your first Charms lesson. Today we will be learning the levitation charm, also known as "Wingardium Leviosa" to make objects levitate. The wand movement is a simple swish and flick followed by the words "Wingardium Leviosa." Now don't be discouraged if you don't get it right away, like with all magic it takes practice and time." Instructed Filius with clear excitement in his voice before he made the appropriate wand movement and spoke clearly "Wingardium Leviosa" and made his feather fly up into the air.

"Now you should all have a feather in front of you, let's see how far you can get in shall we say thirty minutes?" suggested the small charms professor.

Everyone quickly began muttering and flailing their wands around, in the hopes of making their feather levitate off the table. Filius saw plenty of mistakes but was firmly of the belief that everyone should be allowed to make a few attempts before he would step in.

Though his attention quickly fell upon young Harry, who was in fact not trying to perform the spell himself, rather he seemed quite absorbed by teaching young Miss Weaver how to perform the spell correctly. A respectable goal, if he could perform the spell himself.

"Mr. Potter, it is certainly great that you wish to help your friend, but perhaps you should perform the spell successfully first?" suggested the small professor with a large smile

Harry looked around for a moment and saw how Hermione looked positively giddy at the thought of Harry screwing up. He just shrugged before looking down at Filius and muttering "Sure." He then grabbed his wand and made the correct motion and sent the feather flying around the room… only afterwards did he realize that he had forgotten one crucial part of the spell… the incantation.

"By Merlin's beard… your first attempt and even silent… 30 points to Ravenclaw for that astounding display of magic Mr. Potter!" exclaimed Filius in excitement, young Harry was looking to be just as gifted as Lily in the art of Charms work.

Harry kept his head down for the rest of the lesson, though he couldn't help himself from teaching Vanessa just how to cast the spell non-verbally just like himself. It really was just a matter of learning how to guide your magic without using words as a focus.

When the class ended Vanessa stayed behind to speak with Filius about Charms, she had gotten a taste for the art and wanted to know more. Harry, in turn, made his way to his room and made sure he was alone before breathing deeply, focusing his magic.

When he reopened his eyes they were roaring with emerald flames as Harry's magic was running on all cylinders to perform the act which Harry was attempting.

"Brocéliande…" Harry breathed the words and slowly he began fading away into nothingness as his spell carried him across the world to this ancient forest, and the home of his staff maker.