Chapter 101 - 101- an innocent’s fault

James's POV

As James drank his four fingers of firewhiskey he couldn't help but think back on the day it all went wrong, the day he lost a son, a friend, and a brother.

No matter what they told the world afterward, it wasn't Lily's parents who was there the day Voldemort attacked, and they all knew why he failed.

But how could they tell the world the reason the light side had beaten the dark side is that they also dwelled in dark magic?

Yes, while Dumbledore continued saying the reason was love, James knew the truth, he wasn't an idiomatic first year, nor was he a muggleborn. He knew the true difference between dark magic and light magic, he knew there was a real reason why rituals and blood magic became forbidden, and it wasn't intent.

No, the difference was always about a sacrifice, dark magic was light magic a person without enough power use, sacrificing something in exchange for immediate gain, and by doing things the easy way, even once, you just never stop.

He could see it in himself, from an auror who fought against the worst of the worst, to someone who left one of his sons, who let criminals walk free, and kicked his estranged son from the family for the house he was chosen for.

He could even see it in his wife, the girl who used to stand against him for her childhood friend, for no reason but because it was the right thing to do, a girl who excelled in charms and potions, two of the things that are easy to pass in but hard to succeed, the one he fell in love with, became a women who only cared for fame, money and her image.

It's not to say he didn't love her anymore, but, as hard to admit as it was, they weren't the same people they were before the night of the attack, and he only had one person to blame- Sirius black.

As while Voldemort was the one who attacked, if Sirius didn't betray them, Lily wouldn't have been forced to to use that dark ritual that changed her, He wouldn't be in such a daze for the next few weeks because his brother in all but blood betrayed him and killed one of their friends, and wouldn't have agreed to pass Harry to Lilly's sister, the court wouldn't consider his testimonies compromised and free death eaters, and maybe, just maybe, even if all else would have happened, there would still be his best friend to prevent him from kicking his son out of family, as he experienced the same thing.

Yes, it was all Sirius black's fault, and he would make sure the man would pay for it.

Harry's POV

As much as going to Hogsmeade could have been fun, Harry went back to the room of requirements as he needed to process the knowledge he got today at his lesson.

Death, at least the one who was written about in the story of the three brothers, was a real entity, and whether it was, a wizard, goblin, or some other creature, it was the creator of the best artifacts ever created, in fact, he (or she) was probably the one who created the structured way of artifact creation that goblins and other forgers are using till this very moment.

Yet this wasn't the thing that bothered him the most.

No, the thing that wighted in his mind the most was the library of Alexandria, the Liberty that is known as lost and according to Ragnok contains not only every book ever written, but also the souls of the dead, and of course his mind was filled with ways to find his parents souls and bring them back to life, or at the very least, if they don't want to return to life, a way to release their souls from that place, as he know there is something after death, and it must be better then the prison-like library.

But as much as he wanted to do so right now, he didn't know how to get to that place, nor any concrete thing about souls, except how to split them for immortality and that dementors eat them.

It means one thing though, he needs to do research