Chapter 106 - 106- never wake a sleeping Luna (tic)

Harry's POV

Sleeping on the floor in a sleeping bag in between a few hundred of students isn't supposed to be comfortable.

It's supposed to be hard enough to cause back pains, too warm or cold so you would need to get out and in your sleeping bag again and again throughout the night, and being unable to sleep with the snores of your fellow students.

So, it wouldn't surprise anyone that as Harry woke up from the 'great' sleep he had that he felt the need to curse every one of his professors who made them sleep in the grand hall, yet couldn't bother to enchant the room to prevent the discomfort.

It wouldn't even take much time, only enchanting the floor with cushioning charm, the walls with a mild heating charm so they would be able to sleep without the sleeping bag and not freeze to death, and silencing charm on the ceiling to prevent people from talk or snore.

It was in that moment that Harry decided on his next book in the series he writes 'Explanation for idiotic wizards witches, biology, Chemistry and other basic muggle subjects that even dumb magical people should know' to focus on healthy logic and magical ways to solve simple muggle and magical problems, as he felt only people who read those books or lived among people without semi-reality altering abilities (as magic continuously was proven to him to work inside the laws of science, he didn't consider it a truly reality changing abilities) to use their magic wisely, as why should you transfigure hundreds of sleeping bags instead of beds? Or use the seemingly endless amount of house elves to bring the students beds into the hall?

In the end, Harry had to stop think about the ways wizards seem unable to think about simple solutions to most of the problems in life, in fact, he felt the need to thank magic as if it was a deity, the fact that living in only magical people vicinity seemed to have a mind deteriorating effect on people otherwise they would conquer the world, as no matter how strong a bomb is, whether it's chemical, biological or even nuclear bomb, as long as you transfigure it to a teddy bear thing it would stay a teddy bear, and the only thing you need to defeat a country is to imperio a few powerful people.

Harry was pretty sure the reason every leader of every country helped preserving the status of secrecy is that they, after even a little explanation about the abilities of magical people, understood that it only truly takes one magical person to ruin a country.

It was the main reason, even if he ended up in an epic one on one battle vs Voldemort he won't ever use muggle weapons, because even if they would manage to kill him, and with the surprise effect and speed of bullets he didn't have any doubt they would, as long as his horcruxes are gone, as it would plant the idea of fear of muggles and the need to attack them in way too many people.

So with a silent, only half sarcastic pray of thanks to whatever or whoever was up there, preventing the probable end of the normal people's world, and probably the end of the entire world by the hands of a crazy wizard and the knowledge of any mass destruction weapon and how easy it is to get them, either by taking them from people who has access to them or by transfigurating some thing to them and keeping the transfiguration until it hits.

Anyway, after putting the disturbing thoughts and fears he had on the back of his head and finishing his morning workout, Harry quietly went back to his spot before quietly waking up Luna from what appeared to be a great dream and went with her to the room of requirements to interrogate Pettigrew, who was in a bag Harry brought with him last night.

Luna's POV

Luna usually has a great temper, she wouldn't be angry with people, even if they make fun of her, or if they are just mean, Luna almost always able to keep a calm mind.

If they were going to interrogate someone on a different day, and with a different person, she most likely would have asked the questions nicely, maybe being the good auror in a good auror, bad auror interrogation.

Not this morning.

Not only did she go to sleep late after being woke up in the middle of the night by Professor Snape, not only has she slept horribly, and heard the snores of not one but five Weasleys, she also woke up, way too early if she may add, from one of the best dreams she had, where she married Harry with both her mother and Harry's parents alive to celebrate it with them, only to interrogate Peter Pettigrew.

Oh, there is also the fact that he betrayed his friends and caused the imprisonment of an innocent man, and may also caused a few deaths.

Even as they arrived to the ROR, as Harry told her not to over react, as her friend administered the antidote to the drought of living death, and as the strongest truth potion was being forced into his throat, Luna kept thinking about ways to force the truth out of him if they find out he resists the Veritaserum.

Peter's POV

His thoughts were as clean as they would probably ever be as he woke up, as if someone used three different cleaning charm on them, he couldn't remember when was the last time he felt that way, yet as soon as he thought that, a memory jumped to his mind and he heard himself telling it.

"It was sixth year, Professor Dinklermont, that year's DADA professor told me the previous day that I need to leave class as he didn't know how I got in, as I for sure wasn't smart enough to get in.

after begging for another chance he told me I would take the O.W.L. test again, with slight variations.

So, as to not fail a test I barely passed with weeks of preparation, and as it wasn't a ministry administered test, I made a weak truth potion, easy to resist, yet almost as good in sharpening your memories as Veritaserum."

"It seems a side affect having it in your system is blurting up whatever memory is surfacing in your mind." Said a voice from his left side, who when he turned he instantly recognized her as pandora, even as a voice in his head told him it's impossible, that she is looking far too young and that her hair is in the wrong color.

"Pandora? What happened? Why am I blurting out what ever is on my mind?"

"Interesting, he seems to think you are your mother." This voice came from his right side, and even before he turned he recognize the man speaking as Ron Weasley's best friend.

"Marcus? Why do you do that?"

No, something is wrong, he was taller, had broader shoulders, and even with a robe on you could see his defined muscles, and while Marcus lost weight from all his training in quidditch, he didn't have muscles.

The puzzle pieces seemed to be mostly in his hands, and about to fall into place somewhat as the two lookalikes talked between themselves.

"Why didn't it happened to you with Sirius?" Pandora's lookalike said

"I don't know but I have two theories, either I didn't gave him enough time to think about a different thing, or that his mind, after being forced to watch his most terrible thoughts yet keep insisting he is innocent made it easy for those memories to come up." Marcus lookalike stoped before continuing "It could also be that his thoughts were already about his friends as he came into the castle to catch one of them."

"It might also be all three of them, Harry, never forget that possibility." The pale blond, almost white haired Pandora said.

"True, anyhow, we should move on to the topic of conversation, as I don't want to use anymore of my Veritaserum on this rat, it is expensive." The moment the bulky Marcus lookalike, now known as Harry, said the name of the strongest truth serum it all came rushing at him as he understood the situation.

Those two were Harry and Pandora's daughter, whose name, if he recalled correctly (which, with the help of Veritaserum he did) was Luna, and they made him drink the truth serum, after already administrating it to Sirius and should have most of the story in their hands.

Now, he only had two choices, fight the truth serum and fail, or not.

"Tell us, what truly happened on the night of Halloween 1981?"

'I'm sorry, I failed' he thought as he started talking