Chapter 59: Just the beginning

Chapter 59: Just the beginning

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"Dialogue"

'Thoughts'

$Parseltongue$

Chapter 59: Just the beginning

The school year came to an end without any more 'extracurricular' activities.

Draco had been a lot quieter after he came back, he also stopped trying to pick fights with Neville, Ron, and Seamus and at least Neville was grateful for that.

It was hard to tell how this change was going to affect Draco in the long run, but this was not something Harry was going to worry about at the moment, he had better things to think about than Draco Malfoy.

The 'Boy Who Lived' had a bit too much excitement for his first year, and became somewhat paranoid when he was outside the common room. So it was a good thing he never learned about the assassin who had been hired to kill him.

As far as the students knew, Professor Nayar had just gone back to his country due to some personal emergency.

Daphne didn't try to contact him for more meetings after they were done with their occlumency practices. She did promise to practice hard during the summer and that could only mean that next year, she was going to pressure him some more to satiate her inquisitive mind.

In some ways, Daphne reminded him of Hermione. When there is something she wants to know, she never seems to give up.

He had no idea of what to expect for next year. With Lord Malfoy dead and the diary gone, things have become truly unpredictable.

'Was Neville even a parselmouth? like the previous him was.' Harry wondered.

This leads him to another, more important question...was Neville even a horrocrux?

He does have the cursed scar, but since Voldemort didn't die, would the horrocrux still be created? Could the deaths of his parents have worked as the catalyst this time around?

The prophecy still existed in this timeline, he was at least sure of that.

If the prophecy was still the same, the events of that Halloween night should have been very similar to the ones he knew, just with a different baby.

"Ron, you are being a bit rude," Neville said.

"Come on! he took the window seat." Ron pointed at Harry.

"Lest he can do is tell us!...so...are we there ye-"

"Shut up already!" Harry snapped.

Something he immediately regretted after seeing the startled faces of the three children.

"I'm sorry Ron, I didn't mean to....ohh look! we are there!" Harry pointed out of the window.

The train station was finally in sight.

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Harry hurried to get off the train. He had no more patience to deal with kids.

"Harry!" Someone called his name.

Except for this one.

He went down to one knee and let his little sister jump to him.

"I missed you too, Holly."

Despite the short time they had known each other, Harry had become very attached to the little ball of sunshine that was his little sister. Too bad he could not say the same about the other one.

Most of the letters he had sent from Hogwarts during the year, had been for her.

He never had a sibling before so he didn't know if this was a normal feeling.

"Welcome back Harry!" He was now welcomed by the sight of his mother.

"Ready to go home? there is a treacle pie waiting for you." She added with a warm smile.

'If I recall well enough, the last time, at the end of my first year, the only thing waiting for me at the house, was my aunt, yelling at me to hurry up to drop my junk in the cupboard so I could go clean the garage...this is quite the improvement.' Were Harry's thoughts.

"I'm ready to go home."