Ch85- Remembrall

Ch85- Remembrall

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As they made their way back to the Slytherin Common Room, Harry excused himself and went back to his room. Taking the Enchanted Mirror for Distant Viewing from his inventory, he whispered, "Third Floor Forbidden Corridor." Since he had shown the place before, the mirror shimmered and started to show the place.

The mirror revealed a dimly lit corridor, lined with ancient-looking portraits and a series of closed doors. The air seemed heavy, laden with a sense of foreboding. Harry scrutinized the image, searching for any sign of enchantment or danger.

"Looks like the perfect place for a secret rendezvous with destiny," Nigel commented with a hint of sarcasm.

Harry ignored the quip, focusing on the task at hand. "We need to understand what's there before making any move. The last thing we need is to walk into a trap."Follow the latest novels at novelhall.com

"Or worse, a surprise pop quiz," Nigel added dryly.

Harry rolled his eyes, though he couldn't suppress a smirk. "I need to be careful. If there's something valuable or dangerous there, I can't just barge in."

He then shook his head, "I can't watch it all the time. I need to be more proactive." He put the mirror back into his inventory and got up. As he entered the Enchanted Haven Briefcase, he worked out his physical and magical skills. After a strenuous session, he returned to his room, feeling the weight of the day's revelations. He continued his routine as days passed, and finally, the day of the Flying Class arrived.

Thursday morning, as Harry sat at the Slytherin Table, Hedwig arrived with a letter from Petunia. His heart leaped slightly; although it has only been a little over a week, they exchanged letters often. He broke the seal and unfolded the parchment.

"My dear Harry," the letter began, "I hope this finds you well and thriving in your magical world. Crookshanks and Misty are great companions, but they can't quite fill the void left by your absence. The house feels so quiet, too quiet at times. I find myself listening for the sound of your footsteps or the murmur of your voice."

Harry smiled faintly, touched by her words. He continued reading. "I already miss you, Harry. Despite it being a little over a week, I can't help but miss your presence in my life," Petunia's letter continued, her handwriting a neat curve on the parchment. "The house is so silent now, almost as if it's holding its breath, waiting for you to return and fill it with life once again."

Harry read on, his heart softening with each word. Petunia expressed her loneliness, the void left by his absence. She reminisced about the small moments they shared, the conversations, the shared meals, and even the quiet times when they simply sat together, each lost in their thoughts. It was clear from her words that she found comfort and connection in his company, a stark contrast to the coldness that once defined their relationship.

The letter took a more somber turn as Petunia recounted recent unsettling developments. "Vernon and Dudley seem to have vanished into thin air," she wrote. "I don't miss them, Harry, not really. But it's disconcerting, like a bad dream you can't wake up from. Vernon missed his appointment for our divorce. It's as if they've been erased from the world."

She detailed her attempts to locate them, her visits to Marge's house, Vernon's sister, who claimed she hadn't seen them for years. "It's a mystery, Harry. One that I'm not sure I want to solve. Dudley choosing to leave with Vernon hurt me deeply. I felt betrayed, but now, with their disappearance, I'm left with more questions than answers."

As for Crookshanks and Misty, please give them my regards. I'm glad they're there to keep you company, though I'm sure their conversation isn't quite as engaging as our usual banter over dinner.

Remember, you're not alone. We're connected by more than just blood or magic – we share memories, hardships, and now, a bond that grows stronger with each letter. I'll be back to visit as soon as I can, and we'll have much to talk about over a cup of tea.

Stay strong and take care, Aunt Petunia. You're in my thoughts always.

Warmest regards,

Harry"

As he sealed the letter, Harry couldn't help but smile wistfully. Petunia's transformation from the cold guardian of his childhood to this caring figure was something he'd never expected, yet deeply cherished.

Nigel's voice broke through his reverie, "Ah, touching indeed, Master Harry. You do have a way with words. Now, let's hope your heartfelt prose doesn't get lost in the owl post. It'd be quite the tragedy."

Harry chuckled, "I'm sure Hedwig is more reliable than your average postal service, Nigel."

"Indeed, but do remind her not to make any pit stops at any bird conventions en route," Nigel quipped.

As Harry sent Hedwig away after carefully wax-sealing the letter, his attention was drawn to an owl dropping a box for Neville. The boy opened it excitedly, revealing a glass ball the size of a large marble, which seemed to be full of white smoke. From his table, Harry used the Observe function of his System. A message soon appeared:

[System Message: Remembrall. It glows red when the owner has forgotten something. Concealed Ability: Detects and alerts the owner when a memory has been tampered with or erased. Glows pulsating blue for tampered memories and red for erased ones. Linked to the bloodline of a noble house, reveals full capabilities only when held by a true heir.]

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