What if the sword of Gryffindor never appeared? What if Neville never killed Nagini? What if the seventh horcrux was never destroyed? What if The Boy who Lived couldn't defeat the Dark Lord with an Expelliarmus? What if Voldemort won the war? What i...
Delphini faced the her class of fourth years and confidently opened her mouth, "Good morning class."
"Good morning Professor Riddle," the class slowly sang. (Aquila cringed at her sisters title because sometimes she would think people were calling herself Professor). "Come on class. Its Friday! No classes after this for two whole days! once again."
"Good Morning Professor Riddle!" the class yelled, happy with the sudden realisation that this was the last class of the week. "That's more like it," Delphini cheered, "Today's topic. Horcruxes. What do you know about them?"
A few hand shot up in the air including Aquila's. A Ravenclaw boy was quicker though. "Yes, Mr. Scamander," Delphini called out. "Horcruxes are Dark Magic in which a Wizard or Witch kills somebody and uses that magic to transfer a piece of their soul into the nearest object."
"Very goo, five point to Ravenclaw. Herpo the Fowl of Ancient Greek was the first and only known person to have created horcruxes. They essentially make it impossible for you to die because there is always a part of your soul left on the planet," Delphini informed. The sound of thirty two quills scratching bounced of the walls as Delphini continued. "So essentially horcruxes make you immortal?" Aquila asked. "hand Aquila," Delphini warned, "but yes, unless someone destroys your horcrux. For example," Delphini searched around for and object and finally held up a quill, "I kill someone and transfer half of my soul into this quill. No matter how many times you kill me, I will always return because my soul which is in this quill is still on earth. But," Delphini snapped the quill in half, "If you destroy this quill beyond repair," more scratch of quills, "and then kill me, I will die for good."
"So like, is you appearance changed if you are killed and you have made a horcrux," Aquila pressed further. She had no clue where these questions were coming from but she needed them answered. "Yes, you would look like your potential animagi," Delphini answered a bit suspicious. "So like, a serpent perhaps," Aquila asked, her eyes narrowing. Was she really suggesting that Voldemort had horcruxes lying around? "That would explain Voldemort's no nose complexion," Aquila added. She noticed a few flinches, including Scorpius's. Albus unfortunately was in Divination. Aquila knew. She read her sister's body language. Delphini had become stiff, her eyes rapidly looking around for something to answer. She wringed her fingers and spoke, "So, I want everyone to write a foot long essay on horcruxes due tomorrow," Delphini finished just as the bell rang. The excitement of the weekends washed away the memories of Aquila's unanswered question. Everyone forgot about it except Aquila.
She knew her sister diverted from topics when she was nervous to give out the information the asker wanted. Aquila knew her answer without Delphini intending to tell her and Delphini regretted every piece of her fiber for letting that slip. As soon as the class left Draco entered the class room. "hey," he said softly looking at the worried look etched onto Delphini's face. "Aquila's on the path of knowing," Delphini whispered. Draco sighed and pulled her into a warm embrace. "I have a feeling that she is going to end all of this," Draco whispered and pressed a kiss onto his sister's hair, "I feel like that's why her eyes are so similar to Har-Potter's," Draco quickly corrected himself, "It's the universe's way of telling us A Chosen One is in our midst."
"That is very philosophical about my sister's eyes," Delphini chuckled. "That's why I named her Aquila Harrius. I wanted her to pass a message that she will soar high and perhaps complete what Potter could not." "You are very cheesy you know that?" Delphini laughed.
Aquila skipped Lunch to spend time in the restricted section of the library. The librarian at first wouldn't let her in without a permit so Aquila had to use her name as a last resort. She ran her fingers through the bindings of the different books that were there. She glanced at a book titled, 'Wolfsbane and their effects on different creatures' by Severus Snape, and grabbed it, hoping to read it later. She swiftly passed the Monster Book of Monsters and walked to the very back of the section. She found a book labelled, 'Gaunt Family tree,' an self biography by Gaunt. Aquila tilted her had at the familiarity of the name and decided to keep it in her bag. The book right next to it however, was the jackpot. 'The Art of Horcruxes,' by Albus Dumbledore.
'Albus?' Aquila thought. She grabbed the book and began reading it. 'The Art of Horcruxes is so dark that I believed that as Headmaster, it was my duty to remove it from syllabus. I could not make the same mistake twice,' it read. Aquila read further into the book, jotting down any important points. 'he was such an innocent boy, Tom Riddle,' As soon as Aquila read that name, a very particular spot on the upper right corner of her forehead stung. Her hand flew to the sting and felt a wet, gooey type substance. She pulled her hand back and saw red blood dripped onto her fingers. He quickly transfigured a nearby roach into a mirror and examined the spot. She wiped the blood off her forehead and frown when she saw no cut from where the blood could have appeared from. A bright flash covered her eyes and she was in a different place. She tried moving her head around to examine her surrounding but it was as if she had become an observer of her own actions.
She seemed to be in a musty looking house, in a wooden like kitchen. There was short and stout woman with red hair hastily grabbing a wash cloth while another was screaming for her to hurry. "Are you okay mate?" A man's voice said. The head turned on it's own, she realised she was sitting and much taller than she initially was. Her eyes (or just the eyes) looked up to see a man with purple hair, seemingly dyed because the roots seem to be showing his natural ginger hair. He was tall and lanky and oddly looked like an adult version of Albus's cousin Fred. "Of course he's not okay George Weasley!" the stout woman yelled. She rushed towards Aquila with a glass of water, "Harry dear drink this," she spoke. Harry? her name was Aquila. She wanted to say that but she heard a different voice coming from her mouth, a male's more specifically, "Thanks Molly. I just- feel- I don't know."
"Take it easy mate," another familiar man said. He looked exactly like the man he met beside Rose on the platform, in her first year. She frowned in her head. Another bright light blinded her and she was suddenly in the library again, panting from shock from what she had just witnessed. Harry. The name George Weasley. Molly. The man from the platform. They were all familiar names. Then it hit her like a truck. They were all Albus's family. The two men were Albus's cousins The Weasleys and Molly was his grandmother. And if she was addressing Aquila as Harry, which was Albus's dad, that means Aquila was in Harry's head? Aquila decided to keep the experience a secret and headed towards The Great Hall, where it was already dinner time.
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