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“You might have killed thousands of people,” Harry cups Voldemort’s cheek. “But at least you made me happy.” He finishes.
Harry doesn’t know how he ended up in this situation, watching his so-called future self being lovey-dovey with the Dark Lord. He just knows that he should blame the Potter luck for this.
It starts with It starts with Harry sitting down, looking around the great hall. Seeing a mirror as big as a chalkboard in front of the high table where the professors sat.
“What’s up with that mirror,” asks Ron, sitting beside Harry and Hermione sitting across.
Hermione’s about to question the same thing when suddenly the mirror glows white and shows a girl, she looked mature, with brown eyes and dark messy hair that made her look wild. Next to her, was a boy that looked like his age, with green eyes and straight dark hair that was tied in a ponytail.
The girl coughed and said “I show not your reflection, but the future you seek--” the boy elbowed her on the side.
“Enra, stop playing around!” he whisper-yelled.
“It’s part of the script, what am I supposed to do Saint?” she snapped, facing him.
“Let’s not make this too long,” the now newly named Saint said, voice full of irritation.
“Okay, okay!” Enra raised both her hands in defeat.
“We’re here to show you the future.” Saint deadpans.
That didn’t sound good, Harry grimaced
“In fact we’re going to show you all Harry Potter’s future, past and present,” Enra pauses.
“We’re going to show something important and should help you in saving the world!” she added, clapping her hands.
That didn’t sound good at all.
“Ah shit, here we go again.” Harry let’s out a tired sigh.