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Watching my adoptive grandmother study the Room of Requirement with an excited, almost childlike expression — analyzing the place the same way I had done hundreds of times — I smiled softly.
My gaze then shifted to the invisible runes as well, my eyes glowing with the activation of my Magic Vision.
"Well, Penny, you're not wrong in saying that an ordinary wizard wouldn't be able to create a room like this," I began, drawing her attention back to me. "From the moment I discovered this room and started using it, I've witnessed forms and uses of magic that I had never seen before. And that was… different — in a good way, of course."
I placed my hand on my chin, thoughtful.
"And thinking about it, there really isn't any other place in the wizarding world — not even in the rest of Hogwarts, or even in your house — that has ever given me anything similar."
"I think I understand what you mean," Penny said, a reflective look in her eyes. "I've only been here for a few minutes, and I already feel like my understanding of magic has expanded."
"I feel the same," Nick added. "And if I had to compare it, I'd say this room reminds me of certain ancient ruins or naturally-formed magical structures we found during our expeditions."
"Hmm, now that you mention it, I can see the resemblance…" his wife murmured, one finger resting under her chin.
Hearing the musings of the two ancient and experienced beings, I raised an eyebrow with interest.
I might have deep knowledge, affinity, and connection to magic, but I couldn't deny that I didn't even have twenty percent of the experience they had gathered throughout their lives.
When it came to knowing and understanding all branches of magic, I was an amateur compared to them.
They had seen places, cultures, and magics that I couldn't even imagine — I didn't even know as much of the wizarding world as the other adult witches and wizards in this room.
So hearing them compare the Room of Requirement to ruins and natural magical formations awakened something inside me — an adventurous desire to explore the world.
'Hmm, maybe I'll ask them to take me to some of those places when the school year ends,' I thought, making a mental note.
Leaving that for another time, I refocused on the conversation.
I then noticed that the discussion was quickly drifting into other subjects, and not wanting to lose focus, I decided to cut into their debate.
"Look, to be honest, I have no idea who, how, or when this room was created. I don't even know if I'll ever find that out," I said, bringing their attention back to me. "But I have a theory… or I guess it would be more accurate to call it a supposition."
"I believe that this room was either created by the Founders as a special space when they built the castle, or the castle itself created it, using the magic concentrated in this place."
Hearing my suppositions, Nick and Penny nodded, having reached a similar conclusion.
Meanwhile, the rest of the group — except for Luna, who was dreamily staring around — looked at me with confused expressions.
Everyone had been paying attention to our conversation since the beginning, but the more we spoke, the more lost they became.
Of course, it wasn't their fault. Nick, Penny, and I simply had a deeper and more detailed understanding of magic than they did.
'Urgh… I feel like I'm sitting in a classroom listening to a confusing and difficult lecture,' Ron thought, not having understood even a fifth of what we said.
And Harry beside him was in the same situation — completely lost.
The only member of the Golden Trio who seemed interested was — unsurprisingly — Hermione, who had already asked the room for parchment and a quill to take notes.
Seeing that the three of us were going to keep talking, Sirius — who was already feeling his head start to ache — interrupted quickly:
"Okay, we get it. This place is amazing and all that," he said hurriedly. "Now, could we please go back to speaking a language normal people understand?"
"Oh, sorry. I forgot that not everyone here was blessed with the gift of intelligence," I said sadly, very pointedly looking at him… and at Dora.
"Hey! Why are you looking at me? He's the one who complained!" Dora protested, offended.
"My bad, force of habit," I apologized.
"Force of habit?" She frowned.
"Yes," I nodded. "It's just that people with learning difficulties due to brain problems usually come in pairs. And you two are cousins, so…"
"Wait — are you calling me stupid?!"
"Look, I didn't say 'stupid', I said 'people with learning difficulties due to brain problems'... Completely different," I explained slowly.
"Different my ass! That's the same thing!" Dora glared at me.
"Oh!" I looked at her with an expression of surprise. "Looks like you're not as stupid as I thought!"
"Say that again if you dare, you smug little brat!"
"Make me, My Little Pony knockoff."
"I don't even know what that is, you overgrown arrogant chicken!"
"Troll brain!"
"Stinky Ravenclaw!"
"Says the girl whose house mascot is basically a skunk."
"It's a badger!"
"That's not what your smell says."
"Oh, you—!"
"Children, stop arguing," Andy said, cutting off the exchange.
Dora opened her mouth to complain, but the intimidating Lady Tonks needed only a look to silence her.
Seeing the Metamorphmagus go quiet, I looked at her with a smug, victorious smirk.
However, in the next instant, I noticed my mom looking at me — and my smile vanished instantly as I sat up straight like a well-trained statue.
Sirius, who had been watching the argument in utter joy — knowing full well he had caused it — let out a laugh at the sight of us defeated.
Unfortunately for him, that laugh drew both my mom's and Andy's glare toward him.
And just like Dora and I, he immediately lowered his head in silence.
Once the three troublemakers were properly subdued, the two women nodded to each other in satisfaction.
My mom then moved to one of the sofas closest to my armchair, sat down, and pulled a cushion into her lap.
"Well, now that everyone is quiet again, perhaps we can finally return to the reason we're here," she said, her gaze sweeping the room.
"I agree," Apolline said, who had remained silent beside her husband and daughters — both worried and curious.
She sat as well, gathering her family close.
The others didn't remain standing for much longer, and in a few seconds the sofas and armchairs of the Room of Requirement were fully occupied.
"Okay, we have a private and calm room to talk in now, so I think it's time for you to tell us what really happened in that graveyard," Andy said seriously, her eyes locking onto mine.
Feeling her gaze, I understood: this was no longer a moment for jokes.
This was the moment everyone had been waiting for.... The moment the truth would be revealed.
"Right," I took a deep breath, focusing.
"To make things clearer, I think we should start from the beginning… the maze."
The atmosphere changed instantly.
The laughter and lightness vanished — replaced by a tension so thick it felt physical.
Everyone's expressions tightened, and all eyes turned to me.
"After the task started, I immediately began running through the maze, looking for the cup. But along the way, I noticed that something was wrong."
"And it didn't take long before I was cornered by Barty Crouch Junior, and then…"
The words began to flow from my mouth, and I told them everything — leaving almost no detail out.
I shared every bit of information I thought was important or even slightly relevant, and Harry and Fleur stepped in a few times, adding details from their perspectives.
When I reached the part about the graveyard, I repeated what I had told everyone on the Quidditch Pitch — but this time, I didn't omit anything.
I told everything.
I spoke about the trap, the suppressing ward, our decision to send Fleur away, and how we were captured.
Then I described the ritual — how it was performed, and what I noticed... until I arrived at Voldemort's rebirth.
No one interrupted. Not even once.
The adults. The teenagers. The wizards. The muggles... Everyone was tense — hanging on every single word.
Reaching the final part of the events, I began to talk about the battles we fought in the graveyard.
At that moment, my parents and Sirius were on the edge of their seats, wearing anxious and worried expressions — even though they could clearly see we were standing right in front of them, safe and unharmed.
As I described the fights, I felt relieved to notice that my family — and the others around us — didn't react too strongly when I mentioned killing Pettigrew and Macnair.
Of course, I could still feel the shift in their emotions, but none of them showed judgment or disgust toward what I had done.
What I sensed was sadness, concern, and irritation — especially from my parents.
Sadness and concern because they feared that this might affect me, scar me, or leave some kind of trauma.
And irritation at the whole situation that forced me to go through this in the first place.
That eased my mind. I knew they didn't want a son who kills, but the fact that they didn't recoil from my actions showed me they weren't afraid of me — that they didn't see me differently.
Anyway, returning to the present: when I finished telling everything, ending with Fawkes rescuing us and taking us away from there, the silence that followed was almost absolute.
Only the crackling of the fireplace could be heard in the room.
End.
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