My Works in the Multiverse (SIAU)

I knew, Hermione knew, Neville knew, and anyone else with half a brain knew that the Gryffindor common room was now packed with students, waiting for me to arrive, to celebrate with their champion, the completion of the first task.

Unfortunately, THEY didn't know that I wasn't in the mood to party with the same people who, until yesterday, had turned their backs on me. Even after hearing my magical oath, it wasn't hard to hear some claiming that I was somehow lying.

Of course, a few, like the Quidditch team, Colin, Ginny, and a few others, were still on my side, and I knew they would be sad about my absence, but I could explain, and I guarantee that unlike some, they would understand.

So my group, instead of partying in the common room, was gathered in the kitchens. I had made it clear to McGonagall what we were going to do, and she herself showed up for a few minutes, congratulating me on my achievement, praising my tactics, and telling me to take my friends to the common room before curfew.

Our 'party' would be short-lived, since Luna would have to make a long journey to her common room, even with Cho close by. Although they seemed like friends, they didn't get along, thanks to the blonde girl's eccentricity.

There was also the fact that Cedric might not stay long, since he couldn't leave his friends in the common room waiting. He always had support, and that was fine with me. After a few pleasantries, we were all in our rooms well before curfew.

Of course, getting through the common room was a challenge, especially seeing faces that until yesterday had been whispering behind my back, and now, they were all smiles, as if we were best friends.

That included Ron.

His nerve was only not greater because his brothers decided to play a prank on him, pushing him away in a few seconds. When they realized that their false kindnesses were not working, the common room quickly emptied.

With the exception of a few, who I asked to stay and explained my point.

After I took some sweets and pieces of cake out of my pocket, explaining that I had only placed an expansion rune to fit a lot of things, we had a small and humble private party.

The night was peaceful and dreamless, thanks to my occlusion. It was not exactly the same as the wizarding world, but it works almost the same. I discovered that my mind is like space, surrounded by stars, small and large.

This is linked to my lesser spatial manipulation ability, I believe, since, instead of having a memory like drawers and the like, storing them, they are like the stars, in the infinite dark space.

There is a kind of black hole, sealed by the space around it. That's where Voldemort's soul fragment is. I've been working on a way to reach that place, but without a proper study of the space and how it could affect me, I'm putting it off.

It was during breakfast that McGonagall approached me.

"Good morning, Mr. Potter. I would like to inform you that the headmaster would like to have a word with you in his office after breakfast." She looked at me with a bit of concern, but there was a certain undisguised pride in her tone and posture.

My eyes run over the teachers' table, where I notice three empty chairs. The headmaster's, clearly preparing for our meeting, the vice-headmistress's, who was here with me, and Severus Snape's.

"Thank you for the warning, professor, but I would like to ask you to accompany me during my meeting with the headmaster." I say the woman, receiving a strange look from her, Hermione next to me, and Ron who was listening to the conversation without hiding his curiosity.

"I don't see a problem, Mr. Potter, I'll wait for you to finish your coffee." she says, already turning to go back to the teachers' table.

"If you're done, we can go now. Talking earlier gives me more time later to continue my studies and discover the next clue." I say, standing up.

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As soon as we finish climbing the stairs, the door opens, with me entering in an unusual way.

With frightening speed, I twist my wrist, holding my wand, pushing McGonagall aside, while a disarming spell flies at an abnormal speed towards the headmaster. In the corner, caught by surprise like the others, Snape was being thrown back, by a kind of magical force, a pressure of air without air.

My hand was with 3 fingers stretched out, with the pinky and thumb closed.

The old wand, the Elder Wand, flies from Dumbledore, forming a soft arc in the air, and coming to rest in my hand.

"What was that, Mr. Potter?" McGonagall's voice comes from behind me, at the same time that her wand is firmly attached to the back of my neck.

"Preparing my future, ma'am." I answer calmly, while holding 'Dumbledore's' wand between my fingers, as well as my own, as if showing that I have nothing else to do, surrendering.

"I must say, a magnificent performance." Dumbledore says, getting up from his chair and walking towards me. Very calmly, he takes 'his' wand back, pocketing it calmly. "Only a few Aurors could do something like that." he says in a complimentary way.

"As I said, sir, preparing for the future. My dream is to be an Auror when my time at Hogwarts is over." I reply with a calm smile.

"As arrogant as his father, I said the boy needed more discipline, Albus." Snape complains, despite his expression always the same, of someone with poop stuck to his mustache, but his eyes had a slight, almost imperceptible apparent surprise.

"I couldn't say, after all, they were killed." I reply shrugging, looking at Snape. "But maybe that's why you won't leave me alone, sir? Do you miss my father?" I ask the man curiously.

I felt the wand that was previously on the back of my neck being slowly removed. At Dumbledore's signal, I walked into the office, closely followed by McGonagall.

"I hate your father," Snape blurted out.

"That's saying a lot, but I would like to say, sir, that I don't need any more enemies. If your problem is with my father, why do you take it out on me for no reason? Because I look like him? If that's the case, I must say, the headmaster seems to have erred in his judgment," I replied.

"Rest assured, Harry, I trust Snape completely," Dumbledore said, as if that were the answer to everything.

"You know, headmaster. I do look up to you," I said, sighing, while the old wizard looked a little prouder. "I know that all I have to do is not follow in your footsteps, and I'll know I've lived a proper life," I finished, taking the trio by surprise.

Dumbledore seemed to wither, Snape looked at me as if he had never really seen me, and McGonagall, now at my side, looked at me in shock.

"Can you elaborate, Harry?" says the headmaster, his voice quite sad.