Harry potter The Boy Who Remembers

No matter what happened, the timing didn't match. Even if the stone was really destroyed as Dumbledore would say, they should have had the foresight to have more elixir. They left the damn thing with Dumbledore for a year, they wouldn't just only have enough Elixir for exactly a single year. This was murder, and Harry was afraid of the implication of such murder.

Flamel was a constant in the magical world for six centuries, and just like that, he was gone. And that was worrying. It was a reminder that the world wasn't safe and that no matter how experienced you are, you can never be safe. Dumbledore must be far more dangerous than he had expected. Voldemort's words came to mind slightly before the Potter scion dismissed them. These were the ravings of a mass-murdering, power-hungry madman who wanted to convince Harry to join him for some reason. He couldn't trust a word that thing said. The screaming when he had killed that unicorn still haunted his dream. The utterly wrong act of slaying something so fundamentally pure was disgusting.

Back to the Flamel situation, Harry expected the demand for alchemical products to rise immensely in Europe. Alchemists were already rare, and the number of competent ones in Europe could be counted on two hands. Dumbledore had essentially bought a ticket to fortune in the aftermath of Flamel's death. He was the only real source of alchemical products. The classes in Hogwarts were nothing more than an introduction to the field. Two years were not enough to become anything more than an amateur in Alchemy, and the products on demand were notoriously complicated.

This was a decisive win for Dumbledore, and that was a fact.

It really was a shame, Harry had wanted to meet Flamel eventually, to understand what it meant to see the world go round before their eyes, to see civilizations be born and destroyed. He wanted to pick the man's brain when it came to alchemy, perhaps even create a philosopher's stone of his own. But that wasn't possible anymore.

Choosing to not ponder too much on the issue, Harry decided to just explore the alley. He had already gone to the alley, but he didn't really buy anything, apart from a few curiosities. He did get his glasses charmed to magnify things by him touching the handle. These looked dead useful, and he wanted them. Harry also wanted to buy his school supplies, at least his standard one since his letter still hadn't come in.

After buying a few quills and rolls of parchment, Harry decided to have some ice cream at Florean Forescue's Ice Cream Parlour, before going to the bookstore to see if the new books came out. Hogwarts was notorious for giving the book list at the last minute because of the Defense Professors changing every year. Still, Dumbledore might have finally found a Defense Professor. Harry really hoped it wasn't Lockhart. The Potter scion couldn't stomach another useless year of defence to deal with. Honestly, the man's book would have been sold very well as fiction books. He was a good writer, and competent as a public persona, but it was obvious that some of these stories were outlandish. Who in their right mind wrestles a werewolf anyway?

Finally, Harry arrived at the bookstore, and as always was disappointed in the lack of a Hogwarts book list. He finally decided to just browse in the collection. Flourish and Blotts was honestly the only bookstore in the alley. There weren't any libraries or any place that sold books really. Funnily enough, Harry had seen a Most Potente Potions book in a secondhand shop he browsed. He had immediately bought it for a couple of galleons, knowing that it was worth so much more in both knowledge and value. Still, there seemed to be something fundamental about the lack of widespread knowledge, at least with any magical knowledge.

Back to Flourish and Blotts, there was a sign with a giant moving poster of Lockhart. The man in the poster was grinning and winking at everyone, and Harry suppressed the urge to curse the ponce. And yet various witches kept sighing whenever he did that. What the hell was wrong with these people?

Still, the Potter scion decided to look at the announcement. Huh, apparently, the man was coming to sign his new book release. Having decided not to continue, Harry decided to leave the bookstore. His mood was already sour because of what happened to Flamel, and well, Lockhart fanatics were not going to help things.

Harry slowly wandered around until he found himself in the Leaky Cauldron once more. He just walked up the stairs and entered his room. The Flamel situation simply would not leave his mind. The utter fear he felt at the idea of not being secure enough for something like that to happen.

He learnt one thing for certain and that was the fact that Dumbledore was fucking terrifying. He didn't want anything to do with the man, really, but that was it.

With determination in his eyes, the last Potter proclaimed, "This is not over. I will become powerful, and I will survive. This is a promise."

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