My Works in the Multiverse (SIAU)

"Your greater good causes a lesser evil, Headmaster, but you can't see that." I begin my statement, leaving the trio even more surprised.

"For your precious greater good, you have caused pain to many people, people who believed and placed their faith, trust and hope in you. Tell me, Headmaster, how many of them are still alive?

I heard about your group fighting Voldemort's forces. They were men and women, with a life of joy and hopes for a better future for their children and friends, but where are they today, can you tell me?

McKinnon? Potter? Longbottom? Bones? Fenwick? Prewett? These are just a few names, which today either no longer exist, or have few who carry those names.

But what about the enemy? No casualties. A slap on their wrists, a little conversation, and you grant them forgiveness. Tell me, Headmaster, how can I forgive?" I look at the man, who withered with each of my words.

Snape, despite all his resentment, couldn't say anything to refute or mock. On the contrary, he stared at the old director with some doubt and discomfort in his eyes.

McGonagall, on the other hand, had tears in her eyes. She herself, having witnessed many deaths of people she called friends, people she loved.

"You need to keep in mind the big picture of the situation..." the old man tries to speak, his voice somewhat weak, as if it were the last thread of hope for his truth.

"Impossible." the rush. "It's impossible for us to see the big picture, Headmaster. You don't allow anyone but yourself to see the big picture. When you hide your secrets, and expect people to do what you tell them to do.

Unfortunately, for a long time, I was wrong to follow that guideline, but not anymore. So, sir, when you need me to trust your judgment, I expect you to come and tell me the facts, without half-truths or half-information.

I'm tired of following, blindly, down a path that I don't know where it will lead." I finally declare.

"I think you've given me a lot to think about, Harry. I'm sorry if I wasted your precious time by coming here. I hope one day, I'll be privy to your trust again." the old man says, subtly indicating the door.

"It wasn't a waste of time, Headmaster." I reply with a smile, turning to leave, but stopping at the door. "A wise man once said, 'It doesn't matter if it's small, medium or large, evil is always evil, and there's always a choice, even if you don't choose one.'" I leave, leaving the trio to ponder my words...

... I think.

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After confirming my 'suspicions', or should I say, memories, I started to study new ways to stay underwater for more than an hour. Of course, transfiguring a diving mask was at the top of my ideas.

I would need to develop a spell, also a transfiguration spell, to create fins or something similar, like hands and flippers. This would give me more speed of movement underwater for some time.

I also thought about giving myself gills, but when I remembered how Deep from The Boyz was, I decided to pass on that idea. Disgusting.

I shared my idea with Cedric, who preferred to keep it simple, using only a bubble head charm. It was reliable, although it prevented him from using some stronger spells, since he was not yet very proficient in the chantless spell.

To solve this problem, our group would get together to practice.

Even though she knew she needed it, Hermione was not the happiest girlfriend these days. For most of the week, I was in the prefects' bathroom, testing some runes and transfigurations, which left her 'alone' with the group.

Neville and Luna, despite being nothing more than friends, and him clearly liking Hanna, had that sibling connection, which made the girl feel left out. Cho and Cedric were a couple, and that made Hermione uncomfortable to be around.

Susan, despite everything, was much more social, so when she didn't want to hold candles in the group, she would simply leave and go find her other friends from her house. But for Hermione, this was a big complication.

Ever since the fight with Ron, and having been so strongly on Harry's side, like few others from the beginning, she felt a bit left out.

But soon, her feelings changed when I started spending more time with her again.

After a few good slaps on the arm, a few tight hugs, apologies followed by passionate and quite lustful kisses, she 'graciously forgave me'.

I began to realize that I was becoming a perfect mix of Harry and my old self. The insecurities and fears were now one, but I felt more confident, and with the boy's courage, it was a good upgrade.

But what caught my attention the most, in a lovely surprise, was Hermione's maturity. Let's say that, since the beginning of our relationship, our bodies were already well recognized by each other, even if it was nothing more than a few gropes and licks.

However, it was only a week before the ball, and it seemed like our hormones were all in a marching band, singing a melody that almost drove us crazy when we were together.

'Damn Hormones, Damn Hormones, lalala lalala la...' it was always the same thing, with those damn pink ponies dancing and jumping around my brain.

We are between 14 and 15 years old, and it is a hellish time for us. Even though she is the most proper and confident girl, I had managed to break through that shell, that shield of hers, and it was not difficult to get her to almost the limit of what was acceptable.

Cedric and Cho, being more experienced people in this area, gave us some good advice, whether talking separately or all together. I even asked, in front of Hermione, that if by any chance I was out of the ordinary, they should stun me.

That made me think I was a hypocrite. How can I give the old man a moral lesson about good and evil, and only think about 'bad things' with the girl of my dreams?