Different yet The same World - Chapter12 (Repost)

Sorry, guys; this is not a new chapter; rather, it is a repost of the most recent ADyTSW chapter. Patreon has informed me that I have violated their Terms of Service.

They believe there were underage characters involved sexually in this chapter, even though I have already stated at the start that none of the characters indulging carnally in this or any other story of mine are underage. But since it wasn't clear enough already, I am going to give the ages of every character that may be involved in an intimate scene.

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Alright, since in my story, Hogwarts starts at 13, the characters' ages are:

Harry Potter – 21 years old

Amelia Bones – 21 years old

Bellatrix Black – 19 years old

Narcissa Black – 18 years old

Lily Evans – 18 years old

The sharp ray of sun irritated the eyelid of a 21-year-old handsome Black-haired man whose emerald green eyes fluttered open, and he raised his arm to block the sun.

Noticing the higher-than-usual position of the sun, Harry, in his half-awakened state, waved his left hand while muttering “Tempus.”

10:00 am

Squinting his eyes Harry groaned at how late it was, but his annoyance disappeared when he felt the weight of the soft, luscious body draped over his.

A smile spread on his face as his left hand brushed aside auburn-red hair from his chest, and his eyes took in the beautiful features of softly snoring Amelia Bones.

She looked so adorable that he barely suppressed the urge to squeeze her cheek. To think that this young woman, who has accomplished so much in her 21 years and always acts so strict and professionally all day, would have such a soft side to her.

Harry felt proud that he was the only one who could reveal this side of Amelia Bones.

He shuffled down and drew his face closer to her, leaving soft, feathery kisses from her forehead to her nose, from her cheeks to her ear, but never kissing her lips.

Even when the still-sleeping Amelia's breathing got heavier and she pouted and plucked her lips for a kiss, Harry still didn’t kiss her and trailed his lips down her body.

Kissing and licking all the marks he left on her neck the previous night, Harry made his way to one part of her body he can’t pull himself away from.

No matter how much he tried, Harry could never keep his lips or hands away from Amelia’s glorious boobs.

Grabbing her tits, Harry pushed them up and made them even perkier than before. Mouth watering, he rolled Amelia underneath him and began worshipping her puppies.

Kissing and licking, he made sure to not leave even one spot as he enjoyed his fun time and smirked when he heard Amelia's breathing getting heavier and a pitiful moan escaping her lips as she almost begged him to lick her rock-hard, attention-demanding nipples.

Giving mercy on her, Harry finally took the right boobs nipples and sucked on them, taking a mouthful of boobs in his mouth.

“Harryyyy…..”

His eyes twinkled in delight and mischief after hearing Amelia whimper, and he sucked her nipple one last time and released it with a pop.

“Good morning, Auror Bones,” Harry replied cheekily with his face right in between her two pillows.

“Good morning” Amelia bit her lip at the sight of his smug face, snuggling lovingly in the valley of her tits. “You really love them.”

“Can you blame me?” Harry smiled lecherously and brought her two nipples together and sucked on them.

Amelia, with her face burning red, turned away from that arousing sight and straight into the rays of the blinding sun.

“Ah…” Scrunching her eyes, she rubbed them and moaned. “What time is it?”

“10 in the morning,” Harry answered, rubbing his cheek on her soft skin.

Amelia’s eyes opened fully after hearing the time. “We slept for that long?”

“No, we slept at 4 in the very early morning. Or have you forgotten how long awake we were, or did I really fucked you that good, huh?” Harry smirked.

“Wha…” Amelia’s eyes bulged out, and her face began streaming as she finally remembered the previous night’s pleasure-filled and screaming hot steaming fun they had.

From the moment she stepped into Harry's bathroom with nothing but her towel around her, to having her body pressed against the wall while Harry's massive cock stretched her formerly virgin pussy, to continuing in this very bed, it was all a blur.

She doesn’t even know what happened after Harry made her cum on this bed, as all she could remember is her body reaching the peak of pleasure she didn’t even think was possible.

She was in such a daze that she didn't remember falling asleep; in fact, she must have passed out after her body couldn’t take any more of Harry’s ridiculous stamina and skills.  

So yes, Harry really did fucked her that good.

But she was not going to admit to this smug bastard.

Harry chuckled, seeing her huffing and pouting, and trailed his face down her flat stomach to her pussy that looked like it took a true pounding with how red and still slightly gaping it was with his dried cum around it on her thighs.

Amelia, seeing his smirking face staring at her sore pussy, knew exactly what he was thinking and closed her legs quickly.

“No, mister, as much as I loved it, my poor pussy can’t take another round of sex.”

“Don’t worry, love.” Harry chuckled at her attempt to sound stern despite her blushing face and raised an eyebrow. “You didn’t think that this was the first time this has happened with me, did you?”

Amelia was confused by his words, but then she suddenly felt a chill that soothed her sore muscles. A breath of relief left her lips, and this time it was her who was eager as she spread her legs willingly.

Harry, seeing the lust and eagerness in her eyes, smiled widely, laid down between her legs, and brought his lips to her already wet lips.

“Now let me apologise to you properly for going hard last night.” He blew right on her pink lips, and Amelia shivered in arousal and impatience.

She had experienced what Harry could do with his magical tongue last night, and she can’t wait for it again.

Unfortunately for the horny couple, their moment was ruined by a majestic phoenix patronus.

Amelia whined in disappointment, and Harry covered her body with his even though the Patronus is just a magical construct.

The silvery phoenix spread her wings, and Albus Dumbledore's voice came out from it.

“Harry, Amelia, I am sorry for interrupting your morning, but can you please come to my office to continue our talk about last night? You two have 15 mins, so I hope to see you two in my office by then.”

With the message delivered, the Patronus burst into a silver trail of lights.

The two frustrated and still-horny couples shared an annoying sigh and leaned their foreheads on each other.

“Old bastard can’t have some fun himself, so he is stopping others from having it as well,” Harry grumbled.

Amelia snorted and then laughed loudly, with Harry joining in. Once they calmed down, the two leaned in and shared some sweet kisses.

Harry rolled off and stood up, stretching his arms. “Looks like the apology is postponed for later.”

Amelia rolled her eyes, but there was a smile on her face as she made her way to the bathroom"We don't have much time; we should get ready quickly."

Harry, whose eyes were on her juicy, swaying ass, grinned, “Well then, we should shower together to save some time.”

Amelia turned around and narrowed her eyes at him. “Absolutely not, mister. I don’t trust you to control yourself and not do something that will make us late,” she accused him with her arms at her hips and her tits jiggling enticingly.

“Oh come on, I can control myself,” Harry replied, despite his eyes not on her face but down below.

“Yeah, sure,” Amelia said dryly, rolling her eyes. “I would believe that if your dick would stop saluting me.” This time it was her eyes that were down below on the massive thing standing tall between Harry’s legs.

“Hey,” Harry pouted, crossing his arms. “This is not my fault. You can’t expect little Harry to not be happy when you are gloriously naked like that.”

Amelia tried not to laugh as she saw the comical scene of Harry standing with his arms crossed and his ‘little Harry’ standing tall like that. Though her heart melted at his compliment, which was why she agreed to shower together.

However, she really hoped that Harry would not make them be late by starting something.

A few minutes later, the couples were under the hot water, washing each others bodies in turn.

Thankfully for Amelia, Harry has been able to control himself, though there was still some unnecessary extra time spent by him on her boobs and ass. But she didn’t mind it.

However, she would have preferred if his hard cock was not rubbing her ass and stomach, as it tempted her to drop down on her knees and make it go down by herself.

As Harry rinsed her hair, Amelia suddenly realised something.

“Wait, how does the headmaster know I am with you?”

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After their shower together, where Harry proudly was able to control himself—although he had to take a minute of extra cold shower to make the problem soft from hard—the two were now on their way to the headmaster’s office.

Amelia, despite the healing charms of Harry's, was still having little discomfort as she walked with a slight limp that she tried to correct before they reached the office.

On top of that, Harry’s proud smirk was not helping.

“Stop feeling so smug,” Amelia hissed at him.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Harry shrugged with the smirk still on his face, making her huff in annoyance.

They soon reached the entrance, and the gargoyles gave them passage without the password. Climbing up the stairs, they arrived at the door, where Harry silently footstepped closer to it but was stopped by the voice from inside.

“You can come in, Harry, Amelia.”

Tightening his fist, Harry cursed as he punched the air. “One day, one day I will find out how he does it.”

Amelia shaking her head at her boyfriend’s—it still gives her butterflies just thinking of him as hers—amusing action opened the gate and stepped in with Harry following behind.

Once in, the couple weren’t that surprised to see Alastor Moody in there as well.

Harry made his way to the other side of the room as he went to the standing porch of Fawkes and petted the trailing majestic bird.

"How are you, buddy?" He asked the magical animal, who fluttered her wings in delight.

Meanwhile, Amelia marched up to Moody and saluted the Head Auror.

“Sir”

“Oh, stop with that shit, lass.” Moody waved his hands. “Today, it should be me who salutes you for your heroics yesterday.”

“There is no need—“

“Of course there is,” Harry butted in, standing beside her. “For the last couple of months, you have taken a job of multiple Aurors and have done it brilliantly. You alone saved many lives and the school yesterday; you deserve all the praise and more.”

Amelia was fought to hide her blush at his prideful words, but there was a smile on her lovely face.

Dumbledore smiled mischievously at the two and leaned forward. “I agree with Harry, Miss Bones; you were the perfect representation of not just your house but all the Hogwarts houses yesterday. You showed loyalty, courage, intelligence, and cunning to save the village and the school.”

The old headmaster let his praise settle in as the poor girl turned even more red before he continued. “Also, thank you two for coming so quickly on short notice. I would have preferred to give you two a longer rest after last night, but this was impotent as well.”

“Nah, we understand it, Albus. Don’t fret it.” Harry waved him away and then muttered very quietly, “though I would have preferred if you could have called us 30 minutes later.”

Amelia elbowed him sharply and quickly changed the subject. “Did you find out something about the last night attack, sir, headmaster?” She asked her senior and Dumbledore.

Dumbledore leaned back in his seat and nodded a signal to Moody to talk.

The head Auror was looking a bit uncomfortable and with hidden anger as he banged his hand on Dumbledore's table he was leaning on.

“Yes, we did, but first of all, I must apologise to you, Peverell.” The no-nonsense man stared at Harry, who looked a little confused.

As did Amelia, who had never seen her senior apologise to anyone ever or look ashamed like he was right now.

“Um, for what?” Harry furrowed his eyebrow.

“For not trusting and being angry at you when you were telling the truth and trying to help me”

That comment only made the two younger occupants of the room more confused.

“You were right; there is a traitor in my department.” Moody gripped the edge of the table, his hand turning white with anger.

“What?” Amelia gasped in shock while Harry just sighed at the obvious news to him.

He wasn’t the first person to have doubted him and then soon found out he was right. There have been too many “I told you so’ moments in his life.

“Yes, the traitor has been leaking all the detailed information about the protection around Hogwarts and Hogsmeade, which is how Death Eaters have been able to sneak into the village despite the Peverell Ward,” the Head Auror informed, giving the grim news.

“But how did Death Eaters even enter the village?” Amelia asked something that had been bothering her since yesterday: “Harry’s ward should have stopped any of them from entering, and yet they were in almost every place in the village, or was the ward broken down?”

“No, the wards were not broken down, especially Harry’s, as only a handful of people in the world can break them.” This time it was Dumbledore who answered, “The Death Eaters that were already in the village did not have the Death Mark on their hand. They were some of the lower-ranked ones that are or were aspiring to be the next ones to get the mark.”

“Those bastards knew about our ward because of the traitor and found a way around it,” Moody continued. “Peverell ward actually saved us from getting attacked by the ranked death eater, which would have been terrible for us.”

The head Auror gave a nod of respect to the silent Harry, who accepted it gratefully.

Amelia, who had been digesting the whole revelation, could ask only one thing. “Who is the traitor?”

The words were whispered, and yet they were heard clearly.

“Corby Yaxley” Moody hissed the name in absolute rage.

Amelia’s eyes widened as a measly-looking thin man’s face came into her mind.

She knew who that was. In fact, Corby Yaxley was in her age group and in the same class with her at Hogwarts as well.

She had never interacted with him, either at Hogwarts or even when they were in Auror training. She didn’t even know why that weak man chose to be in this profession.

While she was climbing ranks, Yaxley was still struggling to even pass the Auror exam and did it only last year.

“I always knew there was something wrong about him. The cunt was a failure, and only because of his father was he given a rank.” Alastor fumed, interrupting Amelia’s thoughts. “It makes sense that he was told to join the Aurors as a traitor because being the 3rd son, he was nothing but a sacrificial lamb for Yaxley.”

Harry snorted in disgust. “And the fool probably accepted it gladly just to prove his worth to the ‘dark lord’.“

Dumbledore closed his eyes and dipped his head down as he remembered how many of his former students had been like this.

Sometimes he wonders if he can really save them and stop them before they go on the wrong path or if they even deserve to be saved.

“How did you find out he is the traitor?” Amelia asked.

“Stupid cunt was found hiding all the alarms and messages about the attack at the department,” Moody grunted, narrowing his eyes as he envisioned the torture he was about to put that piece of shit to.

“Good” Amelia smiled grimly but then furrowed her eyebrows as she asked. “But what if there are more?”

“Do not worry about that lass. I have put the whole department on lockdown under surveillance, and if there are more of them dickheads, then they better kill themselves before I get my hands on them.” The scary, scared man smiled, full of bloodlust, and it was one scary sight.

Dumbledore decided to get the conversation back to the main point. “Harry, Amelia, we have already heard from other villagers, but I think it will be best if we hear from you about the whole fight last night.”

Amelia and Harry looked at each other, and with a nod from Harry, Amelia stepped forward to tell their part of the fight.

Taking a deep breath, she began. “It started at 5 in the evening when I was on patrol…”

The next 10 minutes went into the revelations as Amelia and Harry took turns to explain their last night’s heroic fight.

Dumbledore and Moody listened intently, with the grizzly Auror failing to hide his expression of pride at his student and his awe and curiosity at Harry’s part.

If there was any doubt he had about Peverell kid power, it was definitely no longer there. Fighting and defeating Fenrir Greyback so effortlessly was nothing but impressive.

Once they were done telling their point of view, Dumbledore leaned back with his chin rested on his joined hands. “Hmm, it seems you were right about Riddle being successful in getting magical creatures in his ranks, Harry.”

“Riddle? Who the hell is that?” Moody’s scared face twisted in confusion.

“Riddle, or in full, Tom Riddle, is the real name of Lord Voldemort,” Harry answered, crossing his arms. “He is a half-blood son of a squib and a muggle who was an orphan, was in Slytherin here, and changed his name so no one can know who he truly is, especially the pureblood families.”

Moody and Amelia were both stumped at the surprising revelation of the man that the whole magical Britain was in fear of.

“How do you know so much about him, lad?” Moody asked cautiously.

Harry looked him in the eyes for a second, and then with a sigh, he turned away and looked out the window.

“Riddle and I have a long history.” He began with a pensive look. “For the last 10 years of my life, I have faced him more times than anyone has ever. There is no one who knows about him as much as I do.”

Turning back, he looked at the keenly listening audience with a fierce look in his almost glowing eyes. “And because of what he has done to me, I will make sure to kill that bastard if it’s the last thing I do.”

The mood in the room became sober as everyone looked at Harry with varied emotion.

Dumbledore looked at the young man with pride and sadness at the amount of suffering he had gone through in his life already. But looking at him, he kept becoming surer every day that if he were to die tomorrow, then Hogwarts and the Wizarding World would have someone better than him to protect them.

Moody was looking at Harry Peverell with a new light. There were only a handful of people in his life whom Alastor Moody respected and would agree to follow.

However, this mysterious young man has now found his place on that limited roster.

For Amelia, she found herself admiring and loving Harry that much more.

When she first met him, it was his charming personality that drew her in; then it was his power that grew her attraction for him, and now, seeing his sheer determination, Amelia, even if she wanted to, couldn’t stop herself from falling for him.

For a girl who had spent her whole 21 years detaching herself from stupid things like boys and love, it was weird and unfamiliar for her dealing with all these emotions and warm feelings.

But she was already getting used to it, and with Harry, she was eager to experience this new relationship.

“I think as days go, it’s not only me who believes you can defeat Riddle, especially after how easily you were able to get under his skin last night,” Dumbledore broke the silence as he spoke playfully, making Harry chuckle.

“But back to your point, I regret that I dismissed the possibility of Riddle adding magical creatures in his ranks, given how prejudiced he is against them.” The headmaster of Hogwarts confessed. “But I must take this seriously and try to stop him from adding more.”

“You definitely should,” Harry nodded. “Even though because of last night the only werewolf he has left is a defeated Greyback, there are still many others who could be easily persuaded to join him. And some can be very dangerous to us, especially giants.”

“Giants?” Amelia gasped with wide eyes. “They will join the humans war?”

“I know it must be a surprise for you, Miss Bones, since it’s been centuries since the last time giants chose to fight in humans wars. Even Grindelwald did not ask for their help.” Dumbledore explained. “But if given what they want, they can be tempted to join since all a dark lord has to do is convince one strong giant and hope he kills the current head of giants to become the new leader because of their barbaric traditions.”

Amelia shivered in slight fear as she imagined fighting 30–40-foot-tall giants who were resistant to magic.

A strong warm hand on his shoulder calmed her down, and she turned to see Harry smiling warmly at her. “Thankfully we have time to make sure that doesn’t happen.”

“Peverell is right.” Moody grunted, “We can worry about that later. Right now we need to make sure we are ready for those bastards next attack. I feel like I should increase the number of Aurors here at the school and the village.”

Before Dumbledore could answer, Harry interrupted, “You don’t need to worry about them for a while. Yesterday's defeat was a big and humiliating one for Voldemort; he isn’t stupid enough to attack again so soon.” He reassuringly said, "Also, only increase the number by a couple more, as this will help Amelia's already stretched time."

"There is no need to put that much attention and number here, or else we will be giving a free opening to the enemies.”

Dumbledore chimed in, nodding his head. “I agree with Harry Alastor. Tom is licking his wound right now, and he won’t dare to attack again for a couple of weeks, so you can relax a little and not run yourself ragged. You already have far too much on your plate right now with the whole traitor thing.”

The Head Auror took his time as he mulled the words over in his mind, and then, with a resigned sigh, he realised they were right.

“Alright I will do as you say,” he agreed and then turned to Harry. “Is there anything you have that can help me?”

Harry was shocked and confused by the unusually polite request, and the scared man gave his reason, seeing his expression. “I already made the mistake of not listening to you earlier; I am not going to do it again. So I trust you that you only want the best for me, my department and our countries safety.”

Giving a little smile Harry accepted the compliment that was not spoken but was hidden in between the broody man’s words.

He then crossed his arms and spoke. "All I can tell you is that the Dark Lord has traitors in more than just your department."

Moody's eyes widen slightly before he narrows them with some colourful words.

“I already suspected that,” the best Auror in Britain growled, banging his fist. “But I can only search and control my own department; I can’t do the same for others.”

“I know you can't, but you can warn the other department heads with some proof,” Harry suggested before turning grave. “But there is one traitor who is the most dangerous one in the ministry.”

At his words, Moody, Amelia, and even Dumbledore perked up with interest.

“Who?” It was Amelia who asked the question.

“Augustus Rookwood”

Amelia was confused by the name since it was unknown to her, but Dumbledore, on the other hand, hung his head and shook it in sadness.

Another young talented soul lost to the post of darkness.

As for Moody, he was in mute shock.

“Rookwood’s son?” The normally nonplussed guy asked after finding his words, “The young lad, who is unspeakable?”

Amelia finally realised why her senior was so shocked, as she heard about the profession of the traitor. Having someone in the department of mystery leaking their information was bad, very bad.

“Yes, the same one.” Harry nodded. “He is the biggest mole in the ministry. He has his network in which he has people all around the ministry in every department, even some of the innocent ones who don’t even know who they are giving the sensitive information to.”

Not only that, being an unspeakable, he is Voldemort's mastermind, and Death Eaters have been so successful at destroying your wards and evading your Aurors because of him.

Alastor Moody shook his head in disbelief as he digested the bombshell Harry dropped on him.

But more than that, his anger stemmed from the fact that being an unspeakable Rookwood was untouchable for him.

“How can I even stop him or make it possible that I can get my hands on him?” Moody asked in frustration.

“I know you can’t do anything about him, but you can whisper to Saul Croaker, the Heads Unspeakable. I am sure he will be reasonable enough to listen to you,” Harry suggested to the defeated-looking man.

Moody brightened up hearing that, and his brain began running as he thought of a way to talk and convince that smartass Croaker. He may not like the man, but sometimes you have to lick a donkey's ass if you want to get things done.

“You’re right; I can do that.” The head of Auror stood straight, bobbing his head. “It seems it's time for me to be on my way, Albus, as you said I have much on my plate to do.”

Dumbledore nodded and smiled at his friend as he spoke. “Hope you have a wonderful day, Alastor.”

“I hope so, Albus. I hope so too.” With that, Alastor Moody disappeared through the floo in green flames.

The headmaster of Hogwarts then turned to the young couple and spoke to Amelia. “Miss Bones, I have something important to speak to Professor Peverell about. Will you give us a few moments?”

Amelia's eyes widened before she nodded obediently. “Of course, headmaster, I have to go to my morning patrol as well; I still haven’t done it yet.”

With that, she shared one last smile with Harry, who winked at her, and she then left the office through the stairs.

Harry turned his attention to Dumbledore, who was smiling warmly at him.

“You seem to be in a positive mood today, Harry,” the old wizard spoke playfully.

“I am,” Harry shrugged with a wide smile.

“Much better than the one you have been in for the last couple of weeks,” Dumbledore said pointedly.

Harry's posture became rigid as his smile dimmed slightly. “I don’t know what you mean.”

The 100-year-old wizard smiled softly. “Harry without sounding arrogant, I am an excellent reader of body language, and I have noticed there has been something bothering you for some time, has there not?”

Harry tried to avoid the experienced eyes of the headmaster but then finally gave up. “Yes, there has been something.”

“Now, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” Dumbledore said softly before continuing. “What has been bothering you, my boy?”

“There has been...” Harry stopped as he tried to find the words to explain. "Something about my past is confusing me and has been making it difficult for me to make an important decision in the present."

Harry himself didn’t know what he meant by what he just said, but Dumbledore didn’t question him on it as he tried to help the young man he had become so fond of.

“Maybe you can share it with someone so they can help you?” The headmaster suggested.

Harry furrowed his eyebrows. “Only you know about my past; no one else does, so I can’t just ask anyone for help.”

“Then maybe I can help you?” Dumbledore offered kindly.

Harry shook his head sadly. “No, I don’t think I feel comfortable enough to ask for your help in this matter. With all due respect to you, I don’t mean to offend you.”

There was no way he was going to ask Albus Dumbledore for his opinion on what he should do about Lily's situation.

“None taken,” the old wizard smiled before sighing. “If I can’t help, then maybe it is better if you just open up with this person you have a problem with about your past since your past is the one that has been bothering you in this matter of yours.”

Harry shook his head stubbornly. I don't think I can do that, Albus. I am not sure if I should tell others about my past."

Dumbledore looked at the troubled man in front of him before leaning forward and peering deeply into his eyes. “Harry, you’re living a new life right now, but it doesn’t mean that your past is erased or that it isn’t here."

"You hiding your past from the people that you are getting close to won’t help you or them. In fact, it will only affect your relationship with them.”

“Take advice from someone who has made many mistakes in his century-old life, Harry. One can never be happy with someone without sharing their whole life with them and vice versa.

Harry snapped his head up at those words, and he saw not a powerful, intelligent man but an old man who was still bearing the burden of many mistakes of his life.

The wise words seeped deep in his heart, and he realised how true they were.

He has been living happily, spending time with Bella, Narcissa and Amelia because he didn’t have a past with them that could affect his present with them.

But with Lily, his past and his confusion because of it have ruined the sweet relationship he had with the lovely redhead. And instead of addressing it to her, he has been running away and ignoring her, not realising how much he has been hurting her.

However, he still didn’t know if he had it in him to speak truthfully with the girl whose blood he was of.

With his happy mood from last night gone, Harry was back in his confused broody state, but this time he had Dumbledore's words to think about and realise what he should do.

Turning away, the black-haired man left the office without saying bye to the headmaster, who didn’t mind it one bit, as he knew the young man was in deep thought.

He just hoped that Harry took the right decision and listened to his advice about sharing his past, or he would lose something that he would regret for the rest of his life.

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For the rest of the day the talk with Dumbledore kept stuck in Harry’s mind, and he kept mulling it over in his head.

Because of this inner turmoil, his classes were affected as well, and the students noted how distracted their favourite defence professor was.

Every year students were excited for his class after hearing about Harry’s heroic fight last night, hoping their professor would tell them about it.

But they were left disappointed when he didn’t even talk about it, as Harry had even forgotten about what he did last night with the state he was in.

Thankfully for him, none of the students tried to bother him or ask about his lack of focus, and the day went by relatively easily until the last class.

It was another end-of-the-day fifth-year class, which meant another hour spent with Lily ignoring him or trying to act like he wasn’t even there.

Today was the same as it has been for the past couple of weeks, and it hurt Harry to see the casual dismissal Lily was giving him.

Even the soft touches and worried glances of Narcissa didn’t help.

But in that one hour, Harry finally came to a conclusion.

He had been spending time and intimate moments with four lovely women without even being truthful about his past with them.

And this stupid mistake has made him hurt the one person in the world that Harry never wanted to.

Which was why today he would tell Lily the truth about his life, the whole truth, and then whatever decision she would have, he would accept that.

He had already hurt her enough, and the least he could do was stop keeping his past hidden from her and give her the truth she deserved.

With his resolve set, Harry leaned on his desk as the student began leaving after the class ended, but for now he ignored everyone else, as his eyes were only on one red-haired Gryffindor.

“Miss Evans, please stay behind for a minute; I want to talk with you,” he said after gathering the courage just when Lily was about to step outside.

With her back to him for a moment, Harry thought she would ignore him, but he breathed a sigh of relief when she whispered to her friend and told them to go ahead.

With her class empty now, Lily walked to his desk and stood in front of him with her back straight and her cold, emerald-green eyes staring right into his without the warmth and love he used to see in them.

“What did you need to talk about, Professor?”

Her monotone voice, devoid of affection and filled with formality, pierced his heart and made him curse himself even more than he already did.

Swallowing a lump Harry nodded. “I did, Lily. Please take a seat; there is something very important I want to speak with you about.”

“No, thanks, sir, but I would prefer standing, and I would insist you don’t call me by my name, professor. It’s not right and very unprofessional of you.”

Every single word pierced his already wounded heart, and he wondered if Lily would ever forgive him.

“Lily, please, I know I hurt you, and I regret it very much, but what I want to speak with you about is the reason why I said no on that day. So please listen to me,” Harry begged the girl with the same eyes as his.

For the first time, a crack appeared on Lily's emotional face, her eyes narrowing as she contemplated his words before finally taking a seat.

Breathing a sigh of relief, Harry waved his hands and closed the door before leaning back on his desk.

Taking a deep breath, he looked at Lily, who was staring at him intently.

“Today I will tell you the truth about my past.”

Lily, intrigued with his words, leaned slightly as she folded her hands on her lap and narrowed her eyes.

Seeing her reaction, Harry took a deep breath and opened his mouth.

“My real name is Harry Potter…. My date of birth is 31st July 1980…. I am the son of James Potter…and…. Lily Evans…….”