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Summary:

Harry Potter fanfiction written in 2022

And if after a few years the Dursleys had come to love Harry and treat him as their own son, while continuing to consider magic as a defect. How to reconcile his nature with the love of his adoptive parents? Very simple, just reject magic. But will the wizards let him do it?

Originally, I wanted it to be a succession of very short chapters based on the model of:Une adolescence à St Brutus

But quickly, I abandoned this idea and made a more classic fanfic. There are still a few very short chapters (especially in volume 1) thattestify tothis original ambition.

The duel of the two impostors

When are we arriving? Complained Ginny.

To know that, we would first need to know where we're going. Criticized Justin.

This time, I'm sure we're on the right track. Blaise replied, nervously fiddling with the Muggle map they had stolen from an abandoned gas station.

That's what you said 3 days ago. You still haven't held the map upside down, have you?

But no. This time, I understood that Muggle maps do not automatically orient themselves in the right direction. We have to go straight until the village N7 and there, we turn left and we'll be there.

Justin and his mother stopped immediately.

It's not true, we are still lost.

But no, we are here. And my mother's secret refuge is here. Blaise defended himself by pointing to a blue spot on the map.

That's the Canal du Midi, idiot. Ginny scolded before collapsing to the ground.

She was hungry and exhausted. She had never walked as much as during the past few days they had spent wandering the deserted French country roads. And the shops that were still standing were all desperately empty of any food. In any case, they had no money left and they refused to use their powers to steal from people (in the case of the Slytherins, not out of altruism, but out of a desire to remain discreet). At first, they had blended into a large convoy of fugitives escorted by deserters from the gendarmerie (extorting might be more accurate), but they had separated near Lyon when a group of Death Eaters and looters attacked their group from the air. Since then, the whole country seemed to be hiding.

In the rare cities still taking the risk of keeping a gym open to host refugees from the big cities (where he had risked taking a break on rainy days), it was whispered that those who were captured never returned. No one dared to express it, but despite the reassuring speeches broadcast repeatedly on TV and radio, everyone feared joining the ever-growing army of the dead, which was advancing further east. No one believed the lies of this European republic that had emerged from the ruins left by the army of the dead, where the battles between wizards and Muggles followed the great revelation (which greatly favored the army of the dead). People relied only on themselves, formed mutual aid networks, organized to defend themselves, and hid from the representatives of the republic created entirely by Voldemort. And sometimes took the opportunity to settle some scores.

We'd better try to reach the bunker that your father bought in Switzerland, Justin's mother said to her son.

Me, I don't care where we go, as long as we move. Whether it's the Finch-Fletchley bunker or the Zabini refuge, none will protect us from the dark lord. Pressed Theodore.

If Theo is right and we are still being sought, we will be safer at my mother's. The manor is equipped with every conceivable protection spell, explained Blaise.

A manor where your mother had parties with half the Death Eaters in England, retorted Ginny.

Not only for those who were rich and old. Teases Justin.

That's exactly what I'm saying. Ginny replied.

In any case, the place is under fidelitas and she is the guardian. Blaise rebuked them with an annoyed look.

Mr. Nott keeps saying that no protection is reliable. If that's the case, we'll be safer in a place that no one knows. Argued Justin's mother.

Listen, I understand that you want to see your husband again, but it would be too easy for them to find us in a Muggle shelter, even a secret one. What I say is that we shouldn't look for a hiding place, but keep moving constantly and rely on basic protection against tracking that we can use all the time. Nott commented, remembering how difficult it had been to convince her to flee Paris when they hadn't found any trace of Justin's father at the La Défense esplanade.

Yeah, is that why you all live in overprotected fortresses? Criticized Justin.

Fort Nott is the safest place in England, but its walls have never prevented their enemies from reaching my ancestors. Our ancestral homes protect our honor and our people, but rarely spare our blood. Explained Nott.

Blaise replied with a tired look:

Why do all the old families claim to have the most protected place in England? Listen, if Nott really knows how to cast corporeal Patronuses, then when we're at my place, he can send a message to your father.

Provided that your mother allows me. Do you really think she will take the risk of being noticed for a Muggle? Nott remarked calmly.

Blaise was about to retort something, but hastily shut his mouth before conceding while turning to Justin:

The problem is not that your father is a Muggle, but that she is not of our blood. My mother always told me to love only if I had no choice and to help only those I love.

In her place, I wouldn't have been so blunt, especially with my lap... with Justin, corrected Justin's mother, rolling her eyes after her son shot her a dark look. But it's very true. Your mother must be a formidable businesswoman.

She did not understand why the three teenagers burst into laughter as Blaise got angry:

Yes, my mother is a businesswoman. Contrary to what the jealous claim, the bulk of our fortune comes from the investments made by my mother. And even so, I don't see how it is more honorable than having obtained them because her ancestor slaughtered half the goblins in the country.

My ancestors created this country, then sacrificed themselves to defend it. Against Nott.

Before the tone rose, Justin intervened:

It's okay, we're sorry. We didn't mean to upset you. We're just tired. We're taking a break while Blaise finds the direction to the Zabini shelter.

After that, they all sat down. Justin tried to convince himself that he chose to support Blaise's plan only because it was the safest. But deep down, he knew that what really scared him was not what they might find on the way, but what they might not find.Nothing indicated that his father was still alive, and Justin was convinced that he would never have left Paris without his mother and him.

What's the problem with Blaise's mother? Asked Justin's mother.

She's a bitch. Ginny replied before Justin had time to think about how to respond without risking upsetting his mother and her insisting again on going to Switzerland.

Once he had recovered enough from his surprise at seeing little Ginny use such vocabulary, he exclaimed in a reproachful voice:

Ginny!

What!? That's what Percy was saying. Isn't it true?

No, it's... Justin stopped to think about how to present the matter with subtleties.

A murderer. And an excellent one. Perhaps the best in England. My father kept praising her exploits and followed her career closely. At one point, he almost married her. That's how Blaise and I met.

Ah, thank you Théo! Justin couldn't help but say in a reproachful tone while Ginny spat out the water she was drinking and her mother looked scared. Sometimes, he hated his friends.

Once they had rested and Justin had managed to convince his mother that she was not surrounded by dangerous psychopaths (author's note: it is not good to lie to one's parents), they agreed to stop at the next village to ask for directions. It was risky, but they couldn't continue to wander around aimlessly. Unfortunately, after that, he would have no choice but to rely on Blaise's more than questionable sense of direction. He was the only one who knew where his mother's refuge was located, and the many spells on the place prevented him from revealing its location, even approximately, to anyone. Only those who had already been there could know where it was.

So it was with caution that they entered the outskirts of a small cluster of houses lost in the middle of fields surrounding a town center composed of a few shops with windows boarded up and a small medieval church. The main street was deserted, and one might have thought it a ghost town if not for the shutters that closed at their arrival.

Charming welcome. Commented Ginny.

Suddenly, about ten wizards dressed in black with white plastic carnival masks surrounded them. The effect should have been terrifying, but the contrast with the real Death Eaters forced the teenagers to suppress a smile. But this moment of levity abruptly ended when one of them sneaked up behind them and put a knife to Justin's throat, ordering them to lower their wands if they didn't want to see him die.

Reluctantly, they threw down all their wands and immediately ropes appeared to bind them. The one who seemed to be the leader then stepped towards them.

Well, well, what do we have here? Intruders who dare to enter the master's territory without being invited. And without even paying the entrance fee. That's not very polite.

If it's money you want... Blaise began.

Silence mudblood vermin, the Dark Lord will decide your fate.

We are not mudbloods. Blaise retorted.

That's it. And I'm Dumbledore? Come on, move along!

Under the threat of their wand, their group started moving. Justin and his mother could hardly hold back their tears. As for Blaise, he did not hide that he was terrified:

Where are you taking us? What are you going to do to us?

Silence, bastard. You will have the privilege of being judged by the great Harry Potter himself.

At these words, Theodore and Ginny, who until then had been entirely occupied with finding a way to free themselves, turned pale in turn.

You’re not going to bother the Dark Lord just for us? Blaise attempted.

For any response, he received a violent blow to the ribs from the one holding him at gunpoint.

I should kill you for spreading such lies about our savior and master. The lord will be informed that you are spreading the lies of our enemies from abroad.

After that, they fell silent, careful not to upset their guard. They continued walking for 30 minutes along a dirt path winding through a forest, under the constant threat of a dozen wands, before emerging at a vast and magnificent stone manor bordering the Canal du Midi. Justin's mother thought it must have been a former vacation spot built by wealthy bourgeois in the 19th century. However, once inside, the atmosphere changed radically. Black sheets covered the large stained-glass windows, and only torches illuminated the vast hall. They advanced to a hall where about twenty men in black clothes were gathered on either side of a throne where the master of the house proudly sat.

Lord Potter, we have captured intruders who entered your estate without paying the tax.

Well, bring them to me, so I can... YOU! he shouted, standing up hastily.

No, but I'm dreaming. Exclaimed Nott.

What is this circus? Ginny added feverishly.

The others were still too shocked to react. In front of them stood proudly the great and terrible: Félix Lalo.

Silence brat. A little respect in front of the master. With a spell, the man forced them to kneel.

Leave us, I wish to speak privately with the prisoners. Ordered Félix.

But master! Tried to protest the leader of the gang who had captured them.

You dare to challenge my orders. Do I need to remind you that before my arrival in this place, you were nothing but miserable raiders? You should thank me on your knees for forgiving you and bringing you back to the right path.

The right path, my ass. Commented Blaise who had regained all his courage.

He was about to be hit again, but Félix stopped him with a gesture.

I gave you an order, it seems to me. I will take care of the education of these miserable insects myself.

A woman to her right stepped out of the line and asked:

My revered lord, are you sure?

Would you doubt my power, woman?

I would never dare, my lord, but you are too important to risk losing.

Your solicitude touches me greatly, Rose, too much in fact. But thanks to your good and loyal services, since my arrival, I have not had a single opportunity to have fun. Rest assured that when I leave for the east, I will make sure you are rewarded, but in the meantime, I would like to be alone.

Very well, my lord. She bowed before leaving, leading the rest of the sorcerers who passed in front of the adolescents still kneeling and bound without giving them a glance. Once the heavy doors had closed.

Once they had all left, Blaise declared:

Well, you release us, O great and mighty lord.

So, you're going to laugh, but I don't know the counter-spell. Félix explained with embarrassment.

Is this a joke!?

Then all of a sudden the ties that held them loosened all at once. With a glance, he understood that Théo had just freed them with a knife.

Could you have done that earlier? Or did you get that?

It is a magic knife that breaks all binding spells which my father gave me for passing my initiation ceremony. I always keep it hidden in my boot. Nott replied.

While the others rubbed their hands sore from the ties, Ginny stepped forward to Félix:

How could you make them believe that you were the lord of darkness?

It's not me, I didn't do anything. They keep mistaking me for him. And then I was hungry.

You have to tell them the truth. Ginny intervened.

To be torn apart by an angry crowd. Opposed Felix.

You cannot pretend forever.

And why not?

As if to answer him at that very moment, a huge noise was heard. A few seconds later, a crowd armed with pitchforks forced their way into the throne room, and a hubbub of angry cries filled the room. Félix panicked and courageously took refuge behind Justin's mother.

A few seconds later, the group that had captured them arrived in turn (still dressed in their parody of Death Eater attire). Immediately, everyone in the room fell silent and the tension was palpable:

Excuse our incompetence, my lord, but we arrived too late to stop them.

A man emerged from the crowd and addressed him.

Say earlier that you were scared. You have always been a coward, Robert. Before you hid in your master's robes, you barely had the courage to rob the elderly.

No matter, old fool. You're not the one calling the shots here anymore. The master will teach you what it costs to rebel against the greatest sorcerer of all time.

You confuse greatness with power, and even then, you forget that there is a wizard he has always feared. A wizard whose powers have always surpassed his without stooping to villainy and dark magic.

He is dead.

These are nothing but the treacherous lies of your master we have found him. Hungry and wounded, but very much alive. Since then, we have everything.sacrificed to care for him and get him back on his feet. And now, he will once again free Europe from darkness.

The teenagers couldn't believe it. Could Dumbledore still be alive after all? The crowd parted and everyone held their breath. A man in long purple robes and a long unkempt beard approached with a trembling gait, as if embarrassed by the immense weight of the crowd's hopes resting on his shoulders:

Lockhart!! exclaimed the 4 teenagers.

Didn't you say he couldn't hold his wand straight when you had him as a teacher in your second year? Justin's mother asked in her son's ear.

Once the crowd had finished pushing him in front of the throne and he had no other choice but to face the master of the place, Lockhart exclaimed in a trembling voice:

You ..you have changed a lot since the last time I saw you. At the time, you were jealous of my power that easily outclassed you. Let's see if, as the rumor claims, you have improved since then.

Master, you cannot let such an affront pass. Commented one of the bandits disguised as a Death Eater.

Of course not, I'm going to teach you to respect your superiors, you counterfeit hero. Get ready! Felix challenged, taking out his wand and starting to spin in a perfect circle on the stage.

Everyone fell silent. Both the supporters of the dark mage and those of the white mage awaited the final outcome that would decide the fate of the world. Meanwhile, the teenagers hesitated between laughing and crying.

Maybe they should be stopped before they get hurt. Ginny worried.

I have been ready since I was born. Retorted Lockhart full of arrogance, flashing one of his devastating smiles at the women in the audience.

I suggest going to get some popcorn. It's not every day you witness the confrontation of two legends. Blaise proposed silently.

Such arrogance. You will soon understand that I have nothing in common with the weak creatures you boast so much about having defeated.

In your opinion, what happens when a negligible force meets an object without inertia? Rajouta Justin.

I would rather go find out where their food supply is and how to get out of here. Nott suggested as he began to sneak discreetly toward a hidden door behind the throne.

With a slight delay, everyone followed him. Before leaving the room, Ginny cast one last worried glance towards the scene but noticed that Lockhart and Félix continued circling each other, exchanging provocations in an increasingly theatrical manner and making grand threatening gestures with their wands. All nervousness had now disappeared from the two performers, who were now in their element. She closed the door, thinking that regardless of what the boys thought, Félix was charming.

Once sure they were no longer being heard, they began to run throughout the house. They soon stumbled into a large room serving as a storage where they were able to retrieve their wand as well as the rest of their belongings and a magic map that might finally allow Blaise to lead them to their destination. Then they went back to explore the rest of the house until they came across the woman still in a black dress accompanied by two pseudo Death Eaters. The four young wizards drew their wands before noticing that theirThe opponent had arms laden with a heavy bag of galleons and a backpack with several tents.

Let us go, please. We're not even wizards. Exclaimed the woman.

They were so amazed that the only thing they heard was Justin's mother's question:

Where are the kitchens? And the toilets?

On the left at the back on the right. And under the stairs right next to it.

With suspicion, they positioned themselves along the corridor to let them pass. An hour later, with their stomachs full, they made their way back up to the throne room. Despite searching thoroughly, he hadn't found any other exit than the one through the great hall by which they had arrived. The other exits were blocked by spells that even Theo didn't know how to break (he had muttered under his breath the whole way that his father hadn't trained him to be a thief).

They quietly pushed the door open. Immediately, spells shouted at the top of their lungs and the terrifying growls of a monstrous beast reached them. Before the boys could stop her, Ginny suddenly slammed the door open and made a dramatic entrance, a bat-bogey hex on her lips, ready to save what could be saved of Felix. She lowered her wand upon realizing that the growls were just the snores of the spectators who had all eventually fallen asleep, while Lockhart and Felix, now sweating, continued circling each other, uttering what, for lack of inspiration, had stopped being elaborate insults and turned into threatening shouts.

Oh men! Complained Ginny before starting to walk without a glance at her former idol.

The others followed her without asking for more. Before crossing the domain's gate, Justin hesitated then ran back. Once in the great hall, he shouted:

Hey! You two assholes. You should get out of here before they wake up.

Then he left without looking back. It was only two days later that their small group realized that the two actors had followed them.

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Author's note: At this point, I think I should clarify that I have nothing against Félix Lalo. And of course, he has nothing to do with the fictional character to whom I gave his name in this fanfic. I just thought it was funny to give his name to my imposter character.

For those who don't know, Félix Lalo is an influencer who had a bit of success on TikTok by highlighting his resemblance to Daniel Radcliffe (the actor who plays Harry Potter in the films).