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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.
Halloween at Hogwarts
Once alone in his office, Quirrell sat in silence and waited. After a moment, unable to stand it any longer, he spoke.
Master, I (…)
But he was abruptly interrupted by a voice coming from his turban.
Be quiet, I'm thinking.
Quirrell fell silent and merely struggled against the sleep that was overcoming him. The day had been long. Already on his master's orders, he had to get up early to smuggle a sleeping troll into the castle using a potion of the Draught of Living Death. Then he had to show himself all day so that he could not be suspected of being responsible for what was about to happen. Of course, he had to do all this despite Snape's constant surveillance. Not to mention his master who was drawing on his magic to influence the minds of the young Longbottom's friends and ensure that the trio ended up in an isolated place during the banquet.
Normally, once the troll was released near the place where the mudblood had taken refuge and after ensuring that the other two teenagers knew where to find her, he should have been at ease. He did not understand why his master wanted to assassinate the three Gryffindors. Nor why he had to use such a convoluted method. How would their death bring them closer to the stone? But he did not dare ask his so hot-tempered master.
Quirrell, you are really stupid. I did not wish for their death. Well, yes, but I wanted them to retrieve the stone for me first. This troll was only meant to speed up Dumbledore's plans for young Longbottom. Now, the stone is of no use to Dumbledore anymore. Tomorrow, he will destroy it.
Master, but how?
We share the same body and you are a poor Occlumens.
Silence fell again.
Master, if the stone is no longer there (...)
Idiot, we cannot leave right after the destruction of the stone and the death of that counterfeit chosen one. The old fool is not stupid enough not to make the connection. No, we will stay until the Easter holidays. Then we will use the curse to resign without causing further suspicion towards us. But in the meantime, we will try to gather as much information as possible about the true survivor. Since the stone is no longer available we will use his blood. Quirrell tries tofind a discreet rental near 4 Privet Drive for the Christmas holidays.