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Lilly's Secrets	By : Sealpotter Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 5865 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters associated with the books/movies and I never have and never will make any money from the writing of this story.

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Warnings: Angst
Chapter 3 – Hogwart’s Protector
Harry left the parchments on the table, and moved over to the kitchen. He was too hungry to think. He started opening the honey colored cabinets to look for the needed items. He found plates, bowls, pots, pans and even a teakettle. On the counter near the ice box there appeared to be a tin of tea for brewing. Opening the icebox, Harry perused the contents. Hogwarts would not let him starve that's for sure. He chose a simple fare of hard cheese and bread, with some sliced meat, and an apple. He prepared his meal on the counter and put everything on a plate, it bore the Hogwart’s crest, but there was no house color lining the outside, which was odd to Harry.
Picking up the plate of food, he sat down and began to eat, and think.
What he had now was a challenge he had to figure out. His goal? Reading what his mother wanted him to know. He knew that her secrets would reveal more about her, and getting to know her was important to him. It was all he had left now. There were no meddling wizards in his life anymore, good or bad. There was no family left, all the links to his father were gone and dead. His only other link to his mother was also gone now. This seemed to bring a fresh stream of tears, and a painful clenching in his chest. His food was forgotten, as he again got lost in the pain and the overwhelming loss.
His world was upside down now. Peaceful and unpurposeful. But as such a cost. How do you repair broken families? How do you recover from such loss? How can he go on living when he was the cause for all the suffering? If he had been born, none of this would have happened: His parents, Sirius, Dumbledore, Snape, Remus & Tonks, George, Lavender and so many others.
His shoulders slumped, and his head crashed to the table dislodging the plate. With arms wrapped around his head, he sobbed. His head was pounding, and yet he sobbed. His heart was broken, and he sobbed. Everything inside him was disconnected, aloof, so he continued to weep.
The Chair at the table began to transform, into soft furry arms of an armchair. They folded around the sobbing man at the table. When the sobs subsided, exhaustion took over and Harry was finally asleep. The Chair moved, cradling Harry, and marched up the stairs to the bedroom, where it lay Harry down like a loving parent. Then it positioned itself in an empty spot and was rigid wood once again.
The small mirror in Harry's pocket floated out. It was glowing in spots where the tears of Harry's torment had touched it. At each point a fracture started, carving the surface into many pieces like a master puzzle. The frame fell away and vanished. Each piece extended and formed into smaller versions of the previous shape and small frames formed around each piece. The mirror started to darken on each one, and what looked like a moving portrait formed, blooming from the middle outward in each frame.
Small lettering appeared around the border of each frame, spelling out the same words. The mirrors of ecifircas (Eh-Si-Fer-Cus). As the formation began to finish on each frame, they floated down effortlessly to the floor near the entry to the bedroom and absorbed by the floor of the tower, and vanished.
Harry woke to the early moonlight pooling over his face. He still felt exhausted, but also rather free. He could not let himself wallow any more it was draining. He got up and went back downstairs, knowing the Castle had once again taken care of him. He acciod the chair and set it back at the table, He was hungrier than ever, but his plate was gone. A sharp Pop, caught his ears, he wasn't up to entertaining anyone right now. However, a small house elf popped her head into the kitchen.
"Harry Potter Sir," Winky said, "I brought you some dinner, I am so glad to see you are ok."
"Thank you, Winky," Harry replied, remembering the elf from previous encounters. It made him a bit sad thinking of Dobby, and the sacrifice that he too was a part of.
Winky set the plate of steaming food in front of Harry; it was piled with potatoes, meats and vegetables, the smaller plate held his favorite, Treacle Tart. As soon as the food was put down, Winky turned to go, but paused "Thank you, just calls Winky if you ever need somethings." she said, with brightness to her huge eyes, and then she just popped out and was gone.
Harry stared after her, still somewhat numb from earlier in the day. Then he remembered that he needed to figure out the mirror challenge and reached in his pocket, only to find it gone. Harry stood up to try and look around the table to find the shrunken mirror, only lay eyes on the totally full page of parchment where there was only half when he left this morning. He quickly grabbed the page and read all of what his mother had left him. He drank her words, like a man dying in the desert heat.
"I loved Severus Snape...He was my dearest friend. He loved me, but I loved your father in ways I could never have loved Severus. And there was a purpose to that, which I found out later when you were born."
Harry scanned the page again... Not that big of a secret really. This part he knew already. He breathed easier, now he knew that his father and mother had really been in love and happy. He went to put the parchment back on top of the stack and notice a second parchment filling in with new words. He still wondered what happened to the mirror though, something must have happened, or the Castle once again helped him somehow.
Harry picked up the second parchment.
"You have a soul mate..." To reveal the rest of the secret you need to find the diary of the Half-blood Prince, in the place where things are hidden.
Harry slumped into the chair, the place was easy enough to know, but the Room of Requirements had been destroyed along with all the contents in that Room...Hadn't it?
Harry was loath to go back into the main castle and deal with all the issues seeing everyone would present. He walked out into the parlor and started pacing. If he went back he would be bombarded with questions, and right now he did not want to share this last link to his mother with anyone. Ron and Hermione were busy planning a funeral with the rest of the Weasley family, He felt he would be just intruding if he asked them for help. Turning back to the hallway, he started up the stairs to the bedroom, His room, or until he had to give it back to Hogwarts. He went straight to his trunk at the foot of the bed, pulled out his Invisibility cloak, and pulled it around his shoulders.
Harry left the safety and comfort of the cottage tower, it felt so much like home, more so than the castle that he was walking towards now. Rubble still littered the ground, he waved his wand trying to clear some of it on the way back, shrinking it to try to put it back. As he got closer, he felt deeply saddened and ached in his bones at the sight of the destruction before him. Walls collapsed, stone littering the ground, trees scorched, grass burned... war had come to Hogwarts and had not been kind.
Harry started to feel a pull to help the school, it was as if he could feel the source of the magic behind it, begging for help. Harry tried to tap into that feeling, sort of like following a gossamer thread of a spider web back to its source. Mentally it was hard work, feeling the magic, the power, but this was so strong that it was as if he was tuned to it. In his mind was the picture of the school as whole as the day he first arrived. He saw every stone and brick in then entranceway, every cobble to the bridge path, every hinge in the doorframe and every bolt.
From the inside, Harry was seeing the past. From the outside to any witness, there were gossamer blue threads reaching out from the heart of the stone fountain in the courtyard. They were reaching for Harry, and his body was glowing a bright blue and starting to swirl around him in tendrils. The threads reached Harry, and the two threads of light met, and danced. Like arching electricity, the ends bounced erratically at first.
Harry was totally unaware of what he looked like on the outside, all he felt were the tears threatening to well up inside him as he walked the Halls of Hogwarts inside his mind. Flashes of the destruction were seen, but then clashed with the peacefulness of the perfection of the past. It was his home where they fought, on his ground that Voldemort choose to strike, his walls, his floors, his doors, and steps, stairs and windows, everything was his home, and this was where the defilement happened. He could see where every rock should go, and he saw it return to place in his head, He pictured restoring the broken structures, fixing the damaged walls, windows, rooms, stairs and hallways. He would see Hogwarts restored to glory, she deserved that much...She?
Harry almost stopped his visions playing in his head at that thought. Since when had Hogwarts been a 'She'?
"Since this 'She' has chosen you as my protector Harry, and please stop dallying, we have work to finish... concentrate."
Harry startled... The visions dropped, and he blinked and looked around him, the courtyard that had been littered with debris was perfect. How did that happen? Harry felt that pull towards the castle again, shut his eyes, but was ready for the onslaught of images, he now knew that some of the feelings were not his own, they were hers, Hogwarts... She seemed to sigh in his head, but then the images were playing again, broken walls, fixed walls, broken windows, restored windows. They were running through the damaged part of the castle, and Hogwarts was using him to fix herself. "I am giving you my magic, Harry. But yes, you are the conduit for my healing. We'll talk later, once this is done, you can find your book” Harry smile, evidently years of magic in the building and teaching had been absorbed and developed into the delightfully offended castle... This he could deal with.
The images were slowing, but more detailed, of the Great Hall. This was her core, her heart, Harry could feel the love from generations of students, the wonder and excitement. She was a part of each of them, and they were a part of her. This room was her heart, and now it needed to be restored. He concentrated harder as she showed him each detail that was off, the cracks in the stone, then they were solid, the tables that were blown up, and tables that were fixed, clean and shiny. Harry flinched a bit when they ran through the high table, and he felt his own sadness and hers when they touched on the headmaster’s chair. Once everything in his head looked restored, he knew that they were finished, but she did not let go of Harry's mind and magic yet. She showed him the pristine wall behind the high table, and he saw 7 medium picture frames hanging on it. They all vaguely reminded him of miniature mirrors of Erised. He could see nothing in them though.
"You won't see what's reflected through this connection, Harry. That will come with you viewing them in person. Your tears imbued with your love, grief and sorrow created them out of the mirror of Erised. They are now the mirrors of Ecifircas, they reflect the sacrifice that people most need to remember. But now you know what happened to the mirror."
Harry felt weary as he came back to his surroundings. Everything was beautiful, even in the moonlight, you could see the gleam of the stone. He moved into the school, picking his way around noises, even with his cloak, he didn't want to run into anyone. He made his way up the stairs to the Room of Requirements. Was about to start the first of the three passes, when the door opened for him, "You have only to ask once, Harry, for you, only once."
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