Chapter 42:
"Peter? Peter Pettigrew?" Flitwick repeated.
"Yes, he brought Voldemort to the house. I remember," Harry lied.
"Oh, I see...." Flitwick said, his face full of concern at the thought of Harry remembering such tragic events. He had realised that Harry possessed a rare magical ability with his eidetic memory, but he had never considered this possibility.
"I just want Sirius to have a trial. He's my godfather, you see. If he gets cleared, I will be able to live with him and not have to worry about going back to the Dursleys," Harry explained softly.
Flitwick gained an understanding look. "You don't have to worry about that, Harry. I will do everything in my power to make sure you never have to return to a home where you're hurt. And, if what you say about Mr. Black is true, then I will do everything I can to support you both," he vowed.
Harry smiled. "Thank you, sir, I really didn't want to return to them. I don't know why I was placed there to begin with," Harry said, looking up and watching as the seeds were planted. His work was slow going, but he would have the world questioning Dumbledore; so far, he had Amelia Bones, Madam Pomfrey, and Severus. Adding the goblins and Flitwick, Harry was happy to see his web spreading. The sooner he started to chip away at the old coot's fan base, the sooner he could get his revenge.
Flitwick looked pensive as he hummed. "No, I don't know the reason either, Harry. But I will look into it," he swore. "Now, why don't you run along? Oh, and Harry? Do try not to worry."
Harry stood and sent him a small smile. "Okay sir, and thank you," he said.
"No, Mr. Potter, thank you. You have given me a lot to think about."
With that, Harry left, happy with what he had accomplished.
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