บท 7: The rainbow colours

It's been two days since I sent the letter via owl, and the day when I will enter the Wizarding world is drawing near!

The war is ongoing, but if my memory serves me right, then Voldemort should 'partially die' on Halloween this year, which is 31st October, three months away, after Lily's sacrifice.

It pains me that I know about the Potters' imminent death but can't do anything about it. Revealing this information would put me in danger; doing so without jeopardizing my identity would be problematic, too. If they didn't die, Voldemort might not fall, and the war could extend, leading to more deaths and unknown outcomes.

Basically, I have the choice of saving a newborn baby from becoming an orphan just after being born, with a further tragic life, or saving many lives and preventing much suffering.

In my previous life, when I would see reels or shorts on such moral questions, I wouldn't have hesitated and would have chosen to save the many over the Potters. But this… this is reality.

Of course, I could just be an insensitive jerk and ignore their plight. But I wasn't raised that way. I may not have had a father figure, but my mother drilled all the good values into me and I still remember her teachings. Ofcourse, I wouldn't want to be overly to the 'good side' because of all the stories I had read online. I haven't killed anybody so I cannot confidently say that I can kill somebody easily if they are sufficiently evil and so I am not on the 'Grey side' and definitely not on the 'dark side'.

All the money I earned, most of it went to the orphanage. For the passive income, my share is just 20 percent, which is reused to expand, while the rest goes to the orphanage. The rich guy I looted was corrupt and involved in shady dealings, and the policeman was racist.

I can't choose the third option of taking it upon myself to save them by just putting a bullet through Voldemort's head when he arrives at Godric's Hollow to kill them because, due to the Fidelius Charm, I wouldn't remember the Potters' address during Halloween!

Revealing things to the Order won't help either because they aren't strong enough to defeat him. Oh, Dumbledore could, you say? Hah, the war would have ended much earlier if he could. Even his fight with Voldemort at the Ministry of Magic ended in a draw, with Voldemort escaping.

I am not only helpless but also powerless in this situation.

Having no solution to the problem, I just resigned myself to the helplessness and decided to let events unfold as they would have, and make it up to Harry in the future.

The post-war situation may drag on for two or three more years. I think I should be able to survive until then.

My musings were interrupted by a knock on my door.

Clearing my thoughts, I went to open the door.

As I opened it, I was greeted by my matron, Mary. She used to look sickly pale and weak when I first arrived at the orphanage because she would give most of the food to the kids, leaving herself with only the leftovers, which weren't much. But now, thanks to my donations to the orphanage, she looks perfectly healthy, with rosy skin and a well-toned body.

Seeing her immediately put a smile on my face.

She returned the smile and said, "Simon, you have a visitor. She's waiting downstairs in my office."

"A visitor? Do you know who she is?" I asked as we walked towards her office.

"She said she's a professor from Hogwarts." She frowned and added, "I don't remember any school with that name, and she's dressed rather oddly too. Do you think she might be some kind of scammer?"

Hearing the name 'Hogwarts,' my heartbeat quickened. It's here. It's time. But which professor did they send? The matron said it was a female professor, so at least it isn't the dangerous trio of Dumbledore, Snape, or Hagrid.

Seeing that I hadn't answered her question, she called me out, "Simon, is something wrong?"

"Uh, no. I was just thinking… and the Hogwarts thing… I got a letter from them, so I think they're real," I said.

"Really? When did you get the letter? I didn't receive any letter for you," she asked.

"Well, it arrived by owl, directly to me," I replied.

She looked at me incredulously and said, "By an owl? If you're going to lie, at least make it believable, young man."

What? I'm not lying! Why would she think that I am… Oh… People don't use owls, that's why.

Our conversation halted as we reached the office door.

When I entered, I was greeted by the sight of a tall, stern-looking woman with black hair tightly arranged in a bun, wearing striking green robes with textured fabric and a black pointed hat.

Seeing her, I immediately recognized her. Minerva McGonagall!

But her presence only brought one emotion to my face—I was stunned. Why? Because when I concentrated my magical senses on her, I saw a vast amount of magic within her. She might easily have about 100 times more magic than Mary. But that wasn't all. I saw the same rainbow colors within her magic as those I had seen in the 'bridge' I traveled through when I arrived in this world, though the colors' intensity was lower by comparison and some of the colours were more dominant than the others.

Was this a coincidence and I am just thinking too much?

Or mayve there is there something mysterious going on here...

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