Savage: The Night Wizard - (A Harry Potter Fanfic)

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"Well, now that your questions and doubts have been answered, I think we better head to the Great Hall, or else we might end up missing dinner," I said, wanting to end our conversation that had already gone on for too long.

And as soon as Ron heard that we would miss dinner, he immediately became alarmed.

"What!? Are we going to miss dinner!?" He repeated in panic, before turning to his friends, "Guys, let's go quickly! I'm starving, and if I don't eat anything in the next 10 minutes I feel like I might end up starving to death!"

And hearing the red-haired boy's words, Hermione rolled her eyes while Harry sighed in exasperation.

"You're being very dramatic Ron, and is it possible that all you can think about is food?" Hermione asked, looking at the Weasley boy as she crossed her arms.

"Of course not, but dinner is the most important meal of the day!" Ron said, nodding as if stating an important fact.

"That's what you said about breakfast and lunch too," Hermione said with a dismissive snort.

"That's because all three meals are very important," he shrugged.

And Hermione pursed her lips at this, as this was a statement made by a rude glutton, but in a way he was not wrong.

"Sigh... I don't even know why I still argue with you," she muttered, giving up on arguing much to Ron's satisfaction.

"Well, since that's all settled, then let's get going!" He said with a big smile, turning around and preparing to head to the Great Hall.

"Oh, wait a minute," I said, stopping Ron in his tracks as he turned to me with a frown.

And ignoring the impatient look from the red-haired boy I looked at Harry "Before we go to the Great Hall, I wanted to ask Harry one, no, two questions" I said, making the green-eyed boy look at me.

"Two questions?" he repeated as he tilted his head with a curious look, "What questions?"

"Well, have you read the two books you took from me? And if so, was there anything interesting written in them?" I asked, genuinely interested in this question.

"Oh, I actually read a few chapters of that book with the green cover, and if there was anything interesting in it... Well..." Harry started to answer, before pausing with a slight grimace on his face.

"What? What was written on it?" I asked, frowning a little worriedly.

'From the traces of magic I had felt coming from that book, it shouldn't be about black magic or something so dark and dangerous... But maybe I was wrong?' I asked myself.

And without knowing my thoughts, Harry answered me, "The book talks about rituals, blood pacts, and sacrificial offerings, and in the first chapter the book teaches you how to create a ritualistic altar step by step," he said, with an apprehensive frown.

And after hearing Harry's answer I blinked, feeling my body relax, "Oh, is that it?" I asked relieved.

"Wait, you're not worried about this?" Harry asked me in surprise.

"Huh? Not really, because I was already expecting something like this to be written in those books," I replied with a shrug.

'And that shouldn't even be a surprise, since these books once belonged to a dark wizard like Salazar Slytherin' I thought.

"But... But that's dark magic!" Ron exclaimed, joining in the conversation as well.

"Well, not exactly," I said, before explaining, "Rituals, pacts, and offerings are closely tied to magic in general, and we even learn some subcategories of them in our classes."

"And just like spells, they only become black magic if the intention and the way they are used is truly evil and vile."

"Really?" Harry looked at me in surprise.

"Yeah," I nodded, "And that's why I hope that when you read these books you don't judge them as dark or evil, but rather as just another book you would find in a normal library."

"I... I think I get it," Harry said after a few seconds of thought.

He then looked at me, and there was an anxious expression on his face, "But are you sure it's safe to leave these books with me?" he asked.

"Huh? You're worried that someone will try to attack you to steal them from you?" I asked, looking at him with a raised eyebrow.

"That's not what I'm worried about..." Harry shook his head, before pausing, thinking for a moment, "Well, actually that's what I'm worried about too... But what I mean is that I don't think these books containing such dangerous and powerful information and magic should be in my hands."

"And why do you think that?" I tilted my head in confusion.

"Uh, because they contain information and magic that is dangerous and powerful?" He replied, looking at me as if the answer was obvious.

"I understood this" I said, feeling my right eye twitch, "What I don't understand is why you're worried about it. It's not like anything bad is going to happen just because you have the books, right?"

"Well, no... But how can you trust me so much? Like you said, these spells are like any other, but if someone wanted to use them for evil, they would become dark magic," Harry said, with a frown on his face.

And as soon as he said that I finally understood what the real issue of this whole matter was.

It wasn't about the books being in the wrong hands, it was about Harry not trusting himself to keep them and not do something bad.

And realizing why Harry was worried I could only stare at him blankly, which made the boy slightly uncomfortable.

And after a few seconds of looking at him in silence I finally spoke, "Harry, would you try to benefit from the information you have in the books and diaries, even if it means doing something criminal or immoral?" I asked, making him look at me confused at the sudden question.

"Uh, no..."

"Would you use the knowledge you gained from reading the books and diaries to try to take over the world?" I continued asking.

"No," he replied with a strange expression.

"Would you use the magics written on them to try to hurt or harm someone?"

And as soon as I asked that question Harry immediately shook his head, "No! I would never do that!" he replied with a resolute look.

"Well, if you wouldn't do any of those things then that means you're not evil, and if you're not evil then it's okay for you to keep reading the books and diaries," I said, shrugging nonchalantly.

"Huh?" and hearing what I said Harry blinked, stunned for a moment.

But then he frowned, looking down thoughtfully.

Harry couldn't understand how I could act so calm and relaxed about such an important matter.

But he also couldn't think of any counterarguments to what I said, realizing that I had raised a very strong point and that it made a lot of sense.

And I, who saw that my words were having an effect on him, decided to end this matter and put an end to all his doubts and uncertainties.

"And besides Harry, I don't trust you just because of something like 'he wouldn't do anything bad, so he's not bad'…" I started to say, pulling him out of his thoughts, "I trust you because I'm a very good judge of people and my instincts tell me that you're a good person, and trust me, my instincts are always right."

"That... Well, I..." Harry tried to say, but the conviction and certainty in my words left him speechless.

'It seems Harry's trust issues haven't completely gone away even after all our talks, his friends' help, and his time living with Sirius' I mused.

But thinking about it, maybe having a better, more comfortable, and more affectionate life was what made these problems come to the surface and become so prolonged. Before, he had to live with his abusive relatives and suffer from the pressure of the wizarding world for being the Boy-Who-Lived, without having anyone to lean on, and because of that, he had no time or a safe haven to think about his own feelings and stuff.

'Whenever one problem is solved, another one arises soon after.' I thought, shaking my head a little sadly at that.

And I knew it would be tiring, time-consuming, and difficult to solve this problem, especially since it was about Harry's mental health.

But he was my friend, and I had no intention of seeing him suffer like that without helping him.

And so I started thinking about how I could help him, and fortunately I knew I wouldn't be alone in this, because Harry now had many people who liked him and who would do anything to help him.

And while I was thinking about the current situation of the Gryffindor golden boy, Harry finally finished reflecting on what I said.

"Sigh, I guess you're right," Harry said to me, snapping me out of my thoughts.

And looking at him I could see that my words had the intended effect on him, as I could feel that he was lighter and more relieved.

"I know," I said with a small, smug smile, "And you know, with how many times you guys say I'm right, I'm almost thinking about making that phrase my slogan," I joked, trying to lighten the mood a little.

And Harry, who realized what I was doing, looked at me gratefully, but he wasn't going to miss this chance to make fun of me.

"An arrogant phrase as a slogan? What are you? Lockhart?" Harry asked, smirking as he saw my smile freeze.

"Urg... Just hearing his name makes me want to vomit" I said, grimacing.

And Harry and Ron, who knew of my hatred and contempt for Lockhart, laughed when they saw my disgusted look. And Hermione next to them also grimaced, remembering the time when she was a fangirl of the peacock in the form of a man.

'Urgh, those were dark times' she thought, with a sick face.

End.

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