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"Dialogue"
'Thoughts'
-Author notes-
Chapter 23: Homeless Boy?
"Don't forget that I can put them back in place, Morgan." Harry made a gesture with his hand and removed the restraints on her.
"I go by Miss Yafel now." She checked her wounds. "Urgg… I need to take something for this."
Harry saw that she was about to go inside her shop and stopped her. "Hold on… aren't you going to clean this mess first?" He pointed behind them.
Between the tornado and that ball of fire she had used, the entire street was destroyed.
"Hmph! What's the problem? No one has lived here for decades." She responded at first, but then seemed to consider something. "But I suppose those idiots at the Ministry would be happy if I left it like this."
Morgan extended her hand, and her staff flew to her. After grabbing it, she tapped it on the ground. "Reparo."
It only took a minute for the road and walls to return to their normal state.
Harry nodded. "Not bad. I barely noticed your magic moving… you have gotten sharper and more subtle."
"Yes, well… you are welcome, by the way. I cleaned up your mess as well." Morgan said.
"My mess? Oh… you mean those three men who attacked me?" Harry shook his head. "Foolish folk, what were they thinking?"
Morgan glanced at him up and down. "They thought you were easy prey that they could make money off. Why do you even look like a ten-year-old boy now?. Is that a disguise?"
"I believe that would also be a long story," Harry responded. "Go tend to your wounds first."
Morgan grumbled something under her breath and opened the door of her shop. "Come on, get in."
Harry went inside and looked around the place while Morgan went to fetch something for her injuries.
The interior actually looked like a normal shop, with rows of items stored in containers and displayed on shelves.
On the other side of the room was a large counter, and to the left was another door that appeared to lead to a set of stairs.
He saw Morgan kneeling behind the counter and pulling out a glass flask with a red liquid inside. She then removed the cork and drank its contents.
"Uff… much better." Her expression of pain seemed to relax a bit, and she turned her attention back to him. "Okay, I suppose we have a few things to talk about."
"We do, yes." Harry pulled a chair, removed his backpack, and sat down. Unfortunately, he had lost his stick during the fight, so he had nothing to hold on to.
"Where do we start?"
"Why don't you start by explaining that appearance?" Morgan rested against the counter. "Why do you look like a homeless boy?"
Harry looked down at himself. "I am aware that my attire is not great, but homeless is a bit much. As for my physical appearance… let's see."
He tried to put together a detailed explanation of what he had experienced lately. The end of his life as Merlin, as well as his new life as Harry Potter, the dreams, and finally awakening his old memories through the use of a magical potion.
Morgan listened attentively to the whole story without interrupting him.
Her expression was serious the whole time, which made him believe that she might be able to offer some answers to a few questions he had.
"So what you are saying is that after my brother killed you, you went through some sort of reincarnation process. One that took over 1500 years."
"Perhaps," Harry muttered. "My knowledge about reincarnation is very limited. Only the Hindus seemed to have some insights into it. But there is a chance that my soul went through many reincarnations over the past millennium and a half. It is only now, in this last life, that I was able to recover my past memories. Of course, that is merely a theory. I don't even understand why I was reincarnated in the first place… why is my soul unable to leave this realm of existence?"
"You mentioned that Arthur stabbed you with a broken Excalibur… that could be the cause." Morgan mentioned.
"Excalibur? Mmm…" He considered it for a moment. A lot of strange things had occurred during his last moments as Merlin.
"You could be correct. That sacred sword had a mysterious origin. Who knows if it possessed abilities that Arthur never managed to discover?"
"And you said that your current name is Harry Potter?" Morgan raised an eyebrow. "That could be a problem."
"How so?" Harry didn't understand what his name had to do with this.
"I will tell you the details later, but be mindful that the Ministry of Magic may be currently looking for you. After all, Harry Potter is a very famous wizard in this country."
"I'm famous? How so?" He had grown up in a non-magical home with ordinary people. Other than the fact that he was a wizard, there didn't seem to be anything special about his current identity.
Harry noticed that Morgan appeared a bit amused by his confusion.
"Oh yes, you are very famous. You see… people call you the Boy Who Lived." She said.
"The Boy Who Lived… lived what?" He wondered if this had something to do with that man called Albus Dumbledore who came to visit him. "Do you mind explaining it better?"
"But it is so fun to see the great Merlin squirming with confusion." Morgan smiled. "Maybe I should get you one of those children's books. That would explain things much better."
"Children's books?"
"You know what? I think I may have some of those stored around my shop. Give me a moment." She left the room and went upstairs.
"Children's books? What in the Lord's name is that about?" Harry wondered.
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