«I did it! I did it!», I yell out into the darkness, rejoicing. The emotions that overwhelmed me demand some kind of exit; that’s why now I scream, throwing them out, completely ignoring the fact that my scream is silent.

Having shouted to my heart’s content, I easily dismiss the unpleasant thought that immediately arises. I don’t want to strain because I have woken up not in the body, as I wanted, but out here in the middle of nowhere. I can’t change this in any way; that’s why I strain, or rather, I don’t want to strain; but nobody wants to know my opinion about this situation.

Not now, just not now. I say this rigidly to myself, thereby suppressing the animal terror that has recently arisen at its root. I'll think about it later. At the moment, I intend to rejoice in my small victory, and nothing should spoil my mood.

«What could you do?» you’ll ask me. «Whom have you won?»

«What could I do? It’s very simple! I wanted to think calmly so that nothing could distract me from it. And there’s something to think about; I’ve accumulated so many questions I want an answer to.

Why couldn't I wake up in the body? For what possible reason are these memories shown to me so persistently? What’s really going on with me? And why the memories of this particular person ... or, it will be more correct to say, a mage? Is the mage a human? Or the correct question is, can a human be a magician? He probably can. All right, that’s it! I’m on the wrong track.

Now, where was I? Right! I remember! I also wanted to understand, in case this works out, the duality that appeared in me. Because it scares me that in the same situation I simultaneously have, on the one hand, the reaction of a young twerp and, on the other, the reaction of a grown man, a man of wisdom.

If I can somehow understand the reaction of an adult and where it comes from, if I to start out with the assumption that Harry's memories are mine, then where the reaction of a young body comes from, it definitely bewilders me.

«You asked whom I won? My answer is, I don’t know. Before that, it was like this: my consciousness abruptly turned off against my will, and I descended into darkness. And then, having just emerged from the darkness and not having time to come around, I started watching Harry Potter memories again. And then I was forced to throw all my strength only at collecting and remembering as much information received as possible.»

It seems I’ve calmed down a bit while answering your questions. The euphoria is gone, so now I can safely start brain activity. Though it’s impossible to understand everything I want, but I hope, at least somewhat, I’ll be able to do so.

During this time, I learned a lot of interesting things about Harry.

After his son’s departure, Harry began to put his affairs and set papers in order. Looking at him, one could have thought that he was preparing to go to war rather than reveal the secret to his son.

The work with papers Harry alternated the work in his workshop with some artefacts, and in between these, he made visits to friends and few of his neighbours to warn them that he was going to immerse himself in research again. Therefore, they shouldn’t lose him because he would lock himself in his laboratory with his son without being distracted by anything extraneous.

The most difficult thing for me was to understand why, for almost all acquaintances and neighbours; Harry was not Harrison James Potter but Herbert Jerry Parker. From fragmentary information, it became clear that this was a pseudonym magically assigned to him, under which he lived for a long time. But the reasons for such a decision I wasn’t able to identify.

The more memories I watched, the more I was inclined to the fact that the guess expressed at the moment of desperation was correct. Harry Potter was my last incarnation.

«What makes you think so?» you might ask.

Some details point to this, albeit indirectly. Here is, for example, one of them: If it weren’t the memories of my last life, then why, in this case, was I shown so many personal memories of Harry, such as eating or taking a shower… and others …that were more intimate?

The turning point in favour of this version was the memory of Harry’s meeting with the woman named Hermione.

«I don’t know, Harry», said Hermione, leaning her head to one side, examining Harry with squinty eyes.

«I cannot help but think that there's something you're not telling me, and this «something» is a lot of information. I understand that you did this with the best intentions, so I won’t worry in vain. Right?»

To this Harry keeps silent, looking down.

«It means I’m right,»  she sums up with a sad smile. «But, Harry, this time,» she’s said leaning towards «Your plan seems full of danger.»

«Hermione, when did you become so shrewd?»  Looking at her with respect, he asks.

«When I allowed myself to get in touch with you the second time…»and they both laughed.

Laughing off Hermione becomes serious again and, with her arms folded, pronounces.

«You won’t fool me, Harrison James Potter.»

«I didn’t even try, believe me!»

She arouses a sense of recognition; it seems that I need to exert myself a little more, and I’ll remember it.

I don’t believe they’re together; there’s no chemistry between them. Most likely, they’re only friends.

What’s that about?

I said this because only a woman for whom you feel passion can arouse a sense of recognition.

I think not! It seems to me they share more complex relations than pleasures of the flesh.

He’s an idiot! Instead of talking with her, he’d better…

Enough!

Come on! I can’t joke?

Shut up, bastard!

Ok, ok! Hold your fire, grandpa, or you’ll have a heart attack. Hi-hi.

Rrrr…

Hi-hi. Ok, I’ll stop talking.

«Well, Hermione, if you’re asking,» Harry  has said, giving up after a short pause during which Hermione shows her firmness in pursuit of the truth. «Then I can reveal the secret to you too; only there’s one condition: if you first sign a magical non-disclosure agreement.»

«Can I think about it?» she asks anxiously, immediately losing ground; the condition under which she has  to sign a non-disclosure agreement is something she doesn’t like at all.

«Yes, you can think until Alrus returns having settled all his affairs, and now you must swear to me that you’ll never tell anyone in any other way that I have a secret.»

«Even like this?»  she wonders and shakes her head. «In this case, I don’t want to know this secret; I feel fear because of it.»

«And this is the right choice, Hermione,» Harry supports her. «I don’t want your life to be even in illusory danger because of a simple curiosity.»

She again shakes her head and then, having thought, says.

«You can’t even imagine how I want to know your secret. And all because of a feeling that the knowledge of this secret will open for me the opportunity to receive many new books and knowledge.»

Harry, as best as he can, tries to stay calm after her words because she is absolutely right that books and knowledge of other worlds will be at her disposal if she gives in to temptation. Hermione, not noticing how Harry is getting tense or pretending -it doesn't matter- turns in upon herself. He's been thinking about how she's changed over the years.

Not having noticed how Harry has tensed or is pretending – it’s not important- Hermione plunges in herself. How she’s changed through these years – he’s thinking meanwhile. She’s become softer, developed her intuition, and, what’s the most unbelievable, she began to listen to her feelings. But then she roused from deep abstraction and continued in a firm voice:

«It happens that over the years I’ve learned to trust my feelings and intuition, and they shout to me that I shouldn’t mess with your secret even if I receive new books and knowledge. That’s why I’ll listen to them, but I refuse from the secret, not only because my feelings and intuition are against this but also because, over the years, I’ve also understood that such an obsession with knowledge as I had is very dangerous,» and without a transition. « I, Hermione…»

She’s a wimp; I don’t like her anymore!

Jerk!

From a jerk, I’m hearing this!