Report!

We're back at Clarity's house now, along with three trunks full of school supplies, minus the robes. How does that work? Well, the extension charm the goblin at the bank mentioned is on our pouches is applied to all the school trunks, apparently.

'But what happens after they graduate? Do they have the students give them to the school? If the charm is supposed to be tightly regulated, why do they give every eleven year old one of their own? Do they just expect them not to take them anywhere?'

I shake my head to dislodge my musings. I doubt I'll ever know what the deal is with all the weird restrictions wizards have. Instead, I turn to Clarity, who's pulled out two books and is staring at me along with Harry, their arms crossed.

I smile at them. "So, ready to give your report, Spymaster Insania?"

"Pft." She tries to hold a stern face, but can't help but laugh at my words. She salutes with her hand held to her forehead. "Mission successful, Ma'am! The requested information on the current headmaster of Hogwarts, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, acquired!"

Harry and I blink at her. Then Harry starts laughing. "Haha. Good one Clarity. What parts of that is his real name though?" At her blank stare, his remaining chuckles begin to peter out. "Wait, that's his real name?"

She simply nods at his flabbergasted look. "How? Why!? Why does someone need so many names?"

Clarity holds up one of the books, titled 'Headmasters of Hogwarts'. "No idea, there's only a brief description of the man in here. Apparently he's well known as the nicest wizard in the world, and is even willing to give hardened criminals a second chance."

I can feel my lips turn down at her words. "So he's the type to see the 'good' in everyone? Sounds self righteous."

She nods. "Indeed. That actually leads into the second thing I found, which relates to Harry."

"Me?" He asks in surprise, his eyes wide.

"Indeed. Apparently, there was a war in the wizarding world recently. Someone with the title of 'Dark Lord' decided that muggles should serve wizards as an inferior species. Similar to how magical creatures, such as goblins and something called house elves are viewed."

My lips thin. I knew there was something up with how Hagrid was talking about goblins earlier. When I speak, my voice is flat, clearly showing my displeasure at this new bit of information. "So what happened to them? Since wizards are still unknown to muggles, I'm assuming they lost."

Noticing the drop in my mood, Clarity scoots closer to me and places an arm around my shoulder. "Indeed. Apparently, Harry killed them when he was a year old."

Both our eyes turn to the boy in question. He simply stares at us,, his face blank. "...Wot?"

Clarity nods, reaching out and showing us the second book she'd taken out. I can't help but choke when I see the title. "'Power of Potter'? What the hell?"

I take it from her and turn to the synopsis of the book, muttering it out loud. "'The Boy Who Lived defeated You Know Who You Know When. But what happened afterwards? Read on to find out what this infant does with his tremendous power afterwards.' Oh look, they even have a list of things you defeated." As I read, one eyebrow starts to rise. By the time I get to the end it's practically disappeared into my hair.

"Trolls, vampires, and werewolves. Something called a 'dementor'. Apparently you've even tamed a dragon." I turn my attention to my dumbstruck brother. "So Harry, is it true you've been living a double life? Hiding the fact that you've been going on adventures and slaying all kinds of mythical beasts? Not even once thinking of inviting your poor abused sister to come with you? *Sniff* I feel so betrayed!"

I turn and begin to cry into Clarity's chest while she simply rolls her eyes with a smile at my antics.

At this time Harry finally recovers from his stupor. "Wait, what? How? And what does the book mean 'You Know Who'? I don't think any of us know who!"

Clarity shrugs, careful not to disturb my fake cry. "Doesn't say. The only thing I could find was that you're responsible for the death of the Dark Lord You Know Who. Or sometimes 'He Who Must Not Be Named'. Seems like his name is considered bad luck or something.

Hearing this gets my attention, and I take my head away from her chest. "Of course the Dark Lord was a man. Even in the muggle world it's always men who are the dictators. You know, it would be rather refreshing for a woman to become the big bad at some point."

Another helpless shrug from Clarity is all I get. "He had a powerful woman at his side at least...?" Her words are uncertain, but I perk up at them.

"That's something at least. As long as she was ACTUALLY his right hand and not just there for show." Then I realize something. "That's why everyone recognized you!" I point at Harry.

Blinking for a moment, his eyes widen as he realizes the same thing. Then a thought strikes him and he frowns. "But what about Misha? Why isn't she mentioned?"

"Well," Clarity explains. "Apparently he decided to kill you first, but for some reason it failed and he died instead. Which resulted in your lightning bolt scar, which is now your icon." She shrugs. "Since he hadn't tried to kill Misha yet, she kind of faded into the background. I don't think most people are even aware you aren't an only child."

Harry looks at me, worry in his eyes. He knows how it is to be neglected and abused, just like me. But to suddenly find out that his twin is neglected by an entire society? He's worried about how she might take it.

But instead of any kind of downcast, depressed, or even irritated expression he expected to see, he sees a mad grin. What will eventually be MY icon.

"Just think Harry, think of all the tricks I could pull on people with this." My eyes get a far off look in them. "Pranks for days..."

Harry and Clarity facepalm at my words.