He looked down at the book. Still unsure what he'd even done. The 'Rule', had seemed so simple. He was horrified, that he'd destroyed Voldemort entirely.
As if sensing Harry's fear, some words appeared on the page, written by a neat invisible hand.
"Tom Riddle and his unnatural Horcruxes have gone from history."
Snapping the book shut, afraid it was going to show him more. Harry's gaze darted guiltily between his friends, and Dumbledore.
The book had a last display of power, as each of the four house animals embossed on the cover gave a soft golden glow.
- - - -
It was days before Harry dared even take the book out. Everybody was still there. But nobody was mourning the absence of the Dark Lord, or even talking about his return.
As if performing some sort of acid test, he tried to talk with Draco Malfoy. That only served to confirm Harry's suspicions. Draco thought that he was being taunted, as if Harry was boasting. There was buried anger, but no sense that he was back, or even likely to come back.
Knowing the danger of the book, he absolutely refused to feel guilty for not telling Ron about the book. He was even handed, and refused to tell Hermione. She'd just want him to hand it in, or want to experiment on it. His own experience warned him against even the most cautious of experiments.
The hardest thing he found, was to explain his happiness to study potions. Severus Snape as head of Slytherin was still fond of arbitrary point scoring against Gryffindor.
It was a week after the restoration of Professor Dumbledore and Professor Snape, that his hand brushed against the embossed cover of the book, as he pulled out his text book.
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