The Room of Requirent.
Lucien and Harry sat facing each other on two plush sofas.
"Lucien," Harry said, hands clasped tightly on his knees, "you know a lot about… well, everything. I wanted to ask… what do you think I should do after Hogwarts?"
So that's what this is about. Lucien's mouth curved into a small smile.
Career counseling already.
Hogwarts students usually had these talks with their heads of house once they reached the upper years. Harry was only in second year—it was a little early. But Lucien didn't mind.
He didn't answer right away. Instead he quickly ran through the original tiline in his head.
If things had gone the way they were supposed to, Harry would've ended up as Head of the Auror Office—basically in charge of a team of highly skilled wizards keeping the magical world safe. It would've played perfectly to his natural talent for Defense Against the Dark Arts.
That path only made sense because of everything that ca after—Voldemort's return, the war, the real combat experience, and the reputation he earned along the way.
But with Lucien here, he seriously doubted Voldemort was going to spark another full-scale wizarding war. Dumbledore was already hunting Horcruxes, and Lucien knew the locations of several of them. Slytherin's locket, for example, was hidden in Grimmauld Place. All they needed was Sirius to get inside.
He could grab it over the sumr.
Wouldn't it be satisfying to collect every last Horcrux and destroy them right in front of Voldemort? He wondered what kind of face the noseless bastard would make.
Basilisk venom and Fiendfyre would do the job easily enough. But ever since he'd discovered that his Patronus had strange soul-related properties, another idea had been floating around in the back of his mind.
What if he could use the Patronus to pull Voldemort's soul fragnts out of the Horcruxes instead of destroying the objects themselves? The diadem, the locket, the cup—those were powerful magical artifacts created by the founders. It would be a sha to just lt them down.
The thoughts passed through his head in seconds.
Lucien pulled his focus back to the boy sitting across from him.
"Harry," he said gently, "forget what everyone else expects from you for a second. Have you ever thought about what you actually want to do?"
Harry blinked, then stared down at his clasped hands.
It took him a long mont to answer.
"I… don't really know," he admitted. "Back with the Dursleys I never thought about the future. They always said I'd end up working on a factory line or stocking shelves at a supermarket. Then I ca to Hogwarts and realized there are actually tons of jobs out there."
He looked up, green eyes uncertain. "I love Quidditch, but becoming a professional player isn't easy. And I don't want to turn sothing I enjoy into a job. That might ruin it."
Lucien nodded.
Harry really did have impressive talent—Quidditch, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Potions. He wasn't limited to one area, he was still young with plenty of room to grow, and thanks to his family vault he didn't have to worry about money. That gave him real freedom to experint.
Which ant he didn't have to lock himself into becoming an Auror.
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