Harry, meanwhile, after scaring the hell out of his uncle climbed the stairs and arrived on the first floor- inside his small room.
The room, as expected, was dimly lit and dirty. A thin layer of dust had settled everywhere around the room. A wave of nostalgia filled his mind as he gazed at the old broken wooden bed, the small tool next to it, and the slightly cracked window glass.
A few extra boxes, most probably carrying Dudley's toys, were placed here and there in the room. Even in the little space he was provided, the Petunia tried to squeeze Harry as much as possible.
It seemed that other than to take or keep things, no one had entered the room since he had left the previous year.
Harry walked near the window and slid it open. A wave of air assaulted his face, and not even a second later, a pure white owl entered through the window with a loud hoot.
"Hedwig," said Harry with a slightly emotional tone.
The owl hooted in response and, with a flap of her wings, landed on Harry's shoulder. She looked at Harry in confusion, as if sensing the changes within him.
Hedwig was one of those rare selfless friends Harry had had in his life. She had been a constant support, even in his lowest phases. A true friend. Even though, she could not speak or understand a human's language, she somehow always understood Harry.
In his previous life, Hedwig had died taking a Killing Curse meant for Harry while he was being moved from this house, the night before he turned seventeen.
Hedwig's loss had been an incredible blow to Harry. He could have not even mourned properly for her as he had been embroiled in the war against Voldemort.
It was a few days after the Battle of Hogwarts that Hedwig, in a miraculous feat, had returned.
Harry, at that time, had been on a break and was somewhere in an isolated place, trying to avoid all the fanfare of him killing Voldemort.
A loud hoot had startled him, snapping him out of his sleep. Hedwig had made her dramatic appearance. Her sudden appearance had pleasantly shocked Harry.
Harry learned thereafter that she was no ordinary magical owl. She was a miracle in herself.
After her return, she was the only constant companion Harry had. Even when he found himself lost in grief, she was the one who would hoot and cheer him up.
But sadly, everything comes to an end. Though Hedwig lived longer than any magical owl, she ultimately died. It was another devastating blow for Harry.
For months, he had hoped that she would, in another miraculous feat, return. But not this time.
Her loss plunged Harry into another period of grief. When he overcame it, he became frantic about his magical research.
The insane idea of sending his soul back in time, which had been budding in his heart, fully blossomed, and he dedicated years to devising the method.
A loud hoot from Hedwig brought Harry out of his past memories. He felt slightly emotional seeing Hedwig again. He turned and smiled at the owl, who was looking at him in confusion. Her human friend was surely behaving different today.
"Hedwig," said Harry. "You never change."
The intelligent owl hooted loudly; whether in denial or agreement, only she knew. Harry chuckled in response.
"Soon, you will be born anew, Hedwig. You will be what you should be," smiled Harry.
"And this time, you will be with me forever," he added with a smile.
The owl looked at Harry in confusion, and if her expression could be seen, she would definitely be frowning.
She tilted her head and nibbled at Harry's neck, making Harry grunt in pain and making him realize that she did not understand his idiotic words.
After playing around for some more time with Hedwig, he let her go as she flew out of the window.
Harry after sending her away turned serious.
"Hopefully this works, otherwise, I will have to steal the Hallows," muttered Harry under his breath.
With this, he closed his eyes and tried to feel a faint connection with the Hallows.
In a few moments, a wave of magic pulsed from his body, and three objects appeared around him, enclosing him inside a circle.
The first was the Invisibility Cloak, which had been in his trunk. The second was the Elder Wand, which had been with Dumbledore. And finally, the Resurrection Stone, which had been embedded in the Gaunt's ring, a Horcrux of Voldemort.
(Only the stone had come to Harry; the ring without the stone was still in its own position.)
Harry's face broke into a wide grin, and he further concentrated his magic. The next moment, the three Hallows gave a magical pulse and, with a tearing sound, entered Harry's body.
Harry felt the connection with the three Hallows being complete, and he grinned.
Harry had been able to summon the Deathly Hallows not because he had brought some kind of connection with him from the future. He was able to do it because of two, or maybe three, reasons.
Firstly, the Potters were descendants of the Peverells, the original owners of the three Hallows. This gave him a faint connection with the Hallows. But this was definitely not enough, as there would have been hundreds of descendants of Peverell across various families.
Secondly, he already possessed a Deathly Hallow, the Cloak. This gave him another added faint connection to the three Hallows. But even so, this was not enough, as generations of Potters had held the Cloak.
The most important thing was that Harry had wielded the Hallows in his previous life. He had held a connection with them for centuries. He knew how the Hallows worked, what their magic felt like and how to tame them. And thus, it was not too difficult for him to use these faint connections to form the bond with them.
After all, in his previous life, the Hallows had chosen him, on their own, even after he had snapped and thrown away the Elder Wand.
With a smile, Harry stretched his hands and felt the invariable power coursing through his body.
The resurrection stone, the elder wand and the cloak; each came with their own specialities and Harry now wielded the power of all the three hallows.
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