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<h1>Harry Potter and the Methods of Rationality: 14: The Unknown and the Unknowable</h1>
<p>by Less Wrong</p>
<p>Drama, Humor <br/>
<b>Universe:</b> Harry Potter
<b>Characters:</b> Harry P., Hermione G.
<p>Melenkurion abatha! Duroc minas mill J. K. Rowling!</p>
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<p><i>There were mysterious questions, but a mysterious answer was a contradiction in terms.</i></p>
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<p>"Come in," said Professor McGonagall's muffled voice.</p>
<p>Harry did so.</p>
<p>The office of the Deputy Headmistress was clean and well-organised; on the wall immediately adjacent to the desk was a maze of wooden cubbyholes of all shapes and sizes, most with several parchment scrolls thrust into them, and it was somehow very clear that Professor McGonagall knew exactly what every cubbyhole meant, even if no one else did. A single parchment lay on the actual desk, which was, aside from that, clean. Behind the desk was a closed door barred with several locks.</p>
<p>Professor McGonagall was sitting on a backless stool behind the desk, looking puzzled - her eyes had widened, with perhaps a slight note of apprehension, as she saw Harry.</p>
<p>"Mr. Potter?" said Professor McGonagall. "What is this about?"</p>
<p>Harry's mind went blank. He'd been instructed by the game to come here, he had been expecting <i>her</i> to have something in mind...</p>
<p>"Mr. Potter?" said Professor McGonagall, starting to look slightly annoyed.</p>
<p>Thankfully, Harry's panicking brain remembered at this point that he <i>did</i> have something he'd been planning to discuss with Professor McGonagall. Something important and well worth her time.</p>
<p>"Um..." Harry said. "If there are any spells you can cast to make sure no one's listening to us..."</p>
<p>Professor McGonagall stood up from her chair, firmly closed the outer door, and began taking out her wand and saying spells.</p>
<p>It was at this point that Harry realised he was faced with a priceless and possibly irreplaceable opportunity to offer Professor McGonagall a Comed-Tea and he couldn't believe he was seriously thinking that and it would be fine the soda would vanish after a few seconds and he told that part of himself to <i>shut up.</i></p>
<p>It did, and Harry began to organise mentally what he was going to say. He hadn't planned to have this discussion <i>quite </i>so soon, but so long as he was here...</p>
<p>Professor McGonagall finished a spell that sounded a lot older than Latin, and then she sat down again.</p>
<p>"All right," she said in a quiet voice. "No one's listening." Her face was rather tight.</p>
<p><i>Oh, right, she's expecting me to blackmail her for information about the prophecy. </i></p>
<p>Eh, Harry'd get around to that some other day.</p>
<p>"It's about the Incident with the Sorting Hat," Harry said. (Professor McGonagall blinked.) "Um... I think there's an extra spell on the Sorting Hat, something that the Sorting Hat itself doesn't know about, something that triggers when the Sorting Hat says Slytherin. I heard a message that I'm pretty sure Ravenclaws aren't supposed to hear. It came the moment the Sorting Hat was off my head and I felt the connection break. It sounded like a hiss and like English at the same time," there was a sharp intake of breath from McGonagall, "and it said: Salutations from Slytherin to Slytherin, if you would seek my secrets, speak to my snake."</p>
<p>Professor McGonagall sat there with her mouth open, staring at Harry as if he'd grown another two heads.</p>
<p>"So..." Professor McGonagall said slowly, as though she couldn't believe the words that were coming out of her own lips, "you decided to come to me right away and tell me about it."</p>
<p>"Well, yes, of course," Harry said. There was no need to admit how long it had taken him to actually think of that. "As opposed to, say, trying to research it myself, or telling any of the other children."</p>
<p>"I... see," Professor McGonagall said. "And if, perhaps, you were to discover the entrance to Salazar Slytherin's legendary Chamber of Secrets, an entrance that you and you alone could open..."</p>
<p>"I would close the entrance and report to you at once so that a team of experienced magical archaeologists could be assembled," Harry said promptly. "Then I would open up the entrance again and they would go in very carefully to make sure that there was nothing dangerous. I might go in later to look around, or if they needed me to open up something else, but it would be after the area had been declared clear and they had photographs of how everything looked before people started tromping around their priceless historical site."</p>
<p>Professor McGonagall sat there with her mouth open, staring at him like he'd just turned into a cat.</p>
<p>"It's obvious if you're not a Gryffindor," Harry said kindly.</p>
<p>"I think," Professor McGonagall said in a rather choked voice, "that you <i>far</i> underestimate the rarity of common sense, Mr. Potter."</p>
<p>That sounded about right. Although... "A Hufflepuff would've said the same thing."</p>
<p>McGonagall paused, struck. "<i>That's</i> true."</p>
<p>"Sorting Hat offered me Hufflepuff."</p>
<p>She blinked at him as though she couldn't believe her own ears. "Did it <i>really?</i>"</p>
<p>"Mr. Potter," McGonagall said, and now her voice was low, "five decades ago was the last time a student died within the walls of Hogwarts, and I am now certain that five decades ago was the last time someone heard that message."</p>
<p>A chill went through Harry. "Then I will be <i>very</i> sure to take no action <i>whatsoever</i> on this matter without consulting you, Professor McGonagall." He paused. "And may I suggest that you get together the best people you can find and see if it's possible to get that extra spell off the Sorting Hat... and if you can't do that, maybe put on <i>another</i> spell, a Quietus that briefly activates just as the Hat is being removed from a student's head, that might work as a patch. There, no more dead students." Harry nodded in satisfaction.</p>
<p>Professor McGonagall looked even more stunned, if such a thing were imaginable. "I cannot <i>possibly</i> award you enough points for this without giving the House Cup to Ravenclaw outright."</p>
<p>"Um," Harry said. "Um. I'd rather not earn <i>that</i> many House points."</p>
<p>Now Professor McGonagall was giving him a strange look. "Why not?"</p>
<p>Harry was having a little difficulty putting it into words. "Because it would be just too sad, you know? Like... like back when I was still trying to go to school in the Muggle world, and whenever there was a group project, I'd go ahead and do the whole thing myself because the others would only slow me down. I'm fine with earning lots of points, more than anyone else even, but if I earn enough to be decisive in winning the House Cup just by myself, then it's like I'm carrying House Ravenclaw on my back and that's too sad."</p>
<p>"I see..." McGonagall said hesitantly. It was apparent that this way of thinking had never occurred to her. "Suppose I only awarded you fifty points, then?"</p>
<p>Harry shook his head again. "It's not fair to the other children if I earn lots of points for grownup things that I can be part of and they can't. How is Terry Boot supposed to earn fifty points for reporting a whisper he heard from the Sorting Hat? It wouldn't be fair at all."</p>
<p>"I see why the Sorting Hat offered you Hufflepuff," said Professor McGonagall. She was eyeing him with a strange respect.</p>
<p>That made Harry choke up a bit. He'd honestly thought he wasn't worthy of Hufflepuff. That the Sorting Hat had just been trying to shove him anywhere but Ravenclaw, into a House whose virtues he didn't have...</p>
<p>Professor McGonagall was smiling now. "And if I tried to give you <i>ten</i> points...?"</p>
<p>"Are you going to explain where those ten points came from, if anyone asks? There might be a lot of Slytherins, and I don't mean the children at Hogwarts, who would be really <i>really</i> angry if they knew about the spell being taken off the Sorting Hat and found out I was involved. So I think that absolute secrecy is the better part of valour. No need to thank me, ma'am, virtue is its own reward."</p>
<p>"So it is," Professor McGonagall said, "but I do have a very special something else to give you. I see that I have greatly wronged you in my thoughts, Mr. Potter. Please wait here."</p>
<p>She got up, went over to the locked back door, waved her wand, and a sort of blurry curtain sprang up around her. Harry could neither see nor hear what was going on. It was a few minutes later that the blur vanished and Professor McGonagall was standing there, facing him, with the door behind her looking as though it hadn't ever been opened.</p>
<p>And Professor McGonagall held out in one hand a necklace, a thin golden chain bearing in its center a silver circle, within which was the device of an hourglass. In her other hand was a folded pamphlet. "This is for you," she said.</p>
<p>Wow! He was going to get some sort of neat magical item as a quest reward! Apparently that business with refusing offers of monetary rewards until you got a magic item actually worked in real life, not just computer games.</p>
<p>Harry accepted his new necklace, smiling. "What is it?"</p>
<p>Professor McGonagall took a breath. "Mr. Potter, this is an item which is ordinarily lent only to children who have already shown themselves to be highly responsible, in order to help them with difficult class schedules." McGonagall hesitated, as though about to add something else. "I <i>must</i> emphasise, Mr. Potter, that this item's true nature is <i>secret </i>and that you must<i> not</i> tell any of the other students about it, or let them see you using it. If that's not acceptable to you, then you can give it back now."</p>
<p>"I can keep secrets," Harry said. "So what does it do?"</p>
<p>"So far as the other students are concerned, this is a Spimster wicket and it is used to treat a rare, non-contagious magical ailment called Spontaneous Duplication. You wear it under your clothes, and while you have no reason to show it to anyone, you also have no reason to treat it as an awful secret. Spimster wickets are not interesting. Do you understand, Mr. Potter?"</p>
<p>Harry nodded, his smile widening. He sensed the work of a <i>competent </i>Slytherin. "And what does it <i>really</i> do?"</p>
<p>"It's a Time-Turner. Each spin of the hourglass sends you one hour back in time. So if you use it to go back two hours every day, you should always be able to get to sleep at the same time."</p>
<p>Harry's suspension of disbelief blew completely out the window.</p>
<p><i>You're giving me a time machine to treat my sleep disorder.</i></p>
<p><i>You're giving me a TIME MACHINE to treat my SLEEP DISORDER.</i></p>
<p>"Ehehehehhheheh..." Harry's mouth said. He was now holding the necklace away from him as though it were a live bomb. Well, no, not as if it were a live bomb, that didn't <i>begin</i> to describe the severity of the situation. Harry held the necklace away from him as though it were a time machine.</p>
<p><i>Say, Professor McGonagall, did you know that time-reversed ordinary matter looks just like antimatter? Why yes it does! Did you know that one kilogram of antimatter encountering one kilogram of matter will annihilate in an explosion equivalent to 43 million tons of TNT? Do you realise that I myself weigh 41 kilograms and that the resulting blast would leave A GIANT SMOKING CRATER WHERE THERE USED TO BE SCOTLAND?</i></p>
<p>"Excuse me," Harry managed to say, "but this sounds really really <i>really REALLY DANGEROUS!</i>" Harry's voice didn't quite rise to a shriek, he couldn't possibly scream loud enough to do this situation justice so there was no point in trying.</p>
<p>Professor McGonagall looked upon him with tolerant affection. "I'm glad you're taking this seriously, Mr. Potter, but Time-Turners aren't <i>that</i> dangerous. We wouldn't give them to children if they were."</p>
<p>"Really," Harry said. "Ahahahaha. Of course you wouldn't give time machines to children if they were dangerous, what <i>was</i> I thinking? So just to be clear, sneezing on this device will <i>not</i> send me into the Middle Ages where I will run over Gutenberg with a horse cart and prevent the Enlightenment? Because, you know, I hate it when that happens to me."</p>
<p>McGonagall's lips were twitching in that way she had when she was trying not to smile. She offered Harry the pamphlet she was holding, but Harry was carefully holding out the necklace with both hands and staring at the hourglass to make sure it wasn't about to turn. "Don't worry," McGonagall said after a momentary pause, when it became clear that Harry wasn't going to move, "that can't possibly happen, Mr. Potter. The Time-Turner cannot be used to move more than six hours backwards. It can't be used more than six times in any day."</p>
<p>"Oh, good, very good, that. And if someone bumps into me the Time-Turner will <i>not</i> break and will <i>not</i> trap the whole castle of Hogwarts in an endlessly repeating loop of Thursdays."</p>
<p>"Well, they <i>can</i> be fragile..." said McGonagall. "And I do think I've heard about strange things happening if they're broken. But nothing like <i>that!</i>"</p>
<p>"Perhaps," Harry said when he could speak again, "you ought to provide your time machines with some sort of <i>protective shell</i>, rather than <i>leaving the glass exposed</i>, so as to <i>prevent that from happening</i>."</p>
<p>McGonagall looked quite struck. "That's an excellent idea, Mr. Potter. I shall inform the Ministry of it."</p>
<p><i>That's it, it's official now, they've ratified it in Parliament, everyone in the wizarding world is completely stupid.</i></p>
<p>"And while I hate to get all <i>PHILOSOPHICAL,</i>" Harry desperately tried to lower his voice to something under a shriek, "has anyone thought about the <i>IMPLICATIONS</i> of going back six hours and doing something that changes time which would pretty much <i>DELETE ALL THE PEOPLE AFFECTED </i>and<i> REPLACE THEM WITH DIFFERENT VERSIONS -</i>"</p>
<p>"Oh, you can't <i>change</i> time!" Professor McGonagall interrupted. "Good heavens, Mr. Potter, do you think these would be allowed students if <i>that</i> was possible? What if someone tried to change their test scores?"</p>
<p>Harry took a moment to process this. His hands relaxed, just a little, from their white grip on the hourglass chain. Like he wasn't holding a time machine, just a live nuclear warhead.</p>
<p>"So..." Harry said slowly. "People just find that the universe... happens to be self-consistent, somehow, even though it has time-travel in it. If I and my future self interact then I'll see the same thing as both of me, even though, on my own first run through, my future self is already acting in full knowledge of things that, from my own perspective, haven't happened yet..." Harry's voice trailed off into the inadequacy of English.</p>
<p>"Correct, I think," said Professor McGonagall. "Although wizards <i>are</i> advised to avoid being seen by their past selves. If you're attending two classes at the same time and you need to cross paths with yourself, for example, the first version of you should step aside and close his eyes at a known time - you have a watch already, good - so that the future you can pass. It's all there in the pamphlet."</p>
<p>"Ahahahaa. And what happens when someone <i>ignores</i> that advice?"</p>
<p>Professor McGonagall pursed her lips. "I understand that it can be quite disconcerting."</p>
<p>"And it doesn't, say, create a paradox that destroys the universe."</p>
<p>She smiled tolerantly. "Mr. Potter, I think I'd remember hearing if <i>that</i> had ever happened."</p>
<p>Professor McGonagall actually laughed. It was a pleasant, glad sound that seemed surprisingly out of place on that stern face. "You're having another 'you turned into a cat' moment, aren't you, Mr. Potter. You probably don't want to hear this, but it's quite endearingly cute."</p>
<p>"Turning into a cat doesn't even <i>BEGIN</i> to compare to this. You know right up until this moment I had this awful suppressed thought somewhere in the back of my mind that the only remaining answer was that my whole universe was a computer simulation like in the book <i>Simulacron 3</i> but now <i>even that is ruled out </i>because this little toy <i>ISN'T TURING COMPUTABLE!</i> A Turing machine could simulate going back into a defined moment of the past and computing a different future from there, an oracle machine could rely on the halting behavior of lower-order machines, but what you're saying is that reality somehow self-consistently computes in one sweep using information that hasn't... happened... yet..."</p>
<p>Realisation struck Harry a pile-driver blow.</p>
<p>It all made sense now. It all <i>finally</i> made sense.</p>
<p>"<i>SO THAT'S HOW THE COMED-TEA WORKS!</i> Of <i>course!</i> The spell doesn't <i>force</i> funny events to happen, it just makes you <i>feel an impulse to drink </i>right before funny things are going to happen anyway! I'm such a fool, I should have realised when I felt the impulse to drink the Comed-Tea before Dumbledore's second speech, <i>didn't</i> drink it, and then choked on my own saliva instead - drinking the Comed-Tea doesn't cause the comedy, the comedy causes you to drink the Comed-Tea! I saw the two events were correlated and assumed the Comed-Tea had to be the cause and the comedy had to be the effect because I thought temporal order restrained causation and causal graphs had to be acyclic BUT IT ALL MAKES SENSE ONCE YOU DRAW THE CAUSAL ARROWS GOING <i>BACKWARDS IN TIME!</i>"</p>
<p>Realisation struck Harry the <i>second</i> pile-driver.</p>
<p>This one he managed to keep quiet, making only a small strangling sound like a dying kitten as he realised who'd put the note on his bed this morning.</p>
<p>Professor McGonagall's eyes were alight. "After you graduate, or possibly even before, you really <i>must</i> teach some of these Muggle theories at Hogwarts, Mr. Potter. They sound quite fascinating, even if they're all wrong."</p>
<p>Professor McGonagall offered him a few more pleasantries, demanded a few more promises to which Harry nodded, said something about not talking to snakes where anyone could hear him, reminded him to read the pamphlet, and then somehow Harry found himself standing outside her office with the door closed firmly behind him.</p>
<p>"Gaahhhrrrraa..." Harry said.</p>
<p>Why yes his mind <i>was</i> blown.</p>
<p>Not least by the fact that, if not for the Prank, he might well have never obtained a Time-Turner in the first place.</p>
<p>Or would Professor McGonagall have given it to him anyway, only later in the day, whenever he got around to asking about his sleep disorder or telling her about the Sorting Hat's message? And would he, at that time, have wanted to pull a prank on himself which would have led to him getting the Time-Turner <i>earlier?</i> So that the only <i>self-consistent</i> possibility was the one in which the Prank started before he even woke up in the morning...?</p>
<p>Harry found himself considering, for the first time in his life, that the answer to his question might be literally <i>inconceivable.</i> That since his own brain contained neurons that only ran forwards in time, there was <i>nothing</i> his brain could do, no operation it could perform, which was conjugate to the operation of a Time Turner.</p>
<p>Up until this point Harry had lived by the admonition of E. T. Jaynes that if you were ignorant about a phenomenon, that was a fact about your own state of mind, not a fact about the phenomenon itself; that your uncertainty was a fact about you, not a fact about whatever you were uncertain about; that ignorance existed in the mind, not in reality; that a blank map did not correspond to a blank territory. There were mysterious questions, but a mysterious answer was a contradiction in terms. A phenomenon could be mysterious <i>to</i> some particular person, but there could be no phenomena mysterious of themselves. To worship a sacred mystery was just to worship your own ignorance.</p>
<p>So Harry had looked upon magic and refused to be intimidated. People had no sense of history, they learned about chemistry and biology and astronomy and thought that these matters had always been the proper meat of science, that they had <i>never been</i> mysterious. The stars had once been mysteries. Lord Kelvin had once called the nature of life and biology - the response of muscles to human will and the generation of trees from seeds - a mystery "infinitely beyond" the reach of science. (Not just a little beyond, mind you, but <i>infinitely</i> beyond. Lord Kelvin certainly had felt a huge emotional charge from <i>not knowing something</i>.) Every mystery ever solved had been a puzzle from the dawn of the human species right up until someone solved it.</p>
<p>Now, for the first time, he was up against the prospect of a mystery that was threatening to be <i>permanent</i>. If Time didn't work by acyclic causal networks then Harry didn't understand what was meant by cause and effect; and if Harry didn't understand causes and effects then he didn't understand what sort of stuff reality might be made of instead; and it was entirely possible that his human mind never <i>could</i> understand, because his brain was made of <i>old-fashioned linear-time neurons,</i> and this had turned out to be an impoverished subset of reality.</p>
<p>On the plus side, the Comed-Tea, which had once seemed all-powerful and all-unbelievable, had turned out to have a much simpler explanation. Which he'd missed <i>merely</i> because the truth was completely outside his hypothesis space or anything that his brain had evolved to comprehend. But now he actually <i>had</i> figured it, probably. Which was sort of encouraging. Sort of.</p>
<p>Harry glanced down at his watch. It was nearly 11AM, he'd gotten to sleep last night at 1AM, so in the natural state of affairs he'd go to sleep tonight at 3AM. So to go to sleep at 10PM and wake up at 7AM, he should go back five hours total. Which meant that if he wanted to get back to his dorm at around 6AM, before anyone was awake, he'd better hurry up and...</p>
<p>Even in <i>retrospect</i> Harry didn't understand how he'd pulled off <i>half</i> the stuff involved in the Prank. Where had the <i>pie</i> come from?</p>
<p>Harry was starting to seriously fear time travel.</p>
<p>On the other hand, he had to admit that it <i>had</i> been an irreplaceable opportunity. A prank you could only pull on yourself once in a lifetime, within six hours of when you first found out about Time-Turners.</p>
<p>In fact that was even <i>more</i> puzzling, when Harry thought about it. Time had presented him with the finished Prank as a <i>fait accompli,</i> and yet it was, quite clearly, his own handiwork. Concept and execution and writing style. Every last part, even the ones he still didn't understand.</p>
<p>Well, time was a-wasting and there were at most thirty hours in a day. Harry did know <i>some</i> of what he had to do, and he might figure out the rest, like the pie, while he was working. There was no point putting it off. He couldn't exactly accomplish anything stuck here in the <i>future.</i></p>
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<p>Five hours earlier, Harry was sneaking into his dorm with his robes pulled up over his head as a thin sort of disguise, just in case someone was already up and about and saw him at the same time as Harry lying in his bed. He didn't want to have to explain to anyone about his little medical problem with Spontaneous Duplication.</p>
<p>Fortunately it seemed that everyone was still asleep.</p>
<p>And there also seemed to be a box, wrapped in red and green paper with a bright golden ribbon, lying next to his bed. The perfect, stereotypical image of a Christmas present, although it wasn't Christmas.</p>
<p>Harry crept in as softly as he could manage, just in case someone had their Quieter turned down low.</p>
<p>There was an envelope attached to the box, closed by plain clear wax without a seal impressed.</p>
<p>Harry carefully pried the envelope open, and took out the letter inside.</p>
<p>The letter said:</p>
<p><i>This is the Cloak of Invisibility of Ignotus Peverell, passed down through his descendants the Potters. Unlike lesser cloaks and spells it has the power to keep you <u>hidden</u>, not merely invisible. Your father lent it to me to study shortly before he died, and I confess that I have received much good use of it over the years.</i></p>
<p><i>In the future I shall have to get along with Disillusionment, I fear. It is time the Cloak was returned to you, its heir. I had thought to make this a Christmas present, but it wished to come back to your hand before then. It seems to expect you to have need of it. Use it well.</i></p>
<p><i>No doubt you are already thinking of all manner of wonderful pranks, as your father committed in his day. If his full misdeeds were known, every woman in Gryffindor would gather to desecrate his grave. I shall not try to stop history from repeating, but be MOST careful not to reveal yourself. If Dumbledore saw a chance to possess one of the Deathly Hallows, he would never let it escape his grasp until the day he died.</i></p>
<p><i>A Very Merry Christmas to you.</i></p>
<p>The note was unsigned.</p>
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<p>"Hold on," Harry said, pulling up short as the other boys were about to leave the Ravenclaw dorm. "Sorry, there's something else I've got to do with my trunk. I'll be along to breakfast in a couple of minutes."</p>
<p>Terry Boot scowled at Harry. "You'd better not be planning to go through any of our things."</p>
<p>Harry held up one hand. "I swear that I intend to do nothing of the sort to any of your things, that I only intend to access objects that I myself own, that I have no pranking or otherwise questionable intentions towards any of you, and that I do not anticipate those intentions changing before I get to breakfast in the Great Hall."</p>
<p>Terry frowned. "Wait, is that -"</p>
<p>"Don't worry," said Penelope Clearwater, who was there to guide them. "There were no loopholes. Well-worded, Potter, you should be a lawyer."</p>
<p>Harry Potter blinked at that. Ah, yes, Ravenclaw <i>prefect.</i> "Thank you," he said. "I think."</p>
<p>"When you try to find the Great Hall, you will get lost." Penelope stated this in the tones of a flat, unarguable fact. "As soon as you do, ask a portrait how to get to the first floor. Ask another portrait the <i>instant</i> you suspect you might be lost again. <i>Especially</i> if it seems like you're going up higher and higher. If you are higher than the whole castle ought to be, <i>stop</i> and wait for search parties. Otherwise we shall see you again four months later and you will be five months older and dressed in a loincloth and covered in snow and <i>that's if you stay inside the castle.</i>"</p>
<p>"Understood," said Harry, swallowing hard. "Um, shouldn't you tell students all that sort of stuff right away?"</p>
<p>Penelope sighed. "What, <i>all</i> of it? That would take weeks. You'll pick it up as you go along." She turned to go, followed by the other students. "If I don't see you at breakfast in thirty minutes, Potter, I'll start the search."</p>
<p>Once everyone was gone, Harry attached the note to his bed - he'd already written it and all the other notes, working in his cavern level before everyone else woke up. Then he carefully reached inside the Quietus field and pulled the Cloak of Invisibility off Harry-1's still-sleeping form.</p>
<p>And just for the sake of mischief, Harry put the Cloak into Harry-1's pouch, knowing it would thereby already be in his own.</p>
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<p>"I can see that the message is passed on to Cornelion Flubberwalt," said the painting of a man with aristocratic airs and, in fact, a perfectly normal nose. "But might I ask where it came from <i>originally?</i>"</p>
<p>Harry shrugged with artful helplessness. "I was told that it was spoken by a hollow voice that belled forth from a gap within the air itself, a gap that opened upon a fiery abyss."</p>
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<p>"Hey!" Hermione said in tones of indignation from her place on the other side of the breakfast table. "That's <i>everyone's</i> dessert! You can't just take one whole pie and put it in your pouch!"</p>
<p>"I'm not taking one pie, I'm taking two. Sorry everyone, gotta run now!" Harry ignored the cries of outrage and left the Great Hall. He needed to arrive at Herbology class a little early.</p>
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<p>Professor Sprout eyed him sharply. "And how do <i>you</i> know what the Slytherins are planning?"</p>
<p>"I can't name my source," Harry said. "In fact I have to ask you to pretend that this conversation never happened. Just act like you happened across them naturally while you were on an errand, or something. I'll run on ahead as soon as Herbology gets out. I think I can distract the Slytherins until you get there. I'm not easy to scare or bully, and I don't think they'll dare to seriously hurt the Boy-Who-Lived. Though... I'm not asking you to run in the hallways, but I would appreciate it if you didn't dawdle along the way."</p>
<p>Professor Sprout looked at him for a long moment, then her expression softened. "Please be careful with yourself, Harry Potter. And... thank you."</p>
<p>"Just be sure not to be late," Harry said. "And remember, when you get there, you weren't expecting to see me and this conversation never happened."</p>
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<p>It was horrible, watching himself yank Neville out of the circle of Slytherins. Neville had been right, he'd used too much force, way too much force.</p>
<p>"Hello," Harry Potter said coldly. "I'm the Boy-Who-Lived."</p>
<p>Eight first-year boys, mostly the same height. One of them had a scar on his forehead and he wasn't acting like the others.</p>
<p><i>Oh wad some power the giftie gie us<br/>
To see oursel's as others see us!<br/>
It wad frae monie a blunder free us,<br/>
And foolish notion -</i></p>
<p>Professor McGonagall was right. The Sorting Hat was right. It was clear once you saw it from the outside.</p>
<p>There was something wrong with Harry Potter.</p>
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