For the past month, Harry found himself increasingly reliant on his "Magic Mirror" ability. Every day, without fail, he asked the mirror for the current location of Voldemort’s wraith. The answer was always the same: the Albanian forest. It was a small comfort, but it gave Harry time to prepare.

  But, tracking him wasn't the only thing that occupied his time. Harry had used his free time during the past month to solve a problem that had been nagging him for weeks: the unpredictability of his ability manifestations.

  The incident that had cemented his resolve had occurred shortly after Halloween. While brainstorming ways to destroy Horcruxes, a new ability had manifested—one so dangerous it had left him shaken.

  The ability was called "Eclipse of Causality", and its description was as terrifying as its name: "Completely erase someone or something from existence, including all traces of its causality." Curiosity got the better of him, and he decided to test the ability on a broken quill he no longer needed. The quill vanished instantly, but the real shock came moments later.

  Harry’s "Matryoshka Mind" ability, which allowed him to process information in a highly organized and logical way, flagged a strange inconsistency. He had a vague memory of doing homework with the quill which seemed to be fading and being replaced by reading about advanced spell books, until no memory of him doing homework remained. It terrified him. The fear of losing control over his own memories triggered another ability: "Absolute Mind: Your body may rot, but your mind stays eternal, neither touched by time nor causality”

  The "Eclipse of Causality" ability hadn’t just erased the quill—it had erased all traces of its existence, including the homework he’d done with it. The memory discrepancy was a side effect of the quill’s causality being wiped from reality.

  The realization left Harry deeply unsettled. The ability was too dangerous, too unpredictable. He had vowed never to use it again, no matter how dire the situation.

  That near-disaster cemented Harry’s determination to take control of his ability manifestations. He couldn’t afford to let his powers spiral out of control. It was his biggest scaffolding.

  With that resolve, he began analyzing how his abilities emerged. A pattern quickly became clear—they manifested when he faced a pressing need or when his emotions surged beyond his normal limits. More importantly, he discovered that while he couldn’t fully dictate what abilities appeared, he could influence their effects to some extent. If he could categorize his problems, deeply consider the powers required to solve them, and focus on the desired outcomes, perhaps he could guide the process rather than be at its mercy.

  Over the past month, his theory had been put to the test through relentless experimentation. Some abilities overlapped with existing ones, while others were either too niche to be useful or so dangerous that he swore never to use them. Yet, with each trial and error, he refined his approach. His "Matryoshka Mind" ability became instrumental, helping him catalog and structure his thoughts, allowing him to engage with each new manifestation with a sharper sense of purpose.

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  As he sat in the Room of Requirement, surrounded by notes and diagrams, Harry felt a flicker of hope as he reviewed the latest addition to his growing list of abilities.

  "The Knot of Undoing: Everything in your perception is bound by a knot—untie it, and it ceases to exist."

  This was the closest he had come to what he envisioned when he first sought a way to destroy the Horcruxes. It didn’t rewrite history or alter causality—it simply erased something from existence. The sheer power of it sent a shiver down his spine, but he made a firm vow: this ability would be used for one purpose only—to rid the world of Voldemort’s Horcruxes.

  For the first time in weeks, he felt like he was making real progress, like he finally had some control. But reality, as always, had other plans.

  The next day, a discovery shattered his sense of order, throwing his carefully laid strategies into chaos. A single revelation changed everything.

  Since acquiring Matryoshka Mind, Harry had made a habit of passively keeping his “Look at Me, I See You ability” active. He didn’t meticulously examine every name that surfaced each day, but he did periodically scan the list, cataloging people based on their intentions. It was during one of these routine checks that a name caught his eye—one he didn’t recognize.

  Peter Pettigrew.

  Harry frowned. He knew the names of every student and staff member at Hogwarts, yet this one was entirely unfamiliar. Intrigued, he turned to his “Magic Mirror” for answer.

  What he found made his blood run cold.

  Peter Pettigrew, the man who had betrayed his parents to Voldemort, was alive. Worse—he had been living in Gryffindor Tower all along, curled up in Ron’s dormitory, disguised as Scabbers, Ron’s pet rat.

  The implications hit like a Bludger to the chest. Sirius Black—his godfather—had been rotting in Azkaban for a crime he didn’t commit, while the real traitor had been hiding in plain sight for years.

  Harry clenched his fists, his entire body thrumming with anger. The weight of injustice pressed down on him. Pettigrew had stolen so much from him. His parents. His godfather. Twelve years of truth.

  Harry wanted to scream the truth from the rooftops, but he knew he couldn’t. Revealing what he knew would raise too many questions—questions about how he’d uncovered the truth and about the nature of his abilities. It was a risk he couldn’t afford to take.

  Overwhelmed, Harry found himself wishing for someone—or something—to guide him through this mess. The deep desire stirred his power to manifest abilities, and he quickly focused his thoughts, as he’d practiced over the past month. He concentrated on the idea of a guide—a manual that could provide step-by-step instructions to help him navigate the complexities of his situation. He envisioned it clearly, down to the last detail.

  As his thoughts crystallized, a soft chime echoed in his mind.

  The new ability took shape, its name and purpose clear: "The Weaver’s Map—reveals the most efficient path to a goal, highlighting the optimal decisions and actions needed to achieve it."

  Harry’s heart raced as he activated the ability. In his mind’s eye, a map unfolded, its lines and symbols shifting and rearranging themselves to form a clear path forward.

  For the first time in weeks, Harry felt a sense of clarity. The "Weaver’s Map" wasn’t just a tool—it was a lifeline. It gave him a way to navigate the tangled web of lies and injustice that had ensnared him. With this new ability, he could finally take control of the situation.

  Harry’s mind raced as he reviewed the steps laid out by "The Weaver’s Map". The plan was meticulous, each action timed to perfection to ensure maximum impact while keeping his involvement completely hidden. He knew this was his best chance to expose the truth, clear Sirius’s name, and bring Pettigrew to justice—all without revealing his abilities or drawing unwanted attention to himself.