Saving Mrs. Longbottom

If he had a choice, Jon might not have chosen this kind of life.

But reality offered no choices.

There was nothing he could do about becoming what he was now. If he did not do it, no one else would. Things would develop according to the predetermined course he knew, perhaps toward an ending even worse than that one.

A very, very long time ago, he had promised himself that he would not interfere with the plot's development. Now that things had reached this point, he had indeed kept that promise.

He had not interfered with the plot. He had merely added a few reasonable things beyond it, allowing those people whose deaths he found regrettable to live again.

If Joanne were to write a biography of Harry Potter now, its contents would surely be little different from the one Jon had read.

The Savior was still saving his world, while in the unseen darkness, a group of people quietly did things that could not be known by others.

Jon had once worried that Voldemort might learn of these matters. After all, once certain things grew large enough, they could no longer be hidden. Later, though, he realized he had worried too much. Voldemort did not seem like someone with a particularly sharp mind. What he did... how should he put it? It seemed that after his soul had been split apart, his way of thinking had gradually become simpler as well.

So Jon no longer worried that Voldemort would have the energy to sabotage him.

After getting to know him properly, one would realize that Voldemort was not someone who deliberately went out of his way to cause trouble for others. He did not care much about what the people under him did. Even though they committed evil