Summer vacation was wonderful for children. They ignored the scorching sun and played on the lawn by the roadside. Whenever someone passed by, they would look at them with a nostalgic smile, as if they were reminiscing about their childhood.
In front of the house at number four, Privet Drive, a handsome young man with a suitcase was pressing the doorbell, nodding and smiling politely at the curious neighbors.
The door was opened with a whoosh. A thick arm stretched out and pulled the young man and the suitcase in.”The door was slammed shut.
Harry looked at Uncle Vernon's grimaced face, bent slightly, and said,"Uncle," then looked at Aunt Petunia and Dudley behind him and nodded at them.”
Uncle Vernon was panting and looking at him viciously, and as Harry waited for him to snatch his suitcase and throw it into the cupboard, he actually waved his hand and growled in suppressed fury,"Go back to your room."
Harry raised an eyebrow and looked at him in surprise.”
Back in his room on the second floor, Harry stuffed his suitcase under his bed.
There was no need to keep books or anything like that in the bracelet. Had Mr. Dursley begun to accept the Wizarding world?
Shaking his head, Harry himself felt that this idea was too unreliable.
A snow-white owl flew in through the window, landed on his shoulder, and pecked his ear. Harry gave it a candy and let it fly out to play.
After cleaning the room, he saw that it was almost noon. He walked downstairs quietly and went to the kitchen to pick up the pan.
"Put it down." Aunt Petunia screamed and appeared behind him so quickly that Harry thought she was Disapparating.
She snatched the pot from him, her expression odd as if she had swallowed a fly." I'll do it."”
"Go back to your room, and don't come out."”
Harry blinked inexplicably at the look of disgust mixed with fear in her eyes and obediently went upstairs.
What a strange reaction. What were they worried about?
Harry was sitting in front of an old desk, writing his essay on the history of magic,'The Burning of Witches in the Fourteenth Century Was Completely Meaningless', and writing quickly as he thought about what had just happened. Last summer he had stayed for two weeks before leaving, and Aunt Petunia had left him with all the housework, leaving him no time to do his homework. It seemed like something had happened after he left.
The corners of his mouth curled up as he recalled the time when Wood and the others were angry and wanted to get justice for him. Harry rubbed his forehead helplessly and began to regret his impulsiveness.
Those guys weren't really here to threaten the Dursleys, were they?
Speaking of which, they were quite unlucky. They hated all abnormal things, but they had to take in a wizard's child. After so many years, who knew how many times they had been afraid. They had not sent Harry to an orphanage, but had kept him at home for more than ten years, which was already very good.
Harry dropped his eyes and smiled faintly. He dismissed the idea of staying and teasing Aunt Marge and decided to visit Neville's house as soon as the fortnight was over.
The days that followed were uneventful. The Dursleys treated him like air and never spoke to him again. He didn't care much and stayed in his room quietly. He only went downstairs when it was time to eat. Every night he dreamed of James and Lily, as if memories of his first year were slowly being revealed to him through dreams. Harry felt a little uneasy and sad. The blue shadow suggested that he continue to practice at night. He didn't need sleep anyway, but every time it was dark, he would unconsciously crawl into bed and indulge in beautiful dreams.
Ron was delighted to tell Harry that his father had won the Daily Prophet's annual prize, that they had gone to Romania to visit Charlie, and that they were not going to return until school started. The black-and-white photograph in the newspaper showed the Weasleys waving at him in front of Byrne Castle, and Scabbers standing on Ron's shoulder, looking rather listless. Harry breathed a sigh of relief. At least the Galleon Prize had not been swept away by his butterfly wings. Otherwise, he would have had to think of other ways to provoke the Godfather to escape.
A few days later, Harry heard a piece of news blaring from the living room television at dinner about a fugitive.
"... the public must be aware that Black is armed and extremely dangerous. A special hot line has been set up, and anyone who knows where Black is must report immediately... The Minister of Agriculture and Fishing will announce today..."
"Continue!" Uncle Vernon bellowed at the television."Where the hell did that lunatic escape from? What's the use? The madman might be coming to this street!”
Harry finished his plate in silence and got up to leave the table.
" Boy," Uncle Vernon's eyes were still fixed on the television." Marge will be here soon. We need to talk things through first.”
"Aunt Marge is coming?" Harry stared at him.
What kind of joke was this? Why did that guy come early? He was prepared to leave tomorrow.
Was this the fate of the protagonist?
Harry was momentarily speechless.
Uncle Vernon snorted, still not looking at him.”
"Yes."
"Secondly, Margie doesn't know about your abnormal behavior yet, so you have to behave yourself while she's living here, understand?”said Uncle Vernon, looking around at last with disgust.
Harry nodded obediently with an "I understand."
Uncle Vernon looked at him angrily."If she finds out anything's wrong, I'm not going to let you go back to school, not even if your weird classmates or that creepy professor come to our house again, do you understand?”
Harry paused, resisting the urge to ask.”
"And," said Uncle Vernon, his little eyes narrowing,"we've told her you went to St. Bruce's Central Security School for Young Offenders, and you'll have to keep that up.”
"Yes."
Harry's mind, still in shock, responded absentmindedly.
Was it Snape that Uncle Vernon was talking about? Had he come to warn the Dursleys?
Merlin…
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"…If there's something in your bones, then no one can do anything about it…"
Aunt Petunia's steak was quite good, though a little bland.
"…If there's something wrong with the female dog, there must be something wrong with the puppy…"
Those troublemakers were organized by George and Fred, right? It had been more than a year, yet no one had told him. Could this be the legendary saying of " doing good without letting others know "?
"... You're so despicable and selfish, smaller than a normal person..."
Speaking of which, Snape actually came to find trouble for him. It seemed that he really loved Lily.
"... Born in the best family, but ran away with a good-for-nothing..."
In the Ministry of Magic's decree restricting the use of magic by underage people, was there a rule that exempted them from the responsibility of accidentally losing control of their magic power due to stimulation?
"... Worthless, useless, lazy beggar..."
The image of James and Lily's gentle and loving smiles made Harry's heart ache. He took a deep breath and stood up, his fists clenched.
Aunt Marge's eyes glittered maliciously at his reaction and she spoke louder."And they've left you a burden, a burden to-"
There was a sudden pause, and Harry narrowed his eyes in delight.
He went back to his room, took his suitcase downstairs, and walked around the panic-stricken Dursleys to the door.
"Come back and settle things!"
Turning to look coldly at Uncle Vernon, whose veins were bulging, Harry's voice was extremely cold." Someone will solve it. I'll see you next summer.”
He opened the door to the cold street and dragged his suitcase forward quickly. Hedwig hovered over his head as if she knew he was in a bad mood and whispered in his ear from time to time.
After walking for some time, he arrived at a quiet park. The silver moonlight shone on the branches and leaves, casting mottled shadows. Harry was sitting on a neat bench, holding Hedwig in his arms, a faint smile on his lips, his eyes tired and distant.
Since when did he lose his cool as a bystander?
Before the holidays, he did plan to take revenge on those people. At that time, he thought it was quite interesting. But when the woman had insulted James and Lily in front of him, he had trembled with rage, wishing he could kill her on the spot.
Releasing Hedwig, Harry took out the exquisite album and flipped through it with a trembling hand.
... James kissed Lily quickly as he pressed the shutter, only to be met with an angry fist... Harry staggered onto his broom, James supporting him with a smug look on his face... Lupin scrambled to hold Harry, James and Sirius snickering... Sirius and James were fighting with toy wands. Little Harry's face was covered in colorful bubbles…Those warm smiles were happy under the cold moonlight, and they were so happy that they were a little cruel. They had all existed before, but now, they could only appear in dreams.
That's what I've always wanted. Give it back to me, okay?
Whether it's the gods, Merlin, or God, I'm willing to give up everything in exchange for that kind of life, even if it's just for one day, is that okay?
Who can help me?
Harry huddled up on the bench, unable to suppress his sadness and helplessness, and began to sob softly as he hugged the album.
He felt a black dog approaching him quietly. It jumped onto the bench and sat beside him, not knowing what to do. He choked and raised his head to wipe his tears. When he saw the black dog's skinny figure and gentle eyes, he could not help but hug it and cry.
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