Hogwarts Homecoming

The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on every street in the city, and white doves representing hope and peace hovered above the clock tower of this ancient city.

On the sparkling riverside, young people who had just finished work gathered in groups of two or three, with smiles on their faces, discussing the interesting things that happened in the day that was about to pass.

The Muggles did not realize that the city they lived in had once stood on the brink of destruction today.

Harry opened his eyes and stared at the irregular circles of light scattered by the red sunlight on the clean glass.

After a long time, he realized that he was in Grimmauld Place, in his and Ron's bedroom.

But shouldn't he be in St. Mungo's Hospital for Magic and Wizardry?

They should have sent him to St. Mungo's, because he fainted on the battlefield. Logically, they should have sent him for a check-up.

Unless——

The tightly covered blanket made Harry feel stuffy. He twisted his body, pulled his stiff hands out of the blanket with difficulty, and supported himself to sit up.

The house was very quiet, and there was no one else in the bedroom except him.

Ron and the others should still be accompanying Mr. Weasley at St. Mungo's, after all, he was so seriously injured.

Harry was not in a hurry to get out of bed.

Having faced the cruelty of war and going to the battlefield in person, he enjoyed the peaceful world in front of him.

Harry's eyes fell on the wand on the bedside table, and he shrank his shoulders strangely.

But after hesitating, he slowly reached out and picked up the wand that was a little warm from the sun and accompanied him through the four years. There was only one day left.

Touching the smooth shaft of the holly wand, feeling the joy from the shaft, as if meeting the closest friends, Harry's lips moved, but he remained silent.

His mind flashed, when he knelt in the rice field, holding the wand and scattering golden red light at Voldemort in the air, he glimpsed the surprised faces of the people in the Order of the Phoenix around him, and Harry shook his head slightly.

Perhaps he was the only one in the world who knew that he did not do it on his own initiative.

At that moment, the burning pain of his scar was still affecting him, but the wand suddenly stuck to his hand and dragged his arm to cast a spell on Voldemort.

Harry looked at the wand that had been with him day and night, his most trusted comrade-in-arms, and suddenly felt a sense of strangeness in his heart.

How did that phenomenon happen?

A melancholy sigh sounded in the lonely room.

From Voldemort's terrified roar, Harry understood that the owner of his wand brother probably didn't understand what was going on.

Perhaps only Professor Dumbledore and Professor Brain knew something.

They wouldn't tell him.

Although he hadn't tried to ask, Harry was sure.

After adapting for a while, Harry finally rejuvenated his stiff legs and feet.

He got out of bed reluctantly, put on his slippers, and opened the door and left the bedroom with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

There was no one upstairs, and Harry easily judged this.

He held the decayed stair handles under the erosion of time and slowly went downstairs.

When he stood in the long porch on the first floor, he could hear the sound of people talking in the basement kitchen behind the door.

Many familiar voices came into his ears, making Harry, who had a wooden face, feel a little warm in his heart.

Sirius was fine, Remus and Hagrid were fine, but how about the other people in the Order of the Phoenix?

The urgency in his heart made Harry's body further regain strength, and his hand climbed up the cold door handle.

Click!

The moment Harry turned the door handle, the noisy world behind the wooden door seemed to have been mute, and all the sounds disappeared.

There were many people in the kitchen. Of course, this might also be because Hagrid's size took up too much space, but he was indeed surprised and confused that Mrs. Weasley and his children were here.

"Harry!"

A scream of surprise made many people in the kitchen look painful.

Before Harry could get rid of the "heavy injury" caused by the scream to his eardrum, Hermione had already stepped up the stairs from the long table and hugged his neck tightly.

Cough cough

Harry coughed weakly twice,

"I'm suffocating, Hermione, can you? I think you should know that after strict training, your strength may be much greater than that of ordinary girls."

Bang!

And then, Hermione suddenly pushed Harry away and punched him in the face,

"You bastard!"

This punch was really heavy, Harry grimaced in pain, and the corners of his mouth turned purple!

But Harry didn't get angry, he knew why he was beaten, just looked at the angry Hermione with an apologetic face.

"Well beaten, Hermione."

Down the stairs, the Weasley children in the kitchen were all silent and looked at Hermione, fearing that they would be affected, and even Hagrid took a few breaths of cold air.

But a voice suddenly said this, and Harry immediately looked down and saw Sirius coming out from behind Hagrid, looking up at him.

"Sirius"

Sirius's upper body was not wearing any clothes, but was wrapped in a layer of white gauze. It looked very serious, but since St. Mungo's allowed Sirius to be discharged, there was no need to worry too much.

Harry stopped talking before he cried out in surprise.

It was not because of Sirius's injury, but because of the calm face and disappointment in Sirius' eyes when he looked at him.

"go"

Hermione gave Harry a gentle push as she stepped away from him, while everyone else in the kitchen below also remained silent.

Harry came to Sirius completely unconsciously.

He lowered his head and stared at his toes, not wanting or daring to touch Sirius' disappointed eyes.

"I think--"

Sirius looked over Harry's head with a stern look on his face,

"You are not optimistic that I will be grateful to you for rushing to the battlefield to save me, or that I will be proud of you for driving away Voldemort, right?"

"Sirius--"

Remus, who was beside Mrs. Weasley, came over to smooth things over.

"But in fact, Harry ventured to the battlefield because he was worried about you, and it was indeed him who drove away Voldemort."

Remus paused and looked at Harry slightly suspiciously.

"I must say, Harry, that last blow you gave Voldemort was beyond the imagination of many.

Ron and Hermione told us that you've never shown that kind of power before. So, are you hiding it, like Amosta did in school? "

"It was just an accident--"

Harry blurted out.

He knew that someone would definitely ask this question, and he had to explain it clearly to avoid misunderstandings about him.

"That was not my intention-"

Harry said, pulling out his wand and showing it to everyone,

"At that time, it was the one who took control of me and cast that curse on Voldemort."

The wand controls the wizard to fire spells?

Everyone looked at each other, not very accepting of this statement.

"Is it possible that you have always had this power hidden in your body, but it wasn't until today that you were stimulated by a mysterious person?"

Ron asked cautiously,

"You lived with me for four years, Ron—"

The way Ron looked at him was a bit like the awe he had felt when he knew he was Harry Potter when they first met on the Hogwarts Express four years ago.

And this look made Harry feel a little uncomfortable, so he said impatiently

"You know what I'm capable of, Ron."

Ron raised his eyebrows and actually began to recall carefully.

Sirius and Remus exchanged a look.

The power hidden in Harry is too mysterious, and the secret connection between him and Voldemort is too profound. I am afraid that only wizards like Dumbledore and Amostar can give a reasonable explanation.

"All right--"

Remus nodded.

"I suppose you wouldn't mind if I relayed what you told us to Albus and Amosta?"

Distracted by this question, the atmosphere in the kitchen subtly relaxed a little, but Sirius still looked at Harry coldly,

"I think you should give me an explanation, Harry, what made you make such a reckless and irresponsible decision and rush to the battlefield rashly?"

Hagrid's fluffy beard moved. He was obviously frightened when he suddenly saw Harry on the battlefield today.

And threatened to let that Sirius beat him up.

However, when it came to the moment of 'liquidation', he couldn't bear it anymore.

"Sirius."

Hagrid opened his mouth.

"Let him speak for himself, Hagrid."

Sirius gave Hagrid no chance to intercede.

The kitchen was so quiet that one could hear needles dropping. Everyone looked at Harry who was facing Sirius's wrath, and felt worried for him.

"I can't always lose on this day"

Harry blew his nose hard, raised his head, his green eyes were wet,

"Fourteen years ago today, I lost my parents. I don't want to lose you again today, Sirius." (End of Chapter)