HP Parallel World

(I'm not feeling well, so I'll go to bed first and get up in the morning to make up for it.) Harry lay straight on the bed, breathing heavily, as if he had been running just now. He woke up from a very vivid dream, holding his hands tightly

Pressing it on his face. Under his fingers, the lightning-shaped scar was burning and painful, as if someone had just pressed a white-hot metal wire against his skin.

He sat up, covering the scar with one hand, and fumbled with the other hand in the darkness to get the glasses on the bedside table. He put on the glasses, and the scenery in the bedroom slowly became clearer, and the light of the street lamp outside the window came through.

The curtains cast a hazy orange-red soft light into the bedroom.

Harry touched the scar with his fingers again, but it still hurt a lot. He turned on the desk lamp next to him, got out of bed, walked across the room, opened the closet, and looked at the mirror on the inside of the closet door. In the mirror was a thin fourteen-year-old boy.

Looking at him, beneath the messy black hair were a pair of green eyes full of confusion. Harry looked more carefully at the scar on his forehead in the mirror, and couldn't see anything unusual, but it still hurt terribly.

Harry tried his best to recall the scene in his dream. Everything was so vivid... There were two people he knew, and one he didn't know... He frowned, concentrated his thoughts, and tried his best to remember.

...

A dim room vaguely appeared before his eyes...A snake was lying on the carpet in front of the fireplace...A small man named Peter, nicknamed Wormtail...

..There was also a cold, sharp voice... That was Voldemort's voice. When Harry thought of this guy, he felt as if a piece of ice had slipped into his stomach...

He closed his eyes tightly and tried his best to recall Voldemort's appearance, but he couldn't... Harry only knew that when Voldemort's chair turned around, when he - Harry - saw the person sitting in it.

At that moment, he felt a huge wave of fear and woke up suddenly... Maybe it was because his scar suddenly felt severe pain?

Also, who was that old man? There must have been an old man at that time. Harry saw him fall to the ground. Alas, it was getting more and more confusing. Harry buried his face in his hands to prevent himself from seeing the scenery in the bedroom, trying his best to immerse himself in it.

In that dimly lit room, however, it was like trying to hold water with both hands. The harder he tried to grasp the details, the faster they slipped through his fingers...

.Voldemort and Wormtail just talked about killing a person, but Harry couldn't remember the name... They were also planning to kill another person... that was him!

Harry lifted his face from his hands, opened his eyes, and stared around the bedroom, as if he expected to see something unusual. Indeed, the room was filled with a lot of unusual things. Beside the foot of his bed

There was a large wooden box, open, revealing a cauldron, a broomstick, black robes and various spell books, which Harry read before going to bed last night. The pictures in the book were all moving.

Stop, a young man wearing a bright orange-red robe is riding on a broomstick, flying around, throwing a red ball to each other.

Harry walked over, picked up the book, and watched a wizard throw the ball into the fifty-foot-high ring, winning a point very beautifully. Then, Harry slammed the book shut again. Quidditch

The odd game, in Harry's opinion, is the most exciting sport in the world, but it can't attract his attention at the moment. He put the book called "Flying with the Cannon" on the bedside table and walked to the window.

In front of me, I opened the curtains and looked at the street below.

Privet Drive looked exactly like what a respectable suburban street should look like on a Sunday morning. The curtains on both sides of the street were tightly drawn. Harry looked over in the darkness and couldn't see a living thing, not even a single thing.

There was no sign of a kitten.

However... However... Harry returned to the bed uneasily, sat down, and stretched out a finger to touch his scar. What bothered him was not the pain of the scar,

Harry was accustomed to pain and injuries. Once, all the bones in his right arm were gone, and then they all grew back overnight. It was really painful. Shortly after that, the same arm

, and was stabbed by a foot-long fang. Just last year, Harry fell from a flying broom while flying fifty feet in the air. For him, strange accidents and injuries

Pain is a common occurrence. Now that you have entered Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and are good at causing trouble, there is absolutely no way to avoid these accidents and injuries.

The last attack of pain was because Voldemort was nearby, and it was this that made Harry uneasy... Voldemort couldn't be here at the moment... Could Voldemort be lurking in Privet Drive? This idea

It's so ridiculous, absolutely impossible...

Harry listened intently in the silence. Could he have heard the creaking sound on the stairs, or the rustle of the cloak dragging on the floor? Suddenly, he was slightly startled. He heard his cousin Dudley

There was a scary snoring sound in the next room.

Harry slowly gathered up his courage. He was so stupid. The only people living with him in the whole house were Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia and Dudley. They were all obviously sleeping soundly, dreaming happily, and were not disturbed.

any interference.

Harry loved nothing more than when the Dursleys were asleep. Not that they were of any help to him when he was awake. Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia and Dudley were Harry's only living relatives. They all

They are Muggles who hate and despise magic in any form, which means that Harry is as unwelcome as mold in their home. In the past three years, Harry has been attending Hogwarts and has been away from home for a long time.

In order to eliminate other people's doubts, they always explained that Harry went to St. Bruce's Correctional Facility, which specializes in incorrigible juvenile delinquents. They knew clearly that Harry, as an underage wizard, was not allowed to be used outside of Hogwarts.

Magical, but whenever something goes wrong at home, they always blame him. Harry has never been able to confide in them, nor can he tell them the details of his life in the wizarding world. Think about it.

Wouldn't it be ridiculous to think that when they woke up, he would tell them that he was having an attack of pain from his scar and that he was worried that Voldemort was lurking nearby!

Basically, it was because of Voldemort that Harry came here to live with the Deli family. Without Voldemort, Harry would not have the lightning-shaped scar on his forehead. Without Voldemort, Harry's parents would

Will still be alive...

One night when Harry was just one year old, Voldemort, the most powerful dark wizard in a hundred years, the great wizard who had spent eleven years expanding his sphere of influence, broke into Harry's house and killed him.

Harry's parents were killed. Then, Voldemort pointed his wand at Harry and recited a spell - as Voldemort's power continued to grow, this spell had killed many adult wizards and witches. However, that night

, but it failed inexplicably. The spell did not kill the little boy, but rebounded on Voldemort. Harry was safe and sound, except for a lightning-shaped scar on his forehead, while Voldemort was reduced to a half-dead state.

.His magic was completely ruined and his life was dying. Voldemort escaped. The fear that had shrouded the mysterious magical world for a long time was eliminated. Voldemort's followers scattered, and Harry Potter became famous overnight.

When Harry was eleven years old, he suddenly discovered that he was a wizard. He was really surprised at that time. Then he discovered that in the mysterious magical world, everyone knew his name, which made him feel even more confused.

At a loss. After Harry arrived at Hogwarts, no matter where he went, he would find that people turned to look at him and discussed him in low voices. However, he was now accustomed to all this: after this summer, he

In his fourth year at Hogwarts, Harry couldn't wait to return to the castle.

But there were still two full weeks before school started. He looked helplessly at his bedroom again, and his eyes fell on two birthday cards, which were sent to him by his two best friends at the end of July. If Ha

Lee wrote to them and told them that his scar hurt. What would they say?

Immediately, his mind seemed to be filled with Hermione Granger's voice: whooshing and fussing.

"Your scar hurts? Harry, that's not an ordinary thing... Write and tell Dumbledore quickly! I'll look up "Common Magical Ailments"... Maybe it will be discussed in the book

To the cursed scar..."

Yes, Hermione would definitely suggest this: go find the headmaster of Hogwarts quickly and look for the answer in a book. Harry stared at the heavy dark blue night sky outside the window. Can books help him now? He felt

Doubtful. As far as he knew, he was the only person who survived a spell like Voldemort's. Therefore, it was impossible for him to see his symptoms listed in "Common Magical Sicknesses". So should he tell the headmaster? But haha

Harry had no idea where Dumbledore went during the summer vacation. Harry fantasized about Dumbledore with a silver beard: wearing long wizard robes and a pointed hat, lying on a beach somewhere,

Applying sunscreen on his long aquiline nose. But Harry knew that even if Dumbledore went to the ends of the earth, Hedwig would still be able to find him. Harry's owl has great powers, and there has never been anything it couldn't deliver.

It doesn't matter if the letter doesn't have an address. The question is how to write this letter?

Dear Professor Dumbledore, I'm sorry to bother you, but my scar is hurting this morning.

Yours faithfully Harry Potter

It's so ridiculous, even thinking about it in your mind is ridiculous, let alone writing it down.

Then, he tried to imagine the reaction of his other best friend, Ron Weasley. Immediately, Ron's red hair and freckled face with a long nose appeared in front of Harry's eyes.

With a dazed and confused expression.

"Your scar hurts? But...but it's impossible for the mysterious man to approach you now, right? I mean...you know, right? Maybe he will come again

Is it hurting you? I don't know, Harry, maybe the curse scar always hurts a little... I'll ask my dad..."

Mr. Weasley was a fully qualified wizard, working in the Department for the Misuse of Muggle Artefacts at the Ministry of Magic, but as far as Harry knew, he was not an expert on spells. And, in any case, Harry did not want Weasley to

The Slys all knew that he, Harry, panicked at a moment's pain. Mrs. Weasley fussed even more than Hermione did, and so did Fred and George, Ron's sixteen-year-old twin brothers.

They will definitely think that Harry has become a coward. In this world, the Weasleys are Harry's favorite family. He really wishes they invited him to stay for a while (Ron once mentioned the Quidditch World Cup

Cy), he didn't want to have everyone nervously asking him how his scar was when he was living in Weasley's gallbladder. That would be too disappointing.

Harry rubbed the scar with his knuckles. In fact, what he really needed (and it was somewhat embarrassing for him to admit this to himself) was someone - someone like a parent: an adult wizard who Harry could

Ask him for advice without feeling stupid, that person should care about him and know how to deal with black magic...

Slowly, the answer came to his mind. It was so simple, so obvious that he couldn't believe that he had thought about it for so long - that person was Sirius!

Harry jumped up from the bed, hurried across the room, and sat down at the table. He took a piece of parchment, dipped his eagle feather quill pen in ink, wrote Dear Sirius, and then stopped. He

He didn't know what words to use to express the problem he was facing. He was still wondering in his mind, why didn't he think of Sirius just now? Then he figured it out - after all, he only found out that Sirius was his two months ago.

Godfather.

So, why didn't Sirius appear in Harry's life before that? The reason is very simple - Sirius was imprisoned in Azkaban, the terrifying wizard prison, and the guards were some people called soul-catchers.

Weird guys. They have no eyesight and are devils who specialize in sucking other people's souls. After Sirius escaped, they came to Hogwarts to search for him. In fact, Sirius was innocent - he directed the murders he committed.

In fact, the real murderer was Voldemort's follower Wormtail, and almost everyone thought Wormtail was dead. However, Harry, Ron and Hermione knew that he was still alive. Just last year, they came face to face with Wormtail

They have been in contact with each other, but only Professor Dumbledore believes what they say.

At that time, Harry was really happy that hour. He thought that he was finally leaving the Dursleys, because when Sirius cleared up his reputation, he would give Harry a home. However, this opportunity was taken away——

They let Wormtail escape before they could bring him to the Ministry of Magic, and Sirius had to flee for his life. Harry helped him escape on the hippogriff named Buckbeak, and since then

, Sirius has been on the run. If Wormtail had not escaped, what a wonderful home Harry would have had. This thought had been lingering in him all summer. Harry knew that he was almost free of the Dursleys forever.

, but now I have to go back to them. It feels really uncomfortable.