I, Hogwarts Second Week

"These are letters and photos about your mother and father. During that difficult time, Sirius was busy with the Order of the Phoenix, so many of the letters and photos were lost. After so many years, only a part of them have been found now." Roy explained on the side, "Some were collected by Mr. Dumbledore and rescued from your home, the old house in Godric's Hollow. You should know that there was a big fire that day. So there are not many things left."

"This is a coming-of-age gift for you, Harry." Roy patted Harry's head and said sadly. "Congratulations, you are seventeen years old. Happy birthday."

Roy was sad because she saw the shadow of her sister, Owen's mother, in Harry.

Compared to Lily Evans.

Gabriel's fate was even more tragic. She died on the night Owen was born. The house she stayed in was also a Muggle house that she broke into casually. There was no relic left at all.

Even the photos-she didn't leave many. The only few were taken in a hurry during the days of escape.

Used a Muggle camera.

So much so that now, she can no longer remember what her sister looks like when she walks.

"Thank you--" Harry looked through the photo album in front of him carefully as if he had found a treasure.

Roy did not speak again, but looked at him calmly.

On the other side, the Dursleys finally moved all their things into the car.

Vernon stood at the street entrance, looking at Harry, watching him holding a "book" and reading seriously, not caring about them at all, and a trace of resentment suddenly surged in his heart.

Then, he said loudly: "Humph-goodbye, kid."

"Are you ready, Dada?" Aunt Petunia asked in front of the door, while asking her son, while checking the buckle of her handbag for no reason, but her eyes were always looking in Harry's direction-actually more of the photo album in his hand.

Dudley did not answer, he stood there with his mouth slightly open.

"Let's go." Uncle Vernon shouted in front of the car.

He had already opened the car door when he heard Dudley mutter, "I don't understand."

"What's there to not understand, baby?" Aunt Petunia looked away in panic and asked her son.

Dudley raised a fat hand like a ham and pointed at Harry.

"Why doesn't he come with us?"

Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia stood there in front of the street, staring at Dudley blankly, as if Dudley had just expressed his desire to be a ballerina.

"What?" Uncle Vernon asked loudly.

"Why doesn't he come with us?" Dudley asked.

"Oh, he-he doesn't want to go." Uncle Vernon said, then turned and glared at Harry standing in front of the door and asked, "You don't want to go, do you?"

"Not at all." Harry closed the album and looked up.

"That's all right," Uncle Vernon said to Dudley, "Okay, let's go."

Uncle Vernon got into the car.

Dudley seemed to be struggling with some thoughts that were difficult to express in words. After a moment of seemingly painful inner struggle, he said, "I know what you are doing."

"Oh?" Harry held the album to his chest and said without interest.

"You are a hero, Harry." Dudley's face flushed, and the memories of the past were churning. It was a summer vacation in the past few years. He and Harry encountered a Dementor in the suburbs far away from London.

Harry defeated the opponent easily. It was not a difficult task. Most of the young wizards in Hogwarts could do it, so he never mentioned it to Ron and others.

But for Dudley. Harry saved his life.

"Oh, thank you, Dudley."

He looked at his cousin curiously. They had almost no contact this summer and last summer. Harry returned to Privet Drive for a short time. Since Sirius came back, he would only stay for a month and then leave.

It was not until then that Harry vaguely realized that the cup of herbal tea he kicked might not be a prank at all. Although he was very moved, he was relieved to see that Dudley's ability to express emotions seemed to have been exhausted.

They had stared at each other for too long.

Even if they reconciled now, they would only become strangers from enemies. It would be impossible to be as harmonious as ordinary brothers in this life.

"Okay, Dudley. Let's go." Aunt Petunia forced a smile, walked over, patted Dudley on the shoulder, and wanted to half-push him to leave.

But at this moment, she suddenly noticed that a photo seemed to have fallen at Dudley's feet.

It should have accidentally fallen from the album in Harry's hand.

She just took a look.

Then she couldn't move her eyes away.

It was a photo of two girls.

One had long fiery red hair, and the other had short light blonde hair. The blonde girl seemed reluctant to take a photo. In the photo, she was staring at the other girl 'fiercely'.

Buzz——

Aunt Petunia felt her mind go blank.

The invisible thoughts were no longer controlled and rushed back.

Time went back to the summer vacation of 1977.

She remembered that her abnormal sister suddenly had the urge to take her to take photos one day.

I heard that the characters in the photos of the magic world are animated.

She didn't like that world and didn't want to have anything to do with them.

She didn't want to go at all.

But her parents were very interested in it.

She was forced to take two photos with her abnormal sister.

One for her sister and one for her.

But she tore up her own photo when she found that the characters were really moving when she got home.

She was scolded by her mother for this.

But in the end, her sister used her "magic magic" to restore the photo. Only then did her mother calm down.

Although she was unwilling, she did not tear up the photo again, but kept it.

After that, after she married Vernon, she was determined to be a Dursley family member and avoid talking about topics related to her sister with anyone.

Although in her heart, she more or less felt guilty about breaking off relations with her sister.

Because she knew in her heart that Lily had always loved her.

But she just didn't want to admit it, didn't want to admit her resentment and jealousy, didn't want to admit that her sister was far better than herself, didn't want to admit magic and anything related to it.

Until October 31, 1981.

That morning, Petunia woke up early.

Her son was born just over a year ago, and she had to get up early to feed him.

The life of a housewife is very boring. Whenever she has free time, her thoughts will drift away.

Perhaps only at this time, she is truly alive, living as Penny Evans.

The morning sun, like a painter, quietly sprinkles her brushstrokes on every corner of the room. The sun, revealing half of its face, lets the golden light pass through the gap in the curtains, falling like a filament, coating the edge of the room with a layer of light golden glow.

Suddenly a cry interrupted her thoughts.

It was her son's cry.

When she picked up Dudley from the stroller, she suddenly remembered that her sister had married, and remembered that she had sent a letter to herself in July, and her son was born.

She remembered the photo she had kept for many years.

But that morning, when she finally found the photo from the bottom box in the closet, she found that the photo had been torn in two, and the originally laughing figure could no longer move.

That day was the day Lily died.

"Give it back to me." Harry said calmly.

Aunt Petunia seemed not to hear, she stared blankly at the photo in her hand.

Something seemed to come out of her eyes.

"Give it back to me." Harry repeated again. Although he did not see who was in the photo, the one that fell out of the album was his.

"Not me." Aunt Petunia said in a trembling voice, her eyes still looking at the photo in her hand.

Harry had never seen Aunt Petunia's eyes like that. Guilt, unwillingness, regret, anger. All kinds of emotions kept surging in her eyes.

Like a pot of thick soup.

"Aunt?" Harry half took a step back. The current Petunia made him feel strange.

"Shhh--" Roy stretched out his hand at this time and blocked Harry.

Because of the position, she saw the image in the photo.

Realized something.

Dudley was stunned in place. He stared at his mother blankly, completely confused about the situation.

Just like that, there was silence for about ten seconds.

Aunt Petunia finally recovered from her grief.

She murmured, "Will you die too?"

"What?" Harry responded in confusion.

"This war! The damn war!" She suddenly became excited, "You will die too, right, just like my stupid sister. Died quietly in the wilderness."

"Do you know why I hate you, Potter!"

"." Harry didn't say anything, just watched quietly.

"Do you think that you only lost your mother that night in Godric's Hollow?"

A wave of sadness, the sadness that had been suppressed for more than ten years, suddenly broke out.

She stared at Harry intently.

"You are just like your father who only knows how to show off."

"And that reckless and arrogant Black!"

"And that damn kid from Cokeworth."

"You know what? Potter. I will never forgive you. Forever!!"

"The damn Potter family killed my sister, and magic killed my sister." Aunt Petunia roared angrily, and Harry was stunned by the roar and stood there blankly.

"I hate you, you killed my sister!"

"You killed my sister!!!"

The roar was heard far away.

Tears hung on her face.

Vernon in the car was frightened and got out of the car in a panic. He had never seen his wife so sad.

"Boy, what did you do?" He raised his fist to hit Harry.

But Roy just looked at him. It made him deflated.

The cold blue eyes had an unspeakable terrifying suppression.

It was midsummer, but Harry suddenly felt a chill.

This chill did not come from Roy, but from someone else, Aunt Petunia in front of him.

Having lived with her for sixteen years, Harry had never heard any positive description of his mother from her mouth.

When he was a child, she would often use the word "lunatic" instead.

Later, when he learned the truth, she simply stopped mentioning it.

Harry had never felt that Aunt Petunia would have deep feelings for his mother. In his opinion, the two were not even sisters. Because Aunt Petunia never showed up, even the neighbors didn't know she had a sister.

They are like strangers.

until today

But what Harry didn't understand, Roy did.

Suddenly she remembered an old book.

That one tells the story of a little prince from the stars.

She was ignorant at the time, and her sister Gabriel told her many times, but she just thought it was an interesting story. It was not until many years later, especially after her sister Gabriel passed away, that she understood.

Come to think of it, Lily Evans is also the most unique little prince.

She watered people, she prayed for people, and she shielded people from wind and rain.

She is the most beautiful rose in the world.

She tamed countless people.

Only when someone else leaves her will she realize that it was definitely a mistake.

She doesn't need anyone, on the contrary, those people need her.

do you know? Even Slytherin's snake will crawl out of the cave and is willing to bathe in the sun and listen to her voice; listen to her unique footsteps; other people's footsteps will make the snake hide underneath, but her difference, her Footsteps are as beautiful as music.

From then on, that useless jasmine flower became precious to me.

Because it reminds me of her cheerful face.

The Dursleys all got into the car.

The sudden change seemed to change nothing.

Aunt Petunia was still the same after her big cry.

He just looked at Harry with even more disgust.

That look—it reminded Harry of Snape.

Snape had been looking at him with this look for six years since he entered Hogwarts.

He didn't understand before, but now he understands a little better. Snape hates him, even if he is Lily's child, Snape still hates him. In Snape's eyes, he was a disaster. Although it was Voldemort's hand, it was actually he who killed Lily. If his mother had not had him as a child, Voldemort would not have attacked her.

Then everything might be different.

As for his aunt, she might have similar thoughts.

"Huh..." Harry took a deep breath.

Roy patted him on the shoulder and left with the Dursleys.

all of a sudden.

Harry was the only one left in the empty house, and an inexplicable sadness brewed in his heart.

He ran back to his bedroom and rushed to the window, just in time to see the Dursleys' car turning around the driveway and onto the road. Roy in the back seat seemed to be explaining something, and Aunt Petunia was looking back to take control.

Her eyes met Harry through the glass and the street.

This time, Harry didn't see disgust - he even saw something muttered in his aunt's mouth - although he couldn't hear the sound, Harry knew that it was his name, and what followed - live, three word.

Harry picked up Hedwig's cage, picked up his Firebolt and backpack, and took one last look at the unusually neat bedroom. With mixed emotions and random thoughts, I stumbled downstairs and came to the living room.

People are so complicated - Harry thought.

He didn't understand why Aunt Petunia ended up giving him a message to stay alive.

Doesn't she hate herself?

Doesn't she feel like she killed her sister?

I can’t figure it out—I just don’t think about it.

Harry placed the birdcage, broom, and backpack at the foot of the stairs.

The light quickly dimmed, the living room looked heavily shadowed in the twilight, and everything was silent.

It was a special feeling for Harry to stand here, knowing that he was leaving this house forever. A long time ago, the Dursleys had gone out; leaving him alone at home, those few hours of alone time were a rare treat; stealing something quick and delicious from the refrigerator, rushing upstairs, Wandali's computers and game consoles. Or turn on the TV and choose the channel you want.

Thinking of those times, he felt an inexplicable melancholy in his heart, as if he was thinking of a little brother he had lost.

"Don't you want to see this place for the last time?" he asked Hedwig suddenly, but the owl ignored him, hiding its head under its wings and sulking because Harry had not let it out to play all day.

And Harry continued, "We'll never be here again, don't you want to reminisce about all those happy times? I mean, look at this doormat by the door and think about the past. …

After I rescued Dudley from the dementors, he threw up on this mat...

Unexpectedly, he still knows how to be grateful. Do you believe it? And last summer, when Dumbledore walked through that front door..."

Harry's train of thought was interrupted. Hedwig did not help him find it. It still hid its head under its wings.

Harry turned from the front door and took a few steps forward, "Down here, Hedwig..." He opened a door under the stairs, the long-lost door, "Right here, this is The place where I used to sleep! You didn’t know me at that time! Oh my god, I was so young, I don’t even remember it..."

Harry looked at the piles of shoes and umbrellas and remembered when he woke up every morning and looked up at the bottom of the stairs. There would always be one or two spiders hanging there.

In those days, he still didn't know his true identity, he hadn't figured out how his parents died, and he didn't understand why strange things happened around him. Harry still remembered the dreams that haunted him: chaotic dreams, flashing green lights, and one time - when Harry talked about this dream, Uncle Vernon almost crashed his car - because he actually dreamed of a flying light motorcycle...

Harry looked at this small, black cupboard with great emotion. He still remembered that every time Dudley stomped his feet on the stairs above for mischief, the dust would fall down and fall on his head. At that time, he was wearing glasses that were taped and wearing loose old clothes that Dudley didn't want.

Many stories happened here. Looking back now, it seems like a dream.

Vague and out of reach.