I, Hogwarts Week Two

At night, Harry had a dream.

The night in the dream was damp and windy.

Two children dressed as pumpkins waddled across the square, and paper spiders crawled all over the shop windows, all tacky Muggle trinkets decorating a world they didn't believe in...

He floated along, with the sense of purpose, power, and rightness that always came to him on such occasions... not anger... that was for weaker souls than his... but victory, yes... he had been waiting for this moment, longing for this moment...

"Very nicely made up, sir!"

A little boy ran over and looked under the hood of the cloak. His smile faltered and fear enveloped his painted face.

The child turned and ran away... His hand beneath his robes grasped the wand... One move and the child would never reach his mother again... But there was no need, absolutely no need...

He walked down a new, darker street, his destination finally in sight, the Fidelius Charm broken, but they didn't know it yet... With a sound less than that of dead leaves sliding on the pavement, he crept up to the dark hedge and looked inside...

They did not draw the curtains, and he could clearly see that they were in the small living room. A tall, black-haired man wearing glasses was using his wand to spray out bursts of colorful smoke to amuse the black-haired boy in blue pajamas.

The child giggled and tried to catch the smoke, pinching it in his little head...

A door opened and his mother came in, speaking words he could not hear, her long crimson hair falling about her face.

The father picked up his son and handed him to his mother, then threw his wand on the sofa, stretched out his arms and yawned...

The door opened gently and was pushed open by him.

But James Potter didn't hear it.

A pale hand drew a wand from beneath his cloak and pointed it at the door, which flew open.

As he crossed the threshold, James rushed into the hallway with such ease, so much ease that James didn't even pick up his wand.

"Lily, take Harry and run, it's him! Go! Run! I'll stop him -"

"Avada Kedavra!"

Green light filled the narrow foyer, illuminating a baby stroller leaning against the wall.

James Potter fell down like a puppet with its strings cut.

He heard her screaming upstairs. There was no way to escape, but if she had any sense, at least she wouldn't have to be afraid...

He climbed the stairs and heard her trying to shield herself with something, which was a little funny... She had no wand either... How foolish they were, how gullible they were, to think they could trust their safety to their friends, to think they could put away their weapons even for a moment...

He burst the door open, and with a lazy flick of his wand he tossed aside the chairs and boxes she had hastily piled behind it... and there she stood, with the child in her arms.

As soon as she saw him, she put her son in the cradle behind her and opened her arms, as if that would make any difference, as if she hoped that by hiding the child from him, he would choose her instead...

"Don't kill Harry, don't kill Harry, please, don't kill Harry!"

"Get out of the way, stupid woman...get out of the way...

"Don't kill Harry, please, kill me, kill me."

"My last warning—"

"No, please, have mercy, have mercy."

"Get out of the way——"

He could have pushed her away from the cradle, but it seemed safer to kill her.

A green light flashed across the room, and she fell like her husband.

The child did not cry. He was able to stand up, holding onto the rails of the cradle, and looking up at the intruder's face with interest, perhaps thinking that his father was hiding in his cloak, conjuring up more beautiful fireworks, and his mother would jump up and laugh at any time -

Very carefully he pointed his wand at the little boy's face.

He wanted to see it happen, to see the destruction of this unique, inexplicable danger.

The child began to cry, having realized that he was not James.

He didn't like the crying sound. He could never stand the crying of the children in the orphanage.

"Avada Kedavra!"

The green light came on and he was shattered. He was nothing. His body melted away and his soul was exposed to the air. Pain and fear overwhelmed him.

He had to hide. Get out of this house, far, far away!

"Harry - are you okay! Harry!!!"

The scene changes.

He was whipping a group of goblins madly.

"Heart-breaking and bone-cutting!"

"Crucia!" The red light of the Cruciatus Curse hit the group of goblins in front of them.

Then the treacherous creatures began to twist together in pain.

He was shouting frantically for mercy.

But he turned a deaf ear to it.

Still waving the wand wildly, as if it was just for the purpose of torture.

The first few goblins soon couldn't hold on any longer, their bodies began to spasm, foam came out of the mouth, and finally they collapsed to the ground and died.

And his attention shifted to the ones behind.

"Legilimency."

He roughly pried open the goblins' brains and browsed through their memories unscrupulously.

Soon he found what he wanted.

"Haha - when will you lowly creatures learn to be smart?"

"The Blade of Prometheus? Haha - very good, very good."

"Avada Kedavra!"

The next second, the green light came on again, accompanied by a sharp, piercing sound, and several lives disappeared. They seemed to be more relaxed than their companions.

"No - no!" Harry shouted.

But suddenly, he seemed to have turned into the cruel Voldemort.

He was burning the bodies of the goblins with flames.

"Ok?"

The strange green eyes suddenly changed.

next second.

Harry felt his body become small again. He turned into a baby. He was back in the cradle.

And Voldemort, who had already killed his mother, suddenly stopped the wand in his hand.

"We meet again Potter!"

"You are still such a coward, hiding here and there like a mouse."

"Now, where are you?"

"Oh - let me see, it's in Godric's Hollow. I can see the ruins of your house from the window."

"Get out! Get out of my mind!!!" Harry shouted. He could feel that his body seemed to be out of control. His consciousness seemed to be imprisoned here and could never get out.

"Haha——" Voldemort laughed wildly, "Oh——our savior has found a girlfriend. Hehe——the same annoying red-haired girl."

"Heart-breaking and bone-cutting!"

"what--"

In a trance, Harry heard a scream. The sound was very far away, but he still recognized it as Ginny's voice.

"Let her go, come to me, you coward, come to me if you dare!!!" Harry rushed towards Voldemort in front of him with fangs and claws bared.

But he is too young.

Just babies.

Voldemort raised his hand and slapped him to the ground, and he fell into his mother's arms on the ground.

"You are just like your foolish father." Voldemort smiled coldly.

"Arrogant. Thinking you can defeat the great Voldemort!"

"My father was a hero!" Harry shouted. "He died fighting monsters like you!"

“Haha——” Voldemort burst into laughter. “A hero who tries to resist the curse with his body like a Muggle? Potter——this is the stupidest joke I have ever heard.”

"He died of his own arrogance, laziness and arrogance. Maybe you didn't see it."

As Harry spoke, the scene in front of him blurred.

He arrived at their door.

"Your stupid father doesn't even have a wand in his hand. If he had a wand in his hand, maybe your equally stupid mother would have a chance to escape."

As Voldemort said this, he entered their house again and killed his father again in front of Harry.

"No—" Harry screamed, his heart breaking.

But Voldemort did not waver at all.

He even found it quite funny, he resurrected his father, then killed him, resurrected him again and cast the Cruciatus Curse, laughing loudly as his father screamed in pain, and then killed him again.

"Oh - this kind of game is really interesting. I never thought that memory could be manipulated in this way. Potter - what do you think? Is it fun?" Voldemort looked at Harry crazily.

And Harry - he looked even smaller, like a baby who couldn't even stand up. He curled up numbly with no expression.

It's like a body with the soul taken away.

"Well - I admit, this is going to get boring pretty quickly." Voldemort walked over James' body. "But at least there's a toy there."

"Oh - how shall I punish this foolish woman who has stood in my way. Potter - don't play dead - give me some advice."

"I am going to kill you!!!"

"Yes, yes, haha ​​- I think if you have enough energy, you might as well think about my question. Perhaps such a merciful Voldemort will free you as soon as possible."

They came to the second floor.

I heard the sound coming from the room - Lily was frantically moving things against the door.

"Zizizi - look, another idiot."

Voldemort waved his hand and fired a spell.

The door was blown open immediately.

"Come on Potter, let's play the next game."

Harry stared at his mother with wide eyes, bitterly, watching her about to die at the hands of Voldemort again.

His heart was filled with powerlessness and anger.

He didn't understand why Voldemort had such power to suppress him. This was clearly his body and his head.

This was just his or Voldemort's memory, why didn't Occlumency work?

He lowered his head and looked at his body.

Voldemort was becoming more and more rampant, while he was becoming weaker and weaker.

Perhaps in a little while, he would change from a baby into nothingness, and then he might disappear completely.

Wait - suddenly, Harry seemed to realize something.

"Hey - Potter, why are you in a daze at this time! The real show is about to begin." Voldemort laughed arrogantly.

He raised his wand and pointed it at Lily.

"What a show, what a show?" said Harry suddenly, looking up at Voldemort. "How can you humiliate yourself by watching a motherless bastard perform?"

After saying that, Harry instantly felt himself enveloped by countless coldness.

A substantial murderous intent surged over him like a wave, almost knocking him unconscious.

"Hehe..." Harry gritted his teeth and barely supported himself, "Why, did you reveal someone's scar?"

"Oh - I heard that someone was abandoned by his mother at the door of an orphanage. What a jerk woman. How could there be such a mother in the world? I feel so sad for that bastard."

"What did you say?" Voldemort stared at Harry coldly, the murderous intent in his eyes almost becoming tangible.

"Are you hard of hearing? I fucking say you are a bastard, a beast produced by a love potion. An ungrateful person without conscience. A thief, a murderer, and an idiot who has failed countless times." Harry pointed at Voldemort's nose and cursed.

For some reason, as his voice became louder and louder, his body gradually grew larger, and soon he grew from a baby back to normal size.

it is as expected!

Harry thought to himself.

This is a world of memory. Voldemort has invaded his brain. What they have to compete with at this moment is willpower. If the other one is in a bad mood, his willpower will be dispersed and he will fall into a disadvantage.

After understanding this, Harry immediately began to search his memory for all the information about Tom Riddle.

Dumbledore had shown him many of Tom's memories last year.

Owen also talked about Tom's life experience.

He knew Voldemort inside and out.

"Oh - did I hit you in the gut?" Harry said disdainfully, "I don't know how you got the face to claim that you represent the interests of pure-bloods all day long. Your cheap father who died in Little Hangleton is just bullshit. When did you become a wizard?"

"Enough!!!" Voldemort roared.

Everything around me began to collapse.

And at the moment when this world of memory disappears.

Harry took the opportunity to regain control of his body.

After coming to his senses, he found himself standing in front of the living room window.

At his feet was Ginny groaning in pain.

Harry immediately waved his wand to remove the spell from Ginny, and then began to frantically recite the brain-occlusion spell.

"Potter, I will kill you. In front of your stupid girlfriend."

In his head, Voldemort's voice was still roaring.

"Come on then. Cowards are just good at talking." Harry shouted fearlessly.

The anger and hatred in his mouth were no less than Voldemort's.

"Hehe - haha ​​-" Voldemort laughed wildly.

Then his laughter grew farther and farther away and smaller.

Until it completely disappeared from Harry's mind.

"call--"

The moment Voldemort completely disappeared, Harry collapsed to the ground.

His energy was completely exhausted, and the reason he didn't faint immediately was that he was holding on.

"Ginny--" He quickly looked at Ginny lying on the ground.

Climb over and check her injuries.

Ginny, who had been tortured for a long time, subconsciously tried to dodge when she saw Harry rushing towards her.

It was not until Harry pulled her into his arms and the familiar warmth filled her whole body that she realized that Harry was back.

Then, her eyes became moist and she couldn't hold back any longer and burst into tears.

"I'm sorry—I'm sorry!" Harry consoled painfully.

It was his fault, it was his fault again.

The crying continued for a moment. Ginny in his arms raised her head with tears in her eyes and sobbed, "Go, Harry. Leave here quickly. The You-Know-Who already knows we are here!"