Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Snape lay back on his bed. The soft mattress wrapped him up. His exhausted body made him unable to move. The sweeping darkness made him fall into a deep sleep. It seemed like just a moment later, a beautiful figure appeared in front of him, with red hair fluttering.

Snape stretched out his hand and ran forward desperately, but he couldn't reach it. The distance was getting farther and farther, so he had to watch the figure disappear. No - Snape was sweating profusely. When he opened his eyes, it was already dawn. The rising sun came in through the window. Snape stared at the sunlight in a daze, which moved slowly onto his bed -

He felt something cold across his face, he stretched out his hand to touch it, and found that his palms were wet. It turned out that he was crying. Lily hadn't appeared in his dreams for a long time. Has she forgiven him?

In the infirmary, Harry got out of bed, stretched vigorously facing the morning sun, and found that he had feeling in his lower body again. He turned around on the ground in ecstasy, it felt good to be healthy.

At this time, Madam Pomfrey came in with a potion. Seeing Harry doing such intense exercise underground, she hurried over and said, "You haven't recovered yet. Lie down quickly, lie down!"

Harry reluctantly crawled into his bed. The temperature on his face was still there, making it extraordinarily comfortable in the gradually cooling autumn. However, it would have been better if there was no medicine.

Harry swallowed the extremely bitter green potion in one breath and stared at it with a frown in disgust. Who made this? It was as if he had eaten ten pieces of Coptis chinensis.

After Madam Pomfrey left, Harry lay on the bed in a daze, recalling his conversation with Ron yesterday.

Under the bright moonlight, the young man's face was looming, and his vigorous vitality was still so conspicuous. He happily told Harry how perfect his new home was. Even Percy, who was usually the most picky, was speechless. His mother wrote letters to his brother who was training dragons in Romania, and his eldest brother who was breaking curses all over the country, describing them in a lavish manner.

The eldest brother wrote him a letter, asking whether this matter was true.

Ron's happy face still floated in front of Harry's eyes, but the girl connected with this incident, with her gray eyes following him like a shadow, had so many different things happened from the previous life -

"Harry - I heard from Madam Pomfrey that you woke up, so I came to see you." An old man with a white beard pushed the door open, followed by a tall but somewhat frightened figure.

Harry bounced up happily, "Headmaster! Godfather!"

Sirius seemed a little embarrassed. He didn't dare to look Harry in the eye. He wanted to scold Harry for saving him but putting himself in danger. However, the life-saving grace made him feel torn. He was worried, anxious and ashamed.

Sirius turned his head away fiercely again, not daring to meet Harry's eyes. Harry didn't understand his godfather's complicated feelings. He only saw that Sirius seemed unwilling to pay attention to him, and his heart, which had just soared, fell to the ground again.

Dumbledore noticed the changes in emotions of both parties and felt a little troubled. They were all Gryffindors, so why couldn't they express their feelings straightforwardly?

Dumbledore pulled Sirius, who was hesitating behind him, over and exposed his disguise without hesitation, "Harry, your godfather is very worried about you." Sirius' lips moved a few times, but he didn't speak in the end. Harry looked at Sirius's awkward look, lifted the quilt, stood up, put on his slippers, stepped on the bright spots of the morning sun on the floor, walked over step by step, and then gave his godfather a hug.

Harry could feel the warmth from his body, he rubbed his head hard against Sirius' chest and tightened his arms.

Sirius' face suddenly turned red, and he tried to hug back, "I'm sorry, Harry, I'm really sorry--" Harry felt as if water was flowing down an area on his head. He could feel how sensitive Sirius' heart was hidden behind his playful smile.

As for family, they are the closest people to each other in the world, and Harry does not want to find out whether this godfather is real or fake at this moment.

Two people enjoying each other's company.

Dumbledore spoke at this time in a somewhat disappointing way.

"Sirius, if I remember correctly, you should still teach the sixth grade students." Dumbledore tilted his head. Sirius hurriedly loosened his arms and touched Harry's head hard with his rough big palm, making his hair look like it was struck by lightning.

Seeing Harry like this, Sirius laughed loudly, swept away his fear and terror, and walked out with big strides. Before leaving, he said, "Harry, I'll bring you lunch after class, and we'll have a good time together."

Harry didn't know whether to laugh or cry as he pushed down his loose black hair.

Only now did he have the energy to focus his attention on Dumbledore. That was not right.

Harry moved a little closer and blinked his eyes hard, and found that he could clearly see the light on Dumbledore's body and some traces of magic working.

Am I stronger after this experience, or is Dumbledore weaker, weaker? Harry immediately denied his own guess in his mind. How could Dumbledore become weaker? It was like the sun rising from the west, the moon was as bright as the sun, and the day suddenly turned into night.

"Harry, lie down on the bed first. If Madam Pomfrey comes in and finds you standing on the ground, she will definitely scold me again." Dumbledore winked at Harry mischievously. As the muscles on his face moved, Harry found that there was a yellow thing on Dumbledore's beard that kept shaking.

Harry moved closer and saw that there were, um - it looked like some gummies hanging on it.

"Professor," Harry called him by another name. He pointed at the candy hanging on Dumbledore's beard with his finger, and an expression of "how could you be such a person" appeared on his face.

This made Dumbledore panic. He suddenly forgot what he wanted to say and lowered his head. The yellow candy disappeared in an instant.

"Professor McGonagall--" Harry opened his mouth, but was gently tapped on the head by Dumbledore, which made him chuckle and lower his head, once again confirming the correctness of his choice. Great, the whole room became brighter and brighter, and Harry sat on the bed with Dumbledore, quietly sharing something.

Madam Pomfrey poked her head out of the door and saw the harmonious scene in the school infirmary. She turned around and pushed back the Veles twins who were coming to visit Harry. "Go back, go back. Aren't you going to class? If not, Harry still needs to rest."

"Ah - Ron told me Harry's awake."

"Who said Harry woke up? How did you know that?"

The Veles twins closed their mouths, looked at each other, and understood what each other meant. If it wasn’t possible during the day, then what about at night?