Harry Potter and the Rebirth

The sky darkened, and Harry looked out the window. The fluttering, crystal clear snowflakes were dancing in the air, and finally fell beautifully to the ground, blending into the whiteness of the earth.

The moon was hanging high in the sky, and its soft fluorescence was evenly sprinkled on every inch of soil. At this time, the Black Lake had been frozen, and the entire earth was covered with snow. Occasionally, the shape of a big tree appeared in the distance, and the world seemed to have become very quiet.

Harry turned his head and looked inside the room again. The torches hanging on the wall were emitting warmth. He tightened his cloak, which was the one Sirius had put on him before he left. He buried his head in it, took a deep breath, and could smell the scent of his godfather.

If the master wants to settle accounts at that time, I can save your life -

Harry took out the lemon snowman from his pocket, tore open the package and threw it into his mouth, chewing it carefully. The sweetness in his mouth immediately rushed to his heart, and he felt that everything was developing in a good direction.

He counted the days and found that Christmas was coming soon. This was his first time to celebrate Christmas, so he should prepare some gifts. As Harry walked towards the dormitory, he thought carefully. Ron - his wand was not working well, so he should give him a wand cleaning tool and put some gold Galleons in it so that he would have time to go out and buy a new one.

Harry could imagine how happy Ron would be when he received this gift.

Hermione - gave her her study notes from previous years. Harry covered his right cheek with his hand. He was so absorbed in thinking that he accidentally bit the flesh there. Then he gave her a bottle of ointment that he made himself to make her hair soft. Harry thought about Hermione's fluffy hair and couldn't stop smiling. This was a serious and kind little girl.

And Dumbledore, when he was an enemy, he faced his ruthless style of dealing with things. As his junior, living under his wing, he was a conscientious and knowledgeable old man. Give him a bottle of tooth-grinding medicine, and maybe a pair of cashmere socks. Harry was very curious about why he had such an idea in his mind? But he did it as he said.

Just think of it as the last bit of family warmth before you die.

and also--

Harry decided to live his life seriously with this identity. He entered the warm Gryffindor common room. There was a group of red-haired boys near the fireplace. The one at the innermost saw him and said, "Come on, come on, Harry, play wizard chess with me. They are all too weak. I killed them all. You are really good—"

Harry responded, his green eyes were filled with dancing flames, along with the red hair around them, making his heart warm.

"Hey, here I come," Harry responded, and went into the crowd, sitting opposite Ron, watching the black and white chess pieces fighting each other.

"It's all George's fault for playing so badly. Look, it's Harry's fault. His skills have improved dramatically in recent times—" Ron looked up and then asked casually, "How did you do it? I also want to practice my wizard chess more. I feel like I'm not that good yet—"

Harry was caught off guard. "Do I need to practice this? I'm born with the ability. It's simple and easy."

"Have you always been giving in to me before?" Ron pretended to be angry and waited for Harry's answer.

Harry paused in his chess moves. He knew he had revealed some flaws, but this was easy to round up.

"How could I give in to you? Although I know a little bit, I am still not as good as you who have been exposed to wizard flags since childhood. I have been playing with you frequently recently. Under your guidance, my skills have improved by leaps and bounds, haven't they?"

Harry looked up and joked, then stared at Ron who asked the question. Ron seemed to have no reaction, and responded casually, then focused his attention on the chessboard. Was it unintentional? Am I too sensitive?

"You're just like me, Harry," George leaned over with his shoulder, squeezing Harry so hard that he tilted his arm off the chessboard and supported himself on the carpet next to him.

"Don't bother Harry, his injury has just healed." Hermione raised her head, with a thick book on her legs.

"Come on, how long has it been?" Fred bluntly exposed him, but then leaned over and supported Harry's other side.

Harry was surrounded by three red furry dogs. Maybe it was because the atmosphere was too wonderful, or maybe this kind of warm scene could not last long in Harry's eyes. Or maybe it was because of his experiences from childhood to adulthood and the warmth that came out of nowhere, which made Harry a little greedy.

"If I changed my appearance and appeared next to you, would you still be such good friends with me?"

"Oh——" Ron lowered his head, and the long bangs on his forehead covered his expression. Then he raised it again, and his eyes carried emotions that Harry could not recognize.

Was it emotion? Determination? Care? Harry couldn't tell, but he thought it was a recognition and bond that only you could have.

"Of course, we are good brothers who share life and death." Ron stood up, jumped over the chessboard, came to Harry, and gave him a big hug. Harry felt the strength and warmth of the other party, hesitated for a moment, looked up at his arms, and finally chose to hug Ron tightly.

"Eh - what are you guys saying so cheesy? How cheesy, can't it be -" Hermione screamed at the side, and the twin brothers started to make a noise. When Harry remembered that this was England, he decisively put down his arms, and then pushed Ron who was hugging him hard.

"What are you doing? Why don't you let go?"

Ron buried his head in Harry's neck, and the furry hair tickled him a little.

"Nothing," Ron droned.

"Okay, okay, then you just hold--" Harry put his arm back, patted Ron's shoulder, and finally moved him in front of him, pointing at George who was making a fuss on the side and said, "Why don't you sit over there with Ron--let's play a game."

"Okay—" George agreed readily.

"Seamus, do you want to play a game later?" Harry glanced at Seamus who was standing nearby and asked him to sit over here.

"Oh, okay, okay." Seamus seemed a little excited after hearing Harry calling him. He sat around and looked enviously at Ron who was leaning next to Harry.

Why wasn't I there? Can anyone hold Harry's arms?

The cold wind was howling outside the dormitory, and the round-faced fat chickens living in the owl shed were shivering. The increasingly cold temperature caused many animals to hibernate, and life gradually disappeared from this land.

But the room was warm as spring, and the sounds of the little wizards playing and playing drove away the severe cold between heaven and earth.

Harry was immersed in it and didn't want to wake up. If this was a dream, let me sleep like this forever.

In the darkness, the real Harry was still running outside. He didn't know how long he had been running. Monsters kept appearing around him, pulling his feet, making him fall, and suffocating.

He only saw a little light ahead, but he rushed forward without caring about his own safety. What was that person trying to do? Would he hurt my friends by sneaking into Hogwarts? Would Dumbledore also be plotted against by him? Would that idiot Ron be on guard? Would Hermione find out? Would Draco be worried? Would Sirius blame himself?

He just kept running forward - running - as if he didn't feel tired. He couldn't hear the voice of Gryffindor, and the voice of Bai You also disappeared without a trace. Occasionally, he could feel some movement of Harry.

An unknown amount of time had passed, perhaps a day, perhaps a year, perhaps a lifetime, but he still hadn't gotten close to the light.

Suddenly, the darkness around him was dispelled, and he saw a pair of blue eyes, winking at him mischievously.

"Welcome home, Harry—"

It was Dumbledore, Dumbledore pulled him out -