Harry Potter and the Rebirth

"Still sleeping, still sleeping!" A series of banging sounds woke Harry up from his coma. He stood up suddenly. The surrounding environment was dark and narrow, and there were piles of debris. Wasn't this the stairwell where he slept before he was 11 years old? It was such a real dream.

Harry suddenly felt at home, but at the same time he was controlled, and the feeling of violent suffocation and oppression came to his mind at random, making him extremely irritable. He had to get up early and stay up late to prepare meals for them, and he was violent in words and actions. He turned on the gas when he was too young to reach the stove, and he wore clothes that Dudley didn't want. In order to survive, he became a servant of Petunia's family.

At a growing age, he curled up in a small cubicle, feeling Dudley jumping up and down the stairs all day long, with dust all over his face filling the small space, making his lungs feel extremely uncomfortable.

At that time, he should have been a life-size toy of Dudley, right? he thought to himself with self-mockery.

But, this was a voice he hadn't heard for a long time, as if everything hadn't happened yet and there was still a chance to save it. He stood up, pulled the door open, and looked up. Aunt Petunia's face was hidden in the light, radiating light. He had never felt that this woman was so kind, and the annoyance in his heart dissipated a little.

He hugged Aunt Petunia's waist tightly, rested his head on her belly, and said in a distorted voice, "It's great, old friend."

Petunia's face was full of shock, and she didn't push him away for a moment. At this time, Uncle Vernon came down in his pajamas, saw this scene, and hurriedly pushed Harry away, "Little bastard, what's wrong with you?" He blushed and pointed at Harry with a trembling finger, as if he had done something unforgivable.

Petunia came to her senses and wanted to grab Harry's ears and give him a severe lesson.

But somehow, Harry dodged it flexibly, rushed to the kitchen, snatched a piece of bread from Dudley's hand, sat on the stool, crossed his legs, and began to eat slowly.

Dudley looked at his empty hands, glared at Harry angrily, and then immediately howled loudly in grievance. Harry leaned back in his chair, looked at the shocked family of three, and said happily, "I've wanted to do this for a long time, it doesn't matter if it's not real", then he sighed and rubbed his shoulders on the stool, "It's really exciting."

It was not until Uncle Vernon grabbed his ears tightly, threw him into the stairwell, and informed him that he could not eat for two days, that Harry began to realize that this was not a dream.

"Oh, Malfoy!" Harry then remembered that Malfoy had come before he fell into a coma.

"Potter, what did you do to me? How did I get into your brain?" Malfoy, who had just woken up in his mind, was a little panicked. He looked around, and his platinum hair flew everywhere as his owner moved too much.

Harry heard this and looked around. Very good, no one suddenly appeared in the small and shabby house. Then, he felt around with his arms. Very good, it was neither the invisibility cloak nor the disillusionment charm. "Spell Stopped", no reaction.

"Potter, use your troll brain, stupid Gryffindor." Malfoy looked at Potter wandering around in the small room, ignoring him, and was immediately so angry that his eyes widened. He wondered how he, the head of the Malfoy family, had ended up in such a situation.

Harry thought, maybe the dream hasn't ended yet, otherwise why would I dream about Malfoy.

Malfoy saw Harry's mental activities in his mind with subtitles thoughtfully added, "!@￥%……&*&……%￥@@".

Harry forced himself to believe the truth of the matter. After all, this unique language style, coupled with a condescending tone, can only be fully demonstrated by Malfoy himself. He suppressed his disgust and was about to say something, but then he thought of Malfoy. His mind was like eating the special dung eggs made by the Veles twins. His brows were furrowed and his stomach juice surged.

Ever since he started traveling around the world, nothing could stir his mood like this.

"Potter, how dare you despise me!" Malfoy was furious in Potter's mind. He looked at the surroundings and wanted to teach Potter a lesson, but it was like punching cotton. No spell could be cast. "Potter, do you know..." Harry frowned and wanted to hear the next sentence, but Malfoy kept silent.

Harry felt like he had been tricked. He wanted to find out where Malfoy was in his soul, but since he had no knowledge of the soul and was afraid of damaging his brain, he could not do anything. If only Hermione was here, Harry thought, she would always find the right way to do it.

Harry felt like there was a time bomb in his brain. It was a joke. How could he be at ease with Malfoy in his brain? But at this moment, he had to think carefully.

Malfoy was suspended in a mysterious space, with some ancient runes floating around him. Well, if he had known, he would have signed up for it when he was selecting courses. He felt that he could gain powerful power in this space, such as Fiendfyre. Malfoy looked at the white flames that suddenly appeared in his hands, feeling a little unreal.

Along with the energy came an inexplicable feeling towards Harry, which was a bit strange. He sniffed and consciously avoided it. Who would have thought of a broken special? Recalling the scene just now, Malfoy wiped his mouth in disgust. He was sure that the little thing must have other ways to make him silent.

He was suspended under a starry sky, magic was surging quietly, different elements were rubbing against each other, sparks were flashing, Malfoy was quietly feeling the sudden power and emotions, waiting for the arrival of fate in the dark.

Harry tried to cast a spell without a wand, and the cup flew over. The milk in Dudley's hand flew uncontrollably toward the stairwell where Harry was. Dudley opened his eyes wide in horror, watching the milk as if it were alive, desperately slamming against the stairwell door.

"Ahhhh, Mommy", he began to spin around the table frantically, and hearing the sound, Penny hurried down the stairs, "What's wrong, what's wrong, my little Dudley". When Penny saw this scene, she was shocked at first, then her expression was complicated, and there was some reminiscence of the past in her eyes.

"Alaho", Harry walked out of the stairwell, "Good morning, Auntie, I'm a little thirsty, this is what cousin Dudley kindly gave me", he winked at Petunia, then turned to look at Dudley who was standing there in a daze. "Thank you, cousin", he took the floating milk in one hand, drank a sip, sipped it, a circle of milky white beard appeared around him, then raised the glass to signal Dudley, and went upstairs.

Dudley's eyes were full of disbelief. He tried to grab the milk, but was bounced away as soon as he approached Harry.

"Oh, Dudley baby." Petunia seemed to have just reacted to Harry's abnormal behavior, and she hurried to help Dudley. Uncle Vernon heard the noise and came downstairs to see what was happening, and happened to meet Harry who was going upstairs. He opened his mouth in surprise and was about to pull Harry down, but for some reason, he floated downstairs by himself.

"Penny, did you let Harry out?" Vernon forced himself to ignore the things that were wrong around him, hoping to find the reason from Penny to explain it all. Penny didn't say anything, she opened her mouth and stared blankly at Harry's back as he went upstairs.

Vernon shifted his gaze again and looked straight at the ground, where there was a large mass of something. "Dudley," Vernon was shocked, Vernon turned around and roared, Vernon rushed to the stairs, and Vernon was thrown away.

"Plop" there was another lump on the ground.