Harry Potter and the Rebirth

When the crisis was about to break out, Harry was sorting out the distant messages sent to him by the silver thread in his mind. Suddenly, a thought came to his mind - the countdown was about to begin, and he was afraid that the development direction of this matter might not be what Dumbledore wanted.

"Harry, why did you stop? Where should we go next?"

"Let's go find those giant monitor lizards and have a fight, okay?" Fred was eager to try. He jumped back and forth on the sand, alternating his left and right feet, jumping around vigorously.

"Let's go. I was distracted just now." Harry answered Ron's question and stopped walking. "Fred, can you change your shape?"

"Of course. When the teacher was teaching last semester, George and I were the most diligent ones."

According to the original course arrangement, Apparition is a relatively advanced technique that cannot be learned by students other than senior students. However, due to the particularity of the actual situation, teachers attach the most importance to life-saving skills like this. Unfortunately, many people still don't know how to learn it.

"Come on, Ron, I'll take you with me, hold on to me -"

"Harry, what about me? What about me?" Fred asked a little flustered.

A ball of silver light floated out from Harry's palm and landed lightly on Fred's forehead.

"It gives you a sense of where you are, and once you have that sense of where you are, you should be able to get over there."

"Okay, then I'll try." A skilled person is bold and daring. Although he doesn't have many successful experiences, Fred is still willing to try, but Ron is a little worried.

Harry blinked at him and Ron shut up. When they were a little further away, he asked the question in his heart, "Harry, why did you bring my brother here?"

"To bring George back, of course."

Ron opened his mouth wide, "Can he really come back?"

"What? Don't you believe me?"

"No, no, I just..." A sour taste surged into Ron's heart, "Then how will they come back later?"

Harry looked into the distance. There was a cloud of dust flying near the skyline and the black scales of a giant armor were faintly visible. Boom, boom, boom. Even standing here, he could feel the vibrations coming from the earth.

"I'll bring them back."

Ron believed Harry. "Then that thing you gave him—"

“Believe me, if anyone in this world can find the space where George is, it can only be his twin brother Fred. The thing I gave him will protect him from harm.”

"Oh, Harry, you're awesome." Ron gave a thumbs up, but he still had some questions in his mind, but he couldn't express them out loud now.

"By the way, is this the place where we found those gates?" Ron looked around and felt that these places were inexplicably familiar. Although the buildings on them had been turned into ruins, the touch under his feet and the concave or convex buildings on both sides told passers-by the stories that happened here.

"Yes, that's right. We need to solve that problem first before we get down to business. George was persecuted by that person because of me."

Ron said nothing. No matter how much he defended Harry, that was the fact.

Let's talk about Fred at this moment. He trusts Harry very much. Even though Dumbledore had attacked Harry before and the two had a big conflict, he would still believe in the first-grade boy who faced the monster alone in the Forbidden Forest to protect everyone.

"How strange." Fred muttered. Although he did not have much experience in performing this magic, he still had some understanding of it. Why could he never get out of this passage? There were countless images passing by, and he closed his eyes tightly.

It was strange, and he didn't feel any pain. When he opened his eyes again, it was dark. He stayed there, kicking and stretching his feet. Then a bright light appeared, and the white was gradually filled with other colors. His five senses were suddenly expanded.

Ding dong, ding dong, the sound of beautiful musical instruments, children playing, and the bargaining between customers and the boss.

"Hey, boss, please be nice to me because I'm a regular customer."

"No, Chenghui, three gold galleons, no less."

"Two gold Galleons and seven silver Cossies." The tone was stretched out, and the grown man was acting like a spoiled child. "Look, if you charge me less today, I'll come back to buy it tomorrow, okay?"

"not good--"

The two voices were getting closer and closer, and then it was like a loudspeaker shouting in his ear. Fred frowned, because one of the voices was too familiar to him. They had been together anytime and anywhere since the moment he was born.

His figure suddenly appeared in the store. The people nearby did not notice him. Occasionally, two of them looked up in surprise. Have you seen this person before? Did he appear suddenly?

Unable to get an answer, they continued to walk forward with the crowd. There were rich and diverse joke products here, which were well-known in the British wizarding world and even spread to France and the distant United States, and spread along with the name of Harry Potter.

A little boy who was not even as tall as the second shelf raised his head. "Hey, big brother, what is this spell of yours? Can you teach me?"

Too sudden.

Fred was covered in sand and had layers of dirt on his body. His mouth was dry and his eyes were haggard. It seemed like a long time had passed, but it also seemed like just a moment.

"Cleaned up."

An old man with a cane came over and said, "Young man, where are you from? But it seems that this store has been affected by the Apparition effect."

The older generation, who are more shrewd and experienced, are well aware of how strange this matter is.

Fred grinned, this was simply the paradise of his dreams, a spacious and bright joke shop with a wide variety of products and so many customers.

A hand gently stroked the wooden shelf cabinet, on which a sentence was written with red and gold strokes.

"From the Weasley Twins - 1997"

Fred grinned, looked down at the cute little boy, hugged him in his arms and started kissing him hard. At this time, her mother came over, with red hair, barely visible freckles on her face, delicate features and a slightly annoyed smile.

"This gentleman——"

Before she could finish the rest of her words, the lady froze in place, revealing the pampered elegance of a life of luxury, as well as a hint of perseverance between her brows.

Fred looked at this woman who was a dozen years older than him and felt that she looked familiar. How should I put it? She looked a bit like him. He bit his lower lip, touched his chin, and shook the little boy in his arms.

The little boy was very well behaved, lying quietly in Fred's arms, "Brother, you look like what I saw in the photo."

The woman in front of him was already in tears, her chest heaving violently, as if she was about to faint at any moment.

"Hey, no, no, I didn't do anything, why are you crying?"

"It's you! Why are you here?"

After the world returned to peace, the shadow of Voldemort gradually dissipated, and some powerful pure-blood families became active again. The one in front of him was obviously one of them.

When Hogwarts was ruled by Voldemort's two idiot subordinates, he was arrogant and domineering. When he was defeated, he followed his parents to Voldemort's side. For some reason, he was not liquidated and then transferred to another magic school.

"and who are you?"

There are more and more people here, and most of them focus on people, and the joke products are overshadowed.

"Boss, boss, please go and have a look. There's something wrong on the second floor. A man and two women are arguing, and one of the women is crying."

The tall and slender man in front of him was sitting in a rocking chair, covering his face with a copy of the Daily Prophet, taking a leisurely nap. There were a lot of gold Galleons placed in front of the counter, which was covered by a magic barrier and could not be seen from the outside.

"Why are you panicking? Don't you see this kind of thing happen often? Just deal with it according to the routine. You can also look for Ginny. My parents asked her to go back."

"Boss~" Another young man squeezed out of the crowd and rushed to the man, "Ms. Porter is crying because she was bullied."

"What! Who is so bold?" The man put down his crossed legs, and the newspaper on his face fluttered down. He quickly caught it, folded it and put it on the table.

"Let's go and have a look!"

"Hey, it's not about this, how did it develop into this? I didn't do anything to you."

As soon as she saw this face, Pansy was furious, and indescribable disgust and hatred burst out. She couldn't afford to offend the Weasley family now, but she could still deal with a little brat who looked so much like one of their family.

"What's your name?"

"My name is Fred Weasley. What's wrong, beautiful lady? What have I done to you?"

George squeezed past Fred and saw the little boy, who was a head shorter than him, being grabbed by his sister by the wrist.

"Okay, you—"

George placed his hands heavily on Fred's shoulders, clasped his five fingers together, and decided to teach this naughty child a lesson.

Since Harry disappeared, Ginny gave birth to a child alone and raised the little boy with great difficulty. The boy's hair turned dark red and his eyes inherited his father's emerald green eyes. He was very much loved by the Weasley family.

Fred frowned, and when he turned around and saw the other person, he was stunned.

"you--"

The magical induction between the twins made them recognize each other instantly and gave each other a big hug. The little boy was squeezed between the two big boys, and his small arms were used to support himself to create some space.

"Oh, little Harry, I'm so sorry."

After seeing the three people recognize each other, Pansy left in disappointment. Time did not soften her character. Instead, it made her more sharp and more likely to give up.

"This is strange, what's going on?" She muttered to herself as she walked out.

The two waiters working at the counter worked hard and the store was still very busy. The sunlight hit the store's sign, shortening and lengthening the shadow of the name "Joke Shop". Then the magic trick on the sign took effect and the sign changed into different colors.

Finally, the number of people in the store gradually decreased until the early morning, when the entire street was empty. The two employees in the store rubbed their sore shoulders, took a big bag of today's compensation, and locked the store door.

Fred, accompanied by George and Ginny, held little Harry in his arms and walked around Diagon Alley. He made eye contact with the annoying goblins, greeted the little wizards who came to make wizard robes, and looked at the Aurors patrolling the streets. It was said that their captain had become Ron.

Occasionally, a few shops still hang pictures of Hermione, who is said to be the greatest Minister of Magic ever.

“It’s really changed a lot.”

Fred returned to the Burrow and sat at the dining table. He looked at his mother who had cried so much that her eyes were red and swollen, his father who was trembling with white hair and didn't know what to say, Bill who had a scar on his face, the mature and steady Percy, Charlie who didn't come back, and Ginny who was sitting far away and looked lonely.

"Child—you—"

Back then, Molly was so angry that she cast two or three silent spells in a row, reducing that crazy woman Bella to ashes. She was very strong, but now she is so fragile that she seems to be broken with just a poke.

"Where's Ron? This kid is amazing. And Hermione, I knew he could achieve great things."

George forced a smile and the family fell into silence. It was obvious that this famous family, who seemed to have regained its prestige as a pure-blood family, had unknown loneliness and pain inside.

"They, they haven't been back for a long time."

"Ah, why? I understand Harry is missing, how is this possible?"

"I'm full, you guys eat first." Ginny hurried up the stairs holding her child, and Molly followed worriedly.

"Go ahead, tell me everything. There's nothing to hide from your brother. He's going to know it sooner or later anyway."

"Draco Malfoy is missing too, and Lucius is looking for him like crazy. His family is not doing well now." Percy spoke, staring at the still immature Fred, whose temperament was unexpectedly mature.

"There are rumors that he disappeared with Harry, and the two of them died together. It just so happened that Ron, Hermione, and Ginny were downstairs at Sirius's house on the day they disappeared."

Fred remembered the vicious woman he met in the store today. If he thought about it carefully, she looked very similar to Pansy in her early years. So it was normal for Pansy to like Draco and hate the culprit who caused Draco's disappearance in her mind.

"Haven't they found either of them yet?"

"Correct."

"What does that have to do with Ron and Hermione? They are Harry's good friends, they should be more worried than us."

George patted Fred on the shoulder. "Ron did it. He's not the same person anymore—"

"how is this possible?"