if i am not me

The man's hissing roar, the woman's desperate cry, the baby's helpless sobbing... Everything rushed to Harry's defenseless brain, and confusion became his only feeling now.

The splitting headache made Harry want to cut his own head open, it was so bad it reminded him of the days when he was tortured by the scar on his forehead.Shaking his head hard, he hoped to relieve some pain.This method seemed to work a bit, and gradually, he felt that his head belonged to him again, the annoying pain gradually disappeared like his hallucination, and his brain returned to function.But suddenly his still shaking head stopped at a strange angle, because he realized that he could still think, thinking like a living person.

'Have I become a ghost? 'The first thing Harry could think of was that he had become the same kind of silver transparent objects in Hogwarts, but he quickly denied this idea-his feeling at the moment and the feeling described to him by the ghosts Very different, he could clearly feel his body temperature and heartbeat.

he is alive!After being hit by countless Avada Kedavra (Avada Kedavra), he was still miraculously alive!

Surprised by this fact, great joy instantly swept over all his senses, but then he suppressed the Gryffindor-like fever, and immediately adjusted and weakened his breathing. Harry hoped that his gaffe just now didn't cause others perception.After staying quietly for more than ten minutes, the surroundings were still quiet. After confirming that there was no one else in the place he was at the moment, Harry opened his eyes cautiously.

Dim light penetrated through the gaps in the tattered planks of this low... maybe a tent.With the help of a glimmer of light that wasn't too bright, he could vaguely see that there were many sundries in the house, and the layout of the tent showed the poverty and desperation of the owner—this was a slum, even worse than anything Harry had ever seen. Those are even worse.He raised his hand habitually to push down the glasses on the bridge of his nose, but was stunned when he saw the hand.White and fat, as small as a child's hands.No familiar scars, no protruding knuckles, nothing he could see on his own body.

How is this going?Unsurely, he touched his face with his hands. There were no glasses, but his vision was still clear.

This is not his body!

'Borrowing a dead body back to life? 'Harry suddenly thought of a saying from the ancient East.It was unbelievable, but Harry had never heard of any spell that could turn a newly grown person back into a child. It was not a so-called disguise, but a real change.Harry didn't think he was strong enough to survive dozens of Avada Kedavra (Avada Kedavra), the only possibility was the mysterious 'resurrecting the dead'...

Ron...Draco!

These two names suddenly flashed in his mind, and Harry sat up suddenly: Could they have resurrected from the corpse just like himself?Yes, he knew the odds were slim, but they had died in the same place, from the same wands, including the same spell.Now that I have my own precedent here, it is not impossible, is it?

The thought made Harry tremble slightly with excitement, if that was the case...

Suddenly, a slight noise interrupted Harry's conjecture.He listened carefully, and there was a sound of footsteps in his ears—someone is coming!It was not Harry's habit to sit and wait for death. The instinct honed in countless battles made him raise his hand reflexively, but he was stunned—he didn't have a wand!He is no longer the "Boy Who Lived", not the "Harry Potter" with powerful magic power.Now he is just an unidentified baby.

At this moment, a hand lifted the dirty and dark curtain hanging in front of the door, bringing in a few gleams of light.A hunchbacked figure came in, and because of the light, Harry couldn't see his face clearly. Fortunately, that person didn't seem to notice him, and walked slowly towards a wooden box not far from the bed. .Harry's hands and feet were stiff and he couldn't even catch his breath, but he soon found that this was completely useless.With the sound of striking a match, the room was instantly shrouded in a layer of dim yellow light, and he was also exposed to the sudden light.

There was a panic in his heart at first, but then Harry looked at the strange figure generously, and he was at ease when it came, anyway, the situation would not be worse than it is now.

What came into his eyes was a very old man, his face was covered with wind and frost, his crooked back and unflexible left leg showed hidden physical diseases, his messy colorless hair was like a bird's nest The same, but the cloudy eyes seemed to be instantly clear when they saw Harry sitting on the bed.

"Little guy, you're finally awake." The voice was deep and hoarse, like a night owl chirping at night, but it didn't make Harry feel harsh.Blinking, trying not to let the emotions in his eyes that children should not have, Harry looked at him curiously, hoping that the old man could reveal more information.However, the old man was obviously a taciturn person. He didn't speak any more. He just took out a piece of dry and hard bread from his pocket, put it in the tin can on the box, moistened it with water, and walked to the "bed" where Harry was lying. Before he opened his mouth, he broke the bread into small pieces and brought them to Harry's mouth.Judging from that blunt movement, he seemed to have never done such a thing.

The bread in front of him was rough, but it didn't affect the clamor of his hungry stomach. He was really hungry.Unceremoniously, he ate the food handed by the old man one bite at a time. While eating, Harry continued to look at the surrounding environment. Although he was ecstatic that he was still alive, but now, how to survive seemed to be a problem again. new question.

There wasn't much bread, and Harry ate it all up in no time.And the old man was obviously very happy that the child who seemed to be about one year old at most was more obedient than he imagined, so he touched his head as a reward, but the caress gradually became slower and slower, and finally Harry almost I mistakenly thought that the old man fell asleep like this.

The light in the room was beginning to dim, and the candle was nearly exhausted.Just when Harry felt his neck was about to go stiff, the old man let out a faint sigh.

A murmur-like voice sounded in the room, and Harry heard him say, "Today, it must be your birthday."

Old John was definitely a tramp, and a grumpy and eccentric old tramp at that.He seems to have nothing to do after going to the almshouse every day to collect the day's bread, except, of course, to toss his lovely grandson Harry with all kinds of whimsical ideas.

Yes, this Harry is that Harry, the Harry we used to be the Boy Who Lived.

On November 1981, 11, Harry appeared in Old John's life, and on that day, he was reborn 1 years ago.surprised?There is no doubt about it, but since he can resurrect the dead, what can't happen?Harry was relieved after the scream that was about to blurt out turned into an inexplicable whimper.Maybe this is Merlin's compensation for him... he thought.

Sending himself into the bottom of despair, and then pulling him out again, fate is such a magical existence.Maybe he would vaguely return to that world in his sleep, where there were his parents, Sirius, Ron and Hermione, and even that Draco Malfoy who was always at odds with him.But the former Harry Potter is only a sad memory of the previous life after all, a memory that has been gradually forgotten.Now he is just Harry, without the dazzling title of "The Boy Who Lived", without the heroic glory of "Savior", without conspiracy, without war, without death, just simply alive, just like his deepest desire back then.

The pain of being betrayed and the pain of losing a friend were gradually healed by the torrent of time, and he learned to be indifferent and tolerant.Thinking about it now, in fact, no one was wrong at the time, whether it was him, the Order of the Phoenix or Dumbledore.Just because of different positions...

Now, when he speaks his name to his grandfather with his unstretched tongue, his new life begins. The past is irrelevant. He, Harry Johnson, only wants to live his own life. Life.

Putting down the last stack of newspapers at the door of Mr. Loisel's house, Harry, who was seven years old this year, stretched his arms and legs.Very good, at 7:30, the running training and the delivery of newspapers ended 2 minutes earlier than yesterday.Looking up at the sky, the clouds were very low and gray, which made him curl his lips. It seemed that there would be rain again today, so he had to be quicker in his training.

That's right, in addition to part-time work, there is also training. It can even be said that part-time work is just a by-product of his training.Harry remembered that from the time he was able to run and jump independently, his grandfather asked him to exercise. Although those training plans seemed unbelievable to Harry, he didn't have any complaints.Because he understands that this is the way grandpa loves him.

In the following days, in order to save time, Harry began to think about how to make this training more meaningful while training.That's how he combined part-time work and training, killing two birds with one stone.Delivering newspapers, delivering milk, weeding, it seemed that every job he could do at his age allowed him to find a corresponding training method.And he finished the rest in the remaining time, which made Grandpa very satisfied with his progress.

In fact, Harry didn't pay much attention to these things at first, even though it was really useful, but it was only because it was Grandpa's request that he worked hard to do it.In his bones, he still believed that he belonged to the magic world, and when the time came, he would naturally go back.

However, as time went by, Harry gradually wavered.

In the past few years, he has tried to cut his hair enough to amaze his grandfather, and he has also tried to provoke five or six hooligans in the past so that he had to flee around. Once he planned to escape from an abandoned three-story building. Jump upstairs.But it was useless, he didn't grow his hair back to its original shape the next day, and he didn't suddenly flee to some unknown building to escape from the beatings of hooligans. Except for the severe reprimand from his grandfather, he only got those answers that made him extremely frustrated—he , the "Savior" who once possessed magical powers comparable to the Dark Lord may have become a complete Muggle after rebirth...

Fortunately, he still has Old John.Even if he becomes a Muggle, he is still the grandson of his grandfather. He has relatives and a family.

After three o'clock in the afternoon, after finishing all the training tasks for today, Harry happily hugged the extra bread given by the proprietress of the restaurant and set foot on the way home. The bread in this restaurant is his grandfather's favorite. He could hear Grandpa singing him his favorite ballad.The road area is full of water, and the continuous heavy rain these days has made this uneven road muddy, but when I think of the cheerful melody of the folk song and the expression of my grandfather when he sang, these annoying things seem to be It's also cuter.

Suddenly, a huge thunder exploded in the sky, causing Harry to pause involuntarily.Looking up, the pattering raindrops were falling from the sky to the ground, and his hair was soon covered with countless tiny drops of water.Damn it, it seems that today he is destined to be scolded by his grandpa for getting wet in the rain.

Not long after, dark clouds drifted low above the city, and bursts of thunder and pouring rain caused pedestrians who were already in a hurry to involuntarily speed up their pace.Although Britain has entered the rainiest month of the year, thunderstorms like today's are really rare.Frowning, he hurried across the muddy road. The dirty muddy water stained Harry's trousers yellowish brown. The previous relaxed and happy mood had long since disappeared with the arrival of the torrential rain. Something seemed to spread silently in the air. This made him suddenly restless.

Fortunately, it was not far from home, and Harry, who was drenched all over, looked around while thinking about how to explain to his grandfather why he didn't take shelter from the rain in advance.There were almost no people on the street, and it seemed like everyone was smart enough to hide in the house to avoid the annoying heavy rain, not like him.With a curl of his lips, Harry stuffed the bread into his chest again, trying to ignore the surrounding noises except for the splashing of the raindrops, the deathly silence...

Finally, Harry came to the familiar intersection, and turned left naturally into the winding path. At the end of the path was the shack where he and his grandfather lived in this slum.The road conditions here are even worse. Harry glanced at the big puddles of sewage on the ground. Even it seemed to be dyed a strange color due to the weather, which made people feel disgusted...

etc.He turned his eyes away to those muddy waters.

...strange...colors...