war and peace

The author has something to say: recommend an hp fan of a foreign author, FriendorFoe, the Chinese translation is "A friend or an enemy", there is one on Du Niang~

Said that this is my favorite hp fan~ This article should have its shadow~ But I promise, my article is more ambiguous than it, and less abusive than it!And it’s definitely happyending~~(Trust me, I’ll break it~)

Some blurry images flashed in front of my eyes...

The forest is filled with fog all the year round, dark and damp, and there are deadly animals and plants everywhere... A creaking sound winds up, it sounds like something is gliding on the fallen leaves...

Scene switching.

A puddle of liquid glowing with a strange green light, and the stone basin containing them gave off a pale light... A pale and slender hand touched the surface of the liquid, and the liquid immediately dispersed into droplets and flew away from the stone basin, revealing a Roughly carved gold box...

Changed place again.

The canopy is hung with a gorgeous green gold silk curtain, and the air is filled with the smell of tranquilizing potion... The surroundings of the bed are shackled by someone, and the cold silver is reflected in the dim light of the only candle. Looking at the cold light... The bound person was struggling in pain. He didn't cry out, but he could hear the sound of heavy breathing, his curled fingers had bulging veins, and his nails were bloody from digging into the bed...

Change again.

This time it was a quiet place... The white bed curtain was more than half drawn, and a bearded man was carefully wiping the sweat of the person on the bed... A person with his back was standing in front of the window not far away , the long white hair fell down... He felt that he was overwhelmed by two emotions of jealousy and anger... At this time, the white-haired man said something, and the person sitting on the bedside replied absently... Deng Blido!Sirius!Who is that person lying on the bed?

Harry woke up with a start.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the snow-white ceiling, and he was stunned for a while before remembering the inexplicable pain.He moved his fingers and found that they didn't hurt, but they were so limp that there was no strength left.He struggled to get up, a hand reached out to support him, and helped him put a pillow behind his back. "Thanks," Harry said with difficulty, "I'm a bit out of my wits right now . . . hiss!"

The owner of that hand also looks like it needs a hospital bed.His cheeks were sunken, his cheekbones were prominent, his hair was disheveled and looked like it hadn't been done for a long time, and so was his beard.Fortunately he had put on a new robe, otherwise he would have looked like a tramp.From his anxious eyes, Harry easily recognized his godfather, Sirius.

"Did I hurt you, Harry?" Sirius asked anxiously.Before Harry could say anything, he heard a familiar voice say, "Harry awake?" It was Dumbledore!

Harry looked behind his godfather just in time to see his headmaster move away from the window and walk towards him.Harry blinked, the scene seemed familiar... His eyes fell on Sirius, who was holding a white square scarf in his hand... Almost at that moment, Harry jumped up and wanted to draw the curtain of the bed , to see who was looking at him from the opposite side, but he fell back immediately - his bones were really as soft as if they were broken up and then joined together.

"Harry!" Sirius yelled, "Don't move! Are you going to open the curtain? I'll..." He looked at Harry who was nodding violently on the bed, and quickly opened the window that had been blocking Harry's view. s things.

Opposite was an empty bed, and a window.Harry was almost staring at that place, he did dream about himself just now, but the role was wrong, someone was looking at them from the opposite side... Only Voldemort was connected to his mind... How did he get into Hogwarts?

Harry's head raced until his bed board sank slightly.He suddenly thought that Dumbledore was still in this room, and his behavior was abnormal again.Clear your mind, he said to himself, imagine the pain... and Harry succeeded, and he fell limp, a nerve throbbing deep in his body.

"Harry!" the man blamed himself, "It's all my fault..." Dumbledore raised his hand to stop Sirius' words, his blue eyes fixed on Harry's distorted face, "It seems that Harry needs Rest for a few more days."

Harry barely raised his head halfway, "Dumbledore...Professor? What's wrong with me?" He was really at a loss about this. It was true that he often went to the school hospital last time, but at least he knew the reason!What's going on this time, his whole body hurts!

"We are looking for the reason," Dumbledore said with an unusually serious face, "you have a good rest." He stood up as he spoke, "Your godfather has guarded you for three days."

Harry made a look of disbelief.three days?what happened to him?However, his expression was obviously misunderstood by Sirius as a disapproval of him, and he said guiltily: "I'm sorry for you, Harry..."

Harry interrupted him, "Godfather?" He noticed two black circles under Sirius' eyes, and he hadn't had a good night's sleep in not knowing how long.Sirius froze in place for half the night, until Harry stretched out his hands, and then he showed a look of surprise and excitement.He wanted to give Harry a bear hug, but considering his godson was not doing well, he ended up giving him a gentle hug.

There was a smile on Dumbledore's face: "Siris, it seems that Harry likes you very much." He turned to Harry and said, "You have a good friend, and Miss Granger was crying at that time." Then he playfully said He blinked his eyes, as if the seriousness just now was Harry's illusion, "I think you probably have a lot to say, so I won't bother you."

The door to the ward opened and closed, and in between Harry saw Dumbledore wagging his finger at Madam Pomfrey, not letting her in and disturbing them.

"Godfather..." Harry began.There was silence in the ward, and the person who was called nervously twisted his hands behind his back: "Harry, you can call me Sirius, huh?"

Harry showed a smile: "Well, Sirius." Sirius also smiled. He sat down by the bed and continued to wipe Harry's face. He moved violently just now and broke out a lot of sweat.

"Thank you, Sirius." Harry leaned back on the pillow, feeling the softness of the cotton wipe away the stickiness.Sirius was born in a superior family, and has always been good at serving others, but now his movements are surprisingly soft.Hearing this, the hand trembled, "Don't say that, Harry...it's all my fault..."

Harry looked up at him, and Sirius' eyes suddenly filled with tears. "If I hadn't suggested changing the Secret Keeper, Lily and James wouldn't be..." He stopped in horror, "Harry, you're not in good health, I shouldn't have brought it up at this time... "

"It's all right, I think I can handle it." Harry tried to look at his godfather with the sincerity of his eyes, convincing him that he didn't mind at all.He already knew the whole process, Sirius didn't have to blame himself so much, it wasn't his fault... "Tell me about my parents, I want to hear..."

Sirius looked at him, Harry's eyes were green and clear, and there was no haze at all.Obviously so thin, an orphan with no father and no mother, and the only godfather sent himself to Azkaban in a moment of madness... Harry, his Harry, without the care of his close relatives, has grown into a heartless Good boy... Sirius once again affirmed his negligence, with a sense of guilt, and a very gentle voice: "What do you want to know, Harry?"

"Just something you guys do, whatever..." said Harry.

Sirius was even more heartbroken.He held Harry's hand, slowly turned out the things in his memory, and told Harry one by one.

The afternoon light slanted in, and Harry felt the effects of the medicine kick in, and he fell asleep again.Sirius patted the pillow for him, tucked in the quilt, and sat on the edge of the bed watching him.Harry muttered half asleep, "You should go to rest too... Sirius... what a handsome lad you were once..."

Sirius felt that somewhere in the corner of his heart had been hit hard.Hear these words!Merlin!He couldn't believe that he had left his godson alone for ten years!What is he doing?

Harry had fallen asleep completely, his hand still holding Sirius' hand tightly.Sirius lowered his head, looked at his godson's sleeping face, leaned down and kissed him on the forehead.He will compensate him and make up for all the previous losses...

The inexplicable aftereffect of this illness was that Harry missed a whole week and a half of lessons and homework.This led to Hermione whispering beside him as he scribbled away in the library, holding his notes: "I can't believe it..." she said, "You're sicker than Tom!"

Harry stopped his quill: "When is Tom going to be okay?" Hermione marked Harry's book without raising her head and said, "About two days...I heard you are on the third day Woke up once? Madam Pomfrey told me, but you fell asleep again when I went."

Harry nodded absently. He recalled the dream again, and asked, "Where's Professor Roald?" Hermione finally glanced at him and said with a smile, "I thought you, like other boys, regarded him as a thorn in your side. ..." She lowered her head to write and scratch on the paper again, "He has returned to class, although his complexion is not very good, but at least he won't have to see Professor Snape's black face again."

Harry frowned.If what he felt was Voldemort's feeling, there is no doubt that he passed out from the pain the moment Tom looked at him. Tom is the most suspicious...the same is Professor Roald, who fell ill at the same time, um ?This shows what?

Another small voice in Harry's head began to retort: ​​You feel it too, how much does that hurt?If you, as a soul tablet recipient, have been lying in the hospital for ten days, what about the main soul?Just three days?And, what could have caused Voldemort such pain?He even tied himself to the bed!

Harry was taken aback by the idea.He had seen the shackles, but he couldn't think of any reason for Voldemort to abuse himself like this.However, he always thinks differently from normal people, doesn't he?Harry found the reason again, such as the bad taste of turning into a snake face...

With a snap, Harry was startled, and he followed the sound.Tom picked a table not far away and sat down, with a thick stack of books next to him.Harry couldn't help smacking his lips, the Dark Lord who is addicted to books?He immediately drove this thought out of his head, he is still not sure if he is...

Hermione looked up, too, with a hesitant look on her face.Harry looked at his words and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

Hermione paused for a moment, looking as if hesitating whether to tell him or not.Finally she said, "Tom isn't very happy lately..." Harry nodded understandingly, and he could see that Tom's face was worse than before, although he was always expressionless.Hermione leaned closer to his ear and whispered something quickly.

Harry's eyes widened for a moment.How could it be... Hermione told him that she suspected that Tom was dissatisfied with the different treatment he and Harry had received in the hospital?Harry thought about it carefully, and had to say that Hermione's analysis made some sense.When he went to see Tom, the Gryffindors didn't even know he was sick; when he was discharged from the hospital, not only Sirius secretly gave him a Nimbus 2000, but his classmates even greeted him with candy and flowers , Greetings are endless...

But this is even more unreasonable!Would Voldemort be unhappy about something like this?Harry looked confused, he was completely wrapped up in his own thoughts.Not far away, Tom coughed heavily twice.