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There was a scar in Harry's heart.It is obviously scarred, but the wound is too hideous.

Harry is not a savior, let alone Iron Man One, he is just an ordinary person who is afraid of pain and avoids pain.

And his pain is his loved ones.

His loved ones are long gone, and he has accepted this harsh reality for as long as he can remember.He grew up and matured alone. He once longed for family affection, but in the end he had to give up those innocent fantasies.

But when he was no longer naive, Merlin gave him a chance.In the era of his parents, he could treat them as friends and brothers, laugh and have fun with them, but when he was an 11-year-old boy again, he could no longer approach them.

His parents and relatives have already died, and now the Potters, they are the relatives of another boy, they live a happy and happy life, but he, the reborn boy, is not known to them, not known by them expect.

Harry was eating his breakfast with his head down, and he raised his eyes to peek at Big Potter who received the letter from home.

Big Potter grabbed the letter with his greasy hands, quickly read the letter, put it back on the table, and picked up the package instead.It contained a large bag of chocolates, and a few odds and ends.Harry saw the boy's expression suddenly become excited, and he picked up a strange-looking object, obviously, it was a prank toy.Maybe James or Sirius smuggled it to him.

Snape had discussed the issue with him, and he looked almost exasperated at the time, asking Harry, "Why don't you just tell everything and go back to the Potters? Just for the little secret thing in your heart." Be careful?"

He acted like he hated iron, like Harry was wasting his life.

Come on, old snot, your life has been ruined by you long ago, if it weren't for me, would you still have this opportunity to accuse me now.Harry groaned silently in his heart.

But Harry just smiled, thinking of another version of himself, a completely different version of himself.The smile on Harry's face was so happy and comforting, "It's not necessary, I saw that he was doing well, and I knew he was the favorite of the family at a glance. He has already obtained happiness for me—the share that I never had the chance to get." happiness."

This was supposed to be a sad remark, but Harry showed a bright smile, a mouthful of neat little white teeth piercing his eyes in front of Snape, little Pot lying on Snotluck's desk, Leaning up to his face, he said, "And I'm quite happy now, Severus."

The conversation ended with a kiss, and the return to Potter's house passed in such a muddle.But apparently some people don't intend to just let it go.

On the third day after Big Porter had an extra "cousin", after he received a letter from his mother, he was completely enraged, and he took Little Porter hostage and rushed all the way to the principal's office.

Here's what Lily wrote back:

Mommy's Peanuts:

Obviously you want a brother like crazy.I think as long as you can put down your body and make a few friends, you won't have that kind of unrealistic idea.

Your uncle never had a baby, he was with us all the time and there was no way he could have had a boy your age.And I don't think he is a bad man who would find someone else to steal his life. Your uncle is a sincere, kind and dedicated person.

But if you really like that boy who happens to look like you, you can bring him over to your house at Christmas and Mom will welcome him warmly.

PS: Grandma said that you stole her favorite snack and wants you to pay her double when you go home tomorrow.Oh sweet Doria.

Signed: love your mother

"Professor McGonagall!" Big Potter dragged the reluctant Harry all the way into the principal's office, "Professor McGonagall, I want to go home!"

The headmistress stared at the two boys with wide eyes, her eyebrows were almost raised, as if she was offended.She was sitting at the desk writing something just now, and the tranquility in the principal's room was broken by the young master of the Potter family.

"Mr. Potter, gentlemen," Professor McGonagall's expression became severe, "I think you need a very good reason to explain why you broke into the principal's office, otherwise I will only deduct your marks. "

Harry stood behind Big Potter, as if he didn't hear Professor McGonagall's questioning, he was busy visiting the principal's office.This is the first time he has stepped here in so many years.He saw a portrait of Professor Dumbledore hanging on the wall, and the old man was dozing on his chair. This was something Harry had never seen before, and Professor Dumbledore had never shown such laziness in front of him.

Professor McGonagall obviously couldn't understand the attitude of the two of them, she asked again: "Mr. Big Potter?"

Big Potter's whole body was tense, his eyes were red, as if he might drop golden beans at any moment, "I need to go home, I have something very, very, very important to deal with! I...I want to go home... ...!" His voice became louder and louder, and finally he cried out with a "wow".

McGonagall & Harry: "..."

The old man who was dozing off in the portrait was suddenly awakened. He took off his glasses and wiped them with his sleeves, and put them on again. He looked at the two little boys and grinned.

"Your father never cried, child." Professor Dumbledore said in the portrait, and he looked at the little boy wiping his tears with a smile. "A man's tears can't be shed casually. But I heard——he died when your uncle died." I cried a lot that day, but unfortunately I didn't get to see it with my own eyes." He winked at Harry as he spoke.

Harry couldn't help but stare at Professor Dumbledore with wide eyes.He suddenly remembered that the portrait had memory, and the portrait of Professor Dumbledore obviously had all the memories he had during his lifetime, so he could be keenly aware of the abnormality.

After all, there was only one Harry Potter class in 1991, not two.

After the old man gave a sly smile like a fox, Harry quickly looked away and looked at Professor McGonagall again.

"Albus, please don't make any more trouble." Professor McGonagall's expression can be described as horror. She is really not a person who can coax children, so she can only smile and say: "Crying can't be me The reasons for your leave of absence, Mr. Big Porter, and I will certainly ask your parents to sue you."

Big Potter choked for a moment, he stared at Professor McGonagall with wide eyes, and stopped crying hesitantly.Aggrieved and innocent, he looked back at Harry behind him, as if he was thinking about the feasibility of two plans—should he ask for leave, or should he invite his parents.

Professor McGonagall was satisfied with Mr. Potter's reaction, and she asked, "Now, tell me, what do you need to go back in such a hurry?"

Big Potter blurted out: "I found my brother!" He pulled Harry over and explained eagerly, "We are actually blood brothers!"

Professor McGonagall said in surprise: "Mr. Potter, what you say should be based on evidence. Do you have any evidence to prove that this is true?"

"Me, we are almost identical! Isn't that enough?"

"But I don't think you are the same at all." Professor McGonagall replied, "Harry has both good character and academic excellence, but you, Mr. Big Potter, you trample on the school rules like grass on the side of the road. Harry is a You are a gentle and polite child, but you always don't get along well with your classmates. How are you similar?"

Yes, another Harry is completely different.He is like a copy of his father, he doesn't follow the rules and behaves recklessly, he is even worse than his father, because no child wants to be friends with him, an outspoken young master.

The boy's eyes turned red again, he opened his mouth in despair, and finally, he said, "We look alike."

Professor McGonagall looked at Harry, and Professor Dumbledore in the portrait also showed an intriguing expression.

Principal McGonagall stood up and walked in front of the boys. She bent down and looked at Big Potter, "Didn't you call him your brother just because you wanted a friend? Little Mr. Potter is an orphan, you can't give him a friend." Let him destroy his happiness again, right?"

This long series of words confused the boy, he looked at Professor McGonagall blankly, "I...we are brothers..."

Harry looked at Big Potter, then at Professor McGonagall and the enthusiastic Professor Dumbledore in the portrait, and tugged at Big Potter's hand.

This really caught Big Potter's attention. The boy turned his head abruptly. He straightened his neck and stared at his eyes, and said loudly as if he was about to desperately say, "You are my brother! I know—!"

Some things can't be explained, the boy can't figure out why there is a person who looks so similar to him, and he doesn't understand why he ran away in panic when he saw him for the first time.It was even more unclear where the unreasonable sense of closeness came from, and that feeling even drove him to hold the boy's hand.

He always remembered how happy and joyful he was when he held Harry's hand.It was as if they were supposed to be brothers.

Professor McGonagall patted the emotional boy, "Well, since you insist, then I have reason to believe that you have your own reasons, right? But Hogwarts is a boarding school, I can't let you easily Go home—" Professor McGonagall continued before Big Potter could speak, "but I can ask your parents to come to school, okay?"

"Yes!" replied the boy loudly. "Thank you for your kindness, Professor McGonagall!"

The smile on Professor McGonagall's face froze for a moment, obviously she wasn't very used to the boy's overly flattering compliments, "Okay, okay, go back to class, I will notify you to come over then."

After sending away the two children, Professor McGonagall shook her head in confusion. She picked up the pen and paper and planned to write a letter to the Potters. Fleurs never had a child..."

"Who knows," said Dumbledore, sitting in the portrait, "maybe we should call Sirius, of course, and Severus, instead of going straight to James and Lily. We—or Let's figure it out first, don't you?" The old man blinked, looking as slick as he was when he was alive.

~~~~~~~~~

Find Sirius Black, it will definitely be a tragedy.

This big black-haired dog has inherited the genes of the Black family, which made him grow into an outstanding and handsome man, but he is by no means a person with a lot of sympathy, and it is impossible to care about a person who is just with him. Teach boys who look alike.But—he hated Snape.

They had been rivals, and they had been friends.But now, they have become enemies.

As long as he had anything to do with Snape, Sirius hated it, even if it was just a little bit of sesame and green beans, he would never let Snape feel better.There was no reason for this hatred, but it was so strong.

When Harry was dragged into the headmaster's office by Snape, he saw Sirius squatting in front of the fireplace, hugging his godson.He's in his early thirties, but looks like he's only 27.With a smile on his face, he whispered to the boy in front of him.

That should have belonged to Harry.

But Harry just watched, he wasn't jealous.That is indeed what he should have, he has all the love of his godfather Sirius Black, but... his down-and-out godfather has already died a heroic battle.

He didn't want to go back to the Potters because it would be disrespectful to those who had died for him.They gave everything for him, and he couldn't forget them just because of his selfish heart, even if they were happy now, they were also his relatives.

And now, just right, he saw them happy, and he saw Sirius rubbing his other self lovingly.This is enough.

Harry stood behind Snape, staring at the father and son with wide eyes, trying to engrave this scene firmly in his mind.

What a sincere and touching scene!It's a pity that Snape's expression didn't match that of a literary film at all. The moment he saw Black, his face instantly stretched out.If it weren't for the physiological conditions of the flesh and blood, the snotlite would rather stretch his face as long as Dumbledore's beard, it's so frightening!

"Well, well—" Snape's ending sounded long, fully expressing his arrogance and contempt, "Long time no see, Mr. Black."

Black turned his head and looked at Snape coldly. He frowned and snorted coldly, but broke his voice in surprise, making an ugly sound as if his neck had been stepped on.Sirius opened his eyes wide, looking at the little boy behind Snape in surprise.

"I said we're very similar, right?" Big Potter seemed to have finally found someone who agreed with him, and ran over to pull Harry out so that the godfather could have a closer look.

Snape frowned angrily, slapped his outstretched hand away, and took half a step to the side, completely blocking Harry behind him.

Sirius Black slowly looked away and calmed down.

The boy didn't look like his godson, he looked kinder, more docile, he looked more like... Harry.But it was just a similarity, Harry was already dead, and his cold body had been buried in the ground as early as 11 years ago.

He twitched the corner of his mouth stiffly, as if he was making a dispensable movie review, and said to his godson: "He is indeed very similar, but as far as I know, your uncle has no children. You and his It's just a resemblance."

Snape looked at Sirius in disgust, he hated this tone, as if treating others as commodities, judging like no one else.He let out a loud mocking sound, "Yeah, he just has a face similar to someone's." As he said that, he turned around, grabbed the little boy with green eyes in his arms, and pulled him away. The door left.

The little boy's eyes widened in fright, he consciously put his arms around Snape's neck, and took a last look at Sirius Black, his vision was blocked by the closed door.

"...they..." Sirius stared blankly at the closed door, and he saw the little boy's eyes, which were clear green.They used to joke that Harry's eyes were toad green, but the clear color was too beautiful for him to forget.

Sirius frowned, his expression turned from serious to angry.His eyes were firmly fixed on the door, and his face gradually became contorted.

He hated Snape.

Harry was a good guy, he was almost an angel compared to Snape, who was hated by everyone.

But Snape gave up on him and betrayed him without hesitation!

Why doesn't he insist?Why doesn't he resist! ?He sacrificed a man who loved him with all his heart for his good name!

He had never seen anyone as hypocritical and selfish as Snape, and now, for his own sake, he stretched out his disgusting hand to an innocent little boy, just because he and Harry resemblance.

He has gained a good reputation, and now, he is delusional about getting the love that he has already trampled on.

He hated Snape, hated him to the point of gnashing his teeth and piercing his heart.

At this moment, the innocent little boy was lying on Snape's shoulder, hugging Snape's neck lazily and happily.He is now 11 years old, no matter whether it is psychologically or physically, he is not an age to be carried and walked.He should have been uncomfortable, but the snotlite's arm was under his ass, holding him firmly, giving him a sense of security and... a sense of belonging that he had never felt before.

Or in other words, we can interpret this subtle feeling as—Mr. Snape's arrogance was accidentally leaked, and Little Pott's ass was tight, his eggs were itchy, and his ass was soft, and he lay down at the feet of the snot-nosed man.

"You've never hugged me like this before." Harry rolled his eyes, experiencing this feeling for the first time.

Snape grinned, showing a complete jerk expression, "I can 'hug' you in any position, as long as you ask me."

Harry: "..."

The boy blushed and quickly looked around. Fortunately, there was no one in the corridor, otherwise they would definitely be on the front page of tomorrow's newspaper.

Snape squeezed the boy's butt maliciously, lowered his voice and whispered in the boy's ear, "I'll wait for the day you beg me—"

"...Snape!" Harry cried out unbearably, struggling to jump off.

Snape strangled Harry hard, held him tightly in his arms, and strode towards the office, "Two points deducted from Gryffindor for disrespecting the professor."

Pote's face was so red that it was about to bleed, he made a hissing sound from his throat, and cursed through gritted teeth: "You... old bastard!"

Snape raised his eyebrows happily, "Gryffindor will deduct two more points for the same reason as above."

He reached out to open the door of the office and walked in. He was about to close the door when suddenly, a hand rested on the door.

Sirius prevented Snape from closing the door, he looked in shock at Snape and the blushing abnormal little boy in his arms.The extraordinary intimacy seemed too ambiguous, even morbid—a 31-year-old man and an 11-year-old child—which made Sirius sick.

"I've flattered you, Snape, you're worse than a beast!"

Harry looked at Sirius in surprise, and those bright and lovely green eyes stung him even more.Sirius' face became even paler: "You don't deserve Harry's love—you don't deserve any affection, even respect! There is no one in this world dirtier than you! You scum— —!”

Compared to Sirius' anger, Snape was almost at ease.He looked at Sirius Black, stretched his hand across the boy's face, just so blatantly, kissed his lips heavily.

Sirius let out a hysterical roar, he pulled out his wand like crazy and pointed at Snape, "Crucio—!"