May the world be kind to you

"Reculus is an unsung hero, and I'd rather be an unsung hero." -Harry Potter

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When he came to the Burrow again, Harry felt that it was a lifetime away.

After the funeral, the work and life of the Weasley family gradually got on the right track like many ordinary wizards.

Charlie returned to Romania; Bill moved back to the Burrow with Fleur, and the work was transferred to Gringotts in Diagon Alley; Hermione, Percy and Arthur followed Kingsley and were busy with various complicated affairs after the war; George was busy In the preparations for The Whiskey Workshop; Ron, Harry and other volunteers joined the Auror Division as trainee Aurors to hunt down and clear the remaining dark forces - formal Auror qualifications have to wait until they return to school to complete their studies It can only be obtained after passing the NEWTs exam.

Therefore, the Burrow during the day is basically only Molly, Fleur, and Ginny who is waiting for Hogwarts to return to school after rebuilding. It is taken for granted that at night, I see her husband and son, the future daughter-in-law, and Harry, who is like a son. How happy Molly was to be home.

"Honey, it's great to see you all coming home safely!" Molly hugged her family and Harry and Hermione in turn, and then turned to see her son's profile: "Fred, can you Prepare……"

The restaurant suddenly fell into a dead silence.

In the end it was Molly who broke the silence first.

"Ah, I'm sorry," her eyes were slightly red, but there was a smile on the corner of her mouth: "I forgot again..."

"Mom, look at me." George quickly put his arms around his mother's shoulders, but turned his head to the other side so that Molly could only see half of his face: "I'm Fred." The half of the ear turned to her: "This is George."

Molly's smile deepened, and the corners of her eyes became more red: "I know, you and Fred are one. Don't always emphasize it."

George tried to shrug his shoulders but failed, and finally just raised it heavily: "So Mom, don't need to apologize, you didn't make a mistake."

"George," Bill patted him on the shoulder seemingly inadvertently: "How is the preparation of the magic workshop going?"

"It's going well. It will be officially opened in two or three months."

"Then, how about asking Fleur to help?" Bill put his arms around his beloved wife, "She told me she didn't want to be idle."

Patsy raised her eyebrows: "Wow, Bill, you are willing to let Fleur show her face?"

"It doesn't matter," Furong said tenderly on her beautiful face, her French accent was no longer a lot of pure English: "We are a family."

Ron tried hard to make a grimace: "I really can't imagine how popular the magic workshop will be in the future."

Hermione gave him a tearful look.

Harry smiled and stuffed the food into his mouth, but he couldn't taste it.

"I'm sorry, Ginny."

After the meal, under the deliberate booing of George and Ron, Harry accompanied his ex-girlfriend out of the house rather awkwardly.The two of them strolled along the path in front of the Burrow, letting silence replace their old intimacy.It wasn't until the moment before he was about to suffocate that Harry finally broke the silence, but the words he said made the atmosphere even more dignified.

"I'm not surprised at all that you would say that." The red-haired girl froze for a moment, then she relaxed and looked at the black-haired young man next to her indifferently: "Actually, I have always understood that you just regard me as your younger sister." .”

Harry's eyes widened in surprise.He thought he was sincere to Ginny during the relationship, how could she...

"Didn't you ever find out?" Ginny smiled slightly: "You are tolerant and loving to me, but you lack the passion that lovers should have. You are actually more like a 'boyfriend' titled brother."

"...I didn't expect you to see it more clearly than I do." Harry was silent again, and smiled wryly after a long while: "In your eyes, whether as a boyfriend or a brother, I am unqualified."

"Perhaps, you're just more suitable to be a hero." The girl chuckled, and then turned serious: "Harry, please keep this matter from mom for now, and I'll tell them when they get out of the pain. Is that okay?" ?”

"Of course." The guilt in Harry's eyes deepened, "This is what I owe you. I owe..." I owe Ginny's love, I owe Fred's life, I owe Weasley's joy... After all, I still put all my thoughts All pressed back to the bottom of my heart: "It's too late, I'll go back first, and you should go to bed earlier."

"Good. Goodbye, Harry."

The girl smiled and watched him disappear into the night.

Frankly speaking, she doesn't know whether she has an adoring obsession with Harry or a habitual dependence.But she knew that Harry was definitely not in love with her.Perhaps, heroes and ordinary people belong to two different worlds, and it should be the greatest luck to have a family relationship with him without the slightest blood relationship.

Boyfriend or brother, as long as Harry is always with Weasley, it doesn't matter what status he is.

Ginny looked up at the twinkling stars in the sky, and took advantage of the opportunity to cover up the drops of water that slipped from the corners of her eyes and disappeared into the roots of her hair.

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"Harry, here you are. What are you going to tell us today?"

Colin held up the camera to look around and clicked the shutter. When he saw the person pushing the door, he immediately put down the camera and walked forward happily.

The people around also put down what they were doing and chimed in.

"The last time I talked about Voldemort possessing Quirrell's head... Merlin's socks, I dare to call Voldemort by his name now, it doesn't feel so good!"

"As a student of Hogwarts, why can't I encounter such a thrilling adventure?"

"To hear the idol tell his own unknown story in person, life is complete!"

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After the war, the Ministry of Magic built a memorial room in the middle of the hall for all wizards to look up and remember the fallen war heroes.It sounds like it should be a very solemn and solemn place, but the actual situation is slightly different.Of course, this was usually only seen by Harry alone.

Being able to become comrades-in-arms with the hero in my heart, and it can be regarded as having experienced life and death, and most of them are young people, so it should be completely understandable to be more talkative and lively.

Harry looked at the vivid figures on the portrait apologetically: "Sorry, I can only stay for a short while today, and continue another day, is that okay?"

The room suddenly sounded one after another regretful wailing.Harry felt even more sorry, and when he was about to say something more, a gloomy snort made the whole room fall silent.

Well, of course, not everyone can understand their fuss.

Harry walked to the portrait and looked up at the man in the old black robe inside.

"Shut down your stupid sympathies, Potter. Your vain experiences serve no purpose other than to make them noisier! Perhaps your troll's mind imagines that they can bring the dead back to life?"

"Professor Snape, I..." Harry murmured, speechless.

"Why are you so cruel to our little Harry, Sev," the playful voice just sounded, and there was already a figure in Snape's picture frame, and it was very bold to put his arms around his shoulders like a sticking spell Lie on the ground: "Look at how little Harry is scared by you."

Before the words fell completely, Fred was suddenly thrown out and fell to the ground. Snape's face and tone became even more gloomy and cold:

"Get away from me, Weasley. And, who gave you the guts to call me that?!"

"George is not next to me, of course I can only rely on you. Besides, you can't deduct my college points, so what should I be afraid of?" Fred didn't take his cold face seriously at all. , got up with a smile and posted it again: "Remus and Dora can still go home to visit little Teddy, but we can only stay here and wait for others to come and see, how can we survive the long years ahead if we don't have some fun by ourselves ? Do you think so, Sev?!" The last two words were deliberately bitten hard, and there was a glaring expression on his face that was too angry to be beaten.

Snape's face livid.

Harry quickly turned his head to look at the empty portrait next to Snape, concentrating as if the Lupines would suddenly appear in the next second, until he was sure that he had controlled his facial expressions before quietly turning to other people - some were snickering, Some were giving Fred a thumbs up, and some actually got together in the same frame to start a bet.

Worthy of being a twin.No matter when and where, as long as they are there, there will always be joy.

Harry was filled with emotion, and slowly became stunned.It would be great if these youthful hustle and bustle could come alive in reality.Unconsciously leaning against the wall, his expression has gradually become trance——

They are still so young.

"Fred," murmured in a voice so soft that it seemed as if it would drift away at any moment: "How I wish that the magic workshop can invent something that can revive the portrait..."

"...Impossible, Harry," Fred, who didn't know when he returned to his frame, heard Harry's almost inaudible ardent expectations, and there seemed to be a hint of sadness in his cheerful voice: " All magic is ineffective on portraits. Because they are only images that retain the last trace of consciousness of the dead."

Harry woke up suddenly with a shock all over his body. He looked at Fred for a long time but couldn't say a word. Finally, he could only leave the memorial room silently.

Life is never perfect.After all, the things that have disappeared have left his life forever. Compared with those unrealistic fantasies, it may be more meaningful to cherish the present.

Sighing, Harry went upstairs to Hermione's office, and was not surprised to see another friend of his sitting in it.

"Harry, what's the matter with you?" Hermione's eyes were full of worry: "It's been a while since the war ended, why is your face still so bad?"

"Don't worry," Harry smiled to reassure his friend, "I just didn't sleep well."

"'Don't worry'?" Hearing that, Ron was a little annoyed: "Did you take a good look in the mirror? Headless Nick is even rosier than you! Hurry up and go home to sleep!!"

"...can't fall asleep," Harry said amusedly, stopping his friend's eagerness to escort him home immediately, but what came to his heart was more moved, "There are always various things in my mind. If this is the case, why not?" Let’s come and see what we can do.”

"Is there anything to do? The number of Death Eaters on the run has dwindled, and the Aurors can basically handle it." Ron stared into Harry's eyes, as if intending to knock him out at the first chance Going home, "Kingsley still has a conscience, and will not order us interns at will unless he has to."

"Harry, the Aurors in the wizarding world will still function without you," Hermione also disapproved, "Don't take everything on yourself. You really need to take a good rest for a while."

"...I will." Harry nodded casually and changed the topic: "Hermione, isn't the Ministry of Magic planning to rectify Professor Snape's name? Why hasn't his portrait been hung in the Hogwarts headmaster's office yet?" ?”

"The name has been rectified." The friend's deliberate avoidance caused Hermione to narrow her eyes slightly, but she did not hold on to this question, but gave a concise answer: "It will be moved when it is rebuilt."

"That's good." Harry was finally able to relax and focus on other things: "By the way, when is Malfoy's trial?"

Hermione took out a thick record book from the neatly arranged record books on the desk and looked through it.

"It's three o'clock this afternoon. Do you want to attend?"

"No..." Harry hesitated for a moment: "I want to testify in court."

Ron spat out the water he had just drank with a "poof".

"Ahem...Malfoy is Voldemort's number one follower!" He coughed and yelled loudly, "And you...ahem...you want to defend them?!"

"It's not a defense, it's just stating the facts." Harry looked at his friend helplessly: "Draco and Narcissa's help played a big role in the final victory, didn't they?"

"So what?!" Ron knew that Narcissa had saved Harry in the Forbidden Forest, but he still couldn't lower his voice: "If it wasn't for that ferret that lured the Death Eaters into the school, how could the war break out? Frey How could Germany die?!"

Harry's face turned pale for a moment, but he still maintained a calm and gentle tone: "Ron, the purpose of the trial is to be fair and just. I'm just going to tell the truth, and the Wizengamot's verdict is beyond my control. "

"But……"

"Harry's right, Ron." Hermione interrupted her boyfriend's objection that she wanted to continue: "It's not Gryffindor style to hide the truth, and it has nothing to do with who the other party is. But Harry, She looked at her friend thoughtfully: "I hope you really understand what you are doing."

Harry felt that he couldn't hide from such sharp eyes, but he met his friend's sight firmly.

"Yes, Hermione, I know that."

"Then I have one condition." Hermione nodded and didn't ask any further questions: "Go to Kingsley and resign as an intern Auror. Starting tomorrow, you are not allowed to meddle in anything related to the Auror Division."

Harry was tongue-tied for a long time before he could find his voice to protest: "Do you want me to waste my life doing nothing all day long?!"

"You can find something else to do." The witch was completely unmoved, "For example, go to see the progress of Hogwarts' reconstruction, for example, make some preparations for returning to school, and for example," she grinned suddenly: " Go talk about a relationship."

Ron squirted the water out again.

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"Master Harry, you got off work so early today?"

Kreacher was surprised to see his master who was supposed to be at work appear at home.

On the day the Dark Lord died, Master Harry found him specifically and asked him if he would like to stay at Hogwarts or go back to Grimmauld Place together.Master Harry was the best person to him besides Master Regulus, so he chose to go home without hesitation.

"Hermione forced me to quit my job," Harry replied with a wry smile.

"I knew it! Mudbloods don't have any good things!" The elf yelled angrily, "They're despicable, dirty, and dirty. Kreacher is blind to be friendly to her! Kreacher is too stupid to believe in Mudbloods." The false small favors ended up killing Master Harry! Kreacher has no face to live anymore..."

"Stop, stop!" Harry stopped the elf's self-mutilation from hitting his head against the wall in time: "You misunderstood Kreacher, Hermione just wanted me to rest in peace."

Kreacher stopped yelling and looked at Harry suspiciously, with anger still in his big eyes: "Is what Master Harry said true? Didn't you lie to Kreacher?"

"Really, I won't lie to you. I'm going back to my room to sleep for a while. Don't call me before dinner, okay?" He didn't understand why he was still so tired after the war was over. The illusion of being more tired than a day.

Kreacher kept nodding, muttering about how to prepare such and such delicious food for the young master at night.

Shaking his head, Harry went upstairs to his room, took off his coat, kicked off his shoes casually, and fell into bed.

Closing his eyes, what appeared in his mind was the details of getting along with Kreacher.What Hermione said was right, as long as you show kindness to the elves and be friendly to them, you can get their wholehearted loyalty.Isn't Dobby the best example?And didn't the stubborn Kreacher also change his attitude?

When thinking of Hermione, he inevitably thought of today's Inquisition, and then he thought of the Malfoy family, he thought of the Great War, he thought of the many dead people, he thought of the remnants of the Death Eaters who were still fleeing...

The mind that was emptied for a moment when I just lay on the pillow was slowly filled with various thoughts, and the chaos interspersed with sinking and appearing, and gradually became a trance, unable to distinguish whether I was thinking wildly or dreaming vaguely.

Like every night in the past.

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Although they had the title of "Training Aurors", except for the fact that they were really busy just after the war, they didn't really have much to do, and spent most of their time at their respective homes.

Harry, on the other hand, had the illusion that "it's all the fault of the resignation". For a while, he was lazy and couldn't talk about anything, and he didn't even want to come out.

But you can't just sit on the sofa all day in a daze.

He unconsciously walked up the stairs and looked up slowly, only to see that the former mansion had already become dark and dilapidated after various accidents and changes.Suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration, and he knew what he could do.

"Kreacher, although there are only two of us left, this is still a home after all. So, would you like to clean the house with me?"

The elf agreed repeatedly excitedly, with tears in his big gray eyes.

Then, with the help of spells such as "clear water like a spring", "restore as before", "clean up" and so on, the two cooperated seamlessly to make the whole house look brand new.

The old dust and dirt were removed, the damaged furniture and buildings were restored, the faded carpets and curtains were bright again, and the dark doors and windows were clean as before.

Finally came to the fifth floor.

One person and one elf fell silent at the same time, and the relaxed and happy atmosphere before suddenly disappeared.

"Kreacher," Harry bent down and looked straight into the eyes of the elf, "You should be very familiar with Regulus' room?"

"Of course, Master Harry," the elf's deep voice became hoarse due to choking: "Kreacher remembers everything about Master Reculus clearly."

"Then Kreacher, you are in charge of this room." Harry pointed to the small sign that said "RAB": "You can freely change everything in the room, and you can also put all your babies in it, and I assure you that I will never step into this room without your permission."

Kreacher stared blankly at Harry for a while, and it took him a while to comprehend his meaning, then knelt down and hugged his leg with a plop, crying loudly.

"Thank you, thank you, Master Harry, thank you..."

Harry smiled and pulled him up.

"You should thank Hermione, she taught me to be kind to elves."

"Kreacher will thank Miss Granger." The elf nodded straightly, twitching, "From now on, Master Harry's friends will also be Kreacher's friends, and whoever Master Harry likes, Kreacher will also like, good for Master Harry Kreacher will treat him well..."

Harry smiled, turned and gently opened the other door.

The godfather's room, he has to tidy up with his own hands.

"Master Harry?"

When Kreacher's voice sounded again, Harry was standing in a tidy room with clear windows and talking to the picture on the wall.I don't know if it was his illusion, but his father, Remus and godfather seemed to smile more tenderly at him.

"What's the matter, Kreacher?"

The elf seemed very shy and coy: "I would like to ask the young master to visit Master Regulus' room."

Harry blinked in surprise, but nodded in agreement immediately, and happily headed to the bedroom, which had also been restored to its old look.Hearing the excited elf's introduction of every item in the room, his eyes unconsciously settled on the Seeker in the photo of the Slytherin Quidditch team.

The younger brother of the godfather must have been as old as himself when he died.Strictly speaking, he should be the first hero sacrificed in this war, but he has not been rectified until now, and he cannot even have a portrait.He is obviously so brave and kind!

Harry sighed secretly, he didn't notice that Regulus' eyes in the photo suddenly lit up for a moment, and when he turned around, his attention was completely attracted by the scene in front of him.

As if an invisible hand is tearing away an invisible curtain, the bedroom is changing at a speed visible to the naked eye.The furniture has moved, the decoration has changed, some items have disappeared, but many things that did not exist have appeared out of thin air.

In just two seconds, the whole room has completely changed.

Harry stared dumbfounded at the elf staring at him excitedly, his eyes were so eager as if he had been possessed by Regulus, he couldn't help shivering.

"It turns out that Master Harry is the one Master Regulus has been waiting for!"

It was said that Harry subconsciously searched around the room, but did not find any trace of a suspected ghost.

"……What's the meaning?"

"Master Regulus cast a spell on the room. He told Kreacher that the first person to enter the spell must be regarded as the new master, and he must be as loyal to the new master as he was to him and absolutely obey the new master's instructions." Any order." The elf looked surprised and ashamed: "Kreacher didn't expect the new owner to be Master Harry! Kreacher was so rude to Master Harry before, Kreacher really deserves to die!"

Harry stopped the elf's self-punishment with a headache: "Kreacher, can you speak more carefully? I don't understand."

The elf handed him a thick and eye-catching envelope on the desk: "Master Harry will understand after reading this letter."

Harry dubiously took the blank envelope without any signature, took out two pieces of parchment inside, and just opened it, the title on the letter made him realize:

"Dear Sirius..."

He quickly browsed through it and carefully read it word by word, then picked up another piece of parchment, and couldn't help sighing after seeing the words written on it clearly.

Before his death, Regulus was still worrying about the Black family, pinning his faint hopes on his elder brother.But how could he have predicted what would happen next?The Godfather was imprisoned in Azkaban for 12 years. He escaped from prison and then passed away forever. In the end, he missed the best time to make up for his regrets. The Black family also embarked on a doomed decline.

Refolding the parchment and stuffing it back into the envelope, Harry hesitated for a moment before putting it back in its place.

Before leaving, I looked back again and the room returned to its original appearance.

Just leave everything as it is.

Perhaps, this was the only thing he could do for Regulus.