[Comprehensive British and American] Robin Girl Potter

Harry bit her lip and nodded. After all the adventures of the day, she felt that she was much braver.

Stretching out her hand to hold the rusty iron door, Harry was about to push it open, but suddenly saw a wooden sign rising from the ground in front of her, emerging from the messy weeds, like a flower growing suddenly in some kind of cartoon , she cried out in fright.

"What's the matter? Harry!" Bruce immediately ran forward and hugged Harry, staring ahead vigilantly.

Harry looked intently, but there was nothing there except a wooden sign. Pointing at the sign, she turned her head and said to the two adults, "Suddenly a sign 'grows' here."

"Is that written on it?" Alfred asked.

Harry helped himself to the glasses that he stood up with tape, and slowly read, "On October 1981, 10, Lily and James Potter died here, and their daughter Harry was the only one who was killed. wizards who survived the curse. The house, invisible to Muggles, was left intact as a ruin to honor the Potters and serve as a reminder of the violence that tore their family apart.*”

There are too many things she doesn't understand in this passage... And beside these neat handwriting, there are all kinds of inscriptions, all of which mention "the girl who survived the catastrophe, someone wrote her name in shiny ink, and someone Some just carved their initials, while others wrote a message with roughly the same content - "Good luck, Harley, wherever you are.Hope you read this, Halle We are all behind you!Long live Harry Potter. "*

She didn't read these messages to Grandpa Alfred and Uncle Bruce, which made her cheeks heat up. Her parents sacrificed their lives in exchange for her own life. This is nothing to be proud of and praise, and it cannot be a reason for people to call her long live.

"Grandpa Fu...I don't understand..." Harry raised his face, "It says I'm famous too? Just because I survived?"

Regarding their own questions, Uncle Bruce and Grandpa Afu looked at each other for a long time, as if they were exchanging secrets that Harley didn't understand.

"Master Bruce, I won't make up a lie to explain the contents of this sign to hide the truth from Harry," Alfred said firmly.

Bruce looked at the old butler's serious expression, sighed, shook his head helplessly, and said nothing.

Alfred reached out and stroked the messy hair on Harry's forehead, looking into those clear green eyes that didn't know much about the world.

"Harry," Alfred swallowed, frowning, feeling that he was indeed too cruel, "Your parents are famous not only because they sacrificed for justice, but also because of you."

"……I?"

Alfred nodded, "That bad wizard we told you about, his target...is you, Harry."

Harry stared blankly at Grandpa Ah Fu, his words were very simple, but Harry didn't seem to understand a single word... Why did that bad wizard kill him?It doesn't make sense, she doesn't remember anything, she was just a baby back then.

What hurt Harry even more was... "Am I the cause of my parents' death?" she asked softly.

"No, that's not the case at all," Alfred quickly corrected Harry's opinion, "Your parents are fighting on the front line against that bad wizard, and they have the consciousness to sacrifice for the justice they uphold at any time."

"Then... why am I..."

"Because it is said that you have powers that the Dark Lord does not understand," Alfred stroked the scar on Harry's forehead, "You are a threat to his path to rule. You are the hope of the righteous side."

Harry frowned. She never thought of herself as having any strength or specialness. She must have made a mistake. "I... I'm just a weak girl, I can't even beat my cousin..."

"Harry, having 'power' doesn't mean you have to use force to suppress others. There are many kinds of 'power'. Although we don't know what your power is, we will help you find it out," Grandpa Afu said gently explained.

"What happened on the night of October 10st on the sign?" Harry tightened his grip on Uncle Bruce's collar.

"We don't know, Harry," Alfred sighed. "We asked the most respected wizard in England. Even the old man with the white beard you saw today, he doesn't know, no one knows. The only thing that is clear is Well, that bad wizard Dark Lord couldn't kill you, he just left you with this scar. And, after that, he disappeared - in a way, you did save the wizarding world. But, he may have It will come back one day."

Harry bit her lip tightly, digesting the news that turned her world upside down.One day ago, she was just a little girl in an orphanage, but today, she has become a witch with supernatural powers.

"Are you scared, Harley?" Bruce looked at Harry's white lips, lowered his head and said to the little witch in his arms, "If you are scared, we will forget this conversation, me and your Afu Grandpa, including brothers, will stand in front of you, as long as we are still alive, he will not even try to move a finger of you."

"You can be whoever you want, remember that. It's not your job to defeat the Dark Lord."

Harry let go of his biting lower lip, and looked into Uncle Bruce's firm blue eyes.She didn't cry this time, but turned her head and reread the inscription and message on the sign.Looking up at the half-bombed house, this is where she once had a home.She let herself fantasize about her life without the dark wizard—that she would grow up here, and be able to invite children over to play like Dudley had done.She might even have younger siblings, mommy will make her a birthday cake... the life she's lost has never been more real than it is now*.

Harry turned his head, his voice was weak but not trembling.

"No, I'm not scared. I'm going to face him, he killed my parents. He's a bad guy and I'm going to fight him."

In Alfred's eyes, Harry's figure seemed to overlap Bruce and Dick at this moment.It made him wonder if he was doing the right thing, or if he was making the same mistake.

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Such emotional ups and downs in a day, let alone an 8-year-old girl, these are unbearable for an adult.

As soon as Harry got into the car, he fell asleep from exhaustion, and the teddy bear was thrown aside.She's just curled up into a ball, covered with Bruce's suit.

When Harry woke up again, he was surprised to find that he was already on the plane!

This is her first time on a plane!She regretted that she actually fell asleep during the flight.

But... why is this plane different from the one on TV?Will there be only three passengers in the plane?She pulled the seat belt on her body, looked left and right - Grandpa Afu was sitting opposite her, reading a tome about high technology, saw Harley woke up, smiled at her, and told her Don't take off your seat belt, tell him when you're hungry or thirsty.

Harry nodded and saw Uncle Bruce sitting on the other side, with headphones on, typing away on his computer.

As far as the seat belt could move, Harley tried to stick to the window of the plane, looking at the clouds and the looming ocean below the clouds, feeling so beautiful that she almost forgot all the troubles before.

By the time they landed in Gotham, it was already midnight.Harry wasn't sleepy at all, and looked at the American city in the night with his eyes wide open.

This city...is different from what she imagined, but she has only seen some scenes of the United States on the few opportunities to watch TV, most of which are the brightly lit Times Square, and the capital Washington DC in the news.She doesn't actually know what most American cities are supposed to look like.

But Gotham... gave her a weird feeling.Lying on the closed car window—Grandpa Afu said nothing to open the window for Harry—Harry looked at the gloomy city street scene.There are many high-rise buildings in this city, which are about the same height as the buildings in Times Square, but it gives people a sense of time.Between buildings, distant chimneys are exposed from time to time, exhaling white gas into the dark night sky in the looming lights.

Along the way, there are gargoyles hanging from the corners of certain tall buildings, which, Harry admits, look scary.

This time, Grandpa Alfred was driving, and Uncle Bruce was holding a flat-panel monitor. Harry saw a whole street map and some red, green, and green signs on it.

As the high-rise buildings became more and more sparse, Harry found that they had already driven to the suburbs, hidden by the dark bushes, the biggest house Harry had ever seen was getting closer and closer.

When Grandpa Al Fu parked the car and dragged Harry towards the mansion, she found that she could hardly close her mouth from ear to ear.

In such a big house, you will definitely get lost if you live in it - this is the first thought in Harry's heart.It's almost like a castle, except that there is no spire, but the whole is spread out in a flat shape.With the dim light, Harry could see a looming "W" logo on the heavy door.

Walking into the gate, stepping on the thick carpet at the entrance, Harry corrected her previous opinion - this is not "like" a castle, this "is" a castle.In the corridor of the hall, Harry saw portraits and photos of family members on the wall, like sections of history unfolding in front of his eyes.

Harley felt that her eyes were not enough, she looked around along the way, if Grandpa Afu hadn't pulled her, she would have tripped.

Walking into the main hall where the faint light was leaking, not only Harry was taken aback, but even Grandpa Alfred and Uncle Bruce seemed to pause for a moment.

In the main hall, beside the only floor lamp that was lit, four young people were standing or sitting around the couch, all staring at Harry curiously.Harry quietly took a step behind Grandpa Alfred's legs.

"Dick? Tim? Where's your night watch?" Uncle Bruce asked, crossing his arms.

A young man who seemed to be the oldest shrugged his shoulders and took a step in Harry's direction, "You must have noticed that today is very peaceful, so Barbara did it for her - of course she is very reluctant, we all want to come Ah Fu's granddaughter, this will be part of our future family."

The young man named Dick squatted in front of Harley, smiled and held out a hand to her, "Hi, my name is Dick, you can think of me as your big brother."

Harry timidly stretched out his hand to hold "Big Brother"'s hand—it's full of calluses—she shook it, "Hello...my name is Harry Potter, you can call me Harry."

"...the name..." Dick couldn't help shaking.

At this time, Ah Fu, who had been silent behind his back, spoke, "Harry's name is Harriet (Harriet). Harriet is just an abbreviation, and the same name doesn't mean anything."

Alfred pointed to several other young people beside the sofa for Harry, "This is Jason, Tim, and Damian, they are all your brothers."

Harry stretched out his hand and shook it, and gently greeted several young people under the dim light, "Hello...my name is Harry Potter".

She remembered that the strongest one was called "Jason", the medium-sized one was "Tim", and the shortest and youngest one was "Damian".

Jason waved his hand lightly in reply to his greeting, Tim tilted his head curiously, and smiled gently at Harry, while Damian snorted.

"Damian, be nice, you're going to scare her," Dick said resignedly, turning around.