[HP] Harry and the Platypus go to Gringotts

To live in peace with the Dursleys, rule number one was not to ask any questions.The first question Harry remembered asking Aunt Petunia was how she got that faint scar on her forehead.

"It was left in the car accident where your parents were killed," said my aunt. "No questions, understand?"

"I see." Harry replied obediently, although he didn't understand at all.

In the first grade of elementary school, she understood the meaning of the car accident through the school's traffic safety lectures; later, when she read the No.18 "Book of Job" in the "Hebrew Bible", Harry finally knew the meaning of "death" What is meant.Since a man's days are limited, and his months are with you, and you have set his limits, that he may not pass them, turn your eyes away from him, and let him rest until he finishes his days like a hired laborer. .Job said so.The waters of the sea are exhausted, and the rivers are dried up.It is the same with people, who lie down and never get up, and when the sky is gone, they will not wake up, nor will they be awakened from sleep.

It turned out that Mom and Dad were asleep, so they didn't come to look for her.Well, eight-year-old Harry thought, if there was a choice between other relatives coming to pick her up or nothing at all, relatives would do.Hidden in a dark cupboard, she often orchestrated initial meetings alone, talking for hours to imaginary relatives.Harry always plays two identities at the same time, half of the time as a stranger, and half of the time as himself asking and answering questions in a low voice.Sometimes, the person disappeared for a few days at a time, maybe because Harry was thinking of something more attractive about himself to tell him when they met, or maybe because she had a new plan to make her The other party took him to do it together after leaving the Dursley's house.Some days passed like this, and Harry suddenly realized with embarrassment that this was just talking to himself, when she knew in her heart that she had no relatives in the world other than the Dursleys.Then that person really disappeared and never appeared again, even in a dream.

When Harry was 14 years old, at noon on a cold Saturday before Christmas, it happened like this: the school owl delivered to her at the Slytherin table a small roll of paper with the headmaster's slender Circular lettering - I sincerely hope you will come to my office at four o'clock in the afternoon, Harry, and the password is Coconut Sorbet.

Looking up to the teacher's bench, Professor Dumbledore was looking in this direction and winked at her, so after leaving the library at four o'clock, Harry went to the headmaster's office on the eighth floor full of doubts.Seeing the old man waiting for her at the top of the spiral staircase, she stopped at the bottom of the stairs and asked, "Why do you want to see me, professor?"

Dumbledore looked strangely in a good mood. "I've been asked to deliver a message for you, Harry. That's why."

"Oh." She walked slowly up the stairs to the second floor of the office, and began to understand that this must be a good thing.

"—Ginny, Ginny... listen to me, you know—God, God bless me!"

After leaving the office, she dragged the friend who came with her outside the door to turn around, hugged each other a few times, and was crazy like a little girl for a while.By the time she stopped, Ginny was out of breath and dizzy.Ginny reached out to support the wall and stood there for a few seconds so as not to fall, "What's wrong?" she asked, "What did Dumbledore tell you?"

"He invited me to spend Christmas with him! I didn't mean Dumbledore invited me - I mean, my godfather - he asked Dumbledore to ask me if I would like to go to him for Christmas break."

"That's great, I'm so happy for you." Ginny looked very blank, "What time did he say?"

"When? Christmas is of course Christmas time. I have to go back to my dormitory to pack my things. The Hogwarts Express train left yesterday, but the headmaster said that Sirius would come to pick me up from the castle at midnight."

"But there's a dance on Christmas night."

"Yes, the Yule Ball. You're right, I did forget about it." Harry tiptoed and pulled Ginny into a six-eight-beat twirling dance all the way to the stairs, where Released Ginny's hand and curtseyed. "Okay, my session is over here, it's time to pack your bags. Merry Christmas, Ginny, and you'll have fun at the ball too!" When she said goodbye to Ginny, she still couldn't hold back her face. on the smile.

...From the moment I knew you were coming to see me at the Dursleys, sir, I had a strangely familiar feeling about you—

I didn't finish the sentence in my heart, because this kind of imagination is no longer necessary.As the suitcase was locked, his emotions gradually eased. Harry stood in front of the bedroom window, watching the water of the Black Lake outside, waiting for midnight to arrive.After the curfew, the Slytherin students who stayed at school for the holidays went back to their dormitories in twos and threes.There are suddenly many more seniors who choose to stay at Hogwarts this year, presumably to attend the traditional dance of the Tournament.Harry sat alone in the armchair, staring at the flames in the fireplace, and there was a hard-earned peace in the room that made her feel good.However, when twelve o'clock was approaching, it was not the headmaster but Snape who walked into the lounge.

"Potter." Snape called her name, and then stood there looking at her expressionlessly, as if thinking.Harry almost thought that something bad was going to happen—she made up her mind that no matter what reason he wanted to punish her for doing anything, she would never agree this time, but would protest to the end.She jumped up from her chair.Maybe it was because of the provocative expression on Harry's face, but at the same time he seemed inexplicably terrified, and a hint of doubt flickered in the Potions Professor's cold black eyes. "Take your things and follow me, this is the principal's instruction." After he finished speaking, he turned and left.

"Where are we going?" She followed with her luggage, "Why did the headmaster ask you to come?" If Harry usually talked to him like this, Snape would definitely get angry at her for disrespecting the teacher.This time he said nothing, and continued to stride ahead, looking like a slighted boy forced to pass his tormentors without heeding.

They arrived at the office of the head of Slytherin.It was a dark room, with hundreds of glass bottles on the shelves, slimy specimens of animals and plants floating in colorful potions.She was wondering why Snape brought her here when she heard Snape say in a low voice, "I brought her as you said."

"Great. Thank you, Severus." Dumbledore stood up from the high-backed armchair facing the door, startling Harry. "Good evening, Harry. I Guess you have questions about why you're here," he said.

She nodded.Could it be that Sirius couldn't come?

"You know, I don't mean to brag - there are always a lot of people watching my every move at any time, and it is not the best choice for an officially recognized criminal to arrive at Hogwarts from the fireplace in the headmaster's office. For West Reese's whereabouts were not revealed, and your Headmaster kindly provided his fireplace, and you have him to thank for that, Harry."

Judging from Snape's expression, it was definitely not something he did voluntarily.Harry hesitated, then whispered to him, "Thank you, Professor."

Snape frowned in disgust.He looked at Dumbledore before saying, with his eyes reluctantly fixed on the floor, "I accept your thanks."

"Sirius should be here soon." Dumbledore said, looking at the clock on the wall.As if to confirm the principal's words, the flame in the office fireplace rose sharply and turned green.Sirius stepped out of the fire. "Harry! And Albus." His lilting tone dropped as soon as he caught sight of another person in the room, "—oh, it's you."

Snape snorted through his nose, and the two men stared at each other viciously, with expressions of extreme hatred on their faces.

"Christmas, the day of family reunion." Sitting at the desk, Dumbledore raised a cup of black tea with a smile on his face, "To Christmas."

Sirius didn't look like he wanted to spend much more time in Snape's office. "I think we should go, Merry Christmas, Albus—Harry, you know how to use Floo?"

"Yes, I know." It was Floo powder that the Weasleys had used when they took her to Diagon Alley to buy new textbooks during their third-year summer vacation.

"Okay, just read as I said." Sirius took out a small bag tied with a drawstring from his pocket, opened it, squeezed out a little powder from it and threw it into the fire, and the flame turned emerald green again , "Grimmauld Place NO.12." After a whoosh, he disappeared.

"Merry Christmas, sir, goodbye." Harry turned his head and waved to the headmaster, took a few steps forward, and walked into the flames, "No. 12, Grimmauld Place!" The emerald green flames spun in response.Countless fireplaces flashed past her so quickly that they couldn't be seen clearly.Feeling a little nauseous at last, Harry simply closed his eyes.Just when she felt like she was really going to throw up, she stopped, but Sirius grabbed her hand so Harry didn't fall face down in the ash.

When she said the place name aloud earlier, she had imagined a reassuring house in her mind, so Harry was very surprised when she stumbled out of the fireplace and saw the cavernous and deep room in front of her.It was supposed to be a kitchen, surrounded by rough stone walls, and basically all the light came from the big fireplace they walked out of.The smoke from the pipe filled the air, like gunpowder smoke on a battlefield. Many heavy iron pots and pans hung from the dark ceiling, looking hideous and sinister in the smoke.The musty smell was the first thing Harry noticed when Sirius led her upstairs into the living room.The musty smell permeated the creaking floors, tapestries and old velvet sofas.

"It's an old house. I cleaned it out as best I could. It's been empty for ten years, and it hasn't been inhabited since my dear mother died, unless you count the house-elf she left behind. Only the elf has Going crazy—hasn't done any cleaning in a long time. Well, let's do our best." Over her head, Sirius muttered under his breath, "The Blacks are not a place to live, I should warn you. I'm sorry I'm sorry, but I'm worried about what I said..."

"I know how to clean a house," she interrupted him. "Together we can make this place look good."

"You really don't have to do such a thing, Harry," he said, seeming very embarrassed.

"It's okay, it's okay." Harry smiled and shook his head. "I like to help."

Sirius didn't know what it was like in life for men with daughters, but he'd bet none of them were as lucky as himself.Harriet Potter must be that ideal kid, and the best thing about it is that she wants to be with him forever, or, in Harry's own words - "until you get bored".The first few days might not have been the happiest holiday time Sirius could remember, there were too many tiring things to do.Sirius did all kinds of voluntary labor during school, and hated cleaning work, but now the soreness in his muscles made him know that all his senses had come back to life, unexpectedly vivid, and that was enough.He even forgot about magic, using Muggle methods like Harry.

They bought a vacuum cleaner and everything else they needed from a department store.One morning, Sirius couldn't help humming an old song while vacuuming the living room carpet.The machine was so loud and his voice was so low he barely realized he was singing, and it didn't hurt that Kreacher walked past cursing him for defiled the Black family with Muggle electronics and going to hell Good mood Sirius.He went upstairs to tell Harry, who was in charge of cleaning the bedroom on the fourth floor, that he was ready for lunch, but he found her standing in his bedroom with a broom, tracing James' young and happy face in the photo of the four of them on the wall with his fingers. face.The camera captured that under the sunshine 20 years ago, the Interceptors stood in a row arm in arm, just like the embodiment of youth. "Hello." Sirius heard her whisper, and it was such a meaningless sentence that made his throat sore with tenderness.

On Christmas Eve, Sirius wrote to invite Remus to join them for dinner, and Remus arrived from the kitchen fireplace at five o'clock in the afternoon. "Professor Lupine," Harry, who had been sitting on the sidelines and listening quietly, said suddenly while the two men were drinking and chatting, "Can I ask you a question?"

"Of course." Remus replied with a smile, "I'm no longer a professor, you can just call me Remus."

"Do you remember the day you taught us our first class?"

"I remember," Remus said slowly, "Boggarts."

"Why don't you let me deal with Boggarts?"

"I thought the reason was obvious, Harriet," said he, with surprise in his voice.

"Why?" she asked again.

"Well," Remus frowned slightly, "I assumed that if the Boggart faced you, it would appear as Voldemort." Seeing the incomprehensible expression on Harry's face, he said, " Obviously, I guessed wrong."

"Oh, I still remember how the professor taught us." Sirius tilted the legs of the chair, recalling the Defense Against the Dark Arts class back then, "That thing is quite fun."

"I think I've made you feel sorry," Remus said to Harry. "You must be wondering what a Boggart would become in front of you."

"It's fine." Harry sounded indifferent to it, "I guess it's at best me who couldn't find a job after graduation and had to try to make a living on the streets in fishnet stockings and neon boots."

Sirius laughed so hard he almost choked on the whiskey.He thought that with Remus' temperament, he would reply humorously, "This is a good idea, maybe I should try it too when I am busy with interviews." However, Remus looked at a loss, and couldn't believe that he looked almost exactly like Lily of girls would consider standing on the street if she said she was desperate.Then he lowered his eyelids and looked at the nearly empty glass in his hand, as if wishing it was full. "Okay," Remus said.He and Harry were friendly to each other after that until dinner was over, just too polite and cautious to seem unnatural.

"He doesn't like me." Harry concluded the dinner meeting after Remus returned.

"Don't be silly, how could Remus not like you?"

"It's a bit of an exaggeration to say that I don't like it, but obviously I have failed his imagination." Harry was doing his homework on the dining table. "Maybe I'm not like Mom and Dad for him."

"I don't agree with you, Harry," Sirius said. "Moon-face is just meeting you outside of the classroom for the first time. It's just a bit of an accident."

"He's quite humorous in class, and he dared to make jokes about Professor Snape."

"That's Snape, after all." She didn't understand Sirius, "You see, Moonface has his own sense of humor, but he was a Gryffindor prefect once - I think He was taught by his predecessors to take jokes on certain special topics seriously. In fact, Moonface also played a role of conscience between the few of us back then. hold him."

She gave Sirius an unhappy look. "I guess you and Professor Snape had a lot of trouble too, otherwise he wouldn't hate me so much."

"How bad is he as a professor?"

"Anyway—he hates me anyway." In the Shrieking Shack, Snape said the truth for the first time—"I just saved your life, and you should be on your knees thanking me! Actually you Deserved to be killed by Black! Died like your father, because he was too proud to believe that he misjudged Black—” From these words, everyone could hear that he hated her.

"It's no wonder, after all, James once hung him upside down in front of everyone, and even ripped off his underpants."

Harry suddenly looked up from the parchment to look at him. "This is too much."

"Sorry - what?" Judging by Sirius' expression, he had expected her to be happy to hear about Snape's embarrassment.

"You yourself just told me that he cast spells on his classmates according to his own will, and insulted them."

He tried to calm down. "Well, Harry. James and Snape have hated each other from the first moment they set eyes on each other. There's no way to explain that. You understand, don't you? I think James has what Snape could only dream of. Everything - he's popular, he's good at Quidditch - pretty much everything. Snape's a queer little fellow, too busy studying the Dark Arts, and James - Harry, whatever you think he's How about the rest—he's always hated the Dark Arts." Sirius blinked. "He never treated anyone else the way he treated Snape. Snape and we had back and forth - he cursed James every chance he got, and you can't expect James not to fight back."

"'Us'? Oh, I see, I finally figured out what the Interceptors are! You're one of those little gangs called school bullies." Snape accused Sirius of an attempted murder back in his student days She had vaguely guessed that Sirius wasn't as good as he was making out - but that was different, and when it was James Potter's turn, it made Harry feel like his father had betrayed something of his trust. "I bet you're just walking around every day complaining about how boring school life is, and then catching anyone and making fun of them—"

"You know, your expression is exactly the same as that of Lily back then... I won't say that James cast spells on others for no reason, and those people have done some unpleasant things to some extent."

"More or less? Being called a dirty word or getting new shoes is never a good enough reason for someone to do that, and the guy you're talking about sounds like a pompous fool to me."

"Of course he looks like a fool!" Sirius said excitedly. "In the past we were all arrogant little fools, only Moon Face was not so stupid. People change, Harry. Then James gradually changed his mind." So arrogant and stop casting spells on people for fun."

"If I hadn't made a mistake," Harry bit his lip, "when are you going to tell me about it?"

Sirius still had a smile on his face, probably because he thought her more real look was amusing and wanted to tease her.Why is he still laughing?Harry couldn't figure it out.At this moment Sirius reminded her of Peel, the mouse-faced Peel, Dudley's good friend Peel.His accusation was that when Dudley hit someone, he cut the hands of the victim behind his back and held them firmly.Peel was always smiling like that in those moments.

"Maybe after Christmas, maybe next year. I didn't mean to scare you and disappoint you." Sirius' tone made her feel like she was being treated as a joke, a grumpy kid who made trouble out of no reason and fussed. "Childhood, tossing and rolling, all the memories are vivid in my mind at once...Harry, is this really that important?"

"It meant a lot to me! I grew up living under the same roof with bullies, doing what they asked me to do, picking up junk they didn't want, going to school with bullies and being pushed around every day between classes , the dinner plate was 'accidentally' knocked over, and the schoolbag was thrown on the roof—”

Harry almost stood up and rushed up the stairs without looking back, but finally sat still in his chair.Not for anything else, just because of embarrassment—she hated her reckless voice just now, it was so loud, so hoarse and trembling, almost crying.If she couldn't leave with enough dignity, she'd better stay where she was.After taking a deep breath, Harry continued, unable to believe that she had almost cried a few seconds ago, because the voice of the person speaking at this time sounded so calm and distant.

"We all had childhoods, Sirius, but mine suffered because of people like you."

The author has something to say:

I think Snape hated Harry so much (whether it was the original boy Harry or the girl Harriet here) mainly because he begged Voldemort to let Lily go, and Voldemort agreed, but Lily died for the child...and Because it was he himself who told Voldemort the prophecy that prompted the Potters to be hunted down, even though he didn't know at the time that it would involve Lily.Harry's existence is equivalent to reminding him all the time that the person he loves almost died because of himself.