Harry Potter's Bastard

Harry lay on his side until Mrs. Weasley came and told him to get ready to eat.

"You're so pale, did you really fall asleep when you came back in the morning?" Mrs. Weasley looked at Harry worriedly, "Why don't we eat later?" "

He nodded, just in time for an excuse not to talk to others, and he couldn't ask for it.

"Go upstairs and sleep, don't sleep on the couch!" Mrs. Weasley opened the door, allowing Harry to return to his bedroom.

Harry, of course, couldn't ask for it, so as soon as she opened the front door, Harry walked straight over the umbrella stand on the troll's legs and fled upstairs into his and Ron's bedroom.

Ron wasn't here, he certainly wouldn't be here, he and the others should be helping out in the kitchen right now, or doing the wrong - the twins weren't going to stay honestly.

That would be fine, so as not to deal with some embarrassing stares and inquiries on his own, Harry thought sadly.

He paced up and down the room, past the two beds and Phineas. Nigelus's empty frame was filled with questions and terrible thoughts in his head: every time—not every time, of course, but when he saw Voldemort's mind in most cases, Voldemort himself was unaware. Even Voldemort couldn't detect it, so could he see it? Harry wasn't sure. What if Voldemort was peeking at him right now? What if Voldemort was looking through his eyes right now?

Harry broke out in a cold sweat at his own thoughts. If Voldemort was observing this place through his own eyes, wouldn't that mean that he had exposed the Order of the Phoenix? He had heard so much and seen so much, did Voldemort know about it?

Harry suddenly realized that he was the source of the danger. He had to leave Grimmauld Place immediately. He's going to spend Christmas alone at Hogwarts so he can at least keep them safe during the holidays. However, if Voldemort did control himself, Hogwarts would obviously be in danger as well. Think about it, what would happen to Voldemort if he controlled himself, Ron, Neville, Seamus, and Dean who were in the same dormitory as him? Would Voldemort control himself and hurt them?

Harry stopped pacing, his stomach filling his stomach like lead. It seems that he has no choice but to return to the privet road and completely isolate himself from the other wizards to ensure the safety of the others.

Well, Harry felt that there was no point in delaying if he had to go. Trying not to imagine how the Dursleys would react to seeing him return six months early, he strode to the door, just about to open it. Suddenly, a shrill voice said, "You want to escape, don't you?"

Harry turned his head to look, Phineas. Nigelus was back on the frame, leaning against the frame and looking at him with a teasing expression on his face.

Harry ignored him and was about to leave the room, and as he was sneaking away, Phineas lazily said, "I have a message from Dumbledore." "

He jerked to his feet.

"What message?"

"Stay here. "

"I'm right here. What the hell did Dumbledore tell you to say?"

"Stay here—that's the message. Phineas said calmly, "Obviously, you're far from your Slytherin peers. "

"What do you mean?" asked Harry.

"What you're going to do, what you're going to do, that Selwyn kid has guessed. Phineas looked at Harry with a smile, "Just now he said in his office: Harry might want to run away from my house - of course, you know this used to be my home, right? Obviously, Dumbledore thought the same thing, so he told me to bring you a message - stay here." "

"Why did he want me to stay? What else did he say?" asked Harry urgently.

"Didn't say anything. Phineas Nigelus raised a thin black eyebrow, as if he thought Harry was rude.

Harry's fury sprang up like a snake from the tall grass. He was exhausted and confused to the extreme, and he experienced fear, relief, and then fear again in those twelve hours.

"That's it, isn't it?" he exclaimed, "stay here, everybody said that to me after I was attacked by the Dementors! Harry, stay still until the adults find out! But we won't tell you anything, because your little brain doesn't understand!"

"You know," Phineas said louder than Harry's, "that's why I hate being a teacher! Poor conceited little fellow, have you ever thought that the Headmaster of Hogwarts might have a good reason not to tell you every detail of his plan? When you feel wronged, you don't think about it, obeying Dumbledore's orders has ever hurt you? No, no! Like all young people, you think that just because you have feelings, you have thoughts, just because you see danger, you can see the plot of the mysterious man?"

"So he's working on a plan related to me?" asked Harry immediately.

"Did I say that?" Phineas said again, "well, I have more important things to do than to listen to a young man's whining here." "

"What's important? do you mean to go back to sleep in another portrait?" Harry was upset with Phineas's "young man's whining."

"What rudeness!" Phineas glared at Harry angrily, "I've already brought my message, and besides, I'll report you truthfully about your current status." Good day!"

With that, Phineas disappeared from the portrait. Harry knew where he had gone, and he must have returned to the Headmaster of Hogwarts, where Harry had seen his portrait.

Empty frames no longer make a sound. Harry huffed and threw himself onto the bed. With his eyes closed, his body heavy and sore, he didn't know how long he could last. He was afraid to sleep now because he didn't know if he would see anything bad again in his dreams. But Dumbledore let him stay, does that mean everything is still under his control?

Harry felt his eyelids grow heavier...... He gradually sank into the shadows, as if he had a piece of film in his head waiting to be shown. He walked down the empty hallway towards a black door, past rough stone walls, torches, and a doorway on the left that led to a stone staircase leading downstairs. He touched the black door, but it wouldn't open, and he stood there looking at it, longing to get in. There was something behind him that he wanted, a treasure he couldn't dream of......

"Harry," Ron's voice came from far away, "Mommy said dinner was ready, but if you don't want to get up, she can leave you a little." "

Harry opened his eyes, but Ron was gone.

He didn't want to be alone with me, Harry thought, yes, he wouldn't want to be alone with him if he had someone around him who would be possessed by Voldemort at any moment.