[hp] Fall in love at Hogwarts

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You are His rib, His creation. Don’t delve too deeply into the specific logical thinking that was created, just fall in love and it will be sweet. This is a story about redemption (?), in which Harry is not easily blushing and shy, but is quite awkward, has low self-esteem and has a bad temper.

Harry's perspective is interspersed with yours. The third person perspective is Harry, and the second person perspective is you.

Gloria=you

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"who are you?"

"It's your rib, the one who came to love you."

|01

If this is a dream, if this is a dream, God, please let him wake up later.

He was led by a girl who was shorter than him, running wildly through the deserted streets under the cover of darkness. His long golden hair flying in the air was the strongest color wherever he looked.

The house that was filled with too many negative emotions was left far behind. Harry couldn't help but look back. As he was running and bumping, he was unable to do anything - or unwilling to straighten his tattered glasses. As he expected, the lightless street completely swallowed up his vision, so Harry turned back to look at the girl in front of him.

"Lea—" he found his voice between violent breaths, "where are we going?"

The leader's steps finally stopped.

Harry didn't have time to brake, and his unbalanced body fell to the grass on the side of the road along with the other person. He groaned in pain and asked quickly: "Are you okay?"

To his surprise, the girl's laughter came from beneath him.

With the faint light coming from nowhere, Harry stood up and smiled when he saw those beautiful eyes that shocked him when he first saw them. They were as soft as the ones he saw in the corridor through the cracks in the closet every night. of moonlight.

Today was a cloudy day, and there was no place for the moon in the sky covered by dark clouds. Harry felt that the moon, which had nowhere to go, might be sleeping in her eyes.

"Where do you want to go Harry?" Gloria, the girl who had appeared in the closet not long ago and claimed to be half of him, tilted her head, "I guess you must want to eat an ice cream?"

Yes, that was exactly what Harry was thinking an hour before she appeared.

At dinner, it was rare for his aunt to be in a good mood and the ice cream ball was scooped up by the greedy Dudley. Harry watched him swallow the cold, probably strawberry-flavored ice cream, and his eyes were revealed in his fat buttocks. The mockery was about to turn into a real needle prick on Harry.

Although Harry was not a big fan of ice cream, when he was washing the dishes and looking at the pink liquid remaining in the transparent glass bowl, he couldn't help but think about the taste of the cold, sweet food in his mouth over and over again. He thought as he washed the dishes, and still thought after tucking himself back under the dusty closet—until Gloria came.

Just like when he made the glass in front of Dudley disappear and let him fall into the room where the python was, when he thought about the taste of eating ice cream for countless times, when he suddenly wanted to have a forever friend, This girl with blond hair and blue eyes, as beautiful as a fairy, appeared in front of Harry's eyes.

Gloria moved her hands and used magical power to avoid the Dursleys and bring Harry out.

Regarding the origin of what she said, Harry could clearly understand the meaning of each word, but could not put them together. However, when he listened to Gloria's answer, every inch of his soul seemed to be shouting one thing. ——

Trust her.

He could not have any hostility toward Gloria, and his trust in her was as casually pushed as the first choice by his brain like eating and drinking water every day.

So Harry followed her headlong into the night with his head down.

This girl got two cones somewhere. She licked them and handed one to Harry. The sweet strawberry flavor began to replace the smell of sweat all over his body after exercise. Harry ate the sweet cones with small mouthfuls. Tube, sitting on the ground looking at Gloria.

"Why are you always looking at me?" she asked.

A few strands of unruly bangs slipped from Gloria's ears. She puffed up her cheeks and blew mischievously, and her golden hair moved out of the way as she wanted.

Harry took a bite of the cone and responded slowly: "I'm afraid this is a dream."

"I was thinking about eating a strawberry cone not long ago, and now I have it. I mean... I've never had anything so fast. I'm a little scared..."

The girl looked closer at him, and the cold strawberry smell covered Harry's breath. He saw Gloria nuzzling his nose gently, showing affection like a small animal.

"This is not a dream." She finished the cone and held Harry's hand. "I am real. I am here because of you, Harry."

This man's eyes were pious and focused. Harry had seen the eyes of believers in the Catholic Church paying such attention to the gods. In Gloria's sky-blue gem-like eyes, Harry suddenly felt like he had become a god. A sense of absurdity.

He and Gloria chatted in random directions, the topics were scattered and inconsistent, but Gloria picked up on them.

The two sat on the grass and chatted for a long time, until Harry leaned against the fence and was so sleepy that he could hardly keep his eyes open. In a daze, he saw an old man with a white beard approaching him and Gloria in the rising sun. He bent down and greeted them with a smile.

"Harry, it's time for you to go home."

Harry fell asleep with these words.

After waking up again, he didn't know what expression to make when facing the familiar closet.

It was indeed a dream.

He sighed as if he was resigned to his fate, and his eyes widened when he accidentally touched the strawberry-scented stain on his body.

Not a dream.

|02

Dumbledore said that you can't see Harry again until Hagrid picks him up to buy something in Diagon Alley.

You were bored and looked at everything in the shabby bar. You swung your legs and sat on the high stool beside the bar. You took a sip of the drink you got from being a spoiled brat and felt the slight stimulation of the bubbles popping in your mouth.

Harry would probably like the taste, you thought, shaking your head.

The memories crammed into your head make you familiar and unfamiliar with this world. You know the color of a rose that blooms just right, and you know the posture of a white dove flying into the sky. However, you have not really seen it through your eyes. Pass.

The woman on the right is wearing a complicated and exaggerated high hat to touch up her makeup, the man on the left is holding a crumpled and musty book and whispering in a low voice, and the children not far away are laughing loudly and fighting for a beautiful marble. You look around After looking around, he finally turned his attention to the door of the bar.

You are not curious about the gorgeous world, the anticipation of Harry's upcoming arrival takes up everything.

The door was finally opened again, and the boy you longed for followed the giant and stuck his head out. He faced the inquiring eyes that looked at him because of his name, and looked at everything around him very carefully.

Until he saw you walking towards him, his lips that were originally pursed out of vigilance unconsciously curved.

"Leah!" He hurriedly caught your body that rushed towards you, "Why are you here?"

Harry's hair was messy, and there were two streaks of black ash on his face. You wiped away the stains with the back of your hand, then gently combed his hair, and under Hagrid's disapproving gaze, you recited the repair spell to repair his glasses.

You wanted to do this last time, but unfortunately you haven't read the Encyclopedia of Spells as a newborn, and you don't know about Hogwarts.

"I can also read Hogwarts! Look! This is my wand!" Naturally you could see his curiosity about the wand and excitedly put the wand into his hand.

When Harry's white and clean hand touched him, he shrank subconsciously. He looked at himself hesitantly, found a piece of clothing that was not clearly dirty, and wiped his palm, then he held the wand tightly and looked up and down. Ichiban.

The big giant was quite patient. He refused the drink offered by the bartender and sat at the bar, giving the two of you some space to communicate.

"Leah..." Harry couldn't put it down and looked at it for a while, then handed the wand back to you, "It's great to have a wand, and it's great to be here."

The wooden board creaked under his uncomfortable and twisted feet. After a brief pause, Harry breathed a long sigh of relief and smiled at you: "It's good to have you here."

|03

"Gryffindor!"

Sitting on the long table, Harry's heart, which had been hanging in his throat for a long time, finally dropped when he heard the Sorting Hat finally uttering the words he had been muttering silently.

"Hey, you look more nervous than when you were sorted," Ron joked.

Gloria had already taken off her hat and ran towards him happily. Harry didn't know what words he mumbled back to Ron, but he quickly wiped his sweaty palms before the girl rushed over and held him. Girl's arms.

A beautiful girl attracts attention everywhere, let alone this is a flower that has not yet reached its full bloom. She is young and immature, and everyone wants to take it before it blooms and watch her bloom.

The good friends they met on the train immediately cast envious glances at Gloria when she sat down. Having a beautiful suitor was a very honorable thing in the eyes of others, and Harry more or less had the same idea.

You see, she only looks at me.

The deep-seated sense of vanity was filled for the first time in a long time at this moment. Harry was overwhelmed by unfamiliar emotions and got rid of the constraints that had been pressed on him for a long time. In the brightly lit auditorium, he was wearing well-fitting and neat clothes, which may have been comfortable. A spacious bedroom, he'll have friends, and he won't be a drag.

Harry knew clearly that Gloria was not something exclusive to him, but it had been a long time since he had felt the envious gazes of others.

"You don't have to be afraid, I will always be where Harry is. As I said, I'm here for you."

The girl felt the sweat on his palm and smiled and held his hand.

This was not the first time he held Gloria's hand. He had held it tightly for such a long time last time when running in the dark night, but this time the strange feeling of another person's body temperature wrapping the skin of his hand made him endure it. He couldn't help but twist his hand out, and his ears turned red quietly.

"I know Leah, you don't always have to say things like this..." He thought about it, but couldn't find a suitable adjective, "Such words make people..."

It's as straightforward as courtship.

Obviously this was only the third time they met, and they just talked about illogical thoughts for one night. Why did they give him so much emotion? It was so much that it made him dizzy, made him drifting, and made him at a loss.

There was a sincerity in her words that Harry could not doubt. The girl blinked and gave him a reassuring look, and together they started their first dinner at Hogwarts.

After enrolling in school, she almost unconditionally helped Harry accomplish everything he wanted to do or was forced to do. Even though he almost lost his life trying to protect the Sorcerer's Stone, the girl just tried her best to use all the magic she could to protect him. Finally passed out and fell to the ground.

"Aren't you afraid that I will die?" he asked.

The girl lay next to Harry's bed and looked at him sideways, "I'm afraid, but you won't do it if I stop you?"

"..."

"Harry can do whatever he wants, and I will be there. Just like when we first met you and wanted to eat ice cream, I will take you to eat it if I have the ability. As long as I can do it, you want to Whatever you do, I can bring it to you.”

"why?"

“Because I am your rib, because I am the one who comes to love you.”

|04

Hermione was petrified.

The ever-bright orange sunset enveloped Hermione's body on the hospital bed. You covered her eyes with a blindfold for the neglectful boys to prevent the light from invading her eyes.

If he made one wrong move, would Harry be like this?

He would lie upright in bed, unable to smile at you, frown and refuse to eat his vegetables, respond to your words with a red face, or play Quidditch on a broomstick.

The sour liquid rose up in your throat, and you resisted the desire to vomit. You felt that the entire hospital wing was spinning in circles. Ron and Harry, who were discussing with the torn pages, were stretched out in your eyes for a long time. The shadow of his eyes filled his sight with an endless cold feeling of dizziness.

"Leah! We must tell this..." He raised his head and saw your pale face, your lips twitching and speechless.

"what happened to you?"

You don’t know what’s wrong with you. Harry is now so eager to go to the professor, to the place where the secret room is, to rescue his classmates, and to save this school, but you can’t take heavy steps and just keep looking. Make him cry.

Can you not go?

This kind of answer that you know the result without even saying it is pressed tightly in your throat, and you desperately want to wipe away the tears that keep pouring out.

"Are you feeling unwell? Otherwise, you can stay..."

"Let's go."

You interrupted him for the first time and took Harry's hand.

There was some timidity and confusion in his eyes. It is only natural for these emotions to arise when something he encounters may threaten his life. But what is different from ordinary people is that you are not there. Lee saw flinch in his eyes.

Gryffindor without a doubt.

"Let's go," you said again.

"I will always support your decision, Harry."

|05

Gloria is a life born from her own strong desire.

This news made Harry's mind go blank for a while. He stared at his godfather's lips in disbelief, and all he could hear was a roar in his ears.

"What does it mean to be created by me?" He laughed angrily, pacing back and forth, "She is a person, a living person! A person with her own feelings!"

The girl they were discussing was still sitting in the open space outside the jungle. In order to give the godfather and son, who had not seen each other for a long time and were about to separate, a suitable space to talk, she smiled and took away Ron, who was out of shape, with Hermione. Tell Harry thoughtfully to have a nice chat.

A moment ago, Harry was still looking at her. After entering the third grade, Gloria drew quickly. Her beautiful face had already shed its old coat and blossomed into a dazzling gem. As long as she smiled, all her troubles would disappear. can be warmed.

The dependence and tacit understanding on her turned into admiration, and the other person seemed to have the same thoughts. Harry thought countless times how lucky he was to be liked by such a shining person.

"Gloria is indeed a human being, but she was born because of you. Her love for you was attached to her by you on the day she was born."

Sirius and Dumbledore discussed it for a long time and finally decided to tell Harry about it. Dumbledore was afraid that the young man in love would be trapped in this abnormal relationship. Loria undoubtedly occupies too much position in Harry, so much that it deviates from the original idea.

absurd.

Harry wanted to loudly reprimand his godfather for what he said, but the memories of his time with Gloria kept hitting his brain. He resisted thinking more about the logic, and said goodbye to his godfather with pursed lips and red eyes.

The originally sweet fantasy was torn apart by the owner of the long-coveted family affection. He was reluctant to leave Sirius, and was angry as to why he said such words when parting.

After his godfather's retreating figure disappeared from sight, Harry stood there with his head lowered for a long time before shuffling out of the dense forest. Ron and Hermione had probably been urged by the caring girl to go back to the castle first. Under the silver screen of the moon, only Harry's beloved girl was sitting there.

"Harry?" She was awakened by the sound of cracking dead leaves, and looked over with sleepy eyes, "Did you say a good goodbye to Uncle Sirius?"

There was nothing special. Even if he knew who Gloria was, Harry couldn't see the hypocrisy of the feelings in that blue ocean.

"Lea..." Harry did not approach her, but stood there and asked, "Who are you?"

Harry also asked this question when they first met. The words that he couldn't piece together in the past turned into sharp knives and slashed his heart. He knew, and he didn't give up. He wanted to hear what the girl would say again.

Gloria looked at him in confusion, and a disobedient strand of bangs covered one of her eyes. She puffed up her cheeks and blew her hair like she did that night when she was eleven, and smiled sweetly at him: " I am Gloria, and I am here to love you Gloria."

Like falling into an ice cellar.

She always seemed to be able to quickly discover something was wrong with Harry. The moment his face changed as he finished speaking, she stood up, stretched out her hand to him and asked gently: "What's wrong with you?"

"Don't touch me!" Harry knocked her outstretched hand away.

He knew that he was venting his anger, and he knew that he shouldn't do this. When he saw Leah's face turning pale, he also flashed a trace of regret, but more anger like being deceived burned away his reason.

"You are just my creation. If you were created by someone else or had your mind rewritten, you would not love me." Harry gritted his teeth desperately to prevent a whimper from being noticed, "You lied to me, Leah, you lied to me.”

It's because he feels inferior and feels incompetent.

It turns out that the person who can peel off the savior's shell and love him does not exist.

|06

You don't understand why Harry started a fire without warning.

Under the influence of the Dursleys for a long time, Harry inevitably contracted the bad temper of his tormentor. He can be cautious and polite to outsiders, but he will inevitably show bad temper to a few of his close friends. one side.

But you have never seen this side of him.

Did you lie to him? When did you lie to him?

Lies did not exist in any conversation between you and Harry. You went back to the dormitory for a long time on the night he left you behind, and you couldn't figure out why Harry thought you lied to him.

Why not ask you? Why don't you believe me?

Harry was very perseverant when he was angry. The cold war at the end of his third year lasted until the beginning of his fourth year. Throughout the summer, he resisted communicating with you with an awkward face of "I won't listen, I won't listen, you're a liar." You even ran to Sirius to avoid living in the Burrow. His godfather, who had just been exonerated, wanted to give him back all the time he had missed, leaving no gaps for you to get through.

That day, you were helping Hermione wipe her wet hair when you suddenly heard her ask in a low voice: "You and Harry haven't reconciled yet?"

"……Um"

"I saw him checking the information on life magic before... I didn't mean to pry into your privacy, but I really want to ask, do you really like Harry?"

"Why do you ask that?" You stopped, put a dry towel on Hermione's shoulders, and sat back on your bed, "I also want to know, why do you think so?"

"Everyone seems to think that my love is not pure, including Harry himself, but I am the same person as you, and all my feelings are the same as yours."

Hermione pursed her lips apologetically: "Sorry, I didn't mean to offend you. You and Harry are both very good friends of mine, and I hope you are both well."

She thought about it again and expressed her concern in a different way: "Is it true that you don't have any restricting magic about Harry? If you feel uncomfortable, you must say it."

You smiled, stood up and hugged the girl in front of you: "I also confirm that there is no magic about Hermione, and I also confirm that Hermione is my good friend."

"Just like I confirmed that I really love Harry at this moment, I love him for who he is."

|07

He was stopped by Gloria in the hospital wing.

Madam Pomfrey never gave Harry a good look every time she came to the hospital wing, so he was extremely shocked when he saw the blond girl being put into the hospital wing with no one else except him.

Harry had no choice but to hide, so he pretended to be an ostrich and buried his head in the quilt, but his ears were raised high to listen for her arrival.

"Harry..." He heard Gloria sigh, the bed at his feet collapsed, and the girl sat beside his bed.

As long as he hears this voice, his heart will become soft. Harry even wants to just go back and sink into her "fake" love. He can be deceived forever.

But afraid.

Harry felt that it was true but also felt uncomfortable that she did not pester Harry to explain the matter urgently. Sirius jokingly encouraged him to tie Gloria over and ask for details, but Harry was still afraid of Gloria. Really admit anything.

So do you want to make it clear now?

After losing his vision, his hearing and touch were infinitely amplified, and he could hear the rising and falling breathing of the girl next to him. Harry counted down the seconds to his first love.

"Why don't you listen to me?"

She finally spoke, with a smile.

"To love Harry is indeed the goal of Gloria's birth. At first, Gloria did not understand what love was. She only knew how to fulfill Harry's wishes. But later, she gradually understood feelings because of Harry's company. She knew that the candy Harry handed over was sweet, and she knew that the snow scene when Harry saw her was beautiful. She began to be afraid of losing Harry. There were many times she wanted to say to the adventurous Harry, "Can you please not go?" , but she knew that what Harry wanted was not to pour cold water on him, but to encourage him."

Harry couldn't hold it in any longer and sat up.

"You are finally willing to look at me." Gloria blinked. "You have to think that I am restricted by some magic to love you. Well, I hope this never ends. Then I can love you more." meeting."

She opened Harry's hand that was tightly gripping the quilt, put her own hand in, and held it tightly. Only then did Harry realize that Gloria's hand was sweating quite a bit - she was also nervous. .

Harry couldn't bear the longing in his heart any longer. He put his arm around the girl's waist and pulled her into his arms, resting his chin on her shoulder.

"do not leave Me."

He called out to the moon that first shone into his heart. The moon broke through the darkness for him, took him out of the house, and kept him warm.

Not because Harry Potter is anyone else, but because he is who he is.

"I am Harry's rib." the girl said, "I love you as much as I love life."

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After two editions, it was finally deleted to 6,000 words (w`)

The set Leia is the love that Harry needs most. She is not afraid of his low self-esteem, rejection and rage, but she will walk towards him firmly, see the inconsistencies in his words, and see the longing suppressed in his heart.

When Leia was created, she was attached to every aspect of Harry. Even if she was to fulfill orders at first, she would definitely fall in love with Harry later. This is the meaning of her birth, and it is her own choice. No one or anything else forces her to do this. If you do it, it means Harry = the concept of mate selection, and she will definitely fall in love with Harry.

After writing it, I was very entangled, and at one point I wanted to cut it off and not write it anymore. I felt like I had to go around all the logic (w`)