Harry Potter and the Rebirth

A long time has passed. The sun has quietly hidden below the horizon. The moon has shyly risen, hiding among the clouds, only occasionally posing its head, being stingy with its light.

"Okay - today is Christmas, let's put aside all the unpleasantness and go to the Great Hall to enjoy the delicious dinner prepared by the house-elves. I have also invited the Skeleton Band today!" Dumbledore gave a brief speech in the classroom and then drove everyone out.

Dumbledore took Dudley by the hand and was about to walk out.

Unexpectedly, he broke free from Dumbledore's control, ran to Harry, who had been sitting for a long time, and whispered in his ear, "I almost killed you, but your favorite headmaster let me go now. Is this the person you respect the most?"

It was murderous and heartbreaking, at least that's how Harry felt now. He clenched his fists tightly, and then let go with loss of strength, damn.

Then Harry felt a sharp pain on his head. It only lasted for a moment, as if it was an illusion. Ron clearly saw a black hair float into Dudley's hand.

Harry looked at the pig-like man, his tiny eyes hiding ill intentions, he was exactly like his cousin. He stared into those small eyes. They had both been together for some time before, so he understood what it meant to remove hair.

Draco pulled the fat Dudley aside, "What are you mumbling about? Is there anything you can't say to my face?"

Harry pulled Dudley over, squeezing his skinny wrist painfully, "How's the wound? Does it still hurt?" Harry looked at the wound on his abdomen in a soft voice. There was a faint trace of blood hidden under the red sweater. He narrowed his eyes and said in a dangerous tone, "Also, shouldn't you give me back the sweater you are wearing? After all, you are Dudley--"

Harry accused the current man of being an impostor, saying that everything he had was obtained by stealing his identity, and that there was nothing to be proud of, but now Dumbledore had seen through his cover, and all that was left was the Unbreakable Vow.

"Why don't you report me to Dumbledore as the impostor, Snape - Hagrid -"

"Dumbledore should have known that." Harry smiled and counterattacked. The two of them whispered and smiled. No one around disturbed them. The twin brothers huddled in a corner of the classroom and whispered in each other's ears, "Hey, I think we had a really exciting time this time." "Indeed - this Christmas is really exciting, by the way!"

"If we give our Christmas present to that impostor, then Harry will have no present, right?"

"Then send it again. I have plenty in my pocket now anyway."

"Hey, that's a good idea—"

"Should I turn into a canary? Or a monkey? Or Tarzan, the king of the jungle -" George beat his chest with both hands. This action seemed out of place in the solemn and serious atmosphere.

Ron turned around and listened to the unreliable suggestions from his two brothers, his face full of black lines, "I reject your kindness on behalf of Harry, let's go, let's go!"

Ron pushed the twin brothers out of the classroom and turned around to see this scene. Draco was like a knight, his whole expression hidden in the darkness. There was only one light on in the classroom, and the only light source was only around Harry.

Sirius leaned against the table with an expressionless face. His image was completely different from his usual humorous, cheerful and optimistic self. He wore a black wizard robe, as if he was a replica of Snape. His serious and cold expression was as gloomy as a Dementor transformed into a human. Ron shuddered inexplicably.

Dumbledore leaned against the exit, watching Harry and Dudley interacting in the center of the light source. The legendary Elder Wand was on his waist. Dumbledore hid in the shadows. At this moment, he seemed to be the legendary White King, who fought against Voldemort and defeated Grindelwald. He was called the greatest wizard. Snape, the potion master, became his subordinate, and he led the Order of the Phoenix and suppressed the silent people in the Ministry of Magic.

Ron remembered how Fudge grovelled in front of Dumbledore. For the first time, he jumped out of the novel and came to the real world. The thin characters gradually took on fuller appearances in front of him. Was it good or bad?

Ron didn't want to get entangled now. He just wanted to pull his brother out of this place of trouble. He shouldn't have wanted to know the ending of the matter and come here, letting his soul be bound.

This soul from another world, bound by the magic of this world, finally came to terms with reality. He abandoned his previous perspective as a bystander and truly integrated into this world.

Fluorescent lights flickered, and a strong light appeared in the dim corridor. It came from the tip of Ron's worn wand, illuminating the twin brothers who were playing and fighting in front, and Neville who was squatting outside the corridor.

"Uh, Neville?!"

Ron shouted loudly. He remembered that when he went out, Neville was still sleeping in bed. The corridor suddenly lit up, and Ron was really scared when he saw an extra thing next to him.

"Why are you here? Aren't you going home for Christmas?"

“Wuwu X﹏X——”

"I don't know either. I only have memories of this morning. When I woke up, I found myself in a dark corridor. I didn't know where I was. My grandma would definitely scold me—"

Neville held the memory ball in his hand, which was so red that it seemed to be dripping with blood, "How could I even forget to go home?" Neville blamed himself very much, and he still attributed the cause of this incident to himself.

Ron's expression changed drastically. Could this be the legendary Imperius Curse?

"No," Ron pulled up the still crying Neville and dragged him to the bright classroom at the back. He had to tell Dumbledore quickly, Ron thought.

But here, inside the classroom.

Harry and Dudley's confrontation continued, "I think you need to buy a new wand."

"Wand?!"

"I don't think I need it." Dudley walked up to Dumbledore and asked him for a loose piece of clothing. Then, in the classroom, in front of Harry, he took off the sweater knitted by Mrs. Willes, and then put on the clothes he had just asked for.

He threw him hard into Harry's arms. Sirius waved his wand and Draco acted at the same time. Dudley's fat body squatted suddenly, as if he was under a huge gravity. He began to become breathless, and then his clothes began to tighten.

"Okay, okay..." Dudley seemed indifferent, "Harry is your baby, little baby..."

Harry frowned as he listened to the sarcastic words. Was it necessary for him to tolerate him? Was it necessary to find out the unbreakable oath on him as Dumbledore said? Was he really me? Would killing him really damage my soul?

Harry was extremely annoyed now. It had to be said that Dudley had this kind of face and said this kind of words. Every time he opened his mouth, he was jumping into Harry's minefield.

Dudley suddenly became serious. He came close to Harry, squatted down, and asked seriously, as if with a hint of expectation, "I once told you my name. Do you remember?"

Harry hesitated for once. Name?

As if he had expected it, "That's right - I have never been myself -"

So the others, like defeated roosters, lowered their stubborn heads, looked at Dumbledore at the door, pushed him out fiercely, and then walked alone in the dim corridor.

name--

Harry muttered these two words, and for the first time he felt a little guilty.