Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Porter's heart was tortured. He asked himself why he couldn't save them, why he wanted them to sacrifice, and why he deserved to enjoy fame, reputation and wealth.

Death Eaters put on the clothes of pure-blood families and escaped judgment; heroes put on coffins, sprinkled mud on them, and fell into death. And I, the person they protected, was powerless to change anything. I could only have the title of savior and deceive myself that I had tried my best.

Potter couldn't stand it anymore. He banged his head against the wall madly. Blood flowed from his forehead to his cheeks, dripped onto his collar, and soaked into his clothes.

Kreacher in the dark watched the scene in front of him, secretly happy, and whispered, "The current master is a damn half-blood, but Kreacher has to obey the orders of the previous master and serve someone who does not belong to the Black family." After that, he disappeared from the old house with a "puff".

During a mission, Porter acted too aggressively and accidentally killed a person who should not have died. On the day he was surrounded by reporters, he lost his composure.

There were many comments at once, and Porter looked at the crowd, feeling a little pleased, and he felt that he did not deserve to enjoy these things. Facing the crowd that denounced him, he felt an incomparable peace in his heart, so he let the comments spread.

In a corner where no one cared, a golden pendant hanging on his body was flashing a cold light in the box.

Two people in the distance were wearing black cloaks, hiding in the dark, looking at the savior who was now on the verge of mental collapse, silently. One of them was determined and coldly cruel, while the other looked at the man wearing the vortex with heartache.

Owls were flying all over the sky towards his and Ginny's home, and red howling letters were rubbing against the windows. The people who protected him had already died in the war, and part of the incident was indeed his fault, which he could not refute.

Porter accepted the charge.

Later, Potter could not bear to see his friend embarrassed for him, so he took the initiative to resign from his position and paid the corresponding price. The brave Gryffindor never loses the courage and confidence to face life again.

Ron and Hermione supported his decision and said that he should take a good rest. He began to compensate the family that he accidentally killed and tried his best to make up for it. He told his wife that he wanted to travel around the world and refused her company.

Porter began to wander around and say goodbye to his friends.

He strolled beside the pyramids in Egypt, traveled through the rainforest, and listened to the bells coming from ancient Chinese temples.

He would stand on the top of Mount Everest and look at the magnificent world, with bar-headed geese flying over the top and flags on the nearby peaks floating slowly like brocade and satin; he would also sit quietly in a coffee shop in New York, watching the Muggles running around in a hurry, tall buildings standing in the distance, and the golden red sun hanging in the middle of the buildings; sometimes he would shuttle through the hail of bullets from the Muggles, looking at the red, white and black national flags arranged in order under his feet, and watching the blood and flesh flying around him, and the purgatory on earth...

Sometimes, he would still think of the freedom-loving elf Dobby who died in his arms, the Veles twins who became the eternal Mirror of Erised, and the Lupin couple lying on the ground.

However, pity the living, Potter thought, this person does not include himself.

Potter was swallowed by his own thoughts, but he wanted to pull himself out. Every time he went to a place, he would go back to his godfather's house to stay for a while. No matter what he did, this place could make him feel peaceful. The Burrow belonged to others, but this place belonged to him and his godfather. He looked at the portrait of Sirius hanging on the wall, but he was not here in the picture. Let him think about it. Well, he should go to his father's place now. Oh, and there was Lupin.

Once again, I returned to the old house, a place that no one could enter.

The evening sunlight slanted through the window, shone on the floor, and gradually moved onto Harry.

"Hey, Pot, I heard that you hid yourself in a cowardly way. The former savior can't even deal with such a small storm, Pot", with a burst of apparition explosion, Draco's figure suddenly appeared, with an upright figure, wearing a slim black suit, hiding on the other side of the light, the golden sunlight shone on the pair of black leather shoes, it was the art of the intersection of light and darkness.

The current steady and smooth head of the Malfoy family appeared at the home of his rival.

Potter slowly raised his head, his eyes were red and his hair was messy. Draco was stunned for a moment when he saw this scene. They had always been at loggerheads with each other, and he had never seen Potter like this before.

"Hey, Pott, what are you doing?" Malfoy gradually approached, walking from darkness to light, and then from light to darkness.

As for Potter, he had been standing at the junction of light and shadow, quietly watching Malfoy walking towards him. He wanted to pull Potter up, just like Potter had pulled him up in the Fiendfyre.

However, glancing at the greasy clothes Potter was wearing on the ground, he frowned in disdain and mocked, "When did you learn to be like Snape?", and pinched Potter's hand with two fingers. Suddenly, he felt something hard, and when he looked closely, it was a box, which Potter held tightly.

Malfoy felt a sudden pain in his finger, and bright red blood flowed from his fingertips into the locket. A golden light flashed by, "Potter, what is this thing you are holding? It's really..."

Potter opened his eyes wide in surprise. How could Malfoy suddenly disappear? It was quiet now, just like the countless days in the past, with only his shadow to hang out with him. The dust in the air slowly flowed under the sunlight, creating different pictures, mysterious and gorgeous. Another golden light flashed, and Potter's figure also disappeared.

Only the images on the TV were still rolling tirelessly. "Well-known people talked about the Queen's deep meaning for this appointment, and one of them mentioned that Ms. Hermione..."

At this time, on the street in front of No. 11 Grimmauld Place, Ginny was walking around anxiously, "I'm really panicking, just like the time when Dad was attacked at the Ministry of Magic that night." Hermione comforted her, "Harry has faced the You-Know-Who before, are you still worried about him getting into danger? Let's see if we can get in."

"Harry has reset the confidentiality of the old house again." Hermione said somewhat complainingly.

Ron glanced at his watch, looking extremely happy. Ginny happened to see this and she looked straight into her brother's eyes.

"Brother, do you know anything?" Ginny suppressed her emotions and asked softly with a hint of request...