Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Sirius's expression suddenly became very relaxed. He seemed to have returned to those carefree days, wandering around the campus with his friends all day, exploring and hanging out.

In the first few years, although his parents were somewhat dissatisfied with the result of his sorting, they were generally able to accept it. The disputes between him and Snape did not become as extreme as they were later. Voldemort still maintained his demeanor as a good man, and although the world was fanatical, it was not afraid of killing.

The sky was blue, the teachers were friendly although nagging, the friends were like-minded, and they worked together to solve Lupin's little furry problem.

What happened next? When exactly? Life suddenly changed so drastically that the bright future was obscured by a fog. The peace and harmony he had thought of was ultimately just an appearance.

The deep-seated contradictions seemed to tear his entire world apart in an instant. There began bloody killings and pure-blood confrontations. He watched his relatives around him die one by one, and his friends parted with helplessness.

There was also a heart-wrenching departure, unbelievable betrayal, and the whole thing fell apart overnight. He shrank himself into a cage called Azkaban, trying to be an ostrich hiding from the world.

"Harry, do you miss your parents?"

Sirius suddenly changed the subject and asked Harry this question out of the blue.

Harry fell silent. As for his parents, whom he had never met, he had lived his whole life in his admiration and imagination. When he was young, he saw Dudley being doted on by his uncle and aunt, while he could only curl up in the cupboard and become a human sandbag for his cousin.

At this time, he kept thinking, if his parents were still alive, would he not have to cook every morning? He would not have to endure the vibration and dust of the stairwell, he would not have to swallow his anger, he would receive Christmas gifts every year, he would not have to wear the baggy and worn clothes that his cousin did not want, he would have frostbite in winter, prickly heat in summer, and his knees would feel a little pain on rainy days. He always thought that he could just curl up in a corner and live slowly.

An owl changed his destiny, or rather pulled him back to his original track.

Harry's fingers curled up and he suddenly stood there in silence. He had thought that he had matured and no longer expected love from his parents, but he didn't expect that this was the missing piece in his heart, and then it was covered with dust and thick cobwebs, and even he himself ignored it.

Dumbledore also fell silent suddenly. He didn't know why the topic suddenly became so heavy. Once the dusty memories were opened, the damp feeling that came over him made it difficult to breathe.

He suddenly became acutely aware that something was wrong. This was also what happened to Grindelwald in the final battle decades ago.

"Are you tired? If you are, go take a rest. There are piles of homework on your desk, and your teaching assistant is complaining."

Although Harry was surprised, he looked at Sirius worriedly, feeling that something was not right with him at this moment, he moved his butt and sat in front of Sirius, ready to follow Dumbledore's wishes.

"Let's go, let's go. I'm suddenly very tired and want to rest in your office for a while."

Sirius enjoyed Harry's closeness, but some things, once started, could not be reversed. Everyone in this trend could only be forced to move forward along with the torrent, and no one could go against the flow. It took him a long time to understand this truth.

He looked down at his palms. The mysterious lines gradually deepened, as if they had pierced into his skin and penetrated into his bone marrow. The lines were still spreading, and a feeling of weakness filled his mind.

"I became Anigma, so I could live a miserable life."

Sirius stood up and began to pace in a small area of ​​the office. Sometimes his tone paused, and sometimes became very anxious. He seemed to be thinking, but sometimes he wanted to say everything in his mind, as if he was racing against time.

"Then one day, a man in a black robe whose face could not be seen clearly found me and handed me a newspaper with the news of Harry's admission to school and a photo of Harry and his friends."

Harry raised an eyebrow in surprise. When was he photographed?

"I seem to recognize Harry's friend. His red hair is too obvious. It's nothing. I just know that you are doing well."

Harry and Dumbledore listened carefully without expressing their own opinions, and the portraits on the wall, although with their eyes closed, would open a crack from time to time so that one could clearly see the eyeballs moving under their eyelids. They seemed to be immersed in the story Sirius was telling.

"But I saw a mouse," Sirius covered his chest, seeming very angry.

"I recognize him. I will never forget his transformed form even if I kill myself!"

His speech became urgent, his breathing became heavy and rough, and his footsteps stomped on the floor, "But he is by Harry's side, and no one knows. So if one day news comes that the Dark Lord has resurrected, that guy will definitely kidnap Harry first." Sirius stared straight into Harry's eyes.

"Then I'll hand you over to the Dark Lord. There's a time bomb next to you!"

Dumbledore felt a little melancholy. He could not interfere with anyone's decision. Everyone chose their own path, just like when Sirius faced the specious accusation and admitted it all at once.

Harry was a little dazed, and some of his memories from his previous life gradually opened up a dusty corner. Their faces overlapped in an instant, and soon he felt his cheeks getting wet. Sirius came over and wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes with his rough fingers.

Some emotions are too heavy.

"I doubt their intentions, but I am also worried about the time bomb around you."

Harry tried to force a smile, but his facial muscles seemed to be fixed, making it so difficult.

"And what happened next?" Dumbledore saw that Sirius had a ruddy complexion and was in good condition. Some lines on his hands were hidden by the wide robe and flashed by, so he could not see them clearly.

"I originally wanted to turn into a big dog and get out. Those Dementors have no thoughts, but I can do it."

Harry knew that this was how he escaped from Azkaban last time. "But that person convinced me. He said Azkaban is still a long way from Hogwarts, and with their help, we can get there in a few days."

"Their requirements were very clear. They seemed to be certain that I would become the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, and they asked me to open a door after becoming the professor."