Harry Potter and the Rebirth

His heart was always in his throat and never let go. When the stone beast at the door saw Harry coming, it jumped aside tactfully. Dumbledore's office had always been accessible to him. He had known this three years ago.

Harry thanked the stone beast and then sat down on the sofa. There was a concave curve on it. That was where Sirius had sat. He used magic to preserve it.

The Gryffindor photo frame floated down from the top, revealing his head shot, and he expressed his dissatisfaction to Harry.

"No, you guys keep circling around him, why didn't you ever think of asking me? Am I not better than that guy who's looking for something?"

Harry suddenly woke up and realized that there was a wise man from a thousand years ago hidden in his mind, not to mention Ravenclaw, the knowledgeable lady who once possessed extraordinary wisdom.

"What can you do?"

Gryffindor smiled but said nothing. There were some things that Harry was not yet aware of. He placed the mirror on his desk in the same style as Dumbledore's, and the image on the mirror was still shifting. It was always a mystery, but it was always Gryffindor's hope.

Harry saw that Gryffindor was silent, and sat on the sofa in disappointment. If Gryffindor had any idea, he should have spoken up when that happened this morning. He stared at Dumbledore's desk in a daze, and then he seemed to remember something, walked to a corner of the desk, and gently stroked the lines on it.

After waiting for a long time, there was no movement. Could it be that I remembered it wrongly? Harry was a little self-doubting.

Gryffindor flew up in boredom, his face disappearing from the frame, cutting off his connection with this world.

The shadow of the desk began to twist at this moment, and some black air continued to rise and float out, then transformed into a handsome boy. He was wearing a Slytherin school robe, and the smile on his face made people feel a lot of good impression. He was a handsome gentleman who looked exceptionally kind and considerate.

"We meet again, Senior Tom."

Harry happily came up to him and greeted him.

"Harry..." Tom drawled out his tone, sounding unusually gorgeous and classical, "I'm glad to meet you."

Harry always felt his cheeks getting hot. They had already known this person three years ago. He was the witness of the Unbreakable Contract signed between Harry and Dumbledore. This undoubtedly represented Dumbledore's great trust in him.

This also dispelled any doubts Harry had in his heart when he first met him. This knowledgeable senior ghost only liked to stay in Dumbledore's office and never took a step out.

It's just that the way he appeared was a little special, very much like those extremely evil black magic, but Dumbledore once explained to him that he was an Obscurus. For this reason, although he lived to the fifth grade, he still left this world regretfully.

A strong obsession made him return to Hogwarts. Since he was the first soul entity transformed from an Obscurus in history, his appearance would be accompanied by black shadows and black air. Harry accepted this statement without hesitation because of his trust in Dumbledore, but in order to avoid panic among others, Dumbledore hoped that Harry could keep this secret.

"Don't worry," Tom comforted her at the right time, "Dumbledore must be confident. Besides, doesn't he have the Resurrection Stone on him?"

When Tom said this, there was a slight change in his voice, which seemed to hide his desire for the Philosopher's Stone. Unfortunately, Dumbledore was too defensive against him and would kick it into his arms every time, making it impossible for him to get it.

Harry then remembered this magical object that had been away from his life for a long time. Dumbledore must have gone to find you, Nicomel. A little hope was rekindled in his heart. This wise man who had lived for more than 600 years must have a way to solve this problem.

Dumbledore looked at Sirius lying on the table and sighed heavily. Grindelwald beside him had been here for nearly seven or eight hours, transferring his magic to Sirius all the time.

Dumbledore knew that he owed Grindelwald a big favor, and so did Sirius.

Grindelwald withdrew his hand, the light emanating from Sirius gradually disappeared, and then his face began to turn red. Dumbledore helped Grindelwald sit on a chair beside him, looking at him with a guilty look on his face, his lips moving, but he did not dare to speak.

Grindelwald took advantage of this time to secretly hide the Philosopher's Stone in his sleeve and quietly chipped off a small piece. Dumbledore looked down, and although he saw his little action, he did not say anything to stop him. Forget it, he owed him this.

Sirius felt extremely warm. He came to a world again. In this world, the history of the war had changed. James and Lily hid the name of the house with Dumbledore. The Fidelius Charm protected their family, but unfortunately it affected Neville. Neville's parents died and a scar was left on his forehead.

Sirius seemed to understand the legendary prophecy a little. Voldemort disappeared in an instant. The Death Eaters were either dead or scattered. Snape was also caught and imprisoned in Azkaban. Recently, Lily had a conflict with James. She wanted to go to Azkaban to see her old friend, but unfortunately James did not allow it.

Peter Pettigrew came in and out of their house normally, with deep ill intentions hidden under his greasy face. Lupin on the side was a little timid, but reality defeated him after all, the class gap between them was still too big.

Sirius rushed forward angrily. Peter Pettigrew must have bad intentions. What on earth was he trying to do now? Dumbledore should have caught him. He had been involved with the Death Eaters for a long time. However, he rushed forward angrily and passed through his body. He helplessly watched everything happening around him. He could only be a ghost without a physical body. No one could see him, let alone hear him speak.

A long time had passed since the war, and Harry grew up day by day. The love from his family made him extremely lively and cheerful, even a little mischievous, a little devil, a bit like James when he was young.

"Mom, Mom," little Harry rode on his flying broom. He had shown his talent in Quidditch since he was a child, which made James very proud. He showed off to everyone around him. Harry rushed into the house directly from the door, then jumped off the broom, rushed straight into the kitchen, and hugged Lily's waist tightly.

"I want to eat treacle pie today--" Harry began to puff up his chubby face and act coquettishly to Lily, "I don't want to eat broccoli anymore--"

Lily pinched his cheek lovingly, gently straightened his wrinkled collar, pushed him out of the kitchen, and stuffed a book into his hand. On the cover of the book was a picture of three brothers and the logo of the Deathly Hallows. It was a fairy tale book of the wizarding world.

"Be good - don't disturb mommy, be good and obedient, and I will read you a bedtime story tonight."

Harry skipped out of the room, his expression full of innocence and childishness, which was the result of being spoiled by his family. Sirius looked at him and couldn't help but burst into tears.

If it weren't for me, if it weren't for me, would all this be Harry's day?