HP Shavings Wizard

Harry's heart was in turmoil.

He was inadvertently glanced at by those clear blue eyes, and he chose to follow Miss Green for some unknown reason.

He actually didn't know why he wanted to follow, but he felt like something in his heart was driving him to do so.

Alison turned into a secret passage.

Harry was stunned for a moment, hesitated for a moment, and followed.

The secret passage was dark and so quiet that only the sound of one's own breathing could be heard. There was a lot of dust here, and it seemed that no one knew about it.

Alison walked through the secret passage with ease and entered an abandoned classroom at the end. She suddenly spoke in a gentle and calm tone.

"…Please come out, Mr. Potter."

Harry walked out of the secret passage, feeling nervous after his stalking was exposed. He smiled awkwardly and spoke hesitantly.

"That...I..."

"I noticed you were following me, so I brought you here... I have something I want you to know." Alison interrupted him while he was trying to organize his explanation, her tone lazy and weary.

No one knew better than she why the Boy-Who-Lived was following her - Legilimency was also a useful magic for modifying superficial thoughts.

"what's up?"

Alison pursed her lips and smiled, her voice soft and calm as she looked at the ignorant little lion.

"…You probably don't know yet…you have a godfather."

Harry stared at her blankly, feeling his heart suddenly beating violently, and also hearing his own vague voice as if in a dream.

"…godfather?"

Alison explained good-naturedly, moving closer to him, very close.

"Your parents' closest friend, Sirius Black."

"..." Harry was at a loss for a moment, "...what about the others?"

"He was framed and sent to Azkaban."

Harry's eyes widened: "What?!"

Alison whispered, "At the beginning, your father gathered a small group of four people. But one of them betrayed them and revealed the location of your family, which allowed Voldemort to find your family..."

This huge news made Harry dizzy, as if a bolt of lightning had struck him. He clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into his flesh.

The adults he had come into contact with never told him this, only that Voldemort had killed his parents and he had survived.

Too many questions, too many things to know linger in the mind of this orphan who longs for his parents.

He took a deep breath.

Alison didn't need him to urge her, she narrated patiently, her eyebrows slightly raised, a subtle expression of amusement appeared on her cold and arrogant face.

"... Black is your father's childhood playmate and relative. He was the first person chosen as the secret keeper... The magic that protects the house requires a secret keeper. As long as the secret keeper does not reveal it, no one can see your house."

"Black felt that his overly close relationship with your father would be immediately guessed by Voldemort, so at the last minute he suggested that your father replace the real secret-keeper with another friend of theirs: Peter Pettigrew. Black would act as the apparent secret-keeper to attract the enemy's attention."

Harry clenched his fists and gritted his teeth at the tragedy of his family.

"Peter Pettigrew?"

Alison stated the facts calmly: "He wanted to live."

Harry stared at Alison, confirming once again, repeating the fact he had already guessed in his heart, his voice a little difficult: "…So he betrayed my parents, right?"

Alison nodded and added kindly, lightly stirring up his emotions with a few words.

"After your parents died, Black was the only one who knew that Pettigrew was the real secret keeper, so he went after Pettigrew. Pettigrew blew up a Muggle street, killing a dozen of them, and then faked his own death to escape, leaving Black with the identity of the 'secret-leaking and murderous Death Eater'."

"It was post-war, and there was chaos. The Ministry of Magic had no doubt that a Black would do this - the Blacks are an ancient pure-blood family, and they have sided with Voldemort."

"The godfather your parents chose for you was rashly thrown into Azkaban by the Ministry of Magic. And your family's enemy, at least one of them, was posthumously awarded the Order of Merlin, First Class, as a hero, which is the highest contribution in the wizarding world."

Harry felt suffocated, as if a hand was tightly grasping his neck.

He felt sad and coldly angry and hateful about this absurd fact. He gasped for breath and it took him a long time to calm down.

Alison looked at him calmly, her eyes examining and cold, just like the way she looked at a dead object in the robe shop at the beginning.

After a while, Harry gradually calmed down.

The little red-haired wizard was taller than the thin boy. He lowered his eyes slightly and added the last sentence with a look of compassion and indifference.

"…and I happen to know where Petelou is hiding."

The black-haired, green-eyed kid suddenly raised his head and stared into Alison's blue eyes stubbornly, asking with almost all his strength, his voice frighteningly loud in the abandoned classroom.

"Where is he?!"

Alison gently stroked his face, and they could feel each other's breath. She asked the most ordinary question calmly in a cold voice that was almost a sigh.

That bright and sharp look reminded Harry of poisonous snakes and ferocious beasts for a moment - they were like hunting, biting their prey tightly - and he was that prey.

"…And what will you give me in return, Harry?"

Harry was silent, he wanted to rescue his godfather, wanted to avenge his parents and his own tragedy. But, as Miss Green said, what could he give her?

Finally, he gritted his teeth, as if he had made up his mind, and stared at Alison.

“…anything.”