[Comprehensive British and American] The Wizard of Cullen's House

Harry Potter thought he had a very absurd dream.

Everything around him was blurred, and he could only vaguely hear two people buzzing in his ear—or arguing.Then he remembered that Dudley was pushed out by an invisible force, and the surrounding wind rushed towards him crazily, and the raw pain came up again, making him want to cry.But then his forehead was gently covered by a big warm palm, and the temperature from above seemed to instantly ignite his cold body.

Harry tilted his head with some nostalgia and leaned his face against it.

"You shouldn't be taking Harry with you to Apparate, he's still so young!" Avella crossed her arms, watching Sirius carefully pick Harry up and put him on her body.

"If you don't do that, do you think no one will find out based on the situation at that time!" Sirius said to her forcefully but in a low voice, "Harry is not as fragile as you think, Ivy."

Avella was speechless, but she still had strong dissatisfaction with Sirius' actions, and this dissatisfaction was very straightforward on her face - she frowned tightly, disapproving stared at Sirius.But the latter had no intention of continuing to talk to her. He stuffed the still cold little hand of the child in his arms into his arms, and gently stroked his pale face with the other hand.

Avella stared for a moment, turning her head to look at the closed door, before she walked over to open it.

"Good afternoon, Ivy." Professor Dumbledore stood outside the door with Severus Snape, and calmly withdrew his hand to knock on the door.He was still wearing the off-white robe, his blue eyes looked at Sirius in the room through Avella's body: "And you, Sirius."

"Professor Dumbledore." Because of holding Harry, Sirius couldn't stand up to meet his most respected white wizard.Of course, after his eyes shifted to the male wizard who was always dressed in black and had a stiff face behind the white wizard, he closed his mouth as tightly as before.Avella rolled her eyes at Sirius like this, and said to Snape: "Snape, have you brought the medicine?"

Severus Snape took out a small jar of porcelain from his arms, and after Avella took it, he raised his hand and threw it, and Sirius accurately caught the jar.

Although he was very reluctant, Sirius still fed the potion in the porcelain bottle to Harry who was still not getting better after lying down for a long time.

Professor Dumbledore did not sit down, he stood by the door, his eyes fixed on Harry Potter whose face was pink from drinking the potion.Avella stood far away, but this distance did not prevent her from observing Snape with stiff skin on his face. Finally, she looked away and looked at Harry who finally fell into a peaceful sleep after drinking the potion.

"Then I, the old man, will go first." In the corridor outside the room, Professor Dumbledore said to his two students with frowned eyebrows, "As for Petunia, I will write a letter to explain to them, so that they don't need to tell us little Harry worried."

"...Okay." Sirius and Avella were strangely silent for a while, and in the end Avella was the first to respond.

Professor Dumbledore took Snape away with satisfaction.

"That group of Muggles won't worry about Harry's disappearance." After Dumbledore left, Sirius kept his disdainful expression leaning against the door and said what he wanted to say most at this moment.

"Of course not." Avella has no doubts about this, but this does not mean that Sirius can successfully expose the absurd things he did before, "Sirris Black, I solemnly warn you, next time You are not allowed to bring Harry to Apparate again. Also, in the following time, you are not allowed to instill in Harry the completely incorrect idea that all Slytherins are dark wizards. You! And me! We all know!" She raised her voice a little and forcefully swallowed back what Sirius wanted to say, but it didn't mean he wouldn't argue with her.

"Why didn't I know that you have changed your opinion of dark wizards?" He raised one eyebrow, then squinted at her.

"Oh come on, I didn't say that I have changed my opinion of dark wizards." Avella turned around and disappeared in front of Sirius in the blink of an eye.

Sirius took two steps forward and looked downstairs, and said, "I noticed that the way you look at that slug recently is a bit strange, Ivy."

"Really?" Avella's voice came from downstairs.

"Yes." Sirius said lazily, "What did you know but didn't tell me." He pointed out bluntly.

"Why did I tell you?" When Elvira appeared in front of Sirius again, she was holding a book in her arms that was high enough to cover her entire head. Sirius took the top one off at will, and found that it was A Piece of Hogwarts History.This surprised him, why didn't he remember that there was such a book in his house?

The only explanation is that Avella brought in some things he never touched while he was away—for example, the piles of books that gave him a headache after reading them.

"Do you need me to explain that this is my home?" Sirius followed Avella, watching her pile all those books on the floor of the room where she would live in the future.But she obviously didn't control her strength well, and the sound of the book hitting the ground was very loud.

At the same time as the sound of the book falling to the ground, a piercing and sharp woman's voice came from the first floor.

"Who's running around my house like a filthy little mouse! Damn, can't I get a good night's sleep when I'm dead, you stupid, reckless little bastards! Kerry Cut! Kreacher!"

Avella widened her eyes to look at Sirius, and Sirius Black rolled his eyes in annoyance, turned around and rushed out.Immediately, the woman's voice became much quieter. Although it still seemed to be amplified by a loudspeaker to Avella's ears, she soon heard other faint, cautious footsteps from inside.

She threw the book back to the floor, and the next moment stood at the door of the room where Harry was resting. She looked at the closed door with some hesitation.

Cautiously walking towards the door, she could even imagine in her mind the confusion and panic on their little Harry's face, because the woman's voice that woke him up was like viciously tearing apart a person's beautiful life. The ghost of the dream.She felt that Harry's hand had already been placed on the doorknob, and now she didn't hesitate anymore, and reached out and knocked gently on the door.

Harry stopped moving.

"Harry, are you awake?" An unreal voice came from outside the door, but Harry Potter immediately recognized the woman standing outside the door.His heart began to beat again, and his hand holding the doorknob tightened.Then, the green-eyed little doll who had just woken up in a cold sweat suddenly opened the door and threw herself into the arms of the woman outside the door, burying her head hard in the arms of the woman outside the door.

Unbelievably cold from Avella's body into his body, Harry felt Avey put her hand on his shoulder as if trying to push him away.

"No." Harry said pleadingly, hugging Avella even tighter, "Ivy."

Avella felt a dull pain in her heart, which made her stop immediately when she wanted to push Harry away.

It's not that she hasn't hugged Harry before, but it's the first time that Harry's whole body is buried in her arms like this. She knows that her body temperature is not suitable for holding a baby-of course, sometimes she can't help it. one time.The vampire's keen senses allowed her to hear and sense Harry's crying voice, which made her soften all of a sudden.Slightly pulling Harry away, Avella squatted down and looked at the little guy with red eyes: "It's okay, I'm here."

Harry kept pursing his lips.

"Ivy..." Sirius, who had just turned a corner on the stairs and called out his name, stopped in place. He looked at Ivy and Harry's eyes at the same time, and let out a long breath, "You're awake."

Avella took the hand off Harry's shoulder.Harry Potter immediately rushed towards the man standing at the stairs looking at him with a smile.

When he touched the warmth he felt before, the child sucked heavily through his nose.

It was a very luxurious-looking living room - it was not difficult for Harry to imagine how exquisite its predecessor was.He is now sitting on a large sofa that looks like it has a certain age, and there is a large black fireplace on his left. On both sides of the fireplace are glass cabinets full of strange things, and in the cabinet In the front and even behind the sofa where Harry was sitting, there were piles of books that looked very huge.He also seemed to have seen a book called "A Study of Hippogriff Barbarism" on the cover of those books.

While Harry was looking at the living room, Ivy walked in, holding a very old-looking cup in his hand.

She handed the cup to Harry: "This is pumpkin juice, I think you'll like it."

Harry looked at the yellow liquid inside, raised his glass and swallowed a small mouthful.The sweet taste filled his mouth in an instant, which made him fall in love with the taste instantly, and couldn't help but take another big sip.

"Well, then next..." Sirius, who was following Avella, sat on the small sofa opposite him, his unfinished words were interrupted by Avella.I only heard Avella frowned and said to him: "I just said it!"

"Tsk." Sirius pursed his lips improbably in Harry's sight, and then this man who should always look so mature lay back against the back of the sofa, pursed his mouth and did not speak.

"Harry, we know that you must have doubts about many things now, but... Well, please let us explain to you." Avella said to Harry whose mouth was covered with pumpkin juice.

Harry Potter looked at Sirius, then at Elvira, and nodded.

"So what do you want to know?" Avella tensed her shoulders.

"... just... just before, Dudley..." Harry Potter couldn't organize the words in his mind, how could he ask?He wondered if it was his fault that Dudley was like that, and wondered if he would end up in a summer of detention if his aunt found out that Dudley was injured because of him.Besides, the image of Dudley screaming before had scared him.

Sirius knew that Harry was still in confusion, so he spoke first, "Harry, that little fat man is fine." He paused, then continued, "And I think that's not what you really want to ask."

Harry Potter nodded in the sight of Sirius and Avella, subconsciously said: "Why did he do that? I mean, is it because of... me?"

He keenly sensed Sirius' bright eyes and Elvira's pensive expression, but neither of them spoke.

Are they thinking how to answer his question?

Just when Harry Potter couldn't wait to ask again, Avella said, "It's because of you."

At that moment, Harry only felt a chill rushing from the bottom of his feet to the top of his head.All his movements seemed to be severely suppressed by someone at that moment, and he wanted to say something but couldn't.

"But it's not your will, Harry." Avella's voice pierced Harry's ears. "When I was young, I also had a magic riot because of anger. It's normal for us people."

Harry came back to his senses: "Wait, us people?"

He saw Avella's warm golden eyes fixed on him, and he couldn't tell what emotion she was in now—or no emotion at all.

Then she said: "You're a wizard, Harry."

……

Outside the large windows, the sky that was softly covered by warm orange was gradually replaced by blue-black, and the windows embedded in the middle of the tall buildings opposite the house lit up with orange light as the sky darkened.In the spacious living room, two adults, a man and a woman, were taking turns talking to the green-eyed child sitting opposite them. At a certain moment, the big fireplace ignited a flame, but it did not scare Three people talking.

The green-eyed child suddenly jumped off the sofa, and threw himself into the arms of the man sitting on the small sofa opposite him.

"Is it true? You are my... Godfather, is it true?" The child's crying voice sounded in the living room, "Can I really live here with you?"

"Of course." The man hugged the child who had rushed into his arms, and smiled slightly.

Looking at the scene in front of her, the woman slightly curled her lips, and her eyes that were originally cold when she said something were replaced by softness.