[HP]Tom Potter

Godric's Hollow in the early morning is beautiful.The typical single-family cottages in old England are scattered in the valley, and the roads are lined with large flat lawns, lush trees and small shrubs as tall as a person.Most of the cottages have a beautiful small garden, where colorful flowers are blooming quietly and enthusiastically.There are also hard-working creepers, which grow rapidly in the good summer, covering almost all the walls and fences of the village.

The morning breeze blew gently, caressing Harry's flushed cheeks from anxiety and nervousness with moisture, slowly calming his heart down.

The village and its masters are still sleeping peacefully.In such a silent moment, Harry could only hear the sound of his own footsteps on solid ground, the rustling of tree branches and leaves in the wind, and the low chirping of insects among the grass blades.Occasionally, there will be one or two sleepy barks and birdsong, but they will soon return to sleep.

Everything feels peaceful and beautiful.

Harry walked slowly, waiting for the valley to wake up.And he didn't wait for long. After turning around a dense grove, he saw a lighted house not far from the road, and two figures standing tall and short at the door.

"Harry!" The childish voice broke the tranquility of the valley.

Accompanied by pattering footsteps, a soft little body threw itself into Harry's open arms enthusiastically.

Before he had time to think about the reason for their waiting, the 13-year-old big Potter hugged the [-]-year-old little Potter, and the feeling of happiness burst out like bubbles in his heart.He couldn't help laughing, and spun around Tom in his arms.

"Feifei~~" The little boy hugged the Gryffindor lion cub's arm tightly, enjoying the feeling of whirling excitedly, and the crisp laughter sounded like a spring.

Headmaster Dumbledore watched, smiling, until Harry's spinning pace slowed, before he interrupted the two Potters' reunion celebration and brought them into the house.

After drinking a cup of warm honey milk and eating a few slices of delicious cakes, Harry couldn't control the drowsiness rising from the depths of his body after tossing all night, his eyelids became extremely heavy, falling down one after another.While hugging Tom who was trying to pounce on Harry, the white-bearded headmaster dispelled Harry's embarrassment with gentle words and a smile, and took him to the clean room that had been prepared long ago.

Then there was a flurry, and by the time Harry came to his senses, he had already put on his pajamas, covered himself with a quilt, and was lying on the soft bed.Moreover, beside him lay a little guy staring at him with wide-eyed eyes.

Although he had promised the principal that he would sleep obediently to get the qualification to sleep with him, but after the old principal went out, little Tom immediately violated his promise.With a deft turn of a week and a half, the boy rolled into Harry's arms, and the little short hands hung on his neck with difficulty, and began to question him one after another.

"Harry, do you miss Tom? Tom misses you every day. I wanted to cry when I missed you yesterday. Albus later made me a cake with beautiful flowers, so I stopped crying."

"Harry, do you want to brush your teeth at night? Tom has to brush his teeth every day now, and Albus says he won't give you candy if you don't brush your teeth. Why can't you not brush your teeth?"

"Harry, do you like my new clothes? There are many stars on them. But Albus's clothes have more stars and wink."

"Harry..."

Harry tried his best to answer Tom's strange questions. Although he was sleepy, he still liked the loose communication with Tom.In fact, most of the time, Tom didn't really need his reply, the little boy just wanted to share his little world with Harry.

Slowly, Tom's childish voice faded away from Harry's ear, and finally became a vague and pleasant background.

Harry fell asleep.

When the old Headmaster came to check the bed half an hour later, both Potters were fast asleep. Harry was lying upright with his arms and legs tucked away, only his right hand was open to the side to serve as little Tom's pillow.Tom, on the other hand, slept wantonly, his body lying on a slant, his left hand leaning against Harry's face, holding a handful of Harry's black hair between his fingers.

Both Potters had reassuring smiles on their faces.

The author has something to say:

The scenery of Godric's Hollow did not refer to the description in the original book, but was written according to my own imagination.It is hereby noted.

The Godric's Hollow cottage in my mind is shown below, taken from the British drama "Miss Marple".The village there is really beautiful, but due to time constraints, this picture was not captured very well, so I will change it to a more beautiful one another day. ^_^

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