[HP] Aunt of the Savior

Harry was exhausted, his head was dizzy, his eyelids were heavy, and every bone in him was throbbing, making him torn between unconsciousness and awareness.He felt as if he had finally collapsed on the soft carpet, the soft and warm light of the fire in the fireplace surrounded him, the sweet scent in the air gradually relaxed his nerves, and he seemed to remember nothing.In a daze, he heard a thin, high-pitched voice screaming and sobbing in his ear, and heard Aunt Jody calling his name, trembling and frightened, with a thick nasal voice: "Harry !Harry?!"

...oh...yes...Harry remembers, Aunt Jody rescued him and disapparated him...

"Jordy...Aunt?...Dobby?" Harry tried hard to open his eyes and identify the figures around him.

"Yes, it's Dobby! Oh, thank God, Mr. Harry Potter—" Dobby cried, shaking his big ears.

"We're at Hogwarts, you're safe, Harry... Dobby, please go find Professor Dumbledore and Severus, and have them come to my office at once. Tell Severus to put his A blue slow-release potion, too." Jody finally breathed a sigh of relief at Harry's response.She sniffed, and hurriedly said to Dobby the house-elf, who looked worried and disturbed beside her.

Thanks to Dobby, she was able to take him back to her room at Hogwarts without making a sound after rescuing Harry.Whether it is her current appearance or Harry's state, it is not suitable for others to see.

"Yes, Miss Potter!" Dobby wiped away his tears, and disappeared in front of Jody with a hasty poof.

"Harry, can you stand up..." Jody bent down, took out Harry's wand and Moody's magic eye and put it aside, trying his best but keeping his movements as gentle as possible Lifting Harry up, let his arms rest on her slightly thin shoulders.

Harry nodded, and supported himself with Jody's help.He felt as if he hadn't been this close to his aunt in a long, long time.He wanted to say something—he really had a lot to say to Aunt Jody, but he felt his throat was dry and his head was not clear enough to know where to start.

Jody helped Harry to sit on her sofa, then rolled up his sleeves and healed the wound Wormtail had made with his knife.Harry heard Aunt Jody pointing her wand at his arm and chanting a healing spell in a low, gentle voice.As Jody sang, Harry felt the burning pain in his arm disappear, and the wound that was still there just now was gone, leaving only the dried and clotted blood on his arm and the cut dress robe to remind him of today What happened late was not his hallucination.

"I'm sorry, Harry..." Once Harry's wound had healed, Jody let go of Harry's hand, as if fearing that her touch would cause him pain.She stood up, brewed a cup of hot strong tea and brought it to Harry.

Harry took the tea and took a small sip.The hot tea and the warmth of the room warmed his freshly cold body, the liquid moisturised his parched throat, and he felt much clearer in his head.Everything that happened in the cemetery played back in his mind like a movie. Voldemort made him feel sick, but at the same time he felt a kind of joy and excitement: his choice and judgment were correct, and Aunt Jody saved him.

"I think you must have a lot of questions, I'm sorry, Harry..." Jody kept his mouth shut.She didn't know what she should say now. What happened tonight undoubtedly caused great harm to Harry's body and mind. She couldn't imagine that when Harry saw himself kneeling at Voldemort's feet, How it hurts to stand among Death Eaters.However, even so, Harry still ran towards her at the most critical moment, which made Jody feel a kind of guilt and pain of being trusted.

The knock on the door sounded in time when Jody was silent, and Dumbledore and Snape hurried to Jody's office one after the other.

"Harry needs the slow release." Jody, grateful for the momentary escape from the stalemate that had just suffocated her, turned and walked towards Snape.

Snape frowned.He knew this meant that Harry Potter had been tortured by the Cruciatus Curse by the Dark Lord.He handed Jody the slow-release dose, his eyes fell on the purple-brown blood on her fingers, and his brows frowned even tighter.Jody quickly handed the medicine to Harry, staggering Snape's hand that he wanted to shake with her very naturally.

"Harry," Dumbledore said, walking up to Harry, putting his hands on Harry's shoulders, and looking at Harry with those blue eyes.His gaze always encouraged Harry as he did every time he instructed him. "I want to hear from you what happened tonight first, and then we have something to tell you."

Harry drank the slow-release potion and nodded slightly.He started with meeting Moody on his own walks, and how he met Mr. Barty Crouch of the Ministry of Magic and helped him pick up the handkerchief that turned into a portkey. "I really didn't expect Mr. Crouch's handkerchief to be a portkey... Is he a Death Eater too?"

"No, Mr. Barty Crouch has the Imperius Curse, and he is under the care of Madam Pomfrey," said Dumbledore.

Harry then went on to say that he was teleported to a horrible graveyard.He saw Professor Moody turned into a Death Eater, and then how Wormtail used his father's bones, the flesh of his servants, and the blood of his enemies to help Voldemort come back to life.

"But," at last, Harry's green eyes brightened suddenly when he finally spoke of Voldemort's resurrection, "I don't believe Voldemort got anything out of my brain, he didn't see more , although I can't perfectly create fake thoughts and feelings, but I can at least prevent him from finding something in my brain..." He took a heavy breath, and his tone suddenly became light: "I Thought he might have thought Aunt Jody's presence in the Death Eaters was a devastating blow to me - because he seemed to have seen a scene where I used to be with Aunt Jody."

"You have learned Occlumency, which Voldemort must have never thought of. You have mastered it very well. I believe you can do it." Dumbledore smiled and nodded, and said meaningfully: "We can always play unique potential, especially when we want to protect those we value most."

Jody had been sitting next to Snape while Harry was narrating, her head lowered absent-mindedly, but when she heard Harry say this, she finally couldn't help but look up at him.

Harry gave Jody a smile—even Jody himself had to admit that this naughty and a little sly smile was very similar to her, "Well, I don't have that many problems, I guessed something, Like..." He looked around the room. "Professor Bubbaji is Aunt Jody. Oh, I should have guessed it sooner. The lingonberry sauce in Professor Bubbaji's cakes is exactly the same as Aunt Jody's."

Jody was taken aback for a moment, and the corners of his mouth curled up in a complicated mood.Having her identity noticed by Harry was something she had hoped for, but she had to admit that Harry had done a better job than she'd expected—it never even occurred to her that Harry might already know so much, and had been There was an astonishing silence.

The opportunity for Harry to discover this secret was when he was taken back to the office by Professor Bubaji for snacks after he used the Time Converter.He hadn't been paying attention at the time, but it wasn't until he went to Dumbledore's office for a lesson and used the password for the lingonberry cream ball that it suddenly occurred to him what he had overlooked that day.Coupled with the invisibility cloak and the strange reminder about the invisibility cloak in the letter that should be a trap... The feeling of being betrayed by the most trusted person gradually faded away, calm thinking prevailed, and he began to realize Things may not be as simple as he sees on the surface.

He spent half a school year dealing with Professor Bubaji, and he became more and more suspicious that Professor Bubaji was Jody. Since the Quidditch World Cup and the beginning of the fourth grade, he has hesitated more than once whether to take the initiative to find Bubaji. Professor Budge spoke about the matter, but finally decided to keep quiet for the time being.

"Also, I know the Aurors are looking for Aunt Jody, maybe because she's a Death Eater too. But I've always leaned towards Auntie being a spy—" He glanced at Professor Snape, who was still frowning , "Since Professor Snape once had such an identity."

Hearing the word Auror, Snape immediately understood where Harry had heard the news.He couldn't help mumbling something under his breath, as if complaining about how bad Gryffindors were at hiding their secrets.

"I admit I was a little confused for a while by what happened last Christmas, and I saw..." Harry paused, swallowing everything he'd seen at the risk of going back so many times with the Time-Turner into the stomach. "When I saw that letter, and tonight, Voldemort said that in front of the Death Eaters..."

Now he was almost ashamed of his mistrust and wavering. "I'm sorry, Aunt Jody, I once said that I would choose to trust you no matter what, but I..."

"No, it's me who should be apologizing, Harry." Jody finally couldn't help standing up at Harry's words, and walked to Harry's side and gave him a gentle hug. "As your elder, I'm sorry for keeping so many things hidden from you and causing you to suffer like this. Harry, you trust me enough that you've acted bravely tonight, and many adult wizards don't have you I am so proud of you for having the courage to face Voldemort directly." She let go of her hand, showing a relieved smile, "If you have roughly mastered Occlumency, I think we may be able to tell you something more ..."

"Then," Snape, who had been patient for a long time, finally spoke impatiently at this moment: "Before you continue to confess to your lovely nephew what we have kept from him, you may have something else to do." He After a pause, there was anger in his tone: "Shouldn't you explain what happened to the blood on your body, Joe?"

"It's just Harry's blood, you know Wormtail cut his arm." Jody instinctively drew his hand back when Snape reached out to her, and she immediately felt guilty for her obvious guilt The reaction showed an embarrassed expression.

"Jo! Show me your hand!" Snape grabbed Jody's arm and forced her to open it.He had already felt that something was wrong, and in today's situation, it was abnormal enough that Jody didn't take the initiative to hold his hand.

Harry had never seen Professor Snape so hard on Aunt Jody, but he soon understood why.

—her palms were covered with blood, but it wasn't Harry's blood as she said it was, but her own.The palms of her hands were cut into deep wounds by her nails, and the sweat from her palms was mixed into those wounds, and blood is still oozing up to this day.

Harry then remembered why his hands were wet and sticky when Aunt Jody took him to Apparate.He felt his heart be pulled suddenly. "Aunt Jody..."

He thought he understood why, when he was tortured and humiliated by Voldemort and endured such pain, Aunt Jody, who stood there calmly and motionless, might not be more relaxed than him, and her heart might be far more painful than his. many.

"You need healing, too." Snape shot Jody a look, and drew his wand to cast a healing spell on her.His expression was focused, and even the cold and hard lines on his face softened.

Harry felt that the relationship between them seemed to be better than before. He had never seen such a clumsy Aunt Jody and such...so gentle Professor Snape.This made him wonder how many Hogwarts students would be speechless if they could see Snape like this.

"But I do have some problems." Harry looked away from his aunt (and Professor Snape), "Voldemort said a lot of strange things tonight, he said that some people regard me as his nemesis... ...and said that my mother didn't have to die, but she stood in front of me... In other words, the person Voldemort wanted to kill was not my parents who had been fighting him, but me? But why did he want to kill What about me? I was just born then, wasn't I?"

After hearing Harry's words, both Jody's and Snape's bodies tensed up simultaneously.

Dumbledore thought about it for a while, and then spoke slowly: "I'm not sure if it's a good time to tell you the truth... Voldemort wanted to kill you because of a prophecy, which said that you would be his Enemy."

"Just because of this?" Harry thought it was incredible. Although he had taken two courses of divination and arithmetic and divination, he had never believed in the so-called prophecy—look at what Professor Trelawney said Crazy words!

"Yes." Jody, whose wound has healed, reached out and rubbed Harry's hair, "You are very tired today, I think we can talk to you about other things slowly in the future. You need to rest, Harry , you will sleep in my room tonight. Albus, I will tell you about the rest of tonight."

Dumbledore nodded and conjured a set of pajamas for Harry: "Good night, Harry."

Snape handed Harry a bottle of purple sleeping potion, "Drink it and get some sleep."

Harry had wanted to ask about Luna, and he was terribly sorry for leaving Luna alone at the ball.However, he was really embarrassed to ask Professor Dumbledore or Professor Snape about such things, so he obediently changed into his pajamas and drank sleeping potions to prepare for a rest.

"Sleep, Harry, you need a good rest now." Jody kissed Harry's forehead. "Leave the other things to us. You have performed well enough today."

Snape's immediate effect of the sleeping potion made Jody's words seem magical. Before Harry could say good night to Aunt Jody, he fell asleep on the soft mattress and warm quilt.