if i am not me

Passing through countless corridors, a black figure quietly disappeared in the shadow cast by this ancient castle under the moonlight.

In front of the Whomping Willow, Harry's eyes hidden under the hood stared coldly at the willow tree shaking its branches from time to time. With his superior eyesight, he easily found the knot that could make the Whomping Willow still.Looking coldly at the seemingly insurmountable branch, he recalled a few spells in the black book, and lightly raised the magic wand in his hand.

In an instant, a dark purple light flashed, and the Whomping Willow slowly became quiet along with the light, as if falling asleep.Watching all this, Harry only showed his figure after the Whomping Willow had calmed down. He watched the movement around him vigilantly, and quickly jumped into the hole at the root of the tree.

The hole was still narrow, but that didn't stop Harry from walking forward.After recalling the vague route in his memory, he straightened up and walked forward slowly.It was still the low and oppressive tunnel, but in the darkness, Harry picked out every sudden fork as if he had walked through it thousands of times.Time passed slowly, and Harry's pace became faster and faster. As the road gradually ascended, the tunnel became more and more winding.Harry looked up from time to time, and seemed to be able to see the blurred light emanating from the end.

Rushing his hand against the cold wall, Harry knew he had reached his destination for the night—the Shrieking Shack.Pushing open the door, Harry saw the same mottled walls and stained floors as he remembered in the dusty sky.The lips under the hood lifted slightly, for the familiar atmosphere here——for him, every piece of damaged furniture here feels so familiar.This is the place where Sirius stayed in the past.

But Harry didn't come here tonight to be nostalgic. He felt a slight shaking coming from the closed pocket, and the corners of Harry's mouth raised a beautiful arc. Dropped it on the floor.

The mouse obviously didn't expect the person who grabbed him to be so rough, screamed and rolled on the ground a few times, and then slowly stabilized its figure.Regarding his attitude, Harry didn't feel any guilt at all, he just raised the corners of his mouth coldly and looked at Wormtail's watery eyes that always seemed to be full of fear, wondering how this man made himself feel at any time. They all looked pathetic and harmless.

He could convince his closest friends that he was genuinely guilty of committing suicide rather than absconding; he could easily find the hidden Dark Lord and follow in his footsteps; also just half an hour ago, this seemingly incompetent The man still seized the flaw of his unintentional selling, and in an instant he got rid of the spell that restrained him and became an Animagus again.

Really worthy of being one of the robbers back then, even though he always seemed to cower behind those three.

Contrary to Harry's feelings, Wormtail, enduring the pain, was lying on the ground at the moment, not daring to move.Although his hands and feet were not bound in any way other than a little stiffness, but after learning a lesson, he didn't dare to do it again.I still remember that after preventing the mysterious person in front of him from continuing to go deep into his memory, he seized the blind spot at that moment and wanted to take the opportunity to escape, but he didn't expect that this person's reaction was so frighteningly fast, so frightening that he was easily captured again. was caught.

Except for the Dark Lord, for the first time in these years, Wormtail felt a real fear of a person, not because of his great ability, not because of the other person's mysterious identity, but a kind of grasp of his psychology—that kind of every move The powerlessness of being completely controlled by others really made it almost impossible for Wormtail to feel any rebellion anymore.

He can't just sit and wait... But now he has no ability to resist.He knew very well how easy it was for the person in front of him to kill him.

After being hovered in mid-air again, Wormtail breathed a sigh of relief.If he was still in the castle, maybe he wouldn't be so nervous, because he knew that there was an existence there that everyone could take care of - Dumbledore.But now he knows that they are not in the castle, instead, this person actually brought him to this place, this place full of memories...

But now he doesn't have much thought to remember the past, because he cares more about his own life and death.Fortunately, this person chose to let him release the Animagus form, which meant that he was still useful, so that he didn't have to worry about dying in this person's hands immediately.

As long as he is alive, he has a chance.

The familiar dizziness came suddenly before Wormtail had time to prop up his prostrate body on the ground, and all the pictures began to flash before his eyes again.

Withered hands tapped the armrest of the chair lightly, and a hoarse voice echoed in the empty room. "Come on, tell my child, I won't hurt him, don't worry,..."

"Harry's dead—Harry's dead—!"

"You traitor!"

"Do not------"

A shriller scream than before resounded in this so-called "haunted house". Looking at Wormtail lying on the ground trembling, Harry just buried his face deeply in the hood and waved his wand persistently.

Feeling more dizzy than last time, Wormtail saw himself kneeling in front of a black mass, humbly begging for forgiveness.It's not like human fingers are creating a new wave of pain on him, and he has no other choice but to scream.

In the dark picture, it seems that besides the pain, there is only fear.Wormtail knew what kind of path he chose, and waited for more than 10 years, isn't it for the purpose of being able to live in the sun again after the return of the Dark Lord?The fact of betrayal cannot be changed, so he can only go on firmly, unless he wants to return to the destination of death.

Countless pictures were turning, fine sweat began to ooze from Harry's forehead, and this mental tug-of-war with Wormtail really drained his mana and physical strength.

"Go ahead and get his blood for me, and I'll show everyone in front of them that it was just a coincidence! It was an accident—"

A violent pulling force ejected Harry from Wormtail's memory, Harry moved back slightly to stabilize his figure, and looked coldly at the animal-like panting person under his feet in shock.He really didn't expect that the mission of Wormtail's return was to get Neville's blood...

The blood that might help Voldemort come back to life!

Suddenly, Harry seemed frozen, unable even to move his eyes in horror.This sudden upheaval made the whole room suddenly quiet, and it also made Wormtail, who should have been exhausted, gradually get up again.

At this moment, his mung bean-like eyeballs were frantically rolling in their sockets, as if he couldn't believe the one in ten thousand chance that he had bet right.A silent fixing spell made him escape from this person's restraint.However, many years of experience made him understand that it was just because the other party didn't check for a while. With the methods and abilities that this mysterious person had used before, he firmly believed that this person would soon be able to break free from this state.

Wormtail, who was overly frightened, almost subconsciously turned into an Animagus at almost the same speed as when he escaped Sirius' pursuit back then.Without stopping, or even taking a second look at the man's figure hidden under the cloak, Wormtail quickly fled from this place that could kill him at any time.

This is a place he never wants to set foot in again.

Watching Wormtail disappear at the end of the room, Harry's body, which should have been stiffened by the spell, moved. Thinking of the surprise that flashed in Wormtail's eyes just now, he remained expressionless.If that crappy spell could really trap him, Harry believed he couldn't have appeared in this world either.

But... is your choice really correct?

Staying quietly in this gloomy room, Harry stared blankly at the faint moonlight shining through the windows that were closed by countless wooden boards.He knew too many secrets tonight, but because of the shocking secrets one after another, he couldn't feel too much shock.He has always known that the history of this world has changed, but he never imagined that the original "Boy Who Lived" did not grow up with the care of his family like the boy who was not selected, but died, only one year later. He died when he was young.

So Harry didn't see him at school, so Mr. Weasley didn't know his existence at all, so Snape and Lupine had weird eyes but no other overly reaction, so Leo was the only child of the Potter family ... So, Dumbledore tolerated him—Harry Johnson, and only now did he start to pay attention when he showed his talents.

The reason for this is because Harry Potter has long since disappeared from this world, even in the memory of some people.

At this moment he had to admit that he had been deceiving himself, from when he didn't see Harry Potter when he entered school, from when the "Boy Who Lived" was Neville... Subconsciously, he had already thought of this possibility, but I have been evading not to get to the bottom of it, but I just use my lack of ability as the reason for escaping.But is it true that I don’t want to go into the details because I’m afraid of knowing the truth?Harry looked at the tiny dust particles dancing in the air with his breath under the silvery moonlight. Maybe his heart knew earlier than his reason that death... is actually a real liberation...

For Harry Potter, for him, being able to leave this world without knowing anything was probably due to Merlin's favor.So Harry Potter is dead, so he's alive.

But since he was alive, he had to live desperately. He, Harry Johnson, would take good care of this hard-won life, instead of being muddled like he used to be, unable to even grasp his own destiny.

Harry, who had stabilized his emotions, clenched the wand in his hand, and gently stroked the flowing air under the moonlight, slowly erasing all traces.Walking out of the Shrieking Shack, Harry had already left Harry Potter behind, because he knew that he would accomplish what Harry Potter could not do, including protecting his parents.

After a tossing all night, Harry lay back on his bed but couldn't fall asleep. That problem was still bothering him.Followed his instinct and let Wormtail go, because Harry knew very well that he could not prevent Voldemort's resurrection.Instead of killing this man who played a key role in Voldemort now and making the future even more uncertain, it is better to keep this man's influence on history so that he can seize even a little bit of an opportunity.

What's more, Harry wants Voldemort to know through Wormtail that besides Dumbledore, Hogwarts has a mysterious existence worthy of his consideration, an existence whose enemy is unknown, and one that makes him have to attack Hogwarts when he wants to attack Hogwarts. Think twice about existence.

As for Wormtail's betrayal that was confirmed tonight, Harry was not as angry as he imagined. Is it because he had already guessed the ending, or because he already decided that it had nothing to do with him?Harry didn't know, and didn't want to think about it any further.Instead, he's more interested in why Wormtail betrayed.

Obviously it was Neville who defeated the Dark Lord and became the "Boy Who Lived", but James and Lily were still hunted by Voldemort, and James and Sirius were even seriously injured. Safe Wormtail acts as a secret keeper.In the end Harry Potter died, but Wormtail kept emphasizing that Voldemort's intention was only to catch him and not to kill him.Harry didn't know whether Wormtail was lying, nor could he be sure whether Voldemort in his memory was lying. After all, it seemed to him extremely absurd, but Wormtail's emotional shock made Harry think about such a possibility sex.

Did Voldemort have other arrangements when he made his choice?

Suddenly, a strange idea entered Harry's head.He clearly knew that the history of this world had changed. Since James and Lily were still alive, and since Harry Potter was dead, what about the prophecy—is the prophecy that once determined his fate still the same?

Countless thoughts swirled in his mind, and as the night was getting late, Harry gradually fell asleep.Also, he didn't know that on the bed next to him, there was a boy with blue eyes wide open, sleepless all night.