[HP] Born Noble

During this summer vacation, Draco and Harry took a trip in Harry's heart - Godric's Hollow - Harry's former home.Now that the Dark Lord was finally destroyed, and the Death Eaters were almost wiped out in that great battle, he finally didn't have to worry about travel safety. Therefore, Harry finally had the opportunity to return to the place he once remembered.

In the wizarding world, Godric's Hollow is a well-known place, where Godric Gryffindor was born, where the world's first golden snitch was born, where the famous historian Bagshot Bathilda Dumbledore's home, also the hometown of Dumbledore, from that valley came out the legendary "Three Deaths", and from here came out a boy who survived a catastrophe - he killed the most evil man in history at the age of 16 Scary dark wizard.But for Muggles, this is a peaceful rural place, with villages, churches, and large fields. Except for a convenience store that doubles as a post office, there is only an ordinary and cozy tavern left.

From the moment he stood on a quiet village street, Harry was in an overwhelming mood, especially when he turned around the war obelisk in the middle of the town square and saw the wizarding side of the sculpture—a man with hair Shaggy, with glasses; a woman with long hair, beautiful and elegant; and a baby boy, sitting in her arms - his father, mother and him.

The sculpture is very warm and unreal, his father's expression is very happy, his mother's posture is very relaxed, and the front of his own forehead is smooth, even so, Harry is still very close, it seems that this can make him closer to his parents.

"Harry," Draco pulled him, pointing to the church not far away, "I think, let's go there to worship first."

Behind the church is the cemetery. Even if Harry doesn't know much about wizard genealogy, he can see many familiar surnames just by glancing at the tombstone here, including Hogwarts classmates, Sir Merlin, and even some High-ranking officials of the Ministry of Magic's...

Two rows behind the tombstones of Principal Dumbledore's mother and sister, Harry found the tomb of his parents, white marble, although Harry, as the only descendant of the Potter family, came here for the first time for so many years, but look It turns out that his parents' tombstones are well tended, free of dust, and filled with bouquets of blooming, soon-to-bloom, or wilting flowers.

james potter

Born 1960.3.27

Died on October 1981.10.31, [-]

lily potter

Born 1960.1.30

Died on October 1981.10.31, [-]

Harry touched the tombstone, and traced the inscription on it with his fingers, [The last enemy to be defeated is death] This sentence is very similar to what Voldemort said-fly away from death, conquer death.

But at the same time, it also has another meaning—the meaning of life goes beyond death, and for some people, even death is glorious.

Harry touched the words on it over and over again, "But I hope they can live, no honor, as long as..."

"Draco, if it wasn't for Voldemort, I'd be happy growing up here, my mum would make me apple pie, my dad would play Quidditch with me - I would, I'd make them proud of me... ..." Big drops of tears flowed from Harry's eyes, and after arriving here and seeing all of this, Harry realized for the first time what he had lost. They were lying here, maybe they had melted into one The pile of bones, the empty words and comfort and flowers won't let them know that today is their son's first visit to see them, his mom won't kiss him for his near straight A's in OWLs, and his dad won't know about him Inherited his talent and became a very good House Quidditch Seeker.

To lose is to lose.

They lay there, their bones cold, and he was alive, surviving Voldemort's death curse, twice, with his heart still beating like his parents had sacrificed themselves in the hope that he would survive , healthy standing in front of them.

"Death is considered by wizards to be the beginning of another journey, Harry, they will know, and they have already known, look at these flowers, people are grateful for you, they are already proud of you gone."

Harry sniffed, touched his face indiscriminately, and tried to force a smile, "Okay! Dad, Mom, I, I don't want to talk about revenge, I didn't become a murderer, I just want to say... I am still alive, active, healthy, optimistic, and will continue to work hard for my ideals! Live up to the expectations of those who love me."

Harry finally used his wand to conjure a large bouquet of lilies and put them on his parents' grave, then stood up, he wanted to go to his original home.

The large courtyard of the Porter House is already in ruins, and it still presents the appearance of that sad night more than ten years ago. Now it can barely see its complete outline in the past. It is a large two-story house with an attic. The right side of the top floor was particularly badly damaged, Harry was sure that was where her mother had protected his sacrifice, the gate was rusty and the garden had been completely ruined by the fence and all those creeping ivy.

"I don't think it can be repaired," Draco tested it with his wand. Some of the flowers and plants could be removed, but for the rubble, which was destroyed by black magic, there was no way to repair it.

Harry didn't really care, he pushed the door open and went in, thinking he'd find something small to remember inside, like her mum's favorite barrette, or a book her dad had read.

The household items that can be picked up in the ruins are really inconspicuous and worthless little things, but for Harry, whose parents’ photos are a luxury, he undoubtedly got a huge treasure trove ——When he saw the dessert baking tray, he seemed to be able to smell the sweetness of the biscuits coming from it; when he saw the toy broom on the living room carpet, he could imagine his father protecting him, even an old cat food bowl It can make Harry feel excited for a while, once, once they had a pet.In this house, he, his parents, and a cat form a complete and warm home.

But of all these surprises, Harry was not as shocked as an old dusty hat box they found in the storage room-it belonged to his mother, and it could be seen that the collection in it should be her pre-marriage (many It should be the bits and pieces before entering Hogwarts), Harry even suspects that the things here are the privacy that his father has never touched.

In the old hat box were two blurred old photos of her mother when she was a little girl, a medal-winning picture book, some childish and rough homemade greeting cards, and an obviously crappy knitting mat from a handicraft class ( It's unflattering, and only half-knitted), and, her mother's diary of a teenage girl.

Harry held the diary, hesitated for a moment, then eagerly read it, September 9

I love that, jumping off a high swing and falling to the ground like a feather, never hurting - but I never thought I was a witch, oh yes, it was scary!Lily, you're going to be one of those witches who catches children and eats them one day!

Hehehe, this is so cool!

Shhh, don't let Petunia know, she'll scream in fear.

April 9

He never showed up again... oh, I probably shouldn't have acted that way, he was probably an elf (well, he said he was a wizard and I was a witch) and I think my brashness that day probably scared him off!I'd like to say I like the word 'witch', but don't you know... as a little lady, I'm supposed to be at a loss for it?

April 9

He appeared!

Today is my lucky day!

So lucky!

Don't even think about running away again!

April 11

What a fool I am!

Why didn't you see that he was so thin?He was always injured, and his clothes didn't fit well, Penny said. His father was very aggressive and always beat people.

Awkward child, obviously... and always pretending not to care!

Well, you can bring him apple pie tomorrow.

April 11

I don't want to talk to him anymore!

Severus Snape, the biggest and biggest villain who ever lived!

Harry's hands trembled, his big emerald eyes flashed with surprise and bewilderment, it was... his dean?Him, him and his mother... Harry flipped to the next page, and luckily, his mother didn't really 'never talk to him again'.

April 11

Well, solved!

I'll bring him chocolate cake, and in exchange he'll promise to tell me about dementors.

Sev, if you dare to go back on your word, you will die!

……

Harry grabbed at his hair, really not expecting that his mother had known Professor Snape since childhood, and had a feeling... well, it had happened to him and Draco a year or two ago, In this case, what should a word be called?

"Draco, Professor Snape..." Harry turned his head and saw Draco's reaction—suddenly frowning, "You...knew that already?"

Draco wanted to avoid it, but it was already——

"He's my godfather, my dad's best friend, how could I not know?"

"Then why didn't you say it?" Harry wanted to be angry, but the shock had greatly overshadowed other perceptions.

No wonder Professor Snape treats him well because of his mother's face. After all, they have been good friends since they were young, but why hasn't the professor mentioned it once?And...Harry suddenly felt that something was wrong. He remembered that at the very beginning, when he just entered school, Professor Snape hated him, and then bit by bit...

"Draco?"

"Stupid!" Draco stood up, he was going to tidy up the backyard so they could set up their overnight tent.

Harry sat cross-legged on the floor, flipping through the diary in his hand... His mother and the professor were childhood sweethearts, childhood sweethearts, and they had a good relationship. There is no doubt that Harry took a cold breath—considering that the professor is still unmarried, and he Mum ended up marrying his dad and having him - Harry thought, he got it.

But this kind of 'understanding' when lying on the bed at night, staring at the bed curtain in a daze, Harry had more questions, "Draco, what happened to the professor later?"

"what?"

"My mother was Muggle-born, and Professor Snape became Voldemort's subordinate. If Professor Snape really discriminated against Muggle-born wizards, he would not make friends with my mother, and he is still so Friendships from childhood."

When they became friends, they were too young to understand blood and discrimination, but when they grew up, Harry believed that with Professor Snape's character, even if he finally knew that they were 'different' , Such differences will eventually become insignificant, just like him and Draco, the so-called friendship is friendship, this is Slytherin-style loyalty.

"Advocating power is the highest pursuit that Slytherin has passed down for thousands of years. I think I can understand the purpose of Professor Snape joining the Death Eaters. He is ambitious, wants to be famous, and is bewitched by the power of Voldemort, who is in the sky. This is not at all. It’s strange, Professor You Qi seemed to have a very bad family background in his childhood. But I’m very surprised why he repented later, especially after he has become Voldemort’s most trusted right-hand man, he has become the biggest undercover regardless of danger?” Harry turned to face Draco, "Because Voldemort killed her himself - the professor did it for my mother's sake, didn't he?"

"……almost!"

Harry buried his face in Draco's chest, "When I met the dementor, I heard my mother's begging voice. Voldemort didn't want to kill her at first, he said it himself, and ordered her to 'get out of the way ’, it’s just that she wanted to protect me..." Harry could almost guess the general thing, someone heard 'that' prophecy in that broken tavern, and even though he didn't hear all of it, Voldemort still decided to kill all seven of them. A boy born at the end of the month, as Voldemort's most trusted subordinate, Professor Snape knew about Voldemort's decision, and then the professor went to intercede, so Voldemort's attitude softened a bit at that time... Of course, Voldemort is still Voldemort after all, who did the professor believe wrong? people.

Draco stroked Harry's hair, hesitating several times in his heart, "Harry, would you hate the man who once passed the prophecy to the Dark Lord?"

There was a flash of confusion in Harry's eyes, "I don't know, Draco, I also imagined that if no one told him, would my parents still be around... But think about it, in such a mixed world In the broken tavern, instead of hating the person who passed the prophecy to Voldemort, I would rather say that I am grateful to Professor Dumbledore for preventing more prophecies from being leaked out in time. Draco, I turned over the newspapers of the war years, and I now I have witnessed those high-ranking officials of the Ministry of Magic face the face of the revived Voldemort with ashen faces... I think it is not important to find out who passed the prophecy to Voldemort, because at that time, everyone was afraid of him and everyone succumbed to his lust , flattering him is just to survive, it's as simple as that."

It was Voldemort who chose to believe that prophecy and chose to kill his parents. His choice single-handedly made the prophecy come true. If Harry couldn't hate Trelawney, the person who made the prophecy, why should he hate those who spread the prophecy? Woolen cloth?

"Fool!" Draco turned over and kissed Harry's lips. At the same time, Draco felt a vaguely suspended stone in his heart landed lightly.

They stayed here for three full days, and used up the five large-space schoolbags that Harry brought. Except for the limited collection of Potter family books that have not been destroyed, the rest are simply worthless gadgets. , as small as a toy wooden ball, as large as his father's entire collection of Quidditch supplies, and there are countless messes in the middle such as candlesticks, hanging plates, photo frames, as well as notes and letters from his parents' school days... Harry just Like a wintering squirrel, gather up everything you can, and declare, "These are Potter family heirlooms - from my generation!"

However, there is a "family heirloom" that is so precious that Harry especially wanted to keep it for himself, but in the end he had to reluctantly give it to the "owner" it should have been.

Lily had knitted a scarf, unfinished, but mentioned in her diary that it was a Christmas present for 'someone', when they were in sixth grade.Harry didn't know why this precious gift hadn't been given for so many years, or why the scarf hadn't been finished or thrown away for so many years.

It was the only scarf his mother had woven by hand, touching the blend of wool and unicorn fur that was still soft and warm, and Harry almost regretted it at the last moment before wrapping it, but in the end, he folded it The words on that page of the diary, with tears in my eyes, I packed and sent it to its rightful owner on Christmas Eve with great reluctance.

Spider's End

At the age of 36, the Potions Master, who has won three Orders of Merlin First Class, has a precious collection of colorful striped scarves that seem lively and childish to the point of being a bit too childish in his dark wardrobe all the year round.Every time the potions master opened the wardrobe, he saw its bright emerald color and the white piping of unicorn fur, and the back half of the scarf, obviously patched, woven by some 'handy West African gorilla' Wrinkled, crappy stitches.

In an unknown private note of the potions master, there is a treasured old diary——

"Sev, I'm not angry with you anymore, let's make up!"