HP Dark Hero

?In the vast back garden of the Potter Manor, a comfortable reclining chair was newly placed under the shade of a big tree. A young wizard with disheveled black hair was lazily slumped on the soft reclining chair, holding a book with yellowing margins The ancient book, but the eyes are staring at the distance in a daze.

He just saw a unicorn walking out of the forest, with a graceful and smooth posture—he was not dazed by seeing the unicorn, that unicorn often haunted the Potter manor, and sometimes Harry walked through the window from the mansion Every now and then, you can see it wandering on the grassland.It seemed to have used it as its back garden during the decades that Potter Manor had been closed.

But today, when the unicorn routinely went out for a walk, a huge black dog that looked like a bear cub suddenly jumped out from the side, gritted its fangs, and barked fiercely at it. The unicorn was taken aback, Quickly disappeared into the forest.But the giant dog seemed puzzled, wagging its tail friendly in place.

"Padfoot," Harry called.

Hearing the call, Sirius Black, who turned into a black dog, immediately dropped other thoughts, barked excitedly, and rushed to Harry's hand in a few steps, watching him with bright black eyes.

"Scared your playmate away?" Harry said casually, reaching out to touch the big dog's ribs and shoulders.After a few days of recuperation, Sirius' health has improved a lot. Harry was not familiar with medical magic, so he could only be thankful that Black seemed to have no physical problems other than malnutrition and lack of rest, and this problem had gradually improved under Sisi's hard work.

The big dog gave a low bark and looked at Harry innocently, like a real ordinary animal.With a sweep of the big tail, it patted Harry's calf lightly.

"Look at you..." Harry grinned, and rubbed the top of the big dog's head vigorously, "Go and play, wait for dinner."

The big dog jumped up, stretched its limbs, and ran happily, bouncing vigorously among the flowers.

Harry turned his eyes back to the book in his hand, carefully studied the soul research recorded in it, and planned to start working on spiritual restoration immediately after Sirius Black's health recovered to a certain level. The time for Black to recover the human form on his own is getting less and less. Harry can't tell whether this is the wizard's self-protection of the mind—turning into an animal form, reducing the complexity of thinking, and slowing down the speed of mental breakdown—or Black's Thinking has become more and more animal-like, and is about to completely lose the human self.

Almost all of Harry's knowledge of souls came from his time lurking beside Voldemort.In order to ensure the secret of eternal life, Voldemort took all the Horcruxes, ancient books related to souls, and handbags that he could get, and completely destroyed the parts that could not be obtained.No Death Eater could enter the Dark Lord's study without being summoned by Voldemort, except Phoenix, the 'Horcrux controlled by the Imperius Curse'.

He went undercover to find the secret of Voldemort's immortality, and finally found a way to crack it on his side.It can even be said that he solved Voldemort's soul spell at that time, which was actually a healing spell, but he didn't carry it out meticulously and slowly, but forcibly recombined the soul pieces that had been split for decades with the main soul, causing It was the result of Voldemort's souls colliding and shoving each other and shattering.

That must have been the time when he had read the most books in his life.Most of them are written in ancient English, which he can only guess at, and there are even handbags written in snake language, which he can only understand bit by bit secretly.

This time when I opened the Potter Manor, I unexpectedly found many studies that I had never seen before in the library. I don't know if it is because Potter's blood is from Peverell, and he has his own way of dealing with death and soul.But anyway, Harry did his best to find some parts that he could read and that should be useful in Sirius Black's situation.

──Besides, his own soul also needs to be checked.

'There's absolutely something wrong with that. Once again, Harry found himself watching the black dog running and chasing hares in the sun, healthy and happy, with a faint feeling of joy in his heart.

He has no friendship with Sirius Black.For him before, it was just a name. When he accidentally obtained the inheritance right of 12 Grimmauld Place, he learned that it was because his titular godfather, Sirius Black, died in Azkaban; but for him now, Black This person is just a person who forced himself to follow up, only met a few times, and knew him for only a few days.

That being the case, it is absolutely impossible for him to choose to keep such an unknown person by his side, let alone be happy that the other person is still alive──Of course, this does not mean that it would be better if the other person died.In this case, he can directly hand over Black to the Phoenix Order, and they will have better conditions to treat each other. But there was always a voice in Harry's heart that longed to see the other party well, and had to save the other party himself.

Without any further delay, Harry lowered his head and continued to read the book carefully.

After receiving the letter, Harry gently rubbed the edge of Hedwig's beak with his fingertips, and the owl girl flapped her wings and turned her head, ignoring Harry's gesture of goodwill. Harry smiled wryly. Considering his uncertain whereabouts, he released owls at the school before the holidays, and told Hedwig to come look for him later, or stay with Hagrid.

Hedwig was always worry-free, not only did she understand Harry's request, she even went around Ron and Hermione and brought their letters before she came to look for the master.But she was stunned by the defensive formation of Potter Manor, and she wandered here for a while without finding a place, only to be let in by Sissy, who noticed the owl.

"Hedwig? Good girl, I was wrong, please forgive me?" Harry patiently comforted this intelligent companion, and after finishing his good words, Hedwig condescendingly pecked Harry, and Harry smiled. After laughing and interacting with Hedwig for a while, the tired owl buried itself in its feathers to rest.

Harry patted the big dog squatting beside him, moved to the couch in the living room, grabbed two letters and read them. There is nothing special about Ron, some life trivia and greetings, "Is there anything I can help, brother, just ask." "If there is any news about Sirius, I will let you know immediately." Harry looked down and jumped onto the sofa and curled up beside him, occupying The two black dogs, Sirius Black, wagged their tails cooperatively.

The letters from Hermione are much more interesting. This girl is much more sensitive than Ron. On the basis of trust, she mentions that the last few times she saw Harry wearing a formal long-sleeved robe, she reacted to other people's actions. It is different from the past, and mentioned several times that if there is a situation, they must be informed, and they will find a way to help.

'Smart,' Harry shook his head, not intending to reply. Although Hermione's judgment may be affected by emotions occasionally, she will become more and more powerful as she grows older and experiences honing.At this moment, Harry hadn't figured out how to reply, he didn't think he could write a reply in imitation of a Harry Potter he had never seen before.

"Okay, Padfoot, change back to human form." Harry took out his wand, "A little soul test, let's get it done before tea."

With SiriusBlack's cooperation to disarm the beast, the black dog's paws slowly molted into human palms, the glossy black fur receded, and a handsome and suave adult wizard appeared in the place of the big dog, those dark gray eyes were pure and nostalgic looked at Harry intently.

Harry told Sissy not to be disturbed by anything no matter what the situation was, then picked up the book next to the table to review the spell, and confirmed the steps in his mind before carefully raising his wand between them.

A string of long spells with strange syllables came out of Harry's mouth. The spell was heavy and strange. As the spell progressed, a wisp of dark gray smoke drifted out from the wand in Harry's hand. The strands were wrapped around the two of them separately, and the room temperature seemed to drop a few degrees, which made people shudder.

There was a slight uneasiness in Sirius' eyes, but he didn't interrupt the spell hastily.

He watched the smoke surround him at a certain distance, and the faint fluorescent light appeared on his body as if echoing. As the smoke increased, the fluorescent light became clearer, but most of the smoke went towards Harry, and the smoke around him almost Twice as long as Sirius, Harry, who was concentrating on chanting the spell, didn't realize it.

After a few minutes, Harry finally stopped chanting, rubbed the aching scar on his forehead exhaustedly, and carefully examined the fluorescent light on Sirius' body.

Sirius's soul was a normal translucent milky white, but it looked a little fuzzy and chaotic. It should be the same as what Harry speculated, and it was the aftereffect of falling into the curtain and almost melting. But fortunately, Sirius Black should have had some strong will at that time, and did not lose his soul , just needs to be sorted out.

"You'll be better soon." Harry nodded.

Sirius looked at him hesitantly. Under the effect of the spell, his spirit seemed to improve a bit. He opened his mouth a few times and tried to utter a name, "Harry..."

"Yes," Harry agreed, just as Sirius was slowly brushing up on the language, waving for a mirror to see how he was doing.

"Harry?"

"Sirius," Harry blurted out, then raised his eyebrows oddly.

He looked at himself in the mirror, and a guess slowly emerged in his mind.

In the mirror, the fluorescent light on his body was almost pure milky white, his whole body was surrounded by thick white light, and there was a gray spot on his forehead, like a white wall wiped by dirty hands, but it was slightly above Harry's. Outside the ontology.

Harry felt a slight turmoil in his heart, he let his mind go for a while, and then felt a strange consciousness take over his control of the body.He heard confusion in his own voice, "…Sirius? Are you okay?!"

Then 'he' stretched out his hand and hugged SiriusBlack tightly, his movements were quick but stiff, like a puppet not used to manipulating his limbs, he said excitedly, "Are you back? Are we still alive? Merlin, I really Think…"

Sirius shook his head, hugging back with equal ecstasy, but also a little bewilderment, and patted Harry on the back, "Well, Harry,"

Just as hot tears fell on his neck, Sirius' gray mind was suddenly pierced by a strong desire.

He thought of a thought firmly etched in his heart: he was the last of Harry's family, he couldn't disappear behind the veil, he couldn't leave his godson Harry alone to face those...he wanted to come back...he couldn't die.

It wasn't Harry's fault that he had fallen into the Veil, but did Harry know it? Would Harry blame himself?

If he really died behind the veil like this, what about Harry... Harry...?

Sirius remembered that he relied on this obsession to barely maintain himself in the world behind the curtain.He seems to have been wandering for a long time, wandering in darkness and chaos again, wondering if he is hungry?cold?pain?Walking aimlessly like a walking dead, until now, seeing those green eyes overflowing with pure happiness and shining especially because of the water mist, finally 'woke up'.

The godfather and son have experienced the difference between life and death, and also almost lost their last relative in the world. They have a lot of things to say, but because their condition has not recovered, they soon get tired and rely on each other. Talking nonsense while half asleep and half awake, he fell into a deep sleep.

Harry didn't take back the control of his body, but just sank to the bottom of his heart, looking thoughtfully at the translucent ball of light sleeping in the depths of his soul, floating and sinking like breathing.

The person who bumped into him in the curtain was probably Harry... If he hadn't found Sirius Black and the touch of the spell, he might not have noticed at all... The soul comes from the same origin, and his soul is stronger than Harry, so naturally he wouldn't notice the abnormality... Then The soul piece, probably 'in' with Harry's soul.

But if the soul of 15-year-old Harry is here, where is his body?And why does the soul leave the body?

Harry suddenly thought of the missing little Blaise Zabini, as well as the scars and the Dark Mark that were often sudden and severe burning pain when he first arrived in this world, and he had a vague feeling that there might be some connection between them.

The road ahead is unpredictable.

But at this time, he was unable to tear open a gap leading to the light in the obscure present situation...