HP Dark Hero

?Blaise pulled out his wand, muttered "Lumos" under his breath, and the tip of the wand lit up with a little fluorescent light.

The child in front of him seemed to be only 7 or 8 years old, with short black hair that was curled up all over the place, dry and thin, with prominent knuckles, pale complexion, and a too big and loose Muggle clothes hanging on his body.If it weren't for those calm, gentle green eyes that were blinking uncomfortably at the sudden light, Blaise would have thought he was some sort of skull-themed coat rack with Muggle taste.

He looked into those green eyes, which seemed vaguely familiar to Blaise.

"…Harry?" Blaise asked oddly.

The child blinked, looking curiously from the wand's dim light to Blaise.

"you know me?"

the child asked calmly.

"I think so," Blaise replied cautiously. "I mean, who doesn't know Harry Potter? Everyone knows you."

"Are you saying that there are many people who know someone with...my name? I don't think you're talking about me, sir."

"No, the famous Harry James Potter──the savior of the wizarding world──I believe many people grew up listening to Harry Potter's experiences as bedtime stories."

"Harry Potter's experience?"

Blaise took a moment to say a shortened version.It wasn't difficult, their generation didn't know how many stories about the Harry Potter who survived the catastrophe and defeated the Dark Lord when they were children.

The child pondered, bowed his head in thought, and finally concluded, "Interesting. Also, you mentioned... magic? What's that?"

Blaise patiently explained again, "It's a power unique to wizards, and people without it we call Muggles." His words were objective, but there was a subtle sense of arrogance in his tone.

Harry was obviously curious about magic, and was unexpectedly not put off by the other's haughty attitude. Blaise took the initiative to hand the wand to Harry, and Harry asked Blaise's permission with his eyes, carefully touching the fluorescent light.It wasn't hot, but Harry still let out a barely audible gasp, seemingly pleasantly surprised.

"Unbelievable," he murmured, and Blaise cast a few more small, effortless spells.

Blaise Zabini was actually not a particularly friendly person to children. To keep in touch with Potter and go back to teach at Hogwarts was already the limit. At this moment, there was only one reason why he was tolerant of the boy dressed as a Muggle in front of him: the attitude of the other party.

Even though he was just a boy, his words and deeds really resembled Harry in his 20s, it was like Harry's adult soul was stripped of memory and stuffed into a young shell. Blaise speculated that this might be a special case of some kind of dark magic curse.

"Harry, don't you know anything about magic?" Blaise thought for a moment. "Is it because you're raised by Muggle relatives now? How do they deal with bursts of magic?"

"Magic power explosion?"

"The magical cycle of wizards will not be stable until the age of 11, and then enter the school to formally learn how to control it. Before that, as long as the little wizards' emotions fluctuate too much, it is easy to cause some out-of-control situations, which are called magic bursts. St. Mungo even There are medical wizards on staff. How do Muggles cope?"

"You mean...dishes levitating, balloons exploding, popping up on rooftops...out of control?" Seeing Blaise nod, the skinny kid smiled amusedly, "So that's magic. We're... 'Muggles'? The way Muggles deal with it is very simple, hang people up and beat them up, or starve them for two or three days, if they don’t have the strength, they won’t cause trouble.”

"You mean—" Balise paused, "so you too?—"

His mind was blank, and he was rarely at a loss for words, and he didn't know where to ask.

He gradually became aware of his surroundings.A light bulb covered in spider webs hung above it, and in the corner not far away were a few worn-out Muggle children's books, which seemed to have been turned over many times, and a few toys even lost their paint. Where Harry was sitting was an old mattress and thin blanket that only a child could barely sleep on. The mattress even had holes in the springs.

It is not some kind of illusory space made of magic, but a place where people have lived for a long time.

"Honey, where is this?" Blaise smiled, clenched his fists to himself, and asked nonchalantly, "Are you guys playing hide and seek? Or is there a Muggle war and you have to stay here?"

Harry chuckled a little—it's somewhat strange for a child to laugh like that—"Oh. This is the cupboard at my relative's house, and I live here. As for now? I'm waiting for Aunt Petunia to tell me to do the dishes , or help her watch the frying pan or something, and then take the opportunity to drink a glass of water. I'm so thirsty." While speaking, Harry couldn't help licking his chapped lips.

Blaise looked shocked.

Some newspapers once pointed out that the savior had lived a life like a prince's in the rumors when he was young, but lived like a house elf, but what he saw with his own eyes clearly showed that Harry Potter's real life was worse than what he knew.No, it sucks.

Did Albus Dumbledore know?Did he know it, but didn't try to improve it? !

Blaise fumbled to open the door, and Harry stopped him calmly.

"Sir, Uncle Vernon won't be happy to see you - at least he's never happy to see me - and he'll do something to prove his abhorrence of 'magic'." Harry said, "You're leaving? No matter how you got here, maybe you should try to get out the wizard way. Otherwise we'll all be in trouble."

Harry said it easily, but his actions were far from easy as he said.

His thin fingers clasped Blaise's wrist slightly tremblingly, the fingertips turned white, and as the two struggled, Dudley's old clothes slipped away, revealing the criss-cross scars covered by the fabric.

Harry didn't seem to care, just to keep out the cold, he pulled the clothes back into place, and Blaise immediately thought of Harry's words about the cupboard, and the old scars he saw when he changed Harry's dressing, which was even A mark that won't disappear even after the wound has healed.

Blaise took a deep breath and deftly pulled away from Harry, wrapping the small boy in his arms, patting him carefully on the back. Harry was a little surprised.But Blaise let him go quickly.

"It's just a few Muggles." Blaise smiled coldly and mockingly, not hiding his contempt. "Wait for me, honey."

He kicked open the cupboard viciously, stepped gracefully and closed the door while Harry was stunned, and then Harry only heard the three Dursleys screaming in anger and panic—such as "Who are you", "Fuck off!" Get out, stick-wielding freak"—the scramble of footsteps—finally ending in the loud crash of something heavy hitting the ground.

There was a polite knock on the cupboard, and Blaise opened the door, leaning against the doorframe, a lazy smile curled up on his lips, "Good morning, sweetheart. I'm back to meet you."

He held out his hand, but without waiting for Harry to take it back, he took the initiative to grab the thin boy, and pulled him into his arms decisively and firmly.

Pulled from the dark cupboard to the light, Harry squinted his eyes sourly, and at the same time, the other party's grip on his wrist was so strong that it almost strangled his bones, which made him feel uncomfortable.

However, the other's embrace was very warm, and Harry leaned into the other's arms silently, allowing the other's hand to reach under the clothes, carefully touching his protruding ribs and shoulders.Through the gap between Blaise's arms, Harry saw Pened Dursley slumped on the sofa, and Vernon and Dudley, two large men lying on the ground, both seemed unconscious.

"Your relatives are all devils, otherwise how could you be cruel to see you as skinny? You should have married into our family long ago. I swear that I will do my best to make you more like a ball than the one on the ground."

Blaise spoke in an operatic voice, successfully making Harry laugh.The former let go, waved his wand and cast the Flying Charm, and the bulging wallet slipped out from under Veron's fat, bulky body and flew into Blaise's hand.He raised his eyebrows easily, "Honey, why don't you elope with me?"

Harry laughed again, and nodded casually with a shrug. "No, sir, please elope with me," he said with a smile, "but this outfit is not suitable."

He found some Muggle fashion magazines that Petunia had put aside, and Blaise flipped through a few pages, and the clever Transfiguration Charm made them both change their clothes. Harry held Blaise's fingers and took the initiative to lead Blaise out of the door.

Harry seemed to have a destination in mind. Blaise didn't know where Harry was going, but he didn't seem in a hurry at all. He let Harry lead the two out of Privet Drive leisurely, and asked Harry the function of the things beside the road from time to time. .Even though he had no interest in it, just feigned curiosity to keep the conversation going.

After walking for a while, as the number of people increased, Blaise gradually became quiet, until he arrived at the location, looking at the entrance and exit of the subway station full of Muggles passing in and out, Blaise's scalp felt numb.

"I've been meaning to take the subway, but that's okay," Harry said, shaking Blaise's hand. "Sorry, I didn't know it would make you uncomfortable."

Blaise narrowed his eyes, and finally resolutely led Harry down the steps.

Not long after, there happened to be a bus, and he handed Vernon's wallet to Harry, while he himself followed behind him, arms crossed, watching calmly under the strange gaze of the station attendant as Harry lifted his feet and barely leaned against the window, With a clear voice, he bought two tickets.

Harry's adult-like calm attitude and Blaise's over-the-top appearance are impressive, and their combination has attracted a lot of friendly looks.The Muggle lady opposite them kept pulling them to chat along the way, and there was nowhere to hide on the train, Blaise managed to maintain a cold smirk, but ignored the other party, thinking in his heart that he was so stupid as to forget to ignore curse. Harry was still stuffed with candy after all the refusals.

When they finally arrived at London's King's Cross station, the two quickly left the station as if fleeing for refuge, and the dark-haired boy quietly took the opportunity to throw all the candies into Blaise's coat pocket.

The two had never been to Muggle London before, but Harry had obvious curiosity on his face, he acted more like a wizard than a wizard, he found everything new, so he leaned closer to observe carefully.

"In three or four years, when you're 11, you're going to need to come to this station every year, there's no rush," Blaise said.

"Really?" Harry replied, "It's hard to imagine, I'm hardly ever allowed out of the cupboard except for compulsory education and work. Besides, I'm actually ten years old, sir."

"You're less than my chest and weigh less than a quarter of your relative. 10 years old? You'll have to work harder to be convincing."

Blaise let out a big sigh, trying to hide the chill in his voice again.He wondered if he had been too gentle with the pigs, even if he just didn't want to waste his time delusional tormenting a few Muggles in vain.

Harry glanced at Blaise with great interest, the young wizard with black curly hair, bronze complexion, and aristocratic air well suppressed those too dark emotions under a lazy smile, but Harry felt nervous Tightening the hands they held, "I will, and I'm going to try to eat more."

Harry dragged Blaise away from the busy streets lined with shops, and went to places with fewer people. They passed bookstores, record stores, and small supermarkets along the way, and finally stopped at a storefront with a huge cone sign. Harry made Blaise wait on the patio outside the door, and went to the freezer playing ridiculous music to shake his head and choose a flavor. Blaise looked up, looking at the sky through the pink lace-trimmed parasol, and the rare sunny weather in London did not comfort Blaise.

He thought about the black magic curse, about the method of escape, and even guessed about Harry's current situation, until an ice cream was handed to him.

Blaise looked sideways to see Harry holding a cone in each hand and a plastic spoon in his mouth. Blaise casually took the milk flavor from Harry, while Harry ate the chocolate flavor, devoting himself to tasting it. Blaise didn't say anything, and it was vaguely clear that he had a strong disdain for any Muggle food.

Harry smiled. "I rarely get a chance to eat ice cream. It's always better than I think."

Blaise nodded casually, and finally took a few casual sips.

"Do you still like it?" Harry stared at Blaise delicately as he tasted the ice cream, while slowly licking the slightly bitter chocolate from the corner of his mouth.

"Well, it tasted alright." Blaise shrugged.

"I think milk would be a good choice. It tastes better than the other muggle-flavored ones," the boy replied, stuffing another full spoonful into his mouth while mumbled, "Also, the color is nice too." ..."

The two ate their dessert slowly - Harry later ate most of it for Blaise - and wandered the streets casually.

They walked along the banks of the River Thames, not far from each other, and even mixed with a group of tourists listening to the tour guide explaining the origin of history.

Harry stretched out his hand to hold Blaise, Blaise bowed his head, and Harry said sternly, "I'm worried you might get lost, Mister Wizard."

Blaise raised an eyebrow and chuckled, and shook each other back. "Then, we have to make sure we hold on to each other at all times."

All kinds of people passed by, and there were endless laughter and laughter. No one would make a fuss because of Harry or Slytherin and Gryffindor, and no one would suddenly come out and raise their wand and shout Avada.Like the most ordinary tourists, they pointed at each uniquely shaped building to chat, share each other's body temperature, and feel the comfortable breeze mixed with the moist breath of the river.

This was originally just an ordinary street full of Muggles, but because of each other's company, this riverside street became different, and even the air became quiet.They walked like this all afternoon until they circled back to King's Cross station.

Harry still bought two tickets, and they entered the train platform and sat side by side in the waiting space beside the platform without getting into either car.The two watched the train stop and depart again and again, and the passengers flowed past them like a river, until the last ray of the setting sun disappeared, and the sky turned into purple blue decorated with dots of starlight.

"It's about time," Harry said suddenly.

"A train?"

"No, it's this world's time," Harry said. "You're almost leaving, Blaise Zabini."

Blaise caught his breath.

"──Do you know who I am?"

"Of course I do, Blaise," the dark-haired boy said. "You don't want me to know your name, and I just choose to cooperate."

Suddenly, the color of the sky receded layer by layer, and then the roof, pillars, trains, station staff, floor tiles... everything at King’s Cross Station disintegrated one after another. A few minutes later, only a boy with black hair and green eyes remained in the dark space. An attractive young man and the waiting bench where the two are sitting exist.

Blaise stood up, and little Harry remained seated.

"—But, maybe you should try to say hello to me." Harry waved to Blaise leisurely. "Thank you, I had a great day today."

Blaise stared at the petite boy. He looked so emaciated that he could be blown away by a gust of wind, but this was the kind of guy who stood at the forefront of battles time and time again.His heart is brave and strong.

Finally, Blaise asked calmly, "If someone, in order to keep you alive, did a lot of things that you can't accept--if you didn't come, he would have killed someone--you would stay with that person Is it?"

Harry was silent.

However, the time he had to think was far shorter than Blaise expected, and he had the answer almost in the blink of an eye.

"I wouldn't," Harry replied, "but if it was you, Blaise, I don't know. Because even if something happens to me, I'm stuck here with a part of my consciousness, and even temporarily lose most of my memory—magic, wizard, savior… ...but I still recognize you."

"Blaise Zabini, with whom I share a 'home'."