HP Dark Hero

One afternoon, the Dursleys on Privet Drive were as far away from all the weirdness as usual, including people in weird clothes, powers beyond the scope of science, and dark-haired teenagers who locked themselves in their rooms.

Potter was crouching in his room doing his homework, and he used Dudley to replace the discarded old desk and wobbled on it to write.The matching wooden chair was limping and creaking against the wooden floor, and the stuffy little room was like an oven making him sweat profusely.

He was a little anxious, but not all because of the above environmental reasons, but from the Daily Prophet in recent days.

The recent reports of the Daily Prophet have become more and more pessimistic. Rita Skeeter, with her annoying tone of compassion and the quill that records nonsense, once again compiled various exaggerated reports——

…After Bella, another insane executioner named "Phoenix" appeared among the Death Eaters. …

…The Savior stays behind closed doors, enjoying his [-]th grade summer break, preparing for NEWTs. …

——Listen to what reports she mixed up! Potter threw away the newspaper angrily, thinking resentfully.Grass on the wall is not enough to describe that woman, she is a vane of public opinion, she has no position, just catches people's attention, guides public opinion, and slaps all kinds of information on the faces of ignorant and frightened readers.

Potter simply didn't know why Dumbledore kept backing away from the Death Eaters.As much as he couldn't forgive Rita Skeeter for making trouble for them with that quill and making Voldemort prestige, how much he couldn't understand why Dumbledore kept evading, hiding all members of the Order of the Phoenix, and letting the food eat them. Dead Apostles are everywhere.

Just as he was shaking his head and was about to concentrate on his homework, there were several loud popping sounds of balloons downstairs. Potter was taken aback, and quickly grabbed his wand and ran downstairs in three steps at a time. The object of secretly complaining was standing in the narrow porch of the Dursley's house.

Albus Dumbledore wore a small bow tie under his long silver-white beard, and was wearing a set of sky blue robes, with white clouds floating leisurely on the corners of the robes that dragged the floor.

Wearing a top hat and holding a 'strange little stick' in his hand, he looked like the mysterious old wizard who appeared in every Muggle fairy tale, only his expression made everything real.His face was solemn, his blue eyes, which were always cheerful and twinkling, were tired, and his whole body was surrounded by a heavy breath.

Dumbledore didn't even look at Petunia, who was holding Daly and screaming loudly, and Vernon, who was holding up the broom, and just smiled at Potter who was standing blankly at the stairs.

"Harry? I'm sorry I came so late, but the time is short, I hope you can bring your belongings immediately, and I will send you to the old house of Black."

"Okay, I mean," Potter glared, tongue tied, "what's going on? I thought I needed to be full—"

"You'll find out later." Dumbledore blinked, Potter nodded, and immediately rushed back into the room and swept all the items into the box at the end of the bed, finished packing in twos and threes, grabbed the empty birdcage and followed Deng Bullido.

Potter was still gagging from the cold dizziness when he felt himself squeezed out of the narrow rubber tube and manifested with a 'snap' at 12 Grimmauld Place.But he didn't have time to get rid of this nausea and greet his two friends before he noticed the strange situation.

Most of the old members of the Order of the Phoenix were present - even Severus Snape, who had been hidden by Dumbledore for half a year.They didn't get together and find a chair to sit and wait, but they gathered around with extreme vigilance, blocking the young members out.

"What happened?" Potter asked, confused.

Ron and Hermione, who were also on the periphery, hurriedly gestured at him, but this only made Potter more confused.

The arrival of Potter and Dumbledore caused the members to retreat consciously, and the things surrounded by layers finally appeared in front of them——in the encirclement, Sirius Black's face was full of resentment, and his wand was raised steadily.It turned out to be a Death Eater who fought against him.

There was a silver mask covering the opponent's face.

"Phoenix—why are you here?!"

Potter snorted angrily, and immediately pulled out his wand, only to be stopped by Remus Lupine who looked thoughtful. Ron and Hermione glanced at each other, also squeezed into the crowd, and stood firmly to Potter's side.

The Death Eater seemed to be smiling at Potter's cub-like intimidating gesture, and he was about to say something, but Potter suddenly felt something lightly poke at his temple.

Potter caught his breath.

It was a magic wand.

Potter jumped up suddenly, bumping into Molly Weasley in embarrassment. He avoided the support of the worried lady, raised his wand as if facing an enemy, and glanced across the crowd.

"Potter, your vigilance, um—improved by leaps and bounds?" A languid and hoarse voice came from among the chaotic members of the Order of the Phoenix. Tonks and Arthur were taken aback, and hurriedly backed away, a slender man The adult wizard walked out of the crowd silently and slowly.

The other party carried a decent elegance in every move, a small half of the bronze-colored chest with fine lines was exposed between the slightly open neckline, and a small green crystal pendant shone with fragments of light.

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you," Blaise said with a chuckle, eyebrows raised, a brown object that looked like a wand in his hand. "I just don't like the way you did - oh, it's Honeydukes' licorice wand. Try it?"

He stuffed the dessert into Potter's hand without hesitation, and then stood not far from the Death Eater, with an aristocratic indifference on his face, and the protection in his movements was palpable.

"Mr. Proth? Why are you here?" Professor McGonagall asked immediately, her brows were frowned, with a serious air all over her body.Blaise, however, just shrugged flatly.

Potter grasped the licorice wand in panic, the outer layer of icing sugar melted under the warmth of his palm, and his hands were sticky, but he didn't care about it at all, opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water.

"Za—proth assistant? So Phoenix is—"

Phoenix reached out and took off the mask, revealing a face very similar to Potter's.

"Long time no see." Harry greeted briefly.

Everyone in the Order of the Phoenix was horrified, shocked by the brotherly appearance between the famous Phoenix and Harry Potter, and then Sirius and Potter's excited and joyful reactions shocked them even more.

Compared with the other members who didn't understand, Ron, who had heard Potter mentioned the 'Big Potter', was more accepting, but his eyes were also dull, in disbelief.After a short shock, Hermione's eyes went back and forth between the big Potter and the Proth assistant, but the clever witch chose to remain silent.She was greeted with a friendly nod from the Proth teaching assistant.

"So you are Phoenix," Sirius Black grinned heartily and enthusiastically, stretched out his hand and patted Harry repeatedly, and praised repeatedly, "No wonder the spell is so accurate and fast—the timing is right—"

Remus didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Sirius, do you remember cursing 'Damn Phoenix' when you were lying in bed?"

Sirius laughed, "I've changed my mind!"

Harry smiled slightly and remained silent.He tilted his head, listening with interest to Sirius and Potter's complaints about him leaving without saying goodbye and recent trifles, just missing the sight of Ginny Weasley who was standing next to Molly.

But Blaise had all the eyes of the fiery red-haired girl looking at Harry.

"Well, well," said Dumbledore loudly, "let us catch up later. Our allies have brought precious news, and I hope you will remain calm and, before he shares it, reiterate that : I trust him like I trust each of you."

He nodded to Harry, who returned an affirmative look.

"There's going to be a decisive battle—in the near future, Department of Mysteries. The exact date is uncertain." Harry threw the news directly in front of everyone, his eyes burning, watching Potter's stiff expression, "And you, maybe you will face Voldemort alone .”

The members of the Order of the Phoenix let out a great exclamation, and the noise resounded throughout the old Black house.

Many of their relatives, friends, and even themselves have confronted Phoenix. The ruthless indifference of the other party is not as credible as what Dumbledore said, and the news he brought at this moment is simply a clumsy lie. .

Dumbledore had to spend a little more time to appease the people who erupted in doubt, Harry stood aside quietly, indifferent to all the looks that greeted him - that kind of indifference attitude, which was indescribably similar to Severus Snape.

Blaise suddenly slid up behind Harry.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked in a low voice, confused.

Blaise didn't answer, just clinging to him intimately, and Harry, who had sensed the slight change in Blaise's mood, didn't reject the other's gesture.His neck was lightly touched by something soft, and having kissed twice before, he immediately realized that it was Blaise's lips, and immediately afterward, the wet and warm licking sensation made Harry strangely hot.

Harry suspected that his face was burning hot now, but the other part remained sane.

He could clearly feel the warm eyes of the other party wandering around his neck, and Blaise didn't even touch more, just the burning temperature in those purple eyes easily lured Harry's deep-seated heart mood.

Blaise seemed to be looking for a spring of oasis buried under the flesh, the tip of his tongue kept going back and forth on the small piece of skin, persistently asking for something invisible to the naked eye.After the intimate and harmless touch, there was a sudden pain in the pit of the neck, and the illusion of being bitten off a piece of flesh made Harry gasp. Blaise licked it a few more times soothingly, and he was satisfied after tasting a little bit of rust. Backed away, resting his chin on Harry's shoulder.

Harry lightly touched the painful spot on his neck, and felt blood unexpectedly.

"…Gryffindor," Harry commented under his breath.

He squinted at Blaise Zabini, who leaned his full weight on him.

The other party's blood-stained and more protruding thin lips curved just right, but the corners of the raised eyes were vaguely uncertain about Harry's reaction, and his hands were wrapped around Harry's waist in a gesture that could hold him at any time.

Harry narrowed his eyes lazily, staring at the man with a slight smile on his face, then bent down slightly, took the other's left hand, and bit his knuckles with the look of a wild beast hunting its prey, imitating Blaise's action awkwardly just now, There was a bright red mark on the root of his ring finger.

Blaise blinked.

"...Slytherin."

"This is punishment." Harry said so, but couldn't see the dissatisfaction on his face.

The interaction between the two took place when Dumbledore was placating everyone, and was not noticed by too many people, but there were still many people who were wary of Phoenix and found the ambiguous behavior of the two.Except for the godfather and son who seemed about to jump up and knock Blaise down to the ground and beat him up, and Hermione and the others who stopped them, everyone looked away in embarrassment.

Harry found that this could reduce the suspicion and anger in his eyes a lot, so he couldn't help but loosen his collar, and generously exposed the bright red ambiguous traces.On the other hand, Blaise Zabini put on Slytherin's signature smirk, and raised his left hand in a friendly gesture to Ginny with complicated expressions and Snape who was about to vomit acid water.

Alastor Moody was the first to walk away from Dumbledore and stand directly in front of Harry.His small but bright black eyes stared angrily at the two people who were sticking together intentionally or unintentionally, and the other magic eye twirled wildly in its socket.

"Albus, you're really old-fashioned," said the ex-Auror hoarsely, his eyes rolling uncomfortably, "he - a Death Eater - you trust any - information he brings ?”

Harry glanced around, and immediately began to briefly explain the news he had brought.

Whether or not Voldemort was overconfident in winning successive victories due to the retreat of the Order of the Phoenix, no one knew, but there was no doubt that he was determined to torture the Savior to death with his own hands.It was too rare for Voldemort and Potter to have a one-on-one situation -- yet now both parties had to find ways to create this opportunity.

"Because Potter has a reason to face Voldemort directly," Harry concluded. "He is indeed... the sworn enemy chosen by the Dark Lord himself."

"...can we ask why?" Remus whispered, and Harry and Dumbledore briefly exchanged glances, falling silent.

"Listen, Albus. This guy is telling the truth. But it doesn't make any sense!" Moody said strongly, "Whoever Phoenix is, and why does he look so much like Harry Potter—Albus, you Still sure he can be trusted? To believe that a lunatic who gained such a high position among the Death Eaters by killing so much is still keeping his original intention?!"

Moody drew out his wand, and met Harry with calm eyes, "In my opinion, we might as well use some other means to obtain the information we want from him."

Sirius immediately stood in front of Harry, frowning and glaring at Moody, "Moody, put down your wand! No matter what, I'll trust him."

Seeing that the two men were at war, the rest of the Order of the Phoenix were also divided into two factions.Some looked at Dumbledore, eager for more explanation, while others drew their wands and stood beside Moody on guard, the Stunning Spell ready to be cast.

Surprisingly, Severus Snape, who had been watching the development of the situation silently in the corner like a non-existing ghost since arriving today, also stood up.

As usual, with a stern face, like a dark cloud, he stood opposite to Harry, and snorted coldly at Harry who opened his eyes slightly.

"We don't want years of hard work to go to waste. I object to Harry Potter's pointless death—"

-- no matter which one.

Snape gave Harry a cold look, who returned a helpless look.

Remus Lupine maintained his neutrality, ready to stop any conflict that might break out. Only Blaise Zabini and Sirius Black were around Harry, and his opposite was all members of the Order of the Phoenix, including Severus Snape.

Ron and Hermione didn't know what to do with the situation, intellectually they understood that either was Harry Potter - the short time they spent with each other would prove it - but it was more than that.

The two still stood beside Potter, determined to support him unconditionally no matter what he decided.

Potter was silent.He lowered his head and clenched his fists. In just a few minutes, he thought about many things, such as unpredictable things like war and victory, as well as Hogwarts, the safety of his relatives and friends, and his own life...

When he looked up again, those green eyes were astonishingly bright, like burning bright flames.

"I swore to myself in the bottom of my heart that I would never stand in front of him again. I didn't want to let myself down, and I didn't want to let him down—of course I did this time. Maybe you don't trust him yet, then," Potter said firmly , facing everyone in the Order of the Phoenix, "I hope you all believe in me, with the answer I have chosen."