The Golden Age of HP Rebirth

One of the reasons Harry lived alone away from the wizarding world was that he felt he was becoming anti-social, and he worried that one day he would not be able to control himself from covering one layer of blood with another.The soul piece in his body disappeared with Voldemort's death, but Harry felt that he and Voldemort were getting closer.He even suspected that the missing soul piece was his own soul, and that Voldemort had occupied his body and resurrected.Although this kind of thinking is absurd, it makes him terrified, and he stays up all night like a neurotic. He wants to stay awake and rational. He is afraid that if he closes his eyes, he will pick up the butcher knife and make everyone's sacrifices go to waste... …

The effect of the medicine was gradually increasing, and Harry's consciousness began to slacken, even though his body was still trembling uncontrollably.Perhaps it was because of being tired, or perhaps because of the potion, Harry rarely had a good night's sleep until he received a warning alert that the castle had been invaded the next morning.

Andrew has been having a dream. In the dream, there are women crying and begging, men roaring and crying, babies crying and crying, and green lights.This dream has been with him since he can remember, and sometimes he also dreams of flying motorcycles and flexible broomsticks.He once wanted to tell others about his strange dreams, but after repeated lessons, he learned to use diaries to resolve his doubts.He is an orphan, and now he lives in his aunt's house. The aunt and the others have always turned a blind eye to him, neither making things difficult nor caring, as if he is a transparent person.But as long as he tells these strange dreams, his aunt will insult him uncharacteristically and lock him in the storage room until he repents and admits that everything is just his own fantasy and made up by himself.But he knew that was not the case, he knew he was different from the people around him, and then when he was 11 years old, he was told that he was a wizard, his parents were not killed in a car accident, but were heroes of the wizarding world, he There was even an older brother, who had long since disappeared.But after knowing all this, he suddenly became cheerful and lively, perhaps because he knew that he once had a family, had happiness, and knew that he was a unique magician.

But at the same time, his absurd dreams broke into sleep more and more frequently, but the content was more magnificent and strange.Later, he would dream of some people he didn't know. He heard them crying and arguing, and he could feel their missing, but he couldn't see their appearance clearly, and he didn't know the content of their conversation.

On the morning of August 8, he didn't seem to wake up, talking about his strange dreams at the breakfast table.Aunt Petunia, who had been silent since she learned that he was a wizard and never spoke a word to him, suddenly erupted and drove him into the storage room and locked him up, letting him scream inside.Andrew is very angry, he is not a freak, he is a wizard, a normal person who can do magic!His dreams were not imagined by him to attract people's attention and sympathy!After sitting in the dark for a while, he suddenly panicked again. Tomorrow was the day he went to Hogwarts!What if my aunt doesn't let him go?In fact, he didn't like the magical world that he had never known so much, but he could leave here, which was enough for him to look forward to.He squeezed the amulet tightly in his hand, only feeling an inexplicable power surging in his body, he didn't even know that his palm was punctured and bled by an irregular piece of wood, and then he saw it like watching a movie. Various scenes quickly passed by his eyes, the garden behind the Dursley's house, streets, shops, villages, hills, lakes... the last magnificent castle appeared before his eyes, he raised his hand to rub his eyes, but His eyes darkened and he fainted.

"Ruby" Harry called the elf: "Is there an intruder in the manor?" Rabbit looked very confused, and kept moving his pointed ears. "It's not an intruder, it's the little master, the little master of the Potter family. But the genealogy doesn't say there are two masters, but blood magic can't be wrong..."

Harry ignored the elf's head-shaking muttering, and had a vague guess in his mind, wrapped himself in a nightgown and walked out.

"Andrew?" Harry anxiously patted the cheek of the child lying on the ground, and with the other hand he kept casting spells with his wand, checking the boy's body.

The boy moved his fingers and slowly came to his senses, shaking his head as if trying to shake off the chaos. "Harry?" The boy looked at the figure in front of him in disbelief, then turned his head around to look at the front hall. "Where is this? Why am I here?"

"This is my manor. I don't know why you are here. Can you tell me what happened?" Harry patted the boy's back comfortingly, noticing the amulet tightly clenched in the boy's hand and the amulet on it. Dried blood.I vaguely understood what was going on.

"I... I have strange dreams sometimes, but my aunt is very upset when I bring them up, and she always says I'm lying, and that I'm a bad boy with ulterior motives, but it's true! I'm not lying !" The boy held Harry's hand tightly and looked him in the face with wide eyes, emphasizing that what he said was true.

"I know you're not lying! I also often have dreams, all kinds of strange dreams, this is normal, it's not a big deal, don't worry." Harry smiled comfortingly, but his doubts did not diminish.

The boy smiled reassuringly, took a few breaths, was silent for a while, and then continued: "When I was having breakfast this morning, I vaguely talked about the dream I had yesterday. I swear I didn't mean it. It’s just that I haven’t woken up yet.” The boy pouted aggrievedly, “Then my aunt drove me upstairs like crazy and locked me in the storage room. I was very angry at the time, and I beat the door hard, shouting, But they ignored me. Then I remembered that tomorrow is September [-]st and I'm going to Hogwarts. I was worried that they would not let me go there. , and then came here like flying." The boy finished speaking in one breath, and looked at Harry nervously, because he felt that no one would believe such words, and he was worried that he would be kicked out or even arrested.Although this big brother looked very kind, he even treated him to ice cream and gave him a photo of his parents, but he still couldn't help feeling a little worried.

Harry stroked the boy's hair unconsciously, meditating silently, then stretched out the boy's injured hand: "Is this the amulet I gave you that day?"

The boy nodded, a little embarrassed and afraid to look at Harry: "I... I always hold it when I'm scared."

"Nothing, I know why you're here, because it's a portkey, and I've cast a spell on it that will send you here when you need help. Would you like to take a break now? Take a shower by the way." After speaking, Rubi called out to take the boy to the guest room.

This is of course not a Portkey, and after asking Rabby a few more questions, Harry guessed that Andrew's blood and his condition at the time had triggered some kind of blood magic, that's why he came here, and the elf didn't either. Fight back, because Andrew is also the heir of the estate.But Harry didn't plan to tell Andrew this yet, and his identity couldn't be revealed yet.But what did the elf mean when he said that the genealogy did not show two heirs?He knew that after each family gave birth to a new member, the genealogy would be automatically displayed, and Lily must have had a check-up when she was pregnant, and perhaps had a B-ultrasound check in a Muggle hospital, but they only took one child name.Could it be a temporary emergency caused by his time travelling?Harry vaguely felt that he had thought of his time travel too simply.

The next morning Harry and Andrew were sitting at the dinner table, and the elf was pouring milk for the two masters. "How did you sleep last night?" Harry smeared jam on the toast before handing it to Andrew.

"Well, just as usual, I had those dreams again." The boy took the bread and smiled.

"What kind of dreams are they? Can you tell me?" Harry took a bite of the sausage, and then sucked in a hot breath.

"It's no big deal." The boy laughed at seeing Harry's embarrassment, and talked about his dream.

With a clack, the knife in Harry's hand fell to the plate, making a crisp and loud crash. "You said that you often dream of people you don't know talking, crying, and arguing recently? Can you describe it?" Harry asked eagerly, his eyes full of disbelief and a hint of joy.

"Uh, oh, okay. Actually, I can't look carefully. It seems that there are several children. I don't know how many. There is one person who seems to often dye his hair. It is black for a while, pink for a while, and some My lord, there is a chattering woman and a red-haired, well-built man. I really don't know what they mean, but there seems to be words like 'blame', 'vortex', 'emerald'." The boy looked Harry, too, forgot to chew the food in his mouth, because Harry looked different than usual, seemed to be stunned by what he had just said.He asked nervously, "Did I say something wrong? Are these bad? After all, I don't know them at all."

"No, no, it's nothing, it's just that I remembered something... Do you remember when you started dreaming about this?" A kind of guess was about to come out, Harry felt a little breathless, he held the corner of the table , fingertips turned white from exertion.

"Probably, it started...from the day you gave me the amulet." The boy said after thinking for a while, then quickly waved his hands and said, "I don't mean