Harriet Potter

A few hours later I was awakened by the gray light, surprised at how soundly I had slept despite cold limbs and a sore back from the night curled up on the rock face.And that dream, I haven't had a good dream about my mother in years.I struggle to remember the tender guidance, the vivid faces and the kisses, the song I didn't even know I'd heard.

But the instinct to move closer to a heat source has moved me fairly close to the edge of the boulder, and the circle of dying fire that surrounds me is by no means the magic I had mastered before yesterday.I looked at the few remaining small flames, and felt my heart beating faster in a way I hadn't seen for a long time.I searched eagerly on the stone surface, and found the little pebble, which I must have let go of in my sleep.I clutched it, thinking about the people I wanted to see, but nothing happened.After a few times I panicked, caught my breath and tried to figure out how I did it from the chaotic debris of last night, tentatively spinning it between my fingers.

By the third lap I knew I had done it.With a very slight noise, my parents and Sirius walked towards me.They are not as real as living people, but much more real than ghosts, more like Riddle who escaped from the diary a long time ago, that is, memories that have almost become physical.James was dressed in the clothes he had died in, with messy hair and glasses that were a little askew, just like Mr. Weasley; Sirius was tall and handsome, much younger than I had seen him alive, walking easily, with his hands in his arms. In the pocket, a smile blooms on her face; Lily smiles, brushing her long hair back, looking at my face as hungrily as she did last night.

"Hi, Harry," James said.

I was speechless, and looking at each of them in turn was keeping my eyes busy.

"You can't just be dead for ten years and go up to your daughter and say 'hi,' James," Sirius said, before grinning at me too, "Hi, Harry."

"How are you better than me?" James protested.

"I outlived you by ten years, show some respect, kid." Sirius folded his arms arrogantly.

"Leave them alone." Lily rolled her eyes, "How did you sleep last night?"

It took me a little effort to tear my attention away from James and Sirius, and it took a few seconds to regain my language skills. "Uh, it's good...just, it's been a long time."

She put her hand over my cheek and I resisted leaning in or grabbing it, pretending that the warmth was real, my mother right here in front of me, comforting me.

James broke the silence after a few seconds: "You're still wearing the Invisibility Cloak, Harry? You'll be quite... conspicuous in this way."

"It's the most understated review of the year," Sirius commented.

I looked down at the tattered, blood-stained cloth on my body, and had to admit that they were right.Fortunately, the invisibility cloak was still in the donkey skin bag and was suppressed by the tent, so it was not lost due to the chaos last night.

"Aberforth should get me new clothes soon." I said as I pulled the Invisibility Cloak out.

"Glad to hear Aberforth is alive." James watched me wistfully as I shook off my cloak.

"I've always thought that old guy and Mad-Eye are the types who can't die anyway." Sirius said with a smile.

I opened my mouth, how do you report the death to the deceased? "Mad-Eye is dead."

Sirius' expression froze.

"Oh," he said slowly, nodding, "oh."

"I'm sorry." I said softly, "When the Order of the Phoenix transferred me from the Dursleys, someone leaked the news. The mysterious person thought that I would leave with the most powerful and experienced people, and then—"

"Why do you call him 'You-Know-Who'?" Sirius interrupted. "As far as I know you have never been afraid to say Voldemort's name directly."

Immediately I gripped my wand tightly and looked around nervously, but there was still no movement except the lapping of the tide, and it seemed that the spell did not reach the dead.

"They put a spell on the word, and anyone who speaks his name will be tracked." I replied, watching their expressions, "You... don't know what happened before, do you?"

"We know what happened the moment you called us back, and we can feel what you felt at that moment," Lily replied, "but we won't know the cause and effect unless you tell us."

"We're gone, Harry," Sirius concluded.

The air seemed to freeze for a few seconds, I looked at them, and they looked back, the relaxation and playfulness of a few minutes ago disappeared, and the thoughts of another world almost suffocated me.

"You are not real, are you?" I lowered my head, and the small black stone dangled in my trembling palm, "You are just an illusion created by it, like the mirror of Erised...I see you are just Because I miss you so much." I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and squeezed it tightly, "This thing will not bring you back...you will never come back to me..."

"Yes, but that doesn't mean it's all fake," James said, his voice close to mine. "Look at me, Harry, look at us. We may not be coming back, but we're here , we are with you."

I opened my eyes and looked at James' light brown eyes, my features and messy black hair, and then at Lily and Sirius.Finally feeling able to regain control, I backed away a little and pulled the lens out of my pocket. "I think I should contact Abu--"

"Wait, is that part of the double-sided mirror?" James asked in surprise, and Sirius leaned over.

"That's right." Sirius looked at the irregular piece for a while, then raised his eyebrows and looked at me, "It's quite completely broken. I remember I gave it to you as a present."

Then I smashed it in grief and rage after you died, and it was really broken, the biggest piece I could find.Projection of a Living Sirius—Is there an appropriate word in English to summarize the current situation? ——It’s a bit embarrassing to explain this.

"Well, Aberforth bought another piece from Mundungus. He ransacked 12 Grimmauld Place, where..." I gestured wildly, "I used it with Aberforth last night. Si got in touch and he said he would help me prepare what I need."

"He's been drooling over those things for a while." Sirius snorted. "Nice job, Dunge. Remember to buy him flowers for me."

Before anyone could ask me about the shattered mirror, I tentatively called Aberforth's name to the shard, and he reappeared a moment later, bleary-eyed, in a dressing gown, worse than usual temper.He berated me so badly that he didn't mercifully tell me Burlington Market until after I'd paid probably a hundred nos for disturbing his sleep and was about to be overwhelmed with guilt for sending an old man on an adventure An address on the street, let me go there at nine o'clock in the morning to pick up what I needed.Then the mirror turned black with a click, probably because he put it face down on the table. I suspect that he had been holding back his anger all night to hang up my "phone" like this.

"Do you have a good relationship with the old man?" James looked cheerfully at me putting the mirror back into my pocket in disgrace.

"Every time he sees me, he seems to want to give me the bottle more." I muttered.

"That means he likes you." Sirius laughed. "Listen to him saying, 'I'm over 100 years old...', you haven't seen him chasing and stabbing James with a broom—hey!"

I couldn't help but feel jealous when James slapped him on the shoulder so that he almost fell on his head next to me.

"Did he buy you a drink?" James said, avoiding Sirius' counterattack.

"I guess there was, but it was because I was injured at the time, and he put the medicine in the wine..." I saw Lily showing a worried expression, and quickly waved her hands, "It's a long story."

"It's a long story," Sirius said, imitating my tone. "You know what? James used to say that when he accidentally drank two extra glasses of Firewhiskey, or kissed a girl in a bar." Shut up—”

"Oh yeah?" Lily crossed her arms.

"Lily—"

I didn't hear James' defense, and I couldn't stop laughing until all three of them stopped and stared at me.

"Sorry, it's just..." I wiped away the tears from my laughter, "It's great that you are all here, I wish I could join..."

The last few words dissipated in the sea breeze, I swallowed, and walked to the edge of the boulder, not daring to look at their expressions, leaned over and grabbed a broken chain to pick up the locket.This touched the unhealed wound on my chest. I took a breath and straightened up. I saw that the blood on it had become dark, probably because there was no direct contact. I can't feel that kind of pulse now.It was weird looking at it like that, I felt free and surprisingly light, and taking it off was like removing a boulder from my stomach.

"You probably shouldn't have it around your neck," James said.

"Yeah, I didn't even think about it before." I stared at it, fighting the thought of throwing it away, "I think it's a hint that I have to wear it next to me, and I'm here because...it's Almost got me under control."

"Come back here, Harry," Lily said softly, and I took a few steps back, realizing that I was still standing on the edge, and letting go of my hand would drop the locket into the sea.

"What about leaving Ron and Hermione?" Sirius asked suddenly. "Is this also because it controls you? Because I know they won't run away from you."

"No, not exactly." I cleaned the surface of the locket and put it away in the donkey leather bag. "It's a bit complicated."

"You left your friend?" James' voice rose. "That's about the worst thing I can think of you could do, Harry."

"Yeah, look where you are!" I blurted out.

I regretted it at that moment, silence enveloped us, I lowered my head, and the clammy wind began to make me tremble again.

"You should be ready to go, Harry," said Lily.

I nodded, started to pack the rest of the things, and checked the wounds on my body again, which was a lot of work when I could only use one hand.I couldn't find the fragments of the snitch that originally encased the black stone, presumably all fell into the sea.After I finished, I looked at the watch that Mrs. Weasley had given me. It was blackened on the surface, but it was still working tenaciously. There were still twenty or ten minutes before the time set by Aberforth.

As I was about to Apparate, I suddenly remembered something. "Uh, do I need to...?"

"We are a part of you, Harry," said Lily, "invisible to others."

"That's... good." I brushed the hair that was blown in front of my face, "I... I'm sorry for what I just said, I didn't mean it. I'm really, really happy to see you again, you can't imagine How happy I am."

"So do we, Harry," said James.

"You're not the one to feel sorry for, Harry," Sirius said.

I tried to smile at them, and squeezed the little stone tighter in my palm until its corners were about to press into the open wound.The sun struggled to rise through the clouds behind me, and my shadow was stretched out. It passed between the figures of James and Lily, and cast it vaguely on the mountain wall in front of me.I tilted my head and watched it do the opposite and spin away.