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["I can't understand you, Kreacher," he said finally. "Voldemort wanted to kill you. Regulus sacrificed himself to defeat Voldemort, but you still happily betrayed Sirius to Voldemort? You are happy to go to Narcissa and Bellatrix and let them pass the news To Voldemort..."

"Harry, Kreacher doesn't think so," said Hermione, wiping tears with the back of her hand. "He was a slave; house-elves were used to being treated badly, even cruelly; what Voldemort did to Kreacher was no worse than they were normally treated. What does it mean for an elf? He is loyal to people who treat him well, Mrs. Black used to be like this, Regulus must be like this, so he gladly serves them and blindly obeys their beliefs, I know what you want to say "Harry tried to protest, but she just went on, "Regulus had a change of heart...but it doesn't look like he told Kreacher any of this, did he? I think I know why. If Kreacher and Ray Gullus' family would be safest if they kept the old pure-blood. Regulus was just trying to protect the family."

"Sirius..."

"For Kreacher, Sirius was scary, Harry, it's not good, you know it's true. Kreacher had been alone for a long time when Sirius came back, and he must have wanted some love. I Sure 'Miss Sissy' and 'Miss Bella' would treat Kreacher much kinder so he offered to do things for them and told them everything they wanted to know. I've always said wizards treat domesticated animals for them The elf way paid the price. Voldemort, of course... and Sirius too."

Harry couldn't find words to fight back, and as he watched Kreacher weep on the floor, wet all over, he remembered what Dumbledore had said to him hours after Sirius' death: I don't think Sirius Seen as a creature with the same sensitive emotions as humans...

"Of course Voldemort would have taken into account that house-elves' activities were entirely under his watch, like all pure-blood wizards treat them like animals...it never occurred to him that house-elves could have magic that he didn't."

"Kreacher," said Harry after a moment, "if you're feeling all right, um...please sit up."

Kreacher hiccupped for a few minutes before quieting down.He adjusted into a sitting position with some difficulty, rubbing his eyes with his hands like a child. 】

Regardless of whether it is the original book or the book, Dobby's death is too cruel.

In addition, when Kreacher took the elf to join the battle in the last battle, it really exploded! ! !

In the end, I wanted to write "The elf's huge yellow eyes are like light bulbs in the darkness..." But after thinking about it, it was a serious occasion, so I didn't include it.

In addition, I have never quite understood what kind of existence Merlin's pants are.

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1980 years.

A cold, wet night as always.

Dumbledore shakes his robes in a small room in the Hog's Head pub in Hogsmeade.However, this action obviously has no way to deal with the moisture that has entered the robe.

So he took out his wand and tapped it on the robes.

In the years of being the principal, Dumbledore has never interviewed a professor who wants to teach at Hogwarts outside the school. This time may be the only exception-because the person who applied to be the professor of prophecy is a very The great-great-great-great-granddaughter of a famous and very talented seer, so Dumbledore thought it would be more polite to meet her.

Dumbledore smiled and met the eyes of the man who looked a bit like him at the counter. The man gave him an indifferent look, and said, "The first room upstairs."

Dumbledore smiled again, and stepped up the black, wooden stairs that seemed to be in disrepair.

However, if I knew it was here, why not go to Hogwarts?Dumbledore thought to himself, at least Hogwarts is definitely more "polite" than here.

"Hello, Headmaster Dumbledore." Trelawney's voice came erratically from across the small table, making Dumbledore even wonder if this person was sitting in front of him.

Huge and weird glasses, a neck full of various necklaces and hands full of various rings... Dumbledore scored a low score in his heart, this outfit looks really weird A fortuneteller, not a well-known seer.

"Hello, Ms. Trelawney." Dumbledore got straight to the point, "Since you want to apply to be a professor of prophecy, then—"

"Yes, yes, Headmaster Dumbledore..." Trelawney said, "I want to be the professor of Divination at Hogwarts..."

Dumbledore: "...um." He nodded politely.

All in all, after a short, meaningless chat, Dumbledore just wanted to say politely "it's late" and "sorry, I don't think you are suitable to be a professor of divination, and Hogwarts headmaster In the name of ", he heard a passage that would affect the rest of his life - it was said by Trelawney in a very hoarse voice that was different from the one just now.

A prophecy.

"The one who has the power to conquer the Dark Lord is approaching... Born into a family that has defeated the Dark Lord three times... Born at the end of the seventh month..." Dumbledore immediately waved his wand in response - but it was too late Yes, he heard the sound of someone running down the stairs in a hurry.

"It's time to start preparing for something." Dumbledore's eyes shimmered behind the half-moon glasses, "Perhaps, I should contact Sirius first."

"Oh, Headmaster Dumbledore—" Trelawney said again erratically.

"Yes, Ms. Trelawney." Dumbledore stood up, stroked his robe, and smiled, "It's very late now, and the Hogwarts owl should arrive at your house with a letter in a few days. "

"...Merlin!" Trelawney exclaimed excitedly, all kinds of bracelets on her wrist jingled, "Thank you so much! Thank you very much—"

"Good night, Professor Trelawney, see you at the beginning of school." Dumbledore opened the door, and the dim lights of the Pig's Head Bar just lined up to illuminate a pattern of stars on the bottom of his robe.

His footsteps were hurried and steady, with an indomitable momentum.

1980 6 Month 23 Day.

Godric's Hollow.

"He knew the prophecy..." Sirius had just finished speaking when he heard the sound of the coffee cup smashing to the ground.He knew that that person's hands might beat his heart faster, but he continued on. "The one with the energy to conquer the Dark Lord approached, born into a family that defeated the Dark Lord three times, born at the end of the seventh month... sorry, James, that's all I know."

"Isn't this prophecy a sealed top secret? How would he know... or are Death Eaters everywhere?" James bent down, picked up the broken porcelain on the ground, and lowered his voice carefully, "Let's go out and say , Lily is sleeping."

"And Harry?" Sirius asked James jokingly.

"Yes, and Harry, both of them are sleeping." James put the coffee cup shards on the table, and took out his wand, "It's back to normal."

"I really can't bear the appearance of a good family man like you, I have goosebumps all over my body." Sirius saw James' expression of "I do", and decided to go out first.

He pushed open the door and stood at the door looking at a vibrant courtyard, which was full of lush ivy and some flowers, and of course there were more magical plants growing in it.

"We - Dumbledore and I - thought he knew the prophecy, but he didn't act like he knew it."

"What?" James closed the door softly so it wouldn't make too much noise. "Lily wakes up easily now," he explained, and then asked, "What did you mean by that?"

"We think," Sirius shrugged understandingly, "that Voldemort will show something after knowing this prophecy, but he hasn't yet."

"Then we can only wait?"

"For now, that's it." Sirius tilted his head and looked in through the window, "Is Harry coming to this world soon?"

"Well, we're going to St. Mungo's in two days." James, the father-to-be, laughed so hard that his teeth couldn't see.

"Hey, Sirius, can you hear me?" Suddenly, Regulus' voice came from Sirius' pocket, "The Dark Lord summoned the Death Eaters through the Dark Mark, at Lestrange Manor. Both I left the mask at home, come quickly."

When Sirius came to Lestrange Manor, Voldemort had already sat on the throne and started his meeting with his loyal supporters.The seats were full, and more people stood under the long table.

Seeing Sirius, Regulus opened his mouth to say something, but Sirius stopped him with a gesture.

He bowed very Blakely in Voldemort's direction, and then walked straight to the dark corner of the hall.

"Three times against the master? Three times..." He heard the voice of his nominal cousin, Bellatrix Black Lestrange, full of loyalty. For her, Voldemort should choose her manor. It's an honor.

"Longbottom! It must be Longbottom. The Longbottom who was sent to St. Mungo's by Bella Cruciatus." This should be Bellatrix's husband who is as virtuous as hers, even the voice is the same stupid , "Humph, it's really cheap for them not to drive them crazy that time - damn the Order of the Phoenix is ​​like an annoying leech!"

"Master, if I remember correctly, they have a child," added Rodolphus Lestrange.

More people voiced their approval.

No one noticed Sirius, who was standing in that dark corner, his expression blurred by the shadow cast by the wide hat of his magic robe.

"What do you say, Malfoy?" Voldemort twirled his wand between his fingers.

"I'm not interested in which witch is pregnant." Lucius said coldly.

"That's right, your child, oh, his name is Draco, right?" Voldemort's eyes glowed faintly red, "He has already been born, hasn't he?"

"Yes, master." Lucius had to lower his head, "He was born on the fifth day, and Narcissa is taking care of him."

Voldemort laughed. "You deserve it," he said, "you add to the strength of the pure-blood, and you deserve to rest."

Merlin knew that when Lucius heard him say "pure blood", he felt sick in his heart, but he could only agree with him with a forced smile on his face.

"Besides, this is a child who has escaped suspicion, and deserves better care." Voldemort smiled. "Who else will have a child born in July?"

"Potter. James Potter and Lily Evans. Their children will also be born in July and August." No one knew who said this, which immediately caused an uproar in the room.

Sirius' heart twitched violently.

"The Potters? Didn't they hide like mice? Together with those cowards from the Order of the Phoenix."

"Since Sirius Black turned his back, the Potters and those members of the Order of the Phoenix seem to have been hit hard. It's really ridiculous. Hahahahaha..."

"Isn't there that dwarf beside them-Dwarf Peter? Oh, yes, there is also a poor little werewolf. I don't know if he will pee in fright when he sees us Fenrir Greyback Pants."

Sirius' hands were clenched into fists in his sleeves.

"Okay..." Voldemort leaned back in the chair, with his slender right leg resting on his left leg, his pale hands crossed on his knees, and he put his foot down and said, "You two are arguing like this, how could you The demeanor that a pure-blood wizard should have."

Sirius stood in the corner, looking at the strange bloodless face of Voldemort sitting on the main seat, watching the thin lips on that face evoked that elegant aristocratic smile... He is no longer the one who was in Hoag Watts has preached the ideal handsome young man. Years of immersion in black magic have brought irreversible changes to his body... At this moment, Sirius stared at those red pupils like coagulated blood, feeling as if he was watching a spit The poisonous snake with Xinzi.

Perhaps... Sirius suddenly thought that the reason why so many people trusted and followed Voldemort in the first place must always have something to do with his handsome and dignified face. Face... Sirius recalled it for a while, then everything is still unknown.he thinks.

The corner on his side was quiet, while Lucius, who was sitting in the seat on the other side, was desperately enduring it.

"Did you mention Sirius Black just now?" Voldemort fixed his gaze directly on Sirius, "Then just to tell you what you think, weren't you a good friend of James Potter before?"

"I don't have any opinion." Sirius said in a rigid tone, "I haven't been in touch with Potter since... Don't you say that we were good friends before? The closest thing they have now is Peter Peddie Come on." He said calmly.

"Peter..." The corner of Voldemort's mouth curled into a playful smile, "Okay, let's all go about our own business, now? It's not the time yet."

Sirius looked at the smile on Voldemort's mouth and just wanted to give him Avada Kedavra.Merlin's beard, Wormtail has been sending messages to Voldemort since 1979. Do you really think he doesn't know?

Also, no time?Could it be what he thought it meant?

— Now, Voldemort's soul is too complete?Didn't he just finish a "convulsion period"?Is it going to split the soul again to make a Horcrux?

"Rael..." Sirius gave Regulus a worried look, then turned and left.

At midnight that night, Sirius sat alone in front of the fireplace.He had his legs curled up, and a gray-winged owl on his arm was tilting his head to take a sip of the pumpkin juice in his hand from time to time.

The orange flame in the fireplace was burning with a message, the light was dim and warm, Sirius' face was half hidden in the darkness, and it became more and more gloomy and cold.

The last remnants of a text message remained next to the unburned block, with a person's nickname written on it. :

—Wormtail.

Sirius has kept this sitting position for a long time, until the muscles of his body began to ache, but his mind was thinking faster and faster.

No one knows what this man who is almost hidden in the darkness is thinking, except himself.

No one would know how much he hated this person, plus the last time.

It is around two o'clock in the morning. Black's old house is very quiet. Even Mrs. Black on the wall is already asleep. In the whole house, there is only the magic clock running non-stop, and the subtle rotation of the pointer rings clearly in the silence In the night, as time is passing.

1980 7 Month 30 Day.

"Master, the child has been born - Neville Longbottom."

"It's not time yet...wait a little longer."

1980 7 Month 31 Day.

St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries, Department of Biological Trauma, a warm mother and baby room.

James sat on the edge of the bed, looking tenderly at the sleeping baby in Lily's arms.His black hair was a little messier than before, and although there was a little tiredness between his brows and eyes, there was an unconcealable joy—the joy of being a father for the first time.The birth of every young life will make many wizards ecstatic.

Obviously, James' current behavior is still in line with the etiquette taught by his beautiful, elegant, powerful and gentle mother, um, the Potter family with a long history.

James smiled, sunny and handsome as before becoming a father...

Then, he stretched out a finger, and poked his precious son's little face kindly and kindly with a father's love.

"Snapped!"

Lily slapped off the man's hand mercilessly, then gently stroked the child's little face and reproached, "James, why are you neither serious nor serious?"

James smirked twice, looked at his wife and children lying on the bed, and couldn't help but "hehehe" endlessly.

"Lily, look how cute he is, he is round and thin, he looks exactly like when I was a child." James obviously did not recover from the joy of becoming a father, "Harry, baby son, come here Daddy smile!"

"Actually, what makes Harry most like you is the messy hair that can be seen from birth, huh? James." Lily rolled her eyes, and suddenly had the urge to cast a silent spell on the man.

Be patient, Lily dear, a man who is just a father needs to vent and understand that a mother who is always too grumpy is not good for the child.endure.

In fact, for an intellectual, rational and gentle witch who is married to a wizard with a childish personality, at this great moment of the birth of a new life, one of the couple must keep calm The mother witch wanted to cry.

Lily swears that she will never believe such nonsense as "a Potter grows up after becoming a father" again. People with Potter blood are freaks who don't grow up! ! !

If Old Fremont's portrait heard this sentence, then he would definitely say that Lily was overgeneralizing.

12 Grimmauld Place.

Sirius once again adjusted the collar of his perfect wizard robe in front of the mirror, looking expectant, delighted, and apprehensive.

"Sirius, you are very handsome, and your collar is also very handsome." Remus hooked Sirius' neck helplessly, "But now, I think it's time for us to set off. James and Lily are probably going to leave St. Mungo's door is open."

"Rael, get dressed, we're in a hurry!" Sirius finally let go of his collar, and shouted to Regulus who was sitting on the chair.

Regulus twitched the corners of his mouth and agreed, and at the same time thought in his heart, if it weren't for your excited feeling of being a "father" for the first time, would we need to be in such a hurry?

However, a good younger brother must take into account the elder brother's face.

1980 8 Month 10 Day.

The headmaster's office at Hogwarts, full of wondrous gadgets, welcomes a dusty and unexpected guest.

No one knew when he went in and when he left, or what he had talked to Dumbledore about.

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This chapter seems to be what I thought too... _(:з」∠)_

The time and cause of death of Sirius' parents are not mentioned in the book.

But his mother should have died after Regulus.

Then Regulus died in 1979, eh, but I really don't want Sirius to spend too much time with his parents (especially his mother, ORZ)

So the parents here should have died not long after Sirius graduated (tentative).

Why do you need to go to the biological injury department after giving birth to a baby, because I think this is also a kind of biological injury, and it is also a high-pain injury.

Of course, there is also a reason because there is no other place to go in St. Mungo.

The time Snape met Dumbledore was not real, it was just my estimation.

Baidu: [With Harry's birth, the Potters decided to hide because Albus Dumbledore received news that Voldemort was looking for them and wanted to kill Harry.The news came from Snape, and Peter's betrayal caused the Potters to be killed, and Snape would never see Lily, making him even more ashamed.

On July 1980, 7, Lily gave birth to Harry Potter, but Dumbledore soon discovered that their family was in danger - Voldemort was after them.In October 31, Dumbledore told the Potters that their best chance was to use the Fidelity Charm.James asked Sirius to be their secret keeper. Although Dumbledore suggested to come by himself, James insisted on using Sirius, firmly believing that he would not betray them.

However, Sirius had a different plan.He convinces James and Lily to use Peter as their secret keeper, while he's just a smoker.They agreed, but it ended in double tragedy.The only ones who knew of the Secret Keeper switch were James, Lily, Sirius and Peter, and even Dumbledore and Lupine were kept in the dark.A week later, Peter betrayed Lily and James to Voldemort. 】

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The swirling, warm black lake.

Harry didn't know what was going on with him now. To be precise, he didn't have a clear mind now.

He could vaguely hear voices: a smooth, familiar male voice, but younger; and a female voice, also familiar and soft.

As gentle as a mother.thought Harry.

"Look, James, baby Harry is about to open his eyes." Lily said softly while hugging Harry.

James kissed his wife on the forehead: "I guess Harry's eyes will be as beautiful as yours."

1980 years.

This is the most unstable period of time, the dark forces are growing day by day, and the resistance is on the verge of being unsustainable... Fortunately, there is still hope to be born in this almost desperate time.

Harry's eyes snapped open, anxious and desperate to see...

At the beginning, the vision was still blurred, it was blue and white.

sky?Am I on the grass outside Hogwarts?

Underneath is a soft, warm touch.

Harry wanted to stand up, or sit up first... but he found that he had no way to control his body, as if the commands sent by his brain to his limbs were not being received at all, or would not be carried out if received.

Is it all petrified?It doesn't feel like it...

He could feel his hands and feet waving and kicking indiscriminately, but he couldn't control them by himself. Even the words that came out of his mouth were not complete and clear, but only vague syllables in his throat. There is something in it.

"Yeah... ah..."

Harry was anxious about this loss of control, but it was useless to worry, he couldn't control a single muscle in his body.

It is difficult to move a little finger.

What the sky of Hogwarts, I really should be dead... In the end, Harry thought so desperately.

But, how can there be such a dead...

Can see (although not clearly), breathe, think, nothing abnormal except that the whole body is out of his control.

"Squeak-"

there's noise!Harry's spirits shook.

The sound of footsteps sounds like light and soft house slippers... Well, it should be...

Before Harry could figure out what it was, he heard a very gentle and pleasant female voice saying something that his mind couldn't understand at all, but he wanted to cry.

"Little Harry, the little quilt is finished drying, it's full of the smell of sunshine..."

"We don't tell daddy that baby Harry wets the bed, daddy won't know." Lily stood in front of the cradle, holding a freshly washed quilt, and said softly, "Come on, Harry, hug, mommy will give you a hug." Spread the quilt."

Harry felt a pair of hands, soft, slightly calloused hands, without long nails - mother's hands.

He couldn't react to anything, and his brain was stagnant, but it wasn't blank, but was filled without a single gap by the things that rushed in in an instant.

A sentence suddenly appeared in his mind.

[You will take your treasure with you, and everything will start over from the very beginning. ]

[The first place will also be the place where you are closest to happiness, and there will be a place where you can change your destiny. ]

A place where fate can be changed... Everything will be repeated from the very beginning... The place that is closest to happiness...

Harry felt something explode in his head.

Lily picked Harry up, and held his little ass so that his head rested on her shoulders.The child's soft face was pressed against her neck, warm, and Lily couldn't help but lowered her head and kissed Harry on the cheek.

Lily supported Harry with her left hand, took out her wand with her right hand and tapped the little quilt on the cradle, and the little quilt immediately jumped into the cradle to tidy itself up.

"Baby Harry, the little quilt is warm, do you want to sleep again?" Lily just wanted to put little Harry back in the cradle, but when little Harry's feet touched the little quilt spread in the stroller, he stopped. She pursed her lips, "Wow..." and burst into tears.

Lily felt distressed all of a sudden, and quickly picked him up and put him close to her face: "What's the matter, baby Harry, the little quilt is clean, and it's not wet, come on, little fat hand."

Just as Lily was about to grab the chubby hand and touch the quilt, little Harry put his little arms around Lily's neck, hugging his mother tightly and refusing to let go.

Harry didn't know what was going on, and didn't want to think about it.

There seemed to be a layer of fog in front of his eyes, but this did not prevent him from recognizing this blurry figure hugging him.

Mother……

His hands spontaneously circled his mother's neck, and there were a few strands of soft, fragrant wine-red hair.

Harry cried even more uncontrollably - he had never cried like this before.In his memory, except for the time when Sirius died, he had never been so... excited.

It seemed that something in the heart was constantly jumping out, flowing through the whole body along the blood vessels, and finally turned into water and flowed out of the eyes, and turned into voice and shouted out of the mouth.

"Hi, Mom... Mom." He could only spit out vague, non-standard milk sounds.

"Mother is here, mother is here." Lily kept kissing little Harry's forehead, shaking her arms gently, and comforting him with a gentle voice, "Harry is not crying, mother is here."

The little child blushed and began to hiccup, and his little hands clenched into weak fists.

"Mommy is here. Mommy won't let Daddy know that little Harry wets the bed. It's a secret between Mommy and little Harry."

"Mom is here, baby Harry is safe." Lily rocked little Harry in her arms, kissed his forehead tenderly, and hummed a nice melody.

Harry's last consciousness was accompanied by the scent, the soft soothing voice of his mother.He hiccupped again and fell into a sweet dream.

When James came home from get off work, he saw Lily pacing around the house with little Harry in his arms, humming a song.

"Honey." James kissed Lily on the cheek, then kissed Harry again.

Lily said softly, "Take it easy, Harry cried for a long time in the afternoon before he fell asleep."

James stroked Harry's limp hair lightly. "Well, my son is naughty."

Lily: "..."

The little one just fell asleep, and the big one came back. This day is really worrying... Lily wrote a roaring letter in her heart with a smile.

Hogwarts.

Going down the castle's ancient stairs, through the corridors, and casting a spell on the magic stone statue, we can reach the headmaster's office, but there is no one there now, only the snoring of the portrait.

The Sorting Hat sleeps peacefully on a three-legged stool.

At this moment, most of the wizards, magical creatures, and magic items are sleeping peacefully, except for the magic books and magic pens in the small tower above where no students have ever set foot and is locked all the year round.

Although a little faded, it can be seen that the once beautiful slender quill floated from the empty silver ink bottle, and landed on the book wrapped in black dragon skin that was quietly opened.On the opened pages were written words that appeared to be names.

The last one is "Draco Malfoy".

The quill was floating in the blank space of the parchment, and silver writing slowly appeared on the blank space.

Gradually, the beautiful swashbuckling characters converged into a new name——

"Harry Potter".

1981 10 Month 24 Day.

Godric's Hollow.

Lily put away her wand and took Harry back from James' arms. "Okay." She said softly.

Sirius smiled and looked at the reluctant son-in-law James, and said to Harry in Lily's arms, "Harry, come on, do you want to be hugged by the godfather."

Lily looked at Harry in her arms with a smile, and saw the child blinking and stretching out his hands in the direction of Sirius—hands apart, in an obvious gesture of begging for a hug.

Half of his body stretched out in the direction of Sirius.

Sirius smiled and held Harry in his arms, saying: "With the protection of the Fidelity Curse, at least we can safely pass through this most unknown period."

"No one but you knows where we are and how to find us, of course we are safe." James smiled and teased Harry in Sirius' arms with his fingers, which made the child "giggle".James, who was paying attention to Harry wholeheartedly, naturally didn't notice that Sirius turned pale instantly when he said this, and only Harry in his arms felt the instant stiffness of his godfather's body.

has a problem.Harry thought, biting his finger.

"Speaking of us, Padfoot," Lily seemed to suddenly think of something, and asked Sirius, "Do you know what the Longbottoms are doing now? Are they safe?"

Sirius frowned instantly: "I heard that Cruciatus caused irreversible damage to their bodies and spirits. They have been recuperating in St. Mungo's all the time. But don't worry, not to mention that St. Mungo's has been It has been neutral since then, and its security system can make people feel at ease. Besides, there are defensive measures over there, and according to Dumbledore, it is relatively safe."

Hearing what he said, Lily felt a little relieved: "This way I can feel at ease."

Harry's emerald green eyeballs rolled around, screaming "Wow" and struggling towards his room. The Sirius who was caught off guard almost missed him: "Harry, are you going to the room?" The dishonest child was held tightly in his arms, and then walked towards Harry's room.

"Passfoot, take Harry to play, James and I will prepare dinner." Lily pulled James who wanted to follow her son, and resolutely pulled him into the kitchen.

"Although this giant monster is also a master of destruction in the kitchen, but Merlin, let Padfoot and the little monster play, it's safer." Lily didn't want to recall the troll's father James with the little monster. Those things that happened when Harry was together... Of course, Harry was always a good boy, and his father taught him to be bad.

Here, after Harry entered the room, he directly expressed his intention to go to the ground to Sirius with "brutal" movements, and he succeeded.

However, this behavior directly made the quasi-godfather Sirius feel that Harry was really too much like his father.

James: "..."

Harry, who fell to the ground anxiously, began to search directly on the ground. Thanks to his mother and father, Harry's entire room was covered with soft carpets.A complete set of comet broom models, go; Hogwarts school badge, go; toy wands, go; the little mat woven by my mother, um...

Sirius wanted to laugh at the scene of the chubby Harry stuffing a small cushion under his buttocks, rubbing against it, and then writhing on the messy ground, but he held it back very self-effacingly.

Um?It looks like you found what you were looking for.

After tossing and turning for a while, Harry finally found what he wanted: paper and pen.Even though the paper is just a small piece of paper left over from his tearing and playing... But it's just as good as it is, and he doesn't dislike it at all.

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