Homecoming from Hogwarts

Harry stared at the door in amazement.

For the past few months, the door that often appeared in his dreams should be the one that Voldemort had been dreaming about. Finally, it appeared before his eyes in a more concrete way.

This black door also caused a misunderstanding.

He once thought that Malfoy went to Borgin's to buy alchemical tools that could break the seal in order to open this door for Voldemort.

But in fact, Malfoy's mission was to open Professor Blaine's office and take away the wand belonging to the black witch.

Harry finally felt that something was wrong.

He had seen things from the perspective of dreams many times, but in all these experiences, Voldemort himself was present without exception.

And what is happening now?

He followed Sirius, but Voldemort didn't show up?
"Sirius!"

The incorporeal Harry screamed desperately, trying to remind him to look back, because
But as Harry had expected, Sirius heard nothing at all.

Sirius began to move. He walked through the dim, cool corridor with firm, decisive steps, occasionally jogging a few steps, and then he pushed open the door and walked in.

Even though he was worried about Sirius' safety, Harry couldn't help but look at the room behind the door a few more times.

After all, he had been tortured by this dream for long enough, and even though many absurd things had happened to him, he had never experienced anything like this before.

A large round room, everything was black, including the floor and ceiling.

There were many doors embedded in the surrounding black walls, all identical and unmarked.

Sirius was obviously not here for the first time. He knew which door he should open and walked confidently to the door opposite the one they entered the room through.

Perhaps because he was thinking about Remus's wedding tomorrow, Sirius seemed to be in a good mood.

He walked along humming a song, unaware that his life was in danger.

The second door Sirius passed through was filled with a beautiful, diamond-like light.

Harry's perspective changed and he was now hovering over Sirius' head.

The large room was filled with clocks of all kinds on display stands, large and small, grandfather and travel clocks, and the gleaming light was from the crystal cover of a clock on the opposite side of the room.

Harry had no idea why the Ministry had put so many alarm clocks in the Department of Mysteries. At another time, he would have been happy to spend more time thinking about these interesting clocks, but now, he was only worried about Sirius' safety.

He called out over Sirius's head again and again, and even tried to break free from the dream and find a way to contact Sirius as soon as possible.

However, these attempts all failed without exception.

He could only passively follow Sirius to the end of the room.

But Sirius's purpose was not the bell-shaped crystal cover, but a door behind the crystal cover.

Sirius paused in front of the door, he turned his head and looked around the hall vigilantly, as if he was on guard against something.

But he still heard Harry's loud reminder to him.

Sirius pushed the door open and they went inside.

Compared with the previous room, this one is much more plain.

The room was like a large cathedral, filled with tall shelves filled with small, gray glass balls.

The glass globe gleamed dimly in the light of the sconces between the shelves.

Harry seemed to feel cold because of the chill in his heart.

But at the same time, an inexplicable desire that surged through his body made him stop waking up Sirius. He walked along the ceiling above Sirius' head, following him closely.

"Ninety-seven rows--" Sirius flickered the light with his wand, muttering quietly as he checked the flashing silver numbers on the shelves.

Hurry up, hurry up!
The sudden hissing sound in his mind occupied Harry's consciousness, making him unable to think.

Finally, after crossing most of the room, Sirius found the ninety-seventh row of shelves. Then, he turned right and walked into the passage between two rows of shelves.

Desire erupted in his heart like a volcano, and Harry found that his perspective was gradually descending from a high altitude to the ground.

Something is going to happen!
"Watch out, Sirius, there's a sneak attack!"

Harry roared with bloodshot eyes, praying to all the gods he could pray to that Sirius could hear him, but it was still in vain.

Sirius just leaned over and looked at the crystal ball on the shelf. After confirming that it was safe, Sirius seemed to be much more relaxed. He even yawned and stretched!

Excitement and despair existed simultaneously in Harry's heart, making him almost lose himself, but the desire to save his godfather surpassed everything.

He roared desperately, trying to get closer to Sirius so that maybe Sirius could hear him.

Then, his wish came true.

His viewing angle also jumped over the ninety-seventh row of shelves and entered the aisle.

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Sirius, who had just been sitting cross-legged on the ground, as if ready to keep watch all night, suddenly jumped up.

For the first time since the dream, Sirius's gaze truly fell on him, but those grey eyes were filled with shock and fear!

The perspective rises, as if standing up from a crawling state.

He glanced at the crystal ball beside him and saw a face in the light reflected by the crystal ball. Harry's heart sank completely into an abyss!

A voice came out of his own mouth, a cold, high-pitched voice without any human kindness.
"You know what I want. Come on, take it down. I can't touch it, but you can."

"How could you!?"

Sirius leaned back and bumped into a row of shelves behind him, causing the crystal balls on them to shatter to the ground.
"How did you know it was here?!"

"You don't think that Lord Voldemort has no spies in the Ministry and the stupid Order of the Phoenix, Sirius -"

Voldemort's narrow nose widened, and his blood-red eyes shot out a playful light.
"Quick Black, bring it to me, and I, Lord Voldemort, can grant you a reward. A. Oh, decent. Less painful death -"

Voldemort said softly,

"But if you decide to follow the example of that stupid, poor Potter couple, you're going to suffer. Come on, Lord Voldemort is watching -"

"You are not allowed to insult James and Lily, Voldemort!"

The words "Mr. and Mrs. Potter" that Voldemort uttered immediately angered Sirius. With an unyielding fortitude on his tired face, he raised his wand and was about to attack!

"That's a pity--"

Amid Harry's frantic cursing, Voldemort whispered and handed over his wand.

That wand was different from the one Voldemort used the night he was resurrected and during the Battle of Diagon Alley, but it still looked familiar.
Harry was surprised that he was still studying Voldemort's wand at this time, but the scream of indescribable pain that followed interrupted Harry's thoughts and shattered his dream!
"Don't do that, don't do that!"

Harry, his green eyes dyed red, suddenly jumped up from the ground, not caring about Hermione who was hit on the forehead by him and fell to the ground with a cry. He pulled out his wand and pointed it left and right like crazy.

"Don't torture him, you vile creature!"

Harry, who looked like a madman, roared and forced back the group of people around him.

"Harry!"

It was not until Ginny let out a loud sob and rushed up to hug him desperately, and his nostrils smelled the scent of matcha that sometimes made his heart palpitate, that the bloodshot in Harry's eyes slowly faded away.

(End of this chapter)