Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 450 Long Time No See, Harry

Harry carefully held the Resurrection Stone in his palm.

The stone floated gently in Harry's palm—

One circle, two circles, three circles.

Harry stared nervously at the Philosopher's Stone in his hand.

Hermione, Ron, and the clueless Neville were all staring nervously at the stone floating in Harry's hand.

In the Hogwarts Headmaster's office, Tyrell's spiritual dimension only felt a connection, a pull.

But the pulling force was very weak, so weak that Tiera felt as if a baby was gently tugging at her hair.

“Hmm…so that means…” Tiera thought to herself as she relaxed, “So the Resurrection Stone can indeed establish a connection between the dead and the living.”

Tiera did not resist, but let the slight pull carry her forward.

When they arrived at the Room of Requirement, Tyella saw Harry standing blankly between Ron, Hermione, and Neville. In front of Harry stood two illusory figures.

They were a young couple. The woman had long, wine-red hair and a sweet smile, while the man was tall, handsome, and dashing.

It was James and Lily Potter.

They are neither ghosts nor living, breathing people. They are more like Tom Riddle from the diary, like memories that have almost become physical, but not as real as living bodies, yet far more real than ghosts.

James was a head taller than Harry, wearing the clothes he was in when he died, his hair was messy, and his glasses were crooked, just like Mr. Weasley.

Lily smiled happily, swept her long hair behind her head, and walked closer to Harry. Her green eyes, exactly like Harry's, stared at Harry's face with great longing, as if she could never get enough of looking at him.

Both of them looked at Harry with smiles on their faces. They were both frozen in the prime of their youth. Standing in front of Harry, they didn't look like Harry's parents. Compared to Harry, who was fifteen years old and already developed, they didn't seem like parents. They looked more like Harry's older sister and brother.

"Mom, Dad!" Harry was completely unprepared for James and Lily's appearance.

Even though he had already seen his parents in the Mirror of Erised, Harry couldn't help but shed tears at this moment.

"Harry, who did you see?" Hermione asked anxiously from the side. "Where's Tyella?"

But Harry seemed not to hear, his gaze somewhat unfocused yet happy as he stared at the empty space ahead.

“You’re amazing, Harry, you’re amazing!” Lily said with a smile. “You’re so brave, Harry, you’re so brave, we’re so proud of you.”

"He's truly my son!" James Potter exclaimed approvingly, reaching out to pat Harry on the shoulder, but—

But James's hand went straight through Harry.

James looked somewhat embarrassed as he withdrew his hand and touched his somewhat dirty face.

“We love you very much, son,” Lily said. “The last time we saw you, you were just a little baby, only this big.”

Lily Potter laughed while tears streamed down her face.

“Oh… my God!” Lily sobbed, leaning sadly on James’s shoulder. “James… look… that’s our child… the last time we saw him… he was so small, like a little bowel movement…” “Now you’ve grown so big… so tall…” Lily Potter cried sadly. “I want to hug you, I want to hug you… even just once… I’d do anything for you…”

"I want to! I want to hug you!" Harry said anxiously, tears streaming down his face. "I miss you, Mom, Dad, I miss you..."

At this moment, Hermione, Ron, and Neville realized that something was wrong.

Hermione drew her wand, Ron picked up a cushion from the floor, and Neville grabbed a metal teapot from the table, seemingly ready to smash it at Harry at any moment.

“Dad, Mom…I miss you so much…” Harry’s gaze became increasingly vacant and unfocused, as if shrouded in a mist.

“Harry, my child, we miss you so much…” In Harry’s vision, Lily said, crying, “I’m so sorry Harry, I’m so sorry, we’ve missed fifteen years of your growth… We haven’t even celebrated your birthday once.”

"I miss you too, Mom and Dad!" Harry's voice was hoarse, and his eyes were red and swollen from crying.

"No, you don't want to!" Just as James and Lily were about to say something more, a discordant voice suddenly broke into the Potter family's conversation.

James and Lily's expressions froze instantly.

Harry wiped away his tears, and after putting his glasses back on, through the blurry mist, he saw a familiar figure truly approaching.

Harry took off his glasses again, wiped the condensation off them, and then put them back on.

This time Harry saw it clearly, he saw that familiar figure—

"Tiera!" Harry called out hoarsely, "Tiera!"

Yes, that's Tierra.

The illusory Tierra slowly approached Harry, gradually becoming more tangible as it drew closer.

Finally, Tyrell stopped in front of Harry, standing slightly ahead of Harry's parents.

Tiera still looked like a young boy, but he was very different from when he died.

When Tierra was killed by Voldemort, she was wearing a wool short-sleeved shirt and shorts stained with blood and dust. Her bare thighs and arms should have been covered in blood, her hair was disheveled, and her face was covered with scratches from branches and pebbles.

Harry will never forget, never forget the way Tierra died, never forget the scene that night.

But Tyrell, standing before Harry, was impeccably dressed, with a faint smile on her delicate, fair face, and a golden glint in her right eye, like molten gold.

Tierra was wearing a robe that Harry had never seen before. Underneath the cannon salute was a dark, tight-fitting monk's robe that outlined Tierra's slender figure and covered her completely.

Tiera held a large, thick book in her intact left hand, while her other, flaming, bone hand gripped a staff with a human head that was more than half the height of a person.

“Long time no see, Harry,” Tierra said with a smile, spreading her arms wide, her bright red robes draped behind her like a pair of burning wings.

Tyrell's arm passed through Harry and she put her arm around his shoulder and gave him a hug.

“I knew you could find me.” Tierra’s smile grew even wider. “I knew you could bring me back to the mortal realm.”

(End of this chapter)