Homecoming from Hogwarts

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Sirius spoke the command in a slightly strange tone, which made Harry, who was following behind him, feel dazed.

When Professor Dumbledore was the owner of this office, he always used the name of his favorite candy as the password to open the door.

Now this office belonging to the principal has a new owner, and the first change is that the command to open the door has changed.

Harry did not spend much time thinking about what this strange-sounding word meant. When he saw Sirius and Remus walking up the spiral staircase behind the door, he quickly gathered his thoughts and followed them.

The three of them trotted up the stairs that seemed extremely long to them and rushed into the office.

Only without Fawkes and some scattered alchemical instruments, the headmaster's office, which Harry had visited many times, felt suddenly a lot more empty.

He didn't pay attention to what changes had taken place, but stared at the two people sitting on the sofa in the reception room.

Blaine taught Headmaster and Professor Snape.

Maybe it was the added effect of the title of principal. In short, the gentle smile on the sofa, the same as before, Principal Brian, made Harry feel a special kind of awe.

"I don't think you have the right to be here--"

After a brief silence, Sirius strode to the guest sofa and stared at Severus coldly across the wooden table.

Following his godfather's gaze, Harry's eyes fell on Professor Snape sitting on the sofa.

After taking a deep look, Harry's eyebrows moved slightly.

Rather than sitting, it was Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, where his most hated professor was curled up on the sofa.

What surprised Harry was that Snape, who had always been at odds with Sirius, did not refute anything.

His sallow and somewhat haggard face drooped, and the empty light in his dark black eyes cast a shadow over his slightly trembling hands.

"Sirius."

Remus pursed his lips and called out in a low voice.

In the last days before Voldemort was killed, the relationship between Sirius and Severus actually eased.

However, after that night at the Hog's Head, the two men, who were on the same side because they were fighting a powerful enemy together, mainly Sirius, hated Severus again, even more than before.

The reason is self-evident.

If Severus had not revealed Professor Trelawney's prophecy to Voldemort, James and Lily would not have been killed.

"I don't think I said anything wrong, Remus--"

Sirius's mouth showed a trace of cold sarcasm, and his gray eyes reflected Severus's dejected figure.
"I think this coward should agree with me!"

"Sirius,"

Amosta had to intervene in the conflict. He said in a calm tone,
"I made the decision to let you and the Potters meet one last time because I hope you can let go of certain things and face life with a positive attitude, instead of letting the hatred caused by misunderstandings in the past sink into your hearts."

Amosta glanced at Harry, who was inevitably affected by his godfather's emotions, and his calm voice was solemn.

"Anyone who doesn't understand that should leave my office."

Sirius clenched his fists, and even Severus, who had kept his head down, looked at Amosita and moved his dry lips.

“Does anyone question my opinion?”

Amosta asked again.

There was a moment of silence, and Sirius finally restrained his hateful gaze and shook his head dully.

Harry swallowed nervously and shook his head.

Anyway, Snape was now teaching the lower grade Defense Against the Dark Arts class, so he didn't have to deal with him anymore.

Remus goes without saying.

He has a career worth devoting his life to, a family, and even his child will be born into this world in a few months.

Whether it was hatred or regret, I had already let it go.

"very good--"

Amosta nodded, turned his wrist, and the Resurrection Stone appeared in his palm.
"This stone is the so-called Resurrection Stone. Of course, I think you all know that there is no power that can reverse death.

Its function is to temporarily recall the soul imprint of the deceased from the world of death to the present world."

Feeling the obvious rapid breathing of the people in front of him, Amosta paused for a moment and then continued,

"The Resurrection Stone itself comes from the world of death. The death magic it contains will induce the living. Although I don't want to disturb your reunion, I will stay here to avoid any accidents."

"What should we do?" Sirius stared at the Resurrection Stone, which was breathing heavily. His body trembled slightly like Severus's, and his clenched fists had nails digging into his flesh.

"Put it in your palm and rotate it three times--"

Amosta held the Resurrection Stone up in the air.

The heart in his chest was pounding, and the strong emotions made Sirius' scalp numb and he felt suffocated!
He looked at the irregular black stone lying quietly in Amosita's palm, emitting a mysterious aura, and the past flashed unconsciously in his bloodshot eyes.

Those years he spent in Azkaban, every day he spent in remorse, hatred and regret.

Would James and Lily blame themselves?

Blame yourself for trusting the wrong person and giving that fatally wrong advice?

Or, blame him for not being brave enough and shirking his responsibilities, causing Harry to spend a miserable childhood at his aunt and uncle's house?

"You come on, Remus—"

The moment his fingers touched the cold Resurrection Stone, Sirius shrank back as if he had been electrocuted.

He looked embarrassed, as if he had been severely tortured by the Cruciatus Curse.
"I don't have the qualifications--"

Sirius said in a hoarse voice.

Remus gave him an awkward smile in return.

Compared with Sirius, Harry and Severus, he was more emotionally stable. But for some reasons that he could never explain, he still retreated.

"No one is more qualified than Harry—"

Remus turned around and pushed Harry to the front.

"I'm holding this thing up like an idiot--"

Professor Brain's half-complaining, half-joking tone eased Harry's tension a little. He grinned and his eyes fell on the Resurrection Stone, although he had been looking at it.

Since he entered the magical world, he had had two close encounters with his parents.

One time was in the first year, when I borrowed the Mirror of Erised, which was used by the late Professor Dumbledore to hide wizards.

One was the day when Voldemort was resurrected, and a shadow emerged from Voldemort's wand.

But both times it was a false experience.

The Mirror of Erised only reflected his desires, and the parents in Voldemort's wand, objectively speaking, were not even the memories of his parents.

And as Professor Brian said, this mysterious stone can indeed bring back at least part of his real parents to the world.

In short, after some clumsy inquiries: for example, whether the stone should be placed in the left hand or the right hand, whether it should be rotated clockwise or counterclockwise, etc., some changes quietly occurred in the office.

Professor Dumbledore returned to his blank frame at some point, and judging from the worry between his brows, he obviously did not fully agree with Professor Brain's decision.

Some thin grey mist seeped into the air, making everything around hazy and blocking out the whispering discussions of the former headmasters of Hogwarts on the wall.

The huge office filled with Professor Brian and the few people who were summoned was lively and colorful.

In the floating gray fog, two outlines are taking shape.

Harry, Sirius and Remus all three of them widened their eyes and unconsciously moved closer to the two silhouettes.

Only Severus was different.

He curled up even more on the couch, even covering his face with his hands.

One male and one female.

Two people appeared in Amosta's office and in front of Harry.

But the few living people seemed to be under a petrification spell, unable to move, and just stared at the smiling young couple eagerly.

pat-
With a crisp snap of Amostas' fingers, a transparent ripple spread across everyone, and some changes seemed to have occurred, but the few living people did not understand what was happening.

"Thanks--"

Lily Potter smiled brightly, looking at Amosita and Amosita waved her hand and smiled back.

Harry opened his mouth, trying to say something but failed, and the next moment -
His body staggered. This had never happened to him in his life, and there was a high probability that he would never have such an opportunity again in the future.

He was held in his mother's arms.

(End of this chapter)