Homecoming from Hogwarts

"Merlin's beard, look, they are alive, the Resurrection Stone is real, the legend is true!"

In the principal's office at Amos Tower, Phineas Black, who was hanging on the wall, pointed at Lily and roared in surprise.

Except for Dumbledore, the other former headmasters of Hogwarts in the photo frames behaved in a similar way to Phineas, with panicked expressions and helplessness, pointing at Lily Potter and yelling!

indeed--
Everyone in the office or any conscious magical creature saw it clearly.

Lily hugged Harry, and they could even see the wrinkles on Harry's wizard robe as Lily's arms squeezed his body.

"Principal Brian is the greatest headmaster in the history of Hogwarts, the greatest wizard of our time, and the brightest star in the world of wizarding world!"

Phineas stared at Amosta with a flattering and pleading look,
"Please, give me one too!"

Alive, really alive?!
As if he was under a petrification spell, Harry in Lily's arms still had a confused look on his face.

Harry, who is almost as tall as Lily, pressed against his mother's cheek. The touch was real and warm.

Harry sniffed, but unfortunately, he couldn't smell his mother's scent.

But it doesn't matter, he hopes he can be hugged like this forever
Unfortunately, this is not possible.

Lily let go of Harry, and with infinite love in her heart, she looked at Harry eagerly, with tears hanging from his eyes. Lily pursed her lips, brushed her long hair behind her head, and gently kissed Harry's forehead with a warm smile.

"Hello, Harry."

Woo!
Tears instantly blurred Harry's eyes. He could not say anything and did not want to say anything. He just hugged his mother tightly!
"Looks like I have to wait in line, Lily?"

James scratched his messy head in a childish manner.

"You can catch up with your old friends first, James—"

Again and again, Lily stroked Harry's hair gently.

"So, Sirius and Remus--"

The tall and thin James had a playful smile on his face like the Weasley twins had succeeded in their prank. He opened his arms.

"Which one of you comes first?"

Neither of the two people named walked over, but, like a rusty robot, they slowly turned their necks and shifted their focus from the mother and son to James.

Remus blinked hard, trying to see James more clearly, but something was blurring his vision and he couldn't do it.

Starting from his lips, Sirius's whole body began to tremble violently.

He wanted to rush over and hug James tightly, but he seemed to have no strength in his body to do it. He slowly squatted down, tears pouring out like a spring -
"I'm a fool."

Sirius covered his face.
"I'm a fool, James, a smug, pretentious fool. Stupid, arrogant. Me. Woo!"

"Don't say that, brother—"

James' nose wrinkled, and he raised his eyebrows to look at Severus who was curled up on the sofa, covering his face like a girl who was extremely afraid of insects and was avoiding cockroaches.
"Snot."

Seeing Amosta's twitching eyebrows, James quickly changed his words.

"Some unpopular fellow is still here, and your self-assessment will make him feel proud."

As he spoke, James took the initiative to walk over, squatted down and patted Sirius on the shoulder.

But this only made Sirius shiver even more.

"--Of course, please forgive me for not being able to give you too high a compliment for being willing to go to Azkaban without explaining yourself. Well, could it be that you have a fetish for Dementors? I didn't realize this when you were in Hogwarts!"

Sirius's shoulders shook violently and he let out a strange howl.

"Oh, your nose is running. That's gross, Padfoot—"

The teasing on James' face faded, and his smile became much more serious.

"I made a terrible mistake, Jaime."

Sirius showed his eyes and looked at James with tears in his eyes.

"You really really did" "You didn't make any mistakes, Padfoot--"

James pressed Sirius's shoulders hard.

"You came up with a cool idea and it just went wrong in execution."

"Let me interject, Sirius—"

Lily held down Harry's messy hair, stood on tiptoe, looked over Harry's head at Sirius, and smiled.
"I agree with James, your idea is great, don't take the blame for Peter's mistakes."

"But."

Sirius wanted to atone for his sins, but James interrupted him.

"If I have any dissatisfaction with you--"

James looked at Sirius's weather-beaten face, and something in his eyes gave Sirius some courage.

"That's because you haven't taken good care of yourself all these years, brother."

"You really"

Tears kept flowing, and Sirius finally dared to raise his head, but he still looked at James as if he was longing for salvation.

"How old are you?"

James frowned oddly and interrupted him.

"How did you get deaf?"

Sirius just grinned, but Harry in Lily's arms snorted suddenly with a strange sound, and snot came out.

"Anyway, you were very brave, Sirius. Lily and I never blamed you for a second, and I'm proud to have you as a brother--"

James half dragged and half pulled Sirius up.
"Don't let me waste time emphasizing this, okay? I still want to spend some time with my son, Lily. Swap?"

Lily turned a deaf ear to him and just held Harry's face in her hands, her beautiful forehead against his.
"You have no idea how proud I am of you, Harry—"

Harry nodded with pursed lips, his heart filled with love, still unable to say anything.

James spread his hands helplessly, then he hooked one hand around Sirius' neck and dragged him in front of Remus.

When the three people's eyes met, time seemed to be powerless at this moment.

Remus, who runs a huge alchemy workshop with industries in many countries and holds a pivotal position in the European wizarding world, feels a little uneasy under James' gaze.

He looked at Remus with a strange look for a few times, and suddenly turned his head to look at Amosta, who was sitting in a low position.

"Is there any way I can get something to drink?"

"That's not difficult—"

Amosta loosened his crossed index fingers and raised his hand with a gentle expression.

The compartment of the wine cabinet opened automatically, and several highball glasses and a bottle of Ogden's Aged Fire Whiskey floated out.

The pure wine stirred in the glass, emitting a mellow aroma, and the two glasses floated in front of Sirius and Remus respectively.

Transparent ripples appeared in the air in front of James and Lily, who was walking towards him holding Harry's hand. The air quickly thickened and formed two glasses of silver wine in the curls.

"I'll just have to make do with it—"

Amosta said,
“The taste should be fine.”

"So--"

James happily plucked the glass from the air, sniffed it, and smiled with satisfaction.

The young couple looked at each other, and Sirius, who had an idea, handed three glasses to Remus at the same time and said,
"Happy wedding, Moon Face!" (End of this chapter)