[HP] Dark Fairy Tale

On the busy and crowded alleys of Diagon Alley, a six or seven-year-old child jogged all the way, giggling and looking back at his mother from time to time, sticking out his tongue playfully to make faces.

The lady with a gentle face followed behind him with a pleasant and indulgent smile. After walking for a while, she suddenly opened her eyes and shouted loudly: "Be careful——"

She reminded her a little later, the child had already bumped into the black-haired young man who appeared from the corner, and the wet and sticky ice cream in his hand was all stuck to his dark green robe.

The complexions of the people who were two steps behind him changed slightly, and the nearest blond wizard had already drawn out his wand and walked quickly to his side.

"Bo...Mr. Potter..." The witch who rushed over suddenly hugged the child into her arms, and took a step back with fear on her face, "Sorry...we didn't mean to offend..."

The child was not affected by the condensed atmosphere at all. He tilted his head and looked at the group of people in front of him curiously. After a while, his eyes lit up, and he pointed to the leading black-haired youth and said excitedly: "Harry Potter——"

"Kane!" The witch was about to cry and covered his mouth.

The black-haired young man stood there with a calm expression, he didn't look at his subordinate who carefully cleaned his robes, and he didn't look at the pale mother who seemed to faint at any time, the plain emerald green eyes looked fearless The child looked at his face for a moment, the corners of his mouth were slightly bent, and he looked away indifferently.

"It's ok."

He took the lead and left the corner where many people were watching from afar.

It wasn't until they were far away that the witch held the child as if she was being pardoned, and quickly rushed into the crowd with her head lowered.

Little Kane didn't understand why she was so scared at all. He still remembered the beautiful gentleman just now. Everyone pointed to the newspaper and told him that Harry Potter, the savior who defeated the big devil, was a very powerful man. Great people.

The child lay on his mother's shoulders and looked back. The bustling stream of people quickly separated from the two sides as they passed by, allowing him to clearly see those people who were drifting away.

The steps of the black-haired young man were not fast or slow, his waist was straight, and the corners of his dark green robe swayed steadily, as if carrying some strange rhythm. The others had already bowed their waists and saluted respectfully, but no one dared to say anything.

Kane gently rubbed his little nose that hurt from the bump, and seemed to be able to smell the light lemon fragrance on the robe.

When I bumped into Mr. Potter just now, the man wasn't angry at all because his clothes were soiled, and the hands that supported his shoulders were very light, and he didn't let go until he stood firmly.

The savior is indeed a very kind and gentle person—

Harry, who was secretly issued a good person card by an ignorant child, walked through the suddenly separated crowd, and led his subordinates to the place they had made an appointment with in advance.

In the restaurant that had been cleared long ago, several wizards were waiting anxiously, and when they pushed the door to enter, they all stood up.

Harry nodded slightly at them, and when his calm eyes fell on the surprisingly familiar face opposite, there was a slight change, and his tone rose slightly, "Sirius?"

Sirius, who was full of excitement and was about to rush over, couldn't help but pause. Looking at his calm face, his lips moved, and he said in a daze, "Harry—"

After so many years, has his innocent and enthusiastic godson become so calm?Can you resist rushing up when you see yourself?

What the hell happened all these years?

"He, they said you..." Sirius stared at the wizards with a hesitant look, then fixed on his face again, and said in a stuttering voice, "Say you...now..."

Harry chuckled lightly, and glanced around with his cool eyes, "Go out."

Sirius froze for a moment, and saw the people behind Harry bowed slightly and exited the shop, silencing the Ministry of Magic officials brought by him, and walked past him quickly, without even daring to take a look.

The door slammed shut, and the empty room was suddenly so quiet that a needle could be heard.

Sirius could only feel his temples throbbing, his heart was so stuffy that it was about to explode, all the joy of reunion turned into indescribable heart palpitations.

After a long silence, he asked hoarsely, "So, are you really—"

"What did they tell you?" Harry slowly walked up to him and stood still, tilting his head slightly to look at him for a while, seeing that his expression was fair, his cold eyes gradually softened.

Sirius tentatively pressed his shoulder, with deep expectation and confusion in his eyes, he forced a weird smile, "They actually call you the Dark Lord—how ridiculous, isn't that true? Hahaha--"

The black-haired young man looked at him quietly all the time, until the dry smile on the corner of his mouth disappeared without a trace, the face that was no longer young but still handsome, gradually became anxious and angry, and there were some unbelievable absurd.

"I don't believe it..." Sirius slowly tightened his fingers holding his shoulder, "Why...how is it possible..."

Harry raised his eyebrows indifferently, with a slight sarcasm in his tone, "It's just a title, don't make such a fuss."

"You think I'm making a fuss?!" Sirius looked at him incredulously, "Harry, have you forgotten how James and Lily died?! You forgot that we all paid for the peace and stability of the wizarding world." How much did you pay?!——How could you allow everyone to put such a title on you?!"

"So they asked you to come back to persuade me to stop?"

Harry smiled amusedly.

"It's funny," he shook his head, and said softly, "After you fell into the veil, I asked how many people like crazy, and they only said sorry to me, even though I wiped out Voldemort later , and no one will save you for me for the sake of this."

Facing those icy green eyes that suddenly became lifeless, Sirius felt cold all over, and could not help but tremble slightly.

"Now that I am called the Dark Lord, those people are willing to get you back at any cost." Harry looked away, his eyelashes drooping slightly, and his tone was a little unclear, "This title is indeed more useful than the Savior." Much more."

"Harry," Sirius closed his eyes, opened his arms and embraced the person in front of him, and asked as if pleading, "You are different from Voldemort, aren't you, what they said...you didn't I did, didn't I..."

"What do you mean? Form your own forces, reject the solicitation of the Ministry of Magic, eliminate the old Death Eaters who are wandering around, or accept the help of those pure-blood nobles who are willing to turn back?"

Harry put his arms around his godfather's waist and patted it lightly. His tone was pure and clean, just like the little boy whose eyes were only black and white many years ago, his beautiful green eyes narrowed in satisfaction.

It's been a long time since anyone dared to give him a hug.

"Of course I'm not like Voldemort," he said. "Most of my people are half-breed or Muggle-born wizards—they're much easier to get along with than those Slytherins with eyes above the top, and it's even more impossible to get along with them." Doing things like pointing wands at innocent people."

Sirius's mind was a little messed up by the two completely different sets of rhetoric, "But why are they so afraid of you? I've only disappeared for a few years, and you can make your reputation so bad—"

"Whether it's black or white is not a matter of what they say?" Harry rested his chin on his shoulder, fixed his downcast eyes on the clean and shiny wooden floor, his expression was steady without any fluctuation, his low voice However, there was a trembling sound in his tone, "The savior who sacrificed generously and righteously is a good savior. The saviors who survived after defeating the big devil, whose reputation is more grand than the influence of the Ministry of Magic, are the ones who are as fast as a stick in their throats." Obstacles—"

Sirius was so distressed that he felt that his lovely godson had been greatly wronged when he didn't see it, "Tell me Harry, what happened after I left?"

The corners of the black-haired young man's mouth turned up slightly, and he buried his face in his arms, and said softly, "Okay."

After that, it took Harry a long time to explain in detail how they searched for the Horcruxes and how they fought against Voldemort. Sirius almost died when he heard that he had been attacked by Voldemort's death curse again. The eyeballs are about to pop out of their sockets.

"Merlin," he jumped up from the chair, hastily pulled Harry's hand and looked up and down, "Is it really all right? Have you checked?"

Harry looked away, "Checked many times."

He stared at the cold tea on the table, and said in a hoarse voice: "Not long after our victory, do you know what the Ministry of Magic did? They confiscated my wand and imprisoned my actions under the banner of justice. Do everything possible to determine if I am under the influence of Voldemort's Horcruxes."

Sirius was trembling with anger, "Those bastards—"

"D·A's partners tried to rescue me, and they charged me with the crime of collaborating with the enemy," Harry was hugged into his arms again, closed his eyes and leaned against his chest, sighing as if very tired , "Neville is dead, Luna is dead, Ron and Hermione were tortured and tried to ask about the process of our search for Horcruxes. They have been treated in St. Mungo's for more than five years, and they still don't even recognize their parents. Out—they were going to get married after the war was over."

"But when Voldemort was in power, where were the righteous men who seemed to tolerate no harm?"

Sirius hugged his godson who had lost almost everything, gently stroked his soft hair with trembling fingers, "It's okay, Harry, it's okay, I'll be with you, everything will be fine—"

Harry nodded with difficulty, and also hugged him tightly, "Yeah. At least they brought you back—that's the only thing I'm grateful for."

"Why don't you explain clearly to everyone," Sirius barely suppressed the overwhelming anger, "let the public know what those bastards did, instead of really treating you as the third-generation Dark Lord who hates defense—no All wizards are fools, there will always be someone who will believe you."

Harry was quiet for a moment, and then slowly said: "It doesn't matter, what do I want their trust for?"

He raised the corners of his mouth, showing a warm smile, and slowly mentioned the past events in a straightforward tone.

"On the day Voldemort left me with this scar, how many people in the wizarding world carnivaled all night for the peace brought about by the destruction of the Potter family?"

"When I was bullied at the Dursleys' house, I also met wizards on the side of the road. They shook my hand in surprise and excitement, and looked like they were about to faint from excitement, but no one cared whether I was What kind of shabby clothes, skinny bones, and how I was ordered and drank by the only remaining relatives, and no one thought about it, just because of their reckless behavior, I might be starved for a whole day."

"I almost lost my life trying to win the Quidditch match in the first year. The students from the same house cheered for me. After my night tour was deducted, they could still isolate me without hesitation."

"Because I protected the Philosopher's Stone from Voldemort, everyone thought I was a hero again. After the second-year chamber of secrets was opened, who apart from Ron and Hermione said a word for me?"

"Not to mention that later, when I was framed to participate in the Triwizard Tournament, almost the whole of Hogwarts resisted and despised me; I told everyone that Voldemort was resurrected, and the whole wizarding world thought I was a lunatic."

"How stupid I was at that time. They obviously closed their eyes and covered their ears deliberately because they were afraid to whitewash the peace. I still tried so hard to explain and let them see the facts clearly."

"Yes, when they had to face the truth, they finally believed what I said, and once again regarded me as the savior."

"Most half of the Order of the Phoenix was lost. How many people sacrificed to wipe out Voldemort? But the people in your mouth can give me 12 points of admiration and gratitude in the last second, or those idiots in the Ministry of Magic who finally dared to take the lead can deliberately leak When I was the secret of one of Voldemort's Horcruxes, I wish I could die."

The final sound of the last word was still trembling in the air, Harry laughed lowly, "So, Sirius, what do you think the so-called people and the so-called reputation are?"

Sirius' eyes were red, his throat was choked up, and he couldn't speak a single word.

Harry slowly sat up straight, stared straight at him, and said softly: "You ask me why I didn't explain, but let them put the title of Dark Lord on my head? The Dark Lord, you can protect the people around you, you don’t have to be shouted at by those idiots, you can get the respect and freedom I deserve, so why should I refuse?”

Sirius wanted to nod subconsciously, but he forcibly held back. No matter what, he didn't want his beloved godson to be recorded in the history of magic in such a capacity—he deserved the best.

"I've had enough of those people's self-righteous faces, enough of them using high-sounding principles as an excuse to exclude dissidents for personal gain." Harry's expression was unusually calm, "It's so good now, what I said, It's the magic world."

"Sirius, tell me, am I wrong?"

Feeling that something was wrong, Sirius frowned tangledly, met those emerald green eyes that seemed to be begging for approval, struggled silently in his heart, and the balance still sank to the person he cared about the most, "No. Yes They were wrong."

He was sent to the door by the godson who finally showed a sincere smile, and the blond wizard he had just met greeted him immediately.

"Lord, St. Mungo's has made arrangements, and you can ask Mr. Black for an inspection at any time."

"I'm fine." Sirius frowned at that title, feeling uncomfortable all over, "I don't need any examination."

"You go now." Harry confessed, and looked at the reluctant godfather again, "I'm very worried, it's better to check."

"Aren't you together?" Sirius asked in surprise.

Harry smiled faintly, "I want to be with you too, but I'm not welcome there, so don't disturb them."

Watching the two leave, the black-haired young man put away the smile on his lips, raised his hand to straighten his slightly disheveled robes, "Where's the person?"

Another tall wizard guarding the door bent down and whispered a report in his ear: "Including those who are secretly watching, they are all locked in the dungeon of the manor, waiting for your order, Lord."

There was a hint of coldness in the cold dark green eyes, Harry looked at the gloomy sky, raised his feet and walked forward, as if casually ordered: "Leave the few he has seen. "

"Yes, MyLord."