Harry Potter and the Old Ones

(First update, comrades, Happy New Year to everyone)

When the strange moonlight shone on the world, Harry was still in a deep sleep.

Harry has been very tired recently, and this fatigue does not come from the outside, but from Mrs. Weasley. Mrs. Weasley has always been nervous these days, as if she is nervous because of the war that is coming soon.

Especially earlier today, after the Magic Federation issued a curfew notice, Mrs. Weasley, who was already nervous, became even more hysterical.

"It's better there really is a war." Ron complained as he helped erect a brick wall outside the Burrow under Mrs. Weasley's order. "Otherwise, Dad and I will have to go to war after this is over." Send her to St. Mungo's to check on her mental issues!"

Harry, who was also helping, nodded. As a guest, he was embarrassed to comment on Mrs. Weasley's behavior to Ron in such a simple and crude way, but he agreed with Ron's words.

Because of the fatigue during the day, Harry couldn't even wait to queue up to use the bathroom. As he lay on the bed to rest, he gradually fell into a deep sleep. But soon, Harry was awakened by strong uneasiness and fear——

Harry lay upright on the bed, breathing heavily, as if he had not just woken up from sleep but had been running.

He woke up from a very realistic and absurd dream, covered his face with his hands, and gently rubbed his sweaty forehead.

Under his fingers, the lightning-shaped scar burned, as if someone had just pressed a white-hot wire against his skin.

He sat up, covering his scar with one hand, while his other hand fumbled in the dark for his glasses on the bedside table.

He put on his glasses, and the scenery in the bedroom slowly became clearer. The light from the street lights outside the window penetrated the curtains, casting a hazy orange-red soft light into the bedroom.

"Dong Dong. Dong."

Harry's heart beat slowly and heavily.

The feeling of heart palpitations and fear followed the nightmare and came to reality, causing Harry's brain to become confused.

But Harry quickly calmed down and began to think about the nightmare just now——

Harry was no stranger to this feeling, he could even say he was quite familiar with it.

He has been tortured like this for the past year, but since Tiera's resurrection, Voldemort has never invaded Harry's mental world.

But why today?

Harry stood up from the bed, lowered his head, and rubbed his forehead to soothe his twitching nerves and his heart that was beating like a heavy hammer.

Hmm. Moon, moon?

Harry slowly stood up from the bed——

What happened to the moon?

Harry went to the window and tried to open the thick curtains in his room.

From the still vague and confusing memory, Harry only got one piece of information——

moon.

I don't know why, Voldemort seems to be very afraid of the moon, just like prey meets predator, or Harry once met Voldemort in the hall of the Ministry of Magic.

But now, this fear appeared in Voldemort's memory, and this fear was so strong that even Harry seemed to feel it.

Moon, what happened to the moon?

Harry's hand was already on the curtain, about to pull it open.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you."

Just as Harry was about to open the curtains, a cold but extremely familiar voice came from behind him.

Harry turned his head in surprise and saw an Asian boy about the same size as him lying on Harry's bed in an extremely comfortable position, leaning against Harry's pillow and quilt, looking at Harry with a smile. Like his usual lying position.

"Tiera!" Harry cried out in surprise and joy.

"Hehe." Tiera smiled, then sat up like a carp, sat cross-legged on Harry's bed, and patted the bed, "You are very smart, Harry, and very good, but the only problem is that you are too curious. Heavy."

"Of course, I'm still a little stubborn and don't listen to advice." Tiera crossed her hands behind her head, leaned against the back of the bed, and looked at Harry quietly.

"Um, Tiera?" After the surprise, there was doubt and uncertainty.

"It's me." Tiera nodded and said, "It's always been me."

"But, but..." Harry still looked a little unconvinced.

"You don't think I came out of Voldemort's belly just for fun, do you?" Tiera asked with a smile.

Yes, I do it just for fun.

Although the main reason is that there is no one better suited to digest the power of death than Voldemort, a man who has died and been resurrected again and again, another reason is because it is fun to scare the thief Voldemort.

After all, it is difficult to find village-level terrorists who are not smart enough and have big ambitions. There is no such store after passing this village.

If you don’t scare me now, you won’t have a chance if you want to scare me later.

"I know you trust Sirius very much. This is normal, Harry. After all, he is your only relative. But" Tiera paused and continued, "But like I said, his vision and gaze It’s too limiting.”

"I don't deny his profound knowledge. This is true. Although Black escaped from the ancient and prejudiced Black family early, he also received orthodox black magic education. That's why he was as old as us in the third and fourth grades. When he was young, he made magical props like the Marauder's Map, but his vision was also limited to this."

"You don't think my resurrection from the dead is fake, do you?" Tiera asked with a smile, "Resurrection from the dead has never been recorded before, but Voldemort and I have done it."

"It's still Hogwarts where you carried my body back with your own hands, have you forgotten?" Tiera asked with a smile, "You know best whether I am dead or not, and whether I am alive or not, aren't you? "

"The magic world is far more beautiful than you imagine, Harry. Compared with the vast magic universe, what we learn in our textbooks is like the frog that has been sitting in a dry well looking up and seeing the four and four things outside the well. The square sky." Tiera said, "Because of some special experiences, I saw the sky beyond the square, I saw the vast universe, and of course, I also found the wizard's antidote—— How can wizards and Muggles live in harmony."

"So I want to promote this development, I want to promote the progress of wizard society." Tiera said, "I want to initiate a change."

"Change, change?" Harry asked confused and confused.

"See you again when school starts, Harry." Tiera's figure slowly faded, as if she was about to disappear in mid-air, "Keep an open mind and accept new things."