Harry Potter and the Old Ones

After hearing that Ron had received the prefect medal, Mrs. Weasley was so happy that she almost fainted. If Ron hadn't struggled so hard, Weasley would have hugged Ron and kissed her until dinner.

But even so, today's dinner was extremely sumptuous, and Mrs. Weasley also used her wand to conjure a beautiful banner above the restaurant——

"A huge congratulations to Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger on their election as Gryffindor Prefects!"

It seemed that for an instant, the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix was filled with laughter and laughter, and Harry just looked at-

At first, he was very happy and went up to pat Ron on the shoulder and congratulate him. But gradually, as more and more people congratulated Ron, Harry was gradually pushed to the outside and into the kitchen. door.

Harry gradually felt as if he had become a spectator, isolated from the crowd.

Harry felt extremely lonely. He subconsciously turned his head and wanted to chat with Tiera for a while, but——

But Tiera is gone.

Harry thought sadly, standing alone outside the crowd, with no intention of blending in again. Harry stood in the kitchen for a while, feeling a little bored, so he simply went upstairs and returned to his room without disturbing anyone. people.

On the way up the stairs, I met Hermione. Hermione seemed to be rushing downstairs, with the prefect medal already on her chest.

"Wait, Harry-" After seeing Harry, Hermione hurriedly stopped him.

"I haven't given you my blessing yet, that's great, Hermione." Harry said with a smile that was so enthusiastic that it didn't sound like his voice at all, and his eyes still didn't meet Hermione's. Instead, he intentionally looked at the slightly decayed wooden wall behind Hermione and said, "That's great, prefect, it's amazing!"

"Thank you, thank you, Harry." Hermione said, "Um...Harry...can I borrow Hedwig? I want to tell my parents. They will definitely be very happy...I mean They understand what it means to be a prefect.”

"Okay, no problem." Harry said, still in that overly enthusiastic tone that didn't sound like him, "Take it."

After saying that, Harry walked into his room, picked up the pile of clean clothes that Mrs. Weasley had just placed on it, and walked towards his suitcase at the other end of the room. He opened the suitcase and turned his back to the door, one after another. Harry put the clothes into the bottom of the box as if it was the most important and serious thing in the world, with an expression of indifference on Harry's face, his back to Hermione.

Hermione then walked to the wardrobe and called Hedwig down.

After a while, Harry heard the door closing, but he still bent down to straighten his clothes and listened. There was no other sound around, only the blank oil painting on the wall was chuckling again, and the waste paper in the corner. The basket was coughing, trying to spit out the owl's droppings.

He straightened up and looked behind him. Hermione was gone and Hedwig was gone.

Harry walked slowly back to the bed and flopped down on it, staring blankly at the foot of the wardrobe.

Because of Tiera's death and the hearing at the Ministry of Magic, Harry had completely forgotten about selecting prefects in fifth grade.

He spent the entire summer vacation missing Tiera, and at the end of the summer vacation, he was worried about being expelled. He had no intention of thinking about the badge flapping its wings and flying towards someone. But what if he hasn't forgotten? If he had ever thought about it? What outcome would he hope for?

That's not it--

Harry felt an honest voice whisper in his head.

Harry's face scrunched up and he resisted the urge to bury his head in his hands.

He couldn't lie to himself.

If he had known that a prefect would be chosen, he would have wished that he had been chosen, not Ron.

Is he starting to become as arrogant as Draco Malfoy? Does he think he is greater than others? Does he really believe he's better than Ron?

"No--"

The little voice in Harry's head said firmly.

Really? Harry thought doubtfully, as if a fire suddenly lit up in his heart, eager to get to the bottom of his feelings.

"I'm better at Quidditch than he is, and I'm the youngest Seeker at Hogwarts." The voice said in Harry's mind.

That's absolutely true, Harry thought.

"My studies are also better than his," the voice said. "Except for Potions, my other grades are higher than his."

Yes, Harry thought, even if my Potions grades are the same as his.

but……

What about the adventures he, Tiera, Ron and Hermione have experienced together since entering Hogwarts?

And he often takes risks more terrifying than being fired!

"Yes, Ron is with Hermione most of the time." said the voice in Harry's head, "leaving me and Tiera to face danger alone!"

Yes!

Harry thought about it, they didn't fight Quirrell with me, they didn't get rid of the spirit hunters the night Sirius escaped, and they weren't with me the night Tiera was killed... and they weren't with me... …

"Yeah, they didn't." The voice in Harry's mind said, "But do you think that if Ron or Hermione were with you at the time... they would also rush out to block you like Tiera did? A death curse?"

No! Won't!

Harry roared inwardly.

Thinking of this, the strong feeling that he had been treated unfairly the night he first arrived rolled through his heart again.

I've definitely done more, Harry thought angrily.

I've done more than both of them!

"But." The little voice said in a fair voice, "Maybe Dumbledore didn't choose the prefects because of how many dangerous situations they had experienced. Maybe he chose the prefects based on other factors. Ron must have some Something you don't have.

At this moment, Harry didn't know why, but he suddenly remembered what Fred said to Ron: "Who with a clear mind would choose Ron as a prefect?"

"Perhaps Dumbledore is too old to be confused," said the voice.

Yes... maybe Dumbledore is too old to be confused.

——Harry thought so.

"This honor should be mine." The voice in Harry's mind said excitedly.

right! This honor should be mine! Harry thought in agreement.

"They didn't do anything!" said the voice.

Yes, they did nothing. Harry grew angrier as he thought about it.

There seemed to be an unknown fire burning in my heart.

"This honor should go to me -" Harry said angrily in the empty room.

But only halfway through, Harry suddenly froze, and a dust-covered memory jumped out of the exchange in his mind without any warning——

It was the first grade, and both Harry and Tiera had just entered school.

Because of Tiera's preview notes, Harry became famous in Snape's Potions class. It was the first and only time that Snape taught Gryffindor students in Potions class. Add points.

At that time, Harry was praised by the stars and regarded as the savior of Gryffindor.

However, only he knew that all of this was Tiera's fault.

After struggling for a few days, Harry apologized to Tiera in an uneasy mood, but——

But Tiera just smiled calmly.

"Study hard, Harry." The young Tiera gently rubbed her eyebrows.

"Compared with real knowledge, everything we have now is just a passing cloud." The scene in the first grade is almost vivid in my mind.

"Tiera..." Tears flowed from the corners of Harry's eyes and he cried silently.

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