A house whose door is half open is not a good sign at all. Especially if that house is the house of Harry James Potter, the famous Auror of the Ministry of Magic.
Blood Potion tells the story about two years after Ginny and Harry's marriage, regardl...
Song of this chapter: If I could fly by One direction ______________ It was dawn when their steps stopped in front of a rather large house. Harry took his hand out of his coat pocket. Every time he looked at this house, he told himself that all his efforts to rebuild the house were worth it. The most beautiful part of the story was all the hidden parts of the house.
A rather small painting of Dumbledore in one of the hallways, Harry's childhood room, his first broomstick, and a secret room full of protective charms. Apparently, his family had reached this room a little late despite all the precautions.
The most painful part was a broken mirror with a thick layer of dust on its matte surface. The dust fell straight on the ground when the mirror was lifted. Nothing was suspended in the air. It was more like sand than dust. It wasn't long before Harry realized that this mirror was a piece of Sirius's mirror. If he wanted to be honest with himself...; he missed Sirius.
he looked at the mirror for a while. This time he had found a new hope that maybe sirius was still alive, looking at him with his Mischievous gray eyes. maybe Sirius was walking around him somewhere.
His eyes focused back on reality. He was standing next to the pink flowers in the yard. He looked around. Malfoy was standing at a distance from him. You can see from his look that he is waiting for Harry to grow something strange among the flowers.
"Why are we here?" Harry asked doubtfully. It was clear from Draco's tone and the look in his eyes that he wasn't ready for this one.
"You came here yourself." he simply answered.
Potter followed Draco's gaze to a hippogriff feather falling out of his uniform pocket.
"You have recently become interested in brutes."
Harry laughed.
"You mean the hippogriff feather? Yeah, as much as you hate hippogriffs, I'm okay with them."
Draco stifled a laugh.
He remained silent for a moment and then, in a mocking tone, he recalled the bitter experiences of his third year.
"Its killed me, its killed me!"
Draco walked inside the house. The invisibility cloak was left on the front table. Draco went to check the house first. Of course, if something had happened, Harry wouldn't have come here. But the fear of the recent mysterious incident didn't allow him to breathe.
Harry was standing by the door. The sun hits his eyes. He was turning a photo frame in his hands and staring at pink flowers.
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He had taken this photo of Ginny himself, next to the same flowers.
He took a deep breath. He put the picture frame back on the table next to the invisibility cloak and went upstairs.
