Harry had a dream—a beautiful dream.
He was wrapped in swaddling beside warm fireplace—not only warmer than Dursleys' house but even warmer than Common Room fireplace.
Before him was woman with deep red hair, woman's eyes also emerald green, spoke softly to soothe him, and hummed lullaby to sleep.
He also saw a man—man's hairstyle similar to his. If Aunt Petunia saw such hair, would definitely say "Messy as bird's nest!"
Sound came from hall—man's voice. "Lily, take Harry and run! It's him! I'll hold him off..."
Harsh incantation. "Avada Kedavra!"
Surrounding warmth vanished—except blinding green light plus heavy object hitting ground.
Beauty disappeared and completely disappeared in upstairs jolting.
Harry was placed in cradle. He saw woman's complex eyes—despair, fear, determination.
Initially revealed fear and despair. As woman spread arms and wanted to completely protect him, despair and fear already disappeared—only thick determination remained.
Woman could only do this now. "Don't kill Harry... Please... Kill me! Have mercy... I'll do anything..."
That harsh voice only wanted to say this. "Avada Kedavra!"
"Dad! Mum!" Harry woke in green light and eyes snapped open.
He rubbed eyes full of tears and dust and finally saw two figures clearly. "Headmaster Dumbledore... Wizette?"
"Voldemort's back! I saw two Voldemorts!" He like cat with tail stepped on, instantly jumped up shouting repeatedly.
"And Lockhart!" He noticed Lockhart lying on ground, hands and feet gesturing. "He was that young Voldemort's accomplice!"
"He brought me here... Very large cauldron, put many snakes inside... Then Voldemort resurrected—two Voldemorts!"
Dumbledore patted Harry and after soothing emotions said gently. "Good boy, all resolved!"
Wizette pulled wand from Lockhart's hand and handed it to Harry. "This is your wand."
"Thank... Thank you!" Harry gripped wand tightly and felt familiar touch—his heart finally settled somewhat.
Phoenix Fawkes appeared and led them back to Hogwarts Castle.
Even such magical travel experience—Harry felt no excitement. Brow slightly furrowed, lips pressed tight, quite like Professor McGonagall's manner.
"Mobilicorpus!" Dumbledore waved wand and made Lockhart float behind him.
He looked at silent Harry. "Harry, feeling unwell anywhere? Should I take you to Hospital Wing?"
Harry raised head and looked at Dumbledore's kind face. Don't know why, suddenly thought of recent dream again—that dream that destroyed his home.
He shook head lightly, tone dejected. "Am I a useless person?"
Dumbledore smiled slightly and threw question to Wizette. "Wizette, what do you think? My thoughts align with yours."
"Ahem..." Wizette coughed twice and asked back. "Why do you think that?"
"You saved me again... I actually know..." Harry sighed long. "Last year you also saved me..."
"I watched Voldemort resurrect then fainted... Just like that time—I couldn't do anything, could only watch..."
"Did you really do nothing?" Wizette asked again. "Think carefully—compared to last time, what progress did you make this time?"
"Progress?" Harry's tone full of doubt. "Did I really progress?"
Wizette said softly. "Of course—visible progress."
"I don't think I did much..." Harry said uncertainly. "That young one called Tom Riddle Voldemort..."
"He wanted to grab me and use me to block something... Then I resisted but didn't succeed... Does this count as progress?"
Wizette continued asking. "Then last time, what did you do?"
"I think I fainted and did nothing." Harry tried recalling, tone revealed some embarrassment. "Seems indeed progressed..."
He scratched head and sighed deeply. "If only I could become someone like you... Quidditch very good, classes also very good..."
"Plus you know dueling... Transfiguration you also taught me much... Seems you know everything, simply omnipotent..."
"Why want to become me?" Wizette asked back again. "You are you, I am me—right?"
"Huh?" Harry gave somewhat lost long sound.
Wizette smiled slightly. "You're Gryffindor, I'm Ravenclaw—planning to transfer houses?"
"I..." Harry momentarily speechless, didn't know what to say.
"Here's the difference..." Wizette spread hands. "Actually just become yourself—your resistance against Voldemort showed courage, that's important!"
"For me, learn more each day, progress a little each day, tomorrow better than today a bit more—that's enough. You can try doing this too."
Harry frowned slightly and showed contemplative expression. "Progress a little each day?"
Wizette nodded. "Right! When someday you feel tired, you can look back at how much you progressed—will feel accomplished and feel you're amazing."
"We're all students—this is precious time. Only now can we learn carefree, only think about constantly surpassing ourselves, don't need consider other things."
"Exactly." Dumbledore nodded agreement. "After that, things you need consider will increase—wanting to progress becomes difficult."
Wizette continued. "If there's chance, you can try asking your uncle."
Harry somewhat confused. "Ask him what?"
Wizette said. "Ask him a sonnet—see if he can recite one."
"He absolutely can't recite a poem!" Harry pressed lips trying not to laugh, picture floated in mind—
If asked this question, Uncle Vernon would definitely turn red, blustered and shouted. "Why should I recite to you?"
"But he's good with drills..." He inhaled long breath then exhaled freely.
"I understand your meaning!" Genuine smile hung on his face. "Wizette, really don't know how to thank you..."
Dumbledore's face showed satisfied smile—what Wizette just said was actually what he wanted to say too.
Having Wizette speak these words—effect achieved definitely better than saying himself.
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