Harry's Daydreams

For today's younger generation, Voldemort is more like a horror story.

For the members of the Order of the Order of the Phoenix present, he was a real and undeniable nightmare.

Can you imagine this: after a long day at work, you're walking home with a cheerful stride, wondering what your gentle wife will prepare for dinner, and whether your lively daughter will pester you for a story. But then you discover the Dark Mark hovering above your house, and you know what you'll find when you go inside. Your house will be nothing but corpses and utter chaos.

These experiences are unlikely to happen to an ordinary Ministry of Magic employee—because Voldemort and his henchmen don't kill wizards indiscriminately.

But for members of the Order of the Phoenix, it's as ordinary as breathing and drinking water.

In that nightmarish First Wizarding War, their lovers, children, and friends all faced death.

Therefore, even when Dumbledore, their leader, spoke of a young Voldemort, a part of Voldemort was already one of them, they could not accept it!

"The best solution? All of us here are willing to sacrifice ourselves to kill him!"

"I don't need the so-called best way!"

"Me too!"

"I think I should leave the Order of the Phoenix —I can't accept working with such a scoundrel, a vile scoundrel, a devil, a filthy dreg!"

Apart from Snape, everyone else present expressed their opinions.

"I'm talking about Riddle, before he became Voldemort," Dumbledore sighed.

"It makes no difference to us!" Moody said firmly.

"If he is truly innocent, I am willing to kill him after defeating Voldemort, and then I will commit suicide!" Hestia seemed the most agreeable, said coldly.

Her sister died at the hands of Death Eaters.

"What do you think, Snape?" Sturgis Podmore, with his square jaw, began to challenge the silent Snape.

"Me? You're asking me?" Snape sneered. "Accepting Tom Riddle's existence is nothing to me."

"Don't flatter yourselves. That so-called best way is only for Harry."

"The only way to truly kill Voldemort was for Voldemort to kill Harry with his own hands."

"But with that wretched Riddle around, there's no need for Harry to sacrifice himself." Snape stroked his wand, looking like he was ready to kill anyone who suggested sacrificing Harry.

He was originally one of those who were staunchly opposed to Riddle's existence.

Because Voldemort was the murderer who killed Lily.

He wouldn't hesitate to kill anyone who had any connection with Voldemort.

Not to mention Tom Riddle.

In this respect, he was even willing to stand on the same side as that annoying Sirius.

However, after learning that Harry was Voldemort's Horcrux and that Riddle could kill Voldemort without sacrificing Harry, he compromised.

Snape's words silenced everyone else. They could accept the sacrifice of their own lives, but if it were Harry—

"Alright, then tell me why you think that Tom Riddle was the spy, and that you and he set a trap for Voldemort?" Moody took a sip of his drink.

He had two purposes in doing this.

"He hoped I could extend my lifespan—like Nicholas."

"He knew that the only thing I couldn't let go of was Voldemort."

"Also, Voldemort can only be killed after he is resurrected."

"If Voldemort doesn't come back to life, then even Riddle, the only one who can kill him, won't be able to do anything to him," Dumbledore said calmly.

"I'm starting to doubt whether what Rita Skeeter said is true."

"You wouldn't happen to be having an affair with that guy who's called the Dark Lord, would you?" Moody gave a strange look, which, combined with his deeply lined face, made him look particularly terrifying.

"Could it be that Voldemort really hates you because you don't like him?" Hestia said with a gossipy expression.

In her mind, the love-hate relationship between Voldemort and the greatest white wizard, which spanned millions of words, was already unfolding.

"Alright, let's get to the real point."

"The 'peace' that Voldemort spoke of." Dumbledore shrugged helplessly.

He's the Greatest White Wizard among everyone else, but what about these old guys?

"Is there even a need to discuss it?"

"If what you say is true, then we just need to wait for Voldemort to resurrect, and then we can attack."

"Let that Riddle finish him off last." Diggle took off his top hat and wiped away non-existent dust.

Meanwhile, Harry, who was dreaming, smacked his lips, wondering what he was dreaming about again.

The semester ended, and a heavy silence, like snow on the ground, enveloped the entire castle.

Harry didn't find it boring at all; on the contrary, he felt very peaceful. The thought that he and Ginny could go on dates freely around Hogwarts Castle without being disturbed made him very happy.

This means they can stroll hand-in-hand along the Black Lake, oblivious to everyone else, and fly around the Quidditch Pitch with Ginny.

As for Ron and Draco, who also stayed at school like Ginny, they'll probably be quite sensible and give them some private space.

In addition to Ron, Draco is not single either, and Pansy has also decided to stay at Hogwarts instead of going home for Christmas.

This means that as long as Harry can get Ron on his side, the entire long Christmas holiday will belong to him and Ginny!

What should we do?

Got it!

Let Ron go and keep Percy and the others company; after all, it's a holiday for family reunions.

And so, with anticipation for the days to come, the dawn of Christmas arrived.

It's cold today, and everything is covered in white snow.

Harry and Ron were the only two left in the dormitory. They were woken up early in the morning by Ginny.

She was dressed neatly, holding gifts for the two of them in her arms.

"Wake up," she said loudly, pulling the curtains shut.

"Ginny —you shouldn't be here," Ron said, shielding his eyes from the light.

"I didn't come here to see you."

"I'm a free man, I can go wherever I want!"

"Harry, this is your gift." Ginny sat down on Harry's bed without a second thought and started playing with Harry's messy hair as if no one else was around.

"What gift?" Harry sat up, instantly fully awake.

"Ginny, this is the boys' dormitory!" Ron shouted when Ginny ignored him.

Are there rules prohibiting girls from entering boys' dormitories?

"Here you go, this is your Christmas present!" Ginny said, tossing Ron's gift to him.

Now, Ginny is immune to Ron's sarcastic remarks.

In her opinion, Ron was just jealous.

If Ron had a girlfriend, she'd probably be even worse than her.

As Ron's sister, Ginny could bet on this.

She knew what kind of person Ron was.