The Baby in the Dream

The roaring waves and icy currents assaulted this small island in another dimension.

Inside the building in the center of the island, a heated conversation is taking place.

The conversation took place between a tall, thin man and a very arrogant woman.

Although the woman was also dressed in rags and covered in sweat, her long eyelashes still shone with an arrogance etched into her very bones.

It was as if she were wearing the Queen of Britain's dress and a crown.

The tall, thin man appeared to be her husband, but his words suggested he was more vulnerable.

His eyes kept darting away from the woman opposite him.

But suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something.

He stiffened his neck and shouted, "I won't allow it!"

I won't allow you to do that!

She is my child!

Dark Lord would bless this child if he knew!

She was born in the Promised Land—the place where our Lord rose again to rule the entire world!

The woman scoffed at this. "Your child? Are you really sure? Do you even remember fish?"

"You know?" The man's face suddenly drained of color.

He bit his lip. "But they'll always be our Lestrange children."

A flash of recollection suddenly appeared in the woman's eyes. "You're wrong. There weren't just the two of you back then."

To be precise, there are three.

Upon hearing this, the man's entire demeanor changed drastically.

His back began to straighten, his voice became firmer, and his eyes no longer darted around.

He began to raise questions.

But it seemed more like talking to oneself, "Who?"

It's definitely not Travers; he likes Little Crouch.

Those two disgusting Mulciber, the relationship between them, father and son, is also very strange.

They like to use the Imperius Curse, and they especially like the feeling of the other person being delirious but obedient.

It's unlikely to be them.

"This is— Little Crouch!?"

The woman raised an eyebrow at her husband's first display of masculinity.

Then, in a mocking tone, he said, "Oh, you're really something, it's him."

The man ignored the woman's sarcastic tone.

He seemed to have thought of something, and couldn't help but mutter to himself, "No, it can't be, at least not this child."

Her powerful jaw muscles—only Lestrange would have them!

The woman continued sarcastically, "Are you sure her teeth haven't even grown in yet?"

The man suddenly looked up and shouted towards the door, "Rabastan! Quick! Bring the child here!"

"Here you are, brother!" another slightly naive voice rang out.

A short, stout man entered.

He seemed to have been just outside the door.

He was holding a baby girl who was sucking her fingers in his arms.

They walked in with extra caution.

It doesn't have the carelessness that comes with its appearance.

"What? You think he's your child?" the woman said sarcastically.

The short, stout man lowered his head and did not refute.

She simply gazed at the child with loving eyes.

Then he said softly to the woman, "Keep your voice down."

There are only seven of us in the entire prison now.

We live quite far apart, but it wouldn't be good if they overheard us.

Especially Travers and his Mulciber and Son.

They're all psychopaths; you never know what they might do.

The tall, thin man on the other side spoke, his tone icy, seemingly even more biting than the cold wind outside, "She is my wife."

Rabastan, you haven't forgotten that you should call her sister-in-law, have you?

Also, give me the child.

Upon hearing this, the short, stout man shuddered.

After taking a long, reluctant look at Bella, whose tattered clothes had revealed a glimpse of her private parts, and the child in her arms, he left.

He carefully handed the child to the tall, thin man who was his brother.

The tall, thin man carefully pulled her into his arms.

He wiped himself on a clean spot he found on his ripped clothes with his right hand.

He reached towards the baby girl's chin.

I don't know how much time passed.

The tall, thin man took a deep breath.

Just as the short, stout man was about to step forward to stop his brother,

The tall, thin man spoke, "She is my child."

It's almost time; she'll wake up and need her milk soon.

The man looked up at his younger brother and said, "We'll head out now."

He placed the child on a bed piled with hay and rat skins.

In the warmest corner—beside the woman—"Don't forget to breastfeed later."

Then, he pulled his younger brother away from the room.

Inside the room, the woman turned to look at the baby girl who was still dreaming.

For the first time, his gaze softened. "You really do seem to be their child."

No, my child.

But it's truly a pity that my Lord will be resurrected soon.

Speaking of her master,

The warmth in her eyes gradually faded.

The place that Harry was very familiar with was the place that took its place.

The infatuation and girlish shyness I've seen countless times in my dreams.

In the Ravenclaw Tower Hogwarts, on his four-poster bed in his dormitory, Harry frowned.

Even though it was a dream, he was still aware of something.

In a dream, or perhaps in reality, Bella's long, slender fingers reached towards the baby girl's neck. "It's a pity I can't have you. My Lord's slave cannot—"

Just as she was about to reach for the child.

Thousands of miles away, inside a tower in the Scottish Highlands, a boy awoke and cried out, "No! Don't!"

For the first time, the incomplete Phoenix magic within him came to life, accompanied by a clear phoenix cry and a snap of fingers suddenly made next to the boy.

In that room in Azkaban, fiery magic transcended time and space, transforming into an invisible wind that enveloped the infant.

Crack!

The baby disappeared.

The woman, who had a nervous expression and was about to clasp her hands together, woke up and, unaware of the wind, suddenly burst into laughter.

She let out the same laugh as the Supreme Lord in her eyes, "Hehehe!"

In this situation, she seemed to merge briefly with Voldemort, who had transformed into the entire island, and the heavens of this dimension seemed to sense something. "Apparition!"

As expected of my child!

She left!

He's gone forever!

She's at Hogwarts!

On the other side, Harry, who had just woken up and opened his eyes, suddenly screamed and felt a sensation of something pressing down on his stomach.

The sounds of people who had been woken up could also be heard from the surrounding area.

"Don't what? What are you dreaming about? Don't stop?" It was Ron who said this. He rubbed his eyes, got out of bed, and walked towards Harry.

Next to him was Anthony, who asked, "Are you alright?"

Then Neville, with the best eyesight, exclaimed, "A child! There's a child!"

"Harry, are you pregnant? In a dream?"

These words kept everyone in the dormitory awake.

They all jumped out of bed and came to Harry.

"What—what's going on?" Ron stammered as he approached Harry first.

Harry didn't answer. He carefully tucked the child into the blanket and tucked her in.

For some reason, he had a strange feeling of blood connection with the child.

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