Strange Creeps

The evening when they received the strange package gradually passed.

Hermione observed the group chat for a long time and came to a conclusion-

It was full of strange creeps who knew about them.

They even knew she often came top of the class.

"They seem to know everything."

The next morning, Hermione frowned as she ate breakfast.

It was an unpleasant feeling, as if all her secrets had been laid bare.

Harry's eyes, however, were somewhat red and swollen. "I think they're actually quite nice." He even had dark circles under his eyes.

Clearly, he hadn't slept much the night before, but he was in good spirits.

"You didn't stay up all night watching those people chat, did you?" Hermione was surprised. Ron's eyes widened too. "Bloody hell! Bro, how did you do that? And how do those people manage to chat all day?"

Harry looked a little awkward, but that was exactly what had happened.

Time turned back to the previous night.

In the group chat.

Kerun: Everyone, it's time.

Red-Lipped, White-Toothed The Chosen One: Yeah, it's time.

Bug Ming: That's right, it's time.

My Younger Brother Isn't as Handsome as Me: Hey, guys, I just got here. Time for what?

Red-Lipped, White-Toothed The Chosen One: It's midnight. Time to get emo.

James and Lily Forever: Everyone, I'll go first! My Lily, aaaaaah!!!

James and Lily Forever: Sobbing.jpg

Bug Ming: My Fred, aaaaaah!!

Bug Ming: If the twins have to die, let them die together! If they live, let them both live! What the hell is the point of killing one and leaving the other alive?!!

Bug Ming: Ah!

In the middle of the night, Fred nearly choked to death on his own spit, earning the achievement of making an early exit.

"When did I die?"

"Bro, you're going to die?"

George looked just as shocked.

My Older Brother Is Farting: Cool, count me in!

Fred: ...

Little Georgie, who acted one way to his face and another behind his back, was scum.

Red-Lipped, White-Toothed The Chosen One: Fuck, who wouldn't love the Chosen One? Fuck, that sweet little puppy grew into a wolfdog, fuck, who gets it!!

Red-Lipped, White-Toothed The Chosen One: Harry really had it so rough. He lost his parents, found his godfather, and then lost his godfather too, sob sob sob!

Kerun: Everyone who loved him sacrificed themselves one after another. I can't hold it in anymore!

Loving Severus Today Too: My Professor Snape QAQ.

Aren't You Going to Read My Name If It's Long Enough: Slytherins always miss out on the people they love.

Stepmom Literature: Stop with the angst, stop with the angst.

Stepmom Literature: (twists) (lurks) (crawls)

Bug Ming: Professor Snape had it so rough (crying). Every year, the child of the person he loved misunderstood him.

Red-Lipped, White-Toothed The Chosen One: His feelings for Harry were super complicated. He loved him because Harry had Lily's eyes, but he also hated him because Harry looked like James.

I Immediately Transmigrated into Cho: Damn it, why did it have to be so contradictory!

James Brand Shampoo: Damn it, it could clearly have been a movie for three.

Kerun: ? Shampoo, there's something wrong with you

Harry stared at the screen, a little dazed. Snape liked him? How could that be? With the way Snape looked like he wanted to eat him in Potions Class, how could he possibly like him? He even took points from Gryffindor.

In an unfair way.

But the Lily they were talking about was his mum... So Snape had liked his mum?!

Little Harry was deeply shaken.

Could what they were saying be true?

Come to think of it...

Who was Sirius??

[Group owner] ?: It's very late. Everyone should get some sleep.

[Group owner] ?: Let's continue tomorrow.

Kerun: ! Great Question Mark told me to go to sleep!

Red-Lipped, White-Toothed The Chosen One: Okay, great one! (tucks in blanket)

Mrs. Malfoy Number One: What did I miss?

[Group owner] ?: If you don't sleep now, you'll be late for school tomorrow.

Bug Ming: Fuck, I've got an eight o'clock class tomorrow morning.

Bug Ming: Crying cat face.jpg

Bug Ming: Crawling off to bed, damn it.

Harry had the feeling those words were aimed at him, but the thought startled him as soon as it occurred to him. That couldn't be possible, could it?

James Brand Shampoo: Hehehe, I'm on the late shift tomorrow.

[Admin] !: You're only saying that because Question Mark won't mute you.

Stepmom Literature: Crawling around in the shadows.jpg

Stepmom Literature: All right, time to move to another battlefield. Lucius fan group next door, here I come!!

Mrs. Malfoy Number Two: Scared.

No more messages appeared in the group, but Harry could still feel the phone vibrating.

He fumbled his way out of the current page and discovered another group chat had appeared. It was called-

Harry Potter Fan Gathering Place.

[Group owner] Red-Lipped, White-Toothed The Chosen One: Every day I think about how to break through the dimensional wall, go to Hogwarts, and take a huge whiff of little Harry.

Harry Is Mine: He's so fucking cute.

Voldemort Drop Dead: I'll cremate that bastard Voldemort myself and scatter his ashes! Fuck, if it weren't for that bastard, how could our little Harry have lost James and Lily!!

Thinking About How to Learn Magic Every Day: I wish Harry could grow up healthy and live like a normal child too (sobbing)

James and Lily Forever: Waaaaah! Why hit me with angst out of nowhere!

[Group owner] Red-Lipped, White-Toothed The Chosen One: If only James and Lily could have watched Harry grow up. Harry wouldn't have fallen into so much danger, wouldn't have had to watch his friends die, and wouldn't have had to go through that big battle. He was only a teenager! Goblet of Fire, fuck, my heart aches for him!

Harry Is Mine: Exactly! Making a fourteen-year-old kid take part in a competition that could cost him his life. Voldemort, you're a monster!

Harry Is Mine: Throwing a powerful punch.jpg

James and Lily Forever: Fuck, if that stinking rat hadn't betrayed James and Lily, they wouldn't have died.

Harry stared at the screen, struggling to digest the information packed into those conversations. His parents had been set up?!

A stinking rat? Who was that?

And what was the Goblet of Fire?

Why did they know these things about him, things even he didn't know himself!?

Harry didn't know who those people were or why they knew these things, but it seemed they wanted to comfort him.

They were speaking up for him.

Harry had never been treated this way, even though he didn't yet know the people on the other end of that little square box.

But they seemed to think of him as a friend.

There was another strange feeling too, as if he had become a kind of belief?

Harry wasn't sure if that was the right way to describe it, but he was happy. He saw lots of messages about his parents in the group. They were chatting enthusiastically, completely unaware that the person they were talking about was watching...

Though for the time being, there was no way they could find out.

Harry spent the night laughing one moment and sniffling the next.

Neville, woken by the noise in the next bed, saw Harry's face lit from below by the phone. He was so frightened that his eyes rolled back and he fainted.

It turned out his dad had also been an amazing Seeker. Though Harry didn't really understand those things, he very much wanted to know more details.

As a result, he didn't sleep all night.

But he learned more about his parents. He was happy!

"It feels strange, like my whole life has been laid bare," Hermione said with a frown.

It was now the midday break, and they had Flying Class that afternoon.

Fred and George came rushing over with their phones.

They had Wood in tow.

Ron's body jerked in fright. His fear of the twins was etched into his DNA.

"This group chat is so cool!" Fred's eyes shone with excitement. Wood frowned. "Even so, we shouldn't blindly believe this stuff. Who knows if it's accurate?"

"Ha! It's a lot more accurate than our Divination classes, anyway." George spoke mysteriously. "Guess what else they said in the group today?"

Hermione shook her head. She'd been busy with classes all morning and hadn't had time to look at that sort of thing.

Ron asked, "What?"

Harry immediately pulled out his phone and deftly opened the chat.

After a few days, they had become fairly proficient at using the phones.

Harry froze. Fred immediately showed them the messages he'd found, then said excitedly but very quietly, "They said Harry became the youngest Seeker in history during a Flying Class in his first year!"

After saying that, he and George glanced toward the Slytherin table.

Blaise was also looking at his phone, a smile on his lips the whole time. Beside him, Draco ate his lunch as if nothing were happening.

In any case, he hadn't noticed the commotion on their side.

Hermione and Ron studied the lines of messages on the screen.

Bug Ming: Thinking about it, Harry really had it rough.

Bug Ming: He became a Seeker in Flying Class in his first year, only to get messed with by Quirrell. In his second year it was Dobby, in his third it was Dementors, and in his fourth it was Voldemort. In his fifth year his broom was even confiscated, and don't even get me started on his sixth and seventh years.

Bug Ming: The roughest of the rough-

Harry Is Mine: But Harry really was talented. He could spot the Golden Snitch in an instant when even Wood couldn't see where it was.

James Brand Shampoo: lol it runs in the family.

Young Master Gryffin: He did ride a Flying Broomstick when he was little, after all lol

Hermione drew a sharp breath. Those few lines really contained a lot of information.

"Why is Professor Quirrell's name there too?" Ron didn't understand.

Wood sighed. "It would be great if Harry really had that kind of talent, but school rules say first-years can't bring their own brooms to school, much less play Quidditch."

George put a hand on his shoulder. "Don't think like that, Wood. What if our head of house happens to break the rules?"

"Yeah." Fred put a hand on his other shoulder. "This is Gryffindor's hope of winning this year!"

Several crossroads seemed to pop up over Wood's head.

The twins were dragged off to practice.

"So..."

Harry hesitated. "Will I?"

"Not sure." Hermione frowned. She wasn't sure whether she should believe those messages.

"Look! Neville got a Remembrall!"

Wood stared in shock at the excited Head of House McGonagall and the equally bewildered Harry in front of him.

What that group said had actually all been true.