Stealing emotions
Harry stood awkwardly in front of the dressing mirror.
The dressing mirror had been cursed during the first few days after they moved in due to the overly critical tone of their comments, and now it was no different from an ordinary mirror. But this was the perfect time for it to work its magic, and Harry took out his wand to break the spell.
"Another Muggle outfit. Okay, I admit this one suits you pretty well. It's much better than those junk clothes from before. It looks like a uniform?"
Harry remained polite, after all, the mirror had been there much longer than he had. "It's a sailor's uniform, sir."
"The collar! The collar isn't turned up properly! Since it's a uniform, don't roll up the sleeves! And your hair, there's a tuft sticking up, can't you see it even with your glasses on?"
Harry frantically tidied himself up, achieving a perfect look under the sharp critique of the full-length mirror, then grabbed his phone to find the right angle.
What are you holding in your hand?
"Cellphone, sir."
"Another Muggle thing?"
"Yes, sir."
"Wait...were you this tall the last time I saw you?" The dressing mirror hissed nimbly. "How many years have you kept me locked up? Has the Black family finally been completely taken over by Muggles? No—"
"..." Harry silently raised his wand and cast the spell on it again. These magical creatures—items—of the Black family? Hmm...they all have a strong sense of family honor.
He continued to hold up his phone and adjust the angle, wondering how to position his hand so as not to look too awkward.
"Aa ...
Queenie's screams filled the apartment. She didn't want to be there in the middle of the night, but if the neighbors reported her, it would be Harry's fault.
Harry in his uniform was so handsome it stole her heart. Look at his green eyes that casually glanced to the side, his long, well-proportioned hands with his tie, and his lean waist cinched by his belt—she knew how lean it was, of course, since she had touched it that night—Queenie thought his belt was a little too tight and wanted to help him loosen it up.
She set the photo as her new wallpaper and started calling Emily.
But Emily seemed busy; it took three tries to get through.
"You'd better give me the middle of the night—"
"Honey, look at the photos I just sent you!"
Emily suppressed her anger and clicked to read it. "...What's wrong?"
"Ahhh, he's my sailor boyfriend!"
"……What's wrong?"
"He's so handsome!!"
"……oh."
"No, no, only I can see it! Delete the message now!"
"oh."
Beep beep—the phone hung up.
Even though I saw Harry's uniform photo, I probably won't be able to sleep well tonight.
"Darling, what's wrong, Queenie?"
"It's nothing, she's just acting crazy every day."
Under Mrs. Weasley's strict supervision, Harry was unable to sneak out; they were required to do their homework in the second-floor living room instead of their rooms.
With less than ten days left until the end of the holiday, Harry couldn't help but feel anxious. Homework was something he could just do casually, but he couldn't afford to waste all that time in the house.
Hermione apologized, "I'm sorry, Harry. If I hadn't wanted to see Queenie, we probably wouldn't have been caught by Mrs. Weasley..." This was very likely. Harry had never been discovered when he was alone. This time, she was the one who made things difficult. She and Ron were supposed to cover for Harry.
Ron was more concerned about his sister. He was a little drunk last night, but he hadn't blacked out yet. "Can someone explain Ginny and Harry's situation to me first? Was she captivated by Harry during DA training?" To be honest, Harry, as a professor, was indeed quite charming, but she was his sister!
Hermione was exasperated by his slowness of perception. "She was already captivated by Harry the moment she learned he was the savior."
“Nonsense! Ginny is just a little girl! It’s like how I idolized Krum back in the day!” Ron paused briefly at this point. “Honestly, which little wizard doesn’t idolize a savior? If it weren’t for the times, Harry might even be written into Beedle the Bard’s Tales!”
So he just wouldn't admit that his sister had grown up and was old enough to have a crush on a boy.
Hermione found it amusing. "I didn't know you were such a siscon?"
"Of course I am! She's the only girl in my family!"
"Oh, then you can rest assured, after all, Harry likes Queenie."
"..." It sounded a bit unpleasant, as if Ginny was being disliked—although he knew that wasn't the case.
Hermione stood up and walked over to Harry, who was looking out the window at the children playing downstairs. "Hmm... do you want to have a snowball fight too?"
Harry shook his head. "I'm watching to see when Mrs. Weasley goes out." She accompanies Mr. Weasley to St. Mungo's for about two hours of treatment every day, and he can use that time to see Queenie.
A moment later, the Weasleys appeared at the entrance of 12 Grimmauld Place. Unlike usual, she stopped, took out her wand, and seemed to cast a few spells on the old house.
Ron also came over and saw it just in time. "Mom actually used a guardianship spell. Now she'll know who leaves the house!"
"Guardianship-related—you mean household magic used by wizards to care for children?"
"Yes, the last time I saw Mom use this was when Ginny was seven years old!"
In this way, whether you go out through the window or the door, you will encounter the protective layer surrounding the house, and Apparition is not applicable between the inside of the house and the outside world.
They both looked at Harry and, unsurprisingly, saw his dejected expression, which deepened their guilt.
"Well, we can think of a way. Since it's a spell targeting child wizards, maybe the solution will be easier?" Hermione reassured her, already preparing to look it up in the book.
"On the contrary, precisely because it's a spell used by wizards to protect children, this protective layer isn't so easy to bypass without leaving a trace, so don't waste your energy." Sirius appeared at the entrance to the living room. He seemed to have just woken up, his dark robe hanging loosely on his body, revealing a large expanse of skin on his chest covered with tattoos of alchemical symbols, mysterious and sexy.
Ron stepped forward to block Hermione's view. "Mind your manners, Sirius. There are ladies here!"
Hermione behind him rolled her eyes.
Harry was about to text Queenie when he heard Sirius's words and his dejected expression vanished. "You have a solution?"
“Of course, I’m your most all-powerful godfather.” Sirius casually pulled his robe tighter, walked over to the sofa, and sat down. “Kreacher!”
“Yes, yes, Kreacher must obey the orders of that wretched young master…” A deep, hoarse voice rang out, accompanied by an explosion, as the long-unseen house-elf was summoned by his master.
Sirius pretended not to hear, “Wizards can’t Apparate out of the old house, but house-elves can.”
Hermione asked curiously, "Is it not bound by the Faithful Charm?"
“The master’s orders are above all else.” Sirius turned to Kreacher, his tone less friendly. “Kreacher, I order you to take Harry directly to the outside of the old house and bring him in when he returns.”
"Yes, young master."
Harry's spirits lifted instantly, and he dashed upstairs like the wind. Two minutes later, he came down as an adult and eagerly tugged at the corner of his shirt, stuffing it into Kreacher's hand. "Let's go, let's go now!"
Sirius yawned. "Aren't you going to bring your sailor's uniform?"
Hermione and Ron asked in unison, "What uniform?"
"……Shut up!"
The humiliating and indignant final note swirled in the air as its owner and the house-elf vanished together.
In less than a minute, Harry, who had mastered Apparition, stood at Queenie's door. He raised his hand and politely knocked three times.
He heard Queenie's light footsteps coming from inside the door, and then the door opened.
“Kui—”
He had barely begun to speak when someone grabbed his collar and dragged him inside. Along with the sound of the door closing came Queenie's kiss.
Hmm, she had a caramel latte this morning.
The lips and tongue are temporarily separated.
"I miss you so much."
"I also--"
They were separated for less than a second.
Harry was confused. They were supposed to be having a proper relationship, but why did this feel like an affair?
Queenie kissed him for a while and then stopped breathing. She buried her face in Harry's neck, her body as soft as a cloud against his. "I'll be eighteen in March."
"Hmm..." He wasn't quite ready to snap out of his daze yet, and for a moment he failed to understand Queenie's unspoken meaning.
"On my birthday, I want to see my boyfriend appear in front of me in a sailor uniform."
"Um……?"
Why?
etc--
Birthday, eighteen years old, adulthood.
"Okay, Harry?"
Harry squeezed her tighter; to be honest, he didn't think it was going to work...
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