[HP] Moonlight Lovers

Chapter 8

A professor who is ten years older than me suddenly became a son, how could it be broken?

James Potter expressed a little panic.

Ever since they were sent to Potter Manor by the Portkey and found out what kind of oolong they had made, Gryffindor's most cheeky student—one of them, was so embarrassed that he didn't even know where to put his hands.

A warm white light enveloped him from top to bottom, soothing the wounds he had suffered just now, James sat cross-legged on the soft carpet, twisted for a rare moment, and then secretly raised his head to look at the focused black-haired man.

If you look closely, Professor Porter actually looks a lot like him.

Those eyes are rich emerald green...

Hey? !

He suddenly remembered what Harry said just now, parents and godfather...

So Lily finally agreed to marry him~

James' eyes lit up with a bitter face, and he immediately let go of the entanglement, and grinned foolishly again.

"James?"

The door of the reception room was pushed open forcefully, and a middle-aged couple still in pajamas hurried over.

The Portkey, which was repeatedly stated that it could only be used in emergencies, was touched. The Potters, who had already fallen asleep, were so panicked that they didn't even have time to change their clothes, so they ran to check the situation.

"Father, mother."

James jumped up, and as soon as he said hello, he was pulled to his side by Euphemia.

The precious son's face was pale, the broken hair on his forehead was wet with cold sweat, and his black school uniform was covered with dust. Seeing his distressed appearance, Euphemia felt extremely distressed, "What's wrong?"

"This is—" Fremont looked hesitantly at the stranger who appeared in his manor, and a lot of guesses arose in his heart about that slightly familiar face.

"Professor Potter?" Euphemia's eyes were slightly cold, "I think we need an explanation."

"Actually...it's none of his business...it's because I didn't understand the situation..."

When James, who was full of embarrassment, subconsciously stopped in front of him, stuttering to defend him, Harry looked down at the boy who was only as tall as his chest, and the corners of his lips pursed slightly.

Of course, an explanation is necessary. He didn't take the initiative to contact the Potter family before, but it was because he felt awkward about his identity, but it didn't mean that those past events were really so difficult to talk about.

The Potters, who quickly changed into casual clothes, entertained him in the reception room. Together with James, who insisted on listening and couldn't be driven away, the three of them listened silently to Harry's report of everything they could say.

That was no easy task.

James only heard half of it, and unconsciously hugged his arm tightly, trying to describe him as lightly as possible, so sad that the corners of his eyes turned red.

Harry turned his head to look at him, with a hint of warmth in his eyes, and wanted to reach out to rub his hair, but felt that it seemed inconvenient to do that with their current relationship, and finally just smiled slightly.

Unlike the young man whose expression was constantly changing, sometimes distressed, sometimes amazed, sometimes scared, the Potters were obviously much calmer.

They have to admit that this is indeed a very good child, no matter his character or ability, he is enough to make any parent proud.

It's just too good, the son who has been raised by them carefully and spoiled too much makes him look like an ignorant child.

Bloodline magic doesn't lie. Knowing that their grandson has achieved such achievements, it is inevitable to feel sad and gratified, but they are used to the examples of intrigue and brother-in-law fighting for family inheritance rights, so they have to think more.

Is it really a good thing that a descendant who is so strong that he once controlled the British magic world with one hand appears in the same time and space as the heir who is still naive?

Selfishly, they'd rather give up the chance to advance the Potters than James, or his future children, would lose what they deserved.

"Of course we can't directly announce the truth to the outside world," Freemont thought for a while, and then said slowly with some caution, "If you don't mind, we can get along as distant relatives."

The Potter family has been passed down through several generations, and the genealogy is well documented. The aristocratic circle in the British magic world is so large, and the relationship between in-laws is complicated and intertwined. Who doesn't know who is right.

The relationship is too close, and outsiders may really regard him as his illegitimate child as James misunderstood before.

Thinking of this, Fremont couldn't help but glared at his son again.

Harry smiled lightly, patted James who was about to stand up and objected, and replied softly, "It's all up to you."

Meeting those calm eyes that seemed to have seen through everything, Fremont felt a little uncomfortable, cleared his throat and changed the subject, "What's the matter with that Malfoy boy? He dares to treat Jen casually. Tom hands, what it looks like."

"It's my fault." Harry said with a low eyebrow and a pleasing look, his posture was very low, "If I had made it clear earlier, there would not be so many misunderstandings."

Euphemia shook her head slightly, "No matter what, you shouldn't use offensive magic to deal with your classmates, that child has a very problematic character—"

She still wanted to say something, but she suddenly realized that it seemed too early to intervene in this person's emotional issues from the standpoint of an elder.

They didn't even know each other well. It was the first time this child had returned to Potter Manor since he was born.

This thought made her inexplicably sad, and she couldn't help but soften her tone, "Let's have a good talk with him."

"Obviously I did it first," James said, rubbing his nose, "I'm pretty good, father and mother, don't talk about it anymore, it's so embarrassing——"

He blinked at Harry quickly, as if telling him that I will take care of everything, and then spread his hands at his dissatisfied parents, "In terms of seniority, that's my, uh, daughter-in-law."

The corners of the eyes of several people twitched when they heard the words, and they were speechless for a while in embarrassment.

James blinked innocently, "I'm not wrong."

"All right, all right, go to sleep, you guys will go back to school tomorrow morning." Fremont never had anything to do with this bastard, "You too...Harry, go to bed early."

Harry smiled and got up, "No, I have to go back to Hogwarts."

"I'll go back too." James said immediately.

Freemont blew his beard and stared angrily, "Hey you two—"

"I'll make an official visit another day," Harry said softly, "I'm not at ease with Lucius."

The two finally left Potter Manor despite Fremont's displeased gaze. Harry apparated and led James to the vicinity of Hogwarts, and walked slowly along the path towards the castle.

"I'm serious," James said a little embarrassedly in the silent night, "I did the first move just now. If someone dared to bully Lily in front of me, I would react the same way."

Harry raised his eyebrows slightly, "Is this speaking for Lucius? You don't seem like such a generous person, James."

"That's different," James stammered, "after all, he's someone you like."

He already felt extremely ashamed, suspected that Harry, who had always loved him so much, was his father's illegitimate child, suspected that all his favoritism and care had ulterior motives, and he still questioned him aggressively, denying everything he had done for himself.

Harry must have been very sad just now.

"I still don't like him," James murmured, "but he cares so much about you—"

And he already clearly understood how rare it is for this person in front of him to care so sincerely.

"Thank you." Harry still couldn't hold back, and wanted to rub his head. As soon as he raised his hand, the black-haired boy avoided it awkwardly.

"Wait a minute—" James struggled with such a trivial matter again, "Are you coaxing the child? It still feels weird—"

"Okay." Harry sighed, a little disappointed in his eyes.

James glanced at him, slowly turned his head back, and said reluctantly, "Then—just one."

Harry's raised fingers paused in mid-air, and finally rested on his forehead. He turned his head away and smiled softly, "It's really strange."

The fire in the castle was dim, and he sent people to the Gryffindor Tower before he said, "Lend me the Marauder's Map."

James took out the parchment in his pocket, and saw him draw out his wand and click on it, familiarly reciting the spell they had debated for a long time before they settled on it.

"I solemnly swear that I have no good intentions."

He had the urge to cover his face. If he knew that this thing would be passed on to his children, he shouldn't have chosen the second sentence. Although it sounds cool, Harry said it so solemnly, Just full of shame.

Harry stared at the name that remained motionless, and closed the map with complicated eyes, feeling heavy in his heart.

"The prank is over."

He returned the blank parchment to James, and he did not forget to warn him before leaving, "No peeking, no night walks, go to bed early."

Which of the two of us is who? !

James stared at his back angrily, until the man disappeared from sight around the corridor, then he brushed his messy hair and walked into the doorway resentfully.

Harry returned to the corridor where they clashed just now. The platinum-haired boy stood alone by the window, quietly looking at the extraordinarily quiet Hogwarts under the moonlight, as if holding some faint expectation, stubborn What are you waiting for.

He walked over in silence, held the cold boy in his arms, and asked in a light tone, "What if I don't come?"

"I do not know."

Lucius raised his head with a dazed expression, "If you don't come, I have nothing to do. Nothing at all."

Harry stroked his hair gently, and slowly pressed him against his chest.

"That's what I'm most afraid of," Lucius murmured, gripping his coat tightly, "being desperate to invest in a relationship, but unable to fully control it, not knowing what the future holds, no I know if I will be hurt, I don’t know if I will lose in the end..."

"I don't believe in eternity... in love... and longing for eternity..."

"You say I love you ten thousand times, but you can't make me feel at ease...Promises can be a word game...Eternal love can also change..."

"If it changes...what am I going to do...there's nothing I can do..."

"Lucius—" Harry murmured his name in a low voice, like a sigh.

"I used to think that I would accept family marriage. I don't need love. It's enough to fulfill my partner's loyalty and obligations. We need each other more than love each other." Lucius choked his throat, "But I fell in love with You - what a horror..."

"I'm a Slytherin, Harry. I don't have the possibility to love someone purely, and I don't know how to give without complaint or regret. Everything I give you is in exchange for the same or even more feelings... But , even if I got it, I still dare not believe those easily..."

"Even if I don't feel threatened, one day, I can't help but use my own method to determine whether you really love me—"

"I let you down just now, didn't I?" He clasped Harry's waist firmly, sobbing with a half-crying smile, "Will you still believe me...will you still love me...I'm so ...so much—"

He would be disgusted, he would be guarded, he would be given up... all the worst possibilities turned into sharp ridicules, chattering in his ears during the long wait, almost driving him crazy.

Harry's mood was extremely complicated, and after a while of silence, he still cupped his face lightly.

Fingers brushed the corners of his lover's reddened eyes, Harry lowered his head slightly, and kissed his wet eyelashes stained with tears with pity.

"It's really too much." He said, "You know I love you, but you still say so many things that make me feel bad."

Lucius couldn't help sobbing, and looked at him with red eyes. Those gentle green eyes were very close, and the focused eyes seemed to be his whole world.

"I'm also curious about what forever is—how about going to see it together?"