Black-and-white (Translation)

1. Always the same dream

"No, leave him alone, he didn't hurt you!"

With a cry, Harry startled awake and looked around the room. Fortunately, Ron had already gotten up and had not heard his scream. Presumably, he was already having breakfast and annoying the others, especially Hermione, that is because, needless to say, he ate with full physical effort.

Slowly Harry came back into the here and now, as always after a nightmare. It had gotten worse since Cedric's death. Meanwhile, the people in his dreams merged more and more often. First, he saw the cemetery and Wormtail killing Cedric. Then the scene disappeared, the cemetery became a lake with lush vegetation. Wormtail and the other Death Eaters became his father, the Marauders, and the rest of the Hogwarts students. Cedric became a handsome, a bit lanky, pale boy. On the other hand, Harry, he was condemned to watching and doing nothing. Despite trying to help the boy and stop the tormentors, he was not able to stop them, despite his efforts. At that moment, he was usually woke and cursed his father and his friends. This time it was not different, except it was even worse today than usual. Since he could hear the laughter of two men, Sirius and Remus, who were just passing by his room, similar to the memory he had involuntarily seen. Slowly Harry's thoughts drifted back to his third year of school...

- Flashback -

Potions hour. It was only a short time after it became known that Buckbeak was going to be killed, all because Malfoy could not comply with Hagrid's instructions on how to face a hippogriff. It was Malfoy's own fault that he was bitten. If Harry had done such a thing in potions, things would be different. Snape would not only have taken away house-points from him but had him dethroned. Only then his professor would have let him go to the infirmary. Nor would Snape have ever taken into account the injury of a student not in his entire life. However, with Malfoy, of course, he made an exception. Ever since he came into the classroom with his arm in a sling, others had to cut his ingredients and throw them into the cauldron. The only thing the Ice Prince of Slytherin did was stir and command. Fortunately, it was not the Gryffs today, but Goyle, who was doing everything exactly as Malfoy told him to, brewing his own potion so inaccurately that Harry, who was standing right next to it, wondered when it was going to blow up - or from a sudden self-preservation instinct grew legs, holding up his two handles like coat-tails, and ran away. He still revelled in that soothing performance as he heard Snape screaming from the teacher's desk. The next moment he came running towards Goyle with a dramatically bat-waving cloak. However, it was already too late, whatever was in Goyle's cauldron, started to hiss threateningly. Harry realized too late that not only the questionable content of the boiler spread in the room, but that this it also rose in the air and rammed him. Harry was thrown across the room by this projectile. Sped up by the fuel-shattered potion, only to see him falling on a silverware-filled stone vessel. The cauldron followed. Instead of the expected impact, he felt a heavy pull, as if someone was trying to suck him through a straw.

As the mist settled, Harry found himself in front of the school, right under his favourite tree, strangely holding his cauldron in his arms. The cauldron hissed and grumbled as if complaining about the unpleasant journey. Beneath the tree sat a fifteen-year-old, narrow, tall Slytherin boy whom Harry did not know. Behind him, he heard laughter and insults, which were clearly aimed at the boy in front of Harry, as the boy was getting significantly paler when he heard in the voices and looked around, frightened, for an escape route. However, he did not get that far, because the next moment a spell was shot at the boy, which lifted him into the air and turned him like an hourglass on his head. His cape and shirt slipped over his head so that he was now naked from the waist up. This did not seem to be enough for the tormentors, because the next curse came and the helpless boy no longer had any trousers, so he was now upside down and hung in the air wearing only his boxer shorts. The laughter grew louder and louder. And when Harry looked around, he discovered that at least half of the school attended the show, but no one stopped it. Harry decided to stand in the way of these jokers. Because Slytherin or not, no one should be exposed like this. So, Harry turned to the still smirking boys and went to shout at them to stop this cruel drama. However, when he saw the boys in front of him, he froze. So far, he had only seen the person standing there in photos.

Standing next to James Potter's younger version, breathless and almost out of balance with laughter, was Sirius Black, who looked much healthier here than on the charts Harry had known about him so far. On James' other side, he realized after a long look, stood Remus Lupin. He did not recognize the boy behind his cackling father.

While Harry still looked at the scene with a shocked expression, he felt someone's hand tearing at him, and the next moment he lay, the now peaceful cauldron on his stomach, in the empty classroom. Snape must have thrown out the other students. When Harry let his gaze wander up, he looked into the angry face of his teacher. A vein moved on his forehead. Harry had an irresistible urge to reach up and smooth it out like a carpet fold. Snape's lips were a thin line. Only now did Harry realize whom the boy was that his father had tormented.

"Funny guy, your dad, is he not, Potter?"

- Flashback end -

It was not until later that Harry found out that Snape's memories had been kept in the jar where he had landed, accompanied by the cauldron. Apparently, the bad memories were kept here.  At least, Harry hoped. Snape made him swear not to tell anyone what he had seen. Not that he would want to do that anyway.

Since that day, hate always struck Harry when he was compared to his father. Every mirror he passed he wanted to hit or blindly curse.

With a loud bang, the door to Harry and Ron's room opened and Harry clutched at his cover in shock. In front of him, loudly munching, stood Ron, in his hand a sandwich with sausage and cheese.

"Mum says you should come down for breakfast."

These were, by his standards, quite acceptable eating manners. After all, no mushy bread leftovers were sprinkled around.

Sighing, Harry peeled off the protective blanket, careful not to make unnecessary movements. This summer was worse than any previous one and his body would keep reminding him of that for a long time.

Ron, seeing his best friend finally standing up, nodded in satisfaction, and strode out of the room, back to his interrupted breakfast.

Harry got dressed and tried in vain to tame the crow's nest which scolded his hair.

Then he wished his beloved Hedwig a good morning, cuddled a bit with the faithful animal, and then set off to the others.

When he arrived in the breakfast room in Grimmauld Place, a good morning came from all sides. Harry sat between his godfather and Luna; whose father had recently started working for the Order. Molly Weasley put a well-filled plate right in front of his nose, the smell of which made Harry sick and he wondered how best to avoid it, without hurting the feelings of the full-blooded mother.

However, he did not have to worry about it, because at that moment the fireplace in the kitchen glowed green and an equally coloured and above all badly tempered potions master emerged from it. Snape looked disapprovingly around the room when Sirius yelled at him.

"Well Snivellus, why are you spoiling our mood in the early morning?"

Harry had to hold on to his instinct to shout at his godfather, after all, he'd promised Snape to shut his mouth down. Even though his teacher probably did not believe Harry was sticking to it.

"I can think of many things better than seeing your face, Black, but Dumbledore sent me to give this letter to our celebrity and then bring him to school, so read it and get ready, I have other things to do than playing post owl and taxi for the brat."

With these words, Snape handed Harry a letter that he received with surprise but also curiosity.

Dear Mr. Potter!

I ask you to come to the castle immediately, as I have news that is of vital importance to you.

Sincerely

Griphook

Griphook? What did the goblin of Gringotts want from him? Irritated, Harry looked at his professor, who waved impatiently with his hand to follow him.

"Harry, what's in the letter?" Hermione, who had noticed Harry's expression, was immediately worried about her friend.

"This will be experienced by Potter as soon as he follows me, Ms. Granger," came very indignantly from Snape.

Sirius started to protest, but Harry stopped him with a gesture, stood up and followed the professor to the fireplace.