Six-year-old Harry Potter was picked up from the Dursley's cupboard by Narcissa Malfoy and moved into Malfoy Manor. From then on, there was a bowl of oatmeal on the breakfast table at the Malfoy family, Lucius's "Daily Prophet" became more and more popular, and Draco's common room had a "cousin" who stepped on his footprints through the snow.
Harry didn't know that there was something about him - when he smiled, his eyes would turn into two green lakes, when he flew the broom, his messy hair looked like a black flag in the wind, and when he held butterbeer and looked at the snow, there were always people around him who stopped to take a second look at him.
In the Slytherin common room, Draco sat next to him, Theodore was quietly flipping through a book three rows away, and Pansy was verbally insulting him but always had the hot pumpkin juice left for him in her hand. In the Gryffindor corridors, Neville would nervously clutch his memory ball as he passed by, and Hermione would give him the best spot in the library. At the staff table, Snape's dark eyes fell on him across the entire auditorium - there were old memories in those eyes that were too long, too heavy, and he didn't know who they belonged to.
The winter at Hogwarts is long, and the fire in the fireplace is warm enough. Harry Potter was loved by many people, but he was always just himself - a green-eyed child who refused to lower his head and gave up questioning, and who walked a long way in the snow following someone's footprints.
"If you ask me one day where I want to go — I want to be where the truth is."
"Then we will go with you."
——Everyone is looking at him. He only looked at the snow that had not yet melted.
Concept: A boy loved by many people, not bound by love itself, still chooses to pursue truth and freedom.