[HP Doujin] Scarborough Fair

three

The result of Slytherin and Gryffindor appearing on the same field was that the good training was directly escalated into a confrontation match between the two colleges-a confrontation match without even a referee.

It can be said that this is not training at all.

"Hey, are you crazy?" Potter couldn't hold back, and yelled at Regulus.

This was already the fourth time Regulus pretended to bump into Potter during training. James was either unable to avoid it, or simply felt annoyed. Although the man in front of him was an annoying Slytherin, he was a The friend's younger brother, although Sirius himself didn't care much about this younger brother, but he was the best friend, so at least he couldn't bully Regulus too much.

Although both are smelly Slytherins, he is still different from Snotlion.

James had heard Sirius mention this younger brother, he was obedient and obedient and had no opinion. He was basically brainwashed by the pure-blood supremacist stuff, and the effect was comparable to being cursed to clean up.

Merlin, shouldn't the Seeker be deadlocked with the opponent's Seeker? Why does he have to follow him as a Chaser?Come on, James stopped thinking about it, Slytherin and Gryffindor couldn't deal with each other, what reason do we need?

In a flash of divine effort, Regulus bumped towards him for the fifth time.James dodged lightly.

"Hey, little guy," James asked him sideways, ruffling his hair, "are your eyes really so blind that you can't tell a living person from a golden snitch?"

Regulus didn't speak, he really wanted to knock the man off the broom - if Sirius wasn't in the field.The best outcome of his confrontation with Potter would be a lose-lose situation, and the more likely outcome would be that James turned him into an army - which was why Potter was so puzzled.

Neither of these two results was what Regulus wanted. The former would make his brother transfer his care and attention to that Potter, and the latter would at most make Sirius say "he deserves it".

Regulus bumped over for the sixth time.

Even if he was his friend's brother, it was too much, and James decided not to let this Slytherin go.

James began to dive, and as he expected, Regulus followed.The distance to the ground was getting closer and closer, but James didn't stop, and Regulus kept following him.

Come on, we're almost on the ground, and we'll get rid of this little nuisance in no time.

At the moment when it was about to hit the ground, James stopped the broom narrowly, and then began to rise suddenly.However, Regulus did not hit the ground due to the inertia of the rapid dive, but followed James up.

What a nuisance, James thought.

The best defense is offense - and this time it was James' turn to start sticking with Regulus.

On the entire Quidditch pitch, red and green figures gathered in twos and threes, while those Quaffles, Bludgers, and even the Snitch were floating alone not far from them—people had long Forget them, as if the purpose of Quidditch is not to score goals or find the Snitch, but to successfully knock opposing players off their broomsticks.

Regulus suddenly smiled and said to James, "Hey, what if the whole school knows that Lupine is a werewolf?"

James, who was chasing and confronting Regulus, had always been calm, but this time he was really angry.Regulus was about to hit him again, and James was ready to confront him head-on, and James was confident that he would not be the one to fail.

however--

"team leader!"

"Prongs!"

"James!"

Exasperated, James accidentally forgot that they had been haunted by a Bludger.It was a bit late when he realized this, but fortunately they were not too high up now, and if they were controlled properly, even if they were hit-whether by a goddamn little Slytherin or a goddamn Bludger- — It will be fine.

however.

"Bang!", it was Regulus who fell from the broom.

Due to the close distance between the two, James clearly saw that the little lunatic was actually still stable after being hit, but he deliberately let go and fell off the broom.

In the eyes of others, it was as if Regulus blocked the Bludger with his body in order to save him.

James felt like his throat was full of slugs, and it was disgusting whether he coughed it up or swallowed it.

Slytherin's teammates and Gryffindor players all gathered around, and Potter also rushed down and stood beside him. Everyone's expressions were very strange. The teammate who called him to train before opened his mouth. His mouth was wide open, and he was a little stunned, while his captain seemed to be looking for some excuse for his behavior, but unfortunately he couldn't utter a single word.

"Are you okay, Ray?" Sirius who rushed over asked with a frown, breaking the embarrassment anyway.

"I'm fine." Regulus held out his hand to Sirius.

Sirius pulled him up, and Regulus was a little unsteady - or rather unsteady - he seemed to have sprained his ankle, but judging by the amount of sweat on his brow, it might have been worse.

"How rash?" Sirius muttered impatiently, "I took him to the school hospital, James."

James nodded, watching as Regulus flashed him the same smile he had when he threatened him with Lupine on the broomstick.James felt like the slug was about to choke up in his head.

Later that day, Regulus took the initiative to find Orlando for the first time. There was an agreed place between them. If Regulus needed help urgently, he could go there to find him.

"Do you know what happened today?" Regulus asked proudly and shyly at Orlando floating in front of the blackboard as soon as he entered the empty classroom, as if he had done something extraordinary.

"Oh, I've heard about that." Orlando nodded, "Do you mean that you were cast with the Imperius Curse and blocked the ball for Potter?"

Orlando actually didn't believe this rumor at all.Regulus has always acted like a well-behaved Slytherin, but he is essentially a combination of Slytherin's cunning and Gryffindor's bravery, not to mention his long-lasting resentment towards Potter, even if Even under the Imperius Curse, it was impossible for him to save him.

"Oh? Did they say that?" Regulus chuckled, "That's right."

Orlando is now seriously considering the possibility of Regulus' Imperius Curse.But Orlando didn't figure out what happened that day. The only thing he knew was that Regulus had never smiled so happily after that. Many things happened after that, and everything was going from bad to better. bad development.

After all, at this time, no, no matter what era it is, everyone will have their own involuntary.

Potter's Little Theater

After that nightmarish practice, James was always worried that Regulus would continue to grab him on the field.During the entire game, James had to be wary of Regulus and the Bludger who were getting far and near from him all the time. His distraction caused him to make several mistakes in a row.

Gryffindor lost that game, but all the players were not angry and thought he had lost the game on purpose.They all regarded his mistakes as a courtesy to the opponent, a return to the previous training ground.Someone even pulled out whether this incident will reshape the friendship between Gryffindor and Slytherin in the old days.

Even Lily mentioned inadvertently, "Look at Regulus, maybe not all Slytherins are so bad." ——Because of the snot-nosed thing, Lily and they both tacitly stopped talking about Slyther Lin's business.

The most annoying thing is that James Potter knows the truth, but he can't even tell the truth to his best friend.He had to swallow these troubles in his stomach.Well-behaved and obedient, this Regulus is really as obedient as Merlin's underpants.

☆, Nothingborne evil, theyjus

four

Orlando actually understands what love is all about.

The position of love in life is like a sudden inspiration when concocting potions, which will make you excited, excited, and looking forward to it, but no one knows what the result will be.

And sometimes, love is as deadly as inspiration.

Orlando felt that his year-forgetful little friend might have fallen in love with an impossible person. Fifteen or sixteen years old was the day when a young man's love first blossomed. It was normal to write letters and pick flowers, and owls were always around him. It's just a little exaggerated.

Orlando was a little puzzled, who was the person who owled with him every day.

Once again, Orlando couldn't hold back, and sneaked up to Regulus to take a look while he was opening the letter.Regulus was in his own dormitory, dimly lit by the fire, making his immature but serious face somewhat unclear.This trance seems to have affected Orlando's mood - he accidentally touched the back of Regulus' hand, and Regulus soon noticed it.Being touched by a ghost is not at all uncomfortable, or at worst, the cold touch is like a death-touch exercise.

Regulus frowned, intending to greet the Gryffindor ghost who disturbed his work in the way Slytherin and Gryffindor always treat each other—Gryffindor is indeed Gryffindor, There is no peace even after death.

"Aren't you going to die?"

There was an unprecedented seriousness and coldness in his voice, which made the people who heard the voice very confused - Regulus was really confused, when did people who peeped at others become so righteous?

Orlando pointed to the black devil symbol on the letter, and asked in the same serious tone as before, "What does this mean?"

Regulus smiled with disdain, he didn't know what he was ironic about, he leaned back on the soft chair, crossed his fingers in front of him, tilted his head slightly, and spit out two words, "Home letter."

The light in the room seemed to be getting dimmer.

Orlando didn't speak, just silently glowing with silver light, against the background of the fire, he looked like a handsome and compassionate god in Muggle mythology.

"Did you forget? Orlando." Regulus' smile became more blurred in Orlando's eyes. "I've always been a Slytherin."

"Not all Slytherins will become that person's fans." Orlando was rarely serious, so that he seemed a little less indifferent to ghosts, and it seemed that this kind of seriousness helped him bring back something that had been lost for a long time.

"But all Slytherins are proud of the Dark Lord. He promised to put wizards back where they should be, instead of hiding like some shady magical creature. It's an honor every noble family aspires to." Only those shameless and dirty blood would confuse themselves with Muggles." Regulus refuted Orlando's words smoothly, as if he was more familiar with his own words than the definition in the textbook.

Orlando could see that Regulus' eyes were firm, but he didn't believe what he said.

not at all.

"You know it's all fake." Orlando softened for a moment.He looked at Regulus as if looking at someone he was more familiar with. He was paranoid, hypocritical, sharp, but actually vulnerable.

Some people take the sights in the sky as their beliefs and devote themselves wholeheartedly, forgetting that they are being fooled; some people know that they are fake, everything is fake, they walk in the air, pretending to be walking on the ground, but in their hearts they know clearly Knowing that for a moment I would be smashed to pieces and dripping with blood.

Regulus buried his face in his hands, he wasn't pretending much in front of Orlando - not as much as everyone else he knew, and at this point he was starting to hesitate too, not sure if he should make this annoying all the time The Gryffindor ghost sees his true self.

But in Orlando's eyes, this is his softened performance.

Orlando repeated softly, "You know it's fake, you always knew that, always (youalwaysknowthat, toujours*)."

And the next moment, all the tranquility was broken.

Regulus stood up abruptly from his chair, wanting to destroy everything he could see like crazy. He overturned the desk, and the delicate instruments on it shattered to the ground, and the candlestick fell to the floor Above, the firelight whipped up on the expensive fabric, like a snake greedy to prey on all.

"Forever pure (Toujourspur*)." Regulus waved his wand, and the things he destroyed began to rattle back to their original state. He uttered a spell, and the flames subsided, and everything looked as it had before. Nothing has changed much, and nothing needs to change.

Orlando didn't know what he should say now.

"I've always known, but sometimes people have to do a lot more than 'know'." Regulus reclined back in his armchair, crossing his hands like a soft and delicate nobleman "I'm doing the right thing for a Slytherin."

"Ray." Orlando shook his head.

"In the face of 'forever pure', the Dark Lord is nothing more than a commodity for sale. He uses ideas that seem to subdue him, and those things also bind him-even if he is bound to enjoy himself. Nothing What is born evil, Orlando, is born noble."

Regulus rolled up his sleeves. His skin color was very healthy, and his slender arms were actually very strong. Regulus had that aristocratic smile, using black magic on his arms There are beautiful cursive characters written on it - "Forever pure."

Regulus made a farewell gesture to Orlando with his bloody arm, "It's not the first day you know I'm a Slytherin, Ollie."

Orlando didn't go.He knew what he had to do—even if what he did was actually digging deeper wounds into his little friend.

People say there is nothing more terrifying than death.And I've already died once.thought Orlando.I don't need to be afraid.I am Gryffindor and I am fearless.

"Ray." Orlando's voice was brisk, as if he was about to have a friendly and relaxed chat, he said, "We know each other well, you are just jealous of your brother. Regulus, you are just jealous Sirius."

"Obviously there is only one year difference, but he always gets the best. Parents will indulge his presumptuousness when scolding him. He has a bigger room, more freedom, carefree, where is he? He is more popular than you, even his appearance is slightly better than yours. The most frightening thing is that he got the 'brightness' that you can't get."

"You think I joined the Death Eaters because I was jealous of him?" Regulus' words became unscrupulous, and his smile was unscrupulous.

"No, you're just letting him live like you're jealous. You're burdened with this, always pure. You know it's fake, it's all fake, and only lunatics and liars believe in it. But a family of liars There can't be two traitors here, he made the light and you force yourself to be the shadow. But Regulus, nothing is necessary, you're still a child—"

Regulus squinted his eyes and treated his wound with his wand. It stopped bleeding, but it still looked hideous and beautiful—it has to be said that his aristocratic writing is really elegant and perfect.Tomorrow morning, this wound will heal as before, like the wounds of all noble families, like all the silent falsehoods in this world, they will always stubbornly recover as before, and then tenaciously reappear, endlessly.

"War is coming." Regulus put away his wand, picked up the letter from the table, confirmed that it was not damaged, and said casually, "There is no room for children to be selfish in war."

"Ray, we've been living in a war."

"Yeah, I know, I've always known, I just don't want him to know too. Gryffindor, just keep being stupid." Regulus put down the letter, "I just can't stand him following That troublemaker."

Regulus began to write back, ignoring the ghost's stiff anger.

"It's the best way for me," Regulus skillfully laid out the hypocrisy on the parchment, "it's a bit of a waste of parchment. But who knows, I just want to do what I can It’s okay to do.”

"Even if you die?"

Regulus laughed out loud, the unruliness in his smile was very similar to someone.

He laughed and said, "Of course it will die."

Orlando drifted a little far away, and began to hum softly the song he often hummed. In the song, a sad person told the traveling guests to call her lover to collect her dead body.Celery and sage, rosemary and thyme (Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme*), which respectively represent the sweetness of love, strength, loyalty and courage.

All love, like all tender flashes of inspiration, carries with it the possibility of death.

But death is just the last ingredient in that potion.Death is nothing.

Orlando watched the young man weeping expressionlessly. Only his carefulness to keep the tears from falling on the reply letter could prove that he actually realized that he was crying, and that he was really so sad now.

The author has something to say: toujours is French, which is equivalent to always in English, and it feels like allthedays to me. Toujourspur is a small note that Harry found when he turned over Regulus' room in the original text. The French word "forever pure" in the original text is this sentence.

Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme* are the lyrics that appeared in Chapter 1.It feels weird after the translation, big celery or something...