[HP Doujin] Scarborough Fair

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The last time Orlando saw Regulus was by the lake at Hogwarts. When dusk was approaching, people were sharing some real or fake laughter at the dinner table. It seemed that no one except Regulus I remember the scenery here, to use the description of a sentimental wizard, the scenery is as beautiful as the surface of a clear lake coated with a layer of elixir of light.

In this day and age, the scenery is as trivial as the beauty itself.

"I joined the Death Eaters." Regulus' words sounded like a sigh.

"I know." Orlando was able to calmly face this fact.In fact, he was a little too calm, as if calmly going to the next stop he dared not go to at any time.

"I saw the Dark Lord." Regulus shook his head slightly, "It's okay to be ugly, just like a genetically mutated fish. By the way, you may not know what genetic mutation is, it's a set of Muggles In theory, I don't know exactly how it works, but it sounds interesting."

"Ah."

"Muggles are cute, Orlando." Regulus rolled up his left sleeve, as if to admire the ugly mark on it.

"Muggles have a thing called Impressionism, just like this thing," he pointed to the Dark Mark, "deliberately making yourself ugly, thinking you're funny."

Orlando nodded.

He pondered for a while before opening his mouth, "Ray, did they ask you to do anything bad?"

"Not yet." Regulus put down his sleeves, "'The young master of the Black family is not at all the same as that traitor Sirius. In fact, he is too shy.' Everyone knows that I am the well-behaved Blake. And to the Dark Lord, a well-behaved servant is a rare delight, not to be frightened all at once."

"I heard that Sirius was kicked out by his family." Orlando was still considering his tone, "You don't need to continue, you can quit, don't worry, I can help you."

Regulus shook his head.

"It's not just because of Sirius. Speaking of Sirius, he escaped by himself, he has long wanted to do that, leave that house, leave... (me), this is very good, the last thing I want to see It’s that he’s in danger that he’s totally not comfortable with. I’m not doing it because I’m worried about him, not just because I’m worried about him, although he’s one of those bastards who likes to throw himself into danger and be smug about it.”

Regulus threw his body on the lawn like an unscrupulous Gryffindor, "This is what I want to do, Orlando. It should have been destroyed long ago, the so-called eternal purity. I don't know Whichever step I can take, but I choose the path and I want to go on it."

"Orlando, keep something for me, and if I don't come back to see you again, you will open it after Sirius' funeral and destroy it at his tombstone afterwards."

"Okay." Orlando looked at the boy and made a gesture of lying on the lawn, as if he could still feel the warmth of the sun.

He guarded the letter for the boy, and he opened it when he caught sight of Sirius' obituary in the newspaper, but he didn't find Sirius's tombstone—he died for the Potter son.

So, when recalling that letter, Orlando felt an inexplicable sigh in his heart, probably because he recalled himself back then.Fortunately, the ghost has no sense of smell, otherwise he will be even more sad. The letter has the aroma of herbs—it is the kind in the ditty he often hums. According to legend, those herbs plus the last smell Materials, you can make magic potions that fulfill all your wishes.

But Orlando didn't know anything at this time, he just controlled the sadness that was about to rise in his heart, and looked at the boy lying on the grass face to face, not knowing how the topic was going, Regulus asked a little unnaturally. solved his problem.

"Hey, Ollie, I remember that you never seemed to tell me about you, why don't you tell me, Ollie?"

Thanks to Merlin, Orlando's mood suddenly improved. He must celebrate when he looks back, after all, this is the first time this little Slytherin devil mentioned his name twice in a sentence. (╯3╰)

Orlando smiled, "Then tell me why I dare not go on."

"Ah, I thought you'd tell me about your troll ladies first." Regulus tilted his head and smiled, the autumn sun hitting the corners of his eyes, and the ghosts couldn't smell it for a long time. The smell of green grass was fermenting, and Regulus continued the feud-style teasing between the two houses, "You know, those girls who can fill the Quidditch pitch."

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dear brother,

I don't think you can read this letter, and I hope you can't.Because I want you to live a little longer, after all I've given my life to make sure of that.I think you have found out that I am dead.Merlin, mother must be very sad.But you, brother, I'm sure you think I deserve it.

I am.However I deny the reason you defined.

I don't know why I wrote you a letter that you will never read, maybe it's just because I'm a little tired and want to comfort myself.

I hope, you can always live in your light and peace.I hope you won't be misunderstood by them because of your surname Blake, I hope you're always proud, I hope you leave that Potter, (crossed out) Merlin, no, I hope you're thinking about being with him Just stay with him.

I seem to have to say jealously, to you, he is your brother.I have no doubt that you could even give your life for him.That's the last thing I want to see, but it seems to be a foregone conclusion.Brother, though you won't admit it, you've worked so hard to get out of that aristocratic theory, but you're still bound by your friendship.And sadly, I'm at the mercy of you.

I have a friend who is also a Gryffindor. He told me a potion, which is said to fulfill all wishes of the user after drinking it.

I used to scoff at the idea.

Then I found out that he was just speaking a metaphor the whole time.

I am willing to use everything to make your wishes come true, and you must know nothing about it.That magical potion was never for the person who made it to drink, it was always just a gift, maybe someone got this gift without knowing it.

I hope that the lucky one who doesn't know is you.

yours,

RAB