God bless you

"Draco... tell me, where did Miss Evans go?" Draco stood in Professor Snape's office, and Snape stared at him with his indifferent black eyes.

"She... ran away. Went into the Room of Requirement, and I tried to pull her back, but I couldn't get in..." Draco said.

Snape clenched his fists and looked at Draco angrily.

"You helped her?" Snape's voice was cold.

"No." Draco seemed annoyed too.

"Okay, you can go out." Snape said calmly, and Draco nodded and left.He turned to speak to Dumbledore's portrait.

"She ran away anyway."

"You already knew this, didn't you? You have to know, she is Lily's daughter! Don't you know Lily, don't you know her?" Dumbledore's portrait said with a smile.

Snape looked at him, and the anger disappeared.How could he not understand, she is an impulsive person who does not consider the consequences!

"Don't worry! Sev, Jacqui will be fine." Dumbledore's portrait continued to smile.

After Jacqueline left the Pig's Head Bar, everything was as Aberforth said, and she finally got away with it according to what he taught.After she walked out of Hogsmeade, she didn't know where she was going...

Suddenly, she saw Harry and Hermione in a cemetery, and she saw her mother's and Mr. Potter's graves.Godric's Hollow.The place popped up in her mind, and she apparated there.

Everything seemed peaceful, but she knew that something was going to happen before long.She waited patiently.She saw Harry and Hermione, but she didn't see Ron, she didn't dare to go forward, but followed them, into a house.

She waited patiently at the door. Suddenly, Hermione's screams came from inside. Jacqueline was terrified. She tried to rush in, but found that she couldn't get in!

"Don't bother, you can't get in." A ghostly voice came, and Jacqueline turned around in horror. A thin man was standing behind him, not wearing Death Eater clothes, but neither Common wizard robes.

"Who are you?" Jacqueline tried to calm herself down, Harry was inside, they were in danger.

"Me? Just like you...you can't get in, you can't help them, you can't change what's about to happen, even though you've seen it, you can't change it..." The man's ghostly voice made the air condense up.

"Why? I'm going to save Harry, I must save him..." Jacqueline screamed.

"You can't do it because you are a prophet...you know that, don't you? Everyone has their destiny, we can't change it...all we can do is predict, can change, only rely on themselves It is." The man said calmly.

Jacqueline looked at him in horror.

"Then what should I do?" Jacqueline calmed down.

"Play the role of a bystander, tell them what they see, and let them make their own decisions..." Only then did Jacqueline realize that the man's voice, like hers, seemed to come from another time and space, empty and lifeless.

Jacqueline stood there calmly, already realizing that while she could always see Harry in danger, she was never of help, not once.

"What you have to do now is to retrieve your memory." The man came into her ears like a ghost, and she looked at his pair of godless eyes, and suddenly, the world spun.

Jacqueline left the little man in a daze. She is now in a forest. She hid behind a tree and looked at Ron and Harry. She didn't approach them, and her face was full of tears.Memories are never a good thing sometimes, and when she got them back, she was no longer the same Jacqueline she used to be.

Maybe the time we spend together is just that little bit.Harry, Harry, I wish you could be happy.

Jacqueline wiped away the tears, she tidied herself up, and faced them with her best smile.She slowly approached them slowly, they seemed to destroy something, Ron and Harry seemed very happy.

"Harry... Ron..." Jacqueline called out in a low voice.

"Jacqueline... why are you here? Aren't you supposed to be at Hogwarts?" Harry and Ron seemed surprised to see Jacqueline here.Jacqueline smiled at them, went up and hugged Ron, then hugged Harry.

"I miss you... I escaped from Hogwarts." Jacqueline hugged Harry, greedily sucking the breath that belonged only to him.

"What? Do you know how dangerous this is?" Harry pushed Jacqueline away and looked at her reproachfully. Her eyes were red, but there was always a smile on her mouth.

"Harry, I don't think we should be here, it's going to be dangerous, let's go back first..." Ron said awkwardly.Harry nodded, and led Jacqueline and Ron back to their tent.

"Hermione, look who's back..." Harry said happily. Hermione raised her head, and her smiling face instantly turned angry. Ron smiled at her awkwardly.

"What are you doing back?" Hermione yelled at Ron.

"Hermione..." Jacqueline followed in, calling softly in her ghostly voice.Hermione looked at her behind Harry in surprise, and stared at her with her mouth open.

"Jacque...no, Jacqui, why are you here?" Hermione stood up and hugged Jacqueline, "I miss you so much...but you shouldn't be here..."

"I escaped, I want to help you..." Jacqueline smiled.

Harry, Hermione, and Ron looked at each other, Jacqueline smiled, and they looked at her suspiciously.

"I can see the danger you are about to encounter. Isn't it good to have me here? At least you can avoid the danger, right?" Jacqueline always smiled.

Harry glanced at Hermione, then at Ron, who nodded, and Ron nodded.Harry sighed and had to say, "Well, you can stay, but you must protect yourself!"

Jacqueline nodded and looked at them with a smile. Hermione seemed happy to have Jacqueline here, but she kept treating Ron coldly.

I don’t know how long these days have passed. Ron talked a lot about things after he left. Hermione always looked at him coldly. Harry could still see Voldemort’s thoughts, which made Hermione very unhappy. Jay Queline always followed them without commenting.

Late one night, both Hermione and Jacqueline fell asleep.Ron walked up to Harry and said to him: "Harry, Ginny is my sister, you and Jackie are both my friends, but if you want to be in the same boat, I will not forgive you of."

Harry looked at Ron and said calmly, "I only think of Jackie as my sister...just like Hermione."

Ron looked at him suspiciously, but said nothing.

The moonlight outside the window is extraordinarily bright.

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