38 years of past events

"Sirius! Sirius!"

In the whole world, there seemed to be only Harry's sad roar, that child rushed towards Sirius' body desperately and frantically.

And the crystal ball was thrown from his hand in a graceful arc when he was running. Maybe it was the death of Sirius that made him no longer care about anything. Anyway, no matter what the reason is, Lucius is now watching the whereabouts in horror. The crystal ball, and then he almost rushed towards the crystal ball desperately, almost!Just a little bit!

At the same time, a large piece of stone dust fell from the collapsed floor again, and they covered the crystal ball, so the crystal clear ball passed Lucius' fingertips and finally fell to the ground, the glass shattered Crack, that ear-piercing sound was enough to make all the Death Eaters present feel terrified.

I heard Lucius scream in pain, and then all the Death Eaters raised their wands at the same time and fired spells at Harry crazily, and the Aurors and members of the Order of the Phoenix also rushed at this moment Come out, interlaced spells hit the already damaged Ministry of Magic, both sides were fighting in an almost tearing way, the surrounding walls were cracked and shattered again, stone carvings, desks were blown into several sections, and the floor was also shattered. Several holes were swept out by the spell, exuding the smell of burnt cracks.

At this moment, a shattering curse hit the beams and columns on all sides, causing the last floor, which was already overwhelmed, to collapse in a state of overwhelming destruction.

"Run! Harry!"

"Randolph!"

Hearing a "bang", it fell all over its head and face, and the surroundings were pitch black. The shouting, whistling, and crying of those people seemed to be isolated from the outside in this narrow darkness. I grabbed Daisy's hand Hand, at this moment, time has never moved so slowly, as if it has stopped.

"Are... are you okay?" Daisy's worried voice sounded in the darkness.

"Okay, of course, I'm fine, now I just hope that my waist is not broken."

"You are hurt!"

"No, what can be done with the protection spell." I answered her easily: "How come all these years have passed, Daisy, you are still so easy to deceive!"

She was silent and didn't speak, and we held each other tightly. After a while, Daisy said slowly, "I, I want to go home."

"Okay, after a while, I'll take you out."

"I want to go home," she repeated again.

"Okay, I'll take you back to Malfoy Manor, rest for a while, and forget about those bad things." I felt her body visibly tremble when the word "bad" was mentioned.

"I... I want to go back to Grimmauld Place, the house we were renting."

"Where is it?" I was a little surprised that she would think of it, in fact, I almost can't remember it.

She didn't speak, and I couldn't see her expression clearly in the darkness, but I always felt that she seemed to want to say something.

"I want to go home, let's go home, Randolph." She said again, her voice was as soft as the wind blowing, she rested her head on my shoulder, and the warmth spread all the way heart.

Home?What was that feeling like?

"A long time ago, I was thinking, if we can be together, then I will make a cup of coffee for you every morning, and then sit quietly in the garden in the evening, waiting for you to come back, if we have a For the small garden, when it rains, you read the newspaper, and I will watch you quietly, and when the weather is good, we can ride bicycles..."

"Daisy, it's time for us to go out." The picture she described to me is undoubtedly the most beautiful vision I have ever heard, but it seems to be someone else's story far away. Only I know how many sins and lives I have been exposed to, and my father knows.

"Okay..." She replied softly, with no sadness, joy or sadness in her tone.

I pulled out my wand and fired a blasting spell at the top of her head. The stone slabs and debris that blocked the light quickly cracked from above, and the light fell down and intertwined on her face to form a hazy light and shadow.

I came out of the waste rock and patted off the dust all over my body, then stretched out my hand, ready to pull Daisy.

But Daisy suddenly paused at that moment, she hesitated, and seemed to murmur to herself: "Randolph, you, have you..."

"What did you say? Daisy?"

"Have you..." The moment she grabbed my hand and came up from the ruins, she tiptoed and kissed my brow lightly at the same time. The tenderness like a dragonfly's touch made me stunned for a while. In the same place, at this moment, a spell suddenly passed by, it was an Auror!

There are still Aurors left!I reacted immediately, and then almost at the same moment, a death curse flew towards the Auror, and suddenly Daisy behind him shouted: "Randolph!"

I don't know what happened behind me at this time, but I felt a burst of warmth, and she hugged me tightly from behind, as if it came from a world of warmth.

I watched the Auror in front of me fall down, and then I turned around, only to find that Daisy's pale face showed a kind of extreme pain, blood began to flow down her chest quickly, and the hand The boy who was holding the Gryffindor sword was also pale at the moment, and he said tremblingly: "Death Eaters...don't even think about hurting the Aurors again, I want to avenge my parents..."

I know him, the kid named Neville Longbottom.

I raised my wand angrily, at this moment, Daisy's hand held me tightly again, she asked me to put down the wand, and then a painful voice slowly remembered in my ear: "Blue... Randolph... ...go home... take me home..."

"Good girl, wait a minute, I'll help you with the Hemostatic Curse, or the Restoration Curse, or the Restoration Curse..." Her blood was flowing on the ground, taking away her life every second, and I panickedly cast it on her. All the spells I could think of, but they're so weak at this moment, those spells don't work at all, they don't heal the wounds caused by the sword of Gryffindor.

"Go home, I want to go home..."

"Wait... St. Mungo, yes, St. Mungo will definitely have a way to save you there, Daisy, you must persevere, there will be a way."

Now I don't even want to know if St. Mungo will accept a Death Eater, just like I don't want to know how the kid is here and holds the sword of Gryffindor. If Qian survived, she must persevere in living.

I picked her up and used apparition to run quickly in the wind and light and shadow. The heavy rain outside fell majesticly, hitting my hair and clothes, soaking everything, and also soaking the bright red patch on her chest. The dye is even more shocking, I can feel her breathing is weakening, her life is flowing away with the blood dripping from my hands.

"Daisy, hold on, please, don't die!"

There is the whistling of the wind in my ears, I wish I could go faster, faster.

Merlin, please, don't take her away!

"Blue...blue...Randolph...go home...let's go home..."

"Okay, go home, as long as you get better, we will go home, make a cup of coffee every morning, and in the evening, sit in the small garden and watch the afterglow of the sunset quietly. On rainy days, I will read the newspaper and tell you... "

"Lan... Lan Dao..."

"I'm here, Daisy."

Her voice became lower and lower, and her hands became abnormally cold. No matter how hard I held them, it seemed that they would never be warm again.

"Randolph..."

"Yes, I'm here, please, please, Daisy, live! Don't die, please!"

This hazy and dim sky covered everything, as if even hope was buried together, the whole world was only left with heavy rain pouring down, covering all unwillingness and sorrow.

"Hold on a little longer, Daisy, hold on a little longer, we're almost there..."

"Lan..." I felt her hand lose all strength and slip from my palm, her eyes closed, and the name that was not murmured finally drifted away with the wind.

I staggered and fell into the rain. In an instant, everything in the world seemed to stop, and only her and I were left quietly, ups and downs in the wind and rain.

Daisy died, in the summer of 1996.

A long time ago, I was thinking, if we can be together, then I will make a cup of coffee for you every morning, and then sit in the garden quietly waiting for you to come back in the evening, if we have a little In the garden, when it rains, you read the newspaper, and I will watch you quietly. When the weather is good, we can ride bicycles...

The author has something to say:

Daisy is dead, and now I can answer those who want them to form a CP. In fact, the basket likes Daisy, but it has not reached deep love. Daisy is the sunshine of the basket. The sunshine is to warm people. Her existence is unconditional. To give, to love this man with a fiery heart, to love this man who she is not sure whether she likes her or not.

At the beginning, I just wanted to create a simple and warm girl. She should not be too smart or too capable, as long as she gave the hero a little happiness and beauty.