[hp] Pride and Prejudice

Artaud would go mad if he found out.

They hid in nowhere and kissed inseparably, and finally she merged into a warm current.The whole room was dripping with sweat, he was full and panting heavily, Aura lay sleepily in his arms, and saw his scars in a daze.

"What's wrong?" she asked, narrowing her eyes.

"A small scar," Harry said easily. "Perhaps you could call him a hero's mark?"

Ola covered her eyelids and strenuously went over to kiss her.

She continued, "I hope my hero won't get hurt again."

Harry hummed softly, running his fingers through her hair and smoothing it out slowly, their bodies pressed against each other.Just when she foresees the dream, his voice suddenly rang above her head: "How will you explain to Aalto when you go back? Will he be mad?"

"I don't know." She said vaguely.

Harry looked down at her, and smiled suddenly: "Last time, I thought it was Ellen who was going to hunt me down, but when I got in front of your father, let alone Ellen, you are not afraid of anything."

"You are really good at intimidation and temptation," he snorted, "so the people you pester like you so much?"

Ola slept in his arms, moaning dissatisfiedly.

He slowed down his voice, combed her hair slowly, enjoying the hard-won opportunity to get along.

"See me," she whispered, "in a few days."

Harry hummed suspiciously, shrank back and listened to her, and then smiled: "Little fool, you've come out once, do you think someone will let you out a second time?"

Others are not stupid.

The young Auror who held back his father-in-law, and the mother who turned a blind eye to wishing her daughter happiness, she was the only one who was stupid.

When Olla went back, Deborah was still picking things in the living room and said nothing.

She ate and died in the manor, and corresponded with Pan Xi by the way.

Wait until the day of the engagement, it is a sunny day.Ola finally went to Godric's Hollow in her wedding dress early in the morning. In the Potter's ancestral house next to the Potter couple's death, she wore an emerald crown made of goblins - Deborah said it was the same as Potter's eyes Very lined, looks more right.

"Deborah," Ola said, "I never thought I'd get married."

Deborah sneered: "Still stupid."

She winked playfully.

Harry packed up and walked into the hall. He was wearing a dark green dress, and his hair was neatly combed with potions, revealing the famous lightning scar. Alto glared at him angrily.

And he was talking to a few pro-Order members.

"Mr. Potter," she linked her arms, "would you like to introduce me?"

Harry smiled, "Fellman, this is my new wife, Ola Potter. Ola, this is Fellman, the head of the British Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters..."

"That is Terman, the director of the International Magic Cooperation Department..."

This may be the trouble of marrying a prestigious celebrity. This time, Godric's Hollow was full of people, not only high-ranking and powerful people, but also many wizards watching the fun, and even children living nearby. .

Her hands were numb.

Thyd and Cho also came and said they were expecting a baby, and hoped that Harry would be there to bring luck to the baby--Harry Potter was almost the lucky boy of the wizarding world.

Once again, two figures approached with drinks, and Ola forced herself to pull herself together.

"Hello……"

"Stop talking for now," it turned out to be Hermione, "you can drink some pumpkin juice first."

Harry hummed lazily, "Why did you come here?"

Ron said: "We have experience. We are afraid that you will be thirsty, so we came near the end. We both don't want to do anything after the reception on the wedding day, so we just want to go back and lie down."

"Ron is getting more and more considerate now," Hermione gave him a happy look, "isn't it?"

Ola nodded, "You are doing well."

The brown-haired woman opposite smiled even more happily.

Ola looked around, and finally saw Pansy. Her black hair was combed neatly, and she was wearing an exquisite lavender robe. Seeing Ola's eyes, Pansy came over with a smile.

"Don't bother you," Pansy said, "I see you're so busy."

Ola took it for granted: "I will not be busy when you are here."

Harry looked at her helplessly.

Pansy recalled: "You can be together, do you still have to thank me? It was Potter who pretended to be me, and then you kissed... But, it was all many years ago."

"Almost seven years," Ola said cautiously, "You and that..."

Pansy interrupted her, "The wedding is next year, Parkinson and McMillan, let's not talk about it, no one can stop me from going chic now."

She raised her eyebrows and went straight into the cheering crowd.

"Pansy looks fine," Harry murmured reassuringly, "maybe not as bad as you think."

Aura pulled her lips, and saw Theodore standing in the most remote place, he was sipping wine, and saw her eyes just holding the wine glass high, making a mouth shape: happy newlyweds.

She didn't continue watching.

Draco came over with Astoria, and he had a glass of pumpkin juice in his hand: "Thirsty? Ola."

"I'm so tired," Ola complained, took the pumpkin juice and took a sip. "No one told me that getting married is so tiring."

Astoria smiled and said, "After Ola got married, she wants to tell me and Draco what it's like to get married. Our engagement is scheduled for next year."

She agreed.

Harry froze and nodded slightly: "Malfoy."

Draco responded in a low voice, and didn't intend to communicate further.

The seven-year campus life of the two was too complicated. The young master who was proud of his family formed a bond at the very beginning. They had different values ​​and disliked each other.

Draco was jealous of him.

As for Harry, he had disliked the platinum boy's way of speaking from Madam Malkin's clothing store, and his sense of superiority in humiliating Hagrid and others.On the train, he would arrogantly classify people into different classes, and start ordering people to grab things after failing to shake hands... This is exactly what Harry hates the most.

For seven years he had felt an awful lot like Dudley, with sympathy but no pity.

"...Draco, this cake is for you," the silver-haired girl next to him said maliciously, "You dare to bully me, I haven't settled with him yet, if I knew I would have hunted him and Frey in Alto Do your best when you are in virtue."

"How?" Draco asked softly.

"It's very simple," she said with a smirk, "take a piece of cake, I have already united with George in advance, he will provoke them first, you take a piece of mixed cake and walk over, George will throw it at Ellen On the face, when the time comes..."

The two let out a low chuckle.

Recalling her first grade, Harry turned his head and said, "Bring an extra piece, please, I hope George can hit it harder."

Draco looked up in surprise.

"Okay," Astoria looked at him, dimpled. "I don't know what bad things Allen has done."

Aura nodded, and at this time she stretched out her hand again: "Brace, you look good, I heard that you have been doing work on ancient runes in Egypt recently?"

Allen in the crowd began to vomit uncomfortably. Fred patted him on the back, but he couldn't vomit anything.

"Harry," Mrs. Weasley rushed forward excitedly, giving Harry two bites on the cheek. "Great, I saw you got married. I still remember the first time I saw you. You are thin and small, and now you have become a man standing upright."

Harry smiled and was kissed twice by her, his cheeks were brightened by her kiss.

"You will know later, the happiness and troubles brought by the family." Mr. Weasley said.

"Very good," Harry said in a distressed tone, "a year ago I faced death threats from Voldemort, and I didn't even have a future. Boy or girl, no amount of trouble is as terrible as death."

Tears welled up in Mrs. Weasley's eyes, and she gave Harry another hearty hug.

Ola smiled sweetly: "Thank you very much, Mrs. Weasley, you are really kind to Harry. I remember you also went to the first project of the Warriors in the fourth grade. Harry regards you as his family."

"Harry is my seventh son." Mr. Weasley patted him on the shoulder.

Harry buried his head on Mrs. Weasley's shoulder, and let out a small, secret sob.

Ola continued to smile and shake hands.

"Why are you so sweet today?" Harry asked after they left.

Ola was in a good mood: "Just now, Furong praised me for being beautiful. To be affirmed by one beauty is the greatest affirmation for another beauty."

Harry curled his lips.

"I actually wrote to the Dursleys before I got married," he murmured, "and it was Dudley who wrote back, I'm surprised he can read... He said congratulations and said he was going on a date with a girl that day , don’t disturb the wizard’s wedding…”

Surrounded by flowers, the holy table is hot under the sun. The children’s faces are full of curiosity and longing. Shiny ring on fingertip of man.

"Happy Newlyweds!"

Three months of marriage leave is not short or long in the wizarding world, but Ola just found out that the No-Majs in the United States have just canceled their marriage leave.

"Poor No-Maj," Ola lamented, "these are the best in the world to have posted all over the place, but that's not good at all, don't you think?"

Harry lazily hummed, still holding a magazine in his hand: "Let's go somewhere else to have fun. There will be New Year's Eve fireworks here in the early morning. They say this is the largest New Year's Eve fireworks of the century."

"Boggart," Ola complained, "Americans always say they're the best at everything, especially after winning a fight with a country called the Soviet Union."

Harry laughed suddenly: "Wait a minute, Ola, we'll see if it's true."

He was lying on the soft bed in the hotel with his bathrobe still hanging on his body, revealing his half-opened wheat-colored skin. Harry pursed his lower lip and looked at her with green eyes.

Ola holds the ad magazine.

Harry took a few steps, hugged her who was sitting on the chair with no shoes and bare feet, and said hoarsely, "How is today?"

"I don't want to," Ola laughed dryly, "I always feel a little sick recently, and I don't want to do anything, I just want to lie down."

His lips touched her ear: "Did you suffer from laziness?"

She snorted in dissatisfaction, but she still couldn't stop his cold lips from touching down little by little. From the neck to the collarbone, and even deeper, Ola pinched his shoulder: "I'm a little uncomfortable."

"Okay," he sighed, "I respect you, is your mouth okay?"

"My mouth is exhausted." Ola said coquettishly.

Harry stroked her hair: "I knew that you would not be allowed to go skating. Once you start skating, you will forget to eat, sleep and forget everything. Wherever you go, you will be my athlete, right?"

"Skating is fun," she said.

The air conditioner was turned on quite warmly, and Ola sat cross-legged on a chair. She didn't like reading, and now she felt drowsy when she saw the words, so Harry told her fairy tales or jokes from the Muggle world.

"So, Snow White and the Prince are together forever," Harry read, "... Orla?"

Ola was about to fall asleep again, and she suddenly woke up: "Sorry, I just fell asleep again."

"It must be that you read it too boringly," she said dejectedly, and then smiled brightly: "Let me read it to you, and I also make Harry feel like a little prince."

Harry smiled unnaturally.

Ola took the book and casually flipped through an article: "Well, Cinderella, a long time ago, there was a little girl who lost her mother when she was young, and her father married another one, but she was bullied by her stepmother and sisters. Tormented, a fairy godmother pops up to send her to the ball, and ends up marrying the prince?"

"Why are Muggle fairy tales all about marrying princes?" she wondered.

"Maybe it's because happiness is similar," Harry forcefully explained, "but these fairy tales tell us that life needs a little adventure and hard work, right?"

Ola snorted, "I still like to read stories like the Fountain of Fortune."

When she was a child, she always imagined that there is a fountain of good luck that can fulfill all wishes, but she is not as stupid as the heroine in "The Tales of Beedle the Poet".

"But fairy tales are all false," she said melancholy, "there is no fountain of good luck in this world."

Harry smiled, "I also hope that some things in this world are fake, but not necessarily, many people think that the legend of the three brothers is true, if you find the legendary wand, the Elder Wand, blood will splatter all over the place. A History of Magic?"

"That's a legend, it's a lie." Aura said coquettishly.

"That's right," he said with nostalgia on his side face, in a coaxing tone. "How many people believe in things in legends. Pursuing infinite power is a stupid thing. Some things never belong to anyone."

"Yes." She nodded vigorously.

"The most important thing in this world, the most powerful force," he said seriously, "is love."

Ola looked at him in bewilderment.

After they'd seen all of New York, they ate something (Ola didn't have much of an appetite).The watch from Mrs. Weasley on Harry's wrist was a bit worn out, but he still wore it, and some broken hands crawled towards 11:30.

"It's almost early morning," he patted Ola's sleepy face, "Why are you so sleepy lately?"

She hummed vaguely, and her eyelashes, like butterfly wings, blinked twice, with the frost and snow of almost January.Ola struggled to squeeze through the crowd, opened his eyes, and stared at the sky flashing with neon lights.

Harry took her hand, interlocking fingers, the bracelet jostling against the watch.

"Maybe she's pregnant," a passerby's voice came from the crowd, "Generally, pregnant women will be lethargic and vomit after six weeks..."

His hands clenched suddenly.

Ola groaned in pain, and opened her eyes angrily.

Harry blushed with excitement, "Ola, have you ever thought about it, have you ever thought about it..."

"What are you thinking?" She dragged her voice dissatisfied.

His green eyes flashed with joy, "Thinking about you being pregnant?"

Ola subconsciously clutched her stomach, and she frowned, as if she still felt that she hadn't woken up from her dream.And Harry couldn't be happier, his mouth was about to reach his ears, he kept stepping on the snow eagerly, and there were some potholes on the snow.

"I don't know," she said, "Forget it, let's talk about it tomorrow."

He pressed, "Are we going to find St. Mungo's of America now? Or a hospital?"

Ola looked up, "Wait a minute, I want to watch the fireworks."

She pointed to a small sky shrouded in neon lights.

Harry sighed helplessly, but his brows and eyes could not conceal the joy. In the crowded Times Square, he carefully protected her belly, clasping his hands tightly.

The hands of the watch slowly slid towards twelve o'clock.

"Ten—" people in the square shouted.

"Three—" People became more and more excited.

"Two—" There was a group of screams in their ears.

"One—" lost his voice.

The silent sky was instantly illuminated by fireworks, and people raised their joyful faces. Whether it was a wizard, a Muggle, or a frog, all troubles were fleeting, and the magnificence of this moment could not be erased from every memory. .What will people encounter after crossing the century?The billboard on the tall building reads: Coca-Cola celebrates the 21st century with you.

Harry approached her in a low voice, and said in a shallow voice, "If he is really pregnant, he will be a child of the new century."

"Then I'm really in the sports department," Ola screamed, lost in the vocals. "I still want to fly a little longer!"

The fireworks and the human voice are together.

Harry looked at her aggrieved, "Don't you want to have a baby?"

Ola was laughing. At this time, everyone was smiling, staring at the gorgeous fireworks, looking forward to the beauty and happiness in every part of life in the future.

She abruptly kissed Harry's hand, showing her pointed canine teeth: "I have passed on the strongest strength to you."

"What?" He frowned in confusion.

"The strongest power you told me about," Aura wrinkled her nose in distress, and then smiled. "It's love."

"21st century, hello!"