The leader of HP arrives

The sun shone through the thick dark clouds into the narrow window, casting a mottled spot on the ground, like a small piece of broken ice forming on the ground.

Sirius curled up in the corner of the cell, the iron fence divided the space in front of him into long and thin strips, and the dementor's black robes flashed one by one in such thin strips.The sound of waves beating against the rocks could be heard faintly from outside. The temperature in Azkaban will always feel cold. This is a temperature suitable for keeping fresh, no matter the dead or the living. Sirius took a breath of hot air. With the pale water vapor slowly dissipating in the air, it is inexplicably associated like this.

The air in Azkaban also seems to become viscous and solidified at this temperature, turning into a transparent liquid similar to the texture of toad mucus. It came from another time and space, and it seemed to come from an illusion in the brain.This kind of air gets into the lungs through breathing, flows into the body along the blood, and then turns into a transparent solid like ice cubes and stays in the brain, slowly freezing the thoughts into a gray ice cube .

Sirius coughed silently, and noticed a cockroach crawling out from the cell wall, it was a very narrow wall crack, the cockroach pressed its body into a thin piece, and squeezed out with difficulty, Like a drop of melted chocolate sauce.A man who has lived in Azkaban for ten years has enough imagination, especially when it comes to food.The drop of chocolate sauce swelled up on the wall again, turning back into a cockroach.Sirius blinked his dry eyes, watching the cockroach trek through the long corridor and into the opposite cell.

There was a slight chewing sound from the opposite cell, and Sirius subconsciously felt a little nauseous, but his stomach was already used to the emptiness, and there was nothing he could vomit out.Rodolphus is such a disgusting guy, Sirius muttered in his heart, but his eyes returned to the wall of the cell.Muggles always say that if you find one cockroach in your kitchen, there are ten thousand cockroaches out there that you can't see.But there are always very few cockroaches in Azkaban, and even mindless insects like cockroaches don't like the company of dementors.

Sirius inspected the cell for the last time, but there was still no trace of insect activity, so he could only give up and close his eyes, letting himself fall into a boring sleep.Sleep is the main content of life in Azkaban, and it is also the most luxurious content. Under the influence of dementors all the year round, Sirius is easily immersed in nightmares, and the continuous nightmares in one night can exhaust all the energy in his body. Not much strength left.But long-term insomnia will also consume the poor food and energy every day.

The baby's weak crying, Bella's licking, Rodolphus' prayer, Regulus' heavy breathing, Sirius struggled a bit, he knew that he had once again fallen into a familiar nightmare, but he still didn't wake up.This was the first year of Azkaban, and no one knew that Bella was pregnant before going to prison, not even herself.The food in Azkaban was poor, a piece of brown bread, or a bowl of vegetable soup, this kind of food couldn't even feed a house elf, how could it feed two people.The poor child was buried in the corner of Bella's cell.

When he lay on the fence and looked out with difficulty, Bella always leaned against the wall with difficulty. Her arms were as thin as a dry branch, and the bulge of her stomach could hardly be seen under the black skirt.He hadn't seen other pregnant women, but even so he instinctively knew that a pregnant woman's belly shouldn't be so flat.Perhaps the child was already dead, and that would be a good thing for Bella.But old Lestrange was dead, and Rodolphs' younger brother was probably in danger. Bella's cheeks were swollen, but her eyes were bright.

"This is the last Lestrange, a pure-blooded Slytherin." Bella's voice was very soft, coming through the semi-frozen air of Azkaban, it sounded distorted and weird, like a girl in an opera. The wail of a madman before death is like the scream of a lady.Bella was unwilling to abandon the child, and Rodolphs lost weight even faster. He only ate a crust of black bread, or drank only a sip of clear water from the vegetable soup.In corners where Bella couldn't see, he also ate cockroaches, bedbugs, and even gray moss growing from cracks in the walls.He began to lose a lot of hair, and then started eating his own hair.When Bella found out that she was pregnant, he struggled to squeeze half of his arm out of the fence and handed the food into Bella's cell. shoulders and stroked Bella's flat stomach.

Regulus' cell was also connected to them, and sometimes Bella could eat three pieces of black bread, perhaps because of this, the child in her stomach survived with difficulty but tenaciously.The baby was born on a cold night, and Rodolphs had made a lot of preparations, including torn coats and accumulated water.The child was born very small, pitifully small in the cold moonlight, with huge eyes staring like an ugly house-elf.

The first life born in Azkaban, an innocent and pure new life, a pure-blooded Slytherin wizard, is known to no one but the Blacks and Lestranges.But even if such a miracle is announced to the world, who can believe it?

The plan was perfect. At that time, I was leaning against the fence, looking at the child in Bella's arms from a distance.After the child is born, Bella's body will gradually become healthy, and perhaps the food will be more scarce, but he can also try to get the black bread to the opposite cell.You can even turn into an Animagus form yourself, so you can save more food.

But they all ignored one crucial thing. This is Azkaban. They have long been accustomed to the cold and terrifying torment of dementors, and they have already abandoned the joyful and happy memories in their lives. No wizard allows A dementor is close to an innocent new life, so no one ever knew how attractive the soul of a newborn baby was to a dementor.

Sissy, it was Bella who named the child, which made Sirius think of Narcissa, the happy bride in white gauze in Malfoy Manor.Sissi died, and Bella strangled her own child to death, and sacrificed this pure and innocent soul to the dementors in exchange for everyone's lives.

Sirius struggled a bit, and woke up from the nightmare. The night of Azkaban came very early, darkness had already covered everything in front of him, and Bella's cold and crazy expression in the dream was still vaguely visible.Sometimes, he had to wonder if this pure Black family witch really had a heart in her chest.Risking her life, insisting on giving birth to a child, but being able to kill such an innocent life with her own hands, has she ever regretted her choice or hesitated about her choice?

If that child survived, would he also have the black hair of the Black family, or the brilliant blond hair of Narcissa, and her eyes would be black or blue-gray.Sirius gasped for breath. He felt cold and painful. Although he couldn't see what was happening outside, he could feel that several dementors were silently passing through the long corridor, bringing a kind of terror muffled smell.

He heard Regulus' deep gasps and Bella's low sobs again. These voices were mixed together, like nightmares and realities. They twisted into his mind, like a poisonous snake into him. in the chest.If, if I hadn't been in Gryffindor, if I hadn't been in Slytherin, if I hadn't been in the Order of the Phoenix, if I hadn't been Potter's Secret Keeper, if—

Sirius tightly clenched the buttons on his chest, he didn't want to continue thinking about such a possibility, but such thoughts seemed to be forced into his brain, lingering.What if, what if, from the beginning, what I believe in, what justice I stand for, what if, from the beginning, they are all wrong?What if the sacrifices I made, the price I paid, were all wrong?

In the long torment, the happiest memories of Hogwarts school days, the warmest memories of the Potter family, and the most precious memories of the Gryffindor foursome have all been reduced to the food of the dementors, and the joy that once was has gradually become A sharp knife sharpened by pain repeatedly tore the wounds of the soul.When these happy memories of the past are discarded one by one, when the past happiness is eclipsed, what remains are only those obscure and dark memories, those details immersed in the dark corners of Black's old house, the mother's cold and arrogant tone, and the family tapestry. The name of the head that had been burned off, the head of the house-elf in the empty corridor, Bella's sickly frenzied eyes, the Dark Mark on Regulus' arm.

A ray of indifferent light came in from the window, casting a small spot of light in the corridor, Sirius blinked his dry eyes, and realized in a trance that he had lived another night.He has lived through countless nights of such suffering, and will live through more nights of this kind of suffering. With difficulty, he raised his arm and carved a mark with his nails on a wind-eroded brick.Every time the sun comes in through the window, he will engrave such a trace, and now there are 650 traces.

Several wizards in Oro's uniform walked in, and Sirius recognized one of them, Rufus Scrimgeour, head of Oro's office, one of the few wizards who had proposed a trial against himself.There are very few wizards in Azkaban, and most of the time only when the prisoner dies, Oro will come in to collect the corpse.He didn't know where these corpses ended up, maybe they were randomly thrown into the sea, or maybe they were exchanged with expensive ransom for those former pure-blood families.

Sirius licked his lips, and made a hoarse sound from his throat with difficulty. He hadn't spoken for nearly ten years, and he almost forgot how to use human language.He heard a very strange voice, hoarse and strange, pronounced a vague name, "Rufus Scrimgeour."

Obviously Scrimgeour also heard the name, the black dragon leather boots stopped in front of the fence, the owner of the name squatted down, and asked in a kind voice as much as possible, "What do you need, Sirius?"

what do i needSirius's brain was slow to think, ten years of torture had severely damaged his memory and intelligence, so much so that he had to recount the scratches on the wall every morning.what do i needSirius took a hard breath and finally remembered the name, "Narcissa Malfoy—"

Scrimgeour was silent for a while, then sighed softly, "She has passed away, not long after you were imprisoned, I'm sorry, Sirius."

Sirius stared blankly at Oro's red hair in front of him. He struggled to understand the complicated grammar of the other party. Narcissa died. He heard the sentence clearly, but he couldn't understand the meaning.He felt his dry eyes begin to become moist, and a sore and swollen pain clearly spread, and he took a few breaths, "Harry——"

"Harry Potter is fine now. He's living with the Weasleys—" Scrimgeour reached into his pocket and pulled out a copy of the Daily Prophet, which he'd been planning to bring to Sirius.He has known Sirius for many years, and he is one of the few wizards who firmly believes that Sirius did not betray the Potter family, but his controversy was not taken seriously by the Ministry of Magic, which made him always feel inexplicable guilt towards Sirius.

There was a striking photo printed on the newspaper, the child of the Weasley family, with striking golden-red hair, who knew it was Arthur's son without looking.Sirius blinked, and a cloudy drop of liquid hit the photo. Standing in the middle of the Weasleys' house was a black-haired boy wearing black glasses. This was James' son, who was almost the same as him when he was young Exactly the same, except for those green eyes.

Sirius wanted to twitch the corner of his mouth, but his eyes froze, and he saw a mouse, a fat, ugly gray mouse, perched on top of the Weasley boy's head like something that must have been ridiculous. Gray leather hat.A flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in his dull brain, and he stared at the mouse's missing paw. He knew this mouse, or he knew this person.

A strong emotion filled his chest, he heard the whistling of the dementors circling, he heard the spells of the Aurors driving the dementors away, he heard the crisp sound of paper being torn, but he could no longer pay attention to these sounds .

"I'll give you the qualifications of the secret keeper, and I'll go out and lure them away, so you can take the opportunity to leave here."

"You must promise, Peter, or we will die here sooner or later. But you have to remember, if you dare to betray James, no matter how far you go, I will kill you with my own hands."

What if, from the beginning, what I believe in, what justice I stand for, what if, from the beginning, they are all wrong?What if the sacrifices I made, the price I paid, were all wrong?

He looked straight out, saw Regulus looking at him through the gap in the fence, and across the gap in Oro's battle.He hadn't seen Regulus for nine years, and since the night Bella's child died, Regulus had never left the shadow of his cell.The man in front of him was thin and pale, with black hair hanging down to the ground in a mess, and his unusually red lips looked like a dying vampire.Sirius clenched his fists suddenly, a burst of intense pain almost made him feel suffocated, a drop of bright red blood slipped down Regulus' finger, the crimson color was like his bright red lips.

Regulus—he silently called out this name, the voice exploded in his chest, and he began to have auditory hallucinations again, he heard a broken voice coming from his body, and a cloudy tear fell on the tip of his nose .