[HP] Once Upon a Time in England

-1979-

"Like this gift, Hyacins?"

Cornelia brushed aside the glowing silver silk to reveal a gorgeous opal necklace: "People believe jewelry can win a woman's heart, I personally don't think so. It doesn't matter if you win or not, it's enough to trap. "

She was gasping for breath, her face was flushed, dripping with sweat, and a painful moan escaped from her throat.

Four enchanted iron chains performed their own duties, locking her hands and feet firmly to the bed.As she struggled, the chains rattled and the bedposts creaked under the weight.Cornelia sat down beside the bed in a hurry, and gently brushed her messy hair: "Does it hurt? That's right...you are only a child at such a young age." She wiped her hair lovingly. Sweat, tone reproachful, but hands slipped from her cheeks to her swollen belly——

Hyacinth spat in her face: "You're dreaming! Cornelia, you'll never touch my baby!"

Cornelia corrected with a low smile: "It's your and Black's child." She wiped off the drool on her face indifferently, and tapped Hyacinth's lips with her index finger: "Maybe Black likes to pamper your child." Capricious, but I don't like it. You have a lot to learn, Hyacins, but I'm sure you're smart enough to remember it quickly, don't you?"

"Go away!" She screamed hysterically, struggling, and resisting. The bedpost shook dangerously, as if it would collapse at any moment, "Stay away from me and my child! Or I will kill you! If you dare to hurt us, Sirius will never let you go!"

Cornelia calmly tossed the towel back into the basin, and waited calmly for her to completely lose her strength and submit to the power of the shackles.

"Poor girl." She looked down at her pityingly, "We planned to make them believe that you were killed half a year ago. Sirius couldn't find you or your body, so he had to bury you in his heart." .Even if he doesn't die in the war, he'll just marry a new girl and spend his life with him. You're not someone important, Hyacins, and no one's going to spend their lives trying to find out what happened to you. Understand?"

"Lie!" She scolded, the pain was so painful that she wanted to die, she saw the darkness and the god of death.

"Hyase is dead," Cornelia thought thoughtfully, "then... what should your name be?"

Her tongue tasted blood, and she smelled death.

How could a dead person continue to walk in the sun.

"He's had so many wonderful women around him—Marlene MacKinnon, Amelia Bones, Dorcas Meadows, Mary Macdonald. How long do you think he remembers you?"

"you shut up!"

"He forgot you, so you forget him too."

-Now-

Everyone has another name they use to disguise themselves.

Morgara Parkinson, who should be called Hyacins White by now, went from unpardonable felon to extenuating victim overnight.

But the darkness is hidden in her heart, and the shadows are entrenched in her dreams. Wanting to be forgiven and relieved is a sad thing to go back in time.

"Tell me the story of this photo," he demanded, with a touch of softness and joy in his tone.

The little girl in the photo was waving a rose and laughing, and she also had gray eyes, only darker than her mother's.Calculated according to the time, she should be seven years old, and she had been quietly hidden in her mother's belly when her parents separated.

"Her name is Edharuo, and Ada is her nickname." Now that she tried her best to deny it, she looked at the photo and felt that telling the truth might protect her instead.

"This is you and her?"

In the photo, she is a little younger holding a young baby, her smile frozen on the film, ready to melt into tears at any moment.She asked the photographer to develop two photos, one to keep by herself and one to stay with the baby.

"She's our child, and I named her after a star in the constellation Canis Major," she said. "This was taken after the mysterious man washed the orphanage in 1980. She was sent away a few days after that."

She had no choice, dared not and could not take the risk.She can't protect herself, so how can she raise her daughter well?

"It was Cornelia who delivered me at Parkinson Manor." The more painful the memory became, the clearer she was, "She didn't cry or move when she was born. Cornelia thought it was a dead baby. It's been too long, she might have suffocated. So she dumped her on the bloody bed, gave me a bottle of recovery potion, and went to work... I bled a lot, but thank you for the medicine, I'm still sober enough to hold a baby..."

Sirius tensed and froze, she could see it and feel it.

Since he wants to hear it, then she will come one by one.Anyway, these pains should not be borne by her alone.

"I didn't know what to do, I thought she was really dead. She spit out choked amniotic fluid and blood when I lifted her upside down and patted her, and then she started crying weakly, like a kitten. She It shouldn't come back to life, Cornelia is still eyeing it, if she finds out that the baby is alive, what should I do... I can't protect her at all, instead of letting her fall into the hands of the Death Eaters, I might as well do it myself But just when I was about to strangle her, she suddenly opened her eyes. Do you know, Sirius? She has your eyes. She can't laugh or speak, but she just looks at it unconsciously. With me, I can't do anything anymore..."

His body was shaking so badly, she wanted to comfort him, but reason prevented her from doing that.

"later--"

"Hyatings," he begged quietly, "don't say it yet."

When he raised his head, she realized that his eyeballs were frighteningly red.He didn't cry, it was just blood, blood clotted with anger.

"Later I sent her back to the orphanage where I stayed. The matron there was not nice to her, so I had to keep sending her money. On the night the Dark Lord attacked the orphanage, a little girl I knew well I secretly took her to hide and escape. I realized that Rozier would know of her existence sooner or later in the long run, so I made up my mind to entrust her to Mrs. Barmer's care." She finished the story cruelly, " I haven't seen her since."

There was a lot of blood on his hands, mostly from Death Eaters.The smell is warm, bright red and sticky.He relied on blood to wash away the trumped-up charges, and his surname is the original sin.The rebellious son of the Black Family, the traitor of the Order of the Phoenix, when an already dangerous person falls in love with another suspicious person, their love is naturally not blessed.So rumors spread like poisonous vines, both to him and to her.

Now, in the eyes of others, he can be regarded as a real hero, a strong fighter.But he can't protect them, and he doesn't even know about their existence. Is this a hero?This is a joke.

"Where is she now?"

She gave an address, and her gaze gradually became hollow: "She doesn't remember her mother, nor does she know her father, are you sure you want to bring her back? Leave the peaceful town and go to this strange place?"

"She is my child, our child." Sirius found her rhetorical question a bit absurd, "She belongs to our world, and should stay with us—"

He stopped talking bluntly.

stay with them?like now?The mother, who is still not cleared of the crime, is in charge of supervising her father.Not to mention that between themselves, lovers are not like lovers, strangers are not like strangers, and even her identity is still recognized by the law as "Mrs. Parkinson". He hasn't had time to ask her about her marriage with Edmund.

It was like a blow to the head, instantly shattering the desire he had just ignited.

She Shi Shiran told him the second bad news: "Ada is a squib."