[HP] Once Upon a Time in England

"No matter who she is, I will not be soft on someone who has a lot to do with the number one fugitive from the Ministry of Magic." Edgar made a decision, "Let someone else take your place."

"I won't--"

"This is an order."

Obedience is a vocabulary that any subordinate or soldier must keep in mind.

"Okay." After only a few seconds of delay, Sirius gave an affirmative answer.

The expected resistance did not come.Edgar was a little surprised, and couldn't help but glanced at Sirius with relief: he had finally learned not to act impulsively, which shows that war is always the most unforgettable lesson.Of course, in this war, he lost too many things.

He understood Sirius' momentary loss of control.

One is the suspected reunion of old friends; the other is this wrong occasion.

Slowing down his voice, Edgar asked him to go back first: "Harry is still waiting for you, right?"

But the time had slipped past midnight, and the child had probably fallen asleep in disappointment.

When they knocked on the door of the Dursleys' house, the couple looked extremely ugly.

"An accident happened again in London," Vernon asked directly, "Is this related to your group?"

"An attack by Death Eaters."

"An attack." Vernon repeated his words, stroking his beard angrily, "Then what shall we do? Didn't you say that someone has been looking for him? Then he comes back every year, don't we Dangerous? We don't want to blow ourselves up like his parents did."

If Harry in his arms had not fallen asleep, Sirius would have made Vernon pay for his last words.He desperately suppressed his anger: "You have received additional protection from the Ministry of Magic."

While they were talking, Petunia stood sternly behind Vernon.Penny didn't seem to have any feelings for the group of people they were talking about that had killed her sister.

"Extra protection? I don't see any extra protection. I—"

Sirius couldn't bear it anymore and turned around to leave.Dumbledore had repeatedly warned him not to hurt the Dursleys, otherwise the couple would still be standing there babbling.

Harry woke up dazedly as Sirius carried him into his crib.

"Happy birthday, Harry." He kissed his godson on the cheek. "Let's have cake tomorrow morning, shall we?"

"But you were late last night." Harry whispered aggrievedly, "You promised to pick me up at night."

"Didn't the Dursleys let you cut the cake?"

"Yes." Harry paused, "but it's Dudley's."

Sirius didn't know how such a young child could accurately distinguish between "Dudley's" and "mine", he concealed his sadness, forced a smile on his face and pulled the quilt up for Harry: "I'm sorry, it's about the Order of the Phoenix, I can't leave Open. I will spend my birthday with you next year, okay?"

He made all kinds of promises to Harry year after year, day after day, but failed again and again.Harry seemed used to the Godfather's never-kept promises, and he was more interested in something else: "Have you caught the Death Eater, Sirius?"

"Got it." Sirius turned off the light and patted Harry's head, "Go to sleep."

"Are you going to the Ministry of Magic tomorrow?"

"want."

"Can you take me?"

"of course."

"Sirius," Harry said again in the darkness, "when are you going to take me on broomsticks?"

When Harry was very young, probably less than three years old, he took him to play with a broom once.It was really just a toy broom for children to play with, but Harry clearly had it firmly in his mind.He has a natural yearning for flying, for Quidditch, for the sky, or for freedom.

"When you grow up." Sirius suppressed his bitterness and comforted him, "When you go to Hogwarts, you can play on a real broomstick."

"Hogwarts...I want to hear stories about Hogwarts!"

"Okay." Sirius complied with Harry's request tolerantly, "In Hogwarts there is a ghost named Peeves. It is mischievous and is not afraid of anyone, even Professor McGonagall can't do anything to it , but Peeves is obedient to another ghost..."

At the beginning, the child listened to the story with his eyes open, asking a few questions from time to time.Gradually, he fell asleep, muttering to himself in his dream, kicking the quilt playfully.

Sirius tucked in the quilt for Harry, turned off the light and went back to his room.

In too short a time, they only had time to leave a photo.He went to the table and picked up the photo frame. He thought it was a specimen of his love, but...

Parkinson, Rozier.

The two surnames overlapped into a new shadow in his mind, weaving into old nightmares.