[HP] Once Upon a Time in England

It is a beautiful thing to be loved.

It would be even better if it could run throughout.

Hyacinth walked into the kitchen and looked at the mountain of ice cream on the table.Harry and Ada sat around the table, cheering and unwrapping the cartons to taste the delicious food.

"That's why you sent me back first?" Sirius hurried away after bringing her back from the Ministry of Magic.She thought he had some secret mission, but she didn't expect him to go shopping in Diagon Alley, "They can't eat so much." She reminded helplessly.

"I know." Sirius looked at the happy children with a smile, "but I'm not sure which one Ada likes, so I had to buy a box of each."

"It's nice to have money." She couldn't help but taunt, "How many Galleons are left in your vault? Is it the last one?"

"I forgot to tell you, I later inherited all the property of the Black family."

She was at a loss for words.Hyacinth was too lazy to play tricks with him, but Sirius stopped her when she wanted to walk away, and offered a box attentively and cautiously: "This is for you. Chocolate flavor, with yogurt and chopped almonds. I don't know if you like it." dislike……"

His tone was a little uneasy, and Hyacinth was stunned.She looked at the familiar carton with the logo of Florin's Cold Drink Shop, and didn't know what to say.Harry always loves to add to the chaos, he saw that there was an ice cream in Sirius's hand sharply, and immediately shouted: "Look what I found—"

"That's not for you." Ada pushed him firmly on the chair, "It was a gift from my father to my mother."

The gift... Sirius' heart trembled slightly, and he looked at her uncertainly, and she was also looking at him: "Really?"

"Yes." He suddenly figured it out, why is he so anxious to think about what to do in the future?Let's talk about things later, can't we just enjoy today? "I want to make you happy."

"Thank you." She blinked quickly, opened it and took a bite in front of him.

Maybe she hasn't eaten ice cream at all in the past seven years.Sirius thought suddenly.Will she have the leisure to visit Diagon Alley?Wearing that opal necklace, I'm afraid she hasn't been anywhere except the Parkinson's, the Rozier's and the White Castle?

He felt that he had been very depressed, but in comparison, he seemed quite free.

"Your plan against Rozier," she asked suddenly, "who will know?"

This is not a secret, so he generously revealed it to her: "At present, there are only a few of us, and we will tell Dumbledore and other people in the three teams after we confirm it."

She bit the spoon and nodded thoughtfully.

Sirius suddenly had an urge to raise his hand to rub her hair, and then kiss her forehead.Fortunately, what she said next poured cold water on him in time.

"Watch out for little Barty."

-1979-

Cornelia skipped over all the data on Hyacinth's physical examination report, and her eyes fell directly on the bright red mark in the urine test column.

She smiled and traced the plus sign with her nails, leaving an imprint on the paper.

"Put out the cigarette." She turned her eyes to the window, and Edmund stubbed out the cigarette and turned around irritably:

"what do you want?"

"Tomorrow you go to the same hospital, use the Imperius Curse to control a...what are they called...a doctor, and bring them here."

"You want this baby to be born, don't you?"

There was obvious anger in his voice, but Cornelia laughed happily: "Why not?" She waved the thin medical report with some excitement, vaguely seeing the birth of a perfect plan, "Do it cleanly, and don't let the Ministry of Magic notice it. Modify the person's memory afterwards, send it back, and don't kill anyone."

"Killing is what you like to do, not me." Edmund took a few steps closer, "What would the Dark Lord say if he knew that his beloved Cornelia missed the chance to kill a Muggle? "

"Just tell me, Edmund." Cornelia didn't care about his threat at all, "go to the Dark Lord, he will welcome you. I also hope you join us, and you know why."

Edmund's face darkened a little.He never thought of becoming a Death Eater, and it was a fatal mistake to be entangled by Cornelia, not to mention that he has not received anything in return:

"After that child is born, she will be useless to you, right?"

"Who said that?" Cornelia asked confidently, "I have my plan."

"This is different from what you promised me, Rozier!"

"Okay, Edmund, don't be angry." Cornelia smacked her lips indifferently, "It's impossible for you to get her, but I have prepared some other compensation for you."

"What?" he asked warily.

Cornelia smiled and made a farewell gesture: "Come to me tomorrow afternoon, you will know."

-Now-

This is not your home.

The White Castle has beautiful scenery, and Rozier has shaped the Baroque style here with excellent taste, and its third floor is even more luxuriously decorated and extremely publicized.The Dark Lord believed that the purer the blood, the nobler it was, and naturally it deserved better things.

Pansy was told she couldn't go home for a while.Although she had visited here before, the little girl couldn't help crying in a low voice in the face of the unknown.She was instinctively terrified, perhaps because it happened so suddenly this time.

She wanted to go home very much. She had been waiting for her father to pick her up and leave since she was sent here.However, her father did not specify the return date when he sent her here.He just smiled far-fetchedly, said goodbye to her mechanically, and said nothing else.

"Come over for dinner." The older child greeted her.

"She's making too much noise," the pale blond-haired young Malfoy chided in annoyance. "Can someone tell her to shut up?"

"Who's going to play with her for a while?" the older child asked helplessly, looking at the children who were around Pansy's age one by one.

Little Crabbe and Little Goyle stood firmly with Malfoy. Seeing this situation, Theodore Nott quickly sat down at the dinner table, and the Greengrass sisters and Millicent unanimously decided to pretend not to see—who They are not willing to take care of this crying little tear bag.

Pansy wiped her tears and snot, crying like a gossamer: "I want my mother."

Or Dad, she didn't want to be here anyway.

"Why are you crying?" Little Malfoy muttered, "There's something wrong."

"Let her cry. No matter how much you cry, you won't be able to go home." The new boy pulled out a chair and sat down by himself.He didn't usually appear here, so he immediately attracted the attention of other children.

Pansy wiped away her tears, she had a little impression of him.Although he couldn't remember his name, Pansy knew that the boy was the young master of White Castle and Rozier's heir, and everyone agreed that his status was higher than theirs.

"Why did you come here today?" Little Malfoy stepped forward and asked.

"I'm willing." The boy said perfunctorily, "Have you cried enough? Sit down when you cry enough. If you keep arguing, I'll ask someone to send you to live on the second floor."

Pansy shuddered - although she was not a long-term resident of White Castle, she also knew who lived on the second floor: those ants.

Children born in the nightly singing on the first floor are only worthy of being ants.They were destined to die for the Dark Lord's great cause from birth.

The steaming dishes on the table looked delicious.Pansy couldn't help swallowing quietly, she had been frightened and frightened for the past few days, so of course she couldn't care less about eating.Now that she stopped crying, she realized that she was already very hungry.

However, her eyes unconsciously fell on the rose on the left hand side of the boy.It is bright red and very attractive.

"You like it?" the boy noticed.

Pansy nodded timidly.

"I like it too. I asked them to pick it this morning. The rose greenhouse in the garden is mine." He showed off in a flat tone, which attracted a burst of envious eyes, "Do you want it?"

He handed the rose to her, Pansy was flattered, she looked at the boy, he was watching her with encouraging eyes.

Pansy stretched out her hand cautiously, but the boy withdrew his hand suddenly when she was about to touch the flower:

"Don't even think about it." There was no smile on his face, even sarcasm, "It's not for people like you."