[HP] Once Upon a Time in England

"Our son was raised by my side until he was one year old, and then Cornelia came as promised and took him away." Unlike telling the story of Ada, she no longer concealed her words, and her attitude was so calm that she was almost indifferent , "Like other Death Eater children, he is a long-term resident of White Castle and grew up under the black smoke cloud created by Rozier."

Sirius lowered his eyes slightly, he fulfilled his promise, and listened to this horrifying story with quite a calm posture: "Does he know his own life experience?"

"Yes. Very clear. Rozier allows me to stay with him for a week every year, starting at Christmas and ending on his birthday." After a pause, "He should also know that you are his father, but he pretends not to know .”

"What do you mean?"

"Rozier concealed his life experience and allowed others to acquiesce that he is her child." There was a smile in her words, "He is Rozier's heir in everyone's eyes, not only will take over White Castle, but also Take over everything that belongs to Rozier. Including her ambitions, her plans, and her thoughts."

"You said earlier that Rozier was ambitious, and you implied that she wanted to replace the Dark Lord." Sirius' voice gradually deepened, "What role will our son play in this?"

"I said, her heir." She smiled slightly, "Cornelia's brilliance is that she doesn't care about blood relationship, which also makes her different from all other Death Eaters, as well as the Dark Lord himself. The only thing she believes in is strength. In her opinion, a perfect heir needs to be strong enough to continue her unfinished business, and this person does not need to be related to her in the slightest-you know what I mean? "

"So she chose him? In addition to him being a ready-made option, I think one of the reasons is...he is my son." Sirius searched for clues from distant memories, "She used to worship Bella, yes Right? Although she has trampled Bella under her feet now, she hasn't forgotten that feeling, right?"

"That's right. Cornelia is very interested in the Black family. She likes the mystery and madness hidden in Black's blood. Of course, there may be 'nobility', although she refuses to admit it."

"Then why did she go to great lengths to trap you in her hands?"

She raised her eyes, and the former lover and today's resentful spouse looked at each other for a moment: "She, like you, is a person who loves to remember the past."

He raised his eyebrows.

"Olivia is missing, her father is dead, Regulus is in a slump, and the people who gathered around her back then are few and far between, and the remaining few are no longer close to her for various reasons. Although she is powerful God, but lonely." Complaints aside, she thought Cornelia was pathetic and hateful, "She found in me the feeling of intimacy she used to have, so she didn't ask me to do things for her because she I don't have time to take care of or my superior ability, but because I give her a feeling of walking side by side."

"In fact, she forced you. It's ridiculous." Sirius's mind was not on Rozier, "Continue with what you just said - what happened later? When did you see our son again? "

-1981-

She was allowed to hug the baby, a warm, soft little ball.He lay obediently in her arms, looking very calm: "I've been waiting for you, Mom."

He looked straight at her, and she could feel the warmth and desire contained in it.And through his face, she clearly saw the shadow of Sirius.

What should she say?Should we cry or laugh?She couldn't make any sound, the only thing she could do was hug him helplessly, the child hugged her neck affectionately, and sniffed her mother's breath like a puppy: "Do you miss me, mom?"

"I think, of course." Her throat was stuffed with a ball of cotton, and she could only spit out vague sentences.

"I love you," the two-year-old whispers, "I miss you too."

But she couldn't protect him.

She hugged the child tightly, and big hot tears fell on the child's cheeks and wet his hair.She dreamed of him many times, and the little child called out to her mother.But he is different from the dream, he is too mature and calm.The innocence that belonged to the child was carefully obliterated, and she knew whose handwriting it was.But she couldn't even protect herself, let alone protect him under her wings.

"Don't cry." The child hugged her neck, wiping her tears with his soft hands, "Mom, I don't want to see you cry."

"Remember what he is now." The silent instigator had seen enough of the drama, "If you love him, if you don't want him to become what you don't want to see...then obediently listen to me."

Stop thinking about running away, stop trying to contact anyone.

Give up all hope, accept all despair.

Forget your past, forget who you are, as if you have died once.