[HP] Once Upon a Time in England

Rozier set the meeting place at a remote and desolate Muggle cemetery.Freed from the suffocating darkness of Apparition, they were standing on the snow-covered path, the stars glimmering faintly against the dark blue sky.The golden street lamps illuminated the empty church foyer, and faint carols could be heard from the distant village.

"Happy New Year."

She smiled faintly: "Thank you for coming here with me."

"Want to go in and have a look?" He invited.

"Okay."

The light was split into strands by the rose window, illuminating the altar and the organ.They sat down on the row of benches at the back, and she took out the Bible in the dark box in front of the seat, turned directly to the Book of Job, and whispered: "'You will be able to forget the pain, and even if you think about it, you will surely forget it. Flow away like water; your life is like the brightness of the sun, and in spite of the gloom, it is like the dawn."

Sirius recognized her overtones.

"I like this sentence." She observed his expression secretly, "It makes sense."

"I don't believe in religion, and my taste is vulgar." Sirius took the book in her hand and flipped through it, "My aesthetics is limited, and this sentence is my favorite: don't disturb my lover, wait until she wants."

This time she didn't avoid his gaze: "Ada feels that she is different from Harry. I have no reason to ask you to do that, but... If she came to this world and was out of place, she might as well never have been there."

"We'll discuss this issue after you come back." He remained motionless.The corners of Hyacinth's mouth were slightly bent down:

"She won't let me come back."

"I will come to take you and our son home, this time you won't wait long." Sirius grabbed her hand before she opened her mouth, he knew that it would be too late if he didn't say anything now, "Back Is it okay with me?"

She remained silent, letting him hold her hand.

He held it tightly, as if he was afraid that she would escape: "It's not just to give the children a complete home."

Sirius knew she could understand him.

"What you miss is the Hyacinth of seven years ago, not me." Sensing Sirius' momentary numbness when she heard this, she smiled wryly again, "You are no longer who you used to be."

Time and space were shaken by her words, and the page when they first met many years ago seemed to have just been turned.He is the dream lover of most girls in Hogwarts, but he never disdains romance, and arrogantly allows all the hearts to be broken to the ground.She appeared in the corner of his splendid life, without a glimpse, but made him look sideways.

She listened to him complaining about the twisted family on the quiet back hillside, and the breeze blew her hair into a mess like a whooping willow. He couldn't help smiling, and at the same time heard his own heartbeat.

Clumsy temptations, immature misunderstandings, abrupt confessions, practice-style kisses, endless lingering, this is like a perfect fairy tale, but all the stories came to an abrupt end in that wrong summer.

The initial passion quietly dissipated, leaving only sourness.She looked at him quietly, with sadness and pity in her eyes.

So, he lowered his head, and after seven years, he gently and sadly touched her lips that also lacked warmth.

She didn't resist, and even raised her hand to stroke his hair.But the tenderness at this moment didn't last long, and he soon felt her fingers trembling slightly - this was due to the pointer getting closer to twelve o'clock.

"I should go." She pushed him away hastily.

The path leading to the cemetery was blocked by a short iron gate, and she signaled him to stop there: "You go."

"Can you give me a chance to start over?" He held on to the snow-falling fence gate, his hands numb from the cold, "After you become free as Hyacinth."

In the end she still didn't give an answer.Sirius watched her turn and walk towards the cemetery, alerting the bats that roosted in the shadows.They fluttered their wings in a hurry, and the black shadows circled under the dark sky, reflecting the gloomy cemetery, accompanied by the mournful and cold chirping sounds, like a road of no return.

She stopped on this road of no return, looked back at him, and silently urged him to leave with her eyes.

She crossed rows of snow-covered tombstones and walked deep into the cemetery, leaving dark footprints behind her.From the dates engraved on the moss-covered granite steles, she guessed the stories of their lives through ordinary names.

This is quite strange. Before and after death, people can't escape their speculated fate.

Finally, she stopped in front of a tombstone.The tombstone was old and broken, and it was evident that no one had visited the dead man.But under the tombstone, there are traces of new repairs, as if someone had destroyed the tomb of this person.

She struggled to decipher the faint stone inscriptions:

【Federica R, 1937-1960】

There are no sacrificial rites, no detailed dates of birth and death, and even surnames are abbreviated into one letter.

But she knew her.

She sneered in her heart, and at the same time heard a familiar voice: "It seems that you found my mother's tombstone."

Cornelia Rozier came from a cloud of black smoke. The bats smelled the dark aura entrenched on her body, let out a strange scream, and gathered into a group to circle around them.

"You learned a few tricks from your master." She straightened up and looked at Cornelia, the other party's eyes were dark and stern:

"She gave me three things, one is life, the other is pure blood, and the third is the necklace."

"Where did you leave it?" She frowned in disgust, partly out of distaste for the necklace, partly because of the magic that made it: ancient black magic, which usually required something ghastly as a material , so that the spell can be strong enough.

"It's useless for the time being," she said quietly. "Why did you come back yourself, Hyacins, when you got away?"

"Don't call me that."

"Then what do you want me to call you? Mogara? Mrs. Parkinson? Miss White?" She smiled softly, "Or... Ida's mother?"

Shocked by her words, she raised the corner of her mouth: "You know everything."

"It's a bit late this time. But don't worry, I'm not interested in a small squib." Cornelia reached out to her as an invitation gesture, "Go and meet your son. You are absent from the annual Reunion, he's upset."