[HP] Once Upon a Time in England

-1981-

Broderick Bird secretly went to meet Edmund Parkinson.The Ministry of Magic believes that the latter has an ambiguous relationship with the Death Eaters, and they hope that Bode can persuade Parkinson to introduce him to a Death Eater, and then plant a chess piece next to the mysterious man.In order to avoid eyes and ears, Parkinson carefully set the meeting place as his own home.

"It's a pleasure to meet you," Parkinson nodded, "I already know why you're here."

He asked him to sit down and poured brandy into a glass with ice cubes.Bode stated his purpose again, but Edmund was not in a hurry to express his opinion.He drank glass after glass of strong wine leisurely, and the words he said went around but never fell to the point, as if it was just a small talk.

Bode had already prepared himself mentally, knowing that this negotiation would not be easy.But after drinking a few more glasses, he was still gradually distracted.In the empty mansion, a woman recited a poem softly in a trance:

"My heart, haunts islands and dark shores. There Melancholy comes no more near, and time forgets us; in a moment we are far from roses and lilies, fire and sorrow; if we were really white birds, in Up and down the waves."

"This poem..." Bode propped his forehead with his hands, and for a moment he couldn't remember who wrote it.

"She sounds like a nightingale, doesn't she?" he asked Bird, with a look eager to show off for the first time. "Come with me, Mr. Bird."

wife?

Bode regained consciousness a little.He knew that Parkinson was married, but such a complacent tone...was it a lover?

Edmund led him to push open the closed door on the left.Blank or full of paper is scattered inside, and countless picture frames are densely hung on the wall.Black and white, color, crying devil, laughing Jesus.For a while, it is peaceful and peaceful, and for a while, you want to live and die.Bode felt dizzy in the colorful split world, he quickly looked away and looked forward.

The woman walked towards him from the photo, wearing a long dark green dress, her long flaxen hair was pulled behind her head, revealing her slender neck, her gray eyes were like two lingering clouds of smoke.

Bode slowly opened his eyes: he had seen her.In another person's words, in another person's photo.

"What's the matter?" She was holding a book of poetry, and her skirt was stained with paint.She turned to Edmund, ignoring Bod.

"This is a friend visiting for the first time, and I want him to meet you."

In a drowsy state, Bode looked at those eyes and lost his mind: "So you also read Yeats's poems, madam."

She looked at him in surprise, then bent her lips and smiled: "You like it? Then take it."

With no refusal from Bode, she forced the collection of poems into his hands.

In the blind spot of Edmund's sight, she watched him silently pleading with her lips:

help me.

-Now-

She was very irritable.Sirius pressed her down, forcing her to reveal the secret in her heart.She did owe him something, but that didn't mean she had to repay it according to his wishes.What's more, once the secret behind this is revealed, it will ignite the line of fire.So she softened her voice, fighting for room for maneuver: "You let me think about it, I can't remember."

The more she tried to avoid the point, the more suspicious Sirius became.He has countless guesses, but the only answer can only come from her mouth.He was familiar with those materials and knew what kind of evil deeds were hidden in Rozier Manor.When Rozier was responsible for those evil deeds, he took it for granted, but now she was added to the people who paid for them, which immediately made him no longer want to think about the blood stains sealed in those files.

"Then let me tell you what you remember."

He was as distraught as she was, and though he was used to hiding his pain and silently licking his wounds, he couldn't fake it forever.Now, the emotions that have built up over the past few years seem to have reached a tipping point and an outlet is desperately needed.

Someone once gave him a painting as a testimony of love.He had kept that painting for years, and it was his only consolation in those dark days.Through a piece of paper, he saw the frozen hustle and bustle, light and shadow, and the past... Now the facts slapped him and told him that this was just your wishful thinking.

She married someone else, threw herself into the arms of a Death Eater, and stood completely on the opposite side of him, as if she had been cursed with oblivion.

She didn't want to think about it, and she didn't care.

Staying put is only you.A complete fool.

"You might as well tell them to hurry up and make Veritaserum," she taunted, still relentlessly, "that will make it easier for you, and it will be easier for me."

She was still protecting the notorious Death Eater.

He hit harder, turning her head hard, forcing her to look him in the eye.She took a light breath of cool air painfully, and then there was a slight flustered struggle in his palm.

"Does that remind you of anything?"

How about saying something he doesn't want to hear?

"His life is not bad." She sighed and said slowly, "Good means that the mysterious person no longer reuses him, but still trusts him; bad means that his heart is dead."

Sirius was extremely calm: "Have you seen him?"

"A few times," she replied, "the rest are just hearsay."

"I don't care about Regulus." His fingers stroked her chin. "Say what I want to hear."

She looked into his eyes, then moved her gaze to the ceiling: "She will be here soon."

"Rozier?" Sirius smiled lowly, "It's impossible for her to break through here."

"Rozier is a madman," she reminded him. "Is there anything a madman can't do?"