[HP] Years Whisk

Narcissa wakes up in a loft in Diagon Alley.

It has been raining outside for two days.This is the bad thing about the UK. Once it enters the rainy season, the sky is always overcast. No one can predict when the rain will stop and when it will continue to fall.

She originally planned to take advantage of her free time before school to go shopping in Diagon Alley.But it was trapped here by the sudden heavy rain.Narcissa patiently stayed in the most luxurious hotel in Diagon Alley and waited for two days, but the weather still didn't look like it was going to clear up.This made her a little discouraged, and she was no longer ready to wait any longer, and her desire to shop was swept away.

Forget it.Narcissa lay on the window sill of the hotel and thought, maybe Merlin didn't want me to 'waste' the money at home, that's why the rain kept falling.She yawned, and was about to retreat to the bed and sleep again, but out of the corner of her eye, she saw a very familiar figure outside the window.

That is - "Siris?!" Narcissa was a little surprised.She rubbed her eyes, only to realize that it was not her illusion.

With his back to her window, the child stood alone under a big tree in the courtyard below her hotel.He was only wearing a pajamas at home, and his whole body was already soaked.Narcissa saw him breathing lightly on the back of his hands, rubbing his hands and looking up at the canopy above him, hoping that the branches and leaves would help him block some more raindrops.

Narcissa hurriedly put on her clothes, held an umbrella, and ran towards Sirius under the tree.

"Siris?" Narcissa asked cautiously standing behind the child.

"Sister Sissy." When the child turned his head, he was a little surprised, but in an instant he grinned at her from the bottom of his heart.

Narcissa discovered that he was in worse shape than she had imagined.His whole body was soaked by the rain, and the rain fell on his face drop by drop along the broken hair on his forehead.His expression looked confused and embarrassed, like a child who lost his way, and like a migratory bird who didn't know his way back.

Narcissa hurriedly took his hand, dragged him into the hotel, and dragged him to her room.

She took out the towels and heavy woolen blankets in the room all at once, and while putting the woolen blankets over his body, she used the towels to absorb the moisture from his body.

"Why did you come here by yourself dressed like this? How dangerous! What if you get sick?" Narcissa was a little anxious and worried, and she couldn't help but blame her in her tone.

Sirius just silently let Narcissa wipe it for him.He was a little dazed, as if he didn't feel the rain all over his body, but he just silently hugged the blanket on his body to keep warm.

"I saw it." Narcissa heard his low voice after a long time.

"Father... and mother" his tone was almost inaudible, like a drowning fish, he confided to Narcissa with difficulty: "They put on black wizard robes and happily It was like going to a dinner party. But when he returned at midnight, he was covered in blood.

"I... am no longer a child who doesn't understand anything. I probably know what they did.

"What they did at night was probably the same as what they did to Maxa.

"Although... I have never seen them kill with their own hands. But sometimes there will be some people who feel very uncomfortable in the family. They will flatter their parents and look at our family furtively. ornaments.

"I overheard their conversations with my parents. They praised my parents, saying that my parents deserved to be 'forever pure' Black, who led other wizards so boldly to teach Muggles a lesson. They Said that those Muggles don't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth, and they only become wise when they see blood.

"I don't like those people who come to my house. Those people's expressions are flattering, their tone is exaggerated, and they are obviously not sincere. Why do father and mother believe what they say?" He paused for a long while, Continue to speak.

"Last night, through the crack of the door, I heard those people suggesting to my parents to take me to their 'events' and let me see the world in advance. I saw my mother's expression seemed to loosen. I don't want that Do, so I turned out of the window while they were not paying attention. But I didn't know where to go, so I followed my memory to Diagon Alley, which I had visited several times. After that, I met you.

"I don't understand, Sister Sissy. Why did they do this? Our lives have no intersection with those Muggles. Why can't we live in our own worlds, but insist on killing each other?" Sirius said in his tone. Full of confusion and pain.

Narcissa gently stroked Sirius' hair.She originally wanted to say: You are too young to see the persecution of the wizarding world by Muggles.Although we live in different worlds, we live on the same land.The resources of this land are limited, and with the increasing number of muggles, the living environment of wizards is becoming more and more precarious.People are always full of fear of things they are not familiar with, and the large-scale extermination of witches in the Middle Ages was not just a joke.It was the war at the time that forced the separation of the Muggle world from the wizarding world.

But when she thought about it, she couldn't help laughing at herself: What's the difference between such an idea and that of the Dark Lord?

Wizards and Muggles, who have the same origin but evolved into two branches, should have been able to mutually benefit and complement each other.

There are many magical potions and rare objects in the wizarding world, but the population is sparse and the economic development is slow.Although the Muggle world doesn't understand those "magical" magics, it has a richer history and culture. They have a large population, and their technology and that of the wizarding world are also two systems that can complement each other.

There is no such distinction as 'who is more honorable and who is more humble' between such two parties, and there is no obligation of 'who is stronger than whom, and who should protect whom'.Those 'blood theory', 'devil theory' and so on are just excuses for the people who started the war.

The great obstacle that really stands between Muggles and wizards, in the final analysis, is fear.

The fear of any party, first of all, comes from the unknown.

Due to the unequal information, the two sides cannot understand each other well. This kind of unknown will easily lead to misunderstanding, thus causing estrangement and confrontation.

The second possibility is because of the huge difference in strength.If one party can easily cause a devastating blow to the other, then this deep feeling of being threatened will also make the two parties unnaturally hostile, and thus move toward confrontation.

But no matter what, it is wrong to stain your hands with the blood of people who don't know each other and who have neither hatred nor hatred.Narcissa sighed softly.Those were Sirius' parents, though, and they hadn't been brought up to think it was wrong.

She thought about it and organized her words.

"Siris," Narcissa said softly, "this world is a war. So is survival.

"From the very beginning, you raced against other cells for the one and only life. You won, so you were born, and this was your reward for victory. But that was just the beginning.

"Life is never easy. Neither is life.

"This war is everywhere. You have to fight the disease, you have to fight the ugliness, and even, you have to fight the belief in your heart to the death.

"However, this war is only your own war. No one can empathize with your situation. They won't even realize that you are going through this 'war', even if your heart is already in chaos and dead everywhere.

"However, you still have a feeling. This feeling will let you know which side you want to stand in this 'war'.

"Your heart will quietly send out signals to you, guiding you in the direction you want to go. Just follow it and go on firmly. Gradually, you will no longer be confused or flustered."

"However, the cruelty of this world lies in: some things, your heart has already pointed out the direction for you. But you have to compromise with this world for various reasons, maybe even because of the voice in your heart.

"You're going to be pushed down paths you don't want to go on. You're going to do things you don't want to do.

"You think that a 'compromise' is the biggest concession you can make to the world. But many times, people, you don't only compromise once.

"As long as you have 'compromised' once and tasted the 'convenience' brought to you by this 'compromise', then it is very likely that there will be a second or third 'compromise'...and go on until the end.

"If you're not firm enough, you're likely to become the kind of person you hate the most because of your 'compromise'.

"The most frightening thing is that at that final moment, you will forget who you were at the beginning, and why you made concessions to this world in the first place. You may even feel complacent and feel that this process of being assimilated by the world is The so-called 'mature' process.

"You will go from a victim to a perpetrator."

"So, Sirius." Narcissa cast a warming spell on her cousin, and concluded softly: "I can't give you an answer, because there are no absolutely correct answers to many things. Your own answer, You have to ask and seek from this world by yourself. However, I hope you can listen to your inner voice more. If you can, firmly walk on the path you think is 'right'. Or, when bowing your head to this world, Always keep in mind your ultimate direction. If you can’t do these things, then choose to do something you will not regret, and after you do it, absolutely, absolutely do not regret it.”

"Then, since this world is so cruel, why are we still alive?" Sirius raised his head to look at Narcissa, his eyes reddened.

Narcissa didn't answer right away, she looked out of the window, and it was rainy again.Under the gloomy clouds, the rain was thin and dense, coupled with the sea breeze blowing from the Atlantic Ocean, it seemed a bit chilly.Narcissa saw outside the window that on the trunk of the big tree where Sirius used to hide from the rain, the bird's nest of an unknown bird was blown away by the wind, and a bird that looked bigger was trying to freeze the two The shivering cub tucked under its wings—even if it didn't add much warmth. "Probably because, in this world, there are always some things and some people that are worth living for." After a long while, she seemed to be talking to Sirius, but also seemed to be talking to herself: "Maybe we can I only do a little thing. But this little thing can still make our loved ones feel a little bit of kindness in this cruel world.

"I think that we live so tremblingly and humiliatingly, probably in order to let our loved ones feel a little bit that this world is worth living.

"If even we ourselves have given up on this world and our efforts to improve it, then how cold and hopeless this world would be."