[HP] The Tweed River flows

In my impression, my grandmother has always been in good health, and I have never even seen her get sick.But as if overnight, the smiling figure working in the kitchen disappeared.

Grandma is a little tired.

Grandmother is not feeling well.

Grandmother is sick.

Grandmother died.

I stood there in amazement, watching the torrent of the world rush past me, watching my life change beyond recognition overnight.The powerful grandfather seemed to be crushed in an instant, becoming weak and old; the busy mother stopped all work and hurried back from school to take care of everything; the little uncle Alger shut himself in the room and refused to eat Don’t drink, refused to come out for several days; those who came to condolences came and went like a black tide, with the same expression... The thick black covered the blue curtains of Ravenclaw’s house, making everyone feel sad. A suffocating mourning and silence filled the room.Grieving people forced smiles, but unrelated people pretended to be sad.

I didn't dare to show my anger, for fear that I would show even the slightest expression of not mourning, and I would wear black clothes and cower in my room all day long.The first time I faced death was the death of my own relatives. If I had been more sensible, I might have felt that kind of deep grief, but at that time I knew neither love nor death.The distance between life and death is so close, it only makes me feel infinite panic and confusion.

Grandma's funeral was very grand.The first time I officially walked out of the Ravenclae gates was at my grandmother's funeral.

"Remember, stay here and don't move."

My mother settled me in a chair and went to make other arrangements.I just sat on a chair bored by myself, blankly watching all kinds of people coming and going.It was cold, and my black cloak was only a thin layer, and I got up and walked around to warm myself, and came back to find that the chairs had been removed, and I had no seat.I found another seat myself, and at this moment, a teenage boy with a mouse face sat down next to me.He obviously just came with his father's generation, except for his black clothes, he didn't feel too much sadness.

"I said, funerals are such a hassle, aren't they? To sit here all day and do nothing," he said easily, clearly just trying to pass the time.

"Ah."

"Did you come with your parents too?"

I hesitated and said, "Yes."

"Do you know whose funeral this is?" He asked in a low voice, and for some reason, he looked a little smug.

"Hmm," I muttered vaguely, already regretting leaving my seat.

"who are you?"

"Helena."

"Who is Helena?"

"I..." I panicked at that moment, who am I?What should I say?No one but the Ravenclaws know of my existence. "Well... I'm a Ravenclaw. This is my grandmother's funeral."

"Oh, sorry, I don't know," he showed a look of surprise, and retracted his casual look just now, but still did not show real sadness, "but if you are from the Ravenclaw family, why have I never heard Have you ever said that? To some extent, we should still be related. Helena...Helena..." I suddenly became very nervous, and I didn't know how to explain it. He ignored me and murmured, suddenly His expression brightened: "Oh, oh, I remembered, are you the one in Austria—"

"—Helena!"

When I heard someone calling me, I was startled and turned around, and saw Alger walking towards me quickly, I didn't hear the second half of the boy's words at all in my haste.

"Helena, why are you here? Your mother has been looking for you for a long time!" The little uncle walked up to me, looked down at me and said, although his tone was very severe, I felt a lot more at ease.

"I wanted to move around and couldn't find a seat," I argued, sizing him up.In fact, it was the first time I saw him in so many days.My little uncle is only five or six years older than me, and I treat him as my elder brother a lot of the time, and never confuse him with uncles.But at this moment, sadness and exhaustion made him look much older, with shadows under his eyes, thin cheeks, pale face, and dark blue stubble on his chin.

"Come with me, your mother is very worried about you..." The little uncle scolded me and was about to take me back to my mother, then stood up to block the annoying mouse-faced boy, and said, "Thank you, but no need, Patrick, you Just stay here."

Then we left together.

At this time, another boy with a gloomy face walked up to the boy named Patrick.

"Who is that little girl who was talking to you just now? Do you know each other?" He asked, pointing to Helena's back with his eyes.

"No, she said she was from the Ravenclaws," Patrick said, frowning. "Have you ever heard of a little girl named 'Helena' in the Ravenclaws, Barrow?"

"No," the boy named Baro looked back and said thoughtfully.

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That day is a mess in my memory.Even sitting in a chair all day without moving like I do can be exhausting.But despite this, I lay on the bed and couldn't fall asleep for a long time.Even after attending the funeral, my grandmother's death still felt unreal to me, and I felt like I still couldn't accept the fact that the person who would have smiled at me and handed me a cookie had passed away.

"Helena, are you still awake?" My mother appeared at my door with a candlestick.

"Mom," I exclaimed in a low voice, the first time she walked into my room.

"I think tonight...you might not sleep well...so...I'll come and see you," she said intermittently, and as she approached, I realized that her face was pale and haggard.

I immediately made room and she sat on the edge of my bed.

"Are you scared?" She whispered, holding my hand, but her hand was actually colder than mine.

I nodded wildly.

"Me too," she said, breathing slightly shaky.At that moment, I seemed to see something on her face that I had never seen before - fragility.

"I just went to see your grandfather, and he's a little...a little...difficult to take. Maybe it'll get better in a while," she murmured to me, but it was more to herself.The faint flame of the candle was reflected in her eyes, flickering.She closed her eyes hard, then opened them slowly, but more tears came down.

"Are you okay?" I asked timidly, and I squeezed her hand hard.I don't know why, but my mother's tears scare me even more than when I say goodbye to my grandmother's body.

She closed her eyes again, shook her head, tears flowed down her beautiful face, she held me tightly in her arms, and for the first time in her life, she burst into tears in front of her daughter: "Mom has no mother..."

Warm tears dripped onto my pajamas, and a pang of belated sadness slowly overwhelmed me, making my eyes sore and swollen.Maybe it was at that time that I suddenly felt that if there are two people who truly love me in the world, then one of them has disappeared forever and completely.

Later I told my little uncle how I felt at that time.

He raised his eyebrows and looked at me in surprise, and looked unhappy, "Helena, what's going on in your head at such a young age?"

Many days have passed since the funeral, and the family is still lifeless, as if all the vitality and joy in the family have left with the grandmother.Especially my grandfather—I never expected him to become like this—the death of my grandmother seems to have killed half of him. After more than a month after the funeral, he was getting more and more depressed day by day, as if he had no interest in the world. Don't care about anything anymore.So the matter of my going to school was put on hold indefinitely, and it was not until nearly a year later, when I was ten years old, that the pressing question was reluctantly revisited, and once again caused an uproar.Although I don't know what the final result will be, I am vaguely aware that this will be the first major turning point in my life.The question is, is it good?or bad?