[HP] The Order of the Phoenix Family

1.

"It's just a deal, I'm not joining your stupid organization," Snape said.

"Yes, Severus." Dumbledore agreed, "but since you already work for the Order of the Phoenix, maybe you would also like to trust the Order of the Phoenix to handle your affairs?"

"I have nothing to keep." Snape showed his white teeth at him, "or someone who can accept my things."

"They always need a master eventually," said Dumbledore.

Not wanting to waste any more time, Snape scribbled, only two or three lines, and finished it quickly.Dumbledore treated it equally, rolled it up and stored it in the place where everyone's suicide notes were kept.

"Aren't you going to take a look?" Snape asked.

His intention may have been sarcasm, but it sounded like he sincerely hoped Dumbledore would do it, and the headmaster thought he might be able to guess why: the people Snape really decided to follow wouldn't care about his will. A personal, trivial matter.He may have realized it when he decided to join Voldemort, but when the shadow of death became so real, no one could completely ignore it.

"I can take a guess," said Dumbledore. "You chose to leave the estate to Hogwarts, didn't you?"

Snape snorted and looked away.

"There's nothing there anyway, and you'll be disappointed."

Dumbledore couldn't tell him how many young people he had seen as he was now, with the fear and determination to ignore it in the language of his body.

"I'm sure not," he replied.

(When re-forming the Order of the Phoenix, he kind of hoped that Snape would change his mind, which of course didn't happen)

2.

"Do it again?" said Moody gruffly. "Is this a test, Albus? Who do you suspect I'm impersonating?"

"You worry too much, Alastor." Dumbledore replied, "It's just collecting everyone's suicide notes as usual."

"This kind of trick can only scare those young boys!" Moody's fake eyes rolled his eyes, "Do you still want to do this with me?"

"You understand the importance of rules, Alastor."

"What did I write last time?"

"It's well preserved, but if your mind changes—"

"There's nothing to change," Moody interrupted. "Derwent Foundation, that's it."

He walked out of the room without looking back, his wooden claws banging on the ground, and Dumbledore watched his battle-hardened friend go.He was not surprised by Moody's choice. The older Auror was never married, had no children, and had only a few distant relatives who rarely interacted with him. He devoted all his energy and part of his life to the battle, but left all his inheritance to Derwent Foundation.Established in the name of former Hogwarts Headmaster and St. Mungo's Master Therapist Dailies Deventer, the foundation aims to help children who have been harmed by war and the Dark Arts around the world.

"You're softer than you'd like, old chap," murmured Dumbledore.

3.

"Looks like we're going to do it again," Sirius said, as he and Remus sat at the dining table in the old house with quills, ink, and parchment in front of them.

"Given that my father passed away last year, I'm going to need some revisions, though I still have nothing left," Remus said. "What about you, Padfoot?"

"You know how I plan," Sirius said. "I haven't checked the Gringotts account yet, but it's almost certain that Harry will go from a rich kid to a super rich kid after my death."

"What he really needs is you, and all the money in the world can't afford it." Remus warned his friend, he had already seen that the prospect of being trapped at No. 12, Grimmauld Place had begun to make Sirius have crazy thoughts.

"But money is also important." Sirius glanced at him because of the meaningful silence, "Why? If you had seen Harry staring at the fire, you would have woken up too. He thought he His happiness is not worth so much money, maybe when his money becomes more, he won't think so."

Remus nodded, knowing better than Sirius how much trouble could be blamed on poverty.Sirius was just getting the hang of it.

"I intend to leave the property to SPEW, if I have any."

Sirius didn't realize it for a while, "...You mean, Hermione's small organization that can probably get a hand including Harry and Ron?"

"Although there are still some problems in the way, she is trying to speak out for injustice." Remus replied, "She is very smart and will find a way in the end. I hope I can help."

"You're such a nice guy, Moonface," Sirius sighed.

"I don't accept flattery from men unless they invite me to dinner," Remus said solemnly.

4.

"Ready?" George asked.

Fred began counting down, "Three, two, one—"

"Mom!" they said at the same time, and laughed.

"I also wrote to ask her to buy herself extra things," Fred said.

"You think I can't?" George asked back.

They exchanged suicide notes to compare with each other, and the text was almost identical, except for the last part where George wrote "cream" and Fred wrote "mask".

"I haven't thought of a good joke for this yet," Fred said, rubbing his chin. "Have you got an idea, George?"

"I was thinking about a word you misspelled," said George, "and what Mom would buy from it."

"You're a sucker," said Fred. "I think we'd better just buy her."

"Pretend to be an anonymous suitor and make dad jealous."

They laughed and looked at each other in unison.

"I'm a little sorry for Mama, but if we have to use them, they must be together," said George.

"You look like we're French," Fred sneered, but nodded.

5.

"If you need witnesses, you should call McGonagall," Snape said.

"Minerva's troubles are enough, and I don't want to add my imminent death," said Dumbledore, pushing a piece of parchment in front of the young teacher, who looked straight ahead without even glancing at it. It glances.

Snape sneered, "Yeah, because it's so small that she doesn't even notice it."

"Ah, to me at least, it's kind of life and death," said Dumbledore amiably.

He waited quietly until Snape finally couldn't help it (it took much longer now than it used to) and reluctantly picked up the paper.

"Apart from making the will come into effect, is there anything I can do here?"

"Sword of Gryffindor," Dumbledore replied, while Snape had finished reading it all.

"What do you want me to do?" Snape asked sullenly. "By then Potter will just want to stab me with it."

"It's mostly a hint, and I guess Minister Scrimgeour won't give it to Harry lightly, and frankly, I'm not in a position to decide either. The sword belongs to Hogwarts," said Dumbledore. "We can discuss the details." Adaptive, My Portrait will keep a close eye on developments."

Snape snorted in approval.In the past six months, he has not been as cynical as before, and Dumbledore has received a lot less complaints about Head Slytherin bullying students from other houses. He hopes that this is spontaneous and not affected by anything.

"I'm starting to feel sorry for you," Snape said suddenly. "At least, my death still belongs to me."

The principal just smiled.

(End of the article)