[HP] Zizi Honey Candy

"Tilly, we should go back."

Qiu put her hand on my shoulder, but when she looked in the direction of my line of sight, her body froze for a moment, I didn't notice her slight change, I turned my head and smiled at her.

"Go back first, I want to practice for a while."

"But…"

"Don't worry, Umbridge won't find out." I looked towards the door, and Potter was standing by the door and looking in our direction, "Potter is waiting for you."

I insisted on doing this, but there was nothing I could do about it. I just told me carefully and asked me to go back to the dormitory early before leaving with Potter. At this time, I was the only one left in the space of Nuoda.

I think I really need some space to be alone. Cho and Marietta seem to have been following me closely this semester, consciously or unconsciously, until they make sure that I'm fine, and I finally have time to catch my breath.

Thinking... what should I think about?

While practicing the Patronus Charm today, I racked my brain to recall some happy memories, but the wand just spit out some silvery white mist, as if overnight, my Patronus disappeared.

Obviously I have learned the Patronus Charm, but I can't remember what the memories I thought of back then were.

"Call God to protect you." I chanted the spell lightly, and as expected, it was still just some mist, even lighter than before.

I sat on the sofa with some annoyance, facing me was the bulletin board hanging on the wall, with the signatures of DA members hanging on it, and various photos were pasted around the signatures.

From the first time I noticed this bulletin board, I was intrigued by one of the pictures.

In the photo is a handsome boy with black hair and gray eyes. In the photo, he is smiling slightly with the corners of his mouth hooked. When I see this smile, my eyes can’t move from this picture Moved on photo.

"Qiu, who is he?" I was eager to know who he was, and there was an inexplicable sense of familiarity welling up from the bottom of my heart. I thought I must know him.

But I don't know why, while feeling familiar, my heart is also throbbing slightly.

Qiu didn't answer me, I turned my head with some doubts, she stared blankly at the wall, as if she was shocked.

"Autumn?"

I yelled again, and she came back to herself.

"What...? Sorry, he's Cedric Diggory, do you remember?"

"I know, one of the warriors of last year's Triwizard Tournament." I nodded, no wonder I found the name familiar, "He... was...killed by a mysterious person. That day was really chaotic, and I even Knocked down and into the hospital wing."

I tried to recall the scene of that day, but all I could remember was screaming and crying, and then my memory was like fragments, and the next second I woke up in a hospital bed in the hospital wing.

"Yes, yes, you were knocked down to the ground and passed out. Mary and I were almost terrified." Qiu's eyes flickered.

Qiu's reaction was very strange, but I just thought she was brooding over what happened that day, and didn't think too much about it.

Cedric... I said the name silently in my head, and it sounded more fluent than Digory, as if I had called this name many times before.

All my impressions of this name are limited to one of the warriors of last year's Triwizard Tournament.

But I could hear everything about him from a lot of people, he was a Hufflepuff prefect, he was the captain of the Quidditch school team, he was a gentle and polite boy to everyone.

I tried to search my mind for any memories of him fighting a dragon in the first match of the Triwizard Tournament and successfully freeing the hostages in the second match.

The strange thing is that for the second game, I don't remember the process at all. I clearly remember who the hostages of the other three warriors were, but I don't remember who his hostage was.

"I believe You-Know-Who is back." When Potter was questioned by most people at the beginning, I found him and said to him, "I believe in you, really."

"...Thank you, Miranda." Potter paused, "But... why do you trust me so much?"

I opened my mouth, but didn't know how to answer his question.

Yeah, why would I trust him so unconditionally?

"Maybe... because of witnessing death." I said calmly, and the moment I finished speaking, I was sure that I saw a trace of sadness in Potter's eyes. It was a big blow to die, but even so, he did a great job of honoring his house."

"...Digory? Maybe, but what about you?"

I?

I'm a little confused. I don't know what he's referring to. Is it the feeling about the return of the mysterious man, or...another thing?

Potter seemed to want to say something to me, but he was quickly pulled away by Hermione, and as they left I heard Hermione tell him "don't try anything".

...

In the last year of school, I almost only stayed in the library except for eating and sleeping. I rejected the idea of ​​​​Cho and Marietta who wanted to take me to Hogsmeade. Not so interested in Hogsmeade anymore.

Even Honey Dukes, my favorite, hasn't been there for a long time.

In this way, I have not eaten candy for a long time, since when did it start?It started when I was in sixth grade.

I like sweets the most. Every time I see candies, I feel like crying. I still remember when Philip gave me a big bag of Zizi honey candies when I was in the sixth grade, but when I saw the packaging I couldn't help but shed tears when I picked up the bag.

Afterwards, I never touched it again.

Cho and Potter broke up, I patted her on the back to comfort her, and listened to her intermittent crying, which made me think that Potter is such a big bastard, that he would make girls shed tears.

The hand I wanted to wipe away Qiu's tears just stopped in mid-air, as if once, I was like this too, I was made to cry by a boy.

I sat on the bed and cried loudly. I have never cried so badly before. My whole body was shaking, and I was crying so hard that I couldn't breathe. I even cried until I couldn't cry anymore.

But I don't remember a time when I did this at all, I don't even remember a boy I was attracted to, in Marietta's words, it was a failed school life.

Maybe I'm really only suitable for living with books.

Tilly, you should try to have more contact with boys.Qiu persuaded me so.

And then, waiting to be heartbroken at the end?I said it jokingly, but I saw Qiu showing a sad expression, I thought my words reminded her of bad memories, but she just shook her head and hugged me tightly.

At the end of the semester, a big thing happened. Principal Dumbledore passed away. I didn't expect to experience such an event in the last year of this school. In the seven years of school, I can experience two things. matters related to death.

I suddenly felt that I really wanted to stay quietly in someone's arms for a while.

...

A long time ago, Morgan mysteriously handed me a bottle of pink potion, and she told me that it was an enhanced version of the love potion developed by the Weasley brothers.

I opened the lid and sniffed its smell. It is indeed a very successful improvement potion. It can let you smell all the smells you like, but... I frowned halfway through the smell.

"Any questions?" Morgan asked nervously.

"No, no, it's good," I said, "I can clearly smell parchment, wood, cream, candy...and, sage."

"Then why are you frowning?"

"I don't know." I really don't know.

I sniffed it again, and it was the same feeling, my nose was almost filled with sage, even overwhelming any other smells, and my heart twitched.

I don't know why I am so obsessed with it, but I almost never want to leave this smell.

"Morgan... When the new potion is on the market, give me a bottle."

...

Before leaving school, I was once again at the door of the Room of Requirement.

Pushing open the door is still the place where DA meets in my impression. Neither the bulletin board nor the position of the seat has changed. I know that the Room of Responsiveness can satisfy all your fantasies, so I know that what I am looking for must still be there. land.

I kept looking at the bulletin board. I haven't been here for more than a year, but I haven't forgotten the look of the people in the photos.

I lightly touched the photo with my fingers, and the cold feeling spread from my fingertips to my whole body—how could it be warm?

Why do I always care so much about this photo?

"Can you tell me why?" I asked softly, but how could a photo answer my question?He still just stayed there, smiling slightly at me.

I can remember everything in my textbook but nothing about you, if I ever catch a glimpse of you in the hallway I bet I won't.

While packing to go home, I rummaged through the deepest part of my closet for an item that shouldn't be in my closet.

When Cho came back, I just stared blankly at the Hufflepuff scarf in my hand, which had CD written on the bottom.

Everything in Qiu's hand fell to the ground, she took the scarf from my hand, but even so, she couldn't resist all the questions in my heart, she couldn't answer all my questions, she just sat there and cried ,keep crying.

Tilly, you shouldn't have to suffer through this.She cried and hugged me tightly.

In the end, I didn't ask any more questions. I was a little scared, afraid of knowing the truth behind these things.

...

After graduation, I entered the Ministry of Magic as I wished, and became Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement a few years later.

In my first year at the Ministry, Potter defeated Voldemort, and I was determined to join that fight.

I feel that I have to go back, and I have a vague feeling that there must be someone who has the same idea as me.

When Voldemort fell to the ground, everyone was cheering and screaming. I turned my head to share my joy but found that there was no one around me. I didn't interrupt my thoughts until Qiu ran to hug me.

I am not married, my original words are to enjoy the time alone more, and the friends around me did not persuade me too much, they know that I will not change my mind easily.

It's just that every now and then, my head will have a faint pain. I thought it was because of the recent overwork, but under Hermione's constant urging, I came to St. Mungo's for an examination.

But what the therapist said surprised me a bit. He told me that my headache was caused by the oblivion spell, and because the caster's ability was not mature enough, the effect of the magic power was gradually fading in the past few years.

"I can lift it for you at any time if you wish."

do i hopeFor so long, I have actually vaguely guessed what it is, but I am always afraid, afraid of what I will become after recovering my memory.

After listening to my words, Qiu didn't say anything, but silently hugged a box.

I opened the box for no apparent reason, and there were all sorts of things in it: hairpins, bracelets, a badge that read "Cedric Must Win," a signed photo of Cedric, a stack of letter paper that said "To my dear." Seid"...

"Tilly, I have kept these things for you all these years, because I know that one day you will come to me because of this matter." Qiu said, "The person who cast the spell is not someone else...it is yourself."

I was stunned, but Qiu continued on.

"You couldn't accept his death. You kept crying on top of him. Several people couldn't pull you away. You passed out from crying. We sent you to the medical wing. But when you woke up, you didn't say anything, just I kept crying over there, always blaming myself, blaming myself for being incompetent, blaming myself for losing my temper with him..." Qiu's eyes were red and his voice choked up in the middle of speaking, "While we go for you When you were picking things up, you wrote a note asking us to hide everything about Digory for you, and when we came back, you had forgotten all about yourself, but..."

"It's just that I forgot to tell you about the existence of that scarf." I said calmly, Qiu nodded with tears, "It's okay Qiu, I can accept it, it's been so long."

That's why my heart aches when I see his picture, why I can't summon a Patronus, why I can smell sage.

I personally erased everything about him, about... the most important existence in my life.

I went to St. Mungo's again, and when I opened my eyes again, I was in tears.

I still overestimated myself, and the memory flooded into my brain like sea water, I just felt like I was about to suffocate, and my heart hurt like it was about to be torn in half.

"Calling God to protect you." I just waved my wand for a long time, and this time I successfully summoned the Patronus Charm. The Newfoundland Hound sat obediently in front of me, wagging its tail at me.

My tears burst again.

...

Cho and Marietta thought I was going to have another meltdown, but I just showed up at the office the next day like no one.

I am no longer a child, and I can't forget my current situation because of some personal emotions. I still have my own responsibilities to do.

I had a letter from Potter saying there was something he wanted me to see.

When we arrived at the appointed place, it was not anywhere else but the principal's office, and it seemed that some magic props were being cleaned up.

Potter led me into the back of the room, he opened the curtain, and a mirror stood inside.

"It will be taken away tomorrow, and I think you might want to see him again." Potter said softly to me.

I walked slowly to the mirror, and on the top of the mirror was written - what I show is not your mirror image, but your inner desire.

I looked into the mirror with trembling lips, and the shadow that had appeared in my mind more than once actually appeared in front of me.

He was wearing school robes and a Hufflepuff scarf, and there was light in his gray eyes again.

I put my hand against the mirror, and the man in the mirror grinned at me, and stretched out his hand to me, and his hand overlapped mine.

"...Sed." I finally called out the name I hadn't called out in years.

When I called him, he seemed to smile even brighter, just like I remembered.

I covered my mouth with my left hand, trying not to let myself cry out, my shoulders began to tremble, he seemed to be stunned for a moment, and wanted to reach out to wipe my tears, but he couldn't touch me at all, stretched out His hand just stopped in mid-air in a daze.

He still smiled at me, he knew that my favorite was his smile, but there was a trace of helplessness in the smile.

Potter didn't know when he backed out, and now it's just me and him.

I babbled about what had happened in the past few years to him, and said everything I could think of. He didn't say a word, just looked at me with a quiet smile.

"If I'd been a little bit unreasonable in the first place, maybe you wouldn't want to go to the game."

"Sorry for forgetting you for so long."

"I can summon my Patronus again, a Newfoundland hound just like you, and it's like you're by my side again."

"Don't worry about your parents, I will take good care of them, and they treat me like their own daughter."

"I used to think, what would we be like now if you were still here?"

I don't know how long it has passed, but I can't think of anything to say. I just look at him, wanting to see his every move, wanting to keep all his expressions in my heart.

"Sed, I miss you so much," I said to Potter one last time before he entered the room.

Before I followed Potter out of the room, I took another deep look behind me. The big boy was waving at me with curved eyebrows.

Goodbye, Seid.I said in my heart, then turned my head cruelly, and didn't look back again.

...

When the former Director of Magical Law Enforcement passed away, the funeral was full of people. She made a lot of contributions to the Ministry of Magic in her life, founded many foundation associations, assisted in the removal of all the remnants of Voldemort, and was respected by the people. and love.

It's just interesting that after she died, it wasn't Terrelia Miranda that was engraved on the tombstone, but Terrelia Diggory.

Terria Diggory

Daughter, friend and wife