[HP Deer Dog] Speed ​​and Magic

James at the funeral looked completely different from other people in peacetime. His messy hair drooped obediently, he was dressed in black, his face was sullen, and his eyes were lowered as he listened to the priest muttering prayers while holding a Bible.

Iris and Clyde hugged him tightly, until James raised his hand and gave them a weak response, they let go and patted James on the shoulder, Iris said sadly: "I'm sorry " Iris's female companion didn't say a word, but raised her head and blinked vigorously at the sky.

After the funeral, James refused their company, although Iris and his girlfriend stubbornly followed him all the way, and despite Clyde's invitation to him, he just wanted to be alone. No strength, no words.

He just wanted to be alone.

No matter what kind of difficulties he encountered before, he could always cheer up, and he always believed that he could cheer up and look forward to the next adventure, but now it is different, the loss of his parents, difficult physics problems, and bad literature History grades, being demerited by the school, and messy pranks that arouse disgust are simply incomparable.

He stumbled through the door blankly, not even realizing that there was another animal in the room.He wandered around the house, spinning from room to room, restless and not knowing what he was looking for, with Sirius at his heels, but more than once when James got angry at stepping on the tip of his tail as he turned, He dodged it wisely and slipped out the door quietly.

James turned around all the rooms, the kitchen, the bathroom, the bedroom, the living room, and the basement, which was a bit of a mess. He went out and slammed the door angrily. They grow crazily, as if nothing can stop their growth. His mother once asked him to clean them up with his father, but the father and son seem to prefer to spend their time on the ball game.

The sun finally set.He walked slowly back into the room, and his legs felt as stiff and cold as if they had been cast.

Without taking off his clothes, he lay directly on the bed, staring at the ceiling with open eyes, where there was a splinter mark in the corner.But the rain never leaked, it was just a trace.

He didn't know how he fell asleep.

"no no!"

James was trapped in a nightmare, tossing and turning in bed, he couldn't wake up, they surrounded him, fragments, chased by something, smashed by something, knocked over by falling shells, Collided... He was conscious, but he couldn't wake up.

He felt himself being pulled into a certain embrace, hugging him tightly, and the other was stroking his hair, hugging him firmly and powerfully, a very warm embrace.

"Father?" He whispered, aggrieved to hear the crying in his tone.

"Sleep, Jimmy." The warmth didn't disappear, and after a long, long time, when he was about to fall asleep again, a familiar voice whispered in his ear.

Sirius had left James' house in the wee hours of the morning, and he wanted to be with him all the time, but he couldn't, and what made him angry was that he couldn't.

He could avenge James' parents and set off immediately to slaughter the Death Eaters, leaving them dead dead, or himself dead dead.

Lupine watched as his friend entered the room pale and thoughtfully poured a cup of hot tea in Sirius' hand.

"I don't understand, why did they do something to his parents!" Sirius clenched his teacup tightly, and suddenly slammed it on the table, the shards almost pierced his palm, but it still didn't, Lupine restrained himself Exclaimed, he immediately pulled out his wand and pointed it at the pile of debris: "Sweep it all away."

"I don't understand..." Sirius bit his lip almost until it bled.He always thought that even if the Death Eaters wanted to do something, the target should be James directly, and if Voldemort really wanted to kill James' parents to give him a warning, why didn't he warn him in advance?Threats in advance?

"Sirius." Lupine pressed his friend's shoulder firmly and said unquestionably, "You need to rest."

"I won't fall asleep," said Sirius bitterly.

"You will," said Lupine gently but firmly, "I'll make you a soothing potion, and you'll fall asleep, so you'll have the energy to take care of your friends and find the murderer, so you'll have the energy to fight Talk to Dumbledore, whatever you do next, you need to rest now."

Sirius grumbled and protested a few times, but he knew Lupine was right.He has to keep his energy up.

James had been lying on the couch all day, staring out the window, he hadn't eaten, and when Iris brought some of his favorite foods, James sternly refused.Iris was completely helpless against him. In the end, he and Clyde worked hard together, desperately trying to force, lure, persuade and other methods to get James to eat something. When the food was just in his mouth, James rushed in, covering his mouth. The bathroom, and stayed there for a long time, until Clyde dragged him out and forced him on the sofa.

"Cheer up, boy," he said, seriously: "This ain't the end of it all!"

"Please, at least let us help, James." Iris pressed James' shoulder and said earnestly, "You need to eat and rest, and you need to talk. We hope to help you."

James' shoulders hunched, he stood up and shook off Iris' hand, his eyes were on the floor, he said nothing, he just wanted them to leave quickly, he didn't want them, he didn't want anyone want.He walked softly to the bedroom and locked the door, and for a moment Iris seemed to want to drag him back, but Clyde stopped him.They were helpless.James knew, because he himself felt the pain

Suffering is helpless.

He buried his head in the pillow, he didn't want to cry, but his eyes hurt badly, he couldn't tell day from night, let alone what time it was, how long he had been here.

A hand pulled him out of the pillow, and James saw the tense face of a young man.

what is his nameSirius?

"Leave me." James pushed the other party and pleaded weakly: "They are all gone, you go too, let me be quiet."

"No." Sirius whispered, "I'm not going, you know, no matter what happens, I'm not going." He sighed, boldly letting his lips brush James' forehead, the touch felt Make him tremble, he hopes to help drive away these nightmares, he can't do anything, just like the old days.But now he can still hug James, which is enough.

James' head rested heavily on his shoulder, his breathing steady, and finally he fell asleep, and Sirius gently put him down and pulled the covers over him.

He was standing by the bed, but he would have preferred to lie next to James, which he knew was impossible.In the most selfish part of his heart, he almost wanted to use the Oblivion Charm to get James out of the pain, but it was wrong, the Oblivion Charm couldn't be used to solve everything, especially forgetting about life and death.He bent down and brushed the corners of James' eyes, which were flushed slightly.

"You know I'll never leave you, Jimmy," he whispered.

He hesitated to go, but in the end he lay down on the rug, maybe James would need him, maybe when Sirius was gone, he would wake up in the dark room and find himself still alone people.Sirius couldn't close his eyes.But he knew that he still had to go, although it was temporary, although it was necessary.

It pains him.

Dumbledore couldn't explain everything, but he at least made one suggestion to Sirius, and he suggested giving James back the memories and abilities he once had.

Sirius didn't want to think about this, he couldn't decide, when they selfishly took away James' abilities, in order to protect their own secrets, now?Go back?When James didn't have time to save his parents, when James didn't have time to see his parents for the last time?These are all questions of speed.And James was originally faster than anyone in the world, any wizard.

Until they took it all without saying a word.

James would hate him, James would hate them all, and he had a reason to, when the Oblivion Charm stopped working, the Pensieve stopped working, and all their selfishness would be exposed.

Sirius turned distractedly, when suddenly he heard a slight sound downstairs.

Close to the floor, he could hear the sound of someone walking in quietly, it wasn't Iris, let alone Clyde, it was malicious footsteps.Sirius drew his wand and gave James a slight look, his face was still pale in sleep, frowning tightly.

He quietly slipped out of the bedroom, and cast two silent spells on the door, including sealing and soundproofing, then he straightened up, the footsteps gradually approached, and he yelled directly in the direction of the footsteps: " Fluorescent flickering."

At that moment, his breathing almost froze.The silver light illuminated Voldemort's face.

Before he could see it, he waved his wand and yelled, "Petrification." He didn't know why he had cast the Petrification Charm, it was child's play, but the desire to stop Voldemort was so strong that he instinctively chose spells. Use the one that best suits your desire.

Next, as far away from the bedroom door as possible, he climbed over the railing and jumped straight downstairs, and in mid-air he cast a spell to land himself safely on the floor, a Cruciatus curse falling straight from the top of his head , he rolled and avoided, huge cracks appeared on the floor immediately, Sirius stood up and jumped over them in a panic, but he knew that the whole house would soon be torn apart by Voldemort's powerful magic. The horrible feeling made his stomach twitch violently.But at the same time, he decided to fight until the last moment.

"Which step can you do?" Voldemort said indifferently: "This time, you must die."

"Some things are worth our lives for." Sirius swallowed and said bravely, "You, Voldemort, you'll never understand."

"Then leave your life here with that man," said Voldemort, narrowing his eyes.

"I don't think so."

Sirius felt as if his body was bound by an invisible thread and gently pulled back, it was safe.Voldemort's eyes widened, his voice sharpened, and his wand was pointed motionlessly at Sirius, who, behind Sirius, spoke his first words, which Sirius felt strangely relieved by.

"Dumbledore!" he said.

Voldemort raised his wand, and another green light shot right behind Sirius, but Sirius knew Voldemort missed it, and he wouldn't.Also, he seemed more anxious to get away, run away, or whatever word was used to describe running away than he was fighting Dumbledore.

This is the second time Sirius has narrowly escaped Voldemort.And of course, James.

Sirius crawled out from the pile of invisible threads: "Principal." He had too many questions in his mind.

Dumbledore's blue eyes under half-moon lenses were looking at him thoughtfully: "Occasional worry is warranted, I suppose. But more important is the decision. You're lucky, it's the second time."

"The second time." Sirius repeated softly, looking towards the closed door: "He made me believe in miracles, Principal, it was always him. I couldn't..."

"I'm just suggesting that you are the ones making the decision. Anyway, I'm glad I had a whim tonight." Dumbledore said softly.

The author has something to say: I suddenly felt that the plot was speeding up and the psychological drama was actually killing me. OTZ always feels that there are many places where I can actually add a lot, but there is no way, I really don’t want to drag 30 words because of my nonsense, this AU meme is really riddled with loopholes and weak development, so that Voldemort has completely become an on-call patch [Far Eye] In the original book, I have no idea how James dodges Voldemort's three attacks, so I have to rely on myself. If Voldemort looks weakened It was my fault.