HP leap time

How does it feel to fall in love with someone?

Vera Ivanlov ignored the question that popped up in her heart and leaned over to take off the white high heels from her feet and put them together with the dress she was going to wear at night in the box. In a few hours it would be the school's prom , she has prepared everything, now she just needs to rest and have lunch, and then dress up to participate in the evening feast.

As a girl graduating and coming of age, Vera hung her school uniform coat on the makeshift wardrobe and pulled a rubber band from her wrist, feeling the need to find a reason to end her unrequited love of three years.

After braiding her hair, she couldn't help but go to the mirror and apply some blush on herself.White shirt and short skirt, natural light makeup, Vera stood in front of the mirror and stared blankly at herself, then rudely removed the braids bound by herself, and the golden hair hung down to her chest in strands forward.

When it came time to tie her shoes, she began to hesitate again. What should she do?Should I keep it or not?Can she keep it?I couldn't help but think of the divination a week ago, the divination that heralded the parting and the end. It was a prophecy she got during the arithmetic divination. It was a successful prophecy. As a pure blood of the prophecy family, it was impossible for her to make I made a small mistake in divination.

A parting is a parting, and an end is an end. According to the prophecy, today she will end an unrequited love because of parting.

The clear morning light came in from the window and fell on the desk in the dormitory. Her eyes froze slightly on the heavy picture book on the table and she reached out to take it down.

Pulling out a chair, he turned to the first page. On it was a sketch from three years ago. A big black-haired boy was sitting on a chair in the courtyard with his head downcast.

That was the first time they met, not the winter with long nights and short days and only condensed snow, but a good season to wear skirts.

Vera still remembered that when Celt brought the boy back to Russia, the sun was shining brightly in the garden full of colorful flowers, and the boy sat quietly on the chair, with black hair on his pale forehead Slightly flick.

That's not a healthy boy, Vera thought, he was like a cornflower about to rot in the vitality of the garden, so empty and harsh in the picture.

"His soul was badly wounded, Vera," Celt explained to her.

"But he's still alive." Vera nodded, then squatted down to observe his appearance with interest, her eyes lingering on the lightning-shaped scar on her forehead. "Is this... the guy Cecilia saved?"

The man in the black robe blinked and smiled, the sun streaming through his dark blue pupils.

That was their first acquaintance. Vera focused on drawing his back and the special scar on his forehead on the sketch paper, and then made up a few sunflowers and piled them around his feet.

Since then, she began to involuntarily pay attention to and take care of the daily life of this mysterious boy. He lives in the school and is treated and cared for by her mother.

She flipped through the album page by page, the lines gliding smoothly on the paper, and the boy's face became more detailed and clear.The flowers and plants piled up at the feet have changed from sunflowers to bellflowers, and the falling rain with camphor leaves in the background will also disappear with the appearance of the sunshine rainbow...

He is constantly vivid on the drawing paper, and Vera is looking forward to the day when this mysterious war hero opens his eyes.

It was a cloudy and rainy day, and the pattering drizzle created blurred marks on the glass window. Vera walked through the window with a pot of green radish under an umbrella.When passing the garden, the wet soil stained her white shoes. She pulled her hair behind her ears and put the new pot of green radish on the window sill, then leaned over and wiped it with a towel.

Raising his head inadvertently, time seemed to stop at that moment.Just like that, Vera accidentally met a pair of green eyes, just like the pot of green radishes covered with rainwater. As Vera thought, her heart beat violently in the still time, and the towel in her hand fell to the ground.

How does it feel to fall in love with someone?

She couldn't help recalling that the lines on the drawing paper in her hand had long since disappeared, and a piece of watercolor paper was caught in it.The drawing paper covered with a layer of transparent magic protective film is the most special page because it is colored.

Just like falling in love with someone, the future begins to have different colors.

The rain was pattering on the drawing paper, and the mint green hue covered from the sky to the soles of her white shoes.

The mysterious hero boy opened his eyes behind the glass window, and the dark green like lake water glowed through the blurred window.

Vera smiled and poked the painting with her fingers, her heart fluttered, and she quickly turned it over with her fingers.

There are more photos than paintings on the back of the album, and she seldom draws anymore. It is not easy to calm down and draw after a person comes alive.She flipped through the photos one by one. The boys in the photos could turn around and smile at her, or they could sit quietly and think about their own affairs. after light.

The advantage of the photo is that it can record the whole process of the corners of the other party's mouth rising and every smile in the eyes.

Whether it's shirts and robes in the sun, or scarves and velvet hats in the snow, they are full of her albums.The boy is still alive, whether it is body or magic power, or those important and incomparable memories, they are all recovering.

In Vera's eyes, as she accompanied the boy, the boy became farther and farther away from her and became more and more mysterious, because they were never in the same world, and she was just a passer-by in each other's time.

I couldn't help but think of the prophecy a few days ago, the prophecy that heralded parting.Three years are fleeting, the savior has left her life, these three years are just a dream to him, a dream that has been sleeping for three years, he will return to his own world, carrying everything about him.

Those lingering time and heartbeat that belonged to her will also be taken away together.

Because there are some things she can't keep, just like the glimpse between the leaves of the green radish, the sound of the rain fades away, and what passes through the glass is not water marks but time flowing by.

At that time, what she saw was the future, and what he saw was the past...

Vera got up and left the room, the morning breeze passed by the curtains, the boy in the album raised his hand, and the light blue stag brushed past him with a silvery light...

……

"The situation in England has eased a bit..." The black-robed man poured half a cup of warm water into the teacup. He raised his eyes to see the young man opposite him and handed him the cup. "The new policy of the Ministry of Magic has been implemented relatively smoothly... I don't think it will take long for the situation to be completely stabilized."

"Thank you!" The black-haired boy took the teacup and couldn't help but reach out and rub his eyes. "Glad to hear that..."

"Your friends must have told you in their letters." The man's fingers stroked the bouquet of lilac lisianthus flowers. "I forgot to tell you that the letter that was wrongly sent to Moscow, because it was unclaimed, was exposed by the security inspector, which led to some incidents made by black wizards..."

"Sorry..." Harry smiled awkwardly. "You know my red-haired friend has never been very reliable..."

"You recovered...much faster than I imagined..." Selt pondered for a moment, looked at him and said, his deep blue eyes were in a trance for a moment.

"Thanks for your treatment and care." Harry said gratefully. Since he came to this old den of the prophets, he has been cared for in every detail. In this relatively safe group with huge mysterious power, his soul lives every day It is recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The Elder Wand completely wiped out the power and consciousness of the soul piece, including those souls that were eroded by the infection. At that moment, the body seemed to be pulled out of a gap, and the gap that was originally occupied was also gradually complete with the owner's consciousness. and slowly heal...

Is it the winner who puts himself to death and survives?Harry thought in a trance that he still jumped through time and escaped from reincarnation, after he had paid all the price.

"That's because Cecilia's vitality flows in your body. She grew up eating all kinds of cherished soul-raising potions..." Celt pulled his face down again, rolled his eyes and glanced at him continued. "That's why you can recover so quickly..."

"Yes, yes, I owe her too much..." Harry casually said as always, rubbing his eyes, smiled helplessly and quickly changed the subject. "You have been away for a month, Celt. Is there any news about the next successor?"

Selt shook his head, and his eyes were in a trance for a moment.

"It's none of your business, Harry Potter, it's our seer's business."

Harry drank his tea in silence, his eyebrows almost rolled into his forehead hair.

"Ding Lingling..." The small wind chime hanging on the door rang, and the blond girl looked out from the door holding a pot of green radishes and walked in.

"Good morning, Vera." Harry smiled at her. Harry still remembered the youthful appearance of her holding a drawing book and following behind him. The little sister has turned into a mature girl, and Wei La smiled at them with the corners of her mouth pulled, then walked over and put the green dill on the window sill where there was sunshine.

"Why are you unhappy?" Celt asked. "Didn't you choose the dress for the prom?"

Vera shook her head and turned around, her eyes glowing.

"Are you leaving here, Harry?"

"Perhaps? One day..." Harry was caught off guard by the question. "At least not yet."

This problem was too sudden. He has been treated here for three years. Although his body has improved greatly, he has not fully recovered, although these effects are actually not great.The domestic situation has not been good before. The Ministry of Magic and Hogwarts are rebuilt. Dark wizards and black magic are much more involved than imagined. Every wizard is busy and vigilant in taking care of their lives... Although the situation is better now There are many, but his friends still suggest that Harry wait until the situation is completely stable and they can ensure that Harry can stand firm before returning. After all, the return of the savior will set off another storm...

The girl's eyes darkened, she looked up at Harry and then looked down.

"Do you like it here?" she asked, and she spoke before Harry could open his mouth.

"You see, you have lived here for three years, and you have learned a lot about this place. The prophets are no different from ordinary wizards, aren't they? Although the School of Magic here is not as grand as Hogwarts, everyone get along in harmony……"

"Wait, Vera," said Harry. "I don't think it's bad here. On the contrary, I think it's very comfortable here...It always reminds me of The Burrow, the home of my old friends I told you about. They...of course." Harry thought Something is wrong. "I mean it's . . . prettier than the Burrow . . . "

"Really..." She looked a little at a loss, and Vera bit her lip and continued. "There is always something here that you will cherish, isn't it? For example, in winter, we have a lot of snow in winter here. Don't let it melt for three or four months. What about London? Isn't London? Of course ...It's not a good phenomenon that it's too cold in winter...and...you see, don't you like my paintings? There are always Repin's boys and girls here to sketch, and they will lie in light-colored skirts and shorts Basking in the grass, or depicting those beautiful angular buildings on the street... and pothos and sunflowers, I think, you can't see such beautiful things in other places..."

"Of course, of course I cherish this place. It's beautiful here, and everyone is nice." Harry paused and rolled his eyes. "Except for the coldness in winter, contact lenses are a bit annoying..."

Vera burst out laughing, her fair face flushed a little. "I'll find you better glasses, but I can't understand why you are short-sighted."

The atmosphere seemed to become a little more relaxed, and Vera couldn't help but think of the prophecy again, feeling uncomfortable for a while.Today is today, an accident, this accident will leave and end with her first love.

"Will you remember me..." Vera said.

"What did you say?"

"Will you attend this dance, Harry?" Vera raised her head again and asked cautiously. "Be my first dance partner."

"What?" Harry frowned. "Sorry...I can't dance...I mean...I don't quite remember how to dance...it was when I was at Hogwarts..."

"You will participate, right, with me?" Vera sat aside and interrupted him, but the circles of her eyes began to turn red involuntarily.

"What happened, Vera?" Celt also frowned. "Aren't you afraid that you won't be asked to dance at the ball?"

"You know it's impossible, uncle." Vera shrugged her nose.

"You will, right? You will." She turned her head and looked at him stubbornly again.

"If...you just want to find someone to accompany you." Harry looked at her and couldn't help but shrugged and compromised.

"At least I got your three years..." Vera murmured in a low voice, but no one could hear her.

……

The school's prom was less formal than Harry had imagined, which made him relax a bit, and he sat at a round table in the corner eating small desserts, such as a biscuit dipped in syrup and a glass of sake mixed with fruit juice.

Looking up at the boys and girls in the auditorium, they were waiting for the ball to start. The beige light poured down from the huge crystal chandelier, making the complexion of the Russian girls extremely gentle.

Vera, who was on small high heels, held up her skirt and waved to Harry, beckoning him to go to her friend. Harry shook his head and refused. To be honest, even though he stayed here for three years, he still couldn't understand Russian very well. To avoid embarrassment, he'd better hide here and eat and drink.

The dance will start soon. Harry looked at his dress coat and tied dark green bow tie, and frantically recalled those dance moves that had been forgotten in his mind. If Vera insisted on going with him Jump up a section, at least he can't step on the other side's beautiful lace dress.

It didn't take long for the host to give a speech on the stage, and the bells tied to the plants in the auditorium were also jingling, and the soothing music flowed in the air full of cream.

Harry just looked at it with his chin propped up, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, quiet, peaceful and comfortable.The students came to the prom with a touch of youthfulness and nervousness just like he did in school back then, like a feast of flowers.

Thinking of the letter that was sent to Moscow in a hurry still lying in his arms, that guy Ron didn't know what kind of convulsion he could make such a low-level mistake.

Harry took out the letter that had been wandering and fighting. It was in a terrible mess, but the writing on it was still legible.

Harry opened the envelope and took out a simple note from inside. He couldn't help frowning, pressed it with a glass and then pushed it away.

[Harry!

That crazy Malfoy seems to be looking for you! ! !

Please reply if you receive it Please reply if you receive it! ]

boom!Harry accidentally knocked over the glass, but luckily he didn't have much left in it.

The heart started beating in a long-lost thumping thump, and a hot current surged from the heart to the top of the head.With trembling fingers, he opened the envelope to see the date, the letter was several days ago!

Can you be more reliable with Ron Weasley...

……

When the young man walked into the auditorium, many people noticed that he looked much more mature than the students, and younger than the presiding teachers.

Of course, Vera soon noticed that that type of boy was always easier to attract girls' attention.

His tall, thin and well-proportioned body was well wrapped in a spotless robe, with a straight back and pale complexion, he looked like a soldier. He came from the door with the night, his expression was a little tired and eager.The girls around couldn't help whispering, discussing his shoes and belt, or that beautiful pale blond hair.

"A handsome guy, but obviously not at the prom," someone said.

Indeed, Vera took a sip of the juice, and as soon as he came in, he began to look around and search, those gray eyes did not stay on someone for even a second.

what is he looking forA bright rose or a brunette girl?Whatever it was that made a boy so eager to break into a prom in casual clothes, it must be something very important, right?

"The guy he was looking for must owe him a lot of money..." the friend whispered in his ear.

"Okay, Amy, I have to go back to my friend." Vera said goodbye to her friend with a smile, and she couldn't wait to go back to the black-haired boy.

Vera turned around to look at the familiar corner from the many figures, and the boy who made her heart flutter just raised his head and looked towards this side.

Her heart skipped a beat, and for some reason she recalled the day when he opened his eyes, through the rain and the glass, the lake-like green seemed to be rippling in front of her eyes again.But now, they looked at each other again through the shadows and the soft warm light from the chandelier.

No, Vera clenched the glass tightly in her hand, her heart beating violently.

What he looked at wasn't himself, and that wasn't the look she was familiar with!Those eyes seemed to be lit up by something, the sun sank into the lake, and the green pool was thrown into the torch...

Those eyes she had never seen before, and something burned in his eyes, something she didn't know, something he had never told her.Vera took a step back in a daze, and she remembered that the missing part of the story he told herself, the part that was secretly hidden in the memory, was not the scars that he didn't want to reveal, but the scars that he didn't want to share. the most precious thing...

Because... some things can easily ignite the soul.

"That prophecy?" Vera turned around, looked at the light-blond young man with moist eyes, and he also looked in that direction, through the numerous figures and the light and shadow soaked in warm colors.

Time stood still here, Vera thought, it flowed in the lights and music, and it was at this moment that the boy woke up.

"Bang..." The glass in my hand fell to the ground and turned into crystal fragments, as if I had returned to the summer of that year, the white cloth shoes were stained with mud, and the rain soaked the skirt along the edge of the umbrella...

What's it like to be in love with someone?

Harry ran over there through the crowd, his eyes instantly blurred, and his ears filled with the sound of the wind and the beating of his heart.

His gaze intertwined hotly in the air, as if there were countless crystal threads entangled together to connect a road that no one could see, so he ran forward along this road recklessly!

Everything is still, the boys and girls hit by him, the smell of wine and cakes in the air, the bells on the green radishes, or the raised skirts...

Nobody can hold back a hug anymore!

Harry swooped and hugged him tightly, Draco staggered a few steps to catch him, and the heartbeat and breathing of the two intertwined instantly.

"Are you back?" Harry couldn't help the tremor in his voice.

Draco hugged his head, but his nose was sharp, and he lowered his head and kissed his lips fiercely.

"I am back……"

When what they see in each other's eyes is the future.

A thousand years at a glance.

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