[HP] Magic didn't give up on you

Sirius was taken away from Walburga's room by Kreacher, and it was hard to tell which one of them showed more disgust when they were between the two at the moment.

But Sirius did not struggle, he is not a teenager, he has experienced too many things, and he knows that bravery and elation are not only a generous death, a person needs to exert his greatest value, do more Meaningful things, rather than dying lightly, leaving the mess for others to deal with, pointless sacrifices will only cause pain to those close to them, and there is no other meaning.

Although neither Walburga nor Kreacher could be regarded as close to him, he knew that there would be people in this world who would be saddened by his death, and this was the meaning he gained after living with this world for many years.Blake silently let the house-elf pull him to Apparate, but stopped him with a frown when he realized that he was trying to hide him in a wide wardrobe.

Kreacher had a look of dissatisfaction on his face.

"Kreacher hopes you can understand something, Master Sirius." He hissed, his face was full of disgust and resentment towards him, "The mistress is trying so hard to keep you at a time like this, you give him How much trouble did you cause? Even though you are an ungrateful bastard, Kreacher still hopes that you can understand the painstaking efforts of the hostess, and stop letting her waste her energy like this, after all, she...she..."

Kreacher let out a heavy sob, he was really worried about the condition of the mistress.

"Isn't it you who caused her extra trouble?" Sirius said coldly, not being polite to him at all, directly exposing the fact that he didn't want to face, "If you didn't listen to other people's instigation casually, put me After getting here, she doesn't have to deal with a dangerous person with her sick body when she is dying, doesn't she? Who is causing her trouble? Who is going to harm her? "

Kreacher's body trembled violently. Obviously, he didn't think so much when he did this self-righteously, and he didn't expect that the hostess would still face this child who broke her heart and disappointed her. Choose to keep him.

The house-elf trembled violently, and his eyes bulged out of fear and panic, showing even more terrified horror.Sirius stared at him without dodging, and said expressionlessly: "I'll go over there to check the situation, and if there is something wrong, I can help to deal with it. She is too sick to even hold a wand, let alone Casting magic and being alone with a grown wizard is simply at your disposal, and who knows what will happen."

The house-elf trembled even more, and he stared at him, as if to confirm whether he was telling the truth... After a short hesitation, he tremblingly raised one of his slender and sharp fingers, Sirius nodded heavily.

Sirius lowered his head in pain, and was surprised to find that his body had become transparent... Completely transparent, just like wearing James' invisibility cloak, as far as he knew, no wizard magic could do this point, the Disillusionment Curse is far behind.

"The magic of the house elves." Kreacher said hoarsely, "The house elves need to continue to deliver magic, Kreacher can't last long, you have to replace Kreacher to protect the mistress. The mistress believes in you and wants to save You, Kreacher, are willing to believe as much as Mistress, but you can't... can't..."

"Stop talking nonsense." Sirius held his wand and said succinctly, "Go and open the door, Kreacher. I want to see who is coming, and which ghost has been resurrected from the dead."

Kreacher took one last deep look at him, without saying a word, disappeared in front of him with a bang, and went downstairs to open the door.Sirius returned to Walburga's room. He crouched quietly in the corner, staring at the door.

The door was opened, and a man wearing a hood came in, raised his hand, and slowly put the hood down.

The moment Sirius saw his face, Sirius' pupils constricted suddenly.Someone who was completely unexpected appeared in front of him - so shocking that he wasn't even sure if he had made a little gasp.

Barty Crouch, Barty Crouch Jr. - whose father had ruined his career as a Death Eater ten years ago, and who remembers him pale and trembling in the wizard's court , Yes, he was also there at that time. At that time, he looked at this boy who was a year younger than Regulus, and his heart was full of sighs. If Regulus didn't turn around in time, then Barty Crouch Jr. What happened at this moment would be his end, he would be imprisoned in Azkaban for life... Sirius didn't know which was more difficult for his mother to accept, the child's disappearance or the child's never seeing the light of day.

He didn't expect to see the face of Barty Crouch Jr. here. News of his death in prison came soon after he was imprisoned. From the powerful officials of the ministers to the lonely widows whose wives and children have died, there is only Voldemort in the middle. The experience is really embarrassing.

But now, the person standing in front of him can't do anything fake.Sirius' heart sank, watching Barty Crouch Jr.'s eyes carefully scan every corner of the room, and after finding nothing, he turned to Walburga on the hospital bed, showing a polite smile.

"Where is he?" Barty Crouch Jr. asked gently, looking gentle and gentle.He repeated it patiently, with a very friendly smile on his face, as if he and Walburga were really like-minded friends, "Your annoying traitor son, Sirius Black? I know he has always been on the sidelines." A thorn in your heart, don’t worry anymore, leave it to me to deal with, madam, I promise, there will never be such a person in the way of your eyes again, and you can also get the forgiveness and forgiveness of the Dark Lord , the Black family will continue to prosper, and the glory will be with you, ma'am."

Listen to what bullshit this is.Sirius twitched the corner of his mouth, revealing a silent sneer.Capture him and hand him over to the Dark Lord, can the Black family continue to prosper?It's really interesting. They didn't know that Regulus was still alive, so they arrested and disposed of him. How could the Black family have any future, and who would they find to continue it.

Obviously, Walburga was not deceived by his rhetoric. She lay flat on the bed, staring straight at the ceiling, speechless for a long time, even breathing weakly, like a mummy that could only pant.She remained silent for quite a while before she spoke in a weak voice, and said slowly, "He's gone."

"Leaving?" Barty Crouch Jr. frowned, the smile on his face and the smile in his voice were completely erased.

"How did you go? You didn't keep him?" he asked, his voice strained, sternly annoyed, and bleakly cold. "Do you know what you're talking about, madam? What a good General Sirius Control the opportunity, and you just let him go like this? Why did he go? Are you soft-hearted? Think you should keep your son? You are wrong, ma'am, only the Dark Lord can keep him, the crumbling Black family, anyone with It is unwise to think that the Dark Lord is against you, I thought you should have known the strength of the Dark Lord long ago."

"In his eyes, I'm not a mother who is worth relying on and loving." Walburga said lightly, "He just came to see my joke, and left after reading it. I can't keep him."

Barty Crouch Jr. stared at her with a cruel and cold expression on his face.

"The Dark Lord will be very angry," he whispered, his expression cold. "Are you ready to bear the Dark Lord's wrath, madam?"

Walburga took a few breaths and said wearily: "The Black family is willing to provide... more help, but there are not many things left in the Black family. After my death, only this house is left And Gallon from Gringotts. And Kreacher, a house-elf too old to walk, if the Dark Lord needs it, please take it..."

"I think this is what it should be, ma'am, you are very disappointing." Barty Crouch Jr. said softly, he squinted his eyes, and suddenly raised his wand towards Walburga.

"Propulsion to take—"

"My lord!" Kreacher suddenly appeared from mid-air, and he fell to the ground exhausted, weaker than usual, he fell at the feet of Barty Crouch Jr., and kowtowed at his feet in fear.

"My lord, my lord—my mistress is already too sick to take Legilimency, she's too weak, she might die... Please! Please!"

Sirius knew why it was so weak, it was still using its magic to help him stay invisible.His wand moved, and he almost wanted to jump out to stop it, but he finally suppressed it. After so long, he finally learned not to get hot on his blood, and to distinguish priorities.

"Your mistress has lost the chance to be trusted, and you haven't done a good enough job, you stupid house elf." Barty Crouch Jr. said slowly, unaffected, with his wand aimed Walburga.

Walburga's body convulsed suddenly and violently. Legilimency was an invisible spell, but for a person who was already extremely weak, it was no different from a reminder.Her body suddenly bounced high, then fell heavily, hitting the bed with a muffled sound, which made Sirius' heart tremble violently.

Hearing that she was about to die was completely different from seeing her humiliated like this.

He gripped his wand tightly, restraining his urge to do it.A few seconds later, Barty Crouch Jr. put away his wand and nodded casually.

"Very well, honesty is a virtue, ma'am." He said, no longer lingering here, turned around and was about to leave, "Remember what you said, ma'am, the Black family needs to show their loyalty to the Dark Lord. Give all of yourself—I will remember to come to check and accept, maybe after you die, madam, I can help announce your death, thank you."

He pulled up his hood and was about to leave when Walburga, who was almost unconscious on the bed, struggled suddenly and asked him angrily.

"The Dark Lord...is he really back? How did he come back? Why didn't he show up? Who can prove that you are working for the Dark Lord instead of pulling his banner to satisfy your own selfishness?"

Barty Crouch Jr. had already put his hand on the doorknob, he turned his head to look at him, and smiled faintly.

"Don't judge others with your stupid mind, ma'am," he said, with a sudden morbid frenzy on his face. "Questioning the Dark Lord will be the beginning of your undoing, no one else. Those who have been shaken and Those who have betrayed the master will be punished, of course... The Black family may be the first one, who knows? I reawakened him, of course it is me, I am the most intelligent and loyal subordinate of the master! What is needed next is Looking for a new body for the master, Sirius Black is a good candidate, but, of course, not the best, the best is at Hogwarts... that day is not far away, I will help The master speeds up the progress, collects all the powers, and assists him to go to the highest... Of course you stupid people will not understand."

He finally let out a disdainful snort, and left the room.Sirius followed him lightly and quickly, seeing him walk out of the gate of Black's house, about to Apparate at the door——

Sirius swung his wand like lightning, whipped up a strong wind around him, changed his position, and forcefully drew a deep gash on his side.

Blood splattered in an instant, and Barty Crouch Jr. reacted quickly, turned sideways in an instant, and waved his wand in this direction.Sirius quickly dodged and dodged, and at this moment, a red light flew from the opposite direction and pointed at Barty Crouch Jr.

After realizing that it wasn't a wizard who was sneaking up on him, Barty Crouch Jr. made a decisive decision and quickly applied an armor protection to himself. In an instant, he quickly Apparated and disappeared at the door.After a crisp explosion, his figure disappeared, and a person quickly stood out from the bushes on the other side of the grass, walking towards him quickly.

"Sirius!" Regulus strode over, held him down and looked carefully from top to bottom, "Who is that man? Where did the blood come from? Are you injured?"

"No." Sirius panted violently, calming his breathing.He stretched out his hand, a small ball of red blood suspended in the palm.

"Proof," he said, "that a ghost who should have died has reappeared."

Regulus didn't understand what he said, he just received a call from Sirius before he got off work and asked him to come over to answer him, and he didn't have time to ask about other things in detail.He opened his mouth, and just as he was about to speak, he saw Sirius looking at him with a somewhat complicated expression.

"Go in and take a look." He whispered, "One last look."

Regulus fell silent suddenly.

They entered 12 Grimmauld Place again, and went upstairs to Walburga's room. Walburga lay lifeless on the bed, not knowing whether she was dead or alive, and the house-elf knelt at the head of her bed, crying. It fell from his face onto the back of the hostess' hand.

"Master, master..." he read in pain, unable to forgive himself, "that man dared to do such a thing to you...he didn't care about your body at all, he was just pretending before! He lied to Kreacher , Kreacher believed him. The stupidest Kreacher in the world! The old and confused Kreacher! How dare Kreacher live until now? Kreacher should have died long ago, Master Regulus should not have died, Kreacher should have died, Kreacher should have died in that cave..."

"What cave, Kreacher?" Walburga's weak voice suddenly sounded, and she weakly half-opened her eyes to look at Kreacher, who opened his mouth and froze suddenly.

His face was pale with ashes.

"Kreacher can't say, master, Kreacher can't." He said slowly, as if frightened, even his voice seemed weak, "Master Regulus won't let Kreacher say...Master Regulus... ..."

"What's the matter with him?! He—" Walburga asked eagerly, before he finished speaking, he coughed extremely weakly, and couldn't say the rest.

"He almost died in that cave." Regulus who was standing at the door whispered, his movements seemed to be completely frozen, and he walked into the room slowly, not knowing what expression to show on his face, it seemed A little blank, "...But he didn't, his brother saved him at a critical moment, and he didn't hesitate to put his own life and death aside."

Kreacher was stunned, he turned his head in a daze, his eyes fixed on Regulus's face, showing a bit of bewilderment, after more than ten years, he could no longer believe that he didn't even dare in that dream Imagine possible.

Walburga also looked at him. After a brief silence, Regulus adjusted the necklace on his chest, revealing his original appearance.Over the past ten years, he has gotten used to being Sean Jonathan, a graduate of Durmstrang, and even learned a foreign language for this purpose, and is now very proficient.No one has seen the original appearance for a long time, and now facing his mother, he found himself more disturbed than he imagined.

Kreacher's figure shook violently, almost falling to the ground.He looked at the familiar but unfamiliar face in front of him in disbelief, trembling violently, unable to speak a word.

Walburga opened his eyes, seemingly forgetting to blink.She just looked at it for a while, and finally slowly and laboriously pulled the corners of her lips, revealing a shallow smile.

"I know you." She said softly, "Sean Jonathan, I have been living with Sirius all these years. Since my youngest son disappeared, my spirit has not been very good. I have not seen you. I repel you." Everything around Sirius. But I've actually seen you a few times, haven't I? I ran into you by chance around here, and you've got a very friendly attitude and don't mind me being a crazy, chattering old lady. You told me to take care of myself and take care of myself , you don’t mind if I scold you.”

She paused, then looked at Kreacher, and asked softly, "Am I dead? Did I see Regulus' vision? Did you see it?"

"I see, Master, Kreacher saw..." Kreacher choked up, tears streaming down his face, he knelt weakly on the ground, trembling all over.

"Master Regulus, it is really Master Regulus...Master Regulus is not dead! Master!"

Walburga was stunned for a while, and Regulus knelt beside her bed, gently holding her hand.

"The Death Eaters have been staring at Black's house. Recognition rashly will bring more trouble. We already know that the Dark Lord is not dead. Forgive me, Mom." He said in a low voice, with a thick nasal voice, "I I have been paying attention to you, mother... I know that you have nothing to worry about, Sirius is very active, you can always know his news, know that he is doing well, I thought you would feel some comfort... I have been in the I'm doing well outside, I'm sorry for making you sad for so long."

Walburga's lips were trembling, she didn't know where the strength came from, she held the hand of her younger son, smiled with tears in her eyes, and shook her head slightly.

"Hiding my name, I can't go back to my family, how can I live well." She said in a low voice, stroking his hand, her eyes fell greedily on his face, as if she couldn't get enough of it, "I haven't seen it for so many years. Have a family? Have you ever been in a relationship? When your mother was your age, you and your brother were almost ready to go to Hogwarts. You are still alive, which is the best thing. The Dark Lord is a terrible man , your choice back then was right, mother understands... If you have a wife and children in the future, bring them here for mother to meet, mother left a portrait at home, bring it for me to see... okay ?Do you want to?"

"Of course, Mom." Regulus wiped away his tears indiscriminately, and responded in a low voice with the most patient and gentle tone.Walburga smiled contentedly, raised his hand with difficulty, and gently touched his face.

"Good boy." She said softly, with tears in her eyes.Sirius stood at the door without moving, as if he was out of tune with this family of three who were crying.

There was no rejection, resistance or disgust on his face, he just left for too long and couldn't blend in anymore.

But Walburga looked past Regulus and Kreacher, and suddenly looked at him.

The mother and son looked at each other quietly, probably the most peaceful time between them since Sirius was 11 years old.Walburga looked at him for a while, then looked away, and spoke in a low voice.

"I originally left the house and everything in the family to you. Barty Crouch Jr. won't get anything. I thought that after I die, you can use this as a secret stronghold, a safe house, Or something else. The Black family has lived in this house for many years, and there are many protective spells, which are safer than the one you bought yourself." She said softly, "Since your brother is still alive, Then you two will live together, as will the property in Gringotts, and you two will share it equally."

"We don't mind that," Regulus said, putting her hand to his cheek and closing his eyes.

"I know, the child grows up, and the wings are hard." Walburga smiled lightly, and his voice became lower and lower, "What kind of injury or what did you do outside, it doesn't matter." Willing to tell my mother, it’s okay, it’s okay, just live, live well...live well.”

The ending sound dissipated on her lips. After being crazy for a long time, she finally got the long-lost peace at this moment before she died. She closed her eyes, with a faint smile on her lips, and fell into an eternal sleep.

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Thanks to M for mine, mine who wants to eat watermelon × 2~

Today’s update has 16 words. Let’s talk about Walburga. I don’t know if any friends will think that Regulus can actually recognize his mother after Voldemort was wiped out. Walburga doesn’t have to suffer so much. Long.I think that if it is a healthy parent-child relationship, it is completely recognizable, but this parent-child relationship is actually not very healthy. When Regulus decided to die at the age of [-], he also did not explain to his parents. It is a relationship that also has some problems. relationship, but he and Walburga love each other without a doubt, it just might be a little more problematic.

As for Walburga and Sirius, it is true that Walburga once wanted to hurt Sirius, and she really complained when Regulus had an accident, but she also meant to cut seats at that time, and she chose a different path. It's the best choice for both parties, but it's done very, very extreme, which is a common problem of Blake's madness.Before she died, she chose to keep Sirius. Here I refer to the original book. When Walburga died, she left No. 12 Grimmauld Place to Sirius. Without reservation, she would scold everyone who polluted her house. Dirty man, even Sirius scolded him, but in the end he left everything to him.Sirius was in Azkaban, not her pride, and she kicked him out of the house early, but she still left everything to him.She had other options, like Narcissa, just as Sirius left everything to Harry, and so did Walburga.

The complexity of people is very precise and complete. I hope these [-] words will bring you some more three-dimensional feelings about Walburga.