HP Midnight Light

- 1981th December 12 - Watson Manor, Cumbria

Hyacinth sat in Margaret's drawing room with a steaming cup of tea, but she couldn't understand why Margaret had invited her alone after more than a month back in England.She unconsciously looked at the beautiful lake outside the window of Watson Manor. Margaret kept talking about some irrelevant topics, as if she didn't notice her distraction at all.

"Mom!" A crisp call came from outside the door, followed by the sound of shoes hitting the ground.

"I'm so sorry," Margaret said, "That's my daughter." She got up, opened the door, said a few words to someone, and came back with a delicately dressed little girl in her arms.The girl hugged a little furry fox toy, and when she saw a stranger, she shyly retracted into Margaret's arms.

"This is Violet, my daughter." Margaret introduced, "She was born in France and just celebrated her first birthday a few days ago."

"She's beautiful." Hyacinth complimented simply.She knew that Marguerite had a daughter—her daughter caused quite a stir the day she returned from France, and the newspaper even openly invited readers to bet on the girl's biological father.But many days passed, and Margaret did not respond to this, although there were indications that she was neither married nor had a stable love partner.

"Thank you." Margaret picked a cookie from the table, broke it into small pieces and fed it to Violet.Hyacinth looked at this scene of mother-daughter love. She couldn't remember the last time she saw Margaret, but she would never believe that Margaret would hand a cookie Break it up and let your own daughter spread the crumbs all over the carpet.

"You've changed a lot," she said involuntarily. "I mean, you've become more..."

She was at a loss for words, and Margaret answered calmly: "More like a mother? Of course, this is the nature of some people, not to mention that she is the most perfect gift I have received in my life."

What Margaret said was true.Violet is a double of her, and anyone can see the mother-daughter relationship between them at a glance.Hyacinth wasn't going to talk about the kids, but Margaret brought up Pansy inappropriately:

"Your daughter should be about the same age as Vio? How much can she talk now?"

"I don't know." Hyacinth suddenly woke up from her drowsiness, and her tone cooled down at an incredible speed.Margaret looked at her calmly:

"You do not know?"

Hyacinth was offended by the remark: "You know why I don't." She shot back bluntly.The look in Margaret's eyes has already proved that she knows everything, so what is the point of this question?

"Maybe." Margaret put Violet down and let her stagger around the room, "but you know what?"

"What do you mean by that?"

"Do you know everything, Hyacins?" Margaret folded her hands. "I mean, everything about Edmund and you."

Hyacinth didn't speak, she picked up the cup and took a sip regardless of the hot tea.Marguerite didn't know why she was silent, but since she had invited her, let the words be clear:

"That's why I've come to you today. Maybe I shouldn't tell you, but . . . I think you have a right to know."

"What am I entitled to know?"

"About the birth of your daughter." Margaret said unhurriedly. "It is true that I knew about your marriage with Parkinson before I left England, but I was too busy to take care of it at that time." These things have nothing to do with me. But ... almost six months ago, a letter was passed to me. It was posted in March 1980, when I just left the UK."

The story felt familiar.

A bitter and sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of Hyacinth's mouth: "He wrote it to you?"

"No." Margaret denied, "It's Olivia Burstead." She stared at Hyacinth, "Are you surprised? Me too. If I remember correctly, Regulus It should have disappeared not long ago."

"She never contacted me."

"She told me in her letter that she and Sirius had met a few months ago, and she felt that something must have happened between the two of you. She also told me that they had discussed Parkinson's interest in you before... …Finally, she begged me to intervene in this matter, she begged me to try to expose Parkinson's conspiracy - if there is any." Margaret paused, "It will be too late when this letter reaches me. It was getting late, I wrote to Sirius, but there was no reply. Finally, I got in touch with another person - Lily, Lily Potter - and she didn't want to talk much, just told me briefly that they privately Regarding some of your speculations, one of them caught my attention: the Forgetting Curse."

"The Forgetting Curse..." Hyacinth murmured and repeated.

"Of course you won't remember whether you have been cast with the Forgetting Curse, but you can think about whether you have had headaches, memory loss, fatigue and other problems." Margaret stared at the slightly changed expression of Hyacinth , as if he had expected this, "So, do you want to get your memory back?"

She drew her wand, and Hyacins looked at it.

"That would not be a pleasant memory. So, Hyacinth, I hope you will give this matter some serious thought," said Margaret. "I may be wrong to say this, but... if you understand me It means...sometimes, people have to learn to make do with it; sometimes, breaking the casserole is not a good thing.”

"tell me."

"you sure?"

"tell me."

Margaret looked at Hyacinth, and she looked back at her very firmly. Margaret sighed for some reason, and raised her wand: "If you have not been cast with the Forgetting Curse, then this spell It won't do anything to you—memory recall!"

Before casting the spell, Margaret had been prepared for Hyacins' possible outburst and tears, but she hadn't.

"Can you do me one... no, two favors?" Hyacinth asked, begging with uncharacteristically calm tone.

"What?" Margaret asked cautiously. "

"I want to go somewhere." She said each syllable very softly and slowly, "Azkaban."

Margaret's eyes widened in surprise: "Hyase, you know that's impossible. No one can come out of Azkaban, and no one can go in—" Her words touched Hyacinth's The eyes stopped abruptly.

"I owe you this, Marguerite," she said firmly, "but I must go."

-Parkinson Manor-

"Hyatings." Edmund, who had been waiting for a long time, stood up from the long table, and he came forward with rare eagerness, "I need your help, I was notified a few minutes ago that the Ministry of Magic will be at— "

"You want me to say nothing, don't you?" interrupted Hyacins, "and what are you going to do then?"

Edmund was taken aback for a moment, and replied vaguely: "I paid someone to help me solve the follow-up troubles."

"Who?" Hyacinth asked.

Edmund frowned and hesitated to speak.

"You are begging me, Edmund. If you want me to cooperate, you'd better tell me the whole plan." Hyacinth looked at his incredible expression calmly, "Then I will consider whether promise."

"Fudge. Cornelius Fudge." The situation seemed really urgent, and Edmund quickly made concessions after weighing the pros and cons, "I have his handle, and he promised to try to save me from prison."

"You are always like this, Edmund, you always have a way to keep yourself safe." Hyacinth smiled faintly, "So, besides this? You still want me to do things for you What? I mean, after you get a 'clean status'."

"Hyase?" This time, he really thought he heard it wrong.

"I'm serious, Edmund," she said calmly. "Tell me, what else do you want me to do for you? I mean, the deadlock between us has to be broken."

"You... are you planning to give in?"

Hyacinth maintained that smile and did not answer.

"I don't know." Under her gaze, Edmund suddenly became at a loss. The sudden change in Hyacinth's attitude made him see a turning point, and at the same time, he forgot to think about the reason, "Maybe...if If possible, at least play your part to outsiders and Pansy."

"The role of Mrs. Parkinson? I understand." Hyacinth nodded, "What else?"

Edmund once believed that she would agree no matter how exaggerated his request was at this time, but reason prevented him from raising further hopes: "I think...not anymore."

"You don't want our relationship to ease up? You don't want to formulate some more detailed rules?" She said persuasively.Edmund looked at the stranger Hyacinth in front of him: "Why do you ask such a question?"

“看来你说完了。那就到我了。”海厄辛丝走近一点端详着这张面孔，她依然带着那丝古怪的微笑，“1979年5月2日、5月21日、6月15日、7月9日、7月13日、7月30日、9月6日、9月8日。”

His face slowly turned white.Hyacinth stared at the face she hated so much with a tinge of morbid joy, slowly fading from worry to fear.

"Do you remember the numbers, Edmund?" she asked in a whisper.

As if this was the last straw that broke the camel's back, he staggered back a step.The last veil that had long stood between him and that secret was torn, and one of his darkest plans surfaced.Now that she knows what he least wants her to know, is there any possibility of redemption?No.

He subconsciously reached for his wand, but it fell through without any suspense.

"Give it up, Edmund. I'm not as stupid as you think." Hyacinth said briskly, "I've put some of my memories in a safe place. Guess what they're about of?"

Now, the expression on Edmund's face was probably the most complex expression she had ever seen in her life, and she could even easily see through all his mental activities.Hyacinth walked leisurely to the wine cabinet in the corner of the restaurant and poured herself a glass of whiskey.

"Who told you?" He suddenly asked, his voice gradually raised, "Who told you!"

Hyacinth raised her glass and drank the liquor in one gulp.

"What do you want?" Edmund gritted his teeth and asked.

"I haven't thought it through yet. However, I promise to cooperate with you so that you will not be sent to Azkaban. As you wish, I will also play a good show with you." Hyacinth's sly smile Seemingly frozen, she raised her hand and pinned the hair scattered on both sides of her cheeks behind her ears, "Edmund, you like games, so let's play a game seriously."

-June 12-

"Torn apart." The wand was quickly drawn out and retracted. Cornelia lifted the edge of the cloak and looked around. At midnight, the cemetery was empty. She waved the wand to move the broken bricks to the sides to reveal the coffin underneath.The best wood is not damaged even after more than ten years.Cornelia lowered her head and read the words engraved on the coffin again, and then she slowly opened its lid——

There are neither scary zombies that will jump out nor gold and silver treasures.There is only one bone.

Cornelia didn't look much, she wrapped a handkerchief around a fingerbone and cast the spell again to restore the coffin to its original shape.Finally, she knelt down in front of the prepared tomb and carefully read the words engraved on the tombstone.

After she suddenly fell to the bottom of the valley, she was devastated and felt unprecedented cruelty and anger.She was shunned by the people, and those who said they would follow the Dark Lord to their death now wished they could send her to Azkaban with their own hands.In the past they begged for her protection and support, now they want her life or head wholeheartedly.Her father asked her to go overseas, but the troubles of the world pushed her to go farther and farther on the road of desperation.

What made her feel even more desperate was what happened to her father.The Aurors stubbornly took his body to Azkaban and buried him there, saying he deserved his soul to be trapped there.But Cornelia couldn't even fulfill her wish to bury him.

She used to be the princess of the stars and the moon in the nameless castle, as if as long as she gave an order, anything could be presented in front of her.That was when she thought she was omnipotent and strategizing, but when she walked out of the castle and came to the world, she realized that this place was no different from purgatory for her.

She had no choice but to sprint forward.

Everything in the past became a heavy shackle overnight.Now she has no other choice but self-destruction.

- December 12st - Azkaban

"We'll be there soon, Miss Watson."

"Okay, thank you for your reminder." Margaret turned her head, "Put on the hood."

"How did you do it?" Hyacinth asked, pulling her hat back and hiding her face in the shadows.

"I told them that you are a distant relative of the Black family, and I hope to catch up with the cousin I haven't seen for many years. With some small tricks, the matter will be done." Margaret repeatedly urged, "I know It's embarrassing, but please restrain yourself so that they don't identify you on the spot."

"I will not."

"Azkaban allows you 10 minutes, but the condition is that there must be an iron door in between." Margaret explained, "There will be no one else in the visiting room, and I will wait for you outside."

——I'll wait for you outside.

Hyacinth was in a daze for a moment: How familiar are these words.That's what Sirius said when she walked into courtroom ten to testify as a witness in the Squib abandonment case.

"Hyatings?"

"I'm fine." She blinked her dry eyes.

Margaret reached up and took her hand in her lap, and she rubbed the back of Hyacins' hand lightly and soothingly, like a mother does to a daughter.

"Margaret," said Hyacons, "thank you."

She sighed and said nothing.

At this time, the ship shook violently suddenly. It broke through the water and came to the sea. It sailed through the mist at an incredible speed to the isolated island that was close at hand. Through the porthole, Hyacinth saw the tower on the island for the first time. In the Twin Towers Prison, she remembered that today was a sunny day, but there was not a single ray of sunlight that could break through the clouds and mist and enter Azkaban.

Her heartbeat gradually accelerated.They hadn't seen each other for two full years, after all the vicissitudes, how would she speak when they reunited?

The whole ship seems to occupy a unique space, a space of solitude and oblivion, away from the erosion of time and secular harassment.

She let Margaret lead her down the deck to the isolated island. Hyacinth quickly glanced at the person who came and then quickly lowered her head. From the pleasantries between Margaret and him, she knew that it was Azka. class warden.

The pair of gray eyes full of melancholy hidden under the cloak and the doubled gallon that Margaret secretly conveyed convinced the warden of the identity of the visitor.In fact, he didn't care much about who came, because Azkaban was impenetrable and tight, and even if someone could resist the power of the dementors, they would not be able to get out of the maze-like tower, let alone outside the tower. Charmed barbed wire and three hundred miles of impassable ocean.

The warden asked them to put on blindfolds and led them to the inside of the tower.Hyacinth couldn't recognize the direction, and the only thing she could feel was the colder breath.

Was Sirius locked up in this kind of place?This kind of dark, cold and humid place that makes people feel depressed and hopeless?There was a dull pain in Hyacinth's heart. He liked sunshine and freedom, but he was detained here for an unwarranted crime, and he would not be able to take half a step in his eternal life.

"Here we are," said the warden at last, and he removed their blindfolds with a wave of his wand. They were in an empty room with a sofa and an iron door at the other end of the room. "Miss Watson, can you Wait here. Ma'am, please follow me—" He brought Hyacinth to the door, "The dementor should have brought Black, and there will be a guardian in the room after you go in." God has ensured that you will not be affected by the dementors. I think Miss Watson should have told you about the other things?"

She nodded.

With a click, the door locked behind her.

Hyacinth's eyes fell on the only iron door in the house.She couldn't wait to pull off the hood and walked forward slowly, the cloak rustling on the ground.In an instant she was standing in front of that door, and Hyacinth approached it tremblingly, knowing he was behind it.

So, how should she speak now?

she does not know.

Hyacinth was so close to the iron gate that she could hear his breathing: soft, but real.

"Sirius." Tears flowed down uncontrollably the moment she opened her mouth, Hyacinth sobbed and said his name again, "Si... Li... Si..." She pressed her forehead against the cold iron door , fingernails desperately scraping across the door, trying to picture her lover.The cold air eroded into her bones, she shivered and burst into tears.

She knew he could hear, but why didn't he speak?

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry...forgive me..." She had conceived thousands of words before she came, but at this moment she had nothing to say except a feeble apology, "I'm sorry...do you hate me? Sirius? You Hate me? Please forgive me...I'm sorry..." His silence became the sharpest knife.Hyacinth knelt down on the ground, groping for an opportunity to take advantage of the iron door, and suddenly, she came across a small, movable window, which might be used for visitors to pass letters or personal items of.She desperately tried to reach out her hand: "Please, Sirius, please, just say something..." The sharp edge scratched her hand, but Hyacinth didn't care at all, she Tried to grab something in the air—even if it was just the hem of the prison clothes, but apart from the air, there was nothing left in her hands.

She closed her eyes and cried bitterly.

In fact, he is not the kind of person she would choose, because he is too dazzling.And she wasn't the kind of person he would fall in love with, because she was too weak.But she couldn't help being attracted by the mystery of his gestures, just as her naughty and brave side hidden under the plain appearance aroused his curiosity.They both got what they wanted in each other but couldn't get it.

"Sirius," she said again, crying, "you think we're done, don't you?"

This time she heard a rustling sound. Is he approaching, or is he retreating to a corner farther away from her?

She didn't know where she suddenly found courage: "Siris, I have been waiting for this opportunity for two years and 110 four days. This vow is long, long, late, but today I want to say it: I will always love you!" You, even death can't change this."

Hyacinth finished speaking with the courage to break the boat, her hand drooped down, but at this moment, another person held it, she was startled, and held his hand back even more forcefully .

"Hyatings." He called her name softly, as if he woke her up from sleep in the early morning, "You shouldn't be here."

She shook her head frantically where he couldn't see, ecstatic: "You will leave here, Sirius, you will leave here! Give me some time, and I will find a way."

"Listen to me, Hyacinth." He called out her name again. He was so close to her that he could even hear her rapid breathing, and even smell the soft fragrance emanating from her body. During the years, he might rely on this fragrance to identify her, "Get out of here and forget about me."

"No!" she cried shortly, and then fell silent again.

"I can't get out of here, Hyacinth." He said calmly and hopelessly, "Go back, I don't deserve your time and affection."

"Do you want me to go?" she asked bitterly. "Back to where? Parkinson Manor?"

This time he was silent for a long, long time.

"I've been waiting for you, Sirius," Hyacinth said softly, "however long."

"Hyatings..." he sighed, "Why are you doing this..."

She didn't answer, just traced his palm with her nails.

"Let me touch you, Sirius," Hyacins demanded.Sirius took her hand and placed it on his cheek, and she met stubble, chapped lips, and even cheekbones that protruded from emaciation.She bit her lips tightly, tears kept rolling down, she used her fingers to comb his messy black hair slowly, and finally, her fingers rested on his lips.

On that night two years ago, no one expected that it would be the last kiss between them.

Unexpectedly, he took her hand, and after two years and four days, touched her skin with his lips.Before she could speak, something cold and hard was stuffed into her palm.

"You're too young, your life is too long," Sirius said, "promise me you'll keep going."

At this time, the voice of the warden of Azkaban came from outside the door: "The time is up." At the same time as the sound of the lock being opened came from the door, the sound of chains colliding suddenly came from Sirius' end.

"If by 'going down' you mean forgetting about you," Hyacinth ventured to retort him mildly but firmly at the last moment, "then I'd rather die."

The next second the door was pushed open.The Warden of Azkaban watched the woman in the hood come out with her head down. Margaret stepped forward and tentatively pulled her over. Sirius was getting further and further away.

They always seem to go in opposite directions.Hyacins thought.When one side tries to get closer, the other side retreats further and further away.

If they wanted to advance by retreating, then both Hyacinth and Sirius had already retreated too far.In the past, there was only one Edmund in front of them, and the questioning voices from a few people, but now, what separates them is not only a door, but also a crime that no one can clear up.

The mast sailed away from the isolated island, and the wizard prison of Azkaban was gradually left behind.Hyacinth leaned on the porthole and stared at the twin-tower prison surrounded by mist. She said nothing, and her gray eyes were full of confusion and untimely innocence.

When the ship sank into the bottom of the sea, Hyacinth finally lowered her head and let go of the hand she had been holding tightly, and something appeared in her palm unexpectedly——

The locket he gave to James at her home in the summer of 1978.

Hyacinth opened it slowly, and the familiar font appeared in front of her eyes:

My hyacinth.

She smiled with tears in her eyes, and slowly brushed the line of words with her fingers, which was actually the only real and tangible thing Sirius left her.

People say that life is only a few decades, don't leave any regrets for yourself, laugh when you want, cry when you want, love when you should love, there is no point in suppressing yourself.But they always ignore that there are two kinds of anguish in life, one is that the desire has not been satisfied, and the other is that it has been satisfied.

That was the year they were madly in love, they walked hand in hand through the streets of London dating during the day, and entangled each other's hair at night; they liked to put sticky notes everywhere , the above words can still make people blush and heartbeat; he will lie on her lap and listen to her read "One Hundred Years of Solitude", and then plan their future countless times...

That stolen moment is so precious, it lasts through the ages.

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Note:

1. In November 1979, Olivia went to Sirius about Regulus.

2. In the previous article (Hogwarts period), it was written that Hyacinth saw Lily and Margaret discussing potions in the library, and Margaret told her that she didn't hate Lily.

3. Margaret's implication is that this memory has no other use except to make Hyacons suffer more, so it may not be necessary to retrieve it

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