HP Midnight Light

- January 1982, 9 - Smith Manor

Sean and Aurora -- or "Ann" -- meet again in dramatic fashion at Mrs. Smith's "blind date dinner."This time, Mrs. Smith is doing her best to try to sell Aurora to the recently widowed Mr. Knott.

"Although Mr. Nott has a young son, such a person happens to be more considerate and knows how to run a family, right?" Mrs. Smith turned to Aurora with a smirk, who seemed to have seen such occasions a lot , his face was numb.

"But do you know that Mr. Nott is a Death Eater?" Sean stepped forward again, "And his wife was killed by Rozier."

Mrs. Smith's expression suddenly became extraordinarily exciting.

"Next time she asks you to participate in this kind of banquet, you should refuse." Sean said to Aurora.

"When do you plan to marry her back?" Aurora asked back.

"I don't know." Sean replied, he looked at the crowd around him, "Have you heard about my divorce?"

Aurora nodded: she had heard four rumors about Sean's divorce in the past month.The original version was that the Greengrasses decided to part ways because they couldn't keep up the good drama of husband and wife; the latest story claimed that Sean was determined to completely get rid of the burden brought by the source of life project, and Vera was just an abandoned child. .

"These rumors have made Greengrass' reputation not so good. I'm still trying to commute my parents' sentence. If I marry a woman with a notorious reputation at this time...you know what will happen." Sean Looking helplessly at the people in the hall, "Besides, some people think that Gavin was forced to leave by me."

"Is that child still at your house?"

Speaking of this, Sean frowned deeply: "Yes. I don't know what to do with her."

Although Rozier's father and daughter have died, Leto's biological father, Barty Jr., is still alive and well in Azkaban.Although Crouch has been transferred to the Department of International Magical Cooperation and has repeatedly emphasized his hatred for Barty Jr. in public countless times, no one can say whether Crouch will try to fish out his only son someday in the future. .

"You're setting yourself up for trouble," Aurora warned.

"I know."

"Also, I have a proposal." She made up her mind, "What do you think of us getting married?"

Sean choked on the wine, coughed and wiped off the wine stains on his lips, and almost laughed out loud.

"You can temporarily transfer the story of you and that woman to me, after all, my identity is beneficial to you, and I've had enough of these 'blind date parties'."

Sean withdrew his smile and put the wine glass aside temporarily: "What you mean is... are you willing to temporarily take over the identity of Sylvia—Astoria's mother—?"

"No." Aurora shook her head, "She replaced my identity. After people gradually forget all the rumors about you, I will leave the magical world. At that time, you can marry her and let her be 'Aurora Smith. 'Go on with your life. And Rozier's baby is easy too, you can claim she and Astoria are twins and make up a story like 'Sentient lovers torn apart by the Source of Life' or something Sensational stories, put all the responsibility on the dead Rozier. As for how to deal with it later, that is your business."

"Are you leaving the wizarding world?" Sean grasped an important point.

"Yes. That's what I'm going to say next. In return," Aurora said bluntly, "you will help me find William's whereabouts."

Sean raised his eyebrows: "You planned it, didn't you?"

"I started to conceive this plan when I heard the news of Rozier's death." Aurora admitted happily, "This is a win-win situation, it is good for you and me, you really don't think about it ?"

"Listen," Sean looked at her suspiciously, "this doesn't look like the Oro I know... sorry, Ann."

"The time I stayed in the wizarding world became a life-long lesson for me." Aurora turned her head and looked at the night scene outside the window, "Honestly, Sean, I have never seen such a well-dressed man before." Occasion, so you can imagine what a shock the 'welcome party' the Smiths threw for me...I used to not even be able to afford the clothes I wanted, and now I have tons of jewels piled up in my jewelry box These things have 'corrupted' me." She fiddled with the bracelet on her wrist, "But I'm tired of this kind of life, I just want to leave, go to a free, unfettered place, not in It’s like a toy for people to watch and auction.”

Sean listened to her quietly: "You and William... broke up before coming here?"

Aurora blinked: "Yes. I don't think he and I are on the same level, and he was indeed too... submissive."

"In fact, he has changed a lot." Sean whispered, "Look at the last days before he left the wizarding world...he is not someone to wait for."

"Hmm." Aurora's voice became nasal, and she looked down at the tip of her shoe, "I can feel it."

"Then," Sean cleared his throat and changed the subject, "I will discuss our marriage with your brother as soon as possible."

Aurora smiled for a short while, and clinked glasses with him: "Have a nice cooperation."

-June 10-

On the night of the first anniversary of the death of the Potters, the empty Rozier Manor was engulfed by a sudden raging fire without warning.In a very short period of time, the fire spread to the whole manor - not only the house was surrounded by flames and smoke, but even the dead trees and flowers in the garden danced their final dance in the fire.

When the people from the Ministry of Magic arrived, the mansion, which hides countless crimes and conspiracies, had been burned to the ground.

Scattered sparks shone warm red in the dark night, and gray smoke rose in bursts.

The nameplate on the gate is still shining:

Rozier House

After Cornelia's death, the Ministry of Magic sent people to search the Rozier Manor. After that, they decided to put the house on hold until it was useful in the future.

However, when the choking smoke cleared, the Ministry of Magic soon discovered that the manor had been completely destroyed.They found nothing of value, except for the charred corpse of an elf in a room on the first floor.

On the burnt black wall next to its remains, there is a line of silver and bright words written:

"Rozier never dies!"

Was it this servant who set the master's ancestral house on fire?

no one knows.

-June 12th - Parkinson Manor

When Hyacinth finished reading the last line, light snow began to fall outside the window.

Amelia Bones' voice came over the radio, announcing a new law.

"...Ms. Ms. Barnold, Minister, has just signed and approved the newest 'Terms and Conditions for the Admission of Hemp-seeded Wizards'. In this version of the terms, we have added more humane rules to ensure that hemp-seeded students can better adapt to Hogg The life of Watts. This includes inviting them to participate in lectures to learn about the wizarding world before enrolling, taking them to visit some museums and institutions..."

Hyacinth froze for a moment.She remembered that in her student days, it was always easy for people to distinguish the origin of the hemp seed from the origin of the wizard among the freshmen-the former always had the same surprise, ignorance and caution on his face.

She suddenly liked this stranger Ms. Barnold as much as she liked Mr. Spencer Barnold.

"I hate them."

Pansy, who had been playing with toys on the carpet, said suddenly.Hyacinth froze for a moment: "Who?"

Pansy replied without looking up, "Mudblood."

She froze for a moment, put the book aside temporarily and walked in front of Pan Xi.

Pansy stopped and looked up blankly at Mom.

Hyacinth knelt down and looked into those brown eyes: "What do you call them?"

"Mudblood." Pansy replied without hesitation, showing a look of anticipation for praise, and Hyacinth's heart sank suddenly:

"Why do you call them 'mudbloods'?"

Pansy's immature voice was thunderous: "Because they are lower than us, they stole our magic power."

Hyacinth felt that she had been slapped hard, she smiled forcedly, and stretched out her hand to touch Pansy's cheek: "Who taught you to say that?"

The answer is already obvious: "Dad!"

"What else did he tell you?"

Pansy thought for a while, and then spit out a series of words that could not be understood by a two-year-old child: "I must go to Slytherin in the future, because pure-blood wizards will go there. Dad also said that you can't play with mudbloods." , otherwise people will think I'm a 'traitor'..." While repeating the words Edmund had said to her in full, she asked excitedly, "Am I right, Mom?"

She got no answer.Pansy's smile gradually turned into Cornelia's - Cornelia who talked endlessly in the dark arts activity group, Cornelia who sat at the stone table, who dedicated Muggle torture tools to the Dark Lord Cornelia, Cornelia who killed countless people, Cornelia who stepped into the Leaky Cauldron to fight to the death... Hyacinth couldn't hear, couldn't see, the only feeling was ridicule, not the heart-piercing kind , is the kind that makes people laugh, with traces of pain, like a rusty knife piercing in, it can't die, but it's also bloody...

"Edmund." Looking at the snowflakes falling outside the window, she suddenly smiled, "You are such a wonderful person."

It turned out that he had already figured everything out.Edmund just likes this, using all his wisdom to carefully lay out, even if he misses a pawn, it doesn't matter, as long as there is one pawn left, he wants to win it back.

Hyacinth's strolling destination was mixed in the crowd of big Christmas purchases all the way retrograde, and the snow was extraordinarily crystal clear when the lights were on.

When she stood on the bridge, Hyacinth belatedly realized that this was the Blackfriars Bridge.It is no different from six years ago. At one end is a declining and prosperous financial district, and at the other end is singing and dancing, but there are hidden evils that people dare not think about.

A singing sound drifted into her ears from a distance, and Hyacinth turned her head to look, and there was a lonely singer standing under the street lamp, holding a guitar, immersed in his own world.Hyacinth walked over, and the sad tune rushed to her face and surrounded her tightly:

"Once again tossing and turning, waiting for the early morning, with only the cold moonlight left in my hand.

Midnight dreamed back and pretended to be stable in this world, saying that he was an old friend.

Along the way, I still laughed so much that I deceived myself, don't ask if the blessing is fake or real.

How painful it is to let go of six years of existence, who is more deeply trapped than the other.

Don't be so distressed, why ask more questions when you leave, the truth is crueler than lies.

Don't be so serious, time will be indifferent to scars, forgetting is more honest than vows. "

Hyacinth blinked, and the snowflakes fell on her cheeks and melted into droplets.

"Have I seen you somewhere?"

The singer stopped singing and took off his hat to reveal a familiar face.

"It's you!"

The punk youth who besieged the rich son on the bridge in the past smiled shyly: "It's me."

Hyacinth smiled: "You are no longer their boss?"

He scratched his hair and gave a very honest answer: "The gang is in conflict, I kicked it out a long time ago."

"Do you still come to sing in such a cold day?"

"I want to save money to go to the conservatory." He knelt down and dialed the money in Gerry's guitar. "Of course, it's not far away."

"You will go."

"Speaking of which," the young man asked suddenly, "are you still together—I mean, the guy on the motorcycle."

Hyacinth looked at the scattered change in Guitar Gary: "No." She denied softly, "I'm married, with someone else."

The young man looked at her in surprise, and after a while, he picked up the guitar again and sang the second half of the piece:

"How stoic the road in the restricted area is, gradually becoming tired eyes.

The person who said to wait until the age of 35 has closed the door of time.

Don't be so cruel, some people are just getting married, and some people have cold water in the lake.

Don't be so pious, whose soul is in the cage, struggling not to sink.

Too afraid of separation, I feel distressed even when I miss it, loving you is equal to life.

Don't dare to say eternity, but it's just this life, the identity that can't be spoken.

The ripples under the bridge and the dusk floating on the water are so peaceful in this world. "

Hyacins didn't know the name of the song, but the lyrics hurt her deeply.

"Take these." She stuffed all the coins in her pocket into the singer's hand, "go buy a drink or coffee...thank you for the song, you'll go to the conservatory...good luck... ..." Xueluo instantly turned into drops of water on her cheeks, she shook her head, turned her head and ran down the bridge.

"Hey, hello!" The singer shouted in amazement, but her figure disappeared in the street in an instant.He spread out his hand, palm full of shining gold coins.

"Sirius!" she shouted crazily, and the passers-by around turned to look at her and then continued on their way indifferently. This kind of drama happens every day, and she is just a lovelorn who happens to be on Christmas Eve It was just a poor girl, "Sirius!" she called again, coughing as the cold wind choked her throat.

The cold liquid ran across her cheeks, and the more it gathered, she had to raise her face to stop it.The fingers of Hyacinth tightly clutching the clothes on her chest were blue and purple from the cold. The pain was so painful that she curled up on the side of the road like an abandoned child, buried her face in her knees and began to cry.Snowflakes fell one after another, as if determined to bury her.Before the coldness hit, Hyacinth stretched out her arms and hugged herself. Up to now, no one else has come to embrace her in her arms to wipe away her tears.

There is never a lack of tears and sighs in this world, and no one will remember this embarrassing snow and the more embarrassing people.

When she finally raised her head tired from crying, she was startled by the person standing in front of her.

Edmond squatted down slowly, his eyes were filled with mist: "Come home with me."

Hyacinth shook her head with tears in her eyes: "I have no home."

Edmund said nothing. He drew an envelope from his pocket and handed it to her.A photo slipped from the seal and onto the snow.

Under the dim street lights, the people in the photo cuddled closely together with eternal happy smiles.

The author has something to say:

Note:

1. In the opening chapter of "Night of Dawn", Violet said that Pansy and Draco are both pure-bloods.

2.1976. In the summer of [-], Hyacinth and Sirius met by chance at Blackfriars Bridge.

3. This song is adapted from "I'll wait until you're 35 years old". There is a foreshadowing in the previous article that Sirius promised Hyacinth that he would quit the Order of the Phoenix when he was 35 years old-the fact is that he died when he was 36 years old up.

4. [Some people are getting married, and some people are icy in the lake]: Hyacinth's wedding date and Regulus' death date are one after the other, which is another reason why I postponed Regulus' death .

5. Edmund's envelope to Hyacinth contained "souvenirs" he dug up from Sirius' home in Greenwich.

6. Here's one thing that needs to be explained: after the fire at Rozier's house, Edmund went to Sirius' house just before the Ministry of Magic decided to search the houses of all convicted Death Eaters.

7. The fire at Rozier's house still has a story

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