HP Midnight Light

- 1995th May 5 - Hogsmeade's Hog's Head Pub

Sean tremblingly pushed a stack of papers over, and the person on the other side threw them into the fireplace without looking at them: "I want you to tell me verbally."

Sean's eyes widened.

"Don't be afraid." Little Barty said hoarsely, "I keep my promise... I will give you an oblivion spell after it is done, so that you and I will be cleared."

Sean had no choice: "The fire at Rozier Manor was the work of a group of Death Eaters. They used the Imperius Curse to control a trainee Auror, and with his hands, they unraveled the curse imposed by the Ministry of Magic on Rozier Manor." Protection from the spell." His hands trembled under the table, and Sean waited anxiously for Barty Jr.'s response.

"What are they going to do?"

"Search." Sean replied slightly tremblingly, "They were worried that the Rozier father and daughter had something against them, so..."

Little Barty cut off the conversation: "What did they take?"

"I don't know." Sean swallowed, "They moved separately, and even each other didn't know what the other took away."

"You should know the list of Death Eaters, right?" Little Barty knocked on the table patiently, and Sean glanced nervously at his hand that was not on the table:

"Malfoy, the Carlos, Yaxley, Rookwood..." Sean read the names one by one, and Barty Jr. quickly asked:

"Where is your source?"

"Ludo Bagman, he has some relationship with Rookwood." Sean whispered, "I used two drops of Veritaserum to make him tell these things."

"I see." Little Barty pondered for a moment, "Then, tell me about my daughter. Where is she?"

Sean's brain was running fast, and he was suddenly not sure whether the reason he made up was reliable: "She—"

"Don't lie to me." Little Barty suddenly reminded him coldly, "I won't forgive lies."

"She died when she was three years old." Sean changed his words in a flash, he felt his heart sinking straight to the ground, and at the same time, his chest was filled with a sense of relief, "I lied to you before. Cornelia did give her to me—or Vera—but I didn't take good care of her. Leto ate food to which he was allergic, and in our He suffocated to death before he had time to treat her." Sean calmly waited for Little Barty's anger to come, "In order to avoid accidents, we announced that Astoria's twin brother died in infancy, and we killed her without saying anything. Buried."

Their conversation suddenly fell silent.Little Barty didn't say anything, he froze in his seat.Firewood crackled in the nearby fireplace.

"I often think of Cornelia." Little Barty said suddenly, "She doesn't love me that much, but she likes me." There was a creepy innocence in his tone, and Sean shivered suddenly:

"I'm sorry," he said hastily, "I'm really—"

"It's okay." Little Barty said softly, "We will still be together when this is over."

Sean dared not make a sound.

"Are you sure you're not lying, Greengrass?" Barty Jr. looked up, his face hidden in the shadows under the hood, which was particularly terrifying.Sean shook his head again and again:

"It's the truth."

"Great." Little Barty laughed a few times dryly, "After I finish this thing, I will fulfill my promise."

"What promise?" Sean pressed.

"I'll give you an oblivion spell." Barty Jr. said calmly, "We are different from the other rabble. We know the Dark Lord and what kind of person is a qualified Death Eater. A real Death Eater never breaks his promise, Greenglass."

Sean really wanted to ask Barty Jr. what he was going to do, but reason told him he'd better shut up and not ask.

- 6 June - Lupine's home, Cardiff, Wales

"Sirius!" Remus slammed the door open, and a black dog came in, transforming into a man:

"Have you heard all about it?"

The room was brightly lit, filled with the smell of coffee, Remus was still wearing his daytime robe, his eyebrows were tightly knit together:

"I just finished reading the letter Dumbledore wrote to me." He pointed to the open envelope on the table, "So, is it true?" He looked at Sirius and asked tentatively, "Little Barty hid in school for a year pretending to be Moody? Voldemort came back to life and killed a student?"

"It's all true." Sirius walked anxiously back and forth in the room, "Okay, let me start from the beginning - Barty Jr. teamed up with that damned traitor to help Voldemort come back, and he wants to kill Harry Harry, but for some reason he failed again. Harry was brave...you know, the dead helped him...he escaped, but he was exhausted. Barty Jr. in the role of Veritaserum He confessed all his actions, but Fudge brought dementors into Hogwarts without permission—" Sirius shuddered suddenly at this point, "he got a kiss."

"Sit down, Sirius," Remus ordered, and he poured him a cup of coffee resolutely. "What's with that spell?"

"Obviously it's an ancient black magic, just like the tricks those people used to play." Sirius sneered, "As you know, Dumbledore decided to reconvene the Order of the Phoenix."

"But this time the Ministry won't support us, will it?"

"That's right, Dumbledore decided to reorganize the Order of the Phoenix. Not long ago, I had a friendly exchange with the snot-nosed man." Sirius sneered bitterly, "Whether Dumbledore believes him or not, I can assure you that he did not." Pretending to be so innocent!"

"Okay, Sirius." Remus comforted me gently, "I didn't expect little Barty to kill old Crouch, in a sense he was the one who fished him out of Azkaban come out."

"He was the one who sent him in. I told you, Remus, most of the people who stayed in Azkaban were abnormal." Sirius drank the coffee in one gulp, and put the cup heavily on the On the table, "And Crouch deserves to die." When he said this, there was a trace of undisguised gloom in his eyes, and Remus blinked:

"Dumbledore asked you to stay with me?"

"At least until I get instructions on what to do next."

"Very good." Remus smiled faintly, "It's been a long time since we sat down and had a good talk."

A very shallow smile flashed across Sirius' face: "Why did you decide to move back here?"

"I miss my childhood," Remus replied, "and this is a suitable place to take you in."

"Your sarcasm is too obvious—it's been so many years, Remus, you're no longer the kind-hearted and honest moon-faced person you were back then."

"My outside never matched my inside, Padfoot, and I'm worse than all of you combined."

Sirius finally showed a sincere smile: "I haven't had time to ask you how you have been these years."

"It's too good to say anything," Remus said sarcastically. "You might as well ask me about other people."

"How are the Longbottoms?"

"I'm afraid no news is the best news." Remus simply gave a general overview of the current situation of the members of the Order of the Phoenix. "Everyone is basically the same, and there is no special big news."

"Does Dorje always talk to Bathilda about Dumbledore's brilliant deeds?"

"Of course."

"Has Professor McGonagall's bun ever come loose?"

"No. Not even at the Yule Ball."

"Did Di Ge find a girlfriend?"

"Everyone is married and has a son."

"How are Hagrid and his 'pets'?"

"Er—he's not a good professor, to be honest."

Sirius laughed knowingly, and he inquired about the recent situation of several people intermittently, then fell silent, sipping his second cup of coffee.

Remus's smile gradually faded from his face, and he stared at Sirius across the table: "You didn't ask a single person."

In the silence, Sirius brushed his messy hair behind his ears, turned his head to look at the endless darkness outside the window, and said nothing.

"I've seen her, although it's not technically 'seen'." Remus said, "Her daughter's Boggart is her own. Believe me, Sirius, even you may not be able to recognize her at a glance." As she is now."

His old friend answered with silence.

"I received an anonymous money transfer in 1982, and it helped me a lot," Remus said. "So, when I saw that Boggart, I thought: What the hell is time."

-June 8th - Parkinson Manor

A crisp slap suddenly interrupted the dance music, and a figure was suddenly pushed down in the middle of the hall.

Betty covered her face and said nothing, and Crabbe rushed forward and pulled her hair and slapped her backhand.

"Stop!" Hyacinth finally came to her senses.

"I'm teaching a slut, Mrs. Parkinson," growled Crabbe, pointing to Knott, who was standing by, blushing. Just want to-"

"Okay, you don't have to share your mental journey of catching rape with us in front of everyone, Mr. Crabbe." Hyacinth pushed through the crowd and walked to the front, "You should also be aware that your current behavior makes you There is also no light on the face."

"An embarrassment is worth any humiliation!" Crabbe retorted sarcastically. "I need to show this bitch who's her master!"

"She is your wife, not your property, Mr. Crabbe." Hyacinth couldn't help raising her voice slightly, but Crabbe immediately interrupted her:

"If I were you, Edmund, I'd give this woman a lesson until she learned to behave herself," said Crabbe, staring at Hyacinth maliciously.

"I'll discipline her, but I don't need you here to dictate my family affairs, Mr. Crabbe." Edmund looked sullenly at the three protagonists of this farce. "Now you can—"

"Discipline me?" Hyacinth sneered and turned her head to look at him, "Discipline me?"

"Hyase—" Edmund immediately understood that he had accidentally committed a big taboo.

"When it comes to discipline, I'm afraid none of you here can compare to Mr. Parkinson. He is one of the best." Hyacinth turned to Edmund with a smile, "Perhaps you would like to share your experience with all the gentlemen present. ?”

"Hyase!"

"Aside from that, Mr. Parkinson is a natural criminal genius—"

"I'm sorry." Edmund strode forward and grabbed Hyacinth's shoulder. "I'm afraid my wife is drunk—"

"Are you threatening me, Edmund?" Hyacinth asked clearly, looking up at him. "What are you going to do—try to keep me here? Lay me on the bed and rape Me? Then ask me to sign a bond? Why don't you tell your daughter how she got here? Yeah, she's not a normal kid at all, she's not even the product of a love potion, she's The result of a crime that has been planned for a long time is a beast!"

The hall was strangely quiet, and the good show at the Parkinson Manor was pushed to an unexpected climax, and the guests looked at Edmund without any trace.

"You're drunk," Edmund whispered lividly.

Hyacinth giggled. "But I'm telling the truth, aren't I?"

"I'm afraid we must be going," coughed Mrs. Flint. "It's getting late."

"I'd better get out of here as soon as possible." Hyacinth laughed and broke away from Edmund, "before he tries to copy the crime of 14 years ago to make me submit."

-12 Grimmauld Place, London-

"Why do we have to hold umbrellas?"

"One, it's raining now; two, it can make you look more like a Muggle."

Two figures walked across the square toward the building in the darkness.

"Wait." Remus already had his wand in his hand, "There are people over there."

When his words fell to the ground, the man had already stood up from the steps in front of the Muggle building and took off his hood. The moment the hood slipped off, Remus felt as if a thunderbolt struck between them.

Thirty-five is not the prime of youth for anyone, but Hyacinth, who appeared before their eyes without warning, looked much more beautiful than when she was 35 years old.Although her face was pale and her hair was disheveled, the timidity and cautiousness of the past were obviously no longer between her eyebrows and eyes.

"Ah, you're here." Remus broke the silence, "How are you?"

Hyacinth didn't answer.She looked straight at Sirius, her eyes were a little red.

Sirius took a few steps forward, Hirsings stepped on her skirt and staggered when she rushed over, Sirius grabbed her just in time: "What are you doing here?"

"Wait for you." Hyacinth said briefly.

"why?"

"I've been waiting for you all my life."

Sirius let go of his hand suddenly, and the umbrella fell into the pouring rain like a butterfly with broken wings and was instantly swallowed by the rainstorm.

Remus looked away awkwardly: "Maybe it's better for us to go in and catch up..."

"What if we don't come here tonight?" The fire crackled in the fireplace, and Kreacher was nowhere to be seen.With his back to them, Remus concentrated on making a pot of tea, and Hyacins curled up by the fireplace, wrapped in a blanket, resting her wet head on Sirius' shoulder.

"I'll come again," she said, "I've been looking for you, but you..." She didn't go on, but there was more condemnation in her tone.

"The Ministry of Magic is offering a reward of [-] Galleons for my arrest."

"That's no reason," she insisted.

He sighed softly, didn't say anything after all, just combed her long hair with his fingers again and again.

The 14 years of separation finally became a forbidden zone between them. They tacitly kept silent and avoided those dangerous topics in fear to maintain a moment of peace.

By the time Remus finally made his tea, Hyacins had fallen asleep.

"Here." He handed the teacup to Sirius, but instead of taking it, he reached into Remus' pocket and drew his wand.

What are you going to do?Remus asked lip-synch.

Sirius lowered his head, his messy hair covered his expression, and Remus only saw him pointing his wand at Hyacinth: "Forget—"

The closed eyes suddenly opened.

"Before you, there was another person who cast the Forgetting Curse on me." Her eyes sparkled, "Your goals are similar."

"It would be better for you to forget about me." Sirius did not put down his wand, his hands trembling slightly, "I am a fugitive with nothing, and I have been cut off from the world for 12 years."

"Do you think it would be better for me to stay with Parkinson?" she asked.

"Hyatings," he looked at her, "I am no longer good enough for you."

"Lies." She spit out a word calmly.

Sirius was silent.

"Ask your heart." Hyacinth put her hand on his heart, "You have become selfish, Sirius, and you have become indecisive. You know that I love you, but you dare not admit it."

"Then," he took her hand, "what right am I to admit it? I'm in another, more dangerous war, and I'm less likely to survive than the last time. You see, Azkaban ruined me. Time made you into a woman worthy of love, but made me timid, cowardly and humble."

"But you're Sirius," she said through tears. "You promised to take care of me when you took me out of Hogwarts."

"Hyatings," he looked at her sadly, "what can I have for you? I have nothing."

Her tears finally slipped down: "I want to stay with you, just for one night."

- Early morning of August 8nd - Parkinson Manor

Pansy put on her traveling cloak, grabbed the purse on the bed, and tiptoed downstairs.

There were several wine bottles scattered in the living room, and she knew that Edmund must have been unconscious under the influence of alcohol.Pansy hadn't been able to witness the drama from start to finish, but she had at least made two things clear: first, her parents' marriage was not consensual, and second, they were fighting again.

She has had enough.She didn't care what happened to them, but she decided to get out of here.

"Miss!" Pansy opened the door and was about to slip out when a soft voice stopped her.

"Tata," Pansy said, stopping to watch the house-elf come out of the shadows, "promise me, don't wake my dad. They won't blame you for my leaving."

The elf silently stepped forward to hold up a package, and Pansy took it and opened it in confusion——

Inside was a packet of her favorite cookies.

She was stunned.

"Will Miss come back?" Tata asked, her green eyes filled with tears.

"I don't know." Pansy shook her head, she looked at the empty living room in front of her, "No one in this house cares about me except you, I don't understand what's the point of me staying here, after I'm gone Everyone might be happier."

Tata hurriedly waved her hands: "No—"

"Anyway, they shouldn't make me suffer for what they did wrong when they were young," Pansy said softly. Choose my birth, but I can decide to run or not." She turned cruelly from the house-elf's pleading eyes, "Goodbye."

Pansy pushed open the door, and the cold night wind hit her. She stood in the hallway and cheered herself up, and then strode down the steps.

Before pushing open the door of the last monastery, she couldn't help but look back.

In the dim moonlight, the door of Parkinson's house opened a narrow gap, and a thin figure stood there.

"Goodbye." Pansy raised his hand and waved lightly.

The little figure also made a farewell gesture to her timidly.

Pan Xi resolutely pushed open the iron door, and the dawn sun shone on her hair, and she walked towards her future without hesitation.

She is 15 years old this year.

They lay in bed all night without sleep until the twilight of dawn filtered through the curtains and illuminated the gray room.

"How long do you want me to wait for you this time?" Hyacinth asked.

"I don't know." Sirius gave an uncertain answer again, "Hyase, I'm not sure about anything."

"That's one year." Hyacinth said, "One year at most, I will let Parkinson tear up the agreement, and then I will come to you." She reached for her cloak from the ground, "Promise me, you It's going to be okay, right?"

Sirius didn't answer her question, he put his arm under his head and looked at her, with some grievance in his tone: "Now it's you who take care of me instead."

Hyacinth laughed, and she touched the blue stubble on his chin: "You are no longer young, Sirius, but you are still so childish."

"Yes." Sirius smiled wistfully, "I'm not young anymore."

Hyacinth kissed him quickly on the lips: "I'm leaving." She turned over, put on her cloak and jumped out of bed, when Sirius suddenly said without thinking:

"Remember to look up to the sky."

"what?"

"This is what James told me when I was in a bad mood. He always said that the sky is free." Sirius sat up and straightened the collar for Hyacinth, "If I'm not by your side, use the The stars remember me."

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Note:

1. Sean still lied to Barty Jr.Explained later.

2. This explains where Hyacinth left Parkinson Manor after knowing Sirius escaped from prison.It's not just Grimmauld's Square, she's actually just trying her luck at various places where Sirius might appear.

3. Pansy ran away from home at the age of 15, and Sirius ran away from home at the age of 16. Feng Shui took turns to seek Edmund's psychological shadow area.

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