HP Midnight Light

- 1995 September 9 - King's Cross Station

Pansy and Violet appeared on the platform pushing the cart one after another.

"Do you think Draco and Blaise have arrived?" Violet asked, and she soon realized that Pansy seemed to be distracted. "What's the matter?"

"Do you think," Pansy asked Violet quickly, before her mother arrived, "that people will know that I ran away?"

"Is that why you lost your appetite the last two days?" Violet immediately laughed and elbowed Pansy, "Don't be silly, running away from home is super cool. I want to leave home too if possible Get away once." She said hopefully, "I bet other people will adore you, especially some people who want to go and dare not - like so and so." She blinked.

"You really think so?"

"Isn't it. If you don't believe me, ask someone else. If anyone will laugh at you for this, I'll write a love letter to Weasley on Valentine's Day."

Pan Xi felt that the stone that weighed on her heart was removed: "Stop teasing."

"Come on, don't think that I don't know that Louis and you have become pen pals." Violet curled her lips, "You only made a profit by running away from home, okay?"

"We are innocent pen pals."

"I don't think Louis thinks the same way." Violet almost bumped into someone at the corner, "Hey, get out of the way!"

The famous Harry Potter obviously wanted to keep a low profile this time. Pansy knew that he was having a difficult time, but her eyes were quickly attracted by the black dog that kept jumping around at Potter's feet:

"Potter, do you have a dog?"

"Ah-er-yeah," Potter stammered.

Pansy narrowed her eyes suspiciously, and the big black dog turned around to pounce on a hapless sparrow as if she hadn't seen her: "Couldn't this just happen to be the stray dog ​​in Hogsmeade last year?" ?”

Potter opened his mouth - before he had time to answer, Violet's mother came, she finished dealing with Potter and the group of people who sent him in a few words, and then urged Pansy and Violet to get into the car.

"This term is different than before," she ordered sternly, close to their ears as they parted. "None of you is allowed to cause trouble—none of you!"

"Mom?" Violet wanted to continue asking, but her mother had already waved at her and turned to someone in the crowd.

"Any surprises this semester?" Pansy was deeply surprised. "Something more exciting than the Triwizard Tournament?"

"Let's go to the box." Violet quickly relieved, while persuading with experience, "Anyway, my father will tell me later."

"That makes sense." Pansy shrugged and picked up his suitcase.The black dog on the platform suddenly stood up and put its front paws on Potter's shoulders like a human being, but it was only for a moment.

Pansy's eyes widened.

Ten minutes later, Violet and Draco were called to a prefect meeting, and only Blaise and Pansy were left in the box.

"Eat it?" Pansy handed him a box of macarons, "This stuff is so sweet that it makes me want to cry."

Four years later, Blaise is finally not as airy as he was when they first met.He took a piece generously: "Then, tell me about your running away from home."

"You knew already?"

"I know everything."

"Then there's nothing else to say." Pansy busily unwrapped the Chocolate Frog. "Here—this is a Millicent Barnold, do you want it?"

"I'm just a little curious about why you ran away from home now." Blaise didn't take the card, "I mean, anyway, you'll be graduating in three years, and Renren will pass, right?"

"You don't understand." Pansy decided not to tell anyone about Hyacinth for now, "Let's talk about something lighter."

"Well, I was thinking, maybe I should tell you something."

"what?"

"Honestly, I used to be quite biased against you, but now it seems that I was wrong." Blaise said honestly, "You're fine, really."

"Really? Just because I ran away from home and you changed your mind about me?"

"It's not just that." Blaise thought for a while, "I just finally realized that you and the Greengrass sisters are not the same kind of people. I used to think that you had a similar temper to them."

"Thanks Merlin! You finally figured this out." Pansy changed the subject indifferently, "Hey, do you remember my Christmas dance partner last year?"

"What's up with him?"

"This time when Vioux and I went to France to play, I happened to meet him, and he expressed his willingness to be my pen pal." Pansy shared the good news, "I can speak a few words of French now—Jetetrouvetrès différente!"

"Pen pal?" Blaise repeated. "Pen pal?"

- 1996 June 1 - 17 Grimmauld Place

Harry found his godfather in the empty room: "Sirius."

"Harry." Sirius woke up from his contemplation and gave his godson a hug, and then reminded him in a condemning tone, "You should go to bed now."

Harry shrugged, walked over to him and looked up at the huge family tree.

"Sirius," he asked after a while, "are you still investigating Regulus' death? Maybe I can help you."

"He has been missing for many years, and I don't expect to find out anything." Sirius evaded the topic and turned the topic back to Harry, "Don't worry about this fool, you have more important things to care about."

"You look unhappy, Sirius," Harry insisted. "I feel it's my duty to care about my godfather."

"I don't deny it," Sirius said frankly. "It's frustrating for me to come back to this house...you know, when I left here I swore I would never set foot in it again." Half a step." He pointed at the black holes that had been burnt out on the wall, "And it obviously doesn't welcome my return."

Harry hesitated for a moment: "Hermione thinks you should be kinder to Kreacher, after all it's..."

"Kreacher is different from all the other house-elves." Sirius interrupted him disapprovingly. "His greatest ideal is to chop off his head and hang it on the wall like his ancestors, believe it or not, hah Leigh, the elf in this house is as mad as anyone who ever lived in this house."

"I already feel it." Harry added quickly after meeting Sirius' gaze, "Your mother's portrait."

"Yes." Sirius smiled briefly, "My dear mother."

"You still can't get out of here?" Harry asked cautiously. "I thought the Ministry would turn its attention to Voldemort."

"Fudge is a deceitful bastard. He wished that people all over the world would worry about my whereabouts instead of whether the devil who can't even mention his name has made a comeback." Sirius mocked unceremoniously, "Dumbledore and Phoenix The rest of the club believes I should stay here to hide from the limelight... It's like a different cell, to be honest." He looked around the room bitterly, with undisguised weariness in his eyes.

"Maybe I can ask Dumbledore if I can move here for the holidays," Harry suggested. "I'm living in a much nicer bedroom than I have at the Dursleys."

His words, however, caused the godfather to pull out a melancholy smile: "You'd rather live here than go back to the Dursleys. They must have treated you poorly."

Harry hated his own stupidity so much for the first time, and he immediately brought up a new topic: "Tell me about the time you used to live at my father's house, Sirius, what do you usually do?"

He was relieved to see Sirius' eyes brighten: "It's almost like what a boy your age would do—chatting until the wee hours of the night, sleeping until the sun in the daytime, wandering around the streets, sometimes you My grandparents would force us to visit the neighbors with them, and the rest of the time we'd spend the rest of the time in James' room messing around with useless stuff."

"Useless things?"

"Oh... like planning how to successfully invite your mother to Hogsmeade in the new year, and—cough." Sirius cleared his throat heavily, "It's getting late, Harry, You'd better go to sleep. We can talk about that story another time."

"Why!" Harry protested unconvinced, but was still rudely invited upstairs by Sirius. When he returned to the room, Harry found that Ron and Hermione were sitting inside the room waiting for him.

"What did you say?" Ron asked impatiently.

"Just chatting." Harry yawned.

"So you discussed with him what to do with Snape's tutoring?"

Hermione immediately added: "Did you persuade him to calm down and stop thinking about rushing out to join the battle?"

Harry was speechless.

"Stupid!" Hermione lamented bitterly. "When are you going to get to the point in time, Harry?"

"I reassured him that I will live here next summer vacation." Harry hurriedly argued.

"Yeah, Sirius must be able to wait patiently until half a year later, right?"

"He already looks very unhappy, Hermione, and I probably won't be able to talk to him about letting him stay in this house." Harry couldn't help retorting, "Can't you see that with the start date Is he getting more and more fond of being alone?"

"Sirius is really selfish sometimes, Harry." Hermione pointed out the problem sharply. "He actually wants you to stay here with him instead of going back to Hogwarts—"

"I sure hope so if I'm locked up in this house," Ron interjected.

"Besides," said Hermione, ignoring him, "don't you think he can't tell you from your dad sometimes, Harry?"

"is it?"

"Like Mrs. Weasley said, sometimes he talks to you and looks like—sorry—like your dad is back." Hermione flushed slightly, " I don't want to say this: but I think he's been in Azkaban for so many years, which somehow drives him crazy!"

"He's not crazy!" Harry cried, and Ron immediately hissed him to stop Mrs. Weasley. He needs company, and it's clear that no one in the Order can sit down with him in peace right now."

"Dumbledore? Professor Lupine?"

"Neither!" Harry said irritably, "he didn't even have much to look forward to, no happy memories - best friend dead, youth wasted in prison, trumped-up charges still pending, himself locked up in a In a nasty new cell... to talk to someone? They can't give him anything but useless comfort."

A deep furrow appeared between Hermione's eyebrows: "The problem is that he doesn't want to talk to anyone, Harry!"

"Evidently none of them can get to his heart," said Harry. "I don't mind Sirius thinking of me as my father, as everyone knows we're alike—"

"It's not a question of likeness."

"He's the only family I have in this world, and so am I to him," Harry said quietly, "and he understands me, and I can understand his feelings." When Harry said this, Ron and Hercules A look of uneasiness flitted across Min's face.

"But he evidently made no effort to relieve you, Harry, or you wouldn't be so troubled."

"—but he's trying not to show it, Hermione."

"He's not trying at all, and anyone can see he's frustrated and unhappy," said Hermione flatly. "I'm probably being mean when I say that, but sometimes he acts as childishly as an adolescent— —”

"He's been in Azkaban for 12 years, Hermione," Ron reminded in a low voice. "He hasn't had a chance to grow into a mature person."

Hermione's words stopped abruptly.

The room was extremely quiet.

"I'll see if he's still in the empty room." Harry broke the silence, avoiding Hermione's gaze, and tiptoed out the door.

The living room reeked of vixen spray, the result of Mrs. Weasley forcing them to do another housecleaning.It's midnight now, and Sirius burns a corner of the night, eclipsing the stars.The pendulum clock made a rhythmic sound, once and for all, but it was accompanied by a harsh creaking sound due to disrepair.

Harry walked down the stairs without a sound.

There was a red flame dancing in the fireplace, but it couldn't warm the whole living room.Blake's glorious family history was carefully embroidered on the old carpet, and there were still some silverware in the cupboard, and the family crest twinkled and shimmered.

Harry was amazed to see his godfather reclining on the couch, himself looking so small and vulnerable in the reflection of his gigantic shadow.

He lowered his head, his bloodshot eyes seemed to be burning, he held a half-empty wine glass in his left hand, and a wine bottle was poured under his feet.The strong wine quickly soaked the carpet and overwhelmed the smell of Humeizi spray, his lips opened and closed to spit out sleep talk that no one could understand, he groaned for a while, and laughed for a while.Harry's eyes widened and his breathing slowed. It turned out that his suspicions were not unfounded, that Sirius was indeed drinking heavily.

For what?

"Harry," his godfather called suddenly, "come here."

Harry walked obediently through the dark corner of the stairs, and came to the side of the man who was so drunk that he was in a dream.

His godfather turned his head and stared at him deeply, with a heaviness in his eyes that he didn't understand: "You're a lot like James, Harry, but not that much."

"You have something on your mind."

"Yes."

"I can hear you, Sirius."

His godfather laughed dumbly: "When you reach my age, you will understand that there are some things in your heart that cannot be spoken."

"Why?" asked young Potter abruptly.

There was no response for a long time.

Harry turned his face as the pendulum clock struck the first strike, and was caught off guard to see tears streaming down his gray eyes.

He saw this man who was played by fate and ruined by time was crying.

For what, Sirius, why?He yelled and questioned silently in his heart, but he couldn't say a word.There is nothing the Savior can do but sit here and witness this silent outburst.

The wine glass fell to the ground and was smashed to pieces, and the clock fell into silence after the last stroke. Sirius slowly closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep, whether it was due to drunkenness or fatigue.And the time finally slipped past twelve midnight.

A new day is still coming.

The author has something to say:

Note:

1. Violet's mother warned them because 1. There is Umbridge this semester; 2. Voldemort is resurrected.

2 ["someone and someone"]: refers to Daphne and Millicent

3. The French phrase that Pansy said is "I think you are different", which is a response to the previous sentence that Blaise said that she is different from the Greengrass sisters.But Blaise missed the point.

4. [Successfully asked your mother to go to Hogsmeade, and——]: The part that Sirius didn't finish was "how to continue to clean up the snotties".

5. Harry said that he and Sirius can understand each other, referring to the feeling of being treated differently, not being trusted by others, and being restrained everywhere

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