HP Midnight Light

- October 1996, 7 - Parkinson Manor

It's like taking a nap in a history of magic class. After waking up, time continues to move forward.

Taking September 1979, 9 as the boundary, Hyacinth's fate was broken in two, one section rose into an unknown black hole, and the other section fell straight into the abyss; taking June 9, 1996 as the point, she finally fell to the bottom , smashed to pieces, all illusions disappeared without a trace.

"Mistress." Tata called in a low voice, and before she could answer, she pushed the door open and put the tray on the table—just like she did 17 years ago.Its mistress sat at the table and wrote with astonishing speed.The constant sitting posture made her shoulders and neck sore, and the dim light damaged her eyesight, but her concentration without any distraction gave her a chance to escape the shadow in her heart and gain a moment of peace.

"Where did he go?" Hyacinth suddenly stopped it before Tata left.

"The master is not at home."

Hyacinth stopped writing, and the twilight outside the window, she could not remember the date: "Is he not happy?" She smiled badly at the sunset, "He prayed countless times that he would disappear from this world, and now he Is Edmund very happy that his long-cherished wish has finally come true? He has solved one opponent after another, from Cornelia to Sirius, and now he can finally rest assured that he finally has everything he wanted."

Tata didn't dare to speak, it quietly exited the room.

Hyacinth lowered her head and wrote the last paragraph at the end of the parchment——

"In September 1957, this protracted war finally achieved results. Under their stubborn but silent persecution, the parents of both sides reluctantly chose to give in, but refused to give blessings. Although their love and union were not favored, but that autumn , my parents still held a simple ceremony in the small church in the town to officially become husband and wife."

She put down her pen, went to the bathroom and slapped the cold water on her face to wake herself up.

The woman in the mirror seemed to have aged ten years overnight. After losing the whitewash of the beauty potion, she finally revealed the fact that she was no longer young.Hyacinth grabbed the towel beside her and wiped off the water stains on her face bit by bit.In the past, she almost morbidly tried to freeze the years at the age of 19. At that time, she always had fantasies, hoping that if she and Sirius were lucky enough to meet again one day, he would still see the radiant bride-to-be on the eve of the wedding.

At that time, she was really young, and she didn't need to add more makeup to be beautiful enough, and she didn't know the cruelty of fate and the ruthlessness of time.

Now, these whitewashed things are no longer needed.The person she was waiting for died one summer night, leaving nothing but an unfulfilled promise.Not even bones, not tombstones.

The woman in the mirror looked at her indifferently, expressionless.

Suddenly, like a flash of inspiration, her heart jumped.Before Hyacins had time to think, she had opened the door and stepped out of her room for the first time in over a month.

"What do you need, mistress?"

She ignored Tata's inquiries and went straight to the utility room at the other end of the corridor.There were countless wastes that she didn't care about and didn't understand—mostly old clothes with nowhere to put them or furniture that didn't come in handy. Hyacinth eagerly opened the drawers and doors, Searching for something in the pile of sundries.

"Mirror!" she called out. "Where did you put that mirror?"

"What mirror?" Tata didn't realize it for a while.

"Edmund's mirror!" Hyacinth cried impatiently, "the one I broke, where did you get it?"

Tata quickly understood, it got into the depths of the utility room, and after a while, it came out carefully holding a box: "Mistress—"

Hyacinth couldn't wait to open it.What was wrapped in white silk and satin was indeed a fragment of the bronze mirror.The frame was still intact, but the mirror surface was broken into pieces. When Hyacinth picked up a piece, it reflected a pair of bloodshot gray eyes.

"Restored as before!" She pulled out her magic wand and pointed at the broken mirror. When Hyacinth held the intact bronze mirror in her hand again, she felt a wave of heat flowing through her body through her fingers. He moved closer to the mirror, and the hot breath from his breath sprayed on the mirror, making it blurry, "Tell me, where is Sirius Black."

Still only the gray eyes were reflected in the mirror.

"Tell me," she asked persistently, "where is Sirius Black?"

Nothing.

She should have known that the crazy idea just now was just a fantasy.

Hyacinth raised her hand and threw the mirror in a perfect arc. She looked at the blank wall and laughed out loud.She finally remembered deeply: what stood between them this time was a door separating life and death.

A figure walks in.

"Magic can't fix everything." Pansy picked up the broken lenses one by one and handed them to Tata. She turned to look at her mother, "You are so pathetic."

"Of course." Hyacinth replied with a smile, "Of course you are qualified to say that."

Pansy stared at her. "Why did you marry my dad?" She asked again, "For a prestigious name?"

Hyacinth looked at her, how similar she was to Edmund, she was exactly the same smart: "You think so?"

"I checked your family tree," Pansy said. "I don't think it's impossible."

"It seems that your history of magic is not serious enough." Hyacinth admitted frankly, "Blake is much more prominent than Parkinson."

The last trace of blood faded from Pansy's face.

"Do you want to know more?" Hyacinth asked softly.

"I look down on you." Pan Xi stared at her and said with great effort, "If I am forced to marry someone I don't like, then I would rather die than live on mediocrity until now. You What you are now is all for yourself in exchange for it!"

- 8 August - 13 Grimmauld Place

"Where should we go next?" Like last time, the Order of the Phoenix decided to move out of this no longer safe stronghold.Remus found Dumbledore in that empty room. He stood in the middle of the room staring at the family tree on the wall in a daze.

"We can no longer choose any one place as a permanent stronghold, Remus, I plan to set up multiple command branches and protect them with the Loyalty Charm."

Remus put down the cardboard box in his arms: "Are you looking at this?"

He walked over to Dumbledore, and Remus tried not to look at the black spot that had once belonged to Sirius.He tried desperately not to think about how his last classmate had spent the last years of his life alone in this depressing old house in the past year.

Did Sirius know he was dying when he finally escaped to save Harry?

What was he thinking when he fell into the veil?

"I know several Blacks," Dumbledore replied, pointing to some of the names on the wall, "but I never imagined that I would witness the demise of this family."

"Every family will have a day when it comes to an end."

Dumbledore blinked.

"Professor Binns told us this before," Remus explained, "'Every family will end one day, and a new family will rise at the same time-everything is like a circle, going round and round, Never ending'."

"He's right." Dumbledore commented after a moment of silence, he looked at Remus, "Would you like to do one more thing for me?"

"Of course." Remus replied immediately, "What do you need me to do for you?"

Dumbledore emphasized as if he could see through his heart: "I want to explain first, this task is very, very dangerous."

"I've never been afraid of danger, Headmaster." Remus reminded him, "I've broken no fewer school rules than Harry."

A fleeting faint smile appeared on Dumbledore's face: "I want you to go undercover for me, Remus, and find other werewolves."

Remus fell silent suddenly.

Dumbledore stared at him: "I usually don't force people to be difficult, but we need someone to win the support of the werewolves, Remus. Voldemort is already wooing the giants. If he also makes the werewolves fall to his camp, what are our chances of winning?" It's even smaller."

He waited for Remus' answer.

"I know it's a bit too much—"

"I will." Remus interrupted him and nodded affirmatively, "If it weren't for you, I might have lived an inhuman life like other werewolves."

Without waiting for Dumbledore's response, he stooped, picked up the cardboard box and exited the room.

Before taking a few steps, he bumped into another person.

"I overheard your conversation," Tonks cornered Remus, her bright eyes blazing with anger, "where are you going to escape to?"

Remus flickered away from her eyes. "I'd better go get this box to Moody now—"

Tonks took a step to block his way, she lowered her voice annoyedly: "You know what I think, and I know you—"

"No no," Remus flatly denied, "I don't understand what you're talking about, and you may have misunderstood me."

Tonks' eyes widened in disbelief: "Remus!"

However, he had already taken advantage of her unpreparedness and fled.Distraught, Remus rushed into the living room, where Moody was taking stock of the papers they had sorted out: "What's wrong with you?" His magic eyes looked at Remus from the back of his head.

"It's nothing." Remus panted, "Uh... I have to leave early, I've already greeted Dumbledore."

"Okay." Moody ticked off another item on the list, "But are you really okay?"

"Dumbledore has some new tasks for me to do." Remus responded vaguely, he had already heard footsteps coming from the corridor, "See you later." Before Tonks rushed into the living room, Remus Like a real coward, James grabbed his cloak and disappeared in front of the door of 12 Grimmauld Place.

"Remus!"

"What's the matter with both of you?" Moody exclaimed annoyedly, his magic eyes swishing back to stare at Tonks, who was also out of breath, "I thought Death Eaters I'm chasing you!"

It wasn't until Remus walked to a place with more pedestrians that he gradually calmed down.

Remus never imagined that love would come into his life. With his special status, Remus always carefully put himself in a humble and inconspicuous position, which has been the case since he was a teenager.When Tonks joined the Order of the Phoenix as an Auror, Remus only found the brash young witch amusing, and he later admired her.Remus refused to face his feelings, telling himself very sensibly that it was just "appreciation among colleagues", but he would secretly be happy for a long time every time someone sent him and Tonks on a night mission.

Of course, Remus didn't even think that this delicate peaceful situation would be broken by Tonks.One night a year ago, when they were spying on a Death Eater together, Tonks made a few comments to another member of the Order of the Phoenix while chatting: "Even if he stayed in Azkaban, he was still handsome, no Is it?" she remarked casually.

"Yeah, he's always been very feminine," Remus said sourly before he shut up.While he was taken aback by himself, Tonks took the lead in angrily accusing: "If you are not busy blaming yourself, then you should know who I like!" After finishing speaking, she angrily went around to the other side of the house One end continued to squat, refusing to give any explanation for what he said.

Remus' first reaction was to feel unprecedented happiness, but the short-lived happiness was immediately crushed by the heavy reality.Remus knew very well who he was, and knew that marriage and family were out of reach for a man like him.So he pretended he didn't understand anything, but that didn't fool Tonks, she knew why he refused to respond to her vague confession, which made her very sad.To make matters worse, Remus would take on more dangerous missions after that, just to keep a polite distance from her.

Remus couldn't find anyone to talk to or ask for advice.In many ways Sirius was the best person to talk to right now, but Remus knew Sirius would rather count the feathers on Buckbeak than play the role of emotional mentor.So he chose to bury this secret deep in his heart - he was too old, too poor, too destitute, and no one would associate him with the young and energetic Tonks.

Until today, a year later, Remus lost his last best friend.Perhaps Remus's heart was still wavering before this, but Sirius' sudden death made him completely decide to let go of his ties with Tonks: There is no need for a second person like Sirius and Hyacinth in this world. tragedy.

- 9 September - Watson Manor, Cumbria

"Are you really willing to take the risk?"

Margaret handed the tea to Dumbledore, then laughed: "Of course. Otherwise I wouldn't have traveled all the way back to England in secret."

Dumbledore looked seriously at the last heir of the Watson family: "I didn't know that you had worked indirectly for the Order of the Phoenix before."

Margaret shrugged and sat down on the chair: "The classification between us is too hasty, Dumbledore. There are people like me in Slytherin who are willing to side with the white wizard."

"I suppose Francis doesn't agree with you?"

"My father believed in the middle way," Margaret admitted, "but he gradually changed his mind after what Signus did, and he acquiesced to my position before his death. "

"Then you must have heard the news, too," Dumbledore asked. "Voldemort chose Draco and Violet to work for him."

"Just like Regulus and Cornelia in the past." Margaret thought for a while and added, "The only difference is that there is no signus to disrupt the situation this time, and the Dark Lord probably learned a little bit smarter." , he probably wanted to avoid civil unrest as much as possible.”

"I don't think so." Dumbledore shook his head. "Perhaps the Dark Lord intends to take a safer approach, but there must be some people who are secretly waiting for the opportunity to take the throne."

"What do you mean?" Margaret raised her eyebrows.

"I managed to get most of Barty Jr.'s memories before the Ministry of Magic intervened after he received the Dementor's Kiss. ​​Most of them were nothing out of the ordinary except for Cornelia Rozier and his daughter died at the Greengrass home in an accident at an early age."

Margaret frowned deeply: "I've heard some rumors...but...do you think it's true?"

"I believe their daughter is dead, so that leaves another question." Dumbledore cleared his throat and said seriously, "I don't know if Violet complained to you about Sister Greengrass? Daphne Tall, jealous but brainless, she counts Millicent Burst as her sidekick; Astoria is beautiful, lovable but too smart, and she counts Theodore Knott as her skirt Minister."

"Do you think this pair of sisters will cause trouble?" Margaret asked tactfully, "We can solve them secretly-just kidding." After seeing Dumbledore's eyes, Margaret smiled Changed his words, "From the description, I don't think they can cause a lot of trouble."

"What if one of them tried to replace Violet?" asked Dumbledore. "We all know how much jealousy can make people lose their minds..."

Margaret didn't answer, she took a sip of hot tea from her cup before speaking again: "I believe Violet will not be killed by Sister Greengrass."

"Margaret," Dumbledore reminded her gently, "it is Voldemort who hides behind the Greengrass sisters. Perhaps the Greengrass sisters are not to be feared, but what if they choose to join Voldemort's side?"

"My daughter is not an idler." Margaret stared at Dumbledore, "not to mention she is not fighting alone."

"Draco is still working for the Dark Lord, and he and Violet have parted ways because of it," Dumbledore reminded her, "and Blaise and Pansy still don't know what they're doing."

"That's right. But don't underestimate them. When our generation was their age, we had sounded the front lines of the war, and our sons and daughters will only be stronger than us." Margaret said firmly.

Dumbledore did not refute her words, but changed the subject to mention another matter: "So, you know what to do?"

Margaret nodded: "I plan to go to Germany before Christmas, go straight to my destination, and then return to England as usual during the holidays. I know someone must be spying on me now, but as long as I'm fast enough, they won't I'm aware of it."

"I shouldn't say it, but what are you going to do if they catch you?" asked Dumbledore.

"I'm a good Occlumency master, Dumbledore. If it doesn't work, I still have this." Margaret opened a box that had been kept on the coffee table. I'll take it with me with me."

"Very well," Dumbledore whispered, "I'm not sure, Margaret, but I'll do my best to keep you safe."

"Don't write bad promises, Dumbledore, if the Dark Lord knows what I have done in the past, he will immediately cast a death curse on me." Margaret put away her smile, "I am not doing things for you, But to get rid of this damn dark wizard. By the way, what happened to your hand?"

"That's another story, Margaret." Dumbledore said lightly, "I wonder why you didn't ask me to help take care of your daughter?"

"I have always taught Violet not to expect others to take care of and protect her." Margaret replied, "She is not the 'Girl Who Lived', no one would willingly die for her. We are the only ones who protect us - I always thought so."

The author has something to say:

Note:

1. The passage Hyacinth is writing is the story of her parents.She's been working on her memoir (or supplementary diary) lately—the same diary that Pansy and Violet later tried to steal.

2. [The last trace of blood disappears from Pansy's face]: She knew that her own birth was not something that both parents were happy to see.

3. Remus' part is adapted from relevant chapters on Pottermore.

4. Margaret sent a message to Grindelwald for Dumbledore.She has always supported the White Wizard.

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