HP Midnight Light

- 1998 June 4 - 27 Grimmauld Place

Blaise found Pansy in Sirius' room again, and she had slowly brought the room back to its original state little by little.Although Pansy claimed she was doing it just to pass the time, Blaise knew it was more than that.

On their last day here, she escaped from the dining table again and went alone to the bedroom that had once belonged to Sirius.At six o'clock in the evening, the pendulum clock struck hoarsely, and the dim light shone through the velvet curtains to illuminate the dusty carvings and broken silverware under the dome.Now it is almost summer, the days will be lengthened and the nights will be delayed.

She knelt down and looked at the old fourth-year history of magic book.

Professor Binns made the goblin rebellion as boring as the founding of the Ministry of Magic in a dull tone.Sleepy students inadvertently misspelled someone's name while a small picture was sloppily drawn on the book in front of them.The wizard with his head completely submerged in the cauldron in the picture was wearing a black robe. Pansy once thought it was the Dark Lord, but the artist's thoughtful footnote on the side showed that it was dear Professor Snape.

"When the snotlite decides to wash his hair once in ten years," the young Sirius taunted with self-effacing humor, "he'll drown in a pot of powerful cleaning potion before washing his head."

She thought of Professor Snape's hair, and then smiled knowingly, as if she saw the 15-year-old young man showing this cartoon to her friends while Professor Binns was writing on the blackboard, and Snape sitting in the corner Knowing that they were laughing at him but not knowing why - whose 15-year-old isn't like this?

"Pansy," Blaise slammed the door backhand to signal his presence, "we should go. Draco will meet us at the Three Broomsticks."

"Look at this, Blaise." Pansy handed him the book, "I have to admit it's easy to fall in love with a 15-year-old Blake—even if he's a jerk who likes to play tricks and make fun of people, then And an attractive bastard, too."

Blaise looked down at the cartoon, and he smiled faintly: "Is that why you flattered him? Professor Snape might be so angry that he would put you in confinement."

"That's the point I want to say." Pansy took the book back from his hand and put it back on the shelf, then she pointed to the portrait that she had put on the desk, "So why does he like her Woolen cloth?"

Blaise motioned for her to continue.

"It would make perfect sense if it was her unrequited love, but what confuses me is that they like each other." Pansy gave a short laugh. "It's ridiculous." Image, "How could such a person fall for a woman who is cold, weak, mean, self-righteous, and doesn't care about anything? Not only are they completely opposite, but they are almost completely different."

"Maybe she wasn't like this before, maybe she's changed a lot, maybe it's just armor she uses to make herself feel safe."

"That's an excuse."

"Pencey," Blaise said softly, "everyone in this world deserves to be loved."

"I don't think so." She declared again with a hint of anger.

"But you only know your mother, Pansy, and you only know Mrs. Parkinson. You don't even know her."

"Oh?" Pansy made a questioning voice aggressively.

"Take a step back," Blaise decided not to argue with her, "at least she loves him very much. You can tell from the painting that she painted it very carefully."

"Then Blake is too easily swayed by someone's admiration." She shook her head and didn't pursue the question any further. Instead, she picked up her wand: "Let me cast a transfiguration spell on you, just in case."

Blaise obediently closed his eyes for her to chant, and after a familiar sting, he moved to the front of the window to see his new face.His appearance hadn't changed much, Pansy had just cast a spell that distorted his features a bit.

"Why did you choose to side with Potter?" Pansy asked suddenly, her face now resembling that of a Ravenclaw graduate.

"Because I also have something I want to protect." Blaise thought it was not a good time to talk about it, "We'd better leave now and not keep Draco waiting."

"It's a horrible thing to think about," Pansy said suddenly, as they walked toward the fireplace. "We're probably going to be dead in a few days."

"But death is a greater adventure, and our sacrifice will be worth it." Blaise picked up the box of Floo powder. "Are you afraid?"

"No, of course not," Pansy denied quickly. "So are you afraid—afraid that you won't have a chance to fulfill your unfulfilled dreams? Like your trip around the world? And other plans?"

Blaise smiled and didn't answer. He handed her the box and signaled her to go first. Pansy reached out and grabbed a handful of Floo powder, staring at him curiously: "You know, you seem to be very preoccupied. The recent paragraph Time has always been like this."

"is it?"

"what happened?"

Blaise blinked: "You want to know?"

Pansy looked into those blue eyes, and they stared at each other in silence for a few seconds.At last she said nothing, and stooped into the fireplace: "The Three Broomsticks!"

Green flames rose, and she was gone.Blaise shook the remaining Floo powder in the box, feeling a little relieved and a little frustrated.

- July 4 - Greengrass House

"...you can dip your handkerchief in the delirious potion, and—"

"What are you doing?"

Sylvia hurriedly got up to block the fireplace, but this short time was enough for Sean to see clearly the face that hastily disappeared into the fireplace.

"You're talking to Leah?" He suddenly lost his sleepiness, "She's using the fireplace in the Slytherin lounge to communicate with you through the Floo network?" He couldn't believe his eyes, "You know what's happening now? How dangerous is it? The Floo network at Hogwarts is closely monitored, and if it is discovered—" He turned to another question when he saw Sylvia's expression, "How long have you been doing this?"

Sean's tone was obviously severe. If he hadn't accidentally woke up halfway tonight and found his wife was not by his side, I'm afraid he wouldn't even know how he died!

Sylvia faltered and looked around.

"Tell me!" Sean yelled at her for the first time.

"It's been a while." She took a cautious step back from the fireplace, Sylvia was well aware of what happened to Sean's ex-wife before the divorce, and she didn't want history to repeat itself.

"'A period of time'?" Sean realized that the woman in front of him hadn't noticed the seriousness of the problem. "How long?"

Sylvia hesitated for a moment: "Since the return of the Dark Lord."

Sean almost fainted: "Are you crazy, Sylvia? You know very well that the Dark Lord cannot tolerate this kind of 'betrayal'!"

"But we didn't betray him—"

"Enough! What are you asking Leah to do?" he interrupted Sylvia sharply. "Tell me all about it."

He flicked his wand to light all the lights in the living room, which meant that Sean would never appease his anger easily.After weighing for a while, Sylvia gradually sensed the ominous smell from his movements and eyes, which made her feel tighter: "Theodore received the news that the Dark Lord will start to move within a few hours, I asked Leah Try to get the few Slytherins out of the way with the stun beforehand."

"Make it clear who you want her to get rid of!"

"Malfoy and Snape!" Sylvia said quickly, "after getting rid of them, no one can stand in front of Leah."

"Stupid woman!" Sean snarled, "And before that? What else did you ask her to do before that?" He couldn't wait for Sylvia's answer, and began to circle the living room eagerly, thinking Looking at the ins and outs of the matter, "Could it be you who set up Leah and Theodore?" He suddenly turned around and stared at Sylvia, his eyes were a little red, "No——Your goal was Malfoy at the beginning, yes ?"

"That's right." Sylvia blushed and argued, "but then I found out that Knott has more potential."

"Potential! You have a good eye, Sylvia, how much potential do you think Knott has left after Crabbe's trouble?" Sean kicked the coffee table over, and he finally remembered belatedly. "How much did you get involved with Daphne's affairs?" He asked surprisingly calmly.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Sylvia's eyes flickered, "Why should I kill my stepdaughter?"

This time, her words failed to fool Sean. He walked up to her and knelt down slowly, lifting her chin with his fingers: "Don't lie to me, Sylvia."

She flinched.

"Tell me all about it," Sean ordered.

"I just happened to let her find that ring!" Sylvia whispered, "If she hadn't rummaged through things herself, how could she have found that ring?—Ah!"

Her words were interrupted by a crisp slap, and Sean added another slap with his backhand: "Then you must have left a note indicating that the ring belongs to the Rozier family?"

Sylvia cried: "Obviously she—"

"It turns out that Daphne was killed by you!" Although Sean hated the eldest daughter in the past many years, and she was not likable, it didn't mean that he could tolerate her dying in the same room, "You How dare, how dare you-"

"She makes things difficult for Leah!" Sylvia yelled, she pushed Sean away and stood up, with tears welling up in her eyes, "You saw how she treated Leah after impersonating Rozier! If one day you and I die, how will she be mean to Leah? Shouldn't I think about my daughter?"

Sean gasped, her words pierced his heart like a sharp arrow, he never expected that one day Sylvia would start plotting against him:

"Don't you think I've forgotten—Astoria was capable of killing Leto Rosier when she was a child, and I pampered her and allowed her to become arrogant, but it was only to cover up the cruelty in her nature. Just one side! What did you do? What did you do!"

The secret that was carefully hidden by the Greengrass couple for more than ten years was finally spoken out loud by Sean.

He took a step back and lost all his strength and fell on the sofa, while Sylvia stopped crying, horror written all over her face.

-February 1983, 11-

It was getting late and the kids were sent back to their rooms, where Sean and Sylvia snuggled up on the couch.

"What will I get for Thanksgiving?" Sylvia asked.

"You'll know when you get up tomorrow morning, dear." Sean pretended to be mysterious.

"Will it be a gold ring with pearls?"

"Maybe." Sean kissed her hair. "I hear that charming friend of yours is throwing a very special party tonight? Didn't she invite you?"

"I want to stay with you and Leah more." Sylvia's voice became slightly colder, but Sean didn't notice it:

"Really? The last time I saw Tracy was at her wedding—"

"You seem to miss her a lot?"

It wasn't until Sylvia's tone was obviously jealous that Sean came back to his senses, and he quickly made amends: "No, I just think you are sometimes too lonely."

"It's enough for me to have you." Sylvia pushed Sean away, "I'll go upstairs to see how the children are doing."

"I'll wait for you here." Sean hinted, looking greedily at Sylvia's back, while quietly opening the box containing the ring and taking another look - this was a surprise for Sylvia.Sean spent his whole life trying to get this stunner, which made him almost responsive to Sylvia's request and never refused.

Sylvia walked up to the second floor.All is well with the girls.Daphne is alone with a toy, while Leto competes with Astoria for a music box.

"Okay, okay." Sylvia, as a mother, of course prefers her daughter, she stepped forward to separate the two girls, gave the music box to Astoria, and then took another plush toy and handed it to Leto .After that, she didn't stay long and went back downstairs.

"Is that kid going to stay here forever?"

asked Sylvia as Sean was impatient to take off her robe.

"Of course." He replied absently and vaguely. Sylvia took a breath and continued to ask without giving up: "You can't send her away—"

"Don't talk about her now, sweetheart." Sean interrupted her quickly, and Sylvia gasped, immediately forgetting what she was going to say next.

The couple was lingering on the sofa, and the red hair band fell down and wrapped around Sylvia's ankles, looking extra sexy. Just when they were getting more and more lost in love, Daphne's wailing suddenly came from upstairs:

"Leto! Leto!"

Her childish voice forced out a haunting sense of howling ghosts in the dark night, and the Greengrasses were startled. Sean pushed Sylvia away and hurriedly put on the robe, and she hurriedly grabbed the clothes and followed Rush up to the second floor behind him.

"What's wrong?" Sylvia's question got stuck in her throat when she saw the scene in front of her—

Astoria's face was covered with a few bloodstains from fingernails, and a large patch of red was on his forehead, while Leto lay flat on the carpet with all four limbs, motionless.

"Daddy, Daphne!" Daphne stumbled over and cried and hugged Sean's leg, while Astoria froze in place as if she was petrified.

"Leah, Leah." Sylvia rushed over to hug her daughter. She glanced in fear, and found that Leto's face was slightly blue, obviously silent, and her nails were stained with blood. It didn't take much to think that it was Astoria's blood.

"What happened?" Sean asked, leaning over to meet Daphne at eye level, "Don't be afraid, tell Dad."

Daphne cried louder and louder, she leaned on Sean's shoulder and sobbed, and reluctantly recounted the accident just now——

After Sylvia left, Leto still wanted to get the music box from Astoria. During the fight, Astoria was hit hard by the music box on the forehead, and then she suddenly raged Pushed Leto to the ground and covered her entire face with a plush toy.Leto struggled desperately at first, but Astoria exerted more force, and within a few tens of seconds, Leto stopped moving, but Astoria still tightly covered her mouth and nose until she finally came to her senses Daphne let out a wail

"What are we going to do?" Sylvia hugged Astoria tightly.Daphne was still sobbing and crying non-stop, Sean's eyes moved from Leto's body to the faces of his wife and daughter, he was trembling all over, but he spit out cold words:

"It has to be a secret."

A conspiracy was brewed that night, and the Greengrasses buried Leto's body in the backyard. People only knew that Astoria's twin brother died in infancy, but they didn't know the story behind it.

-Now-

"What are we going to do?" Sylvia clenched her skirt and shouted.

"It's late." Sean lit a cigarette and watched it burn. He saw the end of Astoria in the smoke and regret. "You have returned home."

The author has something to say:

Note:

1. [As early as the incident at Crabbe...]: It refers to the affair between Betty and Old Nott.

2.【Shouldn’t I think about it for my daughter? ]: The wizarding world is obviously a primogeniture system, which means that after Sean dies, Daphne will inherit all his property.

3. [Tracey]: Mrs. Zabini, Blaise's mother.

4. The title refers to Leto who died unjustly

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