HP Midnight Light

-Ode-

Now she can see the sunrise every day.The pure light dyed the sky white little by little, trembling and suddenly jumped out of the clouds to cover the traces of the night.

It rained the night before, and there was a thin mist on the glass.She jumped out of bed and walked to the window, pressing her cheek against the glass, her warm breath blurring the street scene more and more.She stared blankly at the unfamiliar scenery, at a loss.

"Good morning, Hyacins."

When he came in front of her again, he was already gray-haired, his eyes were still deep and gentle, but there was a trace of worry hidden.

"Good morning," she replied.

"Do you remember who I am?" he asked.

"Dr. Wallis," she startled herself when she blurted out.The therapist on the opposite side nodded and smiled: "It's me."

She clasped her hands uneasily, as if she had accidentally missed a period of time, and when she opened her eyes again, it was a hundred years later.

-Burial-

In a nightmare in the middle of the night, she pushed back the sweaty hair on her forehead, the starlight was dim outside the window, and the sound of "Hyase" still echoed in her ears.

Someone was calling her name, tender and touching.

Who is that person?She thought with some melancholy.The heart is empty, as if something has been stolen.

She stretched out her arms to wrap herself around herself, and the night was long, making people fear for no reason.

The incessant summer rain disturbed her mind countless times, and she finally stopped the routine doctor to express her concerns.At that time, it was clear after the rain outside the window, and flocks of birds flew by in the sky, like white fish in the river.

"I've seen them." She stretched out her fingers to feel the force of the wind, but once again she couldn't find her way in the maze of memories.

"Really? Maybe." Dr. Wallis's smile remained unchanged, "Don't worry, Hyacinth, you're fine now." He patted her on the head like a father, coaxing her to give up Think about playing a game of wizard chess with him.

"When was the last time we met?" She suddenly asked before making the move, "Were you also a therapist at that time?" Startled, he knelt down and picked them up one by one after apologizing, but when he looked up, he saw tears welling up in Dr. Wallis' eyes.

"A long time ago." He said after a long time, "At that time, you were also my patient."

"But I can't remember." She felt panic again in the tears of the therapist, and Hyacinth clutched the pieces in her hand in panic, trying to read her past from his eyes, "Why would I Don't remember?"

Before the therapist could answer, she spotted another person at the door.

The strange man looked at her without saying a word.

-Limerence-

He came here often, and after exchanging a few words with Dr. Wallis, he looked at her in silence, tired and eager.

All this disturbed Hyacinth, but Dr. Wallis was vague and refused to explain.

Finally, she cautiously approached the strange man with a deck of cards.

"Can you play cards?"

Between words, she smiled at him.Her smile and her request were things he hadn't gotten in the last dozen years.

She didn't wait for an answer, but she wasn't rejected either.So she took it upon herself to shuffle the cards.

"I'll just do the simplest," she said. "Sirius can play bridge, but he hasn't had time to teach me yet." She accidentally uttered the forbidden name, and so easily, without any pain or anger.

At this moment, she stopped without warning, staring at the playing cards in her hand, frowning slightly.

"Where did he go?" She asked herself softly, and then her brows stretched into a smile, "He will be back in the evening at the latest." She found the answer excitedly without anyone asking, "Hope he remembers to bring me ice cream—do you like chocolate with yogurt and almonds?"

From the gray eyes staring at him, he clearly read the deepest joy and equal depth of anticipation, and his heart suddenly felt a pang, as if cut by countless sharp knives and hastily welded.

Even though Black had been dead for so long, he could still see him clearly when his eyes were closed.It was a nightmare that haunted him all his life—he saw them sitting on a park bench at night enjoying a beer; Leaning her head on his shoulder, she could also imagine her long hair sloping into his arms, her kissing him... and more.

Jealousy takes root in the heart like a poisonous seed, which remains so after many years, and grows into a deadlier hatred and hopeless sorrow.

He knew that Blake occupied all her youth, he had her smile and tears, tenderness and dependence, love and enthusiasm, and even after his death, her despair was caused by him.And all of this belonged to Blake. Although he was her husband in name, he got nothing.

As early as when he leaned over to grab her who was unconscious on the ground, he had expected such consequences, but never imagined that it would have such great power.For their own selfish desires, they have come to this step.

He couldn't figure out the reason behind it, it seemed that the origin of the evil was really just an evil thought that flashed through his mind when he was young.

But when he spoke, he said, "He won't come back."

Hyacinth looked at him ignorantly, not knowing why the silent man would say that suddenly.

"No, he will," she insisted.This protest suddenly ignited the anger in his heart, he reached out and grabbed her, regardless of her struggle, and pulled her closer to him:

"Don't you remember who I am?"

In her terrified eyes, he saw himself, as ferocious as many years ago, and it was at this moment that he decided to fight the villain to the end.

"I am your husband." He almost growled in her ear, as if he wanted to engrave these words deep in her mind, "You have been married to me for 16 years!"

"Impossible!" She yelled in tears and pushed him away forcefully. Edmund staggered and hit the window sill, and there was a sharp pain in his back.She curled up in the corner, covering her head and screaming in pain. He wanted to get closer, but in exchange for a sudden blow, blood trickled down from his forehead. He took a deep breath, and she had already left behind the criminal The tool - a teacup - escaped from the ward.

"Hyase!"

She clings to the only person she trusts like a drowning man at a straw.

"I want Sirius." She begged, gently shaking Dr. Wallis's sleeve like a child, her eyes full of pleading, "I want Sirius."

"I know, child." He reached out and touched the top of her head, while pulling out his wand and said quickly, "Swoon!"

-Inception-

An inch of time is fleeting.

Sirius Black.

She thought of the name, and then of Azkaban's cold stone walls and impenetrable sunlight.The only love of her life was imprisoned there for 12 years, and all her joy and expectations were eaten away by dementors.

So what happened before?What happened after that?

She sat quietly by the window and waited for the dawn, vaguely remembering that this was not the first sleepless night in her life.The potted plant was taken good care of by her, she touched it lightly, but still couldn't get back the lost time.

The man who claimed to be her husband came again, and this time he didn't try to get close to her, but only gave her a small green plant.

"I really married you?" She asked holding the potted plant.

"Yes." He avoided her eyes, "but you hate me."

After the couple stared at each other quietly for a moment, she stepped forward without warning and hugged him gently.

He froze all over: "Why?"

"You are lonely," she replied.

He suddenly hugged her tightly, which could almost be regarded as murder: "Will you forgive me?" He asked tremblingly against her ear, "Did you forgive me?"

"No." Hyacinth shook her head, "But it's much easier to forget than to forgive."

-Vacancy-

Sirius stepped out from the shade of the tree, and the bright summer sun turned his black hair into a burning golden.

Edmund was struck by lightning: "You—"

"Take it easy, I just wanted to say something to you," he said in a lithe but real voice.

He walked forward, and Edmund got up and ran after him as if possessed.They walked to the edge of the Black Lake, the white pebbles ironing the soles of their feet.

"look."

Sirius brought his closed palms in front of him, and then suddenly opened them.At that moment, countless birds flocked to the sky, and they were reflected in the lake like pure white fish.

"She's supposed to be like this," Sirius said, his voice dazzled him like a demon, "but you made her like this."

Under their silent gaze, the flock of flying birds suddenly plunged straight into the lake, and the joy in the sky was no longer there.

Edmund looked down and saw the lifeless creature floating on the lake.

"What you love is a fresh girl, not Mrs. Parkinson, who is like a walking dead later." Sirius said, he bent down to touch the lake water, and pushed it away from countless beautiful ripples, "You occupy her, just like occupying her." Same loot."

He continued to cut his will like a voice that stopped him, but he could neither break free nor escape from this nightmare.

"Are you showing off to me?" demanded Edmund sharply. "Yes, she's loved you nearly all her life, and you've won! You don't have to tell me—"

"I'm not showing off to you, Parkinson." Sirius' tone gradually condensed, "If possible, I hope to kill you. After all, you snatched her but didn't cherish her, and even ruined her."

The dead Sirius looked at the living Edmund, who used silence as his last weapon.

They're telling the truth, and they both know each other's secrets.They couldn't tell the difference, neither of them had the upper hand.

They looked away at the same time, unable to bear to think about it, one hated the impermanence of fate, and the other grieved for the cruelty of time.

-Intricacy-

Soon she welcomed a second guest.

a strange girl.

"Are you really crazy?"

Dr. Wallis hissed disapprovingly behind her, but the girl looked at her eyebrows and eyes carefully and asked again: "You don't remember anything?"

There was some resemblance hidden in their eyebrows, Hyacinth thought, their relationship must not be that simple.

Her subconscious also proves this.

"Have you found your answer yet?" Hyacinth asked back. She obviously didn't remember who came, but she remembered how to answer, "So what else do you want to take away from me?"

The girl's lips moved a few times, but no sound came out after all.During the long silence, Hyacinth noticed her frustration and annoyance, and she wanted to comfort her, but the growling voice in her heart ordered her not to approach this girl.

Hyacinth.She turned to look at her own reflection in the glass.How many secrets are you hiding?

-Ataraxia-

The last time the girl named Pansy came, she handed her a cardboard box containing two red bean buns.

"You used to love them," she said simply. "I'm leaving, thanks for telling me."

Hyacins boiled it all down to one sentence: "I don't understand."

"It seems that you don't remember anything, which is a good thing." Pan Xi looked at her, and suddenly smiled wryly, "You are very lucky."

She has thousands of words, but there is no need to say them.Pansy took one last look at Hyacinth and chose to leave.She turned away with her back straight and her steps firm, a proud and strong girl unlike her father or her mother.

Dr. Wallis' treatment finally paid off, and she was able to wake up intermittently and remember the past.However, most of the time, she is still muddled like a child who needs careful care.

In third grade class, the Charms professor mentioned the Forgetting Charm for the first time.He said that the wizard who invented the Oblivion Charm refused to reveal why he created it all his life, and finally he died alone, leaving behind a great spell and countless wonderful gossip.

"Maybe he is too sad, if he doesn't forget that past, he can't continue to be happy." Olivia said quietly.

"I think it's more like he died in repentance." Cornelia wrote down a line of notes upright, without any sympathy for the story, "While committing a crime while trying to forget—this is really hypocritical!"

Forget it all.

For the rest of her life the spell would echo in her mind like a string of curses.

For countless nights in more than ten years, she wandered in the dreamland that never came away.She gazes at another self living another life, becoming a slowly aging but happy and content wife, startled by her son's amazing moves on a toy broom, and as her daughter begins to receive Worry about love letters.

However, after waking up from the dream, what remains beside the pillow is always only the cold moonlight.

She silently wiped away the wet tears on her face, telling herself thousands of times that this was just a dream.She will never have the opportunity to have such a family again in her lifetime, she sews this fantasy in the deepest and closest place of her heart, but the knife edge is always fresh.

The freshly healed wound still cracks, bleeds, and hurts from time to time, as if everything happened yesterday.

How can these past events be easily forgotten.

-Tryst-

It seemed to be the first encounter when she was 14 years old. She was running in the fog that surrounded the entire platform.

"Sirius!" she yelled.

The voices of people around were indistinct, but she only saw the figure from far to near.

Hyacinth looked at Sirius who was coming out of the mist, with a bright smile and obvious happiness in his brows.She suddenly burst into tears.

"It was just a farewell, Hyacinth." He stood in front of her and looked down at her, more real than ghosts and nothing more than living people.

"Are you real?" she asked anxiously.

As if predicting that she would not be able to bear another separation, he wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes: "I never left you."

The surrounding scenery changes rapidly.Sometimes it's Hogsmeade, with students trembling into the Three Broomsticks pub; sometimes it's 12 Grimmauld Place, with its bold poster of a Muggle girl in a bikini on its bedroom wall; sometimes it's castle lights The splendid auditorium, the dome reflects the endless starry sky outside the window; sometimes it is an empty corridor, and students can be seen walking on the grass outside.

In the end, everything went back to the King's Fourteenth Station, and they met again at the place where they first met, but half of their lives had passed unintentionally.

"Am I going to die?" she asked, "or I won't see you again."

He didn't answer directly, just kissed her forehead, then smiled: "I'm leaving."

The siren sounded far away through the fog.

"May I go with you?" she asked eagerly.

He smiled and shook his head and refused: "You have to keep going."

"Where to go?"

He pointed to his heart.

Hyacinth froze, the steam got thicker and thicker, and Sirius was no longer in sight.

Light envelops the world.

She was still in St. Mungo's when she awoke, as if she had had a fantastic dream and finally woke up.

-Epoch-

"I want to get out of here." She dressed neatly and knocked on Dr. Wallis' office door.

"The war has begun, Hyacins," he explained mildly. "It's dangerous out there."

"I'm awake." She told him all the hidden pain and secrets with her eyes, "I'm going to Hogwarts."

There was a trace of sadness in the old man's smile: "I know, you have always been a brave girl." He handed over the Floo powder as if he was ready, "Go to the Hog's Head Pub in Hogsmeade, people enter Hogg from there. Watts."

"You know I'm going?"

"I know." He seemed to have predicted it, "I knew it many years ago."

She grabbed a handful of floo powder, and a name popped into her mind: "Is Pandora okay?"

"She died," Dr. Wallis said quietly. "Seven years ago. By a wrong spell."

She never expected that the ending would be like this. The young girl who used to hum Christmas songs and hang various decorations for the ward has turned into bones. She still remembers how she shyly said that she was going on a date. But Yin and Yang are separated.

"My granddaughter is also at Hogwarts," Dr. Wallis said proudly. "She will fight."

"Won't you come with me? To Hogwarts?"

"No." Dr. Wallis denied. "I'm going to stay here to treat the wounded—whether it's in the war or after the war." He looked at her. "Good luck, Hyacins."

When she returned to Hogwarts, it was nightfall.

The horizon was burning in purple and golden flames, and a group of thestrals hovered upwards, hesitating at the boundary between day and night, and finally flapped their wings and flew into the distant sea of ​​stars.

"If I'm not with you, remember me with a star."

She remembered his words, and she couldn't help smiling as tears blurred her vision.

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Note:

1. The titles of this chapter are Ode (song), Burial (funeral), Limerence (obsession), Inception (Inception), Vacancy (blank), Intricacy (complicated), Ataraxia (calm), Tryst (tryst), Epoch ( All the first letters of era) can be spelled obliviate (every forgetting is empty)

2.【巧克力味冰淇淋加酸奶和杏仁】：它在之前出现过两次。一次是1979年5月2日西里斯答应给海厄辛丝带回来。另一次是1981年3月1日艾德蒙给她买的。

3. [Bonsai]: The bar where James and the others took Sirius to hold a bachelor party on the eve of the wedding is called "Bonsai".

4. [Red Bean Bread]: Pansy knew from Hyacinth's diary that she liked it, but Hyacinth no longer remembered that she told Pansy to go back to Parkinson Manor to get the diary.

5. Dennis Wallis' granddaughter is Luna Lovegood.

6. This chapter is about the period between Hyacinth's madness and the defense of Hogwarts.

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The next chapter or the next chapter will give out bento.

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