HP Midnight Light

After the war, Edmund refused all proposals or interviews, and insisted on taking Hyacinth's remains back to Parkinson Manor.

Never before had his wife belonged so completely to him.She was lying in a coffin nailed with twelve three-inch nails, buried two meters from the ground.The bloody dress was replaced, and now she was wrapped in a piece of warm and soft dark green velvet, and fell into a deep sleep that would never wake up.

艾德蒙举起魔杖，亲自在墓碑上篆刻下她的姓名与生卒——海厄辛丝·帕金森，1961年7月31日-1998年5月2日

"Now I'm finally relieved." He smiled at the gloomy tombstone, "This time you are absolutely by my side."

At this time, it was almost dusk, the setting sun was like blood, and the flowers and trees blooming in summer swayed in the wind and sprinkled the petals on the newly erected graves. Where the sun fades away.

Edmund's eyes followed the petals rising and falling, following the golden light, he seemed to see their first encounter 26 years ago reappearing:

"Ignore them." He picked up the book on the floor and handed it to the girl who had suffered misfortune, while the four instigators had long since fled without a trace. "It's just a group of Gryffindors who have caused trouble."

"Thank you." She said carefully, as if she was afraid of offending him.

"Are you a freshman?" he continued. "What's your name?"

"Hyatings," she replied in an almost inaudible voice.

He vaguely remembered that this was a name frequently mentioned by Signus and others. Her background was not good, and she had a Gryffindor background... A helpless girl with an embarrassing status will undoubtedly be called by the snobbish Slytherin repelled.

But her eyes reminded him of the green smoke lingering between his father's fingers, with fickleness hidden under the gentleness.He couldn't tell whether it was her weak attitude that first aroused his pity or her wariness aroused his desire to conquer.Edmund has been taught since he was a child to grab what he can't get and destroy what he can't get—this is true for wealth, power, and women—but he never knows how to let go and make it happen.

He felt tears streaming down his face.Hyacinth, Hyacinth... He clearly knew that he would not be able to get any response anymore, because the owner of this name had already been buried in the ground.Finally he closed his eyes, and in the silent sigh of the evening wind, he clearly heard the memory that recorded the initial throbbing of his heart shattering in his heart.

Fourteen years later, Edmund, who had been staying behind closed doors all year round, read news about Zabini's house in the newspaper.When Blaise was promoted to Gringotts special advisor, he was also nominated to be the president of the European Arithmetic and Divination Research Association, and his wife Pansy Parkinson had just become the deputy editor of the "Daily Prophet" not long ago. The couple were in the limelight for a while.The newspaper published a group photo of their family of five, and mentioned that the couple's three children had already entered Hogwarts to start their student career.

Edmund felt a little lost, for 14 years had passed without him noticing.

After his wife and daughter left successively, Edmund's ambitions in his life were finally exhausted, and he lost his fighting spirit and interest in life.He closed the door to thank guests and never went out again, as if he wanted to spend the rest of his cold life as self-punishment in another sense.

Fourteen years later, the news of Zabini's house aroused the loneliness deep in Edmund's heart.He headed for London aimlessly, until he saw the colorful and lively festive decorations in the streets and alleys, and he remembered that Christmas would be two days away.

Unknowingly, he came under a bridge, Edmund stopped, and found that this place seemed familiar.

There was the sound of violins in the distance. When Edmund approached, he saw a man in a tuxedo standing under a street lamp and playing an unknown piece of music. He closed his eyes and devoted himself to the music. The music was beautiful. But it looked sad and out of tune with the surrounding festive atmosphere.Edmund watched him in silence till the end of the song.

"Sir." Edmund was taken aback when the fiddler opened his eyes, but he asked gently, "Do you like this piece?"

Edmund nodded and shook his head: "What's its name?"

"It has no name." The violinist looked into the distance, "I wanted to dedicate this piece to someone, but she never came."

Edmund understood, and he smiled: "So this is a love story."

"No." The fiddler denied with a smile, "it's a stranger."

"is it?"

"30 years ago today, I performed here to earn a living. By chance, I was favored by a lady to cross the sea to study music in the United States. I always wanted to thank you in person, so I came back here every year to wait since 14 years ago, but she never did. Come." At this point, the violinist took out a coin from his suit pocket with great care.Edmund looked down, and it was a gold Galleon.

A piercing pain suddenly pierced into the depths of Edmund's heart, making him completely divorced from reality, floating in the memory of that winter night 30 years ago.

"Actually, I've met her twice, but I didn't have time to ask her name." The violinist stared at Garen in his palm, "I hope she's all right."

Edmund struggled and asked, "Is everything okay?"

The violinist closed his palms and smiled bitterly: "I don't know about her life, but 30 years ago she didn't look happy, maybe because of a bad marriage...she didn't say it, but I know." He After a pause, he continued, "This is the place where I first met her. Many years ago in the summer, when I was in my early 20s, she was a little girl... We had a little quarrel, and then the young man suddenly Appeared, riding a motorcycle from the sky and took her away, how well matched and happy they looked at that time, as if they were born for each other, until now I think of them when I see couples riding motorcycles. I guess that is The love every girl dreams of: one day her prince will ride like a hero and take her away from everything to a utopia. I know this is the beginning of the story, but I have never been able to figure out the end of the story."

Edmund listened to the story in silence, then asked abruptly, "May I see that?"

The fiddler was a little surprised, but he still handed Gallon into the hands of this strange man.

It was just an ordinary gold Galleon.But Edmund remembered the scene when he handed the envelope with the photo to Hyacinth 30 years ago. She cried silently at first, and then let him take her back to Parkinson Manor.After that winter night she became seriously ill, and did not get better until the following spring.Later, she seemed to be a different person, neither smiling nor crying.

She seems to have resigned herself to her fate, gradually accepting the fact that life is passing pale and dull.She didn't mention Blake's name for many years, as if the love that lasted seven years when she was young was just a fleeting snowflake that melted in winter.

During the 12 years after Sirius was imprisoned until he was released from prison, the Thames continued to flow, but Hyacinth never stepped out of the house easily.Except for the room that no one can enter, she seems to have locked that London nightmare in the deepest part of her heart, never to mention it.

Don't want to, or don't want to?

After many years, Edmund suddenly understood the story hidden under her tears that winter night.

He held Jin Jialong in silence for a long time, it turned out that part of her soul had already died that winter night.Her happiness, pain, sadness or anger are gradually frozen, and the girl who can make both Blake and him fall in love has been killed by him.

He turned Miss White into Mrs Parkinson, but was that what he had in mind in the first place?

The violinist opened his mouth to stop this strange man who turned and left without warning, but at this moment he suddenly recognized him.

Thirty years ago, one of them was on the bridge, the other was under the bridge, at different ends, and they witnessed the ending of a story together.

After returning to Parkinson Manor that night, Edmund stepped into the lounge that once belonged to Hyacinth.Looking at it now, every furnishings in the room seems to have a new meaning.

He walked up to the huge mural and looked at it carefully. It was obviously the residence of Sirius and Hyacons in Greenwich District in the past.Edmund's eyes fell on the "S"-shaped window frame, and he immediately smiled contemptuously. He reached out to touch the mysterious mechanism without a teacher, and then reached out and took out a box from it—a box. The tin box used to hold Muggle chocolates—it may not have been the one given to Hyacins by Sirius, but the meaning behind it hasn't changed.

But apart from the locket, there was nothing new in the box, just a few letters and some trivial souvenirs.

It's ironic.The things she used to miss Blake were actually given to her by him.Edmund thought so, but at the same time, he found that there were a few more lines behind the photo in front of the church——

"My life should have ended in 1979, and the only reason I'm still alive is because of you." There was a blank space, and then a line that was illegible with tremors: "You see, at the end of the day, I still A disgraceful Slytherin - or I'd have the guts to die."

Edmund slumped down on the bed, unable to distinguish between joy and sorrow for a moment, only feeling a blank in his heart.For a moment, he turned over the photo and stared at the people in the photo with a hint of sadness, as if he wanted to draw a ray of warmth from their eyes full of happiness.

The thing he had put on the bed before accidentally slipped to the ground, and the moment it touched the ground, it suddenly made a very light "click".Edmund held his breath and bent down to pick it up. The mechanism on the back of the locket popped open to reveal a tightly folded note.He froze.

Perhaps because she couldn't bear to look at it carefully, Hyacinth never noticed the mystery behind the locket.The fall just now completely destroyed this small mechanism, and presented this note, which was many years late, to Edmund's eyes, as if it was a play of fate.

He hesitated for a moment, and finally unfolded it.The handwriting on the note is smooth and calm, calm and restrained, and the font is elegant and correct. Although it is unfamiliar, it is undoubtedly written by Sirius.

After seeing it clearly, all the initial curiosity disappeared, and the corners of Edmund's lips curled up in a mocking arc, and then trembled slightly——

"Hyases:

When you read this note, I should no longer be by your side.The only thing I hope now is that you can continue to walk, after all, you are too young, I don't deserve you to lose all the time of the rest of my life.

I know that forgetting is a difficult thing, but people's memory will always erase the bad and keep the good. You will never forget me, but please don't cry for me, otherwise I will be very angry.If you really miss me, then look up at the night sky, I will never really leave you.

May your life be safe, worry-free and happy.

Sirius

November 1979, 3"

The note fell to the ground.

If she had seen it first, would things have ended differently?

Edmund dared not, did not want to predict.

The next day he exhumed the remains of Hyacinth, who had been buried in the garden, and personally burned them together with the coffin to ashes.

"Master...Master!" Tata exclaimed from the side, and Edmund looked at the burning coffin, and couldn't help laughing out loud, smiling, but his cheeks were already wet with tears:

"Tata, I regret it." He choked up and said, "It's too late, too late..."

After a long, long time, he was finally willing to repent, and finally understood that what he gave her was not love, but it was too late.

The flame gradually died out.He looked at her ashes, speechless.

The morning is a beauty, and the evening is a dry bone.

How wonderful it would be if time could return to the beginning of everything, but it is a pity that youth cannot be turned back, and fate is not allowed to regret chess.

Edmund died at Parkinson Manor a few months later.The night before he shut himself up in his study to drink alone, and the next day the house-elf went to routinely clean up the room and found that he had stopped breathing.

In fact, he was still in middle age, far from the age to die.Maybe it was the alcohol that killed him, maybe it was the depression or the confession, maybe it was himself.

If they meet again in heaven, after many years, how should they greet—with silence?With tears?

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Note:

1.【Pansy Parkinson】: She didn't change her surname after she got married.

2.1976. Edmund hadn't started spying on Hyacins himself when she met Sirius at Blackfriars Bridge in [-].

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There are still two or three chapters to finish in this article, so please point out if there is something unclear or missing~ [Of course it will be refined after it is finished]

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