HP Midnight Light

After a 16-year absence, Pansy returns to the place where she grew up.The old house-elf stood by the door to welcome her, and Tata's face was full of grief, and she described the last period of Edmund's life in detail with tears.Until Pansy interrupted gently but unquestionably:

"Has he repented?"

"He wasn't a bad guy," Tata argued for his dead owner, "he just did some wrong things."

Pansy smiled. "My mother was right. My birth was a mistake."

Tata was unable to answer her question, which was to be expected.

Instead of looking at the lounge where all the secrets were hidden, Pansy went back to her girlish room, overlooking the Parkinson Manor in late autumn from the window.

It is no longer the season for pansies to bloom, and the garden is somewhat bleak due to neglect of management.The manor where celebrities used to come and go has revealed a little desolation.No matter how luxurious the mansion is, there will be a day of decline, and no matter how old the family is, it will gradually perish.It was Blake who disappeared ten years ago, and Parkinson ten years later.Yet in the end, they are all but a tiny blip in the history of magic.

"Tata." Pansy knew it was waiting outside the door, "Have you always known about them?"

The old elf shook his head and nodded.Pansy stretched out her hand and gently grabbed the white curtains, recalling for no reason how her mother looked at the night sky outside the window many years ago.

She gradually understood that what her mother saw through the stars was not just a certain person, but the happiness, freedom and all the moments that could be cherished or praised once belonged to her.

"Miss." Tata interrupted suddenly, "There is one thing...you must take a look."

Pansy agreed, but she didn't expect that what Tata showed her was a porcelain jar, which was placed on the coffee table in the living room, conspicuous but easy to ignore.

Tata didn't need to remind her, she knew what was in it the first time she saw it.

"Master is not happy." Tata finally couldn't help crying, "He got nothing, he lost everything..."

"He shouldn't have extended the tragedy of his parents' marriage to himself." Pansy squatted down and stared at the porcelain jar, "He's too selfish."

"Master is not—"

"Tata." Pansy took off the silk scarf around his neck and handed it to Tata, "You are free."

Tata's words stopped abruptly, and the next second it burst into a painful wail.

"This is not your punishment."

"No! No!" screamed the house-elf.

"Go to Hogwarts, Tata, you can get a new job there." Pansy insisted, and she put the silk scarf in the elf's hand. "We've all been bound here for too long." She Some cold-bloodedly left the elf who was still weeping bitterly, took the porcelain pot and walked to the porch, where the warm autumn sunset was sprinkled.

She hugged the porcelain pot carefully, as if she finally got the warm embrace from her mother that she longed for in the past.

Now, she finally understood that it was something she could never get in her whole life.

She sat alone on the steps and thought wildly until a hand was placed on her shoulder: "It's getting late."

"I know."

"I should confess one thing to you." Blaise sat down beside her, and the two looked at the Parkinson Manor, which was dyed orange by the sunset, "I don't approve of your refusal to help Wood's writing , so I came here privately that day. Tata told me that your father once confessed that it handed something into your hands..." Blaise skipped the details of their conversation, "Finally I persuaded it to take the diary directly Sent to Wood."

Pansy raised her eyebrows in surprise, and then turned her head to reprimand: "You are so brave, Blaise!"

Blaise knew she wasn't really angry: "Sorry, I didn't expect such a story when I sent the diary to Wood."

She shook her head. "I didn't know that until I read it."

Blaise was silent for a moment: "So, how much did you guess before that?"

Actually, it was a useless question, but Pansy still answered, "Absolutely half." She looked up at Blaise, eyes twinkling, "Except for the part about the Oblivion Charm. She turned her head away suddenly, and Blaise stretched out his hand to rub her hair. It took a while for Pansy to finish her words, "I thought things would be more complicated."

Blaise didn't say that nonsense: "What are you going to do next?"

Pansy looked down at the porcelain pot in her arms: "I think... I don't need this manor." She looked at Blaise, who gave her an encouraging smile:

"The only thing we have to worry about is how to explain this story to the children. Of course, they should not be too surprised by it after hearing about my mother's legend."

"They'll understand, right?" She laughed through her tears.

"Of course." Blaise stared into Pansy's eyes, "Don't worry, we have a lot of time for them to understand the truth behind it."

Pansy couldn't help but take his hand, but before she could say anything Bracey cut it off: "I know what you're trying to say." He leaned down and kissed her forehead, "I love you like you love me That much."

Pansy later donated the Parkinson estate as a second war memorial against Tom Riddle.Coincidentally, Millison also donated the Burst House as a museum shortly thereafter.

One day they ran into each other at the Ministry of Magic, and when they smiled at each other, they understood each other's intentions.

Later, she divided Hyacinth's ashes into five parts and scattered them in the village of Ottery St. Catchpole where she was born, under the monument of Wu's Orphanage, on the hillside where the Shrieking Shack was located, and in Green In the garden of that church in Wedge--

The last copy was thrown into the Thames by her in the locket.

In that little locket was hidden the brightest and most innocent happiness of Hyacinth's life.It is her most cherished commemoration of that love, and it has brought her short-term comfort and longer sadness in countless cold nights of frightened dreams.Now, it will accompany her into a long sleep, and all the past will be buried together.

Pansy thought that this should be the ending her parents would be happy to see.Hyacinth was not buried in any cold cemetery, she was buried in the river that flowed through her life, where there are flocks of birds and stories on and off the bridge.From then on, the first ray of sunlight illuminating the river will also kiss her cheek every day, bringing her the warmth and freedom she dreamed of during her lifetime.

One day her story will be forgotten like countless others, like melting ice or dried water.

Pansy knew she wouldn't mind.

She just wants to ask, has she got the love, peace and freedom she dreamed of in her lifetime?

On Christmas No. 30 after the war, Harry Potter opened the door to welcome his old friends.

"Merry Christmas, Harry." Hermione was the first to hug him, while Ron trailed behind whining about how bad the flying car was.

"Maybe it's time for you to get a new car, Dad," Rose Weasley suggested kindly.

"No." Ron pointed irritably at someone here, "Some people think that my driving ability is not up to the level that I can drive on flat ground!"

His wife retorted tactfully: "Yeah, after all someone just passed his driver's test by confusing the examiner, right?"

Teddy Lupine's newborn son duly began whining and whining before the old pals quarreled, and the baby's cries easily turned a fight into a treasure.While the elders scrambled to ask how the new parents were doing, the rest of the unmarried young people sneaked into the kitchen to drink a few bottles of butter beer to warm up.

"I'd rather fight a giant squid than marry," James said. "What about you, Hugo?"

"That's for sure." Hugo sighed, "Look at Victoire, she wasn't like this before."

"If Viktoria heard you say that, she would definitely rush to beat you." Lily reminded her with a smile.

"Lily!"

"If my parents force me to marry and start a family," Albus brought the subject back, "I'll run away to South America."

"Then you know there's a famous South American—"

"Oh!" Hugo screamed, "Stop, Rose!"

The siblings immediately quarreled, while the rest of the living room gathered to tease the newborn.

"He inherited his father's Disguise Magus ability," Viktoria proudly boasted, similar to her mother, but softer.Teddy laughed silly:

"I don't know if he likes steak medium rare like his dad."

Then they laughed together.

The secret that Remus carefully kept hidden has now become an exclusive joke in this big family. For so many years, Teddy has not shown any abnormalities except for his preference for very tender meat. Being a werewolf is no longer a shy secret.

Crookshanks slipped past Harry's feet, crossed the hall and crept up the stairs as they reminisced wistfully together.The familiar bedroom still maintains its original appearance: the Gryffindor flag is firmly covered by the silver gray and dark green walls; the Muggle girl poster is next to the four-person photo of the predator; the quilt on the four-poster bed remains the last time. The look of being opened - the curtains were rolled up high to let in the bright light, this was the only change in Sirius' room.

But he is not here.

Don't scribble at the desk, and don't be bored in a daze on the bed.

"He's gone." Harry walked in and gently picked up Crookshanks and stroked its head. "He went to a better place."

It looked up at him.Wrinkles creep up beside those green eyes, but they still look gentle and kind.

"We'll all be going there eventually," he added, and then laughed wistfully. "Old Crookshanks, time flies." He poked his gray back. Jiaoxiang, you look fierce."

"Poor Crookshanks, the veterinarian says he's quite an old cat," Hermione told him sadly, appearing at the door, "even the rats aren't afraid of him now."

Ron uttered a barrage of profanities and abhorrent comments about the word "rat," and Hermione cocked her eyebrows and glared at her husband, ready to make him shudder with her sharp words.

"Hey, you two, today is Christmas." Harry tried to persuade him helplessly, just like he did 30 years ago.

The dead were lucky enough to escape the clutches of time.But those who survived still couldn't grasp the time.Even the savior is the same.His black hair is mixed with silver, a small scar has been added to his face, and wrinkles are climbing around the corners of his eyes.His memory is declining and he has started to nag.

You see, the war ended for a full 30 years.

Harry's eyes were wide open, trying to stop the Weasleys from bickering, intermittently grimacing or sighing resignedly.

This is the usual plot when they were young, even though they are no longer teenagers.

There was a loud commotion downstairs, Hugo and James arguing over their Quidditch team, while Albus tried to recommend Muggle football to them.Lily, who was sitting on the sofa, was forced to listen to Rose's talk about her experience in the NEWTs exam, and Ginny gave her orders to get a good grade from time to time.

"But my father—"

"Your dad got an O on the OWLs Defense Against the Dark Arts exam!" Mrs. Potter reminded sternly and proudly, "He has reached a super-class level when he organized Dumbledore's Army in the fifth year! I remember you The current Patronus Charm cannot be 100% successful, right?"

Lily feebly reminded Ginny that no one was going to give her a second thought these days, and she dared not say that her father had never actually been famous for his level of magic.Rose lowered her head to hide her snicker.

"Oh." Harry sighed heavily, "The first time I came to Grimmauld Place was in the fifth grade." He whispered the name of his eldest son softly, "James, Sirius...don't know them How about it."

Hermione patted him on the arm to re-emphasize that they were all well now, and Ron remarked illiterately:

"Yeah, it's a good thing you didn't combine the names James and Severus."

Hermione snarled and told him it was a bad joke, and Harry let out a nonchalant laugh as he ruffled his hair:

"How many times a day do you have to piss off Hermione, Ron?"

"Oh! Shut up, Harry!" The poor red mole was ridiculed for the second time, and he rushed downstairs as if he had been greatly wronged. Ginny raised her eyebrows and stared at him critically:

"Why are you still acting like a child, Ron?"

"Hey!" Ron accused her angrily, "can everyone in this family laugh at me now?"

That's when Teddy starts his Metamorphmagus show.At the request of James, Rose, Albus, Hugo and Lily in turn, he transformed into bubblegum-colored hair, a short pig nose, a ginger beak, a fat chin, and a face exactly like Lily's. .

The burst of laughter in the drawing room woke Mrs. Black, but she cursed under her breath, as if she had run out of strength.

She looked here with chaotic eyes.Mrs. Black was no longer familiar with No. 12, Grimmauld Place.Almost all the silver and antiques have long since been stolen by the odious Monggertons, and the man who inherits the house does not like the rich decorations.The cutlery he used to fill the cupboards was bought from a Muggle shop, with cute drawings of animals instead of family crests; he covered the original walls with warm pastel wallpaper and replaced the rugs with The same simple style; on the wall are family photos instead of large oil paintings - she almost thought she was under the spell of confusion, otherwise how could she not recognize the old house that the Black family has passed down for generations?

With bitter resentment, she tried to see No. 12, Grimmauld Place, which belonged to her, through the blindfold.The lively Christmas dinner in the restaurant has already begun, but the youngest baby is sleepy. His mother, Victoire, is humming to coax him in the living room, and Teddy goes around worryingly to ask if his son is sick.

"Don't talk nonsense." He got a reprimand from his wife, then poked his son's cheek aggrievedly, and then Victova slapped his hand away and drove Teddy back to the restaurant.

Harry Potter looked at his godson from a distance, and after reflecting for a while, he felt that he was still a qualified godfather for so many years, at least he and Teddy spent more time together than Sirius and him.

Sirius, Sirius.

Harry looked away sullenly, meeting a pair of gray eyes.His eyes lit up for a moment and then dimmed again.

"Good evening, Mrs. Black." He smiled politely, but she refused to give even a haughty look.

Harry had long been used to Walburga's increasingly indifferent attitude, he checked the door lock habitually, and then planned to return to the dining room downstairs.

"Walburga!" cried another portrait in the hallway suddenly, and Phoenix rushed into the frame that didn't belong to him to spread the news to everyone. "Narcissa—Narcissa is dead!"

Harry stopped in astonishment, and there was a chilling silence in the hall.

"What did you say?" Walburga asked softly.

"Narcissa passed away at Malfoy Manor," Phoenix's voice echoed in the foyer like a ghostly sigh, and the portraits on both sides of the corridor opened their eyes and looked at him sideways. "He died without a problem, not in pain."

Andromeda Tonks, who was expelled, died many years ago.

"I see." Walburga said rationally, and Phoenix looked at her for a moment before hesitating to speak, but finally he just stopped talking.

"Sooner or later that day will come, won't it?" the figure in another portrait asks.

No one answered.

It seems like a century has passed.

Walburg Gabe Lake broke the silence with a sneer: "Perhaps I shouldn't have kicked him off in the first place."

Before Harry or anyone could react, the curtains on either side of the portrait snapped shut, and she refused to say another word.Other portraits followed suit, and Harry watched draperies being drawn up, like curtains falling.

The history of this centuries-old family is nothing but a series of unchangeable repetitions, and the wheel of time would roll forever if the hands were not inevitably worn out during the walking - but it cannot.

The hour hand slides past twelve o'clock, and a new day kicks off.

Harry turned his head and caught a glimpse of the star burning a corner of the night outside the window.He had always known it to be the brightest star in the night sky, he had always known it to be Sirius, he had always known it to be the unquenchable light at midnight.

His time will not pass.

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Note:

Timeline: Edmund's death in the spring of 2013, Erika Wood's biography completed in 2028, the same year as the [-]th anniversary of the war.

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There is another chapter in this article, which is the story of Hyacinth's parents mentioned at the beginning (it can be regarded as a side story)

Then a summary and revision plan will be issued

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A girl said before that she wanted to watch a HE episode, emm....I have to think about it...

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