HP Midnight Light

-February 1979, 11-

"What did you bring me, Batty?" Cornelia couldn't help asking curiously, but Batty Jr. sent a message abruptly, claiming to have good news to share with her.While Cornelia waited anxiously, he emerged from the fireplace 15 minutes later.

"A person's name: Mafalda Hopkirk." Little Barty couldn't wait to say, "She is a new employee in the Office of the Prohibition of Misuse of Magic in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, and has just become a full-time employee from an intern."

"I guess she was trying to make up for Parkinson? I don't know why he resigned suddenly." Cornelia snorted dissatisfiedly, Edmund's resignation was so fast that it was unimaginable, if it wasn't for Cornelia Ya kept staring at him, and she almost wondered if Edmund had defected to the Order of the Phoenix—why did she have to leave immediately after the Death Eaters finished their operations?

"I think so. But that's not the most surprising part." Barty Jr. paused for a few seconds in suspense, "I did a brief investigation, and then I found out that Hopkirk is a weak-tempered, uninitiated man. A woman who doesn't even need the Imperius Curse to make her obey us."

Cornelia's eyes lit up: "You mean..."

"If we need someone to break into the Ministry of Magic, she is undoubtedly the best candidate: stupid and easy to manipulate." Little Barty stared at her enthusiastically, and Cornelia raised the corners of her lips:

"Good job, Barty. Once they've got Harold out of the way, we'll have an opportunity to offer the Dark Lord that plan. How do you know that?"

"My father." Little Barty smiled happily after being praised, "he told me a lot, just to encourage me to change my mind and go to the Ministry of Magic to find a job."

"He didn't suspect you, did he?" Little Barty lied to Old Crouch that he had found a job at Gringotts. Although it was difficult for the Ministry of Magic to interfere with Gringotts, Cornelia was still a little jealous of Old Crouch. strange.

Barty Jr. shook his head: "No. But to be on the safe side, I decided to tell him that I changed jobs after a while."

"Very good." Cornelie couldn't help but give little Barty another high opinion, and she didn't miss it, "Come and have some refreshments, Barty, I've prepared your favorite pudding for you."

- December 12 - The Leaky Cauldron

"Hello, Severus, long time no see." After a moment of hesitation, Margaret still called out the name of the man at the bar, "Please have a glass of red currant rum, Tom."

Snape was taken aback, and he couldn't help but frowned when he saw the person coming: "You—"

"I'm here to buy some things for Christmas, and buy some gifts for Sissy. You know she's pregnant again, right?" Margaret explained the purpose of her presence here, and when Tom brought the wine, she used it Holding the wine glass in his left hand, there is no trace of the ring on his finger now.

Snape half wanted to ask how she was doing, but it didn't seem necessary.Francis' potion is now handed over by Lucius. Apart from that, they don't seem to have any new developments. Presumably, the lives of Watson and his daughter should be very peaceful.

"I originally wanted to find a chance to come to thank you, but since I met you, I can do it now." Margaret choked on the wine, she wiped the tears overflowing from the corners of her eyes carelessly, and took out a glass bottle from the pocket of her robe , "This is something I got by chance. I don't know if you need it... Anyway, it's useless for me to keep it. It's better to give it to you. Even if it is thrown away, it is better than dust on my hands."

The transparent liquid inside was not the love potion that Margaret had always been tossing about.Snape stared at the glass bottle, wondering what it was for.

"Signus..." he said mysteriously, "he wanted to say sorry to you." Of course Signus didn't say that, but for some reason, Snape felt that Margaret would need an apology.

"It's too late." It's a pity that he was wrong, Margaret shrugged and stared at the glass, "I don't hate him, and I won't forgive him. Speaking of which, has his plan continued?"

Snape thought about it, and felt that there was no harm in revealing something.He shook his head: "No. The Dark Lord has revised the plan and handed it over to someone else."

"Who took the burden?"

"Rozier," Snape emphasized, "the younger one."

"I really want to know if she will have a similar ending with Signus in the end." Margaret drank the wine in her glass, "This plan is ridiculous from the beginning to the end, but it is still carried out See you later." She turned to look at the glass bottle, "Maybe you can use it."

She walked out of the bar quickly.Snape watched as she disappeared through the door, before he picked up the glass bottle and uncapped it for no reason.

He smelled burnt toast, bitter herbs, and lilies.

While the dull pain spread from the bottom of his heart to his whole body, Snape suddenly understood Margaret's dejection.

- May 12 - Greenwich

When James broke into the door desperately, he found that his good friend was sitting quietly in an armchair and smoking a cigarette slowly. Seeing James coming, he suddenly smiled, and after the thin smoke Reese spread a cold smile to his visitor:

"Happy Christmas Eve, Fork."

"Why didn't you answer the door? I thought you died in the room." James walked into the living room, and when he saw something on the coffee table in front of Sirius, he stopped suddenly, "What is this?"

"Something that makes you forget your troubles." Sirius replied calmly.

It was only then that James realized that Sirius' eyes were misty and empty, his gaze was cast in James' direction without focus, and there was a hint of psychedelic in his smile.He was wearing a thin bathrobe and his hair was hanging wet, but the windows were wide open, which was why it was colder inside than outside.

"Cigarettes, marijuana, spirits." James asked each word with anger, "You chose to commit suicide on Christmas Eve, and you intend to make life difficult for all of us, don't you?"

Sirius gave a soft "shh", and he stuffed a wine glass into James' hand with blurred eyes: "Have a drink, fork?"

James snatched the cigarette from his hand and extinguished it on the coffee table: "Did you hear what I said?"

"My whole life is as cloudy as my surname. I almost lost all illusions about the future more than three months ago." Sirius picked up the wine glass and took a big sip by himself. This time James didn't stop him, he Alcohol-induced blush appeared on his haggard face, "I've only recently come into contact with marijuana. It's not a good thing, but it allows me to temporarily...escape from reality for a while."

"Everyone thought something big happened to you. You haven't appeared in front of us for a long time."

Sirius laughed because of this sentence, he stretched his arms: "Are you sure they won't be shocked by me?"

James sighed, and he sat down beside Sirius: "Cheer up, board, it's not the end of the world."

Sirius was indifferent to this, he twirled the wine glass, enjoying the brilliance reflected by the glass.

"She's still alive." James reminded softly, "Still waiting for you to rescue her." In the first month of Hyacinth's disappearance, Sirius fell into an almost frantic search. The whole of London was turned upside down, living and dying to see corpses; and after hearing the news of Parkinson's resignation, Sirius spent several days without sleep trying to find a way to break into Parkinson's manor. After failing, , he seemed to have turned into a world-weary and irritable person overnight, staying at home alone, and only said that he would take a period of time to rest.

As for the third month.James wondered to himself.It seemed that he had fallen into eternal despair.

"I know where she is, but I can't touch that place. If Parkinson dared to appear in front of me, I would kill him without hesitation and use his internal organs to lubricate my motorcycle." Sirius said coldly explain.

"Parkinson would die laughing if he saw you like this," James snapped. "Why are you doing this, huh? The worst hasn't happened—"

"You may not be able to guess what Parkinson will do to her, but I have already guessed." Sirius' tone was filled with repressed emotions on the verge of collapse, "You don't want to know, James."

James was silent for a while: "Even if that happened, would you hate her, despise her, and abandon her because of it?"

"I love her." There was a choke in Sirius' voice, "I really miss her."

Well, their conversation is deadlocked again.

James noticed the kitten in the corner, lying there listlessly, as dying as its master.

"You don't want to accompany Lily, why are you looking for me?" Sirius coughed and cleared his throat, "You don't even want to have a drink with me?"

"I won't touch anything alcoholic other than butterbeer for the next year or two."

Sirius finally turned his head with great interest: "Are you going to be a good baby who is as boring as a moon face?"

"Lily is pregnant." James smiled proudly, "That's why I came to you today—to ask you to perform your duties as a godfather."

"Merlin!" The wine glass in Sirius' hand dropped to the carpet, and he stood up unsteadily from the armchair, "Really? Really? A baby?"

"Yes!" James announced happily. "It's not been a month, but Lily's reaction was violent, so we found out early. Just went to St. Mungo's today to confirm—" He noticed Sirius With an expression on his face, he quickly stopped, "In short, you'd better hurry up and clean up, I won't let any drunk, smoker or drug addict get close to my son!"

-June 12th - Parkinson Manor

The house-elf walked out of the room with the untouched tray, and when he turned around, he saw his master standing outside.

"Master!" The elf immediately bowed deeply.

"I see." Edmond pushed open the door and walked in.

This room has undergone a lot of changes - the walls are all wrapped in soft materials, even if you bump into it, you won't get hurt; the floor is covered with thick and soft carpets, even the bathroom, they are covered Except for the bed, all the extra furniture was removed, and the clothes were brought by the house-elf every day; the big carved bed was also replaced with a round bed that could not cause harm.

All in all, it is impossible for anyone to commit suicide in this room.

Edmund walked to the bed, and Hyacinth curled up under the covers as if sleeping.Edmund thinks that the new life is really an interesting existence. In the first month, Hyacinth tried her best to escape from here, and she even used her nails to attack him, but as time went by, the pregnancy quickly Make her miserable.Edmund secretly guessed that this should be a boy, otherwise how could he have so much energy to torture his mother who did not welcome him like this?

Edmund sat down on the edge of the bed.Edmund was annoyed by Hyacinth's insistence on eating only a small amount of food that was necessary to sustain life each day.He knew what it meant: Hyacinth hadn't given up hope, whether she was waiting or fleeing, she would never just stay in the Parkinson Manor without a fight.He knew it would be bad for his child, so he tried to trick Hyacinth into drinking the potion by mixing it with water, but the little thing in her belly seemed to hate the potion, and she rushed to drink it as soon as she finished drinking it. After entering the bathroom, I vomited until the sky was dark and the sky was dark, and I was dying.

As he thought about it, he carefully reached into the quilt to look for Hyacinth's abdomen. There was only a slight bulge there, but it was enough to make Edmund's heart tremble. The only problem was——

He could feel Hyacinth's high body temperature through the clothes.

"Hyatings?" he cried in a panic, turning her over. Her eyes were tightly closed, her lips were chapped, and her cheeks were flushed with an abnormal redness, which Edmund saw at a glance as a symptom of a high fever. "How long did she sleep today?" He turned to ask the elf who had returned to the door waiting for instructions.

"Tata is not sure." The elf replied timidly, "Every time Tata comes, the guests are asleep."

"So what about last night?" Edmund was a little impatient, "It's impossible for her to fall asleep like this all the time, right?"

"Tata heard the sound of water coming from the bathroom at midnight last night."

Edmund understood at once.

"Get the fever-reducing potion," he ordered, and then changed his mind. "No, wait a minute—" He wasn't sure what the consequences would be if she let St. Mungo take it rashly. It is a matter of endless troubles.After hesitating for a few seconds, Edmund made a decision, "Contact St. Mungo and ask them to send a therapist over."

When a therapist arrived at Parkinson's Manor just minutes later, Edmund glanced at her badge and realized it was an established therapist, which worried him a bit.But after hesitating for a moment, he still led her to Hyacinth's room.

"You should understand that the current situation is special." Edmund reminded meaningfully before entering the room.When the therapist saw the arrangement in the room, she didn't show much surprise, but immediately stepped forward to check on Hyacinth's condition.After a while, she simply wrote down in her notebook:

"It should be a cold caused by a cold bath. It only took about five hours to turn to a high fever. The high fever lasted for thirteen hours. There were symptoms of threatened miscarriage, but it was still in time - Shafik and Malfoy were not so lucky - —she's too skinny, what did you do?"

Edmund was relieved when the therapist mentioned Shafik and Malfoy, which meant she knew the rules and wouldn't talk nonsense.But her next question made him a little embarrassed, and he avoided it: "How is her condition?"

"High fever is easy to treat, but the baby is very dangerous." The therapist said matter-of-factly, "If the mother does not get enough nutrition, not only accidents are prone to occur during childbirth, but the baby is likely to die even if it goes well."

"Potions don't work on her—"

"Potions are not a good idea," said the healer, "unless you want to kill the child sooner." She waved her wand and began to heal, "You still need to take a small amount of potion to treat a high fever, but otherwise, it's up to Please stop taking potions for granted before the baby is born."

Edmond responded repeatedly, and the therapist put away his wand and handed him a small bottle of potion: "It should be fine, feed her half a glass of warm water every hour. If her body temperature rises again, let her Take a sip of the potion."

It was in the middle of the night when Hyacins awoke, her pajamas soaked in sweat and clinging uncomfortably.This is not a good thing and means her suicide plan has failed.Hyacinth desperately wanted to prop herself up to sit up, and as she moved, someone silently handed her a cup, and she immediately regained her spirits: "You don't have to pretend to be kind." She said hoarsely, staring at the night Edmund's profile, "You're such a good actor."

She struggled to grab the water glass, but Edmund easily grabbed her hand: "Let's talk, Hyacinth, is there any possibility that you can cooperate a little?"

"You're dreaming! You didn't ask my opinion before cooperating." Hyacinth hated his touch, she suddenly cheered up and struggled like crazy, Edmund was forced to let go, and she fell back limp On the bed, "We have nothing to talk about, either let me go or you get lost."

"That's impossible."

After being silent for a while, Edmond really chose to leave.

Hyacinth closed her eyes, and tears rolled down her eyes—she knew that wizards' homes were usually well protected with magic spells, and four months had passed, and she hadn't received any news about the outside world.This meant that she might not be able to wait for Sirius anymore, so what should she do?Continue to wait, or meet death?

The author has something to say:

Note:

1. [Mafalda Hopkirk]: The character who appears twice in the original work, from the description of the original work, I think she is not the kind of tough, brave and assertive person.

2. What Margaret gave to Snape was the corresponding product of the Love Potion.The love potion stirs up the mind, the latter makes it clear where the mind is.

3. [The burnt aroma of toast]: This is an easter egg. Violet often eats Severus' toast in "Night Before Dawn" when she lived in Spider's End.

4. Sirius in Order of the Phoenix was apparently a heavy drinker

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1980