HP Midnight Light

- October 1980, 4 - Parkinson Manor

"I thought of a few names," Edmund gently kissed his daughter's forehead, and carried the young baby to her mother's bedside, "Elise, Rosalind, Heather, Yolanda...Which one do you like?" one?"

Hyacinth, who nearly died during a long and painful labor, woke up to another fact that made her die: she was still at Parkinson's Manor.

She was indeed dead, but she returned to the world because she couldn't let go.

"Pansy."

Edmund was taken aback for a moment, and then carefully raised an objection: "That's not a very good name, Hyacinth."

"Pansy," she repeated.

She thought of pansies, they looked like grimaces, not cute, just like this baby who was born to be disliked by her.

"Well," relented Edmund, "what's her middle name? Your first?"

"No." Hyacinth refused flatly, "Just use your mother's name."

She doesn't want this kid to have any more connection with her.She was not born willingly, and of course she would not love her.If possible, Hyacinth would have liked to erase the child's blood relationship with her as if it were removed from the family tree.

"Do you want to hug her?" Edmund asked cautiously. "Her mouth looks a lot like yours, and maybe her hair color and eyes will inherit from you..."

"Give it to me." Hyacinth couldn't bear Edmund's words, and she took the baby who was almost as big as a cat.Her eyes hadn't opened yet, her hair hadn't grown, and Pansy looked thin and small, perhaps because she had been born prematurely, and she wasn't attractive at all.

"She's been drinking milk since she was born," continued Edmund, "but the therapist said—"

"I don't see what's wrong with milk." Hyacinth interrupted him bluntly. "You'd better get a bottle now, lest she cry when she's hungry."

Edmund's words stopped abruptly, and he stared at her in disbelief.Before he tried to say anything new, Hyacinth raised her eyes and stared at him coldly.They held each other silently for a few seconds, and at last Edmund recoiled from her almost terrified gaze, and he got up and walked out the door.

Hyacinth lowered her eyes to look at the sleeping baby. She seemed to be sleeping restlessly, and would struggle slightly from time to time.She looked at Pansy and couldn't see any resemblance between them, which was fine.

Pansy's birth was an unbearable nightmare in Hyacinth's life, but it was Edmund's dream come true.He is willing to take care of the ignorant baby himself, with a strange enthusiasm to learn how to be a good father.

When he returned to the room with the bottle, Hyacinth was rocking Pansy in her arms, her long hair hanging down over most of her face and the baby in her arms.Edmund finally got his wish and saw the warm picture he had been looking forward to for many years.There may still be a gap between him and his wife, but with the birth of a daughter, everything will slowly change, won't it?

"The milk is ready." He seemed to hope that Hyacinth would take the initiative to take care of Pansy once, which might help her gradually adapt to the role of mother.

Hyacinth didn't respond at all.

Edmund was a little disappointed and angry.

He sighed: "Anyway, she is also your daughter."

But Hyacinth smiled lowly.The laughter was weird, like crying and laughing, like the wailing of a ghost in the wind.

Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of a fallen leaf floating in front of the window sill.Will there be leaves in spring?

Edmund was startled, and without thinking, he stepped forward and grabbed Hyacinth's arm. She moved, and her long hair brushed, revealing Pansy's already purple face, and her hands—one holding the baby. body, the other covering her mouth and nose.

"Are you crazy!" Edmund immediately pulled away Hyacinth's hand, and she let him take the baby away. He held the daughter close to his face with trembling hands, but the little man didn't feel anything. reaction.

Hyacinth looked at him with her head tilted, with a happy smile on her lips.

Edmund didn't know why he asked, "What did you do?"

She opened her eyes innocently and ignorantly, but what she said made his blood run cold: "Fix a mistake."

He pulled his daughter into his arms with the last of his strength.

"Did you like it? Are you satisfied? Did you get what you wanted?" Hyacinth asked, with an unnatural gleam in her eyes.

But, miraculously, a feeble, cat-like cry broke the smoldering flames that lay between them.Pan Xi opened her mouth wide and began to wail, her little face turned red from crying, and at this moment, she suddenly opened her eyes.

Edmund stared at the same pair of brown eyes as himself, and knelt down by the bed in a slumped state.

Hyacinth clapped her hands and laughed happily until tears welled up.She laughed with tears in her eyes: "It's great, Edmund, it's great, I've finally waited for this day in my lifetime."

How funny and familiar his reaction was, she finally saw it.

Finally, she also pinched his Achilles heel.

- April 4 - Greenwich, London

He picked up the photo frame, and the people in the photo smiled brightly, and their youth, love and happiness were forever frozen in the photo.

Look at the day and the clouds, look at the walls and vines, look at the church that is ringing the bell, it is still spring.

But you're not coming back, are you, Hyacins?

Sirius gently blew away the dust covering the photo frame, and he solemnly put the photo frame back to its original place.Hyacinth watched him quietly, with a constant smile on her face.He was also laughing on her arm, how happy and at ease he looked at that moment.Speaking of it, it was only a year, but suddenly, it seemed like a lifetime.

James and Remus were cleaning the house as silently and quickly as possible. From time to time, they made excuses to pass by the bedroom to catch a glimpse of Sirius who was staring at the photo in a daze.

After seeing the revelation of Pansy's birth, Sirius insisted on moving back to his own home, but James and Remus couldn't resist him, so they had to follow his wishes.

Wipe off the ash and fallen leaves accumulated on the window sill, sweep away the remaining cigarette ash on the coffee table, and clear away the cobwebs in the corner... Sirius didn't notice the subtle and heartbreaking changes that time had made at home, his friend Carefully maintain the appearance of nothing, lest these subtle changes touch a certain memory hidden in Sirius' heart and cause a catastrophe.

He looked perfectly normal and sane, but he wasn't.

Due to the recent unusually active performance, the Order of the Phoenix believes that Sirius has attracted the attention of the Death Eaters. Coupled with the disappearance of Regulus, they believe that Sirius may be targeted by multiple forces.But the victim himself didn't care about these potential threats at all. As always, he never let go of any chance to fight the Death Eaters. During the battle, he began to abandon defense and blindly attack. Study the background of everyone who stands against the White Wizard, whether they are Death Eaters or not...he doesn't care about life or fear death, like a war machine-is that normal for people?

Sirius took a last look at Hyacinth in the photo, and he began to know that the biggest shortcoming of a person is not selfishness, cruelty, arrogance or greed, but a paranoid love for someone who is gone.

"You don't have to do this, I can handle it myself."

James and Remus both looked back at him. "You can't," they said in unison.

"I can." Sirius walked to the bedroom that once belonged to Hyacinth, but couldn't turn the handle.

"I locked it up," Remus said.

"There's no need to lock it." Sirius took out his wand and cast an unlocking spell, he glanced at the bedroom, "Leave it to me to tidy up here, there are a lot of things to change."

"Listen, Paddle," James said softly, "maybe Hyacinth will come back—"

"Of course she will. After we get rid of Parkinson's."

"I know. But before that, we need to talk about your problem." James continued before Sirius could retort, "This conversation has happened countless times, but you don't seem to listen to it at all. Let's put it this way, you can't go on like this, you're completely overloaded now, and your fighting style has changed, it's not normal, and it shouldn't—"

"Well, I can answer you." Sirius said in a tone that seemed to be talking about the weather, "In short, I'm crazy."

Remus gasped, "What nonsense are you talking about!"

"I'm not talking nonsense, and don't think 'crazy' is so scary. I won't hurt others, and I won't do anything. I'll be fine." Sirius replied calmly, "After she comes back."

"Padfoot—"

"If Snape snatched Lily, would you follow the plan step by step, or would you rush to kill him immediately?" Sirius looked at Remus again, "Suppose the Death Eaters killed your father, would you Will you stay rational and take revenge step by step? Can you not be swayed by your inner emotions at all? My reaction is reasonable, and I can't do it like a robot without venting my... negative emotions at all."

So he went to attack the Death Eaters at all costs. Every time a dark wizard was caught, he was one step closer to Hyacinth.

How he wished he could hasten the war, how he wished she would come back sooner, how he wished he could tell her he didn't care about Parkinson and the kid, how he wished she would know that being with her meant a lot to him. how important.They had been separated for so long, and they had both endured so much pain, that according to the plot of Muggle movies, it was time to reunite.He even rehearsed the scene of their reunion in his mind countless times.

James and Remus were speechless.

"But other people don't think so." James whispered after hesitating for a long time. "They feel that you bring too much personal emotion into the task."

After Pansy's birth announcement was made public, there was nowhere to hide Sirius' secrets.James' words had been filtered, and more people in the Order of the Phoenix associated Sirius' relationship with Hyacinth with his surname.A curious rumor began to swirl that Sirius, like the rest of Black, was a pure-blood at heart.Further rumors said that since Regulus disappeared, the Black family would find a way to get Sirius back and inherit everything from the Black family—including Regulus' status as a dark wizard.

"It doesn't matter what they think, I know what I'm doing, and you know what I'm doing, that's all." Sirius replied, and he asked the other person, "How is Peter?"

"Of course he has no face to come here! If it wasn't for him, how could the news have leaked out?" James said angrily.Remus opened his mouth, but wisely chose not to say anything.

Sirius turned his head noncommittally and stared at a glass vase that Hyacinth had placed on the dressing table, which contained the frozen shrub branches he had given her that winter.When the ice crystal melted, she dried it and asked him to conjure a few roses on it. The magic rose would not wither, even if Hyacinth was no longer there.

Everyone else told him that he would find someone better than her, that he would deserve better girls.

Only he himself knows that he will never fall in love with another person in this life. Taking a step back, no one can walk into his heart anymore.

The past is like a dream without trace, and his memory is an endless road.That beautiful spring is no more, and even the fiercest and purest love is in the end a fleeting reality.

-August 5st - Burstead Manor

Stitch by stitch, Olivia's days are spent sewing.During the day, she nailed pearls onto the wedding dress, and at night, she drew intricate patterns on the black gauze.It's not about getting rid of despair, quite the opposite, but about facing it.

How many days has it been in the past?

Regulus has not been heard from.Both they and her had a predetermined ending in their hearts.

On the last afternoon in April, the newspaper was delivered to her room.Since there was no clue, Regulus' disappearance was declared a cold case by the Ministry of Magic.Although the high reward offered by the Black family is still unclaimed, unless there is a clear message, they will not continue to search for Regulus.After learning the heartbreaking news, Olivia could no longer bear the stress and pain, and she locked herself in her room and wept bitterly over her gloomy fate.

Then, against the wishes of Signus and Mrs. Bulstrode, she began to sew a filial gown—a heavy black satin gown, the only trimming of which was a white gauze of devotion to filial piety.

"Olivia." Signus knocked on the door abnormally and walked straight in, holding a glass of drink.

"Listen, Signus, the reason why you are still standing there safe and sound is because I don't have a wand, otherwise you would have been turned into scorched earth like other murdered muggles, hempseeds, and half-bloods." Oliver Ya said without looking back, "I'm too lazy to argue with you, but you'd better go away before I blind your eyes with scissors!"

Olivia never spoke harsh words before, but now she no longer hides her hatred for Signus.

"I have good news for you, Ollie," Signus said.

Olivia ignored him.

Signus put the glass of drink in front of her, and Olivia's icy eyes trembled when she touched it—it was passion fruit tea, which was Regulus' favorite drink. Suck the passion fruit lightly after drinking—her hand clenched the white gauze.

"Have a taste?"

Needless to say, Olivia had uncontrollably picked up the cup and sniffed the tea. She would not miss this slightly sweet smell and unique fragrance.She took a sip, took another sip, and put the passion fruit into her mouth, letting the taste slowly bring back memories of Regulus' past.

Signus watched her closely until Olivia's eyes slowly became confused: "We found Regulus."

"what are you saying?"

"We found Regulus," repeated Signus. "It's a long story. All in all, he's doing well, just a little frail. But he insists on fulfilling his promise as soon as possible."

"What promise?" Olivia asked.

"He promised you that he would give you an explanation this summer, didn't he?"

Olivia's teeth broke through the flesh of the passion fruit, and the juice overflowed. She chewed the flesh slowly, as if thinking about what Signus said.

"You don't believe it?" Signus took out an exquisite box from his pocket, engraved with the coat of arms of the Black family, he slowly opened it in front of her, and a genuine ring appeared inside , its gorgeous appearance is enough to prove its origin, this is the wedding ring passed down from generation to generation by the Black family, "He asked me to pass it on to you."

Olivia let out a scream between disbelief and surprise, she jumped up and snatched the ring and looked it over carefully, the tea that was spilled slowly soaked the filial piety she was sewing, but she didn't care at all.

Signus couldn't help smiling as he watched this scene.

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Note:

1. [Elise, Rosalind, Heather, Yolanda]: This is the name Sirius conceived for his and Hyacinth's daughters.

2. [His reaction just now...]: That is, Pansy's "death" had as strong an impact on Edmund as Hyacinth's previous despair.

3. Hyacinth didn't want to kill Pansy, otherwise she wouldn't just cover it.She wondered if Pansy might be Edmund's weakness.

4.1981. There were negative rumors about Sirius in the Order of the Phoenix before the Potters set the Fidelity Curse in 1980, so in [-] this rumor should have started brewing.

5. Olivia's non-resistance is based on two points: 1. No wand; 2. Character.

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