HP Midnight Light

- January 1981, 1 - Gavin's residence

"There are two people here tonight that might interest you," said Gavin's new friend, Defense Against the Dark Arts enthusiast Quirinus Quirrell. "One is the lady over there." : Mrs. Arabella Figg."

"I haven't heard her name before." Gavin followed Quirrell's eyes and saw the woman standing in the corner with a tense expression. She had been watching Gavin and saw Gavin noticed her. Fig The wife pulled the corners of her mouth in a panic and put on a slightly weird smile.

"Please forgive me, her husband was killed by Death Eaters two years ago, which caused her a lot of blows." Quirrell explained in a low voice, "She is the aunt of my classmate in Ravenclaw College, A Squib like you. She read your memoirs and had been wanting to meet you, so my classmate asked me to introduce you."

"Did she return to the wizarding world after losing her husband?" Gavin said, "It's a pity... Of course, I would be happy to chat with her." He picked up a glass of wine and followed Quirrell through the crowd towards Mrs. Figg go.

Mrs. Figg had been fiddling with the printed handkerchief in her hand nervously. Seeing Gavin approaching, she jerked violently as if taken aback, and the juice in her hand splashed onto her skirt.However, Mrs. Figg ignored it. She looked at Gavin eagerly: "Mr. Greengrass?"

"It's me." Gavin took another glass of juice and handed it to her, "Nice to meet you, Mrs. Figg."

"Gavin just happened to have heard of Spencer," Quirrell interjected.Gavin guessed that Spencer was Mrs. Figg's nephew.

"I can—sorry, I know this is presumptuous—but can I speak to you in private?" Mrs. Figg looked earnestly at Gavin, and after he and Quirrell exchanged a surprised look, Gavin Wen nodded out of politeness: "Of course."

He drew the curtain for Mrs. Figg, and they went to the booth by the window.

"Quirinus said you want to see me?" Gavin looked curiously at Mrs. Figg, whom he had never met before.

"Yes." Mrs. Figg tightly clutched the handkerchief, "I read your memoir."

Gavin kept smiling and motioned for her to continue.

"So, what do you know about the Dark Lord and Death Eaters?" Mrs. Figg stammered, "I mean...your brother..."

Gavin understood instantly, and he smiled politely: "Those false reports are totally unbelievable, Mrs. Figg."

"No, no," the other party snapped back anxiously, "I know you must know. Those murders in England, those arson cases... St. Patrick's Day celebration arson, inexplicably murdered Muggles, the bloodbathed house in London Orphanage—"

"Yes, what you said has appeared in newspapers." Gavin felt that Mrs. Figg was no different from those reporters or people with ulterior motives, which made him completely lose interest in talking with her.Gavin didn't want to waste time here, but Mrs. Figg stopped him again:

"I thought you cared about these things!"

"Why should I care about these things that have nothing to do with me?"

"Of course you care!" Mrs. Figg interrupted him excitedly. She stood up, trembling, but said clearly, "Our friends, neighbors and family are being threatened. Of course you care, Greengrass. Sir! I'm also a Squib back in the wizarding world and I know what you're thinking. I've read not only your memoirs but other reports about you, and if you're really indifferent to these things, you should enjoy it Life in the wizarding world is right!"

"I'm enjoying it, Mrs. Figg." Gavin explained gently, "Look, today's party—"

"You moved out of your brother's house!"

"Because I like freedom."

"That's no reason," cried Mrs. Figg, looking uneasily at the veil. "You don't support the Dark Lord and the Death Eaters thing, do you? Otherwise you wouldn't go out of your way to do it." Yes! You don't need some 'bestselling author' status to have a party like this one! I'm sure you're doing it for other reasons..."

"What is the purpose of you telling me this, Mrs. Figg?" Her words were not entirely correct but pierced Gavin's heart, the smile gradually disappeared from his face, "What exactly do you want to express?"

"Tell me first: you don't support the Dark Lord."

Gavin took a deep look at her: "No."

"Then, my story will start more than three years ago." Mrs. Figg sat down back in the booth, the flustered look faded from her face just now, and Mrs. Figg stared at her in rapt attention. "I know you know Miss Aurora Smith, I haven't met her, but I have met another person you probably haven't met, her name is Hyacinth. As you know, they I used to live in Wu's Orphanage..."

When Mrs. Figg's story begins, Gavin is still called William, and he is just a postman living in the bottom of London, who has just ended a hopeless short-term relationship.

When Mrs. Figg's story ends, he has transformed into the hot young master Greengrass and is forcibly taken into a world that does not belong to him.

"You mean," Gavin looked at the ordinary woman sitting across from him in disbelief, "you and other Squibs used to spy on the Death Eaters?"

"That may be too much to say, Mr. Greengrass." Mrs. Figg seemed to suddenly become calm and calm. "But in theory, that is the case. I guess my husband's death is also related to my behavior." She His expression sank slightly.

Gavin had already guessed the fundamental purpose of her going out of her way to appear in front of him: "You want me to do the same thing as you—to help the Ministry of Magic and the Order of the Phoenix win?"

"You have better conditions and means than me." Mrs. Fig raised her eyes and looked at him, "You are younger and smarter than me, not to mention you have connections. Everyone at this party is a Mobile message library, if you want, you can easily collect hundreds or thousands of messages."

"I understand what you mean," Gavin said, "but it's too dangerous, and even the most experienced wizards can't guarantee that they can escape alive from the Death Eaters—"

"I volunteered for this operation," Mrs. Figg said. "The only reason I took the risk was because they were threatening my family, my friends, my neighbors and everything else in this world that I hold dear."

"For this you lost your husband."

"So I decided to fight them to the last moment." Mrs. Figg said bluntly, "I really have no right to let you do this, Mr. Greengrass. But if I were you, I would rather die at the hands of Death Eaters, And don't be a coward in the midst of the singing and dancing. Yes, I really wanted to persuade you to join us when I asked Mr. Quirrell to introduce you, but now I'm a little hesitant. You don't seem to be as brave as I thought Decisive—forgive me for my farewell.”

She gave him a hard look, stood up without hesitation, lifted the curtain and walked out of the booth.

Gavin stared dumbfounded at the back of her striding forward. It was obviously not the person who was nervously kneading a handkerchief by the wall half an hour ago.

"What did you talk about?" Quirrell asked in surprise, turning around. "She looks very angry."

"Talking about Muggles. She supports the Conservatives and I support the Labor Party," Gavin said perfunctorily. "Where's the second person you want to introduce me to?"

"Come out of the booth first, my good friend, you won't be able to see clearly if you hide there." Quirrell whistled lightly, "Look at the gate..."

The people gathered in the hall suddenly backed away like a tide, and at the same time, the door of Gavin's house opened slowly.Gavin saw a young woman slowly approaching from the sighs beside her ear—she was holding a pure white feather fan, wearing a long white dress without any embellishments, and a head of dazzling golden hair hanging down to her waist occasion.Unlike all the ladies present, she wasn't wearing any jewelry, yet when she turned to Gavin, he saw a pair of breathtakingly blue eyes.

"Who is she?" Gavin couldn't help squinting his eyes, as if stung by the light on her body.In fact, his reaction was quite rational. Some men in the hall even ignored the threatening eyes of their female companions in their arms, showing salivating expressions.

"Her name is Sylvia, and it is said that she is the most beautiful woman in the world after Tracy Davis." A strange man beside him answered first, "But unlike Tracy, this Anyone in the hall has the potential to be her guest." He turned his head to Gavin with a flirtatious, sure-fire smile, "Keep an eye on your garden, your empty room, or even behind the curtains, Greengrass Sir, there's no telling where she'll choose to tear off her suspenders."

After saying this, the stranger picked up his wine glass and walked towards Sylvia.He wasn't the only one doing this, in fact, the young woman was already surrounded by three layers of men of all kinds.

"Your brother Sean has been crazy about her lately," Quirrell said. "If it weren't for the fact that she came to your party tonight, Sean would be drooling after her."

"Aren't you exaggerating, Quirinus?"

"Don't worry, Sean is not the first nor the last man to be played around by her." Quirrell said with a hint of disdain, "She was famous for being wild when she was at Hogwarts."

"Sean is just one of her followers, right?"

"Yes, he is one of her 'boyfriends'. But the interesting thing is..." Quirrell showed an indescribable expression, "Some people say that his sincerity seems to have moved Sylvia."

Gavin was not interested in the rumored playboy Sean: "Then who is he?"

"The idiot?" Quirrell laughed recklessly. "Lockhart—a total embroidered pillow."

- July 2st - Potter's Old House in Godric's Hollow

"My informant finally brought me definite news." Dumbledore's rare smile disappeared, and he went straight to the point as soon as he sat down, "Voldemort is determined to solve Harry as soon as possible, we can't It’s risky to wait. In the next step, he will probably come to the door in person.”

"You mean those protective spells are useless?" James asked. "Where do we need to go?"

"Those curses can't stop Voldemort." Dumbledore said, "You don't need to move, I plan to hide you, just here."

James lost his voice, and turned to his wife.Lily was speechless. She looked down at Harry who had already learned to sit on her lap, and teased him with a small ball beside him. Harry stared at the toy ball in his mother's hand without any sense of danger.James looked away: "Hiding here?"

"It's a spell you may have heard of—the Fidelity Charm."

Lily's movements stopped: "Has the matter reached that point, Dumbledore?"

"I'm afraid so." Dumbledore stared at her and told the whole situation, "Voldemort is determined to get rid of all the people in this world who might threaten him. The only way I can think of to ensure your safety at the moment is to hide you with the Fidelity Charm. Under this spell, even if Voldemort sticks his nose to the window pane of your house, he will not be aware of your identity. exist."

"But why did he believe that Harry would be his opponent?" Lily gave James a helpless look.Dumbledore sighed softly:

"Because of a prophecy."

"Prophecy?" James repeated.

"Only the three of us know about this," said Dumbledore. "Voldemort heard a prophecy, which told him that Harry would be his destined opponent and that he would be killed by Harry."

"Would Voldemort believe a prophecy?"

"He believed everything against him, Lily. Ridiculous as it may sound, it was true: Voldemort was afraid of Harry's power, or rather he was afraid of the prophecy itself."

"If we use the Fidelity Charm," James squeezed Lily's hand, "how long are we going to hide here?"

"I don't know," admitted Dumbledore. "I don't know how long we can keep Voldemort in check, but I hope we can use the power of the Fidelity Charm to make Harry grow up. I mean, after he fully understands all this, and so on." He has the power to become a wizard capable of fighting Voldemort."

James and Lily looked at their son. They never dreamed that the baby was chosen to be the Dark Lord's old enemy on the day it was born.

"Can we last that long, Dumbledore?"

"No one knows. But we have to try to buy more time for Harry." Dumbledore looked at the young couple in front of him, "I personally think that the sooner you cast the Fidelity Charm, the better. Although my informant claims Voldemort doesn't plan to do it himself yet, but we can't wait for him to come." Dumbledore said calmly, "As far as my suggestion is concerned, I hope you will choose me as your secret keeper."

The room was silent for a few seconds.

Both James and Lily read the answer in each other's eyes.

"We have a better candidate, Dumbledore." Lily broke the silence.

"Sirius," James said.

Dumbledore was quiet for a few seconds before hesitating to speak: "With all due respect, James, Lily, the Secret Keeper is a very important position, you must consider it carefully. I don't have any other intentions, but once the Secret Keeper leaks the secret accidentally, The Fidelity Charm will expire without you realizing it."

"We know the risks involved, Dumbledore." James said firmly, "But we all trust Sirius." Lily nodded silently, and James went on to say, "I know there are some growing negatives in the Order of the Phoenix." Rumors, you must have heard of them, but... I know Sirius, he will never betray his friends."

The expression on his face was overconfident, and Dumbledore replied after weighing it in the shortest possible time: "I understand your thoughts, James. But you'd better think about this matter carefully."

For a moment James seemed to want to contradict him, but Lily gave him a warning look.Dumbledore deliberately ignored their interaction: "I will come back in a week, and I hope we can finalize this matter by then."

"I trust Sirius."

"Me too."

James stared at Lily: "I want to hear what's on your mind."

"I'm telling the truth." Lily looked back at him.

"This matter is no small matter, Lily." James gently brushed the hair that fell on her shoulders. "If you have any doubts, just let me know. We can ask Dumbledore to keep us secret." People, it will be more reliable and safer, after all, no one can make Dumbledore leak the secret."

"Sirius won't betray us either." Lily ruffled James' hair lightly, "and he needs us now—he needs to feel needed."

"You didn't like Sirius before."

"I didn't like you before." Lily smiled a little, "but he's my friend now, just like you are my husband."

"You don't have to say this to please me, dear." James held her fingers solemnly. "If you have a better secret-keeper—"

"You know me, James. I never tell lies just to make others happy." Lily stroked James' cheek. "And, in my opinion, what's more important is that you will always be by my side."

"I'm not leaving you, never."

"I admit I'm a little scared, but it's different when you're around."

They stared at each other in silence for a few seconds.Then, James suddenly hugged Lily tightly, and he buried the tip of his nose into Lily's neck: "We'll be fine."

"James," Lily whispered in his ear, "I love you."

-June 2-

"So," Sirius looked at Harry, who was crawling on the carpet, "is it serious? My godson is destined to send Voldemort to hell?"

"Yes, Board, this is not a joke. The one crawling around like a caterpillar in front of you is the future hero of the wizarding world."

As if responding to James' words, Harry excitedly grabbed a ball of yarn and threw it out. Brookshaw screamed in fright and slipped under the sofa.

"If you want an autograph you'd better bring it up quickly."

"Come on, I can make a lot of money just by being godfather."

Lily laughed: "Stop joking, you two, be serious."

"Of course, of course I will be your protector," Sirius replied. "My only question is—are you sure?"

"decide what?"

Sirius stared out of the window, and James knew that somewhere outside the window were hiding members of the Order protecting them.

"Of course we're sure," Lily said. "They can say what they like. I mean, we believe in you, and you're willing to take risks for us. That's enough."

"You understand the risks, don't you, Board?"

"If you mean being hunted by Death Eaters, I've been through that kind of thing a lot," Sirius replied with a smile, "Don't forget I've been 'hunted' since I was sixteen.”

"This time it's probably Voldemort himself who came looking for you." James leaned forward and looked at his friend, "I don't want to drag you into a dangerous situation."

"You did that many years ago, Fork." Sirius shrugged. "Okay, let's get down to business. After I become the Secret Keeper, I will find a place to hide."

"Maybe you can stay with us," Lily suggested. "That would be a surefire plan."

"I can't just stay in the house and not go anywhere." Sirius shook his head and refused. "And, if I also disappeared, the Death Eaters would immediately guess that I was your protector."

"Then what are you going to do?" James asked immediately.

Sirius frowned and looked at the ceiling and thought for a while: "I will move a lot in the form of paws. This may be the easiest and safest concealment method for me."

"But... someone knows your Animagus form." James reminded in a low voice.

The room fell eerily quiet.The Potters stared at Sirius anxiously, as if they were ready for the storm at any moment.

"Yes, I know... don't be so nervous." Sirius reassured them in turn, "But Parkinson can't send messages to others, not to mention that even if he has already said it, he can only tell the person who is currently talking to Berstrom." Idiot in prison. Take a step back, there are so many black dogs in the world, how do they know which one is me?"

"You have to swear you'll hide yourself well," Lily demanded.

"I will. I plan to perform tasks only in human form. And Dumbledore will definitely reduce my task load, or let me do a safer job." Sirius comforted again, "It's okay, wait After we meet with Dumbledore in a few days, he will naturally come up with a better plan."

"Siris," Lily shook her head, stood up and hugged Harry, she stared at Sirius, seemingly unable to find the right words, "You really... I really don't know what to say. I mean— -Thank you."

"James and I are best friends." Sirius smiled back.

"I might be crazy, Padfoot." James watched as Lily carried the sleepy Harry upstairs, "But, I think you should go to Parkinson's Manor."

Sirius raised his eyebrows silently.

"Now is the best time," James said, "Parkinson can't do anything, and even if you can't tear up the agreement now, then...that's better than doing nothing."

The author has something to say:

Note:

1. Quirinus Quirrell: His image is what I imagined.

2. Sylvia: Obviously, she is Astoria's mother.

3. Snape should talk to Dumbledore in winter, so it is assumed that Dumbledore has already met Snape at this time.

4. Still changed to James and Lily both know the prophecy.

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