HP Midnight Light

- December 1981, 4 - Rozier Estate

Evan was awakened from his contemplation by the baby's crying, and he turned his head quickly, and little Barty jumped up from the seat impatiently: "Is it a boy or a girl?"

"girl."

"Leto." Little Barty cheered shortly, walking up and down the corridor excitedly and excitedly, he unconsciously raised his voice, "Leah, it's Leto! Our Leto!"

In the room, Cornelia took her daughter from the therapist: "Rozier's heir..." she murmured, kissing Leto's forehead lightly.

"Barty," Evan glanced at the over-excited little Batty, and pointed out the window, "Did you see, there is no moon or stars tonight, and even Merlin is blessing her birth."

"Because she is Leto, our dark goddess! Merlin, Evan, this is not the time to chat." Little Barty didn't care about greeting Evan at all, he couldn't wait to push the door open.

"Yes." Evan was a few steps behind, and he slowly closed the curtains, shutting the dark night out of the window, "Our goddess of darkness, our heir..."

"Mr. Rozier." A slightly trembling voice sounded behind him, "Then now I can—"

Evan turned around abruptly, his wolf-like sharp eyes poking straight at the woman.She was the St. Mungo's healer he and Barty Jr. had brought in, and they had coerced her into agreeing to help Cornelia give birth—something men were not good at or suited to.

"Can I—" the therapist's eyes couldn't help darting up and down the long, dark corridor, "Can I leave?" Her lips were pale, and her legs were trembling slightly.

"I haven't had time to reward you, ma'am."

"No need!" the therapist yelled, and she immediately fell silent in horror, staring at Evan with wide eyes.

Evan stared at the shivering woman coldly, the warm smile on his face disappeared little by little, and the therapist's body began to sway back and forth unconsciously, as if he was about to faint on the ground.Evan saw all this in his eyes, and he slowly raised a cold smirk: "You are too polite-Avada Kedavra!"

A green light flashed, and the therapist fell to the ground like a puppet on broken strings.Evan walked quickly past her body into the room: "Let me see my granddaughter."

"Did you kill her, father?" Cornelia was in good spirits, she was clear about the movement outside, and she asked in a questioning tone as soon as Evan walked in.

"Yes."

"But Leto was born within a few minutes." Cornelia accused unceremoniously, "This will bring her misfortune!"

"She is both the Goddess of Darkness and Rozier's heir, Leah." Evan looked contentedly at the baby Batty handed to him. "This is a blessing to her instead."

Letor Rozier was born of pure night, and came into this world just as the clock struck midnight at the last stroke.This girl was born into the most evil and powerful Death Eater family. If nothing else, she will have the appearance of an angel and the heart of a devil just like her parents and grandparents.

"Let the Dark Lord know of Leto's birth as soon as possible, father," Cornelia reminded. "He will love her."

"The owl took away the good news a few minutes ago." Evan rarely showed his fatherly face and patted Cornelia's head lightly. "You need to rest well."

"I will." Cornelia asked worriedly, "but tomorrow morning we have to discuss the future plan, I will be back to my best condition soon, and now it is undoubtedly for us to consolidate ourselves The best time for power, we must not waste a single second."

"In my opinion, the Dark Lord still has no intention of forgiving Lestrange." Evan promised, "I promise you that I will discuss this matter with you tomorrow, and now you just need to rest in peace." He personally Turn off the lights in the room for Cornelia, and hand Leto to the house-elf.After doing all this, Evan brought Batty Jr. to his study.

"Do you have something to say?" Barty Jr. asked.

"Yes." Evan asked him to sit down solemnly, "I have something to tell you."

Barty Jr. made a gesture of all ears.

"About Leah's mother."

-May 5nd - Dumbledore's former home in Fertile Fields

"Do you know where Remus has been lately, Peter?"

A teacup shattered on the ground with a crisp sound, and at the same time Peter let out a short cry.

"Are you okay?" Lily apologized quickly, "I'm sorry, I scared you." She pulled out her wand and quickly cleaned up the mess on the ground, but Peter still stared straight at the place where the debris was scattered just now.His lips trembled slightly, and his face turned pale.

"Peter?" Lily whispered tentatively, "Are you all right?"

"I'm not—I'm fine!" Peter replied suddenly loudly, shaking his head in panic before stopping abruptly, "No...I'm just...I'm just thinking." He glanced at Lily quickly One glance, "I'm fine, I'm fine."

"Are you sure?" Lily asked with concern, "You don't look well at all, Peter, your face is very pale."

"Ah—" Peter hastily picked up another teacup and filled it with water, "I'm a little tired, I'm fine, really, I'm just a little sleepy."

"Is it because of too much pressure recently?"

"Maybe." Peter changed the subject, "What did you ask me just now?"

"I asked you if you know where Remus went." Lily stared at Peter. "James and I haven't seen him for a long time. He didn't write to us, and no one else knew where he went. We Asked Dumbledore, but he wouldn't tell."

"I don't know." Peter said perfunctorily, "It must be something important."

Lily shrugged: "Sirius can't come here often, I think if Remus could come here from time to time, maybe James would feel better. You know, he was a little depressed after being locked up at home." She went to the living room She glanced in the direction of Harry, and after confirming that James and Sirius were busy teasing Harry, she continued, "Although he tried not to show it too obviously, you and I can definitely see it: it's great that we can come out today." It made him happy."

"Yeah, yeah, that's for sure." Peter hesitated a few words before changing the subject, "Are the Death Eaters still looking for you and James?"

"Yes." Lily replied, "Dumbledore believes we are still their main focus."

"So is Sirius?"

Lily raised her eyebrows.

Peter hurriedly explained: "I mean...he's also been elusive recently, right?"

"I don't know if Dumbledore gave him any special missions. But Sirius has been unhappy some time ago—because of the rumors in the Order of the Phoenix." Lily pursed her lips displeasedly, "So if he recently I think it's understandable if it doesn't happen very often, but it hurts to say that to anyone."

"Yes, I understand..." Peter tentatively cautiously, "but I don't understand why they doubt Sirius."

"Huh?" Lily didn't respond.

"I mean - I hate to say this, please forgive me - I personally think... Remus is more suspect."

"Peter!" Lily looked at him in shock.

"Lily." Peter raised his eyes earnestly and begged her to keep her voice down, "I don't mean anything else... But, if there is really someone in the Order of the Phoenix who is undercover, I think Remus is more likely."

"How could you say that!" Lily angrily lowered her voice and condemned, "Remus is your best friend, he has always taken good care of you, we all see it!"

"Yeah, but when Remus' 'fuzzy little problem' kicks in, he just isn't the Remus we know, is he?" Peter argued. "He's completely out of his mind on a full moon. I Not suspicious of him, but it's possible that a werewolf might unwittingly spill some secrets in that situation—"

Lily frowned and stared at Peter, but before she could speak, the voices of the Longbottoms came from the door.

"You shouldn't have said that, Peter!" She had to swallow the tirade she had prepared, when Alice called her name:

"Where are you, Lily? I haven't seen you in ages—"

Lily gave Peter a deep warning look, turned and walked out of the kitchen to chat with Alice.After Godric's Hollow was exposed, the Order of the Phoenix used Dumbledore's former residence in Fertile Land as a temporary headquarters. Today Dumbledore made an exception and allowed James and Lily, who had been imprisoned for more than a month, to leave their home and come here with the Longbottoms , Peter and Sirius met briefly.

He also mentioned that the chances of them being allowed to leave Potter's old house will become less and less in the future-as long as Voldemort has not given up and given up, they cannot take it lightly.

When Alice and Lily were discussing parenting matters, Frank came over and interrupted the conversation between James and Sirius: "Can you come over with me, Sirius?"

Harry was playing with Neville on the carpet at this moment.

Sirius and James exchanged glances, stood up and followed Frank to the study. Frank closed the door: "I guess you already know what I'm going to tell you, Sirius."

When he turned around, he found Sirius leaning against the door frame in a posture that would rather die than submit, which made Frank laugh dumbfounded. He shook his head: "I'm not your enemy, Sirius."

"You can tell Dumbledore about my unauthorized visit to Parkinson's Manor," Sirius replied, "I accept any punishment he gives me."

"It's not necessary," said Frank quietly. "First, I know why you're going, which is understandable. Second, your visit has no consequences."

"I thought Parkinson would be so angry that he broke a dozen vases and then hid in the bedroom and hugged the pillow and cried for a week." Sirius sarcastically said, "After all, he looks so fragile, so sensitive, so self-respecting, So pretentious, so contrived—”

"Come on, Sirius." Frank interrupted him, "Parkinson didn't break the vase or cry, and on the other hand she didn't know you were at Parkinson Manor."

"Very good." Sirius smiled sarcastically, "That's exactly what I want."

"Don't do it again."

"I won't do the same stupid thing a second time."

"I know what you're thinking, Sirius." Frank glanced at him, "But the premise of restarting the Parkinson case is that we can collect more evidence about him, which is impossible under the current circumstances of."

"It can be done, Frank, at least as far as I know, it can be done easily." Sirius said as if he couldn't bear it, "You can go to retrieve the memory of Bulstrode - you don't need to go to retrieve the memory of a criminal. Let's go through the process—then you can check Hyacinth's memory, he used the Amnestic Charm on her, and he admitted it!"

"Unless there are extremely special circumstances, we cannot interrogate the prisoners who have been thrown into Azkaban a second time, Sirius." Frank looked at him sympathetically, "and the method of extracting memories has been banned after that Squib trial." Secretly classified as an unusable interrogation method..."

"Is this the nature of the Ministry of Magic, Frank?" Sirius asked sharply, "wasting time fussing about the minutiae, without considering the big picture? When Minkan was Minister of Magic before, all he wanted was to send people near Azkaban." More Dementors, unfortunately things don't seem to get any better with Barnold in power—”

"I understand how you feel, Sirius." Frank sighed, "But to be honest, the Ministry of Magic has indeed gone all out. We are under pressure from many aspects, as you can imagine... and , To be honest, neither Parkinson nor Haysings are that important to the Ministry of Magic, and the Ministry of Magic will not continue to waste time and energy on them."

Sirius ignored Frank's words, but his expression showed deep anger.Frank stopped him when he was fidgeting out of habit to find a cigarette.

"I don't even have the right to smoke?"

"My subordinates told me that you wandered alone in the garden of Parkinson's Manor for a while that day." Frank said, "I really can't put myself in the shoes of a series of things that happened to you, but Sirius, I have always believed that Depravity and escape are not the means to solve problems."

"Smoking?" Sirius sneered, "Degenerate? Escape?"

"You're digging into a dead end."

"I do not have."

Frank watched him quietly.

"You're right about one thing, Frank." Sirius said softly, "You really can't put yourself in the shoes of a series of things that happened to me—no one else can."

"I have been in charge of monitoring the Parkinson Manor for half a year." After pondering for a moment, Frank suddenly said, "She rarely moves in front of us, and spends most of the time alone in the house. One day, one of my subordinates told I saw her sneaking downstairs alone in the middle of the night and throwing a stack of papers into the fireplace."

Sirius' quivering eyelashes proved he was listening.

"After she left, he went up to check it immediately, but it was neither the document nor the letter we wanted, it was just a stack of paintings." Frank stared at Sirius, "Guess what's on it?"

"So what?" his listener rhetorically demanded, "we were forced to break out of the cages that held us separately, to break down all the barriers our identities put in our way, and to seize every moment of love as if it were before the end. Love, only to find out that we spent all these years not getting out of the original cage." He paused for a moment. "Do you think I'm weak and stupid, Frank? Do you think I'm wasting my life? You think it's I want it?"

"I don't know what Parkinson said to you, but she threw those pictures in the fireplace and burned them every day," Frank said. "Every day."

-June 5rd -Smith Manor

"Of course not." Mrs. Smith refused bluntly, "You can't go anywhere."

"Neither one nor anyone?" Aurora asked. "Sean, Mr. Lestrange—"

"No one can." Mrs. Smith looked at Aurora in disbelief, as if she had said something stupid, "Stop dreaming."

"Even if it's just a stroll in Diagon Alley?"

"Of course not!" Mrs. Smith had lost her last patience with this "sister" who fell from the sky, "The only thing you can do now is to obediently go upstairs and return to the bedroom!"

"I see." Aurora lowered her eyes and stared at the floor thoughtfully, "In your eyes, I'm just an item. When it's useful, you can take it out and put a price on it and put it on the shelf. Can be thrown in the warehouse, can't you?"

"Go upstairs now!" Mrs. Smith's voice became colder, "don't make me say it a second time!"

Of course she didn't need to say it a second time, Aurora had already turned around and rushed up the stairs.Mrs. Smith watched coldly as her figure disappeared at the bottom of the stairs.

"Keep an eye on her." She ordered, and then continued to check the income and expenditure of this month with her eyes down, and her eyes stopped when she slid over a certain item: the money used to bribe Azkaban.

Afterwards, the shocking figures made Mrs. Smith grit her teeth: All this was brought by Aurora!She won't forget that, never will.

Upstairs, Aurora locked the door. Instead of crying, she pulled her hair and pinched her skin silently and venting.If she hadn't been deceived by the illusory vanity created by the Smiths for a while, then she wouldn't be locked up here now.In the end, it's no one else's fault. She's where she is now because of her initial greed—that bit of coveting for a life of abundance.

Aurora can't forget that at the door of the tenth courtroom, when Hyacinth told her what the surname "Smith" meant, there was a blank in her mind at that moment—a blank of joy—she instantly understood An opportunity to make a fortune and change her life is in front of her.For a child growing up in an orphanage, it was too difficult to resist the temptation of money.What's more, at that time, she always felt that all of this was at ease, and she thought it was what they owed her... In fact, it was not the case, those beautiful skirts and luxurious jewelry before were all exchanged for the rest of her life.

Aurora remembered Zweig's "Queen of the Dead" that she had read in literature class. There was a line she liked very much: "At that time, she was too young to know that the gifts given by fate had already been marked in secret. price".At that time, Aurora also quoted this sentence in the paper, but unfortunately she failed to understand the deep meaning.

Now she regrets it too much, but fate has handed over the bill she owed.

Aurora hurriedly grabbed a page of parchment, and wrote down her messy thoughts without thinking——

"William:

I finally understood what you said to me, but it was too late..."

- June 6th - Gavin's residence

He knew very well what the person sitting opposite him meant in the wizarding world, so he had to try his best to explain things clearly in the shortest possible time.

"I see what you mean," replied his guest, "but Mr. Miller, since you have taken so much trouble to get me here, why don't you help me?"

"Because I don't belong to your world." Gavin repeated this sentence he didn't know how many times he said, "I will leave here sooner or later, so I don't want to get into trouble."

"I understand," said his guest. "I've heard of Mrs. Figg. She's also related to the current Minister of Magic. But I'm surprised she organized such a dangerous activity when she lived in Bath. No Offended, but it's very, very dangerous for a Squib."

"Yes, I admire her." Gavin stared at her, "Then what do you mean—"

"I would like to see Mrs. Figg." Dumbledore nodded.

"She's in the reception room not far away." Gavin secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and he led Dumbledore to walk.

"I'm curious, Mr. Miller, what are you going to do if I decline your offer today, or don't come at all?"

"Totally reject Mrs. Figg." Gavin admitted, "I'm not a hero, I just want to continue my life well." His voice gradually dropped.

"You don't have to feel ashamed, even many seasoned wizards dare not stand with us against Voldemort." Dumbledore said lightly, "You are already amazing, Mr. Miller."

Gavin shook his head silently, raised his hand and knocked on the door of the reception room and pushed it open: "Mrs. Figg, there is someone who would like to hear about the plan you and your friends had before."

Mrs. Figg raised her head blankly, Gavin took a step aside, her eyes widened in surprise: "Dumbledore!"

Gavin quietly exits the room, leaving room for the two of them to talk.He walked slowly along the corridor, which had once belonged to a relatively wealthy wizard, so the decoration of the house was quite good.Gavin carefully looked at candlesticks, chandeliers and other things that were not common in the Muggle world or his world.

So when should he leave?

Gavin stopped and looked at the blooming trees outside the window.He suddenly thought of Aurora, his first love.They haven't seen each other for a long time, and some rumors prove that things are very bad for Aurora.But what surprised him was that Gavin didn't feel too much shock when the news reached Gavin's ears. Maybe long ago, when she claimed to her classmates at the college dance that he was just an acquaintance, they It's already destined to be different from each other.Or in other words, from the time she started enjoying life in the wizarding world, she should have realized that there is no free lunch in the world.

Together they dance the first and last dance.After the dance, their short-lived love also disappeared that night, just because she was "Aurora Smith" and he was only "William Miller".

All traces of first love will eventually pass, even if they were in love in the past.

The author has something to say:

Note:

1. Leto: One of the three dark goddesses, who dominates the night without stars and moon.The older sister of Asteria (Astoria).

2. The female therapist who died was the one who treated Hyacinth at the Parkinson Manor.

3. Cornelia's biological mother will be a hot spot.Her identity has not yet been revealed.

4. Peter has guessed that there must be something between Sirius and the Potters that he doesn't know (fidelity curse).As for the main reason why he dumped the blame from Sirius to Remus, he still had a guilty conscience. At this moment, Peter's thinking and behavior could no longer be measured by normal logic.

5. [We were forced to escape from the cage that shackled us... the original cage]: Hyacinth could not escape the shadow of Slytherin, and Sirius had never been able to get rid of the rules he hated—such as The original pure-blood concept of the Black family, people's questioning of his identity later, and the current attitude of the Ministry of Magic.

6. Aurora and Gavin shouldn’t have so many roles in the first place. I will explain why I added roles to them after the end.

7. Gavin still uses the name Gavin Greenglass, but Dumbledore chooses to refer to him by his Muggle surname.

8. Gavin was unwilling to take the risk of fighting Voldemort, but he chose to bridge Mrs. Figg and Dumbledore.

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Thank you little angel for mine [?(????`) Bi Xin]

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