HP Midnight Light

- 1981th February 10 - Unnamed Castle, Cumbria

There was silence on both sides of the long table.

Peter curled up on the stone chair, almost fainting.He bit his nails nervously, staring at the pendulum clock at the far end of the room.

Evan replaced the Dark Lord in the first place, and Cornelia sat on his right, and the seat opposite her was vacant. Little Barty went home according to Evan's instructions and was ready to send news about the White Wizard's side at any time. .

It was the most assembled Death Eater in a long time—no one was absent except Barty Jr.Even Bellatrix remained quietly in her place, staring grayly at the table: after Harry Potter died tonight, the Roziers would further cement their already Already in an unshakable position, the Dark Lord would take all the credit for them, and that would be her end too.

"What time is it?" Evan asked.

Cornelia looked up at the clock: "Nine fifty-three."

The room fell silent again.

Except for the sound of the fabric rubbing against Peter as he shivered.

"It's almost there." Evan whispered.

Lucius swallowed, quietly wiped the sweat from his palms on his robe, and looked up at the clock.It was close to ten o'clock, and for some reason, he closed his eyes instinctively and silently begged for Merlin's protection.

"Father," Cornelia called softly.

The clock struck for the first time.

- Godric's Hollow, Potter's House -

"It's time for Harry to go to bed." Lily walked into the living room, and she conveniently pasted a post-it note on the shelf—to get up early tomorrow and finish the birthday cake for Sirius.

"Today is Halloween, Lily." James was constantly using his wand to make clouds of colored spray to amuse Harry. He giggled and reached out to catch the smoke. "You should let Harry play for a while."

"That can't be done." Lily frowned resolutely, "Unless you want him to sleep all day tomorrow and miss his godfather's 22nd birthday completely."

"Passfoot is one year older." James made a concession. He picked Harry up and handed him to Lily under his breath. "We have known each other for 11 years! 11 years!"

"Yes, James, you're a little old man too." Lily smiled and avoided James' embrace, "I'm going to put Harry to bed first."

"Tsk, 'Put Harry to bed'," said James sourly.

"Are you jealous of your son?" Lily tossed her long hair back and looked at James with disgust.

"Harry needs a brother or sister," James said bluntly, "so that he can have something to do and not be clinging to his mother all the time."

"Oh, James..." Lily gave him a sideways look.

James smiled and sat back on the sofa: "Maybe this time next year Harry will start playing with his younger siblings."

"By then you're bound to be complaining about the kids taking up too much time."

"I won't," James muttered. "When will Dumbledore give me back the Invisibility Cloak? I'd love to sneak out—"

"James!"

"I'm just talking." James immediately raised his hands in surrender, "Okay, you'd better put this little troublemaker to sleep. It's getting late now." He winked his eyes.Lily blushed, she gave him a coquettish look, and patted Harry as she walked upstairs.

James tossed his wand onto the couch, and yawned as he stretched.Tomorrow he had to do something to make Sirius remember his 22nd birthday—

Bang!

The door of Potter's house slammed into the wall, and accompanied by the rustling of robes, a very light footstep came from the door.James jumped up, his eardrums buzzing, and he rushed towards the hall without a second thought:

"Lily, take Harry and run! He's coming! Run! Run! I'll stop him!"

"James!" Lily screamed from upstairs.

For the first time in his life, he saw clearly the pale snake's face that seemed to have been burned, but James did not feel intimidated. He stood before Voldemort with his bare hands, as if he had been waiting for him for a long time.When James' gaze met those scarlet eyes, he called to his wife again, "Lily, run!"

-Cumbria, unnamed castle-

A strange rumbling sound came from outside the castle.

"What's that?" Bellatrix jumped up, her shrill voice pierced Cornelia's eardrums:

"Sit down!" she ordered sharply.

"No!" Bellatrix looked around frantically, "What is that, what is that sound? No, no, the barrier outside the castle..."

Her words were interrupted by an unseen force in the void, and at the same time the Death Eaters sitting around the long table felt a force pass through their bodies.

Then came an eerie, liberating feeling.

Evan and Cornelia looked at each other. In fact, everyone was exchanging glances nervously, even if no one spoke.

At this time, a blue light flashed suddenly, and with the screams of several people, a patron saint with light blue light appeared on the long table, and it spoke in the voice of Little Barty:

"The Dark Lord was defeated by Harry Potter."

The Death Eaters looked at each other, as if they had spent a century trying to figure out the meaning of that sentence.Then, before Evan had time to stop it, several roars and screams erupted in the room, and most of the people jumped up like crazy and pushed away their chairs and swarmed towards the door.

"Stop!" Bellatrix screamed, "It's not over yet, come back to me!"

Yet no one listened to her.

"Lucius!" Bella called out her brother-in-law's name directly, "Come back!"

Lucius, who was called, looked back at the crazy Bella with a pale face, and without thinking, he quickened his pace and rushed out of the Death Eaters' meeting room mixed in with the crowd.

When they ran to the gate, the traitors of the Dark Lord were shocked by what they saw——

For the first time they saw the barrier that had been erected by the Dark Lord himself to protect the castle.It looked like a round, transparent glass bowl turned upside down to guard the Dark Lord's castle, but now the flawless glass shattered.Starting from the very top, the barrier was splitting at an astonishing speed, and soon became a criss-cross pattern like a spider web, piece by piece.

"It's over." Evan, who followed behind, watched the scene, his lips opened and closed numbly, "It's all over."

At the same time as his words fell to the ground, the barrier finally exploded and shattered. Pieces of strange silvery matter floated in the air, and after a few seconds of suspension, they suddenly began to burn.The Death Eaters froze for a moment, then spun around without thinking, and apparated and fled here. Only a small number of people were left huddled together with Evan in the foyer, staring blankly at this terrifying scene.

"It's not over!" Bellatrix yelled furiously, and the Lestrange brothers didn't run away, she drew out her wand and cried angrily, "It's not over yet! The Dark Lord cannot be defeated by a baby! "

Peter knelt down on his knees and whimpered in his throat, but no one paid any attention to him.

Cornelia stared at the barrier that turned into nothing: "Damn it!"

- Godric's Hollow, Potter's House -

"Damn..." Hagrid sobbed heavily, and he staggered over the crooked fence and approached the almost collapsed house.

A few minutes ago he had received a letter from Fawkes, Dumbledore asking him to go immediately to Godric's Hollow and bring out the surviving little Harry.At first, Hagrid had no idea what Dumbledore was talking about, but the next second an owl rushed into his hut and brought the latest news about the Dark Lord——

He killed the Potters, and when he also tried to kill young Harry, he failed.

The Dark Lord was defeated and Harry Potter became the Boy Who Lived!

Hagrid pushed open the Potter's door awkwardly. He stooped into the house, but then he saw James—the dead James.He was lying on his back in the hallway with nothing in his hands, his spectacles had been knocked off his cheeks, but James' eyes were still open, those dull brown eyes staring blankly at the ceiling, Hagrid There was no longer any way to find any of the cheerful gleam of successful mischief that always shone in it.

"Merlin...poor James." Hagrid whimpered like a trumpet. He couldn't believe that this mischievous but lovable boy couldn't jump up and play jokes or pranks on anyone anymore, Hagrid Not daring to look at James' body, he bent down to help James straighten his glasses, then followed Dumbledore's instructions and went straight upstairs.

Upstairs, however, the situation was more dire, with half the roof collapsed, and Hagrid had to carefully bend over the wreckage so he wouldn't damage the house a second time.When he followed the cries into the bedroom at the end of the corridor, Hagrid couldn't help gasping—

The entire bedroom was almost destroyed.The chandelier was blown to pieces, all the toys fell to the ground, the window panes were missing, and the cold wind blew the mutilated curtains.Harry was crying at the top of his lungs in the crib. He was able to stand up, and was grabbing the rail of the bed, desperately trying to roll over and get closer to his mother who was lying on the ground.Lily was lying face down less than a meter away from the crib. She had a small gash on one cheek from the shattered glass, but the blood had dried on.

"My God, my God..." Hagrid walked over, groaning in pain, "Shhhhhhhhh don't cry, Harry, you're safe now..." He picked up the baby clumsily, haha Leigh was struggling in his arms trying to jump down and shake Lily, but he didn't know yet that his dad would never be able to conjure him new colored smoke, and his mom wouldn't laugh and jump up to coax him. Go to sleep.

"Poor Harry, shh...be good, boy..." Hagrid walked cautiously out of the house while coaxing the baby.When he stepped out of the room, there was a sudden roar of engines in the sky, and Hagrid immediately pulled out the big pink umbrella that he never left, and stared at the night sky vigilantly——

A motorcycle slowly appeared, and it approached Potter's old house at an alarming speed.It landed firmly on the ground before Hagrid had time to warn, and a young man with disheveled hair and a pale face jumped from it, and his lips lost their last breath when he saw the almost completely destroyed house in front of him. A trace of blood.

"Black?" Hagrid asked slightly suspiciously.Hagrid hadn't seen the troublemakers since they graduated, but he was as impressed by the handsome face as anyone else.

Sirius didn't make a sound, his face was as white as a dead man's. Under Hagrid's gaze, he took a few steps precariously, staring at the blown-out roof.

After a while, he struggled to ask: "I heard...I heard..."

"The rumors are true." Hagrid didn't forget that Black and Potter used to be best friends, he looked at Sirius sympathetically, "I'm sorry, Black."

Sirius took a few steps closer to Potter's house, trembling all over.Hagrid stopped him:

"You'd better...don't go in..." His eyes conveyed more content, Sirius shuddered and let out a sob that seemed to be crying, and Hagrid sighed, "I understand...it's very frustrating. Sad, but you have to believe they went to a better world. I know James and Lily were very brave fighters and they didn't die for nothing."

"No—" Sirius let out a whine in his throat, and he interrupted Hagrid tremblingly, "You don't understand, you don't know..."

"No matter what, they fought like warriors until the last moment." Hagrid tried in vain to comfort the young man who was about to go mad, he thought for a while, "Their child survived, James and Lily's efforts were not in vain. "

"Harry...Harry!" Sirius eagerly looked at the little thing wrapped in a blanket in Hagrid's arms as if he had suddenly woken up. He took a deep breath, as if forcing himself to calm down, " Give me Harry, Hagrid, I'm his godfather, and I'll take care of him."

Hearing the godfather's voice, Harry let out a crying voice: "Boom—" He struggled to stretch out his little hand from under the blanket, and looked at Sirius with tears in his green eyes.

"He's calling me, Hagrid." Sirius said with a nasal tinge in his voice, "Leave him to me and I'll take care of him."

"I'm afraid not, Black." Hagrid refused sternly. "Dumbledore asked me to take him away."

"Dumbledore knows I'm his godfather." By this time Harry was wriggling desperately to get closer to the only person he knew here.

"Dumbledore thought Harry should be raised by his aunts and uncles," Hagrid insisted. "They were the poor child's only remaining relatives in the world."

"I know that couple, they scoff at everything related to magic." Sirius said coldly, his eyes were still red, but Sirius suddenly became firm, "Harry can't be handed over to them , they won't take good care of him."

"That's Dumbledore's request."

"Dumbledore is not his guardian!" Sirius pointed out impatiently, but Hagrid cut him off loudly:

"No matter what, Black, I will definitely complete the task Dumbledore entrusted to me. If you want to obstruct it, then just let it go!" He stared at the young man in front of him resolutely, clenched his right hand tightly Put a pink umbrella.

Sirius' eyes fell on the umbrella: "I am Harry's godfather." He repeated.

"You can tell Dumbledore these words, but now I will obey his request and take Harry away." Hagrid also did not make any concessions.

"Padfoot..." Harry called vaguely.When Sirius met the tear-stained little face, he couldn't help but feel a throbbing pain in his heart: "If you must take him away, then..." He pointed to his motorcycle, "This will let you Make your journey more comfortable."

"That's your motorcycle."

"I don't need it anymore," Sirius said bitterly, and he took a step back despite Harry's feeble pleas. "Put him well into Dumbledore's hands, Hagrid." He took one last deep look The godson glanced, then turned his eyes to the old Potter house, and Hagrid saw a twinkle on his cheek.

"Where are you going?" Hagrid couldn't help asking.

He had a hunch that he should call Black to stop him, but the latter left him only a vague figure apparating in the night.

-Parkinson Manor-

Shortly before 10:30, there was a brief commotion among the Aurors monitoring Edmund.

"Quiet! Quiet!" Frank yelled, but his voice was quickly drowned out by the Aurors' growls of anger, excitement, and grief.

"What happened?" Edmond stepped forward and asked after watching quietly for a while not far away.The Aurors gradually quieted down, and their sad and happy faces turned to Edmund, and their eyes once made him feel horrified.Finally Frank pushed through the crowd and came up to him:

"The Dark Lord has fallen."

"Yes, he's down, your master's down—"

"Alas..." Frank sighed softly as he watched the others help the young Auror, who had passed out from overexcitement, onto the sofa, "He killed the Potters, but after he tried to kill them As a son, he failed."

"He failed?" Edmund repeated Frank's words.

"He failed, disappeared, disappeared. No one knows what happened, the only thing we know is that he was defeated in front of a baby." Frank said blankly, and he handed a newspaper to Edmund, " You can see for yourself."

At this time, there was a strange buzzing sound from the sky above the Parkinson Manor, as if some kind of monster was approaching.

"what is that?"

"Everyone is celebrating the Dark Lord's defeat, and thousands of owls are going to send the good news all over the world." Frank turned to talk to his subordinates as if he didn't want to talk more.Edmund looked at the newspaper he handed just now——

Harry Potter - The Boy Who Lived

He scribbled through it, and it was just what Frank had said.Edmund closed the newspaper with a heavy heart, and at this time the Aurors had already left the fireplace in Parkinson's house one by one.

"We'll seal the fireplace to make sure you can't leave," Frank said.

"Where are you going?"

"Of course it's catching Death Eaters." Frank tightened his cloak and stepped into the green flames.Edmund turned to the other Auror:

"Wait a minute... that means I'm still under surveillance from the Ministry of Magic?"

"Of course." The other party stared at him in disgust, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth, "You don't have to wait too long. Maybe you will actually be on the trial bench soon."

"What do you mean?"

"This time, the Ministry of Magic will not spare any Death Eaters." Auror said bitterly, "We will send you to Azkaban at all costs." After he finished speaking through gritted teeth, he quickly ran after him Companions, disappeared into the fireplace.

Edmund's heart sank suddenly.

"Is what he said true?" Edmund turned his head, and Hyacinth walked slowly from the shadows to the light, with a strange expression on her face, "The Dark Lord lost? James and Lily ……died?"

"Yes." Edmund handed over the newspaper, but Hyacinth didn't take it. She walked around Edmund and sat down at the dining table, staring intently at the dancing candle wicks.He knew what she was waiting for, and Edmund sat down opposite her:

"If the Ministry can find enough evidence, I will be sent to Azkaban."

Hyacinth was silent.

"No one will be able to keep you here until then."

She stared at the candle flame in silence, the gesture Hyacinth often made when Edmund was talking to her, Edmund knew exactly what she was thinking and who she was thinking about, and now it was time to speak clearly Well, he'd probably be formally apprehended by the Aurors by dawn, after all.

"If that happens," Edmund's voice trailed off, "please at least be kind to Pansy."

"Tata will take good care of her."

"She also needs education and love from real people," Edmund almost pleaded.

"Edmund, you know very well that I will never 'love' Pansy." Hyacinth made this clear for the first time. "She is a symbol of humiliation and pain."

This time it was his silence.

"You've decided to plead guilty?" asked Hyacins. "You've decided to admit that you're not innocent?"

"Hyatings," said Edmund, "those who survive this war have blood on their hands."

"But that's still different," she said. "Someone with blood on their hands is still worthy of respect."

They fell into silence one after another, and the time passed by every minute and every second, and the dawn gradually appeared on the edge of the sky. When the sun was about to illuminate the dining room of the Parkinson Manor, an owl arrived late with a newspaper.

Edmund grabbed the newspaper, but his eyes stayed on the front page for a long time.

"What's the matter?" Hyacinth asked.

He looked at her slowly, and slid the newspaper to her with an indecipherable expression.

Hyacinth lowered her head, the shocking title stung her eyes——

Traitor Arrested - Sirius Blake Captured, Peter Pedilou Dead

"That's impossible!" she screamed after spending up to a minute repeating the title.

Is this a dream?Must be.

The crimson morning sun finally ignited the sky, and the restaurant of Parkinson Manor was bathed in sunlight, but her dawn has not come yet.

The author has something to say:

Note:

1.波特夫妇死于10月31日，而西里斯则说在第二天也就是11月1日他的生日当天被捕的。

2. Some people think that Lily was pregnant again when she died, and I personally support this view.

3. If the Ministry of Magic captures the Death Eaters (such as Cornelia) who have contact with Edmund, plus the testimony of Sirius and others, he will definitely be sent to Azkaban.

4. Hyacinth did not yet know the three addenda to the marriage agreement.

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