Harriet Potter

The weather is getting colder and I've been traveling all over the UK because I can't stay in one place for too long.The worst in the southern region is the frost on the ground. When I stayed in the central mountains, I was woken up from time to time in the middle of the night to deal with the freezing rain that was about to collapse the tent or to escape the flash flood. The only time I spent the night in the swamp was that two snakes squeezed in and fell asleep All night, James and Sirius grinned at me as I ran the shit out of the tent and fell into the mud the next day, and Lily gave them a token reprimand—she didn't remind me, obviously.They assured me afterwards, though, that they were a benign and harmless breed.

Camping in a new place has become a very interesting experience. This time it was a small island in the middle of a lake in Scotland. I worked hard when setting up the camp, so the tent was safe and sound after one night, except that it was half buried by snow.The next morning I had a snowball fight with James and Sirius, and the most they could do was move the powder a little, so the rule was that I snowballed and they caught me, and I counted them both. I win, as long as one of them touches me, they win.Even one-on-one, I might not be able to beat James alone, so of course this rule is not fair at all, and I keep losing.Later, Lily, who was on the sidelines, joined in. She was not as agile as the other two, but she was very good at using her advantages and often lured them to my throwing route. Only then did the battle turn for the better.When it was almost noon, I was soaked in snow water inside and out. Lily worried that I would catch a cold and urged me to go back and change clothes.

I was already shivering from the cold, and after digging out a change of clothes, I hurried into the bathroom before I could put other things back in the small bag. The best thing about the new tent provided by Aberforth is that the bathroom has a large supply of hot water. It took a long time to fully warm up.When I came out, James and Sirius were sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of my bed talking, and Lily was sitting on the edge of the bed studying the mess I left behind. Sirius looked up and grinned at me.

"Your problem of not tidying up is exactly the same as James, and he has been scolded by his mother and Lily for it." He pointed to something on the bed, "But if this thing is a gift from your boyfriend, I'd say he has terrible taste."

I took a few steps closer before I saw that he was referring to the fake locket.

"Oh, this," I wondered how to explain the whole thing simply, "it's a counterfeit. I don't know how, but some guy called RAB took the real one before I went with Dumbledore. locket—"

"Wait," Sirius interrupted, "RAB?"

"Yes, he left a note, and this is the signature on it. I think it should be an abbreviation or something, but Hermione searched through a lot of information and couldn't find anyone who matched it." I looked at the expression on my face in doubt. The changed Sirius, "Do you know such a person?"

"Is that note still with you?"

I haven't seen Sirius look so serious since we met again. He hurriedly opened the fake locket and unfolded the parchment in front of him.He glanced at it, reached for it with an eagerness that surprised me, passed the paper and almost passed my face, and then he dropped his arms and read in silence.James and Lily also came over with questions.

"Yes. I thought, no, I'm sure I do." Sirius said slowly, "I recognize the handwriting. He's Regulus Agturus Black."

"Your brother?" James called, and Lily made a sound of surprise too. "But, no offense intended, I remember you said that he was very much in favor of You-Know-Who and joined the Death Eaters?"

"There are indeed rumors that Regulus was killed because he wanted to quit." Lily glanced at Sirius carefully, "Do you think...?"

"I can read his handwriting," Sirius repeated.

I hesitated to suggest, "Should I call him or—"

"No!" Sirius cut me off, almost snarling, staring horribly at me for a moment, then closing his eyes again - maybe he wanted to take a deep breath, but he wasn't breathing at all.There was nothing he could do about whatever emotion was surrounding him at the moment.

After maybe a century, he opened his eyes.

"You have to stop doing that, Harry."

He spoke completely calmly and unquestionably, and it took me a while to react, refusing to understand. "……What?"

"You can't call the dead back at will, smash the so-called truth that they didn't know before they were alive, and 'satisfy' their unfulfilled wishes." He paused, and when he spoke again, his words seemed to be crushed into powder. , "Because those belong to the living. We are dead, Harry."

"Don't you want to see me again?" I looked at Lily and James beggingly, but they looked like Sirius now—like the dead, indifferent and shadowed by grief.

Like thin smoke blown away by the wind, all the lightness and laughter dissipated. "Don't you want to know what happened to me? I only had such a short time with you! You think that's enough?"

I almost screamed, Sirius was still watching me, James had turned his head away.

"No, Harry," said Lily, without tears but sounding more mournful than ever or anyone, "it's never enough. Even when you're 30, 60, even if you're gray-haired Old woman, we're still going to want to know everything that happened to you. But that's it."

"That's it! I got the rock and I can let you know! I can tell you!" I waved the rock at them, "I can change it!"

"You can't," Sirius said.

"We shouldn't know any answers, we shouldn't feel happy or sad anymore, we shouldn't...see anyone again." James' tone was almost gentle, but he had the face of the dead. "No matter how much we want to."

"It's not fair!" My throat hurts like a tear, and the edge of my vision is glowing with white light.

"Never," Sirius said quietly, "but you have to do what you have to do."

"What if I don't want to do it?" I asked frantically. "What if I just want to be with you? As long as you miss me, I can bring you back! You can't say no to me!"

"Then why are you still here? Why do you need to sleep in this goddamn tent, get food from thieves, and be attacked at any time?" Sirius waved his arms and wandered around the tent angrily, "Why don't you hug Which village will you die with your stone? Because that’s not what you want! You’re never going to give up! You want us to help you make up your mind, to help you accomplish that, but we’ll never do that!”

He stopped abruptly in front of me again, looking like he would slap me if he could.

"We're only going to stop you, Harry, what do you think we died for?"

It took me a long time to get my voice back, and I could hardly think of any response, how could he think—how could—

"I don't want to die!" I yelled.

"None of us thought, that's why we're here!" Sirius said.

I stared at him, and Sirius' eyes no longer bore the traces of Azkaban they had in his life, it lost all the dullness and shadow, all the life.

"Listen to me, Harry." James put his hand on my shoulder, looking tired, but I wasn't sure whether to believe anything they were showing.Maybe it was all just put on for me to see, they were just dolls in the shape of James, Lily and Sirius, and Dumbledore had designed them to be what they would be when.After a few seconds of stalemate I still looked at him, I have sat in a dusty room all night staring at the mirror of Erised, I will not refuse the closest thing I can get to them.

"I'm not in a position to accuse you of abandoning your friends. See what my trust in my friends has brought you."

"I never thought—"

"You blame us for this, I know. There's no excuse, and if you wanted to know if I regretted it—" James closed his eyes, "—I'd say yes, I regret it very much. From his From the moment the door blew open and I realized Peter's betrayal, I regret every moment I can feel it."

"I started when I saw the consequences," Sirius snorted in a voice I was familiar with, "You always know how much I hate myself."

James glared at him and went on. "It took us away from you for no reason whatsoever. I could do anything to stop myself from trusting Peter, even if I had to stop being the guy who trusted friends above all else, even Choose to flee rather than fight Voldemort. As long as I can be by your side after this and watch you grow up. But sometimes we only have one chance."

"You were never supposed to die!"

"Yeah, but that's the risk. I became that James Potter, so I could always trust the wrong person, but I also got married to the cutest girl in the world, and got the best buddy in the world— —”

"—Oh you don't—" Sirius rolled his eyes violently.

"—Maybe I'd rather I didn't at the moment, but no one can predict the outcome, can't you? Before it actually comes, nothing can stop you from being the person you were meant to be, from going to it. But I have to say, That’s the joy of life.”

"James means," Lily said, walking up to James and leaning on his shoulder, "we won't accept what you're about to do, Harry, but that doesn't mean we're not proud of you."

"You've become such a brave and kind child," James said, wrapping his arms around her shoulders.

I looked at them and opened my mouth.

"Me too. I have always been proud of you, you are my role model, I..." I took a deep breath, "Call God to protect you!"

The silver stag leaped from the tip of my staff and ran lightly around the tent, saying all that I can't put into words.James, Sirius, and Lily stared at it, smiling as proudly as they had when they first appeared in front of me.

"Nice, Harry," Sirius said.

I smiled back and let go of the hand holding the stone.They were gone, leaving only the stag in place, exuding a similar warmth.