HP the Lady Behind the Dark Lord

andrew guderian black pov

Here is a crime for which there is no complaint, here is a sorrow for which tears are not enough to symbolize, here is a failure so great that it can bring down all our successes. - "The Grapes of Wrath"

After finishing the last class of today's Defense Against the Dark Arts, I rubbed my forehead tiredly. Recently, the farce has been one after another, with various attacks one after another, and those brave little Gryffindors seem to be stunned by Carol and Marco Stimulated, the general clamored to find the murderer, and Ameya Haws was their leader. I heard that she organized and established a loose and immature organization called the Order of the Phoenix to serve this goal.They clearly know that only Hagrid is the most suspected, maybe to protect the reputation of their house, they want to shift their attention to us Slytherins. Of course, the man of Slytherin, Tom Riddle, is no exception. It was severely suspected, so in response to their doubts, all students above the fourth grade took action, including me and my little prince Jesse.

After the break, I woke up Jesse, who was lying on the table after class and was in love with the sleepy god, and took the young master who had just woken up and walked to the Slytherin common room. Unexpectedly, we bumped into big event happened.All the people gathered inside, according to their status, surrounded the same clan with their heads down in the middle—Lucretia Black, I’ve seen her several times in the clan but I’m not familiar with it, and a large part of the crowd surrounded her My eyes pierced her body like a sword of wind and frost. Standing on the periphery, I couldn't hide my curiosity on the one hand and was full of nausea and discomfort that involuntarily surged up.

In this scene, a faint image emerged in my mind, screaming, begging for mercy, blood splashing in the air... Under Jesse's sensitive tugging on my sleeve, I shook my head in confusion and weakness After opening the memory fragment in my mind, I smiled to appease his worries, and then turned my attention to the crowd, and the first thing I noticed was Tom and Stella sitting in the innermost.

"Tom... It seems that everyone believes it~" In the low-key and exquisite lounge, Stella lazily rested her chin on the silver-green sofa, and gently stroked the hair of the black-haired boy on her lap with her other hand, showing irony He said to Lucretia with a smile, "Of course, there are still some stubborn guys who are struggling~" "Hmm..." Tom on Stella's lap let out a low hum, his eyelids drooping lazily to cover his always sharp eyes The black pupils made his demeanor look a little milder.He seemed to be enjoying the girl's movements, and seemed to be thinking about something. Then Tom raised his eyes to look at the girl, and suddenly chuckled. "What's the matter? Tom." Stella looked down suspiciously. Even though the boy's lazy but still graceful posture flashed obsession in her eyes, she raised the corners of her lips, and then frowned delicately as if thinking of something . "No, it's nothing." Tom looked away calmly and stared at Lucretia thoughtfully. Looking at that gaze, I felt like a snake looking at the faint green light of its prey before preying. Uneasy, it seems that Tom is about to make a move, I secretly told myself, maybe it was just my hallucination, but my intuition screamed in my mind to warn myself, don't stop this person, Jesse and I are by no means his opponents, it is best The farther away from him the better, I silently pulled Jesse back.

"Although the plan has almost been successful, there are still some Gryffindors who are making trouble... It's troublesome, so Tom, do you think..." Stella took her attention away from Lucretia for a while, and she hesitated. Head to ask Tom this question. "No, it's not a problem!" Tom propped himself up from Stella's lap and sat up straight, his legs neatly stepped off the sofa and put them on the ground, his eyes were full of condescending pity and rejection of Gryffindor, contemptuous and indifferent replied Stella, "They will never find any substantive evidence. After all, Myrtle will never remember why she died under the powerful forgetting spell. What else can they do? But they can only bark like a weak dog. Just yelling in front of us." It's rare for Tom to say such a long word, and Stella looked at Tom beside her as if she was listening to her god preaching, which made me tremble inexplicably, and then she paused After a pause, he said with some dissatisfaction: "But those good Gryffindors are not so easy to get rid of, especially that Ameya Haws, she is not as witty as Ursula, she is obviously a member of the same clan." "Heh~" Tom said With a deep sneer, he turned his attention back to Lucretia.

At this time, I hurriedly looked away, feeling that Tom and the others were going to make a big deal. Even though I probably heard that there was an underground organization headed by him in Slytherin, it had nothing to do with us anyway. We had already decided to go to France after graduation. We probably will never see each other again.And Jesse looked at the crowd curiously and casually beside me. He had just woken up from a doze, and he still couldn't figure out what happened. I rubbed his head lovingly.

When I raised my head and changed the angle, I saw Sylvia Avery holding up a book, her beautiful face twisted slightly ferociously under the veil of anger, and an abnormal thin blush appeared on her pale cheeks. Anger made her lips open and close, but she didn't know what to say.Sylvia's slender fingers twisted tremblingly around the parchment on the book, as if trying to dig a hole in it, or as if trying to throw it directly at Lucretia's face, I'm sure if It wasn't her shaky upbringing and decorum that bound her behavior, she definitely would, and I'll bet you a Galleon that this book must have been her first discovery.I stretched my neck in amazement and glanced at the cover of the book, and for a moment I saw the name——"On the Extinction of Pure Blood—A Delightful Phenomenon", I suddenly realized, and then looked at the book with some hatred Lucretia with a livid face, you... oh, you're torturing yourself, cousin, I can't help you anymore, no matter what she says, no one will believe her now.

And the people around are looking at her secretly, whispering to their friends, but their voices can be heard even from here, like "oh... Merlin... this is a shame for pure blood..." Ah, "Merlin, I didn't expect her to be the same as Weasley and the others... I don't know if she was infected with the disease of pure-blooded scum..." "What a joke... How could we Slytherins have a relationship with Gryffindors?" What kind of friendship... We have not been with them since 1000 years ago..." or something like that.After listening to a few words, I couldn't help but turn my ears away. People who deviate from their class really have to be vicious and violent. Thinking of my own experience, I smiled bitterly. It seems that this is the tradition of the Black family. ?

"This... this is... Ameya's book, I... I haven't read it yet, you... can you let me return it to her?" Lucretia finally couldn't hold on under the cold and refusing eyes of others, I whispered to Sylvia, eyes full of confusion, embarrassment and fear, I sighed, sure enough, the 15-year-old girl couldn't hold on in the cold and isolated. "Miss Black, I think it's better to read less books that provoke wars, after all...Miss Black, a Miss Black like you." Stella walked to Sylvia's side and comforted her friend's back, While helping her, she said, subtly accentuating her surname, but her face was calm, "And your Gryffindor girlfriend... let's spend as little time as possible... ...After all, she is Dumbledore's person through and through... You should know what Haws will do to achieve the goal..." Stella paused, as if she was thinking about Lucretia, but her voice was full of They are all hints of guns and sticks.Lucretia was silent for a while, I knew she was pushed to the limit by this mocking Stella, Lucretia must be fighting fiercely in her heart, her slightly trembling muscles and twitching corners of her mouth let me know that she was about to explode , the pain of loss and torn belief will make her either choose to betray completely or follow completely, there is no third choice, this is us Black.

Lucretia seemed to be struggling a bit, "Miss Vela...I understand what you mean...but..." "What? Miss Black." Stella laughed, her head raised and her eyes drooping, in a state of utter arrogance, Her attitude told Lucretia that although she said so, Stella obviously didn't want to hear the other party's words anymore. "It's nothing...Miss Vela...no...but - Slytherins and Gryffindors are - really impossible? Tell me..." Lucretia's pent-up pain finally broke out, she sobbed , her voice hoarse as if her throat was pinched, all these tell us her resistance to losing this friendship, she almost completely collapsed, Lucretia slowly knelt down on the ground, letting the tears flow across face. "You seem to be joking? Miss Black, if I'm not mistaken, this Miss Haws isn't even a real pureblood?" Stella glanced at Lucretia with indifferent eyes, she was impatient to hear Lucretia As he said, his smile became colder and colder, "But let me be blunt, if you don't want to give up on your friend Miss Ameya Haws...then, please make preparations for the future, don't blame me for not reminding you." Lucretia whispered Sobbing, but she obviously hesitated a lot, her hands subconsciously hugged her knees tightly, I twitched the corners of my mouth, yes, this girl is as sensible as me, it seems that she will not choose to betray.

"Really..." "Don't make me say it again, Miss Black!" Lucretia wanted to say something to save her friendship, but Stella was obviously impatient, and immediately interrupted her with a threatening dissatisfaction on her face "Although I don't know what kind of charm that Gryffindor has that attracts you so much that you would rather be isolated by Slytherin than give up, but I have to ask you an important point-you have the consciousness to give up for this person Ameya Haws Is it your family, or even your parents?" Lucretia immediately turned pale after these words, she covered her mouth and wept silently, as if she was mourning for the rare friendship she was about to lose, but she was still weak But firmly replied: "I see..."

"Of course we can't be with those idiots, unless you'd rather be muscular than brainy. I think, Ms. Black, you are also a sensible person. In the future, it's best not to have such a thing happen again. Please don't disappoint Black Sir's expectations of you." The cold and proud female voice seconded after Stella finished speaking, and it was Teresa Rowle who stabbed Lucretia a few words lukewarmly, then turned her head to look at her fiancé Maxwell, leaving only the last sentence It pierced into Lucretia's heart like an invisible dagger "Of course, if there is any more." Hearing that Lucretia's thin body shook suddenly, she was almost out of breath in panic, I don't know what she was thinking, But she really couldn't hold on to this friendship anymore, she could only murmur intermittently: "I...I didn't want to...but...but...I'm sorry...I'm sorry...I understand..." She said There is a deep bitterness in it, I know that another Black tribe who has experienced the pain of loss has appeared, I feel a burst of gloating and a burst of sadness in my heart, I can’t give up either of the two, that’s not tenderness, it’s just weakness , do you understand the mood, Lucretia Black?The so-called "Pride of Black"...was watered with the blood of my heart...

"It's really great that you can understand this truth." Sylvia calmed down, put down the book in her hand and said to Lucretia kindly, completely different from the previous image of the man-eating evil ghost. "Get up, Lucretia, it's cool on the ground." At some point, Tom stood up from the sofa and walked in front of her. There was a faint seductive light in his eyes, reflecting the shadow of the girl on the ground like a moon in the water. He turned to Lucretia. Xia stretched out her white but powerful hand, "Pure blood is born noble, don't fall easily, don't give others a chance to despise you, even Ameya would not be willing to cause you such a big trouble, wouldn't she? My girl... ..." Lucretia stared at Tom, who seemed to be shining brightly, and stretched out her hand ignorantly, as if she wanted to hand over her own destiny completely. I thought to myself, this silly boy! "Then dear Miss Black, I ask you, are you willing to follow me and participate in witnessing my hegemony? This is much better than a friend who brings you danger. Your family and your parents will all be there for you Contribute and cheer, are you willing to pay for their admiring smiles?" "Yes, mylord." Lucretia seemed to have found the meaning and direction of life, and her whole body seemed to be sublimated from the heartbreak. "Good girl! Go to Ms. Ameya Haws to explain and apologize. I believe you can 'fix' that Miss Phoenix. You won't let me down, right?" Tom's eyes were full of trust, and Lucretia seemed to forget It was her friend ten minutes ago, and she adored his instruction.

Watching how Tom bewitched girls, I had to admire his charisma and language skills. Sure enough, I shouldn't be here to watch their jokes.Joining in the fun will kill people, the ancients do not deceive me, I dragged Jesse carefully out of the common room, let's go to the auditorium for dinner.

After a few days, Jesse and I attended class, finished school, and did homework together... and everything was calm, nothing happened at Hogwarts, and I began to forget what happened in the common room at that time, just like Lucretia's loss of voice Weeping and world collapse have never happened before.However, Merlin never forgets things, and he always adheres to the rule of cause and effect, and strives to add a touch of bright red color to this already magnificent world.

Just after December, the surface of the Black Lake has been frozen by solid ice, but the grayish white ice surface has been dyed a bright red color this day.When I was about to go to the first class in the morning, I heard a lot of Slytherins and Gryffindors chattering outside the classroom door: "You know what? The latest news, this time it seems to be Black, listen It’s different from the other Blakes, the one with a good heart is often punished for making friends with a Gryffindor. And ah, this time they were attacked together during a private meeting, that Gryffindor Fendor seems to have fallen into the Black Lake and drowned this time, while Black was dragged to the edge of the Forbidden Forest with bites all over his body, and he is still lying in the medical room without waking up..." Aerys of Slytherin Selwyn said so reservedly.And the girls who didn't know Gryffindor chatted happily, "I really don't know what the murderer thinks, but it shouldn't be Slytherin, isn't it that they only reject hemp?" "That's right. ...But you know, Slytherin is like that... Oh, let's not talk about that, have you heard of Tom Riddle..." It seems that when girls talk about Slytherin, they always end up talking about Slytherin The handsome Mr. Perfect, who is both good in character and academics, ends with the excellent prefect Tom Riddle.

I stopped listening after hearing this, I already know everything, Black-style madness...you really dare to do anything, Lucretia...you really are a typical Black...as Black I know what to say and what not to say, and now I'm starting to feel sorry for poor Hagrid!