HP+ Miss Malfoy has green eyes

She was really thinking about something.

He couldn't believe it.

She never lied to him.

She never failed to do what she promised him.

She never played any tricks with him.

She had treated him differently from the very beginning.

She waved her wand again and again, but she kept talking.

As soon as he listened to even a sentence or two, as soon as he started trying to understand what she was saying, it was basically hard for him to continue with Occlumency.

She has been laying the groundwork for so long, hoping that he will break down emotionally.

"I thought," she said, "that I wanted the world to know that you were mine, and that anyone who tried to touch you, dared to touch you would think of me, and I wanted them to think of me and be terrified, I hope that I can be that person in their hearts who dare not even mention my name. I hope that when they think of me, they will push you away and subconsciously choose to retreat. I hope to put my mark on you. I hope that they will think of me when they see that mark. I—thinking of how beautiful I am, how much I love you, how much I am desired, how perfect I am, the kind of perfection that everyone wants to be... I hope they see me I'm so ashamed that I don't deserve to touch you, I hope no woman in the world dares to touch me, but..."

She tilted her head and laughed, "Come on, no one needs to please a dead person. After death, there is nothing, no happiness, no unhappy-I don't believe in heaven and hell, I don't believe Good people go to heaven and evil people go to hell. I am an atheist. I believe that when you die, you really have nothing. Therefore, Regulus, I only want you to live. I only want you to be happy."

"I just want you to live..." she said, "I will do anything for that, even if you don't care about me..."

He stood there with dazed eyes, waving his hands constantly, like a drowning man trying to grab a straw.

"Wouldn't it be nice to kill me?" she asked him. "You know I'll go crazy if you die, right?"

She said, "If you're dead, there's no one in this world who's entitled to live, Regulus, no one."

"The future without you is so terrible. I don't want that kind of future. Not at all. Others learn to be strong and brave from love, but I only learn to fear and fear of losing. When I think that I will face a future without you, I'd rather die than I'd live to-morrow when I think you'll belong to someone else."

She said softly, "Reculus, you are free."

"I love you," she said, "I love you so much that I lose my mind, I love you so much that I'm not like myself, brother, I love you so much that I wish you belonged to someone else."

"This is the last time," she said. "Regulus, I think this is the last spell I should use on you. It will make you forget what we did today."

She laughed a little cruelly, but you don't know who her behavior is more cruel to.

She smiled and pointed her wand at him again, "I don't want to lose you, you can't let me go, so I don't want you."

"Reculus," she repeated, "you are free."

The siblings have always been evenly matched, but that has always been based on the premise of fairness.

And this game was unfair from the beginning.

She used the Oblivion Curse on him many times in a row, and after many spells superimposed, he finally fainted to the ground, and she slid down from the wall, leaning against the wall and holding her chest, panting heavily.

She seems to have lost strength.

This long series of conversations between her and him was finally over.

Harry felt he still didn't know what she was doing.

She leaned against the wall and tried to calm her breathing, she clutched her chest and curled up, she said softly, "This really hurts..."

She said, "I almost thought I couldn't do it..."

She was shaking all the time, not knowing whether it was from emotion or pain.

She said softly, "Draco, I said you shouldn't come, and it hurts me even more when you're here."

And Draco said, "You know I'm stupid."

She took a deep breath, "Who doesn't?"

Then she looked at him, "But you know I never owe you anything, do you?" She said, "I share half of all your pain, so I try to make you happy. I saved your life— More than once," she looked at him, "I told you, don't like me, right? Even now, even if I'm dying, I'll let you know exactly what I'm doing and what you're doing What the hell is it, right?"

She had warned him, more than once.

They all warned him.

"That's none of your business," he said. "It's nobody's business who a man likes and does anything for that person. That's what he asks for."

She took a deep breath, "Yes, that's what she asked for."

She laughed.

He looked at her, "You know..." He stopped in the middle of speaking, "It's nothing."

She looked at him like she knew what he wanted to say, and she smiled like he thought of it when he first saw her.

Like a little fox.

"Listen," she leaned on the wall and stood up, "don't make trouble for me. I didn't ask you to come here, you came here by yourself, what you have to do, no matter how uncomfortable it is, you asked for it , don’t expect others to pity you, and don’t expect to get anything else.”

She said coldly, "Put away all the emotions in your heart, I still have things to do. I feel uncomfortable even if you are tired."

"Remember what I told you, take a deep breath, like Occlumency," she looked at him, "You know this has nothing to do with you, take a deep breath, tell yourself I have nothing to do with you."

She continued, "If you don't calm me down, I can only give you the Stunning Curse." She paused for a while, "You know I don't have the strength to modify your memory right now, you have to find someone else after this."

The flickering green in her eyes finally stopped and turned a dark gray, the same dark gray as Sirius.

She was now, black-haired, gray-eyed, with an unconscious arrogance when she smiled.

She is the daughter of Sirius.

There is no doubt about that.

Harry looked at her, not knowing what to say.

But Snape has already said stiffly, "You are as arrogant and self-righteous as your father! You always want to cause trouble for everyone! What do you think the Forgetting Curse can do? Do you think changing a person's memory is so simple ?He will soon remember that you died here, and you let him kill you with his own hands! You will drive him crazy!"

"Really?" She smiled and looked up at him, "The Dark Lord always said that I resemble him, and I thought I was more like him."

He loves her to death, because he thinks she is a female version of himself, completely himself.

She looks like a wife, but inside she is completely his. She is his ideal heir, the most perfect.

Yet we know that perfection does not exist.

"Don't look at me with those eyes of yours! Don't look at me with those damn eyes!" Snape snarled and turned his head away after only one look, "You know how much I hate your father! And it Now you are exactly like your father!"

She paused for a moment, looking at Harry, and she said, "Harry, you know what? I loved your eyes the first time I saw you..."

Snape turned his head and said, "Enough!"

She looked at him, and he was so confused that there was nothing to hide, and she said, "Professor, you know."

She fiddled with her black hair again. "Black hair, gray eyes? Like my father, and like Regulus, her Regulus?"

"Yes," said Dumbledore, "you look a lot like him."

But Dumbledore still didn't say who she was like.

She raised her eyebrows, "As long as it's not Merope, you can look like anyone."

She is so proud that she simply looks down on those who lie to themselves.

The truth is cruel, but even then, the cruel truth is better than a stupid lie.

She was getting paler and even vaguely transparent.

She threw their wands at Dumbledore.

"I reckon he'll want to see my wand then, if he finds out in the flashback that I've used so many Oblivion Charms on my wand..." She smiled. "I don't think that might be a good idea."

"Professor," she said, "Professor Dumbledore, help me with this."

"I made him believe that I killed my mother with the Avada and then committed suicide by inserting snake teeth into the heart."

She leaned against the wall, as if she had lost all her strength just by raising her hand.

"I really believe in myself," she said softly, "I'm pretty sure I could make him forget me if I could, complete and forever, but," she looked at them, "he showed you some of his memories, Yeah?"

No one answered her.

No answer is the default.

She smiled, "Everyone in the wizarding world will remind him that he has a twin sister, so if I completely delete myself, it will look weird-I made him believe that we are a pair of ordinary twins, which is very good, Probably like the Weasley twins, I convinced him I was a normal person...but."

She tried to stand up from the ground, but failed, "He still had some memories taken out and put aside, he put them in the box, and added several protective spells, Professor Dumbledore, Professor Snape, can you please Can you guys help me with this? Also, he has a habit of keeping a diary, he likes to draw pictures, I don't know where those are, the time is so short I haven't had time to look at his memory, basically I delete what I remember ...I'm sure he'll hide it, and also, that book in our house... burn it or hide it, it's useless anyway, and my recommendation is that you destroy them .”

She raised her hand and showed him the ring, "Professor, because I brought you a piece of Tom Riddle's soul and helped you solve the death curse on the resurrection stone."

She was still smiling, eyebrows and eyes curved.

"You know that the memory covered up by magic will come back one day." Dumbledore said softly. "He's smart, boy, you're all smart, and he'll realize there's something wrong with him."

"Do you think I'm more like your sister, or more like him?" She said suddenly, "Professor, in Regulus' eyes, do you think I'm your sister or him?"

Dumbledore seemed to have been hit by a loud slap in the face, he stepped back several steps in panic, and he called her in a low voice, "Vera..."

"Tell me," she looked at him, "Greenwald won't tell me, he won't tell me, and now even you won't tell me? Am I so poor that I don't even have the right to know the truth?" No more? The truth is so terrible that none of you will tell me!"

After a while, Dumbledore said, "Vera, I don't know." He was in great pain, "I don't know if I am loved, how can I know if you are loved?"

"He loves you." She said, "Professor, there are some things that the bystanders know, but the person involved doesn't. But let me tell you, Professor, he loves you."

"Are you sure?" Dumbledore asked her. "I never knew."

"Then just pretend I don't know," she raised her head, "Professor, it's almost 100 years... You still love him after almost 100 years, so what are you afraid of? How long can you live? Oh, that’s right, you have more time than me, I’m about to die, but you still have a few more years to live, and you can still wrestle with each other to force each other to admit defeat first and say you love you first.”

"But even if he never loved me, even if I'm just his sister forever," she said, "Professor, let me tell you, if he finds out that he killed me with his own hands, he'll go crazy and he'll live his whole life in He might even kill himself amidst the painful memories, Professor, I know him, and I believe you know that feeling." She even looked a little pleased, "Professor, I trust you, you won't make him want to got up."

"You think he's lying to you," she said, "but you know I never got a lie."

"You have at least two months," she looked at him, "and me, I don't even have 2 minutes!"

She looked at him, "Professor, do you know how jealous I am of you?"

She is so smart, she has prepared for a long time, and even the executor she chose for herself is the most suitable.

Dumbledore let out a breath.

"I must die, Dumbledore. I don't believe you can't see what I am. You've seen Tom Riddle in me, haven't you? It's amazing, blood is true. It's amazing. When I first went to that house..."

She smiled, "Dumbledore, didn't you really think I was very similar to him at that time? Use corresponding means to approach all kinds of people, Dumbledore, I even think I acted very deliberately, in such a short I've tried so many ways to get close to a group of them, you can tell I don't take anyone seriously, I got them all to like me, I just want to see your reaction."

She said, "You are smarter than them all, but you still have to be soft on me."

She smiled, "Greenwald did the same to me, and your brother did the same to me, but you know I'm not like Arianna at all. I just told your brother that my brother has not been so since he has a girl he likes." Cares about me, I told him it made me a little bit sad, we were close and nothing was hidden. I said my brother was going to die, but he didn't tell me anything, he knew it would make me sad to lose him but he just Refusing to stay with me. I didn't even shed tears! I just said these words with red eyes but since then he didn't defend me at all, and neither do you!"

She smiled desperately and cruelly.

"I didn't even know it was your sister at first, the painting was very old, and I thought it was his lover. After all, who would have thought that both of you brothers lived to be a hundred years old and she was a teenager Just die? So I told him that you must love her very much, and I asked if my brother loved that woman as much as you loved her, so he didn’t want me? I said, did he find someone better than me? Is there someone to confide in? I cried and said that there is still a difference between a younger sister and a lover. A younger sister is no better than a beautiful lover. However, he stepped into my trap just like this. He told me that it was your younger sister. He almost told me all the secrets of your three brothers and sisters! But let me tell you, your sister is definitely simpler than me. At least her love for your brother is more normal than my love for Regulus And I believe she loves you very much. She always wants you to be happy instead of watching him cry like I do, and she loves you and your brother the same from beginning to end."

Dumbledore said softly, "Son, I know, I know you said it to him on purpose but I believe what you said is true..."

Every word she said was extremely tormenting to the two brothers. When retelling it to him, Abuforth tugged at his collar and asked him, "Do you think Arianna thinks the same way? You think we Is Arianna suffering this way?! You don't deserve to be her brother!"

It had been a long time since Abeforth had cried like that, and neither of the brothers were married, because they could never forget the pale little body of their only little sister.

Arianna, who had always been timid, who had almost turned him into a Muggle hater, his only sister.Died at a young age, when she died, she was less than the age of the girl in front of her.

But Arianna died, and the kid died too.

He said, "You don't know how much Aberforth loves Arianna. The two of them are very close. Arianna has to rely on him to comfort her every time she is emotionally unstable. He is her favorite brother and I am not. She He's been in pain since he died, he hates me he thinks I didn't take good care of her he thinks I neglected her because of Greenwald, he hates me and I hate myself too! Because I don't know if I killed her with my own hands, My child, for so many years I can't be sure, I can't think back, I can't even look at my own memory! I can't look, I'm afraid I will find out that I killed her in the end! She is my sister! My only one Sister, I don't even dare to tell my brother that her death has nothing to do with me! Child, you shouldn't treat your brother like that...you let him wake up and find that he killed you with his own hands..."

He can't even shirk his hatred to others, he can only hate himself, he will not be able to bear it, he killed his sister, the sister who was intimate with him.

"You don't think I'm your sister," she said softly. "Your sister's favorite brother is Abeforth, not you. You think I'm Greenwald, don't you?"