HP+ Miss Malfoy has green eyes

"My wife and I are divorced." Regulus sat on the sofa, calm as if saying good morning.

"Why?" Draco said, "You don't love her anymore?"

Harry could hear the sarcasm in his tone.

And Regulus acted as if he didn't hear anything, he just said softly, "It's probably like that."

"So are you going to leave your daughter without a father or a mother?" Draco became more and more agitated, and Harry had to push him back on the chair, "Regulus, the letter you said before... ..."

Draco was really drunk, and he just let Harry pin him on the chair.

"I sent you a letter, I think I need to find a place to stay for a while, she and I need some space to be alone, and Rebecca's troubles have always been difficult for her mother to accept," Regule Si rubbed his temples, "My wife can't accept so many things..."

"How could she accept that!?" Draco screamed, "You're the Regulus everyone loves!"

Harry turned his head and poured him a glass of Flame whiskey, and he became much more honest after the glass of wine was down.

Harry also wanted to know the reason for Regulus' divorce, but he was afraid to ask.

He hadn't been drinking, so he was still a little sane, and he knew Vera made him forget about her.

So why is he getting divorced?

"Harry," Regulus stared at the glass in his hand, "can I have a drink too?"

He leaned back in the chair, resting his chin on one hand and holding his glass in the other.

He tilts his head to sip the wine in the glass, his fingers are so slender that you can't take your eyes off him, and the moment his lips touch the crystal glass will make you jealous of that glass.

Melancholic temperament, stunning appearance.His demeanor is that of Sirius, classical, elegant, with a touch of melancholy.

He is still handsome and enviable.

Whether it is Tom Riddle or Sirius, they are all handsome and enviable.

Harry even thought Tom Riddle would look better in terms of looks alone - if he didn't have that horrible smile.

As he got older, Regulus looked more and more like his grandfather.

No doubt it made him look more alluring, while also making him more dangerous to those in the know.

But his daughter... Harry couldn't help but think of Sirius' flying bike.

Sirius also has a flying motorcycle.

He couldn't help saying, "Rebecca is a lot like your dad."

"Really?" After four or five glasses of whiskey, he laughed lazily, "She is my most beloved child."

He drank too fast and too fast, the alcohol worked quickly in his body.

He whispered, "I could lose a few others, but Rebecca..."

He raised his head, there seemed to be a mist in his gray eyes, "She is my life."

"Enough," said Harry, snatching the cup from his hand. "You have four children, but I only see two now."

"How do you know I have four children?" Regulus tilted his head and looked at him. Harry had seen this behavior countless times before, but it wasn't on him. Rebecca, but Regulus' next words shattered Harry's illusion, "You know I didn't say how many children I have."

Nothing can be hidden from them.

"Draco," Harry said, "Draco just told me." He sold his own, his, uh, his nemesis without hesitation.

"He's always been like this," Regulus' gray eyes fixed on Draco for a while, "he always pays special attention to my love life."

He cared too much, and while Regulus was recuperating in the hospital, Draco would even go to St. Munger's and destroy all the condolence objects with female names and characteristics.

Rita even wrote a report for a while called, "The object that makes Master Platinum so obsessed is..."

Although in the end Draco yelled for three hours in Malfoy's study clutching the newspaper, and the next day the Prophet published a huge letter of apology, but the exciting content in it still remains in Harry's mind. Leigh's mind.

"...his cousin's dark hair and blue eyes fascinated him so much that we have to say he might have had a preference for a certain type of man, say someone he'd been entangled with for five years before that." A well-known gentleman in the wizarding world..."

He remembered how he and Draco had roared and studied how to crush the beetle when he saw this sentence.

But then the content of that report came to his mind again.

"...Whether it's that gentleman or the Platinum young master, they all seem to know that they are immersed in a dangerous relationship, but at the same time they are desperate. The pair of eyes that are comparable to the deepest green emerald seem to trap them for a lifetime. They The relationship between the three of them is so dangerous and beautiful, even the difference between the camps of the two sides cannot be changed..."

This passage...

"Harry," Regulus called him softly, "what are you thinking?"

"It's nothing." Harry said, but was immediately warned by Regulus' curled lips, and he said honestly, "You remind me of the rumor Rita wrote back then."

"That rumor?" He still supported his head, "If I replace me with my sister, the original source of that rumor can basically be found, right?"

No, instead of replacing you with your sister, your sister is added.

Regulus asked in a low voice, "Harry, I can't remember anything about her..."

"That's because you were greatly stimulated," Harry tried to pretend to be calm. "You know that Muggles have a word called PTSD. You were too stimulated by her death..."

And she and Dumbledore gave you countless revision memories.

"Really?" He smiled, "Really?"

He said softly, "You and Draco, you have such a good relationship."

What he'd said had come true now, but Harry could assure him that it never occurred to him to even kiss Draco.

Harry thought it was time to change the subject.

Regulus is too smart, and he can always make you tell the truth without knowing it.

Harry said, "Okay, let's go back to that letter, the one I didn't get."

He said, "Can you think of any reason?"

"I don't know," Regulus rubbed his head, "I'm a little tired, can I sleep for a while?"

Regulus had been back to America since graduating from Hogwarts, and he didn't even have a wedding when he got married.Draco snarled and told Harry that he had changed from married to unmarried on the Ministry of Magic login.

Draco couldn't help crying, he leaned on Harry's shoulder, "He promised her! He promised!"

Draco cried as if his lover married someone else, and he said, "Harry, he promised her..."

Harry was also married to Ginny at the time.

He said, "Draco, you know, he forgot, and she asked, she asked him to forget her..."

He and Draco were 22 at the time.

By then, however, she had been dead for six years.

What a distant past, they are already 40 years old in a blink of an eye.

Draco ended up getting married too when he was 25 years old.Same as Astoria.

The pure-blood family had arranged for him a marriage since he was a child, and Astoria was 24 years old at the time, not too young, he couldn't drag him down anymore.

His only son, Scorpius, is now the same age as Harry's youngest son, Albus.The two were very close, and it was the kind of brotherly closeness that could be seen at a glance, not the awkward intimacy between him and Harry now.

Suddenly Harry asked softly, "How old is Rebecca?"

"Sixteen," Regulus answered him. "She'll be seventeen in March."

She was a few months older than Sirius.But they look like a good match.

They were all tall, with dark hair.The difference is that Sirius has a pair of green eyes from Harry.

Sirius seemed to like her a lot, Harry could tell he had a different attitude.

Because he used to be like that.

The curse of their family did not appear on her.very nice.

"Do you miss her?" Regulus asked suddenly.

"Yeah." Harry replied.But then he said, "But what can I do? Sirius and Rebecca are older than her."

He went on, "As for Draco, don't mind it," he took a sip of his whiskey, "you know Draco likes her."

That's when he and Draco became close.

Lucius found Draco after he nearly destroyed St. Mungo's, and begged him to go to his house to see his only son.

Lucius said, "I know you like her too, don't you? I know, but you're fine now, at least better than Draco. Go see him and talk to him, okay?" He was like Being ten years older, he said, "Harry Potter, this is the only son I have, I can't live without him..."

He went and found the latter talking to himself holding a white cat less than two months old.He listened, and it was nothing more than, "Are you hungry? Are your nails a little long?" "Do you want to go out?" "The sun is very good today, let's have some salmon?"

The foreword does not match the afterword.

And Lucius said he never said a word except when he was with the white cat.

But when Harry walked by, Draco looked up at him and said, "Scarhead, why are you here?"

He was willing to talk to Harry, and Lucius breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this scene, he looked at Harry pleadingly, "Stay with him, please," he had never let Harry see himself so humble "Mr. Potter, please..."

Harry couldn't refuse a father like that.

He sat down on the sofa in Draco's bedroom.Draco was the spoiled child, and his bedroom was bigger than the Dursleys' living room.The whole room is decorated with silk gems and gold, resplendent and magnificent.

He was spoiled and raised, and there was nothing he couldn't get.

Just like her.

They couldn't accept that some things in this world didn't belong to them, and she was even more so than him.

Lucius closed the door and left the two of them alone.

Draco, however, looked at Harry and said, "She was just sitting there."

Harry couldn't help standing up.

He had mixed feelings, and Draco continued, "Scarhead," looking blankly at his room, "Scarhead, she's mad at me..."

Draco refused to let go of the white cat in his hand for a moment, he kept stroking its head and back, letting it grind its claws on his silk shirt and even his wrists - his wrists were stained with red marks, Yet he still refused to let it go.

He said, "Scarhead, she is in a bad mood again and won't talk to me." He looked at Harry in a daze, his gray eyes seemed to be misty, "How can I make her not angry? ?”

As if realizing that he was distracted, the cat in his arms pulled his hand in dissatisfaction and asked him to look at himself. It was too small, and it was not important to strike. The sharp nails drew blood on his wrist, but he As if he didn't feel anything, he let the wound bleed there.

She is not mad at you.

She's dead, Draco.

She was never mad at you.

You are not important to her at all.

"I have some memories of her," Harry finally said. "Let's take a look, shall we?"

It is said that the Malfoy family really wanted to modify his memory, but his resistance was terrifying. His Occlumency was so tight that no one could circumvent it.He even smashed the mirror once when he realized someone was trying to get into his mind and then slapped the shards on his chest and growled, saying that if anyone tried to touch his memory again he would carve her name into his heart superior.

It wasn't until Harry became a father himself that he really realized how terrible Draco's behavior was in the eyes of a father, especially when he was the only child in the family.

The two of them sat together thinking about her for a long time in the beginning, mainly looking at each other's memories.Of course, Lucius also contributed a lot of memories about her. Ironically, Draco liked her so much, but she always wanted to be Draco's sister.

However, the animalistic behavior similar to licking each other's wounds finally brought their relationship closer.

Harry now had to admit that his weird relationship with Draco was almost as important as his friendship with Ron in a sense.

After talking for a while, Regulus fell asleep on the sofa because he was drunk.

He looked a little haggard, not sure if it was because of the broken marriage.

His sleeping position was beautiful, but for some reason it always reminded Harry of Draco sleeping in a mess.

Harry would always sneak a little Dreamlings into Draco's tea back then, as Draco's parents begged him to—he hardly ever ate it since he found out his parents were trying to modify his memories Drank whatever they gave him.

But he simply couldn't fall asleep on his own.

They said that he hardly slept, and he was only with that cat all night and all night, and he would accompany her to do whatever the cat wanted and would never violate it.But the cat sleeps all day long while he stays awake during the day.

Even a wizard will die if he doesn't sleep.

So Draco would do the same back then, falling asleep suddenly while talking to Harry.

Whether it's on a chair, on a couch, or even once on the steps.

But no matter where it was, Harry had to carefully take the spoiled white cat out of his arms, and then put a blanket on him.

Just like he's doing now - he puts a blanket over each of them.

They were all asleep, and Harry suddenly wanted to see Rebecca.

He went out of the room just in time to hear a roar of laughter, "Odell!" the boys cried, "you lost even?"

He looked down from upstairs, and just in time saw Rebecca occupying the entire couch, while the boy opposite her who was playing chess with her half-kneeled on the ground.

She crossed her legs because she had won, and leaned back very relaxed, her eyes meeting Harry's when she looked up.

Her and his faces were upside down, he didn't look back for a while, and she kept looking up at him.

Sirius followed her gaze up. "Daddy," he called, "what are you doing?"

Harry came back to his senses, "It's okay," he shook his head and walked down the steps, "Did Rebecca win?"

Rebecca smiled and leaned casually on the sofa. Her black hair slanted from her shoulders back to her cheeks. She tilted her face slightly, with a little pride and a lazy smile, "Yes."

She lifted a lock of hair, "Only my dad can beat me."

Sirius said, "Your father is so good?"

"Well, my dad is probably the most perfect man in the world," she nodded and said, "Sometimes I think, if I can find a man like my dad, I will marry him."

Harry's heart skipped a beat. "What's a man like your dad?" he asked.

"En..." She paused for a while, "Same handsome, same smart, same love for me?" She tilted her head, "I don't know, but I think the best man in the world is just like my father," she supported Chin, "Mr. Potter, didn't many girls like my dad when he was young?"

Harry couldn't help laughing, "Don't girls like him now?"

She tilted her head, her black hair had the sheen of quicksilver, "Yes," she said, "always had." She sighed, "sometimes that upsets my mother, but," she laughed, "I Dad's not that kind of guy."

Harry wondered if she knew that his parents were planning to divorce.

She stood up, "None of you can beat me," she was a little aggrieved, "Let's change the game, I don't like to always win."

"Yes," Sirius followed her words, "Odell has lost." He sat on the ground with his chin propped up, "he is the best chess player among us."

Harry looked at the boy named Odell, he seemed to be very emotional, even his fingers were trembling slightly.

Rebecca leaned forward to talk to him interestingly, "Your name is Odell?"

This pose is exactly the same as Vera.

She smiled, "You are really good, few people can play with me for so long."

It's a lot like what Vera would say...

No, no, no... Harry told himself, she wasn't Vera!

She is Rebecca.

He took a deep breath, Rebecca.

However, Odell didn't make a sound, just nodded lightly, he is a boy with an ordinary face, and he has a very good relationship with Sirius.

But he wasn't usually like that, Harry thought.

All of Sirius' friends are lively teenagers who love sports like him.They were rowdy, sometimes even giving Harry the urge to throw his own son out of the house.

It seems that Rebecca's existence is still too oppressive for them.

Rebecca laughed and helped Odell tidy up the collar of his shirt, which was scattered for some reason. She said, "Okay."

Then she straightened up, "I'll go and see my sister, you guys can play for a while."

She went up the steps without looking back, but it was obvious the boys couldn't help noticing her.

Sirius said, "What do you usually play at home?" She looked over at him from the steps and thought for a moment, "Can you play poker?