HP+ Miss Malfoy has green eyes

Hearing her voice again was truly ephemeral.

"Rebecca, Anna, Elliott, and Victoria," her brother replied softly.

They did not see her face.

However, she stood up suddenly and took a few steps towards Harry and the others, and you could see her long white dress with a long, long tail.

Harry and Draco saw her face to face.

Her eyes saw them and didn't see them, but Harry felt his heart pounding.

She twirled, as Rebecca did, and the hem of her skirt flew up, nearly hitting her brother in the face.

But because the skirt was extremely long, after she stopped, it was all wrapped around her legs.

She stopped after she finished spinning, and tilting her head, she said, "This dress is beautiful, isn't it?"

As she spoke, she pushed aside the skirts so that they could be smoothly attached to the ground.

The same green eyes as before, long blond hair, a black pearl earring on her left ear, and a silver snake-shaped bracelet on her slender wrist. She is still very beautiful, as if she should not exist in this world.

She really doesn't exist anymore.

She was still the same at that time, the same as when she was 15 years old, Draco couldn't help covering his mouth, she hadn't changed at all.

But how else could she change?

She is 15 years old forever.

Every time he thinks about it, it feels like a lifetime away.

Regulus said, "I remember you saying you liked the style."

"Reculus," she said softly, "you know I'm dead, don't you?"

"Yes." He said softly, "Sister, I dreamed of you for the first time in 25 years, but even in the dream, are you going to be so cruel to me? You remind me every few words."

"No," she said, "Regulus, I don't need to remind you that you know I'm dead. I'm just a figment of your imagination. I don't exist at all. Otherwise, how could I not be angry? You use my Name names for your children."

Rebecca, Anna, Eliot, Victoria.

Not in the right order, but if you recombine their leading letters, you'll spell a word.

Vera.

Vera.

He said, "I only took the first three names." He paused, "Victoria's name was given to her by Rebecca."

"You have three daughters," she said, "which one do you like best?"

He said, "Rebecca, the biggest one."

"Why?" She tilted her head, "Does she look like me?"

"In looks? No," he said. "Anna looks like you the most."

"Then why do you like Rebecca best?" she asked him.

He paused for a while, then suddenly said softly, "Her personality is most like you."

He said, "When she was young, when she was very young, she always told me that she would marry me when she grew up."

He smiled, "You said that too when you were a child."

"I said that until the end," she pouted, "you put a ring on me, don't you remember?"

She was 15 then, but he is 40 now.

For him it was childhood.

For her it was the last.

She waved her hand, and the Gaunt family's resurrection stone ring appeared on her finger, which was worn on her thumb as it was at that time. She looked at her finger and smiled with satisfaction, "The other children didn't say that ever?"

"Anna and Victoria said it, they both said it. But," he said, "V, I only wanted Rebecca."

He said, "V, you're not in Rebecca's name."

"But she made it up for you, she gave your youngest daughter my name," she said, "she thinks of things a lot like you, isn't that why you like her best?"

"I don't know," he said softly, "V, I really don't know."

She laughed, sat back beside him, put her arms around him, "Do you love your wife?"

"She loved me so much that she almost killed herself..."

"Like me?" she asked him in a low voice.Then he smiled again, "If I didn't die, would you treat me like this?"

He didn't speak, just bit his lip, looked at her very gently and smiled.

After a while, he said, "Sister, she may indeed remind me of you."

"Don't call me sister." She looked at him seriously, "I'm dead, you know I won't come out to ask you to love me, dead people can't do this kind of thing."

……

She looked at him, "If I don't die, will what you promised me back then come true?"

Still passed for a while.

"If you don't die," he looked at her, "I can give you anything."

"You are a liar." She looked at him seriously, "Don't think I don't know, even if I live, you won't give it to me. You won't, now you think you will just because I'm dead and you have guilt."

"But I'm dead, even if you lied to me, I won't be mad or angry." She said, "If you don't give me what I want when I'm alive, then when I die , even if you put your wand in my coffin, even if you lie in my coffin, I don't really own you."

Sighing, she sat beside him and put her arms around him, "So you married her because I died, so you can't see anyone anymore because you died?"

"They said it would grow into a tree," he whispered. "I remember you liked to climb up a tree and stay there."

She would know everything about other people but no one would have thought she would.

She likes that feeling.

They all like it.

She stopped talking.He whispered, "I still remember a little bit at that time. When I woke up, Dumbledore said something wrong, so I remembered it quickly..."

Although Professor Dumbledore revised his memory again later, but that time was very thorough.

But enough for him to swap the wand in her coffin for his own.

Although it was quickly discovered by Dumbledore.

But it was hers after all.Even Dumbledore couldn't manage to get their wands back.Even Dumbledore could only yeq just let him think that it was his one all along.

He had used his wand for less than a year.

He has used her wand for 25 years.

"V, I can't watch her kill myself, anyway, I don't know how to love others, so it doesn't matter if I marry anyone, then at least she can live if I marry her..." he finally said.

"She almost killed herself to marry you, how could she threaten you for the sake of her child?"

"It was my fault," he said. "I shouldn't have married her."

"She wanted to kill Rebecca," she reminded him. "She wanted to kill her own daughter."

"She just doesn't like Rebecca..."

"I don't like Rebecca either," she said. "I'd strangle her, but that's because she's your daughter. No matter who her mother is, I won't let her go if her father is you." But why did your wife want to kill her daughter? Do you want to kill Rebecca too?"

"You know, no normal mother would want to kill her child," she said.

"Yeah, but there's a reason for that," he said softly. "I know it's postpartum depression, and I know I'm focusing too much on Rebecca..."

"So you gave her another child."

"What did you say? Re," she stared at him, "nothing that other people do to you can be an excuse for you to do bad things."

There was a long silence.

She said, "She threatened you to kill Rebecca in order to get Anna."

"Yes," he said softly, "sister, she needs other children."

"Do you need it?"

He didn't speak.

"Your wife is dangerous," she said softly. "Do you remember what mother said? Even though it wasn't our mother, and even though I didn't like her, she was right in some things. People who demand too much are not worthy of it." The desire to be fulfilled, because she will wantonly hurt you in order to satisfy her own wish..." She stopped, and she said, "Re, you know that I am self-willed, but my self-will has a limit, if you don't want to give it to me, then I don't want it, you don't want to be with me, then I forget it. You know that I am not like her, I am much better than her, and you know that no one is better than me. "

"It's not a big deal to want to kill Rebecca, if I lived, I would want to kill Rebecca too." She looked at him, "But she's different, she's Rebecca's mother, I can hate Your daughter, but she can't and shouldn't. She can't hate her child because she wants Rebecca, not you."

None of them spoke.

After a while, she said, "Why are you rejecting her now? Although it's never too late to face such a person, why are you rejecting her now?"

"When I got to the fourth name, I suddenly got scared," he whispered.

He took her hand and put it on his heart, "Sister, Victoria was born with dystocia, her mother almost died, she was still bloody when she came to my arms, her mother almost died died, but at that time I looked at her, and I thought, why do I have so many children? I obviously feel that I can never have children for the rest of my life."

"It's horrible sister, that's horrible, your wife almost died for you and her baby and you're not sad at all, you're having your own fourth baby and you're not happy at all, you're just confused and inexpressible Despair, that's not normal, sister, very abnormal."

He said, "That's when I started to be afraid. I always felt that I would not have children, but why did I have so many at that time? Why did I have children? I obviously didn't want any children except Rebecca. , to be exact, I didn't even want Rebecca in the first place..."

"So you asked Rebecca to name your youngest daughter."

"Yes." He whispered, "Sister, I don't know why I became a father."

"But you didn't expect her to call her Victoria." His sister ignored him, and just leaned her head back on his shoulder talking to herself.

"Yes." He said softly, "V, she completed your name."

"I like her, I like Rebecca," she said softly, "and she's Re too."

After a while, she said, "Does she look like me and look like you? Re, isn't she?"

He hugged her and didn't speak for a long time.

"Her mother doesn't like her," she whispered. She was only 15 years old, but her voice was much more mature than that of Anna, who was her age. "But I like her, or we can say her mother Not liking her makes us both like her more, doesn't it?"

She continued, "If her mother likes her, then she is her mother's responsibility, but that woman doesn't love her daughter, so she becomes your responsibility, you have to love her, she really deserves to be loved."

"But anyway, Re, you like Rebecca because her mother doesn't like her."

"You..." He paused for a while, "Sister, I don't know if you think so or I think so."

"Her mother wants to kill her." He whispered, "Sister, I can't leave her to her mother..."

"If her mother likes her then you don't have to like her," she said. "A child has to have love, whether it's from both parents or just one, and she has to have love."

She buried her head in his chest, "Her mother doesn't love her, so you can't stop loving her. The less her mother doesn't love her, the more you have to love her. You have to give her enough love, enough to make her not need her." Mother's. Anna has her mother's, so you don't have to love Anna, but Rebecca doesn't have a mother who can love her."

"Victoria likes Rebecca, but her mother hates Rebecca the most, so she doesn't like her mother, so you not only have to like Rebecca, you have to like Victoria, Re, you obviously don't like children, but You are their father, and your sense of duty compels you to like them, and your sense of duty succeeds."

"Your children will die without you, so you have to take care of them, you have to love them."

She leaned into his arms and smiled lazily, as if she knew everything but was too lazy to do it.

"Re, look, I almost got you. You know I can rely on your sense of responsibility to make you mine, forcing you to use your own morals to destroy yours..."

He held her tighter.

She continued, "It's just that I don't want to. I'm so proud that I don't want to pretend to be pitiful."

She laughed, "I'm different, Re, you think I can want to kill Rebecca, but you can't allow her to want to kill Rebecca, because she is Rebecca's mother, I can do it out of jealousy Want to kill anyone, but she can't want to kill her own daughter out of jealousy and paranoia."

"Yes." He lowered his eyes, "A mother can't want to kill her child, she can dislike her child. But she can't want to kill her child. Parents can't think like this, if she doesn't love Rebecca then Don't give birth to her, but she refuses to love her when she wants to give birth to Rebecca, sister, I can't accept this."

"She wants to use Rebecca to keep you," she whispered. "She's so stupid. If it were me, I would have killed Rebecca in the first place."

"She can't keep you with Rebecca, because Rebecca will take you from her." She continued, "She shouldn't have had Rebecca, she made an enemy for herself, and for no reason Let her personally destroy the enemies. Because, you, my brother, are the most moral person in the world. Stupid, meaningless, morality that will only make yourself miserable."

She pushed him away, stood up, and refused to look at him.