HP+ Miss Malfoy has green eyes

She got up from his arms, stood up and laughed, "Re, braid my hair."

As he watched her, her hair on either side of her cheeks was suddenly laced with green ribbons and formed into two braids, winding behind her and tangling with the rest of her hair in a twist and a tuft. White roses bloomed in her ears.

She whispered, "Re, look, you can't tell Rebecca from me."

"I know you don't like to wear your hair up, and I know it hurts your scalp if your hair is tied together," he said, "but sister, you need your hair to be tied up in this suit."

But she shook her head, "Re, you can't tell me from her."

She looked at him. "You know I don't use ribbons because I think it's too childish."

He covered his chest.

She shook her head, "It's okay, she makes you happy."

She looked at him, "I hope you are happy."

After a while, her hair changed again, and a hair rope full of gems and silver leaves was braided again, half-tucking her long golden hair on the side of her face.

"What about this time?" He asked in a low voice, "How about this?"

She laughed, "Yeah."

He said, "No one is more important than you... I just forgot, I really just forgot, no one is more important than you, never, never was, not now, never will be, V, no one more important than you..."

"Rebecca." She whispered the name softly.

He seemed to have something stuck in his throat.

And she looked at him for a moment.

After a while.He said, "Are you leaving?"

"There can only be one of you between Rebecca and me," she whispered, "and you know I'm dead long ago."

The living are more worthy of love than the dead.

Because there is always hope.

You can expect the other person to love you as much as you love him.

"I really hate her." She looked at him, "but I hate her because you like her. How can you like her? The person you like most is me. You can't have others, you can only There is me."

"But it's a good thing your favorite daughter isn't Anna, you know I'd go crazy if I saw her face, you know I'd probably scratch her face. But really, Rebecca seems to me to be That's enough arrogance, if I'm still alive, I really want to meet her, I want to know who can live between me and her."

She looked at him and smiled, "Will you be on her side or mine?"

He laughed, "Sister, you're talking about strange things again," he said in a strange tone, so strange that you couldn't tell whether he was sad or relieved, "You know you and her just There's going to be someone, and you know if you're alive there won't be her."

She smiled with satisfaction, "Yes, if I were still alive, these little girls would never have existed from the beginning."

"You have to let me go. You have read from when I was to 15 years old, from the first memory you have about me to your last memory about me. You have no more. And Rebecca still She's very tall, you go and stay with her. Although you know I can't like her. But," she said softly, "Re, you should go. Besides, we have guests."

Without even looking back at them, Regulus said, "Sing me a song, sister, I want to hear you sing."

"Sing what?" she asked him.

"You are my illusion," he whispered. "Sister, you always say that you are a fantasy in my heart. If that's the case, you know what I want to hear, don't you?"

She laughed, "But if I talk like this, it will make you feel like I'm alive even more."

"Look, Regulus, how contradictory you are. You know that I am dead, but at the same time you want me to live. However, on top of that, you have to tell yourself in my own voice countless times, tell yourself that I am dead. Dead. Regulus, you care about your child, you care about Rebecca, you want to stay with me, and at the same time you want to go back to see her."

She shook her head, "You know I'm the most domineering. If a person says he likes me, then he can only like me. If he still likes others, then I don't want him."

"You don't want me?" he asked her. "Because I like someone else? Because my favorite person is not just you?"

"Yes," he continued to smile, asking himself and answering, "I didn't want you first. I made a mistake first."

"I know you don't want me, I want you not to want me..." He whispered, "Sister, but I didn't expect you to take revenge on me in that way."

"Sister, I know you never like to torture people, just like Rebecca, she never tortures people. I know you do it because you have to, you have to let me kill you with my own hands, don't you want to use Punish me that way," he said, "but I'd rather you..."

"You're talking about Rebecca again." She looked at him. "You really love her."

"It won't surpass you." He said softly, "V, you are the most important."

She smiled happily, "I know, I've always known."

"Re, you should go, what should I sing for you?"

She thought for a moment and said, "How about the lullaby that Rebecca sang to Victoria? You sang it to her too."

She tilted her head and smiled playfully, "You know I shouldn't know how to sing that song."

"I died before that song was written," she said.

"Hush, little baby, don't tsaya word."

She sang softly, and walked briskly into the lake.

The deep emerald-colored lake was like a huge piece of green emerald, unable to make any waves under her feet.

Harry and Draco had never heard her sing.

But she has a nice voice.

"Papa's gonna buy you amockingbird

Andifthatmockingbirdwon'tsing,Papa'sgonnabuyyouadiamondring

Andifthatdiamondringturnsbrass,Papa'sgonnabuyyoulookingglass

Andif that looking glass gets broken..."

The hem of her white dress spreads all over the lake, at least twelve yards, and you finally realize she's wearing a wedding dress.

She suddenly stopped singing and turned her head.

"Reculus," she said softly, "you can't do this to me."

She suddenly ran over and grabbed his hand and bit down on his wrist, "You can't do this to me!!!"

"Don't forget me again," she said, "You mustn't forget me again!"

"No," he said, "V, I will never again..."

"Did I hurt you?" she asked him, "but you have to remember that it hurts..."

"No," he said, "never."

She lowered her head and kissed his wrist, right on her own tooth marks, "Isn't this better?"

He just looked at her, just smiled.

"I would trade my life for your survival," she said softly, "but you are going to kill yourself."

"You can't do this to me," she said, "You can't do this to me."

"I'll be right back," he whispered, "V, I'll wake up when you finish singing this song."

"You promised me, Re."

He nodded slightly.

"I'll sing you a lullaby to wake you up."

She laughed. "It's fun, isn't it?"

She finally said, "Re, you know I'm actually black, and you, like Rebecca, are black."

Harry was sure she was just Regulus' hallucination, because she had gray eyes too, the same gray eyes as nearly all his children.

But Regulus didn't know—he had already lost consciousness when she turned gray-eyed.

Her hair turned pure black in an instant.

She nodded and continued singing.

"Papa's gonna buy youabillygoat

Andifthatbillygoatwon'tpull,Papa'sgonnabuyyouacartandbull

Andifthatcartandbullturnover,Papa'sgonnabuyyouadognomedRover

......"

She went farther and farther, and never looked back.

Her appearance became more and more blurred, and her voice became softer and softer.

Finally, it merged with the thick white mist and disappeared.

She disappeared into the thick white mist, never to be seen again.

Regulus looked at her receding shadow and whispered, "You haven't finished your song, V."

No one answered him.

It's time to wake up from this dream.

He remembered that this was not the first time he had dreamed of her.

When he was in St. Mungo's, he once woke up from a dream. In the dream, she was crying and wanted to hug her, but he refused to go there.

The ending of the dream was terrible. He thought that the dream was terrible. She was obviously beside him, on his bed, and he could touch her with his hand.He wants to touch her.

He awoke to find Dumbledore sitting beside him, looking at him pityingly.

"What's the matter, Regulus?" Dumbledore said sadly.

He didn't bother with Dumbledore though, he just looked around the bed, there was supposed to be a white cat here, he told her they weren't kids anymore, so she would use a cat when she wanted to sleep with him He looked like he was sleeping next to his pillow.

It wasn't just that one nightmare between him and her.

He also remembered that they would sleep together in winter.

The quilt was too heavy for her to sleep, and her mother didn't want to turn on the fireplace while she was sleeping, and using the heater would make her nose bleed because of the dryness.She is like a strawberry, frail and frightening.

So her quilt is always on the thin side, and in the middle of the night in winter, it will often slip into his quilt like a piece of ice. Although his quilt is thick, his shoulders are much wider than hers, and both of them sleep sideways. If so, most of the quilts will not cover her body.

She hates a quilt that is too thick, as much as she hates clothes that are too thick, she feels heavy.

Later, when they grew up, he said that was not good.

But she still couldn't sleep warmly. In the middle of the night, she would squat beside his bed like a piece of ice, gently pull his quilt, look at him pitifully with those green eyes, and call him, "Re, I think I It's freezing to death."

He reached out to touch her fingers, which were as cold as ice, and whispered, "Well, you can sleep with me if you take the cat form."

"Then will you become a dog?" she asked him, and then said, "Don't lick me."

"No," he smiled helplessly, "it won't."

"Then can you help me touch my ears and back? If you can scratch my chin again." She said nonchalantly, "The cat is very comfortable like that. Speaking of which, do you want me to touch your head for you?"

He almost helplessly wrapped her in the quilt, and she jumped from his lap into his arms.

"Okay, okay, let me touch your ears for you."

But he knew she loved getting her chin scratched the most.

So she began to like to sleep curled up on the part from his neck to his chest.

With his back facing him, on the one hand, it is convenient for him to scratch her chin, and on the other hand, he will never let his breath brush her face.

But he would still subconsciously turn into a dog to sleep with her, she was too young, and he was afraid that he would crush her.

He pressed his protruding chin against her head as much as he could, so that she was completely covered by his body.That way she'll be a little warmer and less crushed by the quilt.

The most vulnerable part of a mammal is the abdomen, which is full of internal organs, and injuries to internal organs are often fatal.

But the warmest and softest place is also there.

She likes to sleep there.

Because he was a big, big dog, and because she liked to hear his heartbeat, because he was like a soft furnace.

She likes that he wraps her around her in a dog pose from behind, with his chin resting on her head, and she can hear his heartbeat, his breathing, and feel his body temperature.

She will sleep very soundly, like a puddle of mud.

What she is most used to is being pampered, because no matter who she is, she will subconsciously pet her.