HP+ Miss Malfoy has green eyes

"Harry." Regulus called him softly.

"Tell me!" Harry yelled angrily again, "Your father, the reason why you have the surname Black now, your father is Sirius!"

"Harry," said the boy, "it doesn't matter at all if he's my father..."

"Very important!" said Harry. "Very important! You are Sirius' children! You are Sirius' children!" he screamed. "You must be his children and only his children!"

"Harry." Regulus was still very calm.

"Yes." But the voice did not come from Regulus.

Harry looked behind him, and Christie was standing there with a calm expression on her face, "Harry, how could he know who his father is?"

She walked up step by step, the heels tapped on the floor. She hadn't worn shoes without heels since Harry knew her, and she said, "Only I know, Harry, that his father is Sirius." Blake."

Harry turned to look at her, his face contorted, half crying and half laughing.

"Really?" he said. "Is it true? It's true, it's true."

She nodded. "Harry, really, I assure you, the father of my child is Sirius Black, not Tom Riddle."

"Mom." Regulus said, "Is this okay? Does it really matter who my father is?"

"Maybe not to you," his mother said softly, stroking his hair, "but it's important to him."

"Then why did you go!" Harry said, "Why did you leave him! Why did you..." He said, if she hadn't gone, maybe he wouldn't have gone to Azkaban, maybe he wouldn't have let Xiao Dwarf Peter acted as surety in his place.

"Because I'm scared," Christie said, hugging her son, kissing his forehead, and then laying her head on his chest. "Harry, I'm scared."

"What are you afraid of? What are you afraid of? What are you afraid of! Do you know? You are gone, my father and my mother are dead again, and there is no hope for him in his life. If you are still there, if... ..."

"Harry, no one is responsible for the life of another person who went after Peter Pettigrew after learning of your parents' death instead of telling someone else what happened and why he did it, if he Having said that things will definitely change, Harry, he is such an impulsive, very self-willed person. I admit that this personality is quite charming in certain situations-Vera is most like him in this way. But we must Admitting this kind of character is not good. I believe he was very desperate when they died. I believe that at that moment he really didn’t think there was anything wrong with dying with them. There is that kind of fierce recklessness in his character. It's in there, that's what he's bound to do, and that's why I'm afraid." Regulus said, "Harry, you..."

But Harry didn't hear a word from Regulus, he just screamed, "Why! Why are you afraid of him!"

"You know that Draco's grandfather got dragon plague and syphilis and died." Regulus whispered, "Professor Slugger hates him because my grandmother was his student and he was a teacher. The first batch of students he brought, he took her for seven full years, watched her grow up, was entangled by men twice his age, forced to be engaged, forced to marry, locked in the house, not allowed to have sex with outsider contact."

Regulus' tone was very flat, "Harry, how do you tell my mother to believe in love? She doesn't understand love at all."

Harry couldn't speak, but he still glanced at Draco, who was shaking all over.

"There is no such thing as divorce in a pure-blood family." Christie finally said her first words.

She took a deep breath, "I'm scared, Harry, there is no such thing as divorce in a pure-blood family like that, if you want to change a wife in a pure-blood family like that...you can wait for her to die, That's what he did, when his first wife died, he married my mother, but he won't die before her. Never."

"Why..." It was Draco who spoke this time.

She turned her head to look at him, "Because she took half of it."

"As long as it's your pain, she will take half of you forever, or even more..."

"Because you like her..."

"Because she..." she choked up and said, "Because she doesn't like you..."

"Draco, your grandfather took advantage of my grandmother, he threatened her to sign this spell with himself, and she would have to marry him, because from then on her body would no longer belong to him, and she would be A way for that person to divert his pain. If she doesn't stay by his side, no one knows what he will do..."

"He used this method to get her, but he couldn't get her love." Regulus said while pressing his mother's head in his arms.

He said softly, "Mom, mom, it's all over."

She is weak, her brother spoiled her when she was a child, and her son started to coax her when she grew up.

She is a character who can't stand any stimulation.

He patted his mother on the back, who looked more like his sister than his mother, both in looks and in thought.You really can't imagine her as the mother of 14-year-old twins.

"Sometimes I wonder why people are so greedy? He's already got her, he's got everything he can get, why does he have to love?" Christie trembled, "Love is obviously so terrible s things……"

Her tears fell on the quilt, they were black pearls, just like the ones her son wore on his ears.

"Mother," her son patted her back, "you're not thinking right."

Harry seemed to have heard some strong evidence, "Yes! You are wrong!" He grabbed Draco by the collar, "Not all men are as disgusting as their perverts!"

Miraculously, Draco didn't contradict him.

"Harry, it doesn't matter." Regulus looked at him. "It doesn't matter what kind of person he is. Because..."

"I don't love him, Harry." Christie let go of her hand suddenly, and she sat upright, "Harry, I never loved Sirius, not for a second."

Harry felt his mind go blank.

She doesn't love him?

Sirius?

She doesn't love Sirius?

He is so good, why doesn't she love him!

She is lying!

"You lied!" He shouted out of control, and couldn't help but push Draco to the ground. Except when Sirius died, this feeling is not...

He is dead.

Sirius was dead.

"Harry, accept this fact!" Regulus said, "Harry, you want the truth, I told you, it doesn't matter who my father is, because my mother can't understand Love is a thing, not all children are born with love, not everyone grows up with love, not all parents love their children, not all couples love each other, your parents love each other, this is It's very important and very lucky, but you can't think that it's unacceptable for other people's parents not to love each other."

"What happened!" Snape came, "Harry Potter! What are you doing here?" he yelled, but Harry looked at him with tears in his eyes. "Professor," he said sobbingly, "professor……"

Snape never saw him asking for help, and even for a moment he didn't taunt him.

Snape stared at Harry, who was incoherent and just kept crying.

Regulus continued, "Harry, accept this reality. Not all parents love each other. People have more than one side. I know you love my father like your own. You think he is perfect, but It's not true, all people have flaws. It's like I've never met him, I don't know what kind of person he is, and I don't care what kind of person he is, because I know that no matter what kind of person he is It won't affect me..."

"Shut up!" Harry screamed, smashing a vase on the bed table. "Shut up!"

he screamed.

"Regulus!" Snape yelled too, "don't provoke him any more!"

"Professor," Regulus said calmly, "there are many lies in the world, some of which are out of malice, and some of which cover the truth, because the truth is a cruel and ruthless sword. If he wants to know the truth, he must Prepare to be wounded by the sword of truth."

Harry growled, he didn't respond to how Snape called his name, he shouted maniacally, threw all kinds of things on the ground, finally, Snape had to give Harry a Stunning Curse.

Madam Pomfrey was so excited by this farce that she couldn't stand still.

Instead Regulus said, "Ma'am, I'm fine, you should rest for a while."

His green eyes seemed to have some kind of magic. "Madam, can you take Harry out and let him rest for a while? Can you give him some calming potion?"

Madam Pomfrey nodded.

"Dumbledore isn't at school, Professor," said the boy, "is he?"

Christie was still sobbing in her son's arms.

"You don't love him," said Snape, "then why did you bear him two children?"

She did not answer.

"You loved her," said Regulus, "but she died anyway."

How do these two brothers and sisters know everything!Snape thought furiously.

"Shut up," said Snape, "you're more of a nuisance than your father!"

The boy glanced at him. "You really don't like Sirius."

When he made the analogy, he was already using Sirius as a synonym for an extremely intolerable range.

"Professor," Regulus moved his mother's body onto the bed, "I gave her a Stunning Charm. Just like you gave Harry."

Snape subconsciously raised his wand and pointed it at the boy.

The boy shook his hospital gown, looked at Draco who was still in a daze, and put all the black pearls on his body into a pile on the cabinet next to him, "Professor, my sister is not that person's daughter."

He propped his face on the pillow, smiling at them.

Looking at the boy's inexplicably familiar smile, Snape said ten thousand times in his heart that he didn't believe it.

He finally realized why he had always felt that the boy didn't look like Sirius.

The boy is like the Dark Lord.

The corners of his eyes and brows, his every move, there is a vague shadow of his master everywhere.