HP+ Miss Malfoy has green eyes

Harry had never felt so restless before, and as Regulus' 15th birthday approached, he knew more and more that Regulus was going to die.

Nothing scares you more than knowing someone is dying.

But Dumbledore also said, "This time is very unusual."

The boys in their family always die before the age of 15, but Regulus still lives longer than his uncles. Those people usually die at the age of 14 and a half, but he lived until his 15th birthday Only a few days now.

Harry always wanted to see him.

Harry always felt that Sirius' son couldn't just die like this and he couldn't do anything about it.

He went to the infirmary today, Madam Pomfleur seemed to be going out to do something, he asked her to take a look at Regulus, she gave him a sympathetic look, everyone knows how close he is to Sirius, she said , "Go, boy."

He was preoccupied, but found that he couldn't lift the curtain covering Regulus' hospital bed.

why?

What happened?

He subconsciously wanted to run, but when he turned around, the curtain was lifted. Vera's eyes were red, the tip of her nose was red, and her lips were even dark red. She grabbed his wrist and begged him, "Ha Harry, no, Harry, please..."

His mind was buzzing.

"Why are you here?" He looked into the curtain, where Regulus was picking up those diamonds that fell on the bed - her tears.

"I have to make sure he's okay," she said tremblingly, "Harry, I have to see this with my own eyes," she cried hard, "Harry, he can't die."

She squeezed his wrist tightly. "Please, Harry, don't tell anyone I'm here," she said. "Harry, please."

She gave herself a strange feeling as she cried and begged him.

thought Harry.

Then he realized he wanted her to cry a little harder.

But then he asked himself, what's wrong with you? !

Seeing that he was lost in thought, she dragged him into the curtain and closed it.

For a while, the three of them looked at each other in this small space, Regulus said, "Sister," he stretched out his hand to her, "Okay, sister..."

She threw herself on him, buried her head in his neck, and said, "I can't, I can't..."

She said, "You know I can't live without you, Regulus, I can't imagine how I can live without you, Regulus...you are different from others..."

"Of course I'm different. No one is the same. You can't find someone to replace me," he said. everything……"

"I tried," she said, "I really tried," she hugged him, "Reculus, I can't imagine..."

He patted her on the back and held her in his arms, "Okay, okay, I'm still here, look, Harry is still there, you'll scare him by crying like this."

"Reculus," she sobbed, "I couldn't do it, I really couldn't do it without you, Regulus, you know I'm not normal, you know I can't do it without you I'm going to be even more abnormal..."

"You are normal," he patted her on the back, "you are normal, listen, you will be angry, you will be happy, you will be afraid, you know what is right and what is wrong, sister, you Already grown up, you can face the world on your own, and we all know you can."

"No," she cried, "no..."

She said, "Yesterday, just yesterday, I..." She sobbed, "I..."

"Shh..." He coaxed her softly, "It's okay, sister, it's okay..."

Harry felt awkward standing here, coughing, "I think I should get out."

She looked at Harry, and the tears in her eyes fell again. Harry subconsciously said softly, "I'll watch for you outside. If someone else comes, I'll cough."

The two nodded.

Harry threw back the curtain and stood outside.

For some reason, he always felt uncomfortable in this scene.

He was standing outside, and this time they didn't continue to add magic, and you could hear their voices talking from inside.

"Sister, we've never been apart for such a long time," he said softly, "I think you've gotten used to living without me..."

"That's different," she said, "I know you're here, I know where to find you, Regulus, I can't imagine a day when I can't find you, I... they all say I look like her, Regulus, really, without you, I might not only look like her, I would be crazy like her, and I would do a lot of incredible things, Regulus S..." She became emotional and her voice rose a little.

But Regulus obviously reassured her, and the voices of both of them got lower and lower.

Harry felt like he couldn't hear at all.

But after a while Regulus yelled, "Vera, stop!"

"clang."

It was the sound of metal touching the ground, with echoes.

Harry subconsciously opened the curtain, and saw the girl half lying on the hospital bed, and the boy stood up from the bed. He was so weak that he had to rely on the bedside table to stand up, but he still stood up from the bed.

On the ground is a silver dagger.

He kept taking deep breaths, and after a while, he said to the girl on the bed, "Vera, this is wrong."

And she got up from the bed, "Why?"

She simply straddled the hospital bed, half of her face was covered by her blond hair, and Harry could only guess that she was crying. She lowered her head and asked her brother, "Why?"

"Villa..." he read her name desperately, "There are many things we know are wrong..."

"I don't want to marry and I don't want to have children," she looked up. "You know I'll never love my husband, the father of my children! You know my children are destined to be like us, they must Die one before the age of 15! I hate the curse, I hate that my mother didn't tell me about the curse until we were 14 until you got sick, Regulus, are you still going to die like this?" She looked at him, tears flowing from her eyes. The eyes kept pouring out, "You know, if I marry someone, I will instinctively want to kill him, because I don't love him! I will hate every touch he touches, and I will hate having to The self who lives with him..."

"Kill me," she said, "Reculus, I'd rather you kill me than me!"

"Do you want me to marry someone else?" She looked at him, "Do you want me to suffer like that for the rest of my life? You know very well..."

"Sister," he said, "You and I both know why you are like this. We are cursed people. If you succumb to the power of the curse, you will never be able to escape from the curse."

"Curse..." She looked at him, "Everyone is mortal, why can't I?"

"Because I want you to live." Regulus said calmly, "You know what I think," he said, "Sister, you know I want you to live."

"If I'm not happy with my life," she said, "what difference does it make if I live a long time or a very short time?"

"Maybe you'll find a way to lift the curse for the rest of your life," he said. "We shall escape from this curse."

"We already know a way," she said. "Reculus, you know..."

"I can't do it!" He finally roared, "I can't do it..."

Madam Pomfleur finally came back, "What's the matter? Did you quarrel?" Before she came over, her voice came over first.

Regulus waved his hand, and the dagger on the ground disappeared.

And Harry watched Vera nervously, she shouldn't be seen.

Vera only looked at Regulus, she bit her lip and said nothing.

"Sister." Regulus looked at her and called her sadly, "Sister, don't be like this..."

As Madame Pomfleur's footsteps approached, she finally gave in and turned into a cat.

She's an Animagus? !

Harry still hadn't recovered from the shock.

She has got into the quilt.

Regulus smiled at Madam Pomfleur who lifted the curtain, "Nothing." He said, "It's just that I really want to go for a walk, I can't sit still on the bed all day, but Harry doesn't willing."

Harry continued subconsciously, "I don't think he's in good health..."

"You really shouldn't go out," Madam Pomfleur looked at him, "Son, Harry is right, you should have a good rest." Her eyes were red, "Although I know that always lying in bed will make you sleepy." People... very depressed."

He nodded, threw back the covers and lay in, whispering, "Harry, I'm sorry to yell at you, but I'm really glad you came to see me…"

Harry walked over, and Regulus pulled him to sit on the edge of his bed, and immediately, Harry felt the other person put something soft and furry on his lap from under the quilt.

She resisted, and her claws ran across Harry's trousers. Fortunately, the trousers were made of thick material, so she didn't scratch Harry.

He subconsciously covered her with his robe, Madam Pomfleur looked at them for a while, "Children, getting too excited is not good for patients, your interview is over."

"Gregory," Regulus said softly.

Harry realized he was talking about the secret passage behind the Gregory statue.

He nodded slightly, and carried Vera out.

Her paws seemed to be hanging on his sweater, and he heard her cry softly.

That must hurt, he thought, holding her carefully without moving her paws.

After walking for a long time, passing by many people, he stiffened his body, afraid of being seen holding a cat in his arms.

He finally saw the hole behind the Gregory statue, and Harry swallowed as he looked at the narrow opening. He had never walked this passage before, and he didn't know where he would end up.

She struggled twice in his arms, and he looked around to make sure that everything was safe, and then carefully removed her claws from his sweater.

As soon as he took her claws off, she changed back into a human form, with red eyes, red nose tip, and crying cheeks.

At this time, she was too close to him.

She was so close, Harry thought, that he could smell her shampoo and feel the heat of her crying eyes.

She held her hand up in front of her face, and Harry saw that the nail on her right index finger was broken, and a little blood oozed from the fingertip. He quickly grabbed her finger, but only got her to scream.

"I'm sorry," he explained awkwardly, "but I..."

The second half of his sentence did not come out.

The girl pressed his shoulders, stood on tiptoes, and kissed his lips.

A simple kiss of two lips touching each other.

But it made him tremble like an electric shock.

Her lips are so soft.

he thought.

Zhang Qiu's lips were wet, but she was dry, soft, and full. He always felt that this scene was a bit familiar, but at the same time, he was sure that this was the closest time he had with her.

she smells really good...

He subconsciously opened his lips slightly.

However, a voice suddenly screamed in his head, she was Voldemort's granddaughter!

think about it!You kissed Voldemort's granddaughter!That voice screamed!You kissed the granddaughter of one of you who was doomed to die!You kissed the granddaughter of the man who killed your parents!

But she was also Sirius' daughter, his favorite Sirius' daughter.The daughter of Sirius who was willing to die for herself.

That's fine, right?

He was thinking wildly, but her lips parted from him.

Her lips moved away, but the touch on Harry's lips did not, soft and hot.

Plump, like juicy cherries.

Her lips moved away, but the touch didn't.

That feeling would probably stay on Harry's lips for the rest of his life.

He felt his face was burning, burning hot, the girl looked at him with eyes.

Green eyes like his, he thought.

"Why?" she asked.

"What?" He didn't quite understand.

"Why didn't you push me away?" She didn't care about her broken nails, she grabbed his collar and asked him, "Why! Why didn't you push me away?"

"I..." Harry was speechless, clumsily speaking.

"Because I'm pretty?" she asked, "or is it because I'm Sirius' daughter?" she asked him, "So you forget I'm still Tom Riddle's granddaughter? You forget that he killed your parents?"

Harry was completely bewildered.

He just looks at her.

She suddenly started crying again, the tears came out of the lacrimal glands, but turned into hard and transparent diamonds the moment they completely left the eye sockets.

"Why didn't you reject me?" she demanded him.

"I can't..." he said, "I like you."

"You know," she said, "you don't like me, you are influenced," she sobbed, "you don't like me at all..."

She suddenly grabbed his collar and buried her face in his arms and began to cry.

He was at a loss.

He just patted the other person on the back tentatively, "It's okay..." He said, feeling that he had never had such a hard time speaking, "He will get better, and we all believe that he will get better."

"You think I'm pretty, don't you?" she asked him. "A lot of people think that..."

He couldn't say no to her, her kiss made him feel so happy he couldn't even think.

If he had any thoughts about that kiss, his only thought was that he wished she would kiss him a little longer.

"I can't live without him," she said, "Harry, I can't live without him..."

He could only pat her on the back lightly.

After a while, she said, "He told you to stay away from me, didn't he?"

"Yes." Harry answered subconsciously, he couldn't lie.

And she suddenly pushed him away fiercely, "Then why don't you listen to him!" She turned around and rushed into the secret passage.

Harry was still at a loss.

The touch of her lips still remained on his lips, and her tears still had a little warmth.

But she has disappeared.