HP Dawn Night

There was a long dead silence in the potion office, occasionally there was the crackling of firewood, but that was all.

Mom leaned against the fireplace and stared at the fire, wondering what she was thinking.Uncle Lucius and Aunt Narcissa left Draco in an uneasy situation, and he began to sit on pins and needles.

"Aunt Margaret?"

"What's the matter, Draco?" Mom hurried over from the fireplace, holding Draco's arm. "If you're tired, or…"

"No, I'm not tired, I want to wait for news here." Draco declined the proposal to rest, "Aunt Margaret, do you think what Potter said is true?"

--He is back.

The "he" in Potter's mouth can only represent one person, the one who can't even mention his name.

Mom let go of her hand, she took a step back, and raised the teapot on the table: "I don't know, no one knows what happened now." She poured herself a cup of steaming tea.

"Where's Dad?" I asked, "he should know what happened—"

"Severus hasn't come back, which means he's either staying with Dumbledore to deal with this, or..." Mom stopped.

"Either what?" I asked.

"It's nothing." Mom said bluntly. She glanced at me and stopped me from speaking again. "It's not the time to talk about this. I don't know what happened to Amos and the others..."

I closed my mouth knowingly.The loss that the Diggory couple suffered that night was beyond anyone's imagination.

I don't know how long it took, it was so long that I felt cold hands and feet, so long that Draco seemed to be frozen on the chair, the flame in the fireplace suddenly turned green, and Aunt Narcissa's head appeared in the fire.

"Sissy!" my mother called, and Draco jumped up and ran to the fireplace in a jerk.The three of us knelt by the fireplace when Aunt Narcissa spoke:

"Lucius is back, he's okay. He's back. He's back."

There was a tremor and tension in her voice that couldn't be ignored, and Draco's body swayed slightly beside me.Mom pressed her fingers tightly to the ground, her face turned pale:

"Is it true," Mom asked softly, "he's back?"

"He's angry... because someone was absent..." Aunt Narcissa said weakly, "Potter escaped... the Ministry of Magic probably won't believe him, anyway, Lucius said play it by ear..."

The three of us knelt before the fire and could not speak a word.

"I'm leaving, Lucius still needs my care." Aunt Narcissa whispered, "Draco, take care of yourself."

Draco nodded vigorously.Aunt Narcissa disappeared from the fireplace.

The condensed atmosphere in the room told me that that person's return was a bad thing for Potter, and it was not something to celebrate for the Malfoy family or even my family.

I thought again of Mr. Diggory's cry of despair as he fell to his knees, and I couldn't imagine if it was Cedric this time and who it would be next time.

"Draco," the door slammed open and Dad strode in, startling us all, "back to the common room, and you—"

Before he gave the order to drive away, I quickly got up from the ground: "Dad!" I threw myself into his arms before he could react, "I'm sorry."

When my father appeared in front of me, the touch of Cedric's death tonight reached its peak in an instant.

Perhaps because of my uncharacteristic behavior, Dad froze for a few seconds, then he relaxed and patted my back lightly, almost gently stroking my head: "It's all right."

"Vio," this unexpected scene seemed to make my mother startled, she coughed and reminded, "You should go back to the lounge."

"No." I looked back at my mother, "I have to know what you are going to face next, we can't be separated from each other." I glanced at Draco, "It's like Draco and Uncle Lucius Like Aunt Narcissa, I am with you too."

Draco smiled encouragingly at me.

Dad gestured to Draco: "Go back to the common room, you know what to answer if people ask you anything."

Probably because of the special circumstances, Draco didn't try to stay, he nodded very obediently: "I understand."

After he left, Dad locked the office door with a wave of his wand, and I cast an ear-closing spell out of habit.Dad glanced at me: "You have practiced this spell very proficiently this year."

My face was red: "Prevent the partition wall from having ears."

Dad didn't delve into the subject. He turned his gaze back to Mom. "Crouch is dead. His son, Barty Jr., did it."

Mother was taken aback, her expression changed several times: "Didn't he die in Azkaban a long time ago?"

"It was Mrs. Crouch who died. They tricked everyone with Polyjuice Potion. Crouch controlled the son with the Imperius Curse, but he finally broke free from his father. Bertha Jorkins broke This secret, so Crouch used the Oblivion Curse on her, which caused permanent damage to her memory—" He took a deep breath, "She died too, it was the man who did it."

The blood was fading rapidly from her mother's face, she tried her best to keep calm, but her pale face betrayed her: "Then little Barty...?"

"He entered Hogwarts pretending to be Moody," Dad looked at me. "All we've seen this year is Barty Jr. pretending to be Moody. He sneaked into my office and stole the ingredients to make Polyjuice Potion." , we should have found out earlier."

"It wasn't your fault, Dad." I tried to keep my voice steady, but it was still shaking.

"There are some things you should know, Vio." Dad paused, and he turned his head to look at Mom, who nodded firmly, Dad hesitated, stretched out his left arm, and slowly lifted up the sleeve of the robe— —

I let out a scream that no one could hear, and took a few steps backwards, finally bumping into a cabinet.A crystal bottle fell and exploded on the ground.

But no one cares about it.

I stare at it - the Dark Mark.

"As you can see," Dad said quietly but grimly, "I'm a Death Eater."

"No, no," I almost slid down the cabinet to the floor, and I suddenly remembered Uncle Lucius leaving the table halfway, "You've been away tonight, aren't you, aren't you—"

"He called all his attendants again tonight, and I'm absent." Dad lowered his sleeves, his face was hidden in the shadows, and Mom came over and dragged me to a chair aside:

"It's hard to take," she said gently, "but your dad isn't that evil." Her hand on my shoulder gave me the strength to calm down.

"So, are you from Dumbledore's side?"

"I'm a double agent," Dad said deadpan.I shivered and my mother touched my cheek.

"Uncle Lucius—"

I received an answer that wasn't surprising.

"There are three Death Eaters dormant in Hogwarts this year, and one has escaped." Dad said emotionlessly, "Karkaroff."

That scene in Potions class - where I grab the teacup on the table and down my throat all the hot tea in it - Karkaroff is showing Dad the Dark Mark on his arm.The tea made me choke, my mother patted me on the back, I coughed, and at the same time remembered another puzzle:

"Sirius Black. He's not from over there."

Dad's expression fluctuated, and the strength of Mom's hand inadvertently increased.

"How do you know?" He snorted, a mixture of anger and fear in his expression, but he acquiesced to my guess.

"This is just a speculation. Sirius Black escaped, and some people say that he used to be friends with Potter's father." I put the teacup back on the table and shrugged, "I didn't really believe in this theory at first, but now it seems , at least tonight nothing is impossible."

Dad's dark eyes stared at me for a moment, then he looked away: "You are much calmer than I thought. Yes, Black is Potter's godfather, and the misunderstanding between them has been cleared .”

If Blake wasn't the murderer, who killed the Potters?

"It was Peter Pettigrew who betrayed the Potters," Dad seemed to read my heart, and then he announced the cruel news, "He has worked for him again."

I didn't speak, there was so much information flooding my brain that night.

"There are some things we'll talk to you slowly, Vio," Mom said to me softly, with pure concern in her eyes, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," I said quickly, and stood up, banging my knee on the table leg. "I think I should go back to the common room. Maybe Pansy and the others are still waiting for me."

At this time, Dad said: "Did you start because of my new identity-" I looked up and found that his eyes could be said to be fragile.

"No," I quickly interrupted him, and walked up to him, "If you want, can you give me a hug again?——It's a repayment of what I owed before, don't forget that you still owe me 11 years hug."

It's a joke I had with my dad a long, long time ago, when I was in first year, not long after I came to Hogwarts.

Dad seemed to be stunned, he slowly bent down, and gave me a hug from a father to his little daughter unskillfully.

"Thank you." We whispered in each other's ears in unison.

My mother stood there watching the scene, and when I looked back at her, I saw tears glistening in her eyes.

"Good night, Vio." She blinked quickly to get the water out of her eyes, smiled and blew me a kiss.

"Good night." I waved to them.

The author has something to say:

Hmm... Is there any possibility of Severus and Margaret developing again?

Apparently Margaret knew Sev was a Death Eater many years ago.