HP Dawn Night

"So, it's all over, isn't it?" Draco wiped the dust off his face, "There are a lot fewer people here."

"More people will come this fall, just like we came to Hogwarts seven years ago." Blaise looked around the empty but joyful auditorium, "It's so strange, I feel like I walked in here What happened yesterday."

Pansy smiled at him: "Yeah. I still remember that you were the last one to be sorted that semester."

"Hey, I think this is a good time to be sensual, so, I want to say," I looked at the three of them, "it's nice to meet you."

Pansy hugged me tightly: "Our lives are not what we expected, but I think that's a good thing."

"Violet—" Blaise nodded behind me.I turned around and saw my parents and the Malfoys standing together, and Draco had already rushed over to hug his parents.My dad and I looked at each other briefly, and he looked away quickly and unnaturally. Mom coughed and was the first to break the silence:

"I've never had such an exciting fight in my life. If I hadn't been imprisoned in Malfoy Manor for a year, I could have played better—"

"I love you, Mom." I cut her off, and turned to look at Dad. "You too. I mean, it doesn't matter if you two don't love each other, you will always be to me. The best parents in the world."

Mom showed a gratified smile.

"You mean," said Dad, wary of his usual sarcasm, "you don't mind—?"

"You are a hero, Dad, there is no contradiction." I mustered up the courage to continue, "Not everyone can love someone for a lifetime."

He quickly raised his sleeve and wiped his eyes, but he didn't respond to my words.I don't think I can ask too much of him, because I have always suspected that Dad has no ability to "speak tender words". If Severus Snape could speak softly and kindly, it would be quite a scary thing .

"I'm going to talk to Potter," I said to my mother. "You know, I kind of like Gryffindor now."

"Gryffindor has always been good." Mom blinked.

I saw the three Potters walking into the hall, and the Malfoy family beside them hugged each other tightly.Pansy and Blaise were helping to carry the bodies of the dead into separate rooms.I walked along the wall, where the Weasleys were talking together, and Neville and Luna were sitting together, surrounded by a large crowd of admirers.Seamus Finnigan was bragging to everyone about his feat of blowing up bridges, and Professor Slughorn was complaining about his velvet smoking shirt that had burned a hole in the battle.

"Potter!" I overtook the three of them in the hall.

"Snape." Sure enough, Potter looked uncomfortable when he saw me.

"Let's forget the unpleasant things of the previous generation," I offered, "or give you a forgetting spell?"

"No." Potter relaxed a little, grinning, "That's the only positive memory I have of Snape."

Weasley and Granger both laughed.I stared at the wand in his hand. "I never knew I had it. What are you going to do with it?"

"That's exactly what I want to do now." Potter took out a wand that had been broken in two from his pocket, held it in his hand, and then tapped it with the Elder Wand, "Restored as before!"

I knew he had succeeded when a red light disappeared from the end of the wand.

"I'm happier with my own wand, and as for it," Potter twirled the Elder wand, "I'll let it return to its place, so that if I die of old age in its place, the legend of the Elder Wand will be It's time to call it a day."

"Are you sure you want to do this, Harry?" Weasley asked, with a hint of longing in his tone, "That's an invincible wand!"

"I think Harry is right," Granger said quietly.

"It's caused far more trouble than it's good, and I've had enough trouble in my life." Potter hesitated, handing me his wand. "Do you want to touch it? You do anyway." Whoever had it."

I quickly shook my head: "I'm not... If Professor Dumbledore wanted to, he could have surrendered my wand first."

"The past year or two has been rough for everyone, hasn't it?" said Weasley, "Even you and Malfoy had...er...for a while."

I shrugged, "Don't think I'm afraid to cast a spell on you after you've caught up with Granger, Weasley."

Granger exclaimed, "How do you know that!"

"From the looks on your faces." I smiled, "So what's your plan after this?"

"I don't know... the first thing we need to do is take a vacation." Potter yawned. "I really miss my four-poster bed."

"Well, Potter, I've come to you to say - well... it was my own idea, but I want to apologize to you guys. I mean, when we were kids, me, Draco, Both Pansy and Blaise have said some bad things to you guys, and dueling in the hallway or something..."

"You've finally decided to apologize, Snape?" Weasley groaned.

"I've felt something was wrong since Umbridge days, but it took me a long time to completely change my mind, and that of my friends." I looked at Potter, "Della Coe is right, you are indeed 'Saint Potter', and you see, you do so many things that none of us can do."

"No no... I can't defeat Voldemort without the help of so many people. And you also proved that not all Slytherins are dark wizards. Ron should speak for what he said to Slytherin seven years ago Sorry."

"I take that back, and also, I won't call you 'bat' from now on." Weasley said, crossing his arms.

"Thanks, Ron." I smiled, "Can I call your names later?"

Granger and Potter smiled at each other, and Weasley's eyes flickered with obvious surprise.

"But you'll have to carry that all the time." Potter pointed to his left arm, "Will it disappear?"

I rolled up the sleeve of my left arm, and the Dark Mark was still there: "I don't think so, it was engraved on it, and it won't fade away with the death of the Dark Lord... Riddle. But it doesn't matter, we Think of it as a super cool tattoo."

"You're a good man, Violet."

"Vio." I corrected Hermione.She smiled:

"Someone is coming for you."

Mom smiled at them from a distance, and Audio-Technica continued to walk on the field. They might need a little time to review their exciting student career.

"Mother?"

"I was headstrong when I was your age, when I thought there was nothing in this world that I couldn't get, whether it was the trendiest shoes, the most expensive gems, or Severus. And I had just finished Not long after an unhappy marriage, I thought the whole world owed me, so I made a disrespectful, impulsive, and stupid decision." She said to me solemnly, "I'm sorry, Vio."

"I said I don't blame you, Mom," I hugged her helplessly, "I love you, and no one is more important to me than you."

"You're better than I was when I was 17, and I'm so proud of you." She touched my cheek.I watch the person I love most in this world:

"You're my pride too, Mom."

"Why have you chatted with the savior for so long?" Draco exclaimed dissatisfied.

"Who said that, I was talking to my mother, and she is now going for a walk around the school with your mother looking for youthful memories. Where is Pansy?"

"Send a letter," Blaise replied.

"Send a letter?" I repeated.

Draco and Blaise looked at each other meaningfully.

"What's going on?" I asked again.

"Her mother is dead," Draco replied curtly. "Bellatrix did it."

My eyes widened in surprise: "Impossible, didn't Potter say that everyone was under protection from the moment he decided to sacrifice? And Pansy's mother should be in St. Mungo's."

Blaise gently raised his finger and pointed to a nearby corpse covered in cloth: "We think she might have managed to escape from St. Mungo...we don't know when she arrived at Hogwarts, but She died in the second fight, not from a spell. Bella killed her with a knife."

I can't imagine how a pocket knife can kill a living person.As Blaise's voice fell to the ground, I seemed to vaguely see the blood soaking the fabric——

"What are you all doing standing here?"

"Pansy!" I was taken aback by her, "I'm sorry..."

"Don't tell me, I think she might be happier dead than alive." Pansy glanced at Mrs. Parkinson's body. "And really, she's not a good mother."

"Did you send the letter to your dad?" Blaise asked.

Pansy frowned: Shouldn't the good news be announced now?

"And what good news?"

Draco shook his head too.

Blaise smiled proudly: "Pansy and I are going to have a wedding in July, will you all come?"

"He's crazy." Draco was dumbfounded, "She's crazy too."

"Today is not April Fool's Day, friends." I stared at the two of them, "Have you ever been in a relationship?"

"You're not even going to get engaged!" Draco snapped angrily.

I looked back at Draco, "No, we already knew Blaise liked Pansy, didn't we?"

Draco certainly hadn't forgotten what Blaise had said while under the influence of Veritaserum.

"But it's too fast," he seemed unable to bear such a big blow, "it's too unruly for you to do so."

"Who told you the rules these days, Draco, how many things did we do against common sense this night?" Blaise said with a smile, "We briefly discussed it when you were reunited with your parents. And then it settled down."

"After all, we don't have parents to control us, do we?"

Draco immediately turned to find Uncle Lucius: "Dad, can I—"

"I know what you're going to do, boy, and the answer is 'no'!" My dad, out of nowhere, glared at Draco, "Unless you can find a high-paying, stable job for three years Above, buy a villa with your own ability in Hogsmeade village, otherwise don't even think about it, even getting engaged is impossible! If you dare to negotiate with me again, I will put your head in a nonsense drink !"

"You are my godfather!"

"I'm really not!" Dad smiled sinisterly, "Lucius, tell him."

It never occurred to me that Dad wasn't Draco's godfather.

"Cough... Draco," Uncle Lucius hurried over to round things up, "Uh... Severus is not your godfather... The thing is, um... your mother and I just want you to feel that we are Hogwarts has something to rely on—"

"Wait a minute," Draco seemed to be about to collapse, "Aren't you the trustee of Hogwarts?"

"The trustees don't stay at the school every day, do they. Anyway, we persuaded Severus to join in a scene... because you were crying and insisting on going to Durmstrang..."

"Crying?" Blaise laughed, "Draco, Draco—"

Never in my wildest dreams would I have imagined that this was a flawed child's tale, and that all of us had been lied to for seven years!

"We'd better stay out of the way, Vio," Pansy suggested, "before the Malfoys start a civil war."

"I have another question, Blaise, why do you keep calling me 'Violet' instead of 'Vio'?" I asked, "Have we been friends for seven years?"

Bryce answered briskly: "Draco refused, he asked for it before we came to school—oh, what an unconfident little boy."

"I support you, Dad!" I yelled at Dad. "Let him buy Hogwarts!"

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Since the plot line of this article follows the original, the post-war part will be placed in the extra episode.