HP Dawn Night

Many years later, I returned to Parkinson's Manor and stood in front of the window of my girlhood room overlooking Parkinson's Manor in summer.

The season of pansy blooming has long passed, and the manor where celebrities used to come and go has shown a bit of depression for no reason.

It was an early morning very similar to many years ago.I stretched out my hand to open the curtains, saw the road leading to the gate under the mist, and suddenly remembered that morning.

As much as I don't want to, I have to admit that it was probably one of the few moments in my life when I saw my mother express her true feelings in front of me.

That was the first time my family had breakfast together since I was on vacation.

After the second grade, I went home for the summer vacation.The atmosphere was the same—cold and empty.Fortunately, I have long been used to having Vio with me during the first short period of summer vacation.And after she left, I gradually got used to entertaining myself by myself.

When I walked into the restaurant as usual, I was not surprised to see my parents sitting at opposite ends of the long table.It’s just that I’m used to covering up. After politely asking Ann, I picked up the newspaper and flipped through it as usual. My father took a sip of coffee and asked me casually:

"Any big news today?"

Mother was poking a piece of fruit with a silver fork, thinking about her own affairs, and didn't seem to notice our conversation.I looked at the first version:

"Black is still at large."

I read the title, and it had a huge chain reaction.

The silver fork in my mother's hand fell to the floor, and the salad dressing stained the tablecloth and her skirt, but she didn't care, and at the same moment, I felt a tingle in the back of my hand, and my mother slammed the newspaper from my hand without grace , I took a breath, raised my hand and looked, there were a few bloodshot scratches on the back of my hand, I grabbed the napkin and pressed it on my hand.

Father put down his coffee cup with a sullen face.The mother slammed the newspaper on the table and shouted to the house-elf, "Get my coat!"

"Where are you going?" asked the father unhappily.

"It's none of your business." Mother walked anxiously up and down the dining room, "Damn it...why didn't you come sooner..."

"You should understand your current identity and position!" Father said coldly, "You have forgotten the Slytherin judgment of the situation—"

"Shut up!" the mother burst out, screaming hysterically at her father. "Of course I know I'm a Slytherin! But so what? You don't need to remind me! What do you think you are!"

"Enough!" Father stood up angrily, "Stop messing around."

"Nonsense?" Mother yelled out of control, grabbed the plate in front of her and threw it at father, "What right do you have—"

"Am I not qualified? Just because I am the master here, I—"

The mother took the lead in attacking, but the father did not back down.Knowing that neither of my parents were easy to give in to, they started arguing endlessly.

I suddenly felt bored, got up and left the restaurant.

No one found out.

Such things don't happen often in Parkinson Manor, and most of the time they face each other coldly.I knew very little about my parents, and I had no way of knowing the source of the rift between them.

"I need ice." I went into my lounge, sat down on a chair, and told the trembling house-elf.

The ice eased the looming pain of the wound, and I looked at the richly decorated but empty rooms with a loathing for the manor that I have never felt before or since.

No one came to comfort me.

I'm used to it.

There was a slamming door downstairs, and I went to the window to see my mother hurrying to the gates of the manor, the cloak waving in a cool arc behind her.

It seemed my father hadn't succeeded in stopping her.This ending is not difficult to predict.I raised a sneer, and saw a self that seemed completely unfamiliar in the glass. No one could stop my mother from doing something. I am glad that I inherited her character.

Years later, this personality even changed my life.

At that time, I stood in front of the window and watched my mother turn and leave without a second thought.I have no way of knowing where she went or why she left.

My mother, she never seemed to fit in with Parkinson's, or rather, with us.She never really fit into the family, despite her title of mistress.

A few days later, while I was sitting in the living room reading a book, my mother appeared at the door looking tired.She didn't even set her eyes on me.

"I think I need to talk to you." I closed the book and walked over to her.

I looked at my mother carefully, we have the same hair color, but different eyes.At this time, those smoky gray eyes looked at me coldly, full of resistance and disgust, as if they didn't know me.

"What do you want to say?" She said coldly.

Her casual nonchalance irritated me instantly.

"Have you found Blake?" Anger drove me to speak, her face became a little distorted, and I continued happily, "I thought of an interesting question the other day, maybe you can answer me .”

Her face was livid.

"I'm curious," I said slowly, studying her expression, "how did you have me in seventh grade?"

Her complexion changed drastically, and finally she smiled angrily: "Oh, who told you that?"

"No one ever told me. It just takes a little brainstorming, doesn't it," I said calmly. "Am I really your child?"

"I really hope you're not." She reacted and said quickly, "If I had a choice, you would definitely not be born."

"Sounds like I was a product of coercion?" Even though I already knew that I would not be the crystallization of my parents' love or the proof of some kind of love, but hearing my mother admit this answer, my heart still hurts uncontrollably After a while, "What is the story? My father forced you? Or is there something else hidden?"

"Since you are so smart, you might as well go find the answer yourself." She said sarcastically.

"Yeah, from a Muggle romance novel?" I sat back on the sofa and changed a comfortable position, "Dear mother, I'm getting more and more curious about you. Why can't you just give me a frank A clear answer will save us a lot of trouble."

"I don't feel the need to tell you."

I clenched my hands tightly: "I will know sooner or later."

"Then you can 'know' yourself." She gritted her teeth and said.

I looked at this face that didn't have much resemblance to mine: "You know, the last thing I want in my life is to become like you."

——Indifference, selfishness, and rejection of others.

"Really, I hope you won't become like me in the future." She sneered, as if she thought my words were extremely ridiculous.

"Of course not." I said firmly, "I'm different from you."

"You can save this sentence for later." She mocked, "Ah, I forgot, how would I know if I haven't experienced it..."

"At least I don't regret my choice. I must be responsible for what I do. And you, Mom, you never seem to fulfill your duties as a mother very well." I said coldly, "You You can write down my words and verify its right or wrong later.”

A prophecy.

When I said this sentence, I didn't expect the future.

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Pansy's episodes are released at the end of each school year~ I will add other characters in the future~