Wild child

Christmas is getting closer, which means that the Order of the Phoenix has been fighting for half a year without its leader. For Fanny, it is almost time to go home—that is to say, she will start thinking about a new life again. An excuse so Mrs. Conwell could let her out after the holidays.

The work of establishing an information transmission system for EYE may have gone too smoothly. Thanks to the hundreds of mailboxes, EYE has now been able to establish a decent editorial department scattered all over the country, and all columns have been found to be in charge of , it seems that if the situation continues peacefully, Fanny can already be a hands-off shopkeeper and go home leisurely for the winter. She only needs to move her legs to the mailbox at the door of the house to receive and receive letters every day-how should I put it, Fanny sometimes guesses God What it was like to find out after work that the world didn't need him anymore.

But however much she hated to admit it, Skeeter was right.Under normal circumstances, there will be no market for EYE, and the fact that it is becoming more and more popular is enough to explain the problem.

While continuing to wander around the UK under the pretense that the "anti-tracking spell has not been completed", Fanny and Sirius mainly helped the Order of the Phoenix with tasks such as recruiting members, escorting asylum seekers, and delivering information.No small part of this was originally Mrs. Conwell's work, and after there were signs that she was under suspicion--or signs that there were enough signs that she would definitely be a target next time she went out--the agency stopped letting her. She's on a mission.Fanny thought it would be good for Smith to have someone at home, too. The guy had tried a lot of lifestyles, but that certainly didn't include being alone.

With the expansion of EYE's spread, Fanny gained some resources of her own, which brought a lot of help to the Order of the Phoenix, and also gained a clearer understanding of the situation.The most intuitive thing is that they no longer dare to stop Death Eaters by attracting the attention of Muggles, which has no meaning except to increase the workload of the incident reversal team.

The first time I dealt with the scene of massacres on the streets of Muggles happened less than a month after stopping the Death Eaters from bombing the church. Below is a young face written all over with terror.

Marcus Flint, former Quidditch captain of Slytherin.She remembers being with the twins and beating him up with a hood, as revenge for attacking Angelina before a ball game.Fanny pulled up the man's sleeves in turn, unmarked, and he wasn't even a Death Eater.

"He's not a Death Eater yet." After checking the other two people, Sirius walked over and glanced at them and said, "Three people, only one is marked. I think this is a test or an operation where a veteran leads a novice to practice courage or something." Yes, let's see if they can adapt to the new job. These two unlucky guys did a good job, young talents, but it's a pity that they didn't start well."

Fanny glanced at Sirius because of the coldness and contempt in that voice, and the latter was slowly scanning the surroundings—the broken glass of cafes and residential houses, the overturned benches, and the moving or immobile bodies. "It's hard to say, though, they'll stay in Azkaban for a week at most—it's better to extend it to a month, considering how stupid they are. Would you like to make a bet?"

She didn't answer.

The area had been cleared out by the Muggle Repelling Charm before the attack, and the rest, except for the dead, were crippled and immobilized.Now the Auror team is not so credible, and leaving as soon as possible is the safest plan, but until the Aurors arrive, both of them are busy continuing the lives of the survivors.If it weren't for the impracticality of taking 6 wounded Muggles at once, they would have sent those Muggles to the nearest hospital after easing the spell on the wounds.

The Auror leading the team, coincidentally, was the guy named Frost.With short, white-dyed hair and dark blue eyes, he looked more suspicious and exhausted than the last time Fanny had seen him.He didn't seem to believe Sirius and Fanny's explanation of the whole incident at all, and kept claiming that they had "unknown origin" and "suspicious behavior".

When Sirius said the half-sarcastic "because you came fast enough", he almost ordered the two to be arrested. Even if Fanny pointed out that they should have fled by now if they were accomplices, Frost's attitude was still quite stiff.After confirming that he would not fix a few Death Curses on the wounded to save trouble, Fanny and Sirius left immediately.

Once manifested in the woods near the town, Sirius uttered a series of curses.

"How did such a fool survive?" he said angrily.

Fanny responded vaguely.

"Look at him, he..."

He stopped, and Fanny realized the topic just now in the sudden silence. "Oh, I saw that Frost once about two months ago. He wanted to take me back to the Ministry for questioning, so I managed to knock him out. I can't use memory charms so I don't know his memory clearly. Well, my disguise now is completely different from that then, otherwise..."

Fanny shut her mouth when Sirius grabbed one of her hands, which were cold and trembling with cold sweat.

"the first time?"

"No, not really." Fanny shook her head, "It's just that I didn't see it so clearly before."

Sirius paused. "You shouldn't have seen this."

"'You're a child' is out of date." Fanny withdrew her hand, "What's next?"

"Clean yourself up," Sirius replied, "and rest. There's nothing necessary to do for now."

Fanny felt that Sirius would ask "Are you sure you're okay?" and so on. It would be strange for him not to question her ability and status without such questions, but he really didn't ask.The two pitched the tent in silence, and there was only one bathroom, so Sirius could only clean up the blood on his body temporarily, and he didn't seem to care much about it.

Sirius always insisted that someone must look outside, Fanny said when he opened the tent door: "I was scared just now."

This is a short way of saying that Fanny couldn't move for a moment, and Sirius fought the three of them for several rounds before she attacked from her hiding place.She still remembers the flesh and blood of the victim staining the corners of her clothes as she tossed and turned, making the soles of her feet slippery, and the smell made her want to throw up.

"At least you didn't spit it out." Sirius said without turning his head, "If you weren't afraid, I would be more worried."

"I might kill you."

"That'll just save us both a little trouble."

When the voice fell, Sirius had already disappeared outside the door. Fanny looked at the tent wall in a daze for a while, then grabbed the clothes to be changed and went into the bathroom.

The rest of the day passed at a leisurely pace, with no new assignments or rushing drafts, and it was kind of like a vacation except for the fact that you had to maintain a disguise.The rare sunny weather lasted until night, and the two simply went to a Muggle campsite, had a full barbecue outside the tent, and chatted casually outside the tent.

Quiet moments like this where they didn't drive each other crazy were rare for them, and even more so now that Fanny had lost the excuse to bury her head in a pile of books to avoid communicating with him.If there were not so many more important things to worry about, she was sure that throwing her and Sirius into the same tent like this would kill at least one of them within a week.

Theoretically, the reporter should not have any more contact with Fanny after confirming the group, but less than half a month after Skeeter announced that she had caught Fanny, she moved Skeeter for the second time. That old habits die hard article.The woman clung to her again, and almost bit her head off during their third conversation.

Is there anything worse than messing with Skeeter?It is said that good luck will find itself after the most unlucky life, and Fanny thinks that sometimes she can use this kind of nonsense to comfort herself—at least her life did not get worse in the future.

Sirius was still a picky, mean and gloomy bastard, and it seemed like a day would be wasted if he didn't take the opportunity to get angry twice. Every time Fanny stayed with him, she felt that she was cultivating her own masochism.It is a miracle that the opportunity she had been waiting for to drive him out of her sight never happened. He always made it difficult and frustrating to carry out her plans, but somehow he never messed up anything. a big deal.

Another aspect she doesn't like to admit is that this guy who often makes her feel deeply that she lives in a world of dire straits does help her solve a lot of big problems.

The entire set of information transmission methods was designed by Fanny since the establishment of EYE, and Sirius improved some—according to him—inefficient and impractical aspects on the basis of that prototype.During the discussion, Fanny was laughed at so many times that she wanted to smear him with an ink bottle, but Sirius' help did make the whole system put into practice several months earlier.

Of course, there are more direct ways for Sirius to help, such as makeup.Now that Fanny has shed makeup and wigs, her disguised appearance is more convincing.

Thinking of the troubles that would accumulate if Sirius was not on hand, Fanny felt that the status quo became a little more bearable.The situation was actually quite weird, every time before the rendezvous, thinking that she had to deal with him again would make Fanny so irritable that she wanted to blow up something, but it was hard for her to imagine the situation without Sirius.

"It's not often when you smile to yourself." Sirius lay with his hands under his head, his legs crossed, lazily lying across the fire from her.What happened in the morning made Fanny have no appetite for meat, so he solved most of the barbecue just now without hesitation.

According to past experience, as long as you answer, the atmosphere will be completely destroyed within a few sentences, so Fanny just rolled her eyes and twirled the stick in her hand.The signed skewers were mushrooms found in the nearby woods. It was just a pastime for not wanting to work after a full meal. She baked it largely because Sirius said that if she didn't die of the disease by the next morning after eating If he is poisoned, he will consider eating them for breakfast - Fanny is still very confident in her ability to distinguish food.

"Reminiscing about the good times when you were in love?" Sirius obviously wouldn't give up so easily.

"Shut up, Dad," Fanny said.

They registered with the administrator under the pseudonyms of Leila and Steven Bendis, father and daughter.Regarding the fact that the administrator accepted the relationship position without any doubts, Sirius insisted that it was attributed to his current makeup being too old-fashioned-although Fanny never expressed her intention to discuss this issue.

"Stop calling me that unless you want to be called 'La La Babe,' and otherwise don't try to change the subject."

"Well, actually I was thinking of you."

"It really moved me to tears."

"Whatever you want, just don't wet my shoulders."

"Honestly," Sirius said, causing the flames to flicker with the movement of sitting up, "it's been so long, you still won't even mention his name. How much does he break your heart?"

"Maybe it's just because the word 'privacy' still exists."

"It's convincing, coming from someone who can answer every question about his sneaky past and the time of his first kiss."

"Did you never understand that when someone tells you it doesn't necessarily mean they want you to shut up?"

"Then let me shut up."

This is a big reason why Fanny and Sirius are at odds with each other, and Sirius is keen to make a vitriolic mockery of Fanny in every way, including her social life.No matter how bad the other words are, they can be called the advice of the seniors, but ever since Fanny accidentally mentioned that she has an ex-boyfriend in the other camp, Sirius has acquired a powerful attack weapon when disagreeing - it will always make people feel uncomfortable. She couldn't resist the urge to say mean things.

Fanny was later thankful that she didn't lose her mind and throw out that last name for a moment, otherwise—she thought sarcastically—the man's few remaining brains would probably explode with excitement.

Now she looked at the fire, the blue in her eyes warmed by the dancing flames.This is also the price she should have expected. People who are forced together like this, even if they want to strangle each other 90.00% of the time, they will inevitably share each other's lives.

"Draco Malfoy," she said, sure she'd regret it later.

A brief silence.

"A Malfoy?" Sirius raised his eyebrows to his hairline. "I thought Slytherin was ridiculous enough."

"Shut up now." Fanny said calmly.

"I can't believe it." It's strange that Sirius could listen to her. "First my friend and my niece, then my partner and my nephew."

Fanny raised her eyes, "Nephew?"

"My dear cousin Sissy, who is married to a pure-blood wizard, I laughed so hard when I heard that her son was given such a name." Sirius shook his head, "Tonks' mother Andromeda is also my cousin, and they are three sisters with Bellatrix Lestrange. The blood of the Black family is really attractive, isn't it?"

"Bellatrix...I met her once." Fanny blew the mushroom she was about to eat, "She is the reason why you insist on calling Mrs. Conwell 'Isa'."

"If you had such a crazy woman cousin, you would hate this name too."

"But I've heard she's called your evil female version." Fanny pointed at him with a stick.

"Just wait and see, Moonface." Sirius muttered, flicking off the tip of the stick, "So, a mixture of the two bloodlines of Black and Malfoy, and a rebellious girl from an orphanage and a non-wizard family? No Are you going to share this tragic romantic love story?"

Fanny bit off a mushroom and chewed it slowly.

Like many school sweethearts, she first met Draco at 11, and frankly it wasn't very pleasant.At that time, she had just spent 7 years in the orphanage. She had seen poverty, decay and depravity, and her hands were scarred by the struggle for survival.On the other hand, he was born noble and carefree. The concept of "felony" in his mind was not only a surname of impure blood, but also someone scratched his expensive robe.

In the six years since then, he hasn't changed much in her eyes.A lucky person with a superior family background, who thinks he is superior to others because of things that he did not fight for, childish cruelty and extreme, almost ignorant of the outside world and the resulting arrogance.Even after seeing the real darkness and death, he still had the fantasy of letting the world run as before, and ran to her at the risk of ruining everything as soon as he escaped a catastrophe, begging her to do something that she originally wanted to do. Thinking he knew exactly what he wouldn't do.

On that night when the sky was covered with thin gray-blue clouds, when Draco said "I want you to leave" in the dark alley, Fanny almost felt absurd.what do you think you are doingshe wants to ask.He could still breathe - and breathe freely as a human being without blood on it - which was the result of Dumbledore, Snape and perhaps his parents trying to protect him, and what right did he have to waste it?

But he can just brush reality aside and ignore it.His gray eyes stared at her, his flawless but powerful fingers grabbed her, and the cool body temperature penetrated through the fabric, bit by bit digging out the future she had buried long ago.She had worked so hard for it, and personally killed all its possibilities.She almost hated him when they entangled and fell under the night, the way he made her have to make such a cold analysis, and saw his expression darken.

She counted her steps as she left, and Draco's gaze left a sensitive touch on the back of her neck and shoulders, like the gentle touch of the tips of the long fingers.She could imagine how those eyes were stubbornly looking at that little hope, never giving up the possibility that she would turn back until the last moment.

Step 7, the moment his apparating voice came, she just kept busy with the things that put them on opposite sides, telling herself it was worth it.

Why is he?

"It's nothing." Fanny finally said.

Sirius curled his lips in disdain.

"What about you?" Fanny turned from defense to offense, "Is there anyone you will never forget?"

"Oh, when it comes to emotional experiences, I'm..."

"If you're going to count people who can't even remember their names in the 'emotional experience', I'd say you're emotionally poor." Fanny preempted.

"It's normal not to be able to remember everyone I've met, and this is also a great manifestation of personal charm." Sirius waved his hand as if repelling mosquitoes, "Don't interrupt. If you want to say impressive... Delia Nott. "

Members of the Order of the Phoenix can basically recite the known information about Death Eaters, and Fanny immediately noticed the surname. "A Knott? Look who was laughing at me just now. If I ask you, Delia is not a common name for people of your birth."

Sirius rolled her eyes, "Your words always remind me of those kind and friendly 'companions' I met in the Auror Division when I just graduated, treating every meeting without Black Black as a waste .'Be careful, Blake!' 'This is your aunt, Blake!'"

"Hey, I just pointed out the fact that 'the names of pure-bloods always have a lot of background'." Fanny protested half-truthfully, "Besides, maybe they just think your name is too serious. "

"Yeah, that's why everyone loves your name." Sirius didn't care about her expression, "but you're right. Delia was the illegitimate daughter of the head of the Nott family at the time, and her name was Muggle-born Married for the continuation of the lineage, a lot of extramarital lovers and mistresses are considered normal, and no one will say anything about it. Since there were no offspring for many years after marriage, Old Nott was not long after Delia was assigned to Slytherin Take her into the family."

It probably has something to do with Mrs. Nott. The news that Delia's mother was Muggle-born spread throughout the academy at a very fast speed.After taking the surname of Nott, the newly added illegitimate daughter status made Delia even more unpopular in Slytherin.Coincidentally, within two years of adopting her, Mrs. Nott gave birth to a boy, so the owner of Nott obviously didn't have much time to spend on Delia.

Delia was three grades higher than Sirius, and was known throughout the school as the Slytherin prefect who carried the schoolbag with the word "Mudblood" clearly written on it.Her acquaintance with Sirius was the old-fashioned Hero Save the Beauty, and when a few senior boys in solitary confinement were about to carve that word into Delia's face, the Marauders offered a helping hand.

Delia later told Sirius that the origin of the phrase "Mudblood" on her schoolbag was an unknown prank in her first grade, and it was certain that he would not be happy with the outcome of this act.After all attempts to remove the word failed, Delia changed it from blood red to the Slytherin colors of silver and green, and carried it to class the next day as if nothing had happened.

She did so with embarrassment and humiliation, and oddly, her fellow students seemed overwhelmed by the gesture.That day, two mixed-race students from the same school took the initiative to find her for lunch, and the pranks against her began to decrease.Then Delia became a prefect and then the head girl.She wrote the word on each of her new schoolbags, and the silver-green "Mudblood" became her label.

"Delia Nott is a descendant of the Mudbloods of Slytherin, and I would take that as a compliment."

That morning, in the auditorium beside the stadium, Delia's smile brightened the whole sky. At the age of 14, Sirius was enlightened for the first time and understood the beauty of women.

During the school days, Sirius and Delia didn't have much interaction, but that smile and the conspicuous "Mudblood" on her schoolbag were remembered by Sirius for a long time.I don't know how she did it. After graduation, she left the Nott family and went to the United States with her biological mother, and there was no news of her.

"So, this is your first love?" Fanny asked.

"That's it."

"sounds good."

"After that, Dorcas Meadows and Marlene McKinnon left a deep impression on me. They both joined the Order of the Phoenix and died in the last war. James said that I was dumped by Dorcas I made fun of it for a long time, and thanks to him, the entire Order of the Phoenix knew that Sirius Black would also be dumped one day."

When Sirius talked about the dead, he never saw much sadness and nostalgia, except for the sudden silence when some taboos were touched, his tone seemed to be gossip about those who could not meet temporarily.It seemed like his friends, brothers, and ex-girlfriends were just on different missions with him, and next week, next month, or next year, when the shit was over, they'd be hanging out with him.

"You've never met someone who made you feel... um, the future? A future you've built together." Fanny asked.

"How should I put it?" Sirius spread his hands, "Things usually don't progress to that point. A relationship of more than two months looks like a marriage to me."

"Obviously you're busy." Fanny teased.

"I appreciate and love women. Their excellent qualities attract me, and the feeling of being with different girls makes me addicted. I have never had a longer-term plan other than that." Sirius lay back to his original position again, watching Looking at the starry sky above, "Thinking about it now, I am very glad that I left them. Delia, Marlene, Dorcas...they are all brave fighters and deserve better people."

Fanny shrugged and threw a few logs into the fire, knowing that at least Marlene and Dorcas had no chance.

"Joining the Order of the Phoenix is ​​not a good job. The industry is risky and there is no salary. There is nothing except that the boss will take care of you after your merits are so great that you are on the hunting list-now even this little guarantee is not guaranteed. No more." Sirius began to ramble again, "James, Remus and other noble fellows are trying to make the world better, I'm because I have nothing else to do... and some people maybe because I have nothing else to do." Choose. What are you for?"

"Well, because it's fun?"

Sirius was a little uninterested, so Fanny proposed to rest early for tomorrow's task.She was on duty in the middle of the night as usual, and she kept thinking about the previous topic before changing shifts, thinking that she might have difficulty falling asleep.

In a way, Fanny even expected this to happen, but the truth was that she burrowed into her sleeping bag, cleared her mind effortlessly, and fell asleep almost immediately.