Wild child

This is an ordinary small square with a fountain pool and sculptures in the center, and there are not too many pedestrians coming and going on and around the square.There is nothing special about the town where the square is located, just because it is said that a certain well-known guy was born here, and some passing tourists often stop for a while to see the boring introduction of the former residence.

Because of this, the middle-aged people sitting under the umbrellas at the side of the square naturally won't attract any attention.His appearance is as inconspicuous as this town, his broad face gives the impression of honesty and honesty, but if you look closely, you will find a little elegance in his leisurely posture, and vigilance in his casual expression.If someone likes to watch TV and newspapers and has a good memory, he will be shocked by the true face of this ordinary man-he is a rare guy who has a high rate of appearance in both societies.

Sirius looked at the big clock on the tower next to him. He had already arrived for 10 minutes. Under normal circumstances, it would take another half an hour for Fanny to arrive.This is commonplace for the two of them during their journeys. After arriving at a new place, they will act separately, use a protective spell on the Muggle living areas along a certain route, and then meet at a certain landmark after completion.Fanny was always slower than him, at first it was because she was not proficient, and later she was trying to convince herself not to throw him away—yes, he understood it quite well, but now the time was getting longer and longer, so he had to explain that it was her Has completely developed a bad habit.She is not a person who cannot concentrate, but she always wanders into interesting shops from time to time, stops to listen to a street performer's performance, or more commonly, snaps a shutter on something.

To be honest, Sirius had to admit that the camera was a magical and multifunctional thing, just as he understood the watch and the coin that Fanny never left, he also understood its importance to Fanny.Intermittently, though, the amount of time she spends with that camera still worries him a little.

Half an hour later, Sirius returned to the small cafe with flowers at the door next door, refilled his coffee and ordered milk ice cream with nuts, and cast a cooling spell on it so that it would not melt before Fanny arrived.

An hour later, he began to feel a little anxious, writing a draft to reprimand Fanny again.

Two hours later, the ice cream was almost completely liquid, Sirius jumped up from his seat, and ran in the opposite direction of Fanny's original route in horror.

A place five or six blocks away was cordoned off, and one wall of each of the two houses inside the line collapsed.The troublemakers began to disperse, leaving only a dozen or so people scattered around.They were either in shock or weeping bitterly or comforting each other, as if they were the masters of the house.The surrounding policemen were talking about this matter in confusion, and strange phrases like "gas explosion" and "postal parcel bomb" occasionally floated in, but none of them could reach Sirius' ears.

Of course he recognized this obvious trace of magic. After trying to calm himself down, he asked a few policemen about the situation - of course they would not be so cooperative, so Sirius used a few confusion spells to make those people think he was It's a higher-level investigator, and no one cares about confidentiality treaties these days.The information we got was that about one and a half hours before the incident, the ruins had been cleared up and no casualties were found.

Sirius calmed down a bit, and planned to start investigating clues in the surrounding area, but he found that it was unnecessary.

Over a house not far away, the Dark Mark loomed sullenly over the heads of the unconscious.Sirius quickly locked on to the target and searched, and then found something behind the corner of the house that made his breathing stop: a small black satin bag half the size of a palm, with a small line of "TomyFanny" on the edge of the same color shining faintly in the setting sun. Light.

Even though she raised her eyelids, Fanny still felt that her eyes were dark.She was lying on her side on a damp and hard stone slab, the air she was breathing was foul and foul, and it smelled like she was underground.Her whole body was in terribly painful pain, especially her back. Fanny moved her hands and feet lightly, and gasped when she realized her wrists were tightly bound.

"She's awake!" came a familiar voice, Fanny didn't remember who it was for a moment, "Are you okay, Fanny?"

Something seems wrong.Fanny sat up slowly, and the owner of the voice made a series of noises and quickly moved over to help her. Given that the two had similar vision, what he did was actually aggravate the pain in Fanny's back to prevent her from getting up, but that The joy and enthusiasm are palpable.

"It seems that the harassing horses here don't like to haunt you like they do with me." This time it was Fanny's erratic voice that would never be mistaken, "Why are you here, Fanny?"

Fanny finally came to her senses: she clearly remembered that she was acting as Victoria before she fell into a coma, but now both Luna and the owner of the voice called her by her name accurately.

This is really... too bad, in every sense of the word.

Fanny shook her head, convinced that the back of her head was swollen.After carefully moving her back muscles to relieve the pain, she gritted her teeth and put her tied hands under her hips, passed her legs between her arms like a reverse skipping rope, and switched her hands to her body. I checked my belongings.Of course, the wand was taken away, but everything else was still there.The time on the watch showed that about three hours should have passed since she fell into a coma. She twisted the watch cover on her left wrist a few times, and turned the minute hand three times in the opposite direction.A few fluorescent points on the pointer suddenly lit up, making the surrounding environment faintly recognizable.

Luna, Dean and the wand maker Ollivander, who had been missing for a long time, looked at her in the darkness. Luna and Ollivander's faces, which were so thin that only their eyes were left, were a little scary in the faint fluorescent light. No matter what kind of place this is, the owner must not have a good habit of delivering meals on time.There are many scars on the faces of several people. It is estimated that they have suffered a lot in the past few months.

The guy who eagerly prevented her from getting up was Dean. He had the most scars and was the newest, and he was in good spirits. Seeing that Fanny was fine, he asked a long series of questions, from how did Fanny get in to the outside? How is the battle going.In contrast, Luna was still in a trance, and seemed to pay more attention to the troublemaker than when the rescuers came, while Ollivander was leaning against the wall without moving. .

Fanny made up a set of lies about being caught after being evacuated abroad for a few months, and then dealt with Dean, and finally had time to ask about the current situation.

"This is the dungeon of Malfoy's house." Disappointed because he didn't get the new news he wanted, Dean's attitude became much colder, "They killed our companions, Griphook and I—"

"Griph?"

"It's me." A hoarse and rude voice came from the shadows.

Suddenly, a dark face with a pointed beard appeared, and Fanny was startled.Then she realized that it was the goblin that had been with Tad Tonks in his lifetime, the long-legged fellow who made a smart look, but somehow Fanny didn't like him at all.

"Why did they lock you up here?" Fanny asked.

"I don't know. We were only arrested in the middle of the night last night. They haven't called us in for interrogation yet, but if they do, they will immediately find out that Griphook and I know nothing and are worthless." Ann sounded disheartened, but obviously restrained herself from showing too much fear, "People of my background can only wait for them to get bored and catch one to kill them to relieve their boredom."

"They won't kill us. They don't know how to deal with a Bubble Snot attack, and my dad won't help them if I die," Luna interjected.

Fanny and Dean were dumbfounded for a while.

"Well, the Malfoys, huh?" Dean's strange glance made Fanny realize her unnecessary emphasis, and she added, "Who have you met so far?"

"Not much. The Malfoy gang, that black cow named Bella, and the ones who got me in," Dean replied.

"Most Death Eaters have been here, and You-Know-Who...has been here a few times," Ollivander said hoarsely, shuddering at the mention of Voldemort.

"Hmm..." Fanny was thoughtful, and put her hands down in front of her body. The rest of the people didn't notice that she was holding a hard object tightly through the fabric of her pocket.

The fluorescence of the watch began to dim again. In the darkness, only the sound of each other's breathing could be heard. The silence lasted for a while, and was broken by a stomach buzzing from someone who didn't know.

"How long has it been since you guys ate?" Fanny asked.

"They bring food down once a day. Sometimes it will be longer, like this time, when the food delivery person will grab one of the prisoners and torture him." Luna replied, and Dean looked even more uncomfortable. .

Fanny then began to tap on the old watch, and the hands lit up again, and several paper bags fell to the ground with a few clatters.The oozing food aroma caused stomach buzzing to resound throughout the dungeon. Even Luna fixed her eyes on a few bags, and Ollivander also stood up.

"No money." Fanny made a "please" gesture.

There was a loud noise, and all the paper bags left their original positions. The sound of greedy chewing and swallowing gave Fanny the illusion that she had returned to the Hogwarts auditorium at meal time. She made another pot of pumpkin juice to save a few people Choke yourself to death.Hunger was always with her when she was a child, so she will always have food around her when she has the conditions.Limited to the level of Transfiguration, it is impossible for her to create a perfect traceless expansion spell like Draco or Hermione, but it is still possible to hide some food and drink in the watch.

Fanny tried to hold on to that little smugness, to dissipate the heavy pressure in her stomach.

"Huh, isn't it wet?" Dean raised his head from the burger and poked Fanny, grunting with difficulty.

"...I came in after eating." Fanny guessed what Dean meant.

So Dean's face was put back in the hamburger. Judging from the greedy eating, he was also hungry when he fled.

The food stored in Fanny's watch is enough to meet the needs of several people for a meal, but the long-term accumulation of hunger is difficult to satisfy. After learning that Fanny has no more food to provide, the prisoners all expressed disappointment.Fanny couldn't care less now, she took off the watch and handed it to Luna, asking her to put it away properly.

"Will it help me fend off the harassing gadfly?" Luna asked with wide silver eyes.

"It's possible, you can try." Fanny replied.She rubbed her empty wrist unaccustomed to it, where there was an obvious light-colored mark in the sun during the running.It was also Sirius's idea, and they both chose one or two personal items with powerful locating spells attached, which can be activated without a wand when needed, and she activated the spell on the watch when she took out the food just now.

Luna nodded and put the watch in her pocket.Fanny didn't know if she had guessed the meaning of the watch, but her intuition told her that even though she always looked in a trance, Luna was more reliable than Dean at this time.

Both Ollivander and Luna hadn't seen the sun for at least three months, and Dean began to try to inspire them by describing the limited circumstances he knew.Fanny wasn't in the mood to do that, and now she had to worry about how she would get through this time.

After separating from Sirius, Fanny's original plan was the same as the previous few times: cast a protective spell, take some photos, and leave.Then, as so often does, her plans go awry.

Just as she was squatting in the corner and changing the angle to take pictures of a family's well-kept flower garden, there was a sound of cracking and shouting from a nearby house.Fanny concealed herself subconsciously, and there was no extra noise, which sounded like a daily accident—except for the part where she felt the malicious magic power fluctuation.

Before Fanny could make up her mind how to act, a girl about three or four years old with pigtails ran out of the yard, crying sharply.After seeing the hooded figure pacing out behind her, a series of actions took place in an instant: the Death Eater's wand slowly spun around in his hand, and the tip pointed at the girl who had just been discharged from the hospital. Little girl, Fanny threw the camera and satin bag into the nearby bushes with one hand, and raised her wand with the other hand and said, "Little girl is flying."

The little girl was spared from her original fate, but the direction she flew in clearly exposed Fanny's position, and that momentum even caused Fanny to stumble and fall.The bad news is that there is no sign of magical power on the child. The Death Eaters chased after him without slow reaction. "Still kicking and pedaling to increase the difficulty for her.

After an unbalanced obstacle curse flew into the sky, Fanny felt someone hit her back hard with a large hammer, and her limbs suddenly went numb.If there's any good news, it's that it's not a stun spell. Fanny swiped her wand back as she fell to the ground: "The house is collapsing!"

The booming sound resounded around, and Fanny pointed her wand at the little girl who was about to cry out from the fall: "Legiliency!"

A strange sense of control came, and when she heard the little girl say "Mrs. Conwell's house" in a choked voice without ups and downs, Fanny squeezed the little girl's hand and the things that had just been stuffed into her hand twice, pregnant. Once it was empty, the child whirled and disappeared.

The wand slipped from her already completely unconscious fingertips. Whether it was a spell or countless falling rocks, Fanny lost consciousness. The last thought was that she would probably regret it.

Well, you guessed it.

Fanny had no intention of trading her life for a stranger, whether it was a little girl or a murderer.She knew what the good people said: that the choices each man makes in a split second reveal who he is.And now that she was sitting in the dungeon of Malfoy Manor covered in bruises, she was indeed not at all happy to find out that she was actually a good person.

Now that the Unbreakable Vow has been made, Fanny is not worried about EYE or Sirius, she quietly leans against the wall, letting the cold touch ease the pain in her back, while thinking about the spells she knows.

Cruciatus, separation of flesh and blood, whipping curse, unarmor curse, burning curse... She imagined what they would do to herself.

The best case scenario is that the Death Eaters are busy with other things and don't have time to take care of her for a day or two, but this is unlikely. After several large-scale suppressions, the activities of the rebels have gone underground. Recently, there is probably nothing to do. So distracting that they don't have time to clean up the head of a magazine that's causing them a lot of trouble.

The worst situation……

Before Fanny could completely suppress her fear, the door of the dungeon opened.

A figure came down from the small door above the steps. Fanny almost recognized the person she didn't want to see at the moment when the corner of her robe appeared, and almost let out an audible sigh.

"Come here." Draco pointed to Fanny coldly.

"What are you going to do?" Dean yelled.

Fanny patted Dean to calm him down, while she honestly tried to get up and move towards Draco.Her still-feeling hands and feet made it difficult for her to keep her balance, and she staggered past Draco as she made her way down, and when she was a foot from the first step Draco grabbed her, looking In a gesture of impatience, Fanny could feel at least half of her weight shifting onto Draco.

The swipe was stealthy and sophisticated, and Draco's expression could be described as grim, with only his gray eyes giving away his emotion.He looked even paler than he had been in sixth grade, with sunken cheeks, and even in this state Fanny couldn't stop thinking about what he had been through these past few months.

The two walked slowly and wobbly, and Fanny was more inclined to think that it was because they missed touching each other so much that they missed it like crazy, rather than her own inconvenience.Draco put one arm around her shoulder, and the other hand tightly held her hand that was close to him. The cool body temperature came from a steady stream. For a moment, Fanny almost wanted to stay in this cold dungeon corridor forever. middle.

Now is not the time to get out of hand.Fanny - sharply - warned herself, and then said, with a little muffled draft and as menacingly as possible, "What do you think you're doing?"

"I miss you so much." Draco said in the same muffled voice, but his tone was terribly hot, "I miss you so much."

Fanny froze.Fortunately, after these words came out, Draco finally regained his senses. He realized Fanny's situation, and his voice became tense and dry: "Is that true?"

Fanny knew what he was referring to: the gold coin he had just now might have ironed through his robe, and there would be a line of small words on it—someone would come to rescue him within two days at most, and stay in his room.

"Really, the whole sentence," she hissed, which wasn't entirely true, and it's unknown how powerful the concealment spell at Malfoy Mansion was, but—"Think of your parents, dare to try."

Then the eyes suddenly lit up, Draco put more force on his hand, and Fanny staggered two steps forward and fell forward.It didn't hurt to fall, and it didn't make any noise. The carpet here is of sufficient quality.Fanny snorted and covered her shoulders, struggling to sit up.

There were five or six people in the living room, three of them looked down at her not far away, the leader was the dark-skinned and thick-eyed Bellatrix Lestrange, who was squinting at Fanny haughtily, with a smile hanging from the corner of her mouth. A cruel yet pleasant smile.The two to her left were blonde and light-skinned, and from the distance between them and their obvious resemblance to Draco's appearance, one could guess that they were Draco's parents, Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy.Lucius raised his eyebrows slightly when he saw Fanny clearly, and quickly returned to his inscrutable expression.

Fanny blinked.

Long live the parent time, yay.

The author has something to say:

Does anyone remember the private setting that Muggles can't appear as followers mentioned earlier... yes, it's for this setting.