Remembering Me

I, Sirius Orion Black, hereby make the following testament: upon my death, Harry James Potter shall inherit all property under my name (including the ancestral home of the Black family inherited).I designate Albus Percy

Uh, what's Dumbledore's full name?

I have to admit that it was a bit embarrassing: nervous about making a will, throwing a wad of paper on the floor for something that can be explained in two sentences, and finally forgetting the name of the intended executor.

Forget it, ask Remus tomorrow, he will definitely remember such "important" knowledge.

No, later today.I looked at the clock next to me and made myself a small correction.

One by one the wads of paper curled and burned in the fire, and I kicked and considered whether to leave a few words in the margins for Harry and the others, something like "I know you miss me but don't rush to meet me Reunion" etc.

Then the warm touch of the night wind reminded me that the window was open.I glanced at the hand that was still on the window frame in surprise, and while thinking about my reasons for doing so, I realized that I had already looked out the window.

There is a person on the side of the road.

Usually at this point, there may be homeless or drunk people in the square. They usually pass by with their heads down or looking around.But under the dim light of the street lamp, the person standing still raised his head and looked in my direction with certainty.

No. 12, Grimmauld Place, does not exist in the eyes of Muggles—it should be said that everyone who is not allowed by the Fidelity Charm.

I have to figure it out.

He changed into his robes, put away his wand, and walked downstairs with light steps.When I touched the doorknob, an alarm bell rang somewhere in my brain, and I almost broke out in a cold sweat.

Damn, am I fucking planning to go out?

Of course I wanted to get out, and for almost a year I had hardly any other desires.I've always believed that I'd blow off that carved gate at some point of insufficiency, running down the road at such a frantic pace that my lungs would explode with free air.

But it's not like that. Taking care of yourself and pulling the door for granted is like going out to buy cakes on a peaceful day.

Maybe some sort of enchantment spell that could be cast on a specific individual and bypass the old house's cascading protection spells.If the Death Eaters had really mastered this method, there would be no security whatsoever in this HQ.In fact they can get naysayers out of anywhere.

Including Hogwarts.

My intuition tells me that there is no danger outside the door, and the experience of dealing with magic for 35 years tells me that it is best not to trust my intuition, it is too easy to be tampered with.

With that in mind, I left a warning sign by the door, opened it and walked out.

When I took the first breath of fresh and warm air, I was really startled and broke out in a cold sweat. I subconsciously wanted to go back to the door, but was stopped by the soft sound of the door closing behind me.At this point, all I could do was put my hands in my pockets as unobtrusively as possible, congratulating myself that I still had the will to wear my wand.

The uninvited guest was standing a few steps in front of me, and it was already recognizable as a thin woman.With her back to the dim light of the street lamps, she seems to be holding her hands in her sleeves in an odd position, and I can only vaguely see the colorful prints on her layered dress—quite a typical gypsy style.The sound of her voice when she spoke next gave me a vague guess.

"Your willpower is strong."

"Thank you." I tugged at the corners of my mouth, and heard the throbbing of my temples subside.

After standing relatively still for a while, I could feel her eyes looking up and down, maybe she was doing an assessment or something.That might be a bit of a bad thing if that's the case, I didn't drink much tonight, but I've probably been looking like a bum these days.

"Are you afraid of me?" The quiet mezzo-soprano smiled.

I made a gesture that was somewhere between noncommittal and affirmative, and walked towards her.

Matching my steps, she turned to face the light so I could see her face when we stood facing each other again.It was a face I knew so well, because she was the exact same Jessica—or another Jessica, I didn't know her gypsy name, after all.

"You're her mother, right?" I asked. "Another Jessica?"

This Jessica's long dark hair was loosely scattered, and her full red lips formed a perfect arc.It's easy to understand why Jess' father was fascinated by her at a close distance. This woman has a wilderness-like temperament, full of alienation and fatal attraction.

"Serafina." She said her name. "How did she mention me to you? An irresponsible mother?"

"Actually, I think she adores you."

Serafina's expression was shaken, but she didn't look surprised: "Silly girl."

"She wants to be like you." I could hear the bitterness in my voice.

"I left her to John's parents, hoping they would give her a faith. But then John told me that he failed." Serafina's smile looked sad, "She just wanted to go this way."

"Have you thought about going back and being with them?" I whispered. "That might make all the difference."

"all the time."

She just can't.Jessica said.

"She feels that something is going to happen, something bad about her fate." I said tentatively, not thinking that the person in front of me just came to see me.

"That kid was always sharp." She looked at me. "Do you love her?"

It was a question that caught me off guard, and I recalled Jessica's calm voice, the way her fingers held the bottle, and the mischievous twinkle in her eyes before answering.

"Yes."

Relatively speaking, the next question is much easier.

"What can you do for her?"

"I could die for her."

Serafina shook her head.

"That's the easy part—the easiest." Her round earrings swayed slightly with the movement of her head. "There are many reasons you can give your life... but some things only love can do. For example, Have you ever imagined a future for her?"

While I was still in a daze, Serafina withdrew her gentle expression, and the direct gaze of her black pupils made me feel for a moment that I was being judged by some kind of god.Then her hand emerged from the sleeve for the first time, and stretched out in front of me, holding a horizontal set of Tarot cards in her palm.

The hands were retracted, and the tarot cards were suspended between us out of thin air.Under Serafina's gaze, my hand picked up a stack of cards with volition, put it in the direction close to Serafina, and picked up another stack from this stack, and placed it on the Get close to your location.

As soon as my hand left the edge of the cards, the three stacks in front of me were combined again in a different order, rotated 90 degrees clockwise.

A sense of fateful pressure hit me, I swallowed, drew a card, and turned the card to myself.

The towering tower was destroyed by lightning, and two people fell from the collapse.

My finger painted with crimson lightly touched the top edge of the card, and it suddenly burned between my fingers without leaving a trace.I was taken aback and recovered from my fascination.

Serafina put her hands and the rest of the cards back into her sleeves again, and the sculptural face showed a sorrow deeper than crying.

Thinking about what was going on, I turned around and walked back to the old house.As I went upstairs I remembered that I hadn't even said goodbye to her, and when I got back to my room and closed the open window, she was still standing there.

Serafina looked up, so I waved.

When Remus rushed straight into my room the next morning, frightened by the warning sign at the door, everything that happened in the early morning has become as vague and insignificant in my memory as going out to buy cakes.