Remembering Me

"It's so gratifying to see such a bright white ceiling." I twisted my neck with difficulty, and grinned at Remus who eagerly raised his head from behind the newspaper, "This is not the first thing I imagined to say in the afterlife." words."

"How do you feel?" Usually his concerned eyes always make me feel numb.

Attempts to move my arms, legs, and shrugs all failed, and I honestly replied, "Can't move."

"You 'died' once before."

"For some reason I'm not surprised at all."

Remus gave me the slightly annoyed look he'd had when he caught me and James throwing my head on a boomerang or something, and we both laughed at him for making that look. A "fatherly face".

"Okay, what the hell happened after I got knocked out by my beautiful and loyal cousin?"

"Kingsley went on to fight Bellatrix, and Dumbledore took control on the other side. I checked and found you were not breathing or had a pulse, and it turned out that Harry was running towards Bellatrix before I could stop her." Kex rushed over. I wanted to follow but was stopped by Dumbledore. He asked me to take you away first, so I don't know what happened afterwards. In short, Harry was brought back to Hogwarts without incident. tz."

"What about the rest?"

"The kids are all right, Ron and Hermione were a little bit badly hurt, but are all well now. Kingsley, Tonks and Moody spent time at St. Mungo's and are now out. You're the only one A man in a hospital bed. You were in a coma for a month, Sirius."

This is unexpected data.Because of a stun spell, great.

I stare at Remus.

"Jessica was only slightly injured," he said slowly. "As soon as it was over she disappeared for a week, not even going to St. Mungo's. Said there was work to be done."

"She was still in disguise when she showed up, maybe she was called here in the middle of the business. I hope this didn't cause her too much trouble." I said.

Silence lasted for a while.

"After that, she came every day for three consecutive weeks, from the beginning to the end of the visiting time. Now even Harry knows her very well." Remus looked at my expression and suppressed a smile, and became serious again, "A few days She left when she received news that her mother was critically ill."

I frowned: "Mother is critically ill?"

"There is no news yet." Remus nodded, his expression a little heavy.

The scene opposite Serafina came to my mind for the first time since that night, and I had a hunch that it had something to do with some kind of weakening of power.I tried to remember what I felt when I fell, until my head started hurting.

"When I was knocked down, was there anything weird around me?" Thinking of the brain with tentacles in that room, the hourglass with things falling up, and the clock that kept throwing itself down, I corrected my words, " I mean it's weird."

"There is a curtain." Remus looked a little uncomfortable. "In fact, the place where you fell is only half a step away from it. If you fell backward instead of sideways, you would fall into it. I Hearing voices coming from inside when Harry and I went over to pull you away made me feel a little... ominous."

"Then you found out I was dead?"

"You're not dead." Remus emphasized, as if he felt that I would suddenly fall dead if I didn't do this. "It was true that you were not breathing and your heart was beating, but Dumbledore seemed to find something after checking and asked me to take you to the hospital. Arrived at St. Mungo's, placed in a quiet ward. After about an hour, your vital signs gradually recovered. I think you may be under some spell that will cause a suspended animation situation."

"I don't think dear Bella would mess things up so much," I muttered, remembering the voice I heard, "Anyone know what's behind that curtain?"

"I don't know. I can only confirm that it is very old, and there are no obvious traces of black magic."

I was lost in thought, but it didn't last long, and soon I couldn't stand Remus' suppressed expression.

"What news?"

"Is there anything else you want to ask?" His tone was strange.

Before my impatience fully showed, he held up the newspaper he was reading in front of me, the big headlines in black and bold font were quite eye-catching.

Sirius - not as dark as always thought?

Minister of Magic Fudge Connelly admitted: "We got the wrong guy."

Those who are educated may say, Everycloud has as silverlining (meaning that the sun and the moon are seen from the clouds, and it also means that things have two sides).

After a whole group of Ministry of Magic officials witnessed Voldemort's true face with their own eyes, Fudge's whitewashing lies were self-defeating, and the work of the Order of the Phoenix was easier to do at the level of public opinion. The Guardians are in a mess.Today there seems to be a ghost in Yorkshire, and tomorrow Manchester seems to have a few dementors walking around. Tonks disappeared for several hours after receiving a report of a hysterical black wizard attack. The lonely Mrs. Jameson chatted all afternoon.

"I'd rather throw away my wand and get rid of 10 body-binding spells than get rid of her!" she said angrily afterwards.

The real nerve-wracking part is that no one knows how much of it is true, for example according to Tonks when the rumor that the Brockdale Bridge broke in two first appeared a lot of people took it as a joke, but were sent out to do it The Auror from the routine inspection came back with a pale face.

This is just one example, and the disclosure of the facts has also led to the actions of the opposing camp becoming more and more unscrupulous.Two members of the Order of the Phoenix were killed one after another, and supernatural incidents with heavy casualties occurred one after another in the Muggle world.

Together Harry and Dumbledore shed their notoriety as liars, one returned to being the acclaimed "Chosen Boy", one regained all his old reputations and was asked to be Minister of Magic for countless times - the result was, of course. He declined again.

The flood of leaks about the boys at the Ministry of Magic, and weeks of speculation about the prophecy, made me a little curious.

Harry came in twice the weekend after I woke up, and he seemed preoccupied, and not just because he had put his friends in danger.He was still unwilling to tell me what happened, and Ron Hermione, who came with him, didn't know either. Judging from the fact that he obediently agreed to go back to his uncle and aunt's house for a while, he was really frightened by something.

Compared with the tense big picture, the part about me is just a small corner of the news that is rolling in, most of which can be defined as good news.

The Minister for Magic - the ex-Minister by now - cleared me of murder before stepping down, grudgingly making a public apology and, by the way, giving me legal Animagus status as compensation.Theoretically, I should now be a legally free wizarding citizen, so two hours after the decision was made I was out shopping to celebrate my survival.

Not a good idea even by my low standards.I bought a large number of the most expensive colorful robes in the tailor's shop, visited every shop in Diagon Alley door-to-door and brought gifts to everyone I knew, and went to the best hotel in London to eat. pause.In the end, I came to the conclusion that just the fact of walking in the sun as I am is going to make my back hurt.

For half a day, in every corner of Diagon Alley, the most suitable angle for the Auror to attack and take me down was calculated in my head, and whenever there was any change in the surroundings, I had to pinch my palm hard to restrain it The urge to shapeshift and hide under something—thinking back in my youth I still laughed out loud at stories of war veterans lying down on the street at the sound of jackhammers.

What's even more interesting is that after hours of shopping, I was halfway through my macaroni dinner when the restaurant was surrounded by Muggle police - Fudge apparently accidentally forgot that I was also quite famous in the Muggle world .

After I was discharged from the hospital, I lived in Remus’s old air-drained house until the new house was selected and the troublesome handover procedures were completed. On the night I moved in, Tonks held a “prelude party”. For some reason, someone mentioned Az Caban, before I woke up, everyone's eyes were on me. I really wanted to plunge into my own grave.

But of course things always get better over time, I guess.

The reason why Tonks' party is called "prelude" is naturally because the main event is later.Harry was picked up at the Burrow two weeks into the summer holidays, and the next night everyone was invited to a very sumptuous dinner with a party, and it was a rare turnout.The cloudy sky made Molly a little worried, but the Burrow's capacity was limited, so the dinner table was still placed in the yard.

With George and Fred all you have to worry about is that the atmosphere may be too lively, they now have a joke shop, and by the time the third course is served Molly has had enough of it to announce that any products of Weasley's magic tricks are banned in within the range of The Burrow.

By the time dessert arrived the party had completely trumped dinner and Molly finally gave up her rant about getting everyone to eat well.Remus and I, who consider ourselves past the carnival age, were sniggering and watching maturely, glad to see Harry looking more relaxed and happier than ever, until he was kicked hard in the calf.

"Ouch! What do you think you're doing, Nymphadora?"

"It's Tonks!" My niece gave me a vicious wink across the yard, pulled me up and sat me down politely.

Yeah, I know, Jessica just left the dinner table quietly and - almost - completely unnoticed, she obviously has a special skill to eliminate her presence.But I seriously doubt that Tonks did this only because the position was opposite Remus, who suddenly froze as if the newcomer on the opposite side was Medusa-this time will not be boring.

If I was walking well and was suddenly slapped from behind, I would probably throw an elbow straight away, so I thought about how to show my existence for a while, maybe it would be a good idea to clear my throat.

Jessica stopped, so I walked right up to her and her hand slipped into mine.This was the first time, but it fit so well that neither of us could react.

The path was so narrow that it was difficult for two of us to walk side by side. The overgrown shrubs and grass on the side of the road kept rubbing against our trouser legs. Fortunately, we were not wearing robes.All the way to the simple Quidditch pitch surrounded by apple orchards on the mountainside, Jessica let go of my hands and sat down on the soft grass, and I sat down beside her.