HP Dear Miss Freak - Chapter 213

    “Christmas, remember to be merry.”

    Sirius saw an unfamiliar face in the double-sided mirror.

    It is hard to imagine what the godfather would have done had Aberforth not given the news that all three children were safe.

    But not so well.

    Harry and the others were almost caught by the raiders in Hogsmeade, but fortunately Aberforth stepped in to help cover in time, and the double-sided mirror seemed to be lost in the melee.

    This also shows that the three of them have finally fallen to the point of wandering and fleeing.

     Fortunately, they didn’t quarrel, didn’t they? At least Ron didn’t go to Bill and Fleur’s Shell Cottage over the Christmas break. Sylvia didn’t know if they had any little friction, but without the locket, there was a lot less trouble.

    “How long has it been since Harry?” Sirius asked.

    “His Patronus came and said they were all right.” Sylvia said with relief.

    “But they are now…” Sirius couldn’t finish his sentence, just sighed in a decadent way, “Am I still in the mood to hang something on the Christmas tree?”

    Accurately, no one is in this mood. The only thing in the house reminding Sylvia that it was the holidays was Molly’s dinner. Although this Christmas meal wasn’t as hearty as it used to be, it was appealing enough.

    Everyone in the Order of the Phoenix has been transferred from the Burrow to the house of Aunt Muriel. Sylvia remembered being told a good deal on her first visit. Just the few highlights on her head were repeated several times, like “You don’t suit red, girl, I don’t know how ugly you’d look in a Gryffindor uniform”.

    “You can refer to how ugly it is for me and Fred to be together, especially when he’s wearing that red dragon leather jacket.”

    Sylvia would love to answer that.

    But please believe that the usual relationship is very good.

    “Sit down you.” Sylvia helped Sirius open a chair so that her irritable uncle could take a seat.

    “Fortunately Harry and the others didn’t go back to school.” Molly said with a frown, “I can’t believe what they did at Hogwarts…”

    “We’re fine, Mom.” Ginny said briskly, sitting next to Sylvia, “D.A is growing, and Death Eaters don’t really want to control Hogwarts!”

    “You shouldn’t break into Snape’s office.” Molly said, but she didn’t mean to accuse, and her eyes were more distressed.

    “You really shouldn’t.” Fred grinned broadly and joined the table, “Is he sent to the Forbidden Forest to play with Hagrid?”

    Ginny laughed too and gave her brother a high-five.

    “Snape is really cruel, isn’t it?” George also smiled and sat down, “You can’t go to Hogsmeade anymore! You can’t admire the dementors all over the street again!”

    “Okay!” Molly stopped the two of them from joking, even though it made the mood much better.

    “Let’s laugh! Ginny!” Fred raised his hand dashingly, “I dare say the happier you laugh, the uglier Snape’s face will be.”

    “It won’t make people laugh, right? Then he’d better make it clear.” George raised his eyebrows, “Umbridge’s tricks are really useful, aren’t they? “

    “They have reverted to the old Umbridge rules,” said Ginny nonchalantly. “Student assemblies of three or more and any informal student associations are now prohibited.”

    “I can’t imagine what else they want to do.” Bill sneered and Fleur sat next to his mother.

    “Don’t worry.” Arthur said and sat down, “Ginny knows what she’s doing.”

    Leonie and Li sat down on Sylvia’s left hand, and the dark-skinned girl naturally put on Sylvia’s shoulder: “Merry Christmas.”

    Sylvia turned her face slightly and got closer.

    “Thank you, he’s home.” Leoni said softly.

    Sylvia blinked and said “Grindelwald”.

    Leonie didn’t say anything, just patted Sylvia on the back with a smile, and turned to talk to Li.

    The members of the Order of the Phoenix also took their seats one after another. Except for the absence of Dora, who was a little older in the month, and Remus, who took care of her, the entire table was full.

    Today is Christmas.

    Christmas Eve with family and Christmas with everyone in the Order of the Phoenix. Is it to thank Voldemort? His presence seems to give this festival a more extraordinary and warmer meaning.

    Sylvia looked at everyone, laughed too, turned her head and joined in the silly jokes of the twins.

    This seems to be a very beautiful picture, which makes everyone’s face swept away temporarily and filled with a little smile. Everyone seems to tacitly forget about the danger and enjoy this significant Christmas.

    If anyone can’t hide the bitterness in his heart, then Sirius can be said to be very obvious.

    Sylvia of course noticed, and sat down beside him after dinner.

    “What are you doing?” Sirius gave her a sideways glance.

    “Sit.” Sylvia looked at herself, as if confirming the answer, and then looked at him.

    “Don’t make this expression.” Sirius turned to look at her, and hurriedly looked away, “Don’t show that you are very considerate and want to come and accompany you. Poor uncle’s expression.”

    “I didn’t say anything.” Sylvia shrugged.

    She didn’t say anything, but her uncle could feel everything.

    “I’m worried about Harry, but I’m fine.” Sirius waved his hand nonchalantly.

    “I didn’t ask anything.” Sylvia raised her hand and spoke.

     Sirius was silent for a while, then looked at her: “Then… do you want to go out for a walk?”

    “Let’s go then.”

    Sylvia gave her hand to Sirius without thinking, and let him Apparate with him. In the blink of an eye, the slightly pilling carpet under Sylvia’s feet turned into a path covered with thick snow.

    “Where is this?” Sylvia shrank her neck subconsciously, and put her hands in her pockets.

    “You haven’t been here before.” Sirius looked forward and said with a bit of disappointment, “This is Godric’s Hollow.”

    Sylvia was silent and just followed his gaze to the village ahead. The weather is not bad today, and you can see a beautiful starry sky. The houses on both sides of the alley were lit up with Christmas decorations, and seeing the happy people in the windows made the girls forget what kind of troubled times they were in.

    “Let’s go.” Sirius said and took the lead.

    Sylvia hurried to keep up.

    “You may not know…you may know…” Sirius raised his head and lowered his head suddenly, as if he could not find a comfortable position, “Harry…”

    Sylvia did not speak, the best choice at this moment is to look at him and be his best listener.

    “Harry’s home is here.” When Sirius said “home”, there was light in his eyes.

    They soon reached the center of the village, and they could see a war memorial-like building on this square, half-hidden behind the Christmas tree in the wind, surrounded by colorful lights.

    “Then you should be familiar with this area, right?” Sylvia asked pretending to be brisk.

    “Of course.” Sirius said, looking slightly surprised, as if he should have said this answer in a more proud tone. But he seemed to recover quickly, pointing to the store not far away: “Look, I remember there was a very delicious bakery there, and I used to change Muggle coins for it.”

    “Can I go take a look?” Sylvia asked tentatively, “Harry’s house?”

     Sirius’s hand froze in the air, and after a brief pause, he slowly retracted it. “Let’s go.” He pulled out a smile, “I originally wanted to go see it.”

    “Sirius…may I ask?” She asked tentatively, “Have you been here since?”

    “No.” He answered quickly, as if he was afraid of Sylvia’s further questioning, and at the same time quickened his pace, “I remember right here…”

    Sylvia catches up again.

    “This road, I will never forget how to go in the next life.” Sirius muttered to himself. He didn’t know how bleak his back looked at the moment, he didn’t know that Sylvia was following behind him, and he wanted to hug him a few times.

    “It’s here…” Sirius stopped, took a deep breath, took a small step forward with his left foot, but immediately shrank back. He stood there like a statue, his face even uglier than under the spell.

    Sylvia looked at the house, the house whose entire right side was blown up. The hedge in front of the house was a mess, but it seems to be imaginable how well the original hostess took care of it. Beneath the dark ivy and snow, it seemed to be asleep, waiting for its owner to return.

    Like Sirius, he seems to be waiting for something. He looked at the rusted door, as if he had ignored all the tragedies, and seemed to be expecting his good brother to come running as usual.

    In a trance, he stroked the rusted door, and a wooden sign rose from the ground in front of them, emerging from the tangle of nettles and weeds, like some strange, Rapidly growing flowers. In gold letters on the sign read: “On October 31, 1981, Lily and James Potter died here. Their son Harry was the only wizard who survived the Killing Curse.”

    Sylvia reached out and took Sirius’s arm, and put her forehead on it, because there were tears in his eyes.

    The Muggle invisible house has been preserved as a ruin as a reminder of the Potters and a reminder of the violence that devastated their home.

    “Searle, look.” Sirius quickly wiped away the tears he didn’t have time to shed and pointed to the sign.

      Some wrote their names in indelible ink, some engraved their initials on wooden plaques, and others wrote messages. The more recent ones, glittering on magical graffiti left sixteen years ago, are much the same.

    Good luck, Harry, wherever you are.

     Hope you can read, Harry, we are all with you!

     Long live Harry Potter.

    …

    “Do you want to leave something?” Sylvia looked at Sirius, and he just shook his head.

    “Let’s go.” Sirius pulled his arm back, raised his hand to rub Sylvia’s head, and turned to leave.

    But Sylvia didn’t go, she took out her wand and left a bright handwriting on it:

    Harry, may you always be happy and worry free.

    Sirius stopped, with a warm smile on his face. “Let’s go.” He said again, and his smile deepened when he heard the footsteps of the girl following him.

    After a few more houses, Sylvia saw another house destroyed by the spell. She looked at the deserted garden, with the mottled house number on the door and the owner’s last name on the decorative mailbox…

    “Bathilda Bagshot…” Sylvia murmured and sighed, “Has been killed…”

     Sirius also looked at the house after hearing the sound: “It’s really not peaceful.”

    “Let’s go.” This time Sylvia urged. No matter how she prides herself on being fearless, she is always vulnerable when it comes to feeling the death of others.

    Would it be great if she could wait until Dumbledore and Grindelwald came to see her?

    But Sylvia also knows that so many beautiful wishes can never really come true. Thinking of this, she shuddered.

    “Did we just see that?” When walking back, Sirius noticed the monument, “There are traces of magic, I can feel it.”

    “Then go have a look.” Sylvia knew what it was, and always wanted to see it with her own eyes.

    As they approached, the monument changed, no longer an obelisk full of names, but a statue of three people: a man with tousled hair and glasses , a woman with long hair and a beautiful face, and a baby boy sitting in his mother’s arms. Snowflakes fell on top of the three of them like fluffy white velvet hats.

    Sylvia choked upon hearing Sirius. She took a slight step back, leaving a little space for her uncle.

    She was also staring at the statue, at the beloved James and Lily, at the little Harry—the little Harry without the lightning scar.

    Sylvia was trying to control her emotions, she sniffed, but involuntarily let out a sob. She covered her mouth in fright, tears dripping down her cheeks onto the backs of her hands.

    Sirius heard the sob and turned around, the same tear stains on his face. “Come here.” He gently stretched out his hand and took Sylvia in his arms, and at this moment, he burst into tears.

    He knows too much about cherishing the beauty in front of him.

    “Look, this is my good buddy, pronged fork.” Sirius introduced generously, as if he had returned to his high-spirited age. How many times has he spoken to people like that? How many times has he been so proud just because his good brother is James Potter?

    “Harry really looks like his father.” Sylvia nodded, “It’s the eyes…”

    “Eyes like his mother.” Sirius quickly picked up the words.

    The uncle and nephew suddenly looked at each other and smiled.

    Sylvia couldn’t tell what it felt like. She had always known that Harry had Lily’s eyes, but at this moment, everything was clearly laid out in front of her, and the joy and excitement came to her mind inexplicably.

    But the emotions quickly sank to the bottom of the sea.

    If, no Voldemort, no war, no that stupid prophecy. How happy would Harry be? How enviable? Everyone loves him, respects him, worships him, and has nothing to do with the Savior anymore, only because of his bravery, kindness and sincerity.

    “Lily is so pretty.” Sylvia wiped her tears.

    “Ah, eh? Can’t get enough of prongs.” Sirius smiled.

    “Go and see them?” Sylvia gestured to the cemetery not far away.

     Sirius acquiesced, and walked to the cemetery with Sylvia. They passed rows of monuments, looking for familiar names. It was the girl who stopped suddenly, and her uncle looked over immediately, but didn’t see the name he was looking for.

    Sylvia saw Candela Dumbledore engraved on the frozen, moss-dappled granite, with the name of her daughter Ariana under the date of her birth.

    “Dumbledore’s…” Sirius was in awe.

    “Where the treasure is, where is the heart.” Sylvia read the motto on the tablet, “Dumbledore is always teaching us a lot.”

    “I also read the book “The Life and Lies of Albus Dumbledore”.” Sirius just said briefly, he knew this sentence to make Sylvia understand what he wants to express.

    “Why… gains and losses are so impermanent?” Sylvia just sighed and continued to move forward, “When Merlin gave us these and those generously, he didn’t say it in advance. What is he going to take away?”

    “If you can change it, that’s fine, right?” Sirius smiled wryly and looked up at the night sky again, “If you can do it again, that’s fine.”

    He unintentionally sighed but gave Sylvia a knife.

    Do it again.

    Sylvia’s hands were clenched into fists in the pockets, and the nails digging into the palms didn’t stop adding force.

    “It’s okay, you’re still here.” She blurted out involuntarily.

    Fortunately, there is one more time, I did not lose you, and neither did everyone.

    “If possible, I want to change Rael.” Sirius said softly, his voice was very low, as if he was telling himself.

    Sylvia did not expect this to be the answer.

    “That guy Regulus…” Sirius was walking in the moonlight, looking up at the stars, “That’s stupid. I have to replace him and let everyone praise him. .” He laughed, “He needs compliments very much, you don’t know how much he has done for his mother’s approval before.”

    “Sirius…” Sylvia stopped him because they had come to the tombstone they were looking for, and also wanted to stop his thoughts and stop sinking into the depths of sadness go in.

    “Someone came.” Sirius pointed to the Christmas rose wreath on the tomb.

    “I guess Harry.” Sylvia said.

    “Looks like it was released recently.” Sirius breathed a sigh of relief, “He should come and see. Lily and James will be happy.”

    The writing on the white marble tombstone gleamed in the dark. Sylvia didn’t need to kneel down, or even get very close, to be able to read the inscription on it.

    James Potter

    Lily Porter

    Born March 27, 1960

    Born January 30, 1960

     Died October 31, 1981

     Died October 31, 1981

    The epitaph is…

    “The last enemy to be eliminated is death.” Sirius read, “The choice is good.”

    “I’ll never be as brave as you guys.” Sylvia said, “I can’t imagine what you’ve been through. Sirius, you, Regulus, Remus… y’all …” She choked again, “I hate death, I hate death for making me live every day in fear that I might lose you. I can’t stand anyone leaving, and I might as well die in those days. “

    “Searle.” Sirius sighed, “All living people have to move forward. Otherwise, how sad are they?”

    “I admire you, Sirius Black.” Sylvia looked at Sirius very seriously and said, “I admire you being imprisoned for betraying friends and misunderstandings all over the world, You can still work hard, endure humiliation and bear heavy burdens, and wait until the time is ripe for the sake of revenge.” She bowed her head respectfully, clenched her fist and placed it in Sirius’s heart, “I respect your loyalty and bravery, forever.”

    Sirius just rubbed her head and whispered “Let’s go”.

    “Thank you for bringing me here today.” Sylvia is sincerely grateful. It never occurred to her that she could visit James and Lily with Sirius.

    “I should have mentioned this to Harry, right?” Sirius sighed softly, “But forgive me, I…I’m not as brave as you are.”

    “Have you never been here since then?” Sylvia felt a little regretful, but also quite understanding.

    “Since… Prongs left.” Sirius grinned and seemed to be smiling, but Sylvia could only read the pain, “There seems to be no reason for me to come here…”

    “Hey!” The girl stopped again and stopped the lost man.

    Sirius swept away a piece of snow on his nose and looked at Sylvia.

    “If Fred and I bought the house here, would you come?”

    Little Sirius smiled, grinning, but not a little bit of grief.

    “Come.”

    The author has something to say:

    I have been wanting to write this chapter for a long time.

    Aside from all kinds of CPs, just talking about the friendship of the Daoist, and the friendship between Sirius and James, I just want him to take a look.

    Some comments asked me if I would write about my parents. My previous answer was that my own fans didn’t read much, and I didn’t do much research. Many of them are my own personal views. So maybe don’t consider it.

    Then this chapter, including the previous part of Rael, is my attempt on my parents, right? I will also write some extras in the follow-up, try it out, if everyone thinks that I can write about my parents well, I will open a book later.

     Happy 520521 everyone!

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    Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!