19 years later

Astoria woke up in a bright sun.The climate in Paris is similar to London, but the sun is more common than London.

She walked to the balcony and looked at the busy figures of the people in the city.It's already nine o'clock, and the busy life of most people has already begun.

The morning view of Paris is far less beautiful than the night view.Paris under the sun is just an ordinary city, playing the rhythm of life that belongs to her alone.

Astoria stared at the passers-by in boredom.

A man in a suit and leather shoes hurried across the street, arguing fiercely with the person on the phone; the girl selling flowers across the street greeted the young man; a blond man came out of the alley, looking around the street as if looking for something... …

Astoria's hand twitched inadvertently.She stood up straight, the sun shining brightly on the blond man's head.

She stood quietly for a while, then turned and went back to the room to wash.

Rinsing her face with a handful of cold water, she raised her head to look at herself in the mirror, her blond hair was slightly wet.

This blond hair is the same color as the man's blond hair, the most common light blond...not his platinum.

Astoria stared blankly for a while, then pulled out a smile to himself.

I just saw a man with similar hair color.Still thinking of Draco.

Obviously, it was impossible to see Draco again.

After washing up, she went to the balcony in a mysterious manner. Looking down, there was no one in the alley, and the blond man was gone.

Leaving aside the inexplicable disappointment in her heart, she was about to turn around and go back, when she caught a glimpse of something strange at the corner of the street.

Is it a wave of magic... apparition?

A figure suddenly appeared in that inconspicuous alley, with a disheveled black hair standing out from most of the crowd with light-colored hair.

Astoria gasped for breath.

Harry Potter?

The man walked towards the deep alley without turning around.Astoria couldn't see his face.She clutched the railing nervously, her eyes fixed on the man's back.

The man eventually disappeared from her sight.

Maybe it's just a guy with the same hair color.

She told herself so, but her body couldn't turn around to face the room for a long time.People came and went in the alley, but there was no black-haired or blond-haired man.

She had never seen a wizard before in Paris.This is where the Muggles come together.And the wizard had unkempt black hair.

But Harry Potter wasn't the only dark-haired wizard with shaggy hair.

She finally convinced herself to turn around and go back to the room.

Fifteen years have passed since the war.It was so long that she almost forgot that she was a wizard.

She is the only wizard left in the Greengrass family.

The memory that had been sealed indifferent by time was affected by her nerves that suddenly became vigilant, and she twitched painfully.

In fact, even if it was Harry Potter, it had nothing to do with her.But if it was Harry Potter, he was enough to remind her of a past she had deliberately forgotten.

Her parents were killed at the Battle of Hogwarts, and her older sister was imprisoned in Azkaban.

And Draco Malfoy.

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Astoria took out a bus card that supports subway swiping at the subway checkpoint, and put his hand on the card swiping place. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw a black-haired man with a stiff and weird behavior standing at the entrance of swiping subway coins on the other side.

She silently withdrew her hand holding the card, backed out from the entrance, and turned around to the man.

Intuition told her that this man was the one she saw this morning.

The man fiddled with the subway coin in his hand, and Astoria heard his whisper clearly: "I haven't used it for 20 years..."

20 years?

Astoria's pupils shrank suddenly.

The man swiped through the entrance unskillfully, Astoria reacted, swiped the card quickly, and walked behind the man not too far away.

The subway is not very crowded on weekends.She followed the man into one of the cars, and the man found a vacant seat near the door. Astoria got on the car and turned her head to see the man's raised head.

A pair of emerald green eyes are like emeralds that will not be stained with dirt.There are also the looming scars under the messy bangs.

"Harry Potter..."

She stared intently at Potter's face as his name drifted from her lips, whispered more than a whisper.

Potter looked down nonchalantly, as if not paying attention to her at all.

In the dead silence, the subway reached the next station, and she got off without even looking at it.

She never thought that after 15 years in Paris, she would still meet the source of the nightmare.She had almost settled into a Muggle life.There is no place for the old nobles in the wizarding world.

Her parents, Death Eaters, died in the chaos at Hogwarts.Harry Potter killed Voldemort in that battle.The nobles fell overnight.She and her sister Daphne weren't marked with the Dark Mark at the time, but Grindelus was left with nothing.

Later, the Death Eaters escaped from prison, and Daphne wanted to join the Death Eaters.

"Greengrass has to take a gamble. Anyway, we have nothing to lose. I want to avenge my parents..." Daphne said to her at the time.

She did not join the war.Daphne shielded her behind her back.

"If we fail, at least you can survive," her sister said.

So it was Harry Potter who saved the wizarding world again.Death Eaters are dead.

Her sister was imprisoned in Azkaban, where she was to die.

And she survived.Fleeing to Paris, France, I force myself to forget the past every day.

Until Potter appeared before her eyes again.

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Astoria has been walking aimlessly on the street, past events resurfaced uncontrollably.

The wounds of war do not only leave the victors with an unforgettable, unforgettable torment and legacy.

What is she? She deserves to suffer like this?But she obviously did nothing.

It is not only the victors who lose their loved ones in war.

She walked up the overpass, and when she was in the middle, she saw Potter approaching from a distance.She stood still, watching Potter.

Potter was passing her, not paying attention to her, and she said, "Harry Potter."

Potter paused, turned to look at her, his brow furrowed slightly.He has a dusty appearance, he seems to have traveled in a hurry, the black coat is crumpled and casually put on, and there are some stubbles on his chin that have not been shaved clean.

He asked, "Are you...?" His face was a little puzzled, a little wary.

She froze for a moment.She always thought Potter knew her.

If you think about it carefully, everyone in the wizarding world doesn't know that Potter is famous, and she, at most, is just his classmate, and she's from different colleges and different levels.

But she thought that because of Draco, her relationship with Potter should not be simple.

After all, I like the same person.

"Astoria Greengrass," she said.

"Greengrass..." Potter repeated sharply.

"I'm Daphne's younger sister." She simply confirmed his guess. "Are you looking for someone, Potter?"

Potter watched her silently with vigilance, as if guessing something, and said after a while, "Yes."

"Looking for Draco?" she asked. "He's not here."

"How do you know...?" Potter asked disappointedly.

"I like Draco too. I was engaged to him..." She didn't answer, but threw out this sentence.

Potter's expression was very indifferent, and he said, "There have always been many people who like him."

"I was engaged to him," she stressed.

Potter looked at her for a moment, then said, "There's always been a lot of people who liked Draco. But he only liked one."

Astoria's face darkened.Facing Potter, she was angry, and she was unwilling to call him back to bring up such a nonsensical topic.

But the so-called "rival in love" was just her unilateral opinion, and Potter never cared about it.

Because Draco only likes one person, and that person's name is Harry Potter.

Potter won without a fight.

"...You didn't join the war? Your sister seems to be in Azkaban." Potter said.

She didn't know if Daphne was still alive now.Although Dementors are no longer used in Azkaban, the environment there can lead to a high incidence of disease.

"...I visited her once at the beginning."

During that visit, Daphne told her Greengrass' property in Paris, and asked her to go to Paris and never return to London.

It was also during that visit that she learned about Potter and Draco from Daphne.But it was just another reason for her to hate Potter.

That same visit, she knew she would never see Draco again.

"Draco is dead. The scene is very chaotic. I don't know who cast the Killing Curse, maybe it's from the Order of the Phoenix... Potter has been kept in the dark by them, and they don't know yet." Daphne said, with a morbid look To her delight, the war had made her hate Potter and the Order.

Astoria looked up at Harry: "Don't look for it. You can't find him."

The last rays of the setting sun illuminated Paris, and the sun disappeared in the traffic.The night is coming, and the hazy sky will bloom the beauty of Paris.

The author has something to say: In fact, I have never been to Paris, and the next few places I will write about.

Thanks to Baidu...

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Astoria, Draco's wife and Daphne's sister in the original book.

Three chapters left until the end...

Guess where Draco is~