[hp] stay out of it

Time was out of order for Jessica, to be precise, too fast.Her father had paid all the price to allow her to prolong her life, but the result in exchange was a terrible life of aging for a year every two months.

Saving a doomed life is not an easy task, but if it weren't for Jessica's boundless vampire lifespan (their years would only increase by one year of human beings), the rapid flow of time on her body would allow her Instantly turned into powder.

When the last semester was about to end, she asked me to say goodbye, without revealing her plan for the short-term future.Seeing that she is still healthy now, my heart is a little relieved.

"We don't know where to send the greeting card for you," I let her into the room: "Fortunately, you didn't miss it."

"Oh, I'm not sure, Vincent," Jessica's voice revealed some hoarseness: "I don't want to stay too long - the sun will come out in less than half an hour, I have to hurry Back to my place."

"You can stay with us till night at-"

"It's okay." Jessica waved her hand firmly: "Xia, I received the message from you. Our family's revenge is gone—I can't thank you enough. But... I still have new ones. I need your help..."

She said in embarrassment.I used to keep revenge in my eyes every day, but now I am relieved about it.I thought she was going to at least pull me to tell me about the whole process of Bruce's death, but she looked at me for a few seconds, and the arm under the robe stretched out——

In his arms lay a tiny baby.

"It's up to you." Jessica said, "You, maybe someone else you trust—I trust your decision..."

I took half a step back and didn't take the child easily: "Whose child is this? What about you? What are you going to do?"

"Since I gave birth to her, I can feel my life passing by." She shook one free hand, and the cuff fell down, revealing the wrinkled dry skin underneath, which was loosely attached to the skinny arm.

I looked up at her in surprise, but her face was not so scary, except for her fatigue, she still had a very charming appearance.

"I cast a spell," Jessica said with a wry smile, "I also love beauty... although it won't last much. She, I'll leave it to you."

I took that kid.

"Her name is Debbie, just like my mother." Jessica said affectionately, "Her father is an ordinary Muggle."

Jessica hurried off like a cat on a deadline looking for her burial place.

I carried the child to the living room in a daze, remembering that night when Jessica's father came to ask for help with the little girl in his arms.

Life is magic.

Sirius got up early to do some decoration work. He was stretching when I went to answer the door just now. When I came back with little Debbie in his arms, he had fallen asleep on the dining table.I stood there for a while.Deciding to go get the big news first gave my friends a headache.

Dan Qi is drinking hot milk in the kitchen.I stood behind him and waited for him to secure the cup and jug before I told him that Jessica was dying and she had left us a baby in our care.

Dan Qi was stunned by the name, then turned around: "Where is the child?"

"I put her on the bed, I can't hold her all the time!"

Danqi tried his best to recall Jessica, and then spread his hands: "I'm sorry, but I really don't have much impression of her. Her mother and Helen are good friends, right?"

"Yes."

"What are you going to do?"

I bared my teeth: "I don't know, she said she believed me. I think I should ask my family to entrust it to me. I haven't thought of anyone yet. Or I can be fostered in a Muggle family. But this kind of thing should be cautious. The appearance of Voldemort to the wizarding world The shadow is big enough."

"I feel that you don't have much feeling."

"I don't have much contact with her. Maybe Tonks will be more sad. Jessica lived in their house from childhood to school."

We talked about the news in low voices while walking along the stairs: "Anyway, let's take this news for a while. We can't give bad news to every guest who just walks in."

Eve was already in that room, with a look of horror on his face: "There is a child here."

"Uh, it's Jie—a child of a friend of mine, she asked us to take care of her for a while..."

Eve said: "Well, then you have to take good care of her." Eve said something very natural and thoughtless: "After all, she may save your life in the future, or kill everyone..."

"What?" Dan Qi and I were startled: "Why do you think so?"

Yves was also startled by our low calls, but looked more bewildered than us: "What am I thinking?"

"You said she might—" I said, "wait a minute, your family has prophetic blood."

"Yes," Eve rolled his eyes: "But I never—you mean I did it just now—" He said excitedly: "For the first time in history, did I do it just now? ?”

"What did you do?" I said cautiously, "How do I know if you are prophesying? Or just talking in your sleep? After all, it is too early for you to wake up normally."

Eve rubbed his chin: "What you said also makes sense-the probability of inexplicable sleepwalking is indeed a little higher than the possibility of making a prophecy. Maybe I shouldn't be so optimistic. I have been preached so many times by my grandfather and failed to inherit it. How could this talent be learned all of a sudden?"

He stretched himself out, yawned and said, "I'm so hungry, is there anything to eat down there—speaking of which, what the hell did I do just now?"

"You said she might save people, or she might harm us." Dan Qi and I exchanged glances.

"Ah, then you have to take good care of her." Eve gave the little baby a look of awe.

"I don't think so..." I watched Eve go downstairs to find something to eat: "Maybe we should suppress the signs of the problem as soon as possible."

"How to suppress?" Danqi said disapprovingly: "From the moment you hear the prophecy, the choices you make will be led by the prophecy, and you may go in the direction of the prophecy. I think it's better Follow the original plan."

Even for wizards, this matter is too mysterious. Dan Qi and I looked at each other again, and for the first time, we felt that we had no idea at the same time.

"After today's over, we'll have to catch Yves and ask him a question," I said.

Dench added: "And what the hell is Eleonine Abel and his family up to. We have to figure it out as soon as possible... The Hornbys were attacked on a Muggle city street, I don't know if it was It’s not that I’m supercilious, I always feel that their ambitions will involve more innocent people.”

The appearance of the second guest did not surprise us either. This visitor entered our house without ringing the doorbell. When we went downstairs, we saw a pearly white lady floating on the ceiling. Out of the wand to fight back.

Taking a closer look, it turned out to be Helen.She obviously walked in directly through the wall, but she didn't expect that the house was really upside down as shown on the outside, so it became the opposite direction to where we are standing now, with big eyes and small eyes.

"Mom?" I was surprised by Helen's appearance.After she floated back to the Yang world, she seemed not to care about everything, and vowed to enjoy things one by one that she never wanted to experience in her life.

"I thought you'd be in Africa right now according to your plans to travel the world—I didn't know ghosts can Apparate, too?"

Helen touched the ceiling with her feet, flipped over lightly and landed on the ground. "Oh," she said disapprovingly and a little proudly, "I took a plane."

Dan Qi greeted Helen politely, and Helen praised him absently, and said to me: "Let's talk about the old days later." Then he drifted away to visit the furnishings of the room.Originally such a rude intrusion without saying hello, but under her careless and wanton temperament, it turned out to be pleasing to the eye.

Dan Qi whispered, "How can ghosts travel around the world?"

It is common sense in the wizarding world that ghosts cannot run around. The uniqueness of Hogwarts is also because it has widely cast related spells on the campus land, so that so many ghosts of all ages can wander back and forth stably.

"I don't know," I spread my hands. "After she told me what she was going to do, she walked out-"

Dan Qi looked incredible.

"Because she's Helen," I said.

The door opened again, and Bellini and Yves came in from the hall, whispering something.Since the assault on the Death Eaters' stronghold, Bellini felt that his performance was unsatisfactory, and he would get up very early every day to practice spells or guns.

Bellini probably went to gun practice this morning. Although the gun has been put away now, the movement of him kneading the index fingers of his left and right hands shows all this.

"Danqi, I know you know a little bit, gun," Eve said excitedly, "Let's go out and play this while we have nothing to do in the morning."

"It's not early in the morning, guests may appear at any time. You killed the person who Apparated in front of the gun." I rolled my eyes: "Are you an undercover agent sent by Voldemort?"

"How could I betray Ravenclaw and get mixed up with a bunch of scum?" Eve stared at me, while walking away from Danqi and me: "It's good if we walk a little farther, you His guests are not stupid enough to manifest two miles away from their destination—and, unlike Malfoy, I have recognized the situation decisively, and it is right to abandon the dark and turn to the bright. I don't think leaving Dumbledore What good will happen to Lido's camp?"

"What you mean is intriguing," Dench said. "Does your choice of side depend on which side wins, rather than which side you support?"

Ive said carelessly: "Otherwise? Just call me an opportunist, I still think that living longer is everything. Besides, I concluded that Dumbledore will win because he thinks his position is correct." Yeah, so I'm no different than any of you." He smiled slyly, and urged Bellini to pull out his gun so he could cast the duplication spell on the iron guy.

Sirius took a quick nap at the dinner table, awaking to hear the voices of the children outside - they were eager to run outside to play so early.

He walked to the window and stretched his body. Looking at the four students who were going away, he could vaguely hear the bickering. This scene made him feel a little familiar, and he wanted to laugh, but soon became sad.

"Siris, you haven't let go yet." A female voice sounded out of nowhere.

Sirius was taken aback, thinking that his vigilance had degraded badly, turned around and saw that the one standing behind him without making any movement was a ghost.

"Helen?"

Helen stood by the door of the living room, leaning lazily on the door frame.

Sirius walked over and was about to say something, but felt something in the guest room, turned his head and glanced casually, and was startled again: "Why is there a child here?"

"Oh?" Helen raised her eyebrows, "Isn't it your daughter?"

"Of course not!" Sirius leaned over and took a closer look. He looked disgusted at this living creature that appeared in his home out of thin air. After seeing clearly that her facial features definitely had no similarities with Vincent, he muttered and complained. Said: "Who threw such a small child on the bed casually. I bet it must be that Florette with an unreliable face—"

Helen rolled her hands impatiently and elegantly: "Don't worry about it. Just listen to me first."

Sirius straightened up and spread his hands: "What's the matter?"

"Do you need to reflect on it?"

"Reflect on what?" Sirius was inexplicable: "This kid wasn't here a quarter of an hour ago—"

"Not this one, come out and say it."

Leaving the room where the baby appeared inexplicably, the atmosphere was finally not as funny as before.

"I think you should look forward." Helen said, "You're still alive, but you can't let go of the dead."

Sirius was a little surprised by talking about a very sharp topic at the beginning. He leaned back and looked at Helen defensively.

"I think," said Helen, "that you should try to get rid of those memories."

"Yeah, advice from a man who's killed all his enemies."

"And you've seen the price of doing this kind of thing—I'm dead." Helen said, "Of course, I'm not suggesting that you leave Peter alone, Voldemort. The problem is not resentment..." Helen scratched Scratching hair: "Forget it, I'm a doer, not a persuader."

"I can see it." Sirius was unmoved by what she had just said.

"How about this—" Helen was silent for a few seconds, and said, "I'll tell you in the afternoon."

"It doesn't matter." Sirius took a second look at Helen, feeling that she was acting in a messy way. Does she still need a whole morning to draft?

The four students wandered outside for a quick meal before returning, and Sirius knew the origin of the mysterious baby.

"You can't throw such a small child directly on the bed. She will be killed by various accidents." Sirius looked at the four absent-minded students, and for the first time had a headache because of other people's bad deeds.

"Babies give me the creeps," Vincent rubbed his nose. "They have the appearance of a human being, but they are a mess without human intelligence—speaking of which, how do you take care of the baby? Leave it to Lupine and Tonks." .”

"Remus? He doesn't live close to Tonks, why should he give them—oh, are you implying something?" Sirius noticed Vincent's expression of regret for leaking, and immediately narrowed his eyes sharply. He squinted his eyes, and said with a little excitement, "Hmm - Remus and Nymphadora..."

During his lunch break, Sirius had a very real dream for no apparent reason.

At Hogwarts, their old location.

Sirius always remembered this tree, the four of them sat under the tree to enjoy the shade, looked at the scenery, and looked at the girls around; Remus read a book, Peter—Peter always had no fixed things to do, Sirius now In retrospect, he always felt a little at a loss in the group.

Why didn't I notice it back then...

Sirius sat against the trunk, remorseless.This kind of performance clearly belongs to a person who will commit shameful betrayal in the future, but I rashly gave him my trust, as well as the life of my best friend, my freedom of more than ten years, and the revenge I have not yet completed...

More than ten years have passed, and these days have a sense of unreality that is hard to take seriously.Before that Christmas Eve, every detail was engraved with the imprint of solidity, but after Christmas Eve, most of the time, it seemed to be wandering outside the world, making such and such decisions, but my head was light and I couldn’t feel the world true.

Sirius looked up, and saw the brightest and most intense sunshine in his memory... The faces of James or Remus were replaced by Harry and Remus who had gone through too many vicissitudes. Sunlight--

"Sirius—"

In an instant, the sharp cicadas burst into my ears, breaking the dream-like emptiness just now, the slow and low whistling wind, the melodious and transparent birdsong, and the scorching heat of summer all squeezed in.The fragrance of the flowers on the Hogwarts hunting grounds, the light smell of the sap from the trampled grass leaves, and the dense water vapor of the great lake also rushed over.

Sirius almost shed tears from the scorching sun.

"Sirius, you're leaving school soon, why are you still sleeping here?"

James and Lily stood not far away holding hands.James laughed at him loudly, and Lily laughed too, the summer wind ruffled her hair, but she didn't care, with her best friend in front of her, she just wanted to make the smile bigger and hotter.

The two of them strolled over and sat briskly beside him as well.James stretched his long legs and hugged Lily happily. He was the happiest man in the world at the moment.

"Are you thinking of trying to hide in the school again? Ha! Don't forget how we failed miserably last year—Professor McGonagall said it wouldn't give us a chance to tear down the castle all summer."

"Sirius, don't keep reminding yourself that you are at home after you go home, it will only make you feel worse. When you are unhappy, just think about us."

Sirius struggled to comprehend everything in front of him—was he dreaming?then what……?

James and Lily didn't know what to say when they were in a daze, and burst out laughing again.The wanton laughter swayed far away on the surface of the lake, even alarming the waterfowl swimming on the other side of the lake.There were two or three students dragging their boxes to the platform, but they seemed to be the only ones in the world.Together they are the whole world, without the cloud of war, without the future, without the past, without troubles, and without troubles.

There are only them in the world.

as usual.

Just as usual.And every summer, every day, every scorching afternoon of the seven years at Hogwarts, every cold and windy spring and autumn, and butterbeer smuggled back to school in winter.

As if it could last forever.

The seven years at Hogwarts seemed to last forever for him who lived in it.

Laugh wantonly like this.Wield your wand wildly.He ran wildly across the covered bridge of the castle with them countless times, and the high wind slapped his face coldly.They yell from the stands that James has caught the Snitch.Advised Lily to tease James again and again.And on the second day of the full moon, he laughed at the dazed Remus who woke up covered in injuries.

"I could lie here all afternoon." James collapsed comfortably in the grass with his arms pillowed.

Lily combed James' messy hair casually, not talking.Suddenly, the tree became quiet like this, very naturally.Everyone looked up at the clear blue sky, feeling as though they carried the whole summer in their chests.

Sirius didn't intend to delve into what was going on now.He took a deep breath, longing for the afternoon to go on without doing anything...or should he say something?He felt he should say something.

Where should I start?

Thinking of that series of events, Sirius inevitably became gloomy again.

It's all fake and he knows it.And this illusion is so beautiful, the escape of the betrayer who destroyed all this makes him feel even more ashamed and angry.

Rumbling--

The sky has changed.Dark clouds instantly covered the sky.Huge raindrops fell down immediately.

The sound of clattering rain filled the world.

The raindrops fell, causing arcs of ripples on the lake, and splashing in the puddles at the feet.The students in the distance ran forward screaming and dragging their boxes, and a few hurriedly pulled out their wands and tried to recite an unskilled rain spell.

All this is far from them.In the whole world, there is only Sirius, and his two companions smiling nonchalantly.

"Hi. Really, do you feel so bad when you think of us, Sirius?" James didn't change his movements, the rain fell from the leaves and hit his face in succession, he opened his eyes stubbornly , Watching the dark clouds like black ink roll over the castle spire.

The rain dampened James' upturned hair, and the signature disheveled hair was docilely on his head, only a bunch of it was still sticking up firmly.The rain wet his glasses, and James took them off.The unique joy of vitality on his face is wanton and wanton, and there will be no person in the world with such vitality.Lily, the rain made her look more beautiful, and her smile was bright and firm, as flexible as a clear river that would never be blocked.

"Sirius," Lily said with such a beautiful smile, "We never want you to be filled with pain and resentment when you think of us. If you always do this, we will feel even more guilty."

"When you think of our story, your heart should be filled with joy," Lily said.

"It's really stupid of you to disturb people like Peter." James commented lightly.

These two people looked at their own death too lightly, and their nonchalant attitude made Sirius feel that his persistence for more than ten years seemed to have been negated.He became angry: "You think it's my fault? I know what I did, and I have the right to be unhappy, to feel rage." He jumped up and stomped his feet in anger, and the rain splashed James all over: "You— You, dead, took away the happiness that belonged to the four of us, I can't even be gloomy now? It's none of your business!"

"We didn't think this matter was easy," Lily said softly, "Sirius, but what happened has already happened. It shouldn't be allowed to continue, chasing you and causing even greater losses."

Lily's face became sad. "We're having a hard time too...I know, it's really crushing...but you have to accept it. You're the strongest, Sirius. We know you're the strongest and the bravest."

Sirius forced the corners of his mouth into a dry smile.

"Really," said James, grinning, "you should get around yourself. You see, you know how it goes, and I don't blame you, Lily doesn't blame you, why you You have to blame yourself."

Sirius said softly: "I'm the one who will keep it secret... I trusted the wrong person, and it's all my fault—"

"Ha, what's that?" James interrupted him. "According to this, I was the one who trusted your plan in the first place, so I was the culprit who killed myself? Well, it's okay to say that." There's nothing wrong with that." James grimaced in pain.

Lily nodded solemnly: "He's right, Sirius. When you think about this in the future, just curse Potter viciously. He is the sinner who caused all this."

"Hey," James protested weakly, half-truthfully, "don't shirk responsibility, you agreed back then."

"It's not funny." Faced with the antics of the two friends, Sirius didn't give him any face. "I don't know how death feels to the dead, but to the living..."

He stopped, the experience of more than ten years was too heavy for him to speak.However, compared with the two people whose lives were taken away, these tortures seem to be too light...

James looked up at Sirius, and he seemed to be reading the suffering he had suffered all these years from his eyes.Azkaban's 13 years of prison: dark, screaming, groaning, wet, cursing; what's more terrible, is everyone's misunderstanding, everyone is cursing him, throwing disappointed anger at him eyes, and the only person who can give him unconditional trust is the person whom the world misunderstood he killed.

"Oh, Sirius," Lily sighed, "come to me."

Sirius was immersed in over-excited emotions, his reaction was half a beat slow, Lily came up to him and gave him a hug.

A comforting hug from a friend that I haven't had in a long time.

"It's not your fault, Sirius. It's not your fault."

Sirius shivered slightly, and Lily deepened the hug, comforting him.

"Our best, best friend." Lily's voice was light and ethereal, like an ethereal song.

It rained even more.

The beeping sound almost covered Lily's words in his ear.

"We love you. Thank you for thinking about you for 20 years. It's been so long, enough. Now, you should have another group, another group of people that you can't let go of."

Lily let go of him, took a closer look at this old friend, and left another kiss on the side of his face.

There seemed to be emotion and sadness in James' eyes, but it was quickly covered up by jokes.He gave Sirius a hard hug as well, then punched him. "Dude, don't lose our people. We were the most beautiful at Hogwarts back then, and you and Remus lived in such a mess, are you going to drive me to death again?" Then he couldn't say anything. What, so he punched again.

"As for Peter and Voldemort. Don't bother if you can't find those two gutters; but if you do have the chance and you pass it up, then—"

James smiled threateningly.

Then he recovered his sincere look and said, "That doesn't matter, we are still your most loyal friends."

friend.

During the seven years of being together day and night when I was young, I forged the most steadfast and unbreakable friendship.

Taking risks, walking under the Whomping Willow, occupying the best seat in the lounge, flipping through hundreds of books just to find out more information about werewolves, sitting in the back row and laughing at James who was staring at Lily in a daze.

or adventure,

adventure,

adventure.

During the day and night, I traveled to every corner of Hogwarts, looked at the strange portraits in each painting and inquired about its origin, inquired about gossip with the sculptures, and heard the whispers of every armor.

Sirius smiled.

Yes, so many things that can be recalled, how could they be marked as cold and gloomy because of Peter?

When thinking of the happiest days in the past, you should smile.You don't have to think about revenge all the time, because you can't forget it.

He didn't say goodbye, didn't say anything, didn't even look around Hogwarts in his childhood for the last time - because all this has long been engraved in his heart - Sirius took a last look at James and Lily, and naturally blinked Blinking, and then opening his eyes, above his head was the wallpaper he chose himself, decorated with the warm colors of Hogwarts, and the wind on the plain outside the window rustled the leaves.

He is at home.No. 18 years after graduation from Hogwarts, and No. 15 years after the murder of a lifelong friend.

Helen's words that came out in the morning seemed to be right next to her ears.

I mean, let it go.

Sirius thought this way, feeling relieved in his heart.