war and peace

The author has something to say: Section [-] Prisoner's Love

RAB dies and comes back to life.

Something surged in the darkness, but Harry could only see ripples on the surface.

Hatred is like a moat in the sky, and the sharp sword hanging from the beam will fall at any time...

Both pairs Gryffindor and Slytherin had to face.

Unknowingly, the summer vacation has passed for a month.

This description should be quite appropriate for Hermione who went to France with her parents, or the Weasley family who won the annual Golden Galleon Award of the "Daily Prophet".For Harry, living like a year is a more accurate adjective.

One late night in late July, Harry was biting the tip of his quill, resting his head on his quilt, and holding a small flashlight in his mouth, using the faint light to write his thesis on the history of magic, and he had to stop from time to time to listen to his uncle. Did my aunt walk by outside?Maybe they didn't hate him as much as they used to, but Harry was pretty sure that if they heard the sound of the quill scraping the paper, he'd have nothing to eat.

As before, all his luggage was locked in a cupboard downstairs.Harry had already turned a blind eye to their small tricks, and he took a chance to produce a few books, as well as quills and ink.Probably locking it up is also a good thing, at least he can pack it up and leave as quickly as possible when Aunt Maggie comes.

Yes, Harry was prepared to escape his nightmares.He remembered very well that Aunt Marge was coming to stay with them for a week on his thirteenth birthday.She picks on Harry everywhere, sneers, slanders his parents, and finally he can't help the magic explosion-inflating her like a balloon.Harry believed that this time would not be much better, and he was ready to drag his luggage and leave at any time-if there was even the slightest unbearable reason to leave.Hogwarts can't go, but he can go to the Leaky Cauldron, can't he?Behind it was Diagon Alley - full of fascinating magic shops, and it was better than staying at the Dursley's to suffer.

Anyway, this time, Sirius could sign the Hogsmeade application form for him, Harry thought, there was no need for him to wrong himself.He actually really wanted to go to 12 Grimmauld Place, but unfortunately, judging from Sirius' veiled words, at least this summer vacation he had no hope of going inside.On the surface, everything was peaceful, so Harry had no idea what the Order of the Phoenix or the Death Eaters were up to.

Why do you treat him like a child?Harry stared angrily at his half-written thesis.Dumbledore was like this, so was Voldemort... Thinking of what happened at the end of the term, he slowly frowned.He didn't know if he was doing the right thing... after all, it's only been two years... and he couldn't be sure if Voldemort really didn't do anything... Was he too impulsive?

Harry extinguished the flashlight, threw back the covers, and got out of bed.He walked across most of the room, looking out the window at the night sky.The air blowing against his face was very cool, and Harry suddenly felt a lot more clear-headed.He chose this path for fewer kills, compared to the previous war.For fewer sacrifices, for more people to survive.He already knew the result of the hard work, and he didn't want to see the people around him die one by one.

Harry closed his eyes and took a deep breath.Dad, Mom, I'm sorry for you... I know what's going to happen, but I can't stop you from being killed in front of me... Now I can't feel at ease watching my friends, classmates, and professors ignore everything in order to kill Voldemort His own life... Maybe he has a little selfishness, but as long as there is a ten thousandth possibility, he will save those original tragic endings.

"If you ask me, he is too soft-hearted." This sentence appeared in Harry's mind unexpectedly, which was Voldemort's evaluation of him.He had to admit that this sentence was very pertinent, and he really couldn't plan everyone's death like Dumbledore did, just to finally eradicate Voldemort.If it was just for him to die, Harry would have done it without hesitation.

This is the situation now, he is ready to take the risk alone, and give it a go for the possibility of a happy ending that he doesn't know exists.He could only hope for his efforts, and Voldemort's change.

Horcruxes... tutoring... taking care of... Their relationship started as an enemy, gradually mixed with friendship, and I don't know when it evolved into love, and it became more and more complicated.More or less, Voldemort really changed... Harry felt that he should seize every possible opportunity to turn the situation around.It may be tough, but he has to try.He also thought that if they still parted ways in the end and killing was inevitable, at least he had fought for it.

Have you backed out after just one start?Harry snapped back to his senses and patted himself on the head hastily.There is no sign of any big war yet, he should think about what he can do to avoid it, instead of saying some frustrated words.Moreover, he smiled slightly, and in the Chamber of Secrets he told Voldemort that he would not give up, and Voldemort didn't object directly, did he?Hearing what he meant, it seemed to be like "I'll wait for you to let the horse come over"... He will not give up reversing the fate of everyone who had a tragic ending, nor will he give up his determination to be with him.

In any case, the living should live better.Harry rested his fist on the window sill, and looked at the distant sky.He saw a strange-shaped black figure flying towards him, and immediately realized that it was his package.The nearby clock tower had just struck twelve, and it was his birthday.

Three owls flew in through the window.It contains snow-white Hedwig, who brings Hermione's present and birthday card.There was also a beautiful tawny owl with the Hogwarts coat of arms stamped on the letter on its feet, which was his third-year book list.The last was jet black, and it proudly showed Harry a long bundle it carried.

Harry thought he had seen the owl for the second time, after Transfiguration in first year, and it was Tom's Nagro.He'd never seen him owl anything before, which was very odd.It dropped the package on Harry's bed, then flapped its wings and flew away.

On Defense Against Magic...the diary...Easter eggs...Harry unwrapped the package and thought about the series of presents Voldemort had given him, ranging from shocks to surprises.I don't know what it is this time... Harry unwrapped the last layer of packaging, and the contents rolled onto the bed.The moonlight outside showed the thing's beautifully streamlined stance and Harry's wide-open mouth.

It was a Firebolt.

Harry didn't know how Voldemort got his hands on the broom.It stands to reason that the sample brooms of the Quidditch boutique were only put on the window a few days before school started?It was the end of August, and now it's only the end of July... Will the finished product be delivered?

The Firebolt was just as perfect as Harry remembered it.Harry felt a strong sense of familiarity and excitement as he touched the smooth oak broom handle.There is also a hand-engraved gilt number at the end. Harry looked at the moonlight and couldn't help gasping, "001"—the one in his hand must not be the first Firebolt!

A letter came with the package.

"Dear Harry:

How was your summer vacation?I'm at Roald Manor, looking across the bay every day, guess what you're doing... Shall we spend the rest of the holiday together?I wish you could come. "

Harry's eyes widened, the suggestion playing to his liking.However, after reading the letter over and over several times, he felt that it would be difficult to implement it.Roald Manor... Where is it?In the letter, it seems to only mention being across the bay...is that Minehead?Weston?or where?

There are two rows of small characters at the back.

"PS I hope that Nagro can deliver things smoothly. It hasn't done anything other than eat and talk to me."

His owl never delivered a package?Can you still talk to him?How could Voldemort understand the language of owls, Nagro is not a snake, Harry thought amusedly.

"Although I always think that Quidditch is a high-risk activity, I don't think you will listen, so I can only give you a broom that passed my inspection. And again.

Love you TKK"

Quidditch isn't dangerous at all, it's a lot of fun!Harry murmured to himself, but remember that when they played Quidditch at Hogwarts last summer, Tom - who didn't know he was Voldemort then - really wasn't interested in those balls.Harry picked up the Firebolt, passed his check?Could he think that it was covered with various protective spells?

He didn't think that Voldemort would tamper with the broom... He didn't know when it started, but subconsciously, he didn't feel that their relationship was so tense, and there was even some inexplicable trust.But he still didn't know what to do for the best... Harry was a little annoyed that it made him forget that he should have received another birthday present, from his godfather.

At this time, the living room at No. 12 Grimmauld Place was brightly lit.Everyone sat around the long dining table in turn, with solemn expressions on their faces.Sirius tapped his fingers impatiently on his knees, and because the table was in the way, no one noticed his small movements.His eyes flicked to the grandfather clock in the corner, it was one o'clock... He hadn't delivered Harry's birthday present yet...

Since the last time Snape brought news of Voldemort's comeback, there had been no news of Death Eaters.But how could there be no movement? Voldemort has never been a person who can bear it. Could it be that the snot-nosed man was exposed?That's why I can't find any useful information?Sirius thought maliciously, what kind of spy, he thought Snape was a Death Eater at all.

Normally, Snape did not attend Order of the Phoenix gatherings.Everyone is thankful for this, otherwise every gathering would be filled with gunpowder.Sirius didn't show any expression on his face, and listened to Kingsley Shacklebolt's speech: "...Due to his outstanding work performance, Yaxley was promoted to the deputy director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement; and Noah Special, transferred from the Ministry of Magic's Experimental Spells Committee to the Department of International Magical Cooperation; in addition, McNeil is still working on the Committee on the Treatment of Dangerous Creatures. This looks like a major personnel change for Voldemort," he paused, "strange It was Lucius Malfoy, who did nothing but donate a large sum of money to St. Mungo's Hospital."

"It stands to reason that if Voldemort wants the Death Eaters to gradually control the Ministry of Magic, shouldn't Malfoy be more active?" Lupine put forward everyone's views.Moody let out a big breath through his nose: "I never doubted that Voldemort wanted to expand his power...Maybe Malfoy is out of favor?"

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay.Is this possible?Malfoy was always cunning, as evidenced by his successful escape from previous Death Eater charges.Such a thoughtful and cunning person, Voldemort would actually despise him, what kind of indestructible reason does this need?And they heard nothing.

Dumbledore frowned slightly.At this moment, the wooden door of the living room rang three times.Sirius froze for a moment, then stood up to open the door. "Master, the midnight snack you ordered is ready." Kreacher stood outside with a large tray full of snacks, waited for Sirius to take it, and then bowed and left without glancing into the living room.

The mood of the meeting was a little more relaxed.The craftsmanship of the house-elves is impeccable, and everyone's tastes can be remembered after a word.This was recognized by members of the Order of the Phoenix as the best benefit of the meeting, for which they were very envious of Sirius.

And for the happy master who was supposed to have a good elf, only Sirius knew that Kreacher was not listening to him, but to his brother.As he distributed the refreshments, he dreaded the day when it would be known that he still had a Death Eater in the house.No matter how ruthless he was, it was impossible for him to kill Regulus, even if their relationship had never been good.

When he first opened the lock upstairs, he almost thought he had seen a ghost.There was a smell of medicine lingering over the years in the room, and a pale young man was leaning against the head of the bed.Even though he hadn't seen him for more than ten years, Sirius recognized his younger brother who was said to have been killed by Voldemort at the first sight.Compared to his shock, Regulus was quite calm: "Brother, I thought you would never open this door."

Sirius didn't know how Regulus narrowly escaped death, or how he was left weak and wounded.He only knew that Kreacher obeyed his younger brother's orders, and the portraits at home were naturally settled by Regulus, a beloved child.Sirius quite doubted that Kreacher knew the cause of all these things, but every time he asked him, he always showed a face that was about to cry, and then firmly told him that he didn't know.

Not long before he discovered that Regulus was still alive, he had just promised Dumbledore to take out 12 Grimmauld Place as the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix.The rest of the Black family was dead, and Sirius was a bit lost, so he went up to see his brother's bedroom, only because Regulus seemed to be sane in his house.The result took him by surprise. Kreacher, who apparated from downstairs, immediately knelt down to him, and begged the young master to continue to recover from his injuries. It seemed that if he didn’t do that, he would send Regulus to Ah The way Zkaban went.

The sickly young man on the bed just looked at him calmly.Sirius stared at him blankly, and it seemed that he could still find the shadow of the little boy who obeyed his brother in the past on that face.So when the shock passed, he said nothing, but closed the door and went downstairs, where he lay with his eyes open all night in his own room.

Meanwhile, the Roald estate on the outskirts of Bristol.This castle-like mansion has just changed its name, and the owner is sitting at the table reading a secret report that has just been delivered.Sure enough, the Order of the Phoenix noticed his new deployment... But he was sure that he would have the upper hand in the confrontation with the Order of the Phoenix this time.After all, Dumbledore is old, and he still has an advantage that no one knows... The savior also knows, but he doesn't want to tell others, but wants to do it alone... Even for this, he will not let him boy disappointed...

The brass clock struck dully, and he looked up.Nagini should be back soon, although she has never delivered a letter like an owl... He pursed his lips, there are still nine hours before the scheduled time, but he can't wait...

*Note: Minehead, Weston, and Bristol are all British place names.