Dementors of the Blakes

I looked at Harry, it was just the two of us now, but I didn't know what to say.

He also looked a little embarrassed, didn't think about what to say, and for a moment, silence spread between us, until Harry suddenly took a step back, put distance, stood upright, and came cleanly A 90-degree bow.

"Sirius, I'm sorry." He bent over for a while before standing up straight again, frowning slightly, looking a little helpless, "But you have to believe me, it's definitely not me who exposed Uncle Black. things."

"I've always believed in you, otherwise I wouldn't have come to you." I was a little annoyed and didn't know what to do, "But you have to give me an excuse."

"...It's Ginny." Harry sighed. "When we talked at home, although we were not in front of her, we didn't pay special attention to avoiding her. She must have heard something..."

I was stunned, the girl from the Veles family, the current mistress of the Potter family, yes, because she is the wife of the godson, and she has fought with her before, I also subconsciously put that lady in the scope of trust .

But if you think about it carefully, in terms of her standpoint and her consistent outlook on life and values, it is impossible for the children of the Veles family to help hide this matter. The most important thing is that the relationship between her and me is not as good as Me and Harry are so close.

She has always been a woman with firm beliefs. In fact, in a certain respect, she did nothing wrong. If it wasn't for Regulus this time, I would definitely agree with the Ministry of Magic's approach. After all...

However, this person is now Regulus.

I couldn't control the anger welling up in my heart.

What's more, I really don't know where Regulus went.

The Ministry of Magic cannot get information from me, so it can only rely on itself. Over the past few years, the intelligence system of the Ministry of Magic has borrowed many things from Muggles and has developed rapidly. I worry that one day they will get Regulus news.

But I can't stop it.

Although I won't be under house arrest, I definitely won't be able to access their internal information, which makes me even more uneasy. I can't go to Regulus by myself, because I'm not sure if I'm being watched, which makes me helpless .

But luckily, Harry was still willing to help me.

I soon had what Harry had revealed to me.

They found clues to Regulus. A few days ago in Knockturn Alley, there was a serious fire and fight in a shop. died of poisoning.

How could the Infernal Corpse appear alone in Knockturn Alley and fight with one person?This must have been done by Regulus Black.

According to the speculation of the Ministry of Magic, the shopkeeper must also be a loyal follower of the Dark Lord, but he hid it well and has been lurking all the time. Bella may have sought his help, and then planned to capture Regulus and send him over to find out if he was resurrected. secret.

I don't know what happened to them directly, let Regulus kill the shopkeeper, and fought with Bella, it seemed that both sides lost in the end.

Oh, can't you see that?Regulus left with Bella on purpose, just to figure out what she wanted to do, and his actions proved that he was not on Bella's side at all.

But the Ministry of Magic wouldn't say that, because the man to be captured couldn't be an innocent hero, that's all.

They finally found Regulus.

In fact, it should not be that the Ministry of Magic discovered Regulus, but rather, Bella and Regulus did not know who found who. They fought again and were discovered by the Ministry of Magic together.

Harry contacted me with a two-way mirror, looking even uglier than me.

He asked me to use apparition to rush over, and he told me that the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic hid it from him, and he didn't know until now that those people planned to eliminate Regulus and completely solve the future troubles.

To Auror, it was just a corpse. If Regulus was still human, Auror would never do this.

However, he is an infernal corpse, a product of black magic, perhaps marked with evil.

I rushed over, even if I broke with the Ministry of Magic and took Regulus with me to the end of the world, I would not let them touch my brother.

He is not guilty at all.

The moment I arrived, I clearly saw the scene where Regulus pierced Bella's chest with his claws. At the same time, Bella's Avada Death Curse also hit Regulus, But she probably forgot that Avada has no effect on Yin corpses.

Infernal corpses are just corpses activated by the Dark Lord.

This time, Bella finally really died.

Regulus once said that he would give Bella a chance, but he never said, what if Bella didn't cherish that opportunity?

I didn't expect that he chose to kill her with his own hands.

But what is even more unbelievable to me is that the people from the Ministry of Magic clearly should have captured Bella first, but they hid aside and waited for an opportunity, allowing Regulus to kill Bella.

Maybe they want the snipe and the clam to fight each other for the fisherman's profit, and they want the two to die together.

But now, Bella was dead, and Regulus looked even worse than last time with his half burnt, and the Aurors showed up one after another and surrounded him.

The kid didn't even look at those people. He looked at me directly, and then stared at me intently.

I walked up to him and blocked him behind me.

Then I raised my wand and faced what I thought was justice.

I think I have been wrong all along. Maybe we have fought for justice, but justice may not always be justice. A word like justice cannot be represented by a single human being or a group of human beings.

And the opposite is true of evil.

I have never been able to understand this, so I have my past.

I want to fight for the ideas in my heart, but I don't know when this direction began to deviate, and I didn't understand it until I was 47 years old.

Fortunately, it is not too late to understand now.

Regulus is still standing behind me, I can still protect him, I haven't lost everything yet.

I gripped my wand and pointed it at the Aurors.

I am a senior who has experienced the war and has the experience of reuniting and fighting. They dare not attack me casually.

The atmosphere became stalemate, and I looked at this group of people. They didn't think they did something wrong, but in fact, they really didn't do anything wrong.

If it were me, if it wasn't for Regulus, I would make the same choice as them.

All can be sacrificed for the greatest good.

But one day, of all that can be sacrificed, there will be something greater than the greatest.

It has nothing to do with right or wrong, good or evil, or position.

Just because, my heart already belongs.

A wall of fire broke the stalemate.

It wasn't me who shot, or someone shot at me, but someone inside the Auror slipped a block between me and the Auror.

It was Harry, it was he who shot suddenly, behind the flames, I vaguely saw him give me a look, and then nodded to me.

I didn't expect him to do this. Although he once said that with his current status and status, although these plans of the Ministry of Magic against Regulus cannot be stopped, at the same time, no one can interfere with what he wants to do.

That's why he was able to deliver messages all the way and follow these Aurors all the way.

That's why he dared to make a move. As long as it doesn't hurt anyone, it's still possible to stop someone and buy us some time.

Although... he will offend many people for this.

But I know that he is no longer the young savior he was back then. He is already a father with two children, an outstanding wizard who can stand on his own, and he can make the choice that does not violate his heart.

In a way, he's better than me.

I pulled over Regulus and used the opportunity to Apparate.

I slipped away with him, maybe what awaits us later is a secret pursuit, but I have never been so relaxed like this moment.

We went back to the old house of the Blakes together.

There is no way to go back to the Muggle town for the time being. Just a moment ago, I thought of this place by accident.

I took Regulus by the hand and entered the old house. It turned out that one day, I could return here with him. Such a scene was something I never imagined.

I am back.

We're back.

However, the moment I stepped through the door, Regulus, who had been dragged away by me without saying a word, suddenly leaned against my back.

"What's wrong?" As soon as I turned around subconsciously, he fell directly into my arms, as if all his strength had been taken away. I didn't notice until then that I was holding his hand tightly. I don't know when some sand-like powder stuck to it.

what is this?

When I realized something was wrong, countless grains of gray sand slipped from my arms, Regulus blinked and looked at me, some grains scattered from his face because of his facial movements.

I know where the grains of sand are coming from... Regulus is weathering!

I was petrified, thinking that he was under some strange spell, and holding him, I wanted to run out to find someone to find a solution.

But he stretched out his hand to hold me, shook his head and said, "It's Awada."

how come?How can the death curse be effective on the infernal corpse?

"Avada is a spell that strips the soul and body. It is ineffective for the corpse of the inferi because the corpse of the infernal has no soul." Regulus smiled and did not continue.

I get it, Inferi doesn't have a soul, but he does.

It's just that the way his soul resides in this body is very weird, so the death curse didn't work immediately, but... it will work eventually.

I held him, at the gate of Black's old house, I didn't know what to do.

He spread out in my arms bit by bit, the flowing gray grains of sand could not be held by both arms, they slipped from the cracks and scattered on the ground.

My mind went blank, but Regulus seemed indifferent.

I was incoherent, more like confirming, convincing myself: "You will not die."

"No, I will." He seems to want to laugh, but the outline of his face has been weathered and blurred, "To be correct, I'm already dead."

No, no, he was clearly there all the time.

"I don't know why Merlin let me continue to exist in this form, maybe I have always had obsessions."

"But now, I've never been so happy like this moment, because brother Sirius...you, you are already the brother in my heart... Live well."

The moment the words fell, he exploded gently in my arms, scattered all over the ground into dust, scattered from my arms, and I slipped away from the palm of my hand, disappearing between my fingers.

When the wind blows, he disappears.

Regulus and I have an unbreakable "I can't leave him" oath.

But all the time, he was the one who left me, over and over again, and finally disappeared completely.

I never violated my oath and left him voluntarily, but I still separated from him.

And now, the oath ends with the death of one of them.

I can't leave...it's like the biggest joke in the world, and I can't do anything about it.

I didn't tell anyone about Regulus' departure.

No, he's not gone, I'm sure he's still here.

Just like the first separation, he turned into a dementor and returned to me, the second separation, he turned into a ghost and met me, maybe every separation will be very long, but one day we will meet again.

I've always believed in that.

I embarked on a years-long round-the-world trip, as we had previously agreed.

I like to explore and discover those threatening and evil magical creatures, because my younger brother always likes to borrow the bodies of these creatures, maybe one day, he will suddenly appear among them, and then greet me with a smile.

The Ministry of Magic were still looking for us, but gradually, as time went on, they stopped looking.

I don't know how many years have passed, but I have never found Regulus. I have traveled to many places and seen many things, and I began to miss home.

I went back to England to find out that Harry already had a little girl who was 8 years old, and in a few years, she would be able to go to Hogwarts.

The villa that Regulus left in the Muggle town was preserved by Harry. The bitch Sith has been dead for many years. Her grandson does not know whether it is a great-grandson, but she still regards the villa as her own home , although, there is no longer a master who loves them.

Kreacher is also dead, he himself was a poor and old house-elf, after Regulus disappeared, he didn't want to see me again, and vowed to stick to this little master's house, but...he couldn't Persevere till the end.

It died, and so did Regulus, but Regulus never came back.

I went to the basement under a villa. Over the years, perhaps only the portraits have remained unchanged.

I went to see Mrs. Black, my mother, and she made a request of me on behalf of all the portraits of the Black family: I must leave an heir for Black.

Finally, she added, this was also Regulus' wish.

I agreed.

I dug out the strange brochures of Regulus back then, and the ladies on them were basically married, but there were always one or two accidents, and one or two became widows or divorced.

What's more, I'm not too old anymore. Although wizards live much longer and look younger, I'm still an old man after all.

I picked a long-haired, more handsome half-blood wizard, which seemed to be the style Regulus liked, as I recall.

My younger brother likes such a woman, but he has long since lost the qualification to find his own happiness.

Whether it's a dementor or a ghost.

I think I may have been able to accept the fact that he will never come back.

But I can never forget him, ever.

I proposed to the girl and took her home very quickly.

I didn't want to take her to the house of Regulus, but next door, the one that had been burned down before, was rebuilt and changed several owners, and finally arrived at the villa in my hand, where, Started a family.

My wife is a very gentle person, I have a responsibility to her, and we treat each other as guests.

But I think, I don't love her.

My life was too complicated, I had too many emotions, and I gave the last of those intense emotions to my brother.

I can't accept a love anymore, my heart is too tired and old with Regulus gone.

Later, my wife gave birth to a son for me, and I named him Regulus James Black, to commemorate the two people who made me regret and grieve the most. I don’t know if it’s a generation gap Genetically, my son looks very, very much like my brother Regulus.

I dote on him very much, hold everything he wants in front of his eyes, and satisfy all his requirements.

But he wasn't the Regulus I thought, I always knew.

I don't know how many years have passed, I can't remember clearly.

Little Regulus went to school, entered Slytherin, graduated, worked, and became a brilliant wizard.

My body is getting worse and worse, and I don't look like a long-lived wizard at all. I know that my life may be coming to an end. I probably can't wait for my son to find his own happiness, and then put Blake this The last name carried on.

I'm dying.

Before I die, I reflect on my long and short life.

I have been persistent, rebellious, crazy, and paid, and there are too many things that I can't forget.

Many people, many faces flashed before my eyes, and finally stayed on one person.

He accompanied me throughout my childhood, accompanied me throughout my prison life, and finally reunited with me in a Muggle town, but left again.

I have been on and off with him for the first half of my life, maybe he is not the most important person, but he is the one I care about and owe the most.

And the rest of my life, I spent almost all of my time remembering him. I searched for him, but if I couldn’t find him, I could only miss him. Except for my son, I can hardly think of anything else in my life since my brother disappeared. something I remember.

He actually left such a deep mark on me, let me remember him forever with his departure.

Until the moment came when I closed my eyes and dived forever into the darkness, he still didn't come back.

My brother my regulus myrey.

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I— Sirius Black, I am dead.