[HP] Years Whisk

"Sissy? Are you here?" An old and weak voice came from a dark room on the first floor of Black's old house.

"Yes, it's me, Aunt Walburga." Narcissa responded quickly. "Me, and Lucius. Let's come and see you." She took Lucius by the arm, led him to a bedroom at the end of the corridor, and knocked on the door. "Auntie? I came in?"

After getting a response from the people inside, Narcissa pushed the door open.

Lucius followed her into the bedroom.

It was a large room, but all the windows were covered by thick curtains, and there was no light in the room, and there was a heavy musty and rotten smell.

Narcissa expertly used 'Knox' to light up the candlesticks hanging on the walls of the room.This allowed Lucius to see the surroundings clearly—although the room was large, it seemed empty inside, with almost no new decorations, but all tapestries and silverware that seemed to be old at first glance, which looked extraordinarily cold and boring. dilapidated.

"Master Malfoy, you came with Sissy too? Please forgive me, I can't get up to entertain you." An old, dry and thin old woman was lying on the only double bed in the house, her hair was disheveled and gray , The tone is like a weakness that has not recovered from a long illness.

"You are too polite. I am Sissy's husband. I should join her in saluting to you as a junior. How can I let you stand up to entertain me?" Lucius replied politely.

"The children of this generation of the Black family, Narcissa is the luckiest. Although she is not as capable as Bella, and not as good as my poor Rael who sacrificed for the glory of the family, she can marry you Such a husband is really her honor." Walburga said with some relief, looking at Lucius and Narcissa's interlocking hands.

"You are overrated. It is my luck to marry Sissy as my wife." Lucius said flatly.

He obviously didn't want to waste any more time with this old woman who had completely lost her pure blood demeanor and temperament.In fact, even walking into this smelly room was for Cici's sake.So, he quietly squeezed Narcissa's fingers tightly, giving her a signal that he was being patient.

"Aunt," Narcissa said hastily after receiving the message from Lucius, "we are here to see if you are in good health recently, and there is nothing else to do. Your room is too cold, Look, would you ask Kreacher to change the room facing the sun for you? It would be good for your health."

"I don't want it!" Walburga said crazily. "This is my room with Orion. If I change rooms, how will he and Regulus find me?"

Narcissa frowned sadly.She just wanted to comfort Walburga, but she heard Walburga's bitter and vicious curse: "The group of dirty, damned pariahs, ugly mudbloods, pigs, and shameful sludge, hurry up!" Go die! Go pay for my Orion and my excellent little Rael! My lord Dark Lord, you should be the ruler of the magic world. Hurry up and show your might, and put those outsiders who are spying on us on our status and Kill the bastards of property..."

She cursed to herself, showing her madness and viciousness like no one else.Lucius coughed lightly, interrupting her self-contained words: "Mrs. Black, then, if this is the case, Sissy and I will leave first. There are other matters waiting for us to deal with in Malfoy Manor. We came here today just to tie a runaway wild dog home. Now that this matter has been completed, we will take our leave first."

"Yes, yes, yes, yes," Walburga urged, as if realizing that there were other people in the room, "Hurry up and go back. Remember, help me kill a few more Mudbloods on the way, and have a good time." Teach them what is called dignity."

Lucius did not refute Walburga's words, he just nodded to Walburga politely and full of alienation, and then turned to Narcissa: "Sissi? Shall we go?"

Narcissa turned her head and glanced at Walburga who was lying ill in bed.She knew that Walburga, completely disheartened by the dimness of Regulus's name on the genealogy, locked himself in this room, cursing everything all day long.Narcissa would visit this aunt she was not familiar with when she was free, but she never told Walburga the news that Regulus was still alive but sleeping in Malfoy Manor.

Because from the beginning to the end, Walburga always thought that Regulus was sacrificed for the great cause of the Dark Lord.Although he was saddened by the death of Regulus, compared to Sirius, the scum of the family, Walburga had always firmly believed that Regulus had carried forward the glory of the family, and that he died a worthy and honorable death!

Narcissa worried that if she told Walburga that Regulus was still alive, she would force Regulus to put on the family shackles again.So, even seeing Walburga's grief, she made up her mind and didn't say anything.

Narcissa turned her head again, and Lucius was still waiting for her answer.She smiled apologetically at Lucius: "Come on, Luke. Let's go back."

Then, she took Lucius' hand, and through the Floo network, the two returned to Malfoy Manor together.

At bedtime that day, Narcissa looked uncharacteristically vulnerable.

"Luke," she snuggled into Lucius's arms, resting her head on Lucius' shoulder, "you say, one day, when I'm old, will I look like Walb too?" As mean and pathetic as my aunt?"

"Of course not," Lucius held her tighter, turned his head, and put his cheekbones against her forehead.He said softly: "My Sissy will always be the most precious gem in my hand. Even when she gets old, she will still be beautiful and moving. Time can only make you more brilliant."

"If the day comes, I hope I can face aging calmly and gracefully." Narcissa murmured softly in his arms.

"At that time, I will be with you. We will become gray hair together." His tone was so beautiful, so beautiful that Narcissa wanted to cry for it.

"I love you, Luke." Narcissa curled herself into Lucius' reassuring embrace, kissed Lucius' collarbone lightly, and then closed her eyes easily, as if letting go of some burden. eyes.

"I love you too, my Sissy." Lucius also closed his eyes. He breathed in the fragrance of Narcissa's hair, which made people feel a sense of belonging, and slowly sank into the darkness. sweet dreams.

Black's old house in Grimmauld Place a month later.

Sirius had been locked in his room for nearly a month.He also gradually calmed down from the initial madness.But the flame of hatred is still burning in his heart, but it no longer floats on the surface, but is deeply engraved in the bottom of his heart.

He's always going to kill Pettigrew, the only difference is how long he's on the run, Sirius thought.Now, he is waiting for an opportunity, an opportunity that allows him to escape from Black's old house and go out for revenge.

So he feigned obedience and stopped insisting on hunger strikes or slamming himself against walls.Finally, Kreacher released him from his own room, allowing him to 'breathe' properly in Black's old mansion.

Sirius walked in this house that he used to be familiar with in a very distant memory.

He remembered that when he was young, this house looked quite lively, and even the people who came to the house were all dignitaries from pure-blood families, but at that time there would always be some dances or salons here, and there was still some 'human' atmosphere .

In the former Blake's old house, gold utensils, silver wine glasses, and crystal chandeliers shone in the banquet hall, and the wax on the floor seemed to reflect people's shadows.But now, Blake's old house is full of dust, revealing desolation and dilapidation everywhere.

Today's house is like a huge haunted house, but also like a huge cage, people can't struggle, there is no way to escape.

Father.and Regulus.For the sake of these ridiculous family honors, they turned into murderous executioners and lost their lives.And what about the mother?Is it still the same now, disregarding black and white, ignorant of right and wrong?

Sirius thought, and walked naturally outside Walburga's room on the first floor.He pushed open the door and saw Walburga lying ill in bed.

"Narcissa?" Walburga woke up from half-sleep and half-comatose in a daze.

"It's me, mother." Sirius looked at the old woman on the bed, for a moment, his face couldn't tell whether it was sad or happy.

"Ah, it's my Rael." Walburga said to Sirius at the door with a confused look, "Rael, come quickly into mother's arms. Look at you, why did it take you so long to come back?" See me? I've been waiting for you for a long time."

"Mother, it's me." Sirius said softly, neither resentment nor joy in his tone. "The Sirius Black you excommunicated."

Walburga looked at Sirius carefully as if she was seeing this person in the room for the first time.Then, her expression quickly turned into disgust and hatred: "So it's you! Bastard! What are you doing back here? You should have died outside long ago, so you can lessen the discredit to our Black family!"

"Mother." Sirius clenched his fists, "Why do you hate me so much? I don't think I have done anything worthy of Black's name."

"Because you are damned! Merlin has no eyes, why is it not you who died, but my well-behaved Rael! If only you were the one who died! I shouldn't have given birth to you in the first place!" Walburga said from Struggling to get up on the bed, she didn't look at Sirius as if she was looking at her son, but as if she was looking at an enemy with bloody feud. "You beast! Scum! Blood traitor! Get lost!"

"Mother, I want to get out too. I can't wait to get out and avenge James and the others." Sirius wiped away the bit of sadness in his heart. He had fantasies about this woman just now?This is really ridiculous.He looked at Walburga with a sneer. "But I can't get out. You should ask your good niece, and your niece-in-law, what good things have been done by these 'pure blood elites' you admire."

"Mudblood! Trash! Debt collector! Garbage! Go away! Go away!" Walburga didn't hear what Sirius said.The vicious cursing and scolding in her mouth never stopped.

Sirius picked his ears indifferently, he shrugged: "In that case, I'll go first." He pushed open the door and walked outside.

Walburga's vicious words did not stop with Sirius' departure.She was still blaming Sirius with every vicious word she could think of, like she wanted him to die right away.

"Oh, by the way." Sirius pushed the door open again. "The Voldemort to whom you so desperately wanted to serve is dead. From now on, you'd better not talk about his achievements." Then he slammed the door shut, shutting out Walburga's harsh screams and scolding. inside the room.

Sirius exited Walburga's room and walked back into the gloomy corridor of Black's old house.

Alone, he wandered along the corridor to the living room in the center of Black's old house.There, he remembered, as a child, had been the perfect spot for him and Regulus to chase each other and pretend to 'duel'.

He stood quietly in the living room for a while, then raised his eyes and saw the huge Blake family tree hanging on the most conspicuous wall behind the living room, hanging from the roof to the ground.He couldn't help but walk up to the end of the family tree.

"Reculus," Sirius said, closing his eyes. "Your paranoia still killed you in the end." He stroked Regulus' head on the family tree with his hand, feeling the roughness of the embroidery under his fingers, and suddenly felt a little tired in his heart. "How much more noble is pure blood than hemp? What a stupid idiot."