[HP] Years Whisk

Autumn 1982, No. 12 Grimmauld Place, Blake's old house.

"Dirty bastard! Scum! Blood traitor!" Every time Sirius passed by Walburga's room, such scolding would come from the room.

"Mother," Sirius replied casually, "if I'm a bastard, what are you, old bastard?"

"You, you bastard! Garbage! Beast!" Then, Walburga burst into more vicious words.

Sirius walked upstairs as if he didn't hear him, went to his room, closed the door, and stared blankly through the window.

After a while, he heard a sound coming from the fireplace in the hall on the first floor. It should be that the Floo network was connected——Narcissa came.

Sirius got up, walked to the living room for the first time, and took the initiative to meet Narcissa.

"Narcissa," Sirius called out unceremoniously to Narcissa who was about to walk to Walburga's room, "when are you going to let me out?"

"Siris," Narcissa looked at him, with some apology in her tone, "We can't let you out until we find Peter Pettigrew. After all, people think you are the real betrayer."

"Oh, find him?" Sirius folded his hands on his chest, "That mouse is good at running away, and it will take years to find him. Narcissa, don't become a stranger to your husband." Same, become a cold-blooded and vicious Death Eater!"

"How dare you say that about my husband!" Narcissa looked at Sirius angrily, "Lucius is much more sober and human than you."

"There is no distinction between good and evil, black and white, following the devil to wantonly kill innocent people, do you call this 'humane' and 'sane'?"

"Oh, at least better than you!" Narcissa said coldly, "I ask you, Sirius Black, what will you do if I let you out?"

"Of course, find the traitor, kill him, and avenge James and Lily!" Sirius said naturally.

"So I just said—" Narcissa looked at Sirius like a child who hasn't understood yet.She sighed slightly, "It's been more than two years, Sirius. In all these years, have you never considered your own responsibilities other than revenge?"

"My responsibility?" Sirius asked back. "Voldemort, who killed James and Lily, is dead. All I have to do is send that traitor to James' side and confess to him. What else is better than this?" Anything more important?"

"You never thought about the child that James Potter left behind. If I remember correctly, you should be the godfather of that child, right? But, have you ever fulfilled your godfather duties for a day? ?"

"Don't lie to me, Narcissa." Sirius looked at her firmly, "I know, you gave that child to Dumbledore's people. I trust Dumbledore. In his hands, the child Surely better than being stuck with me in this dark wizarding family."

"You can be that sure? Have you never even seen it with your own eyes?" Narcissa demanded.

"I—" Sirius wanted to retort, but suddenly ran out of words.

Narcissa didn't give him time to rebut, she accused: "Sires Black, you are such a coward.

"You were afraid that you could not protect the Potters well, so you chose to replace the secret keeper with Peter Pettigrew at the most critical moment, and prepared to use yourself as a bait to lure the Dark Lord into the bait. But you never thought that Peter Pettigrew would choose to take the initiative betray.

"You are afraid that James Potter's child will resent you, so after learning that Dumbledore, whom you admire, has taken over the child, you choose to ignore it, wishful thinking that everything is fine with him.

"Yes, you are never afraid of sacrificing yourself. But you are always afraid that you will be incompetent and unable to protect what you want to protect.

"So, you push out your own treasures and hand them over to others for safekeeping, but in the eyes of others, your treasures are worthless to them and can be discarded at any time.

"So what happened? So much has happened, don't you understand? If you don't hold your treasures firmly in the palm of your hand, you're bound to lose them eventually."

"Narcissa, I don't need you to accuse me of—"

Narcissa interrupted him. She said quickly, "The demon king who cannot be named is not dead, you know?"

"That's impossible! That day, I saw his dead body with my own eyes!"

"That man split his soul, so as long as he doesn't destroy all his split souls, he will return one day."

Sirius didn't believe Narcissa's words, and he looked a little sarcastically: "Splitting the soul? You can imagine this? Do you think it's a fairy tale in "The Tales of Peter the Bard"? If Voldemort can not die, then James and Lily should be able to come back to life too. Heh, Narcissa, what else do you know? Tell me all together. Let me listen too, your whimsy."

"Siris Black, it's useless to escape from reality. Let me tell you one last fact." Narcissa looked at him and said seriously, "Do you know how Regulus died? He betrayed the Dark Lord , exchanged his own life for a chance to destroy one of his soul fragments."

"Hahahaha," Sirius burst into a burst of maniacal laughter: "Are you joking? Narcissa!" He dragged Narcissa by her clothes like crazy and dragged her to the living room, pointing at the painting Regulus's head on the giant family tree: "You mean, my evil Death Eater brother is actually a hero? Hahaha, are you crazy, or am I crazy? Huh? Tell me, Naxi Sha?"

He looked at Narcissa as if asking for proof, but saw that there was no half-joke in her eyes, only deep sadness.

Sirius let go of Narcissa's clothes in shock, and took half a step back.He shook his head in disbelief, refusing to accept the news. "This is impossible, you are lying to me! How could it be? He is obviously an evil dark wizard!"

Sirius turned around and rushed into Regulus' room, flipping through his diary on the desk, trying to find some 'incriminating evidence' from it.

That thick diary was a Christmas gift to Regulus in a certain year when he was young, and it was well preserved by Regulus. The cover was reinforced with several anti-wrinkle magic patterns.

The first diary in that diary was written more than ten years ago, and the handwriting is immature but serious.

April 1971, 8, sunny.

Starting tomorrow, my brother will go to Hogwarts to study.

I'm going to be the only one left at home again.

Every time my brother is not by my side, I feel very lonely.Only when my elder brother is at home, will this family appear to be alive.Sure enough, I really don't want my brother to go to school.

But Regulus, you are no longer a child, you can no longer act like a baby with your brother.

I know.So, I found this diary.

This is a gift from my brother.From now on, let him accompany me for a year for my brother. After one year, I can go to Hogwarts to find my brother.

May 1971, 9, cloudy.

This, how is this possible!Brother, how could my brother be assigned to Gryffindor College!The Sorting Hat must have gotten it wrong!

My mother is actually writing a roaring letter, I wonder how sad my brother will be when he hears it.

He should be very sad now.

Why, why am I a few years younger than my brother?If I could be as old as my brother, I could run directly to his side and comfort him now.

However, if I write a letter to my brother now, will it anger my mother who is already in a rage again?I don't want to see any more divisions in my family.

So, brother, you wait for me for two more days, and I will write to you when my mother calms down a bit.

I hope you are not too sad now, no matter what, you still have me, I will always be by your side.

......

On December 1971, 9, light rain.

My mother saw my letter to my brother, and I've never seen her so angry with me.She hit me the first time and fined me not to eat dinner.

These are actually nothing, I just felt the feelings of my brother before, they are all small things.

But what confuses me is, does it really matter which college you are in?How could he abandon his brother just because he went to Gryffindor?No matter what he does, he is my brother.

It's just that my mother didn't listen to my persuasion to her, and destroyed all the equipment in my room that could communicate with the outside world, and even killed my owl.

So, maybe during this period of time, I won't be able to contact my brother.

How is he now?Are you comfortable in Gryffindor?Did anyone belittle and bully him because he came from a Slytherin family?Did he call back?Can he make good friends?Will he still be so stubborn, angry with his mother and disregarding his own body?

I'm really worried about him.I hope this year will pass faster, so I can find him sooner.

......

On September 1971, 9, it was dark.

I went to see that person.

Mother feared the man.I never knew why, but tonight, I can feel it.

He is like the god of death itself, with the inviolable sense of dignity and the arrogance and fierceness that regard life as nothing.

In the eyes of that person, there has never been anything equal to him.He looked at us, no different from looking at a few ants.

That person actually wanted to kill his brother because of his brother's separation! ! !

I can't allow this to happen, never!

I look at my mother.Although the mother was struggling, her expression was not so determined.If that person presses her a few more words, maybe she will compromise!After all, the mother has two children, and her brother is a 'traitor' in their eyes.

But I'm just such a brother.He is the best person in the world to me.

When I was young, because of my frail body, I was often bullied by other pure-blood children in various banquets.It was my elder brother who helped me call back one by one, 'recovering the field' for me, so that those guys would not dare to look down on me anymore.

Although my brother sometimes thinks I'm dull and lacking my own opinion, at home, he always takes me with him in everything he does.He took me out of pale words and boring books, and showed me a colorful and beautiful outside world.He was like a ray of light, taking me out of this claustrophobic room, leading me to do novel things that I couldn't even imagine, illuminating my whole world.

I absolutely, absolutely cannot let them kill my brother!

If the Black family must find someone to take on this so-called 'pure-blood responsibility', then let me do it.I've grown up, not just hiding behind my brother.

However, if this is the case, maybe in the future, I will have to distance myself from my brother.If you don't want him to come into contact with these darkness.

Brother, I miss you so much.

Sirius looked at the words in the diary in his hand.how come?These must be fake.Regulus actually took on the so-called "pure blood duties" for him, so he joined the Death Eaters?

He flipped back quickly without giving up.There must be, there must be proof that Regulus committed the crime voluntarily.He tried so many heinous Death Eaters, which one is not a heinous crime?Which one didn't suffer on its own accord and voluntarily sank into this quagmire?

The pages of the paper were flipped backwards, and the diary was almost full of neat and clear lines of writing.Until it reached the middle of the diary, the paper was roughly cut with the tip of a quill pen, as if to vent anger.A dark red stain, whether it was blood or ink, settled on the page, making it particularly conspicuous and abrupt.

Sirius struggled to decipher the cursive fonts on these pages, seeing the disorganized words and sentences.

December 1976, 12 was bitterly cold.

Christmas?Ah.

Death Eaters meeting.

kill.kill.kill.

Blood.Blood.Blood.Blood.Blood.

Disgusting.

Arrogance, jealousy, rage, laziness, greed, addiction, gluttony.

The sin is heavy.

There is no redemption.

December 1976, 12 was another dull day.

Muggles.wizard.pure blood.mixed race.

Snake teeth.Bloody mouth.

broken bones.beating heart.Blood!Blood!Blood! !

Green bile.Squirming intestines.

frightened.scream.despair.carnival.

They are all crazy, is it so fun to kill people?

Viscous and filthy blood.mud.Fetid breath.

On December 1976, 12, the light rain turned fine.

Finally going back to school.

Finally, it was time to end all of this.

I saw Sirius and James Potter in the corridors of Hogwarts, laughing and playing out of the Transfiguration classroom.He didn't see me.

He has grown taller again.But it seems that he has lost a little weight, but he has become more handsome.Even though he was excommunicated by his mother, some Slytherin girls still pursued him.I don't know, who will he choose to marry in the end?From Gryffindor, or from Slytherin?Although I really don't want to admit it, maybe Gryffindor is more likely.

Around his neck is a hand-knit scarf.The color is Gryffindor red with gold lace.

The same Potter had one around his neck, and it looked as if it had come from the same hand, except for the name embroidered on it.Probably a Christmas present from that Potter's mother or grandmother.

Warm red.It is completely different from the dark red of blood coagulation.

(However, why Sirius can smile so happily at the people of Gryffindor. Go to hell with that Potter! Go to hell! Obviously I am his younger brother!) [This passage is crossed out by a horizontal line]

I should be happy for Sirius.

He has found a family that can accommodate him again.

He looked like he was having a good laugh.

very nice.

April 1976, 12, sunny.

......

Sirius anxiously turned to the last page of the diary that had writing on it.I saw the last words written by Regulus.

On this day, the handwriting in his diary seemed a bit scribbled, and I don't know if it was because of haste or restlessness.

July 1979, 1, overcast.

I'm about to set off.This time, I don't know if I will come back.

Dark Lord.One day, you will die at the hands of the righteous camp where Sirius is.I'm just asking you for the price you should pay in advance for my upright brother.

If I am lucky enough to return, I will personally go to Sirius to apologize.

If I die unfortunately, I hope that the sins of the Black family will end with me, and Sirius will not be involved.

Sirius stared at the words in his hands, his hands dropped limply from shock and grief.Even when the diary in his hand fell to the ground, he didn't bother to pick it up.

He burst into tears.

Why are you so stupid, Regulus.

It was I who willfully abandoned my responsibilities and pushed you to hell alone.

It's obviously my fault, but in the end, why didn't you hate me, but instead swallowed the bitter fruit I caused for me?

Life is a cycle.

What you owe to others, in the end, time will ask you for it for that person.

With interest, never delay.

The Chamber of Secrets at Malfoy Manor, late autumn 1982.

Narcissa really couldn't bear to see Sirius walking dead and giving up on himself, so, with Lucius' consent, she brought him here.

"Rael!" Sirius widened his eyes in shock when he saw the person lying on the bed in the secret room.He looked at Narcissa with pleading eyes, eager to know the answer, but was also afraid of hearing an answer for the first time. "That's Regulus? It's Regulus, right! Is he still alive? Is he still alive!"

"Lucius and I arrived at the last moment and rescued him." Narcissa said softly, "However, he was poisoned by the Infernal Corpse and has been sleeping. I don't know when he will wake up."

"It's good to be alive, it's good to be alive." Sirius murmured, "I can wait as long as I want. I just want him to live."

"I'm sorry," he rubbed his hands to Regulus' bedside step by step, and knelt in front of Regulus' bed trembling all over. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He bent down deeply and kissed Regulus' face. "Please wake up earlier, no matter how much you beat and scold me, I will not fight back. Even if you want to kill me after waking up, I am willing."