[hp] Pure White Age

No, he is very soft-tempered, unable to do what a Death Eater should do... But there is no way to quit, there are only two ways to join the Death Eaters, either work hard to the end, or die. "

Sirius gathered the blanket around him.He had begun to feel cold after being away from the fire for a while, but the sight before him soothed him. "If only James were here," he whispered.

Harry's father was probably more of a brother to Sirius than Regulus.Ron remembered their first meeting—Lupine led him to talk in the Room of Requirement, which had a completely different layout from the Black House, and there was a picture of James on the table.Thinking about it now, it was a safe place in Sirius' subconscious mind.

While Ron was thinking about this, Molly turned and found them.And before that, Sirius had already walked up to him with a smile and gave Arthur a hug.Ron watched Dad carefully avoid Sirius' chest and patted him on the back. "I bought the medicine back and went to three pharmacies," he said.

"Don't say such a spoiler, it smells like slugs and mud," replied Sirius, keeping his eyes on the smiling Harry.

Everyone smiled and sat at the table.Ron paid so much attention to Sirius tonight that he didn't even notice that he had drunk more than usual.Tonks remembered Snape's request and sent Sirius back to the room early.After Sirius went upstairs, Mollie buttered and re-roasted the chicken, and they all ate very well.

Ron's ears were red, as he always did with alcohol, but the Weasleys drank well, and he was still sane.He watched Harry and Lupine joke, and the prophecy that Dumbledore had given him rang in his ears again.It was Trelawney's voice—

"The man with the power to conquer the Dark Lord came near...born to a family who defeated the Dark Lord three times...born at the end of the seventh month...the Dark Lord marked him as a rival, but he had the Dark Lord Unknowable energies...one must die at the hand of the other, for neither can live, only one survives...the one who has the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born at the end of the seventh month..."

Tableware from the Potter family flickered in the candlelight.The family that defeated the Dark Lord three times, two people can't live at the same time... Ron can't forget the moment when he and Draco entered Snape's space for the last time and handed the crystal ball into the hands of the illusory Lily Evans.

"Thank you," said Harry's mother.She watched them tenderly, with Harry's like eyes.She listened to all the prophecies in silence. "Who would have thought that a simple prophecy could cause so many tragedies?" she said. "It's not that prophecies predict people, but people believe in prophecies."

"Can you help him?" Draco asked, "He also didn't expect that this prophecy would lead to the death of you and Mr. Potter. Now his will lacks the power to fight the Horcrux because of his guilt towards you."

"Lily" tilted her head and thought for a while.She was only in her twenties when she died, and that kind of beauty still hides the childishness of a girl.It was such a woman who defended her son against Voldemort with love.Finally, she stretched out her hand, and the crystal ball slowly rose away from her fingertips, emitting an incomparable brilliance in the entire Department of Mysteries. "This piece of memory is complete." She said, "In exchange, I will take away the piece of memory that he fears the most, and he will forget it, and only remember my smile from the past. It's a pity that I'm just a phantom, and I can't change the space Others, but at least I did you a favor, and yes, I feel..."

Her voice faded away.Draco and Ron had never seen anything like it before, watching that beautiful phantom being consumed by some unseen force.Her white face gradually decayed, turning into gray dust scattered in the air.Ron gripped Draco's hand tightly, which he told himself meant success - that Snape's deepest desperation was being materialized, which meant it was beginning to separate from the will of the whole.The power of the space master is growing, but the power of the Horcrux is weakening.At this moment, the originally calm phantom of destruction suddenly showed a painful expression.A single tear slipped from the back of her still eye, and fell, becoming a Ravenclaw diadem in the air.

"Get out of here!" Draco picked up the crown on the ground, pulled Ron and ran towards the entrance of Dumbledore's office.The power of the Horcrux is very strong, so once it reveals its original form, they must immediately take it out of space.A Horcrux that has a spell with space cannot exist in the real world, and this is its only fatal flaw.There was a strong thrust from the world behind them, and the master's will helped them push the door open. In the next second, they fell heavily on the corridor.

They didn't have time to look at "Lily" one last time.Yet the crown of her tears still glowed silver-blue in Draco's hand.They ran out of the Mirror of Erised and watched it disintegrate in real air, as if it were not a Horcrux created by the most wicked spells, but a children's paper toy.

Ron felt as if he was really drunk.The mysterious diadem flickered in the candlelight, and suddenly disappeared.He saw the messy cups and plates on the clean white tablecloth, stretched out a hand in front of him, and took away the wine glass from his table.

"Get tired, go back to sleep." Molly put her elbow on his shoulder.

Only then did Ron realize that everyone had left.Only Arthur sat on the sofa in the living room in a daze.Ron got up and walked upstairs, and in a daze he remembered that Christmas wasn't like this in the past, at The Burrow, they would dance and laugh after dinner, wouldn't they?

Outside the window next to the stairs, white snowflakes were blown down by the wind.The stone bricks of Grimmauld Place were covered and turned into a pure white world.Although the windows were closed tightly, it was cold to stand in front of the wind, but Ron was reluctant to leave the illusion that everything was clean as before.He misses the trouble-free self of the past, and suddenly misses Draco a little.If he had let his impulses go, he would have flown into the fireplace at Malfoy Manor by now.

From the kitchen came the sound of my mother washing the dishes.Ron was sobered up by the wind. He knew he couldn't sleep now, so he ran back to stay with his mother.

What if mom knew his life might be in danger?Ron sometimes doesn't understand his mother.Molly Weasley was the kind of woman who would shed tears over soap operas, but she joined the Order of the Phoenix, kept Black House in order, and witnessed death and bloodshed.This time, it was Sirius who frightened her.

"Merry Christmas, Mom."

"Merry Christmas." Molly gave him a sweet smile, "I'm sorry that the adults are too busy recently, so I didn't prepare any presents for you."

"Oh, it doesn't matter," said Ron.While the family is never short of Christmas presents, this year is a special occasion.The Ministry of Magic has reduced the working hours of some members, and their wages have been reduced accordingly. Arthur is one of them.The Department for the Prohibition of the Misuse of Muggle Supplies was originally a small department, and Arthur was worried that some high-level Ministry of Magic would fall to Voldemort, and all diplomatic work involving Muggles would be no better than before.

But it doesn't matter how difficult it is, as long as everyone is alive, this is the voice of all the elders during this period of time.Most of the children are not so contented because they live in the glass enclosure of Hogwarts.At this point, Ron has already half-stepped into the ranks of adults.

Molly told Ron that the reason why Dad didn't go back to his room to sleep was because he was waiting to give Sirius the medicine.The wound on Sirius' chest was in the healing period, and he often couldn't sleep because of the pain at night, and he could only get better by applying "slug mud".Ron took the medicine and coaxed Arthur, who was straight-headed, into the bedroom, and the night was finally quiet.

Ron went into Sirius' room.He had visited every room in the Black House, and the rooms of Sirius and Regulus left a deep impression on him.They were brothers, and from the perspective of the genealogy, Regulus' eyebrows and eyes were also similar to those of Sirius, only softer.But their rooms are very different: there is no green in Sirius' room, there are posters of Quidditch stars on the wall, and the family crest engraved on the bedside is scarred by a knife.And Regulus is the opposite of his brother - silver and green fill the whole room, clean and orderly, like a medieval girl's boudoir.

Sirius didn't seem to be completely asleep, and painful groans spewed out from his mouth from time to time.Ron dropped the hand he was trying to scratch and unwrapped his chest.The scene in front of him was terrifying under the faint candlelight: there was a hole in Sirius' left chest, and the bones were faintly visible among the dried flesh.Ron applied the medicine to the new tender meat according to his father's instructions, and his hands were a little weak.Professor Flitwick had taught them that the Killing Curse could enter the human body and destroy life from the inside out.When harbored with the greatest hatred in its heart, it can reduce even bones to dust.If it weren't for Dumbledore, Sirius would have died if he hadn't been shot in the heart.

"Why are you today?"

"I asked for it myself. Dad looks tired."

"Indeed." Sirius said with his eyes closed. "Working in the Ministry of Magic is like being tortured, not to mention completing the missions of the Order of the Phoenix. Arthur and Tonks are very difficult... By comparison, I seem Nothing has been done here."

"Why do you think so?" Ron frowned, he felt that he didn't like Sirius' tone of voice, "If it weren't for you, we wouldn't even have a stronghold, let alone you suffered so badly to protect Harry. injury."

"That's where I'm useless. I shouldn't have left here without knowing the situation. I'm always too impulsive."

"But if you haven't rushed to the Department of Mysteries first, maybe Harry has been hurt by Death Eaters." Ron put on the ointment, "Everyone is relieved that you survived, stop saying such depressing words, this Not like you."

"With my current situation, I don't know when I will be able to regain my fighting power." Sirius shook his head, "Ron, do you understand? When I think of the people who killed James and Lily coming back, I can't stand by your side." Fighting, I feel that life has lost its meaning. If I didn’t have hatred in my heart, and I didn’t think that I must tell Harry the truth, I would never be able to come back from Azkaban. But now I have lost my strength.”

Ron didn't know what to say.Sirius is very similar to Harry and himself, they are all Gryffindors through and through, good at moving towards their goals, but who knows that losing their goals will make the pure Gryffindors fall into deeper self-doubt than ordinary people middle.

"Anyway, I believe what Harry said, you and Dumbledore protected him together. Harry needs you very much, and we all need you."

"Okay," said Sirius.He braced himself and helped Ron put the new bandages on. "I've been thinking about that day lately," Sirius said suddenly, before Ron was about to leave. "Bella might be pregnant."

Ron paused.

"What did you say?"

Sirius glanced at him, then closed his eyes again. "Bella may be pregnant," he repeated. "She was emotionally unstable that day, and she really wanted to kill me when she cast the Killing Curse. Dumbledore didn't actually have time to lure the spell away, it just weakened it." The truth is that when she yelled the Killing Curse, I cast a spell on her stomach at the same time, and she missed it in order to avoid it. It was just a Falling Curse, and she didn't need to be so guarded at all."

"……Are you sure?"

"I do not know."

Ron closed the door and had no intention of going back to the room to rest.His mind was on Voldemort and Bella Lestrange's unborn child.Bella had aborted two children for Voldemort in the past, which Draco had overheard from his mother.Why didn't Voldemort do that this time?He walked down the stairs blankly, and the snow outside the window had stopped.

A horrible thought seized him.

The boy was of Black blood.At this moment, Ron suddenly realized that there was a reason for the inexplicable panic in his heart when he first heard the news.Although the spiritual power of the wizard increases with the growth of magical ability, there is another kind of pure power in the baby, which can also nourish black magic.

Will Voldemort want his own child to replace Draco as the owner of the necklace?Or, there might be some other unexpected use for the child... the thought horrified Ron, and he hoped in his heart that Sirius had been wrong.

Before Arthur left, he extinguished the fire, which was like the mouth of a devouring animal in the darkness.There was a sudden "hiss" from the burnt firewood, which startled Ron.Then, something even more surprising happened, Draco stood in front of him.

"Are you dumbfounded, Weasel?"

Draco was wearing silver-green pajamas, his hair was more voluminous than usual, and his cheeks were rosy.The other party seemed to be in a good mood. "I stayed up late on purpose," he said, puffing his hands, "I don't know which room you sleep in, I thought it would be difficult to find you without alarming others, but I didn't expect you to be here ..."

"You didn't tell me you'd come," said Ron in a daze.

"Because I thought of it on the spur of the moment, idiot." Draco walked up to him, and dusted off his pants with disgust. "I miss you," he whispered. "I got you a Christmas present, you know... if it's not Christmas, it's not a Christmas present."

"I didn't prepare a Christmas present for you." Ron was a little embarrassed. "It's okay," Draco replied.He looked at him a little evasively, "I also made a temporary decision."

They didn't turn on the lights, and let the street lights outside the window illuminate each other's silhouettes. "I miss you too, Merry Christmas," Ron whispered.He wrapped his arms around Draco's shoulders, and Draco naturally wrapped his arms around his waist, their breaths touching.