The Son of Light of the Snake House

Sirius felt a little dazed.

He lay on the bed, staring at the familiar yet unfamiliar ceiling, in a daze.

The wooden headboards were carved with patterns; the tall windows were shaded by long velvet curtains; the chandeliers were ornate and beautiful, and the candles in their holders were condensed in drops.The pictures on the walls and the headboards are also dusty, and the light from the pendant lights extends over the large wooden armoire.

All of this made him feel infinitely confused, this seemed to be his home, his room.

But strangely, it wasn't quite what he remembered.

He still remembers that when he was a very, very middle-school and rebellious teenager, he used posters and pictures to cover up the silver-gray walls to reveal only a few gaps, and even cast permanent sticking spells—even if his parents didn’t way to cope.

He also had several huge Gryffindor banners plastered around the room, scarlet and gold making him very happy at the time.There were also pictures of Muggle motorcycles on the walls, and a couple of posters of Muggle girls in bikinis that he'd picked up from Muggle magazines.

But now, none of that is there.

Like a little mermaid that has turned into a bubble, disappearing into the scorching sun outside the window.

Sirius just lay there, and then raised his hand to look at it. The small pair of green and immature palms were joined together, and then separated for careful inspection. Every line on it represented his youth. He couldn't help but slapped his little fleshy face fiercely, and then let out a cry because of too much force.

"Sirius! What is the ghost's name!" Immediately outside the door came the mother's cry: "Get up and eat!"

Sirius put on his robe slowly, pushed open the door slowly, and immediately looked at his brother in the bedroom next to him.

Sirius took two steps back, and was about to close the door with his hands, but was blocked by Regulus, with a gentle smile on his face: "Brother—mother asked me to ask you to eat. "

Throughout the meal time, Sirius was autistic.It was so weird, it never occurred to him.On my 45th birthday, I suddenly returned to when I was 11 years old.

Although he is not very clear about the current state, but according to the time shown on the calendar he just saw, soon...

An owl slammed into the glass, and the serious mother immediately smiled: "Regulus, go and bring our little messenger of the good news—your brother's Hogwarts acceptance letter has arrived!"

...............

"Aren't you happy?" When Sirius sat on the balcony blankly, a head poked out from the balcony on the other side.

"Regulus, do you know you're scary like this?" Sirius didn't move.

"Maybe, but you weren't frightened—you didn't jump up like you did this morning." Regulus said, thought for a while, climbed up the balcony railing with one hand, jumped over, and sat on his Next to the silly brother, he also looked at the sky full of stars like his silly brother.

"Too unreserved." Sirius curled his lips. For some reason, he felt that his mentality gradually coincided with that of the ****. In short, he became childish.

Regulus ignored him, just observed him, and said: "You have changed." Before Sirius could answer, he asked himself: "You were not like this last night."

"..." Sirius couldn't remember what he did 35 years ago, he didn't say anything.

"Did you forget?" Regulus laughed: "Last night you told your mother that you didn't want to go to Slytherin but wanted to go to Ravenclaw, but your mother caught and beat you, and I secretly went to your bedroom to see you at night. , but you thought I was there to see a joke, and you had a big fight with me—what, you forgot now?"

Sirius pretended to be deep: "I never remember those useless things."

"That's why you reminded me not to eat your creme brulee for two months in a row?" Regulus sneered at him.

Sirius unexpectedly didn't refute him. Regulus waited for a long time, but he didn't wait for his brother to become angry. He turned his head to look, but saw that his face and eyes were full of nostalgia, and there were some things he couldn't see in it. understand things.

Creme Brulee...

He hasn't had it in 30 years.

Regulus frowned. He didn't understand what kind of stimulation Sirius had received today. Before he could take any measures, he saw Sirius jump up and run towards the door.

"Hey! Why are you going?"

"Get the creme brulee!" Sirius didn't look back.

"Why are you running so fast, I didn't steal it." Regulus stomped his feet and got up himself: "Bring me one too!"

...............

"Padfoot." James always felt that his partner was very silent today.

"...What's the matter?" Sirius turned his head, layers of forests and mountains galloped past behind him, and the violent wind poured into the train compartment through the open window, blowing his hair into the air.

"You..." Before James finished speaking, the door was pushed open. He looked at the door, and then immediately cheered up: "Moon face! You're here, where is Wormtail?"

"He's looking for his pet, so I'll come here first. The cart will be here later, what do you want to eat?" Lupine lay down on the seat: "I'm so hungry, I can eat at least three pumpkins group."

"I want to eat some Bibi multi-flavored beans. For Padfoot... creme brulee? I remember this is your favorite."

Sirius frowned immediately: "I won't eat."

Lupine and James looked at him immediately: "What's the matter with you? Are you uncomfortable?"

"...No." It's just that when my mother turned over the dishes on half of the long table directly on her body, and the robe mixed with soup and vegetable leaves was dripping on her body, for some reason, she suddenly felt sticky. The sticky crème brûlée had become hideous, just like his mother.

Sirius was silent for a while, and then said again: "I have fallen out with my family, and I will not go back."

He looked at the bewildered face of his friend looking at each other, and laughed abruptly: "Shouldn't you be happy for me? What kind of expression is this?"

"...Why so suddenly?" James recovered his brain.

"Is there any specific timing for this thing?" Sirius asked him back: "I just can't bear the hypocrisy and hypocrisy of my life anymore."

"What about the Black family?" asked Lupine, who always hit the nail on the head.

The smile on Sirius' face faded away.The wind slammed the door of the box open, and in the whistling wind, Lupine and James heard their friend's low-pitched answer.

"There's still Regulus here."

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