[HP] Harry and the Platypus go to Gringotts

After coming out of the Ministry of Magic, Harry never wanted to go back to NO.12, Grimmauld Place.The Black house was left behind, abandoned like a sandy shell left on a beach.Now Sirius had abandoned it for the second time, and her.She didn't need to be reminded that she was in a bad situation.It was okay at first, just locking myself in my bedroom on Privet Drive, like hiding in a cupboard as a child.She would walk up and down the room for a long time, hardly cry, and never remember to cry when she was alone.

Things started to get worse in August, some nights she only slept two or three hours, then didn't sleep at all all day, waited for sleep to hit her during the day, and then woke up in the middle of the night in crumpled clothes When I came here, I didn't know what time it was, nor what day it was.It was Cedric who finally dragged her out of the bedroom, beer bottles rolling all over the floor.Half forcing, half begging, he gave Harry something to eat and took her to his apartment.

Everything seemed to be on the right track from there—the smell of the food stopped making Harry sick, and she was able to sleep; gradually, she felt better about everything.Every afternoon, Ginny would call from the public phone in Ottery St. Catchpole Village, and talk to Harry for a while-she might have been seen as a beautiful and lively girl in the past, but talking on the phone with Ginny Has got her face into some kind of rigid frame, no normal person would smile like that.Blaise also wrote.Mrs. Zabini had come to England, and this time she took him away forcefully.They moved to Argentina and would not return until the war was over.

Cedric was really there with her all the time, which wasn't a good thing either.Harry admits that she might be a little bored with him, and not just because he always sees him as a patient in need of care.The real problem, she found, was that, well, she was kind of tired of it.But any kind of intimacy has to tolerate a certain amount of boredom, doesn't it?Maybe they'll find new interests in each other if they just try to get through it.Despite all this convincing, Harry still couldn't help himself, and she would get hysterical over the slightest thing when dealing with him.For example, today, when Cedric came back and complained a few words, his proposal was called back by his boss.Then he asked her how her day was and Harry made a mistake - she wanted to talk about Sirius again.

"I don't think you should think about him for the time being," he patted her arm reassuringly, rejecting in a gentle but firm way. "It's more important to let yourself out first. Sirius must have felt the same way."

She lowered her head, and a sad look appeared on her face, like a person who is full of love but can't get the same love. "I'm sorry, Cedric," she said, "to be so close to what you want in life and never—never get it, I guess that's the nature of life." eyes fixed on the empty wine glass.In an impulse of disgust, she stood up and paced back and forth by the dining table, "I think you should find out the truth."

"What truth?"

"I mean, since the Ministry of Magic can deny that Voldemort is back, why wouldn't they lie to you about insufficient funds? We all know how long you have prepared and how much effort you have put into it, and they can't just veto it with a single sentence." ’” She wasn’t really drunk, but she was getting to the point where she was talking.No matter what idea, as long as it enters the brain, she can blurt it out.

"I don't think they've lied about it, it's ridiculous. The Department of Education knows what's good for the kids, and if they had the money they'd definitely agree to my proposal. Besides, my plans were premature The place."

"Then what exactly is the reason that your proposal cannot be perfected—do you mind if I ask?"

"I think it's mainly because of my idealized thinking," Cedric said.His tone was shy, as if confiding something, like an artist saying "my paintings," a composer saying "my music," or a werewolf like Remus saying "my furry little problem." ".

"Well, since you say so—well. I think you're right that the Department of Education knows what's good for children, just as Dumbledore knows what's good for me." If the sentence She didn't say it in a mocking tone, which might have been convincing.

"I'm sure Dumbledore did all he could. You know, Harry, you sound a little - why do you have to be so hard on me?"

"Because you think all the decisions he made are the best, but in my opinion, Dumbledore is a superior person." She continued under Cedric's astonished gaze, "Am I wrong? Dumbledore made him stay in the house like a prison, and he hated it, so he wanted to come out the night before—”

"Dumbledore has been working hard to protect Sirius," Cedric said.

"But no one likes being locked up and treated like someone who doesn't exist!" Harry retorted, furiously annoyed, "That's what he did to me all last summer."

Cedric thought for a long time before answering, long enough that she was beginning to feel frightened. "...I didn't say he was a perfect man." Finally he said carefully, "He is a man with flaws, but I wouldn't call him superior."

"Aloof." She said stubbornly, trembling all over her body, "He's arrogant, he's indifferent, and he said he understands my feelings—it's all bullshit—shit!"

"Dumbledore always did what he could. It's usually not one person's fault when things like this happen."

"Is that what you're trying to pass on to the children, eh? To tell everyone to see Dumbledore, who always did his best, as your great leader, your spiritual pillar?"

"Come on," he said, "it's going too far."

She panted, clenched her teeth, and walked straight forward, but she didn't know where to go.Why did I have to run to the balcony?She knew she looked funny, but if she wanted to go out the door, she had to pass Cedric in the drawing room.Facing the night view of Surrey, she stopped without looking back.After a while she heard the jingle of apartment keys in her pocket: he was coming.

Harry turned away. "I'm sorry," she said, not daring to look him in the eye. "I'm sorry, Cedric. I can't—I can't tell you how sorry I am."

"You don't have to apologize." Cedric looked embarrassed, "I think you might be tired and need a break."

"Yes, I'm tired." She raised her face, her eyes fixed on her lover's face. "You know what's so funny? I'm an adult and I still can't figure out anything."

"Okay." At this moment he looked back at her with a detached and confused look, more like a young psychiatrist than a staff member of the Department of International Education. "Okay. Harry, will you come back to the house?"

"No, I—I think—" What on earth did she want? "I want to go out and get some air, for a walk. I'm by myself."

"Are you sure? Are you going to be okay without my help?"

"I won't go far."

She went to a bar a few blocks away, ordered a martini, left an overly generous tip at the check, and then, not knowing what to do, turned back.She wished Cedric was awake, waiting for her in the living room, so he could reassure her that everything would be all right.He could have fallen asleep, though, so there would be no need for conversation, another discussion about Sirius' death.

She saw him when she came in.Cedric, who was sitting alone at the kitchen table, looked up and smiled, then stood up in slow motion and walked forward. "You're back."

Now she was even more apologetic, but she was not going to apologize a second time, so she could only say: "Yes, I'm back." After a while, Harry still stood where he was, "You go to bed first, I'll be back soon .”

"Okay." Whenever Cedric didn't know what to say, he would use his fingers to inadvertently lift a strand of short hair on his brow.

She was finally alone in the living room.There was nothing she wanted to read on the bookshelf, nothing to watch on TV, nothing else to do.Then she rummaged to the movie disc Cedric had bought in the corner of the cupboard, the room with the view.Opening the plastic box, Harry inserted his index finger into the small hole in the middle of the disc, and with the other hand fiddled with the edge, making it spin in his hand—god, it's been a whole year since that day —this movie was the beginning of their love, she remembered—remember what?Oh, and the alder swimming scene where the main characters seem to be talked about, neither she nor Cedric can watch because the player jams, and every now and then that happens, and then they just sit on the couch Make out with yourself.

Maybe now she could make up for it and show the movie again, but Harry wasn't going to finish it, and she must be bored and ready for bed before then.She knew where Voldemort was still growing and consolidating his power, and they might all be dead within a year, but that didn't matter.Death is not the end.

"...for some people, death is actually like going to bed after a long day." Dumbledore had said this when she was 11 years old, and Harry began to understand the truth of it— ——Maybe it doesn't matter how the story of the movie follows. Besides, she has grown up, and she is no longer a child who is curious about the relationship between men and women.

The uncoated side of the disc diffracted the colors of the rainbow, and her fingers kept spinning it under the light.Harry let the light evoke a scene from last summer - lying on Cedric's sweaty arm and hearing herself say "I love you" more times than she'd like to believe.Harry suddenly wished at that moment that Cedric was in the living room so he could take her in his arms again and stroke her hair ("I love you too. I love you, Harry, you can't imagine  … ").It didn't take long for the emotion to pass, and the realization that she was alone on the couch made only Harry feel calm and safe - and she let go, letting the disc drop into the trash.

(End of the article)

The author has something to say:

Some people may wonder why the second part is so short.The first part is called "Pre-Order of the Phoenix Era", and the second part is called "Post-Order of the Phoenix Era". If the development will be endless, after the sixth grade, it will be the post-Order of the Phoenix era.This is not a story that makes people happy, but it contains what I want to write. The ending is actually written almost before the last update.The direction of the story has always been clear, and this world line always leads to the same goal as the original book, so I also skipped all the battles and conflict&climax that is the most important thing in Rowling's series of novels. In this story, those are not important .In order to focus on the aspect you want to write, the rest has to be discarded.

This story is about Harriet...there are people who are afraid of being alone but not sociable, who always think too much and can't let go; Uneasy life, mixed with regret.Within a month of knowing such a man, you can almost conclude that he is unlikely to be happy in his life.If you want to live a happy life, you must be serious, and you must never take anything too seriously; but it is not impossible to live an unsatisfactory life. As long as you wait patiently, there will definitely be sporadic moments of happiness.Occasionally we can feel that way about ourselves when life throws a punch at us.