[HP] Born to be a pair

Amelia Hawke was so tall and charming, like an old photograph over the fire in the living room of a lakeside cottage, with golden hair curling like satin and a rosy face soft and lovely.

Through the window of the kitchen, she can be seen wearing a light and elegant summer dress, her big tender eyes are full of smiles, she is washing dishes while turning her head to talk to someone behind her.

Maybe it was Renee's unilateral opinion, she thought that there would no longer be anyone in the world who could be more beautiful than her mother.

"Do you want to go in and meet her?" Neville asked, his tone hesitant and confused, as if he was still angry, but had to hold back because of this special situation.

A gust of wind swept away the mist and clouds in the Primrose Lane. Amelia seemed to have sensed something, and suddenly stopped what she was doing and raised her head, but she only saw the deserted streets and the lush spruce trees outside the window. Tree.

"What is this for!" Neville, who was pulled down to the ground with his mouth covered, couldn't help complaining, "Maybe we can ask her where this place is."

"This is my home! Fool!" Renee, who was also hiding behind the bushes, gritted her teeth.

"—No, it was my old home! Don't you understand? She's my mother, and my mother died long ago, and she's standing in that house now, talking and laughing. Bowl, what does this mean?"

"—she turned into a ghost?"

"Oh, Neville!" Renee looked at him fixedly, sighed suddenly and carefully pulled out the gold chain around her neck, "I think maybe it's because of this thing, it brought us back to the previous time period... …to the time when my mother hadn’t died…”

"What does this mean?" Neville glared at her angrily. He didn't care before, but since he saw the initial impression in the notepad, he has become more sensitive.

"You think I'm stupid again, don't you? Am I just a fool with no brains in your heart? That's why you fooled me around!"

"No, Neville, you are completely different from Crabgore and the others in my heart." Renee hurriedly explained, staring anxiously at the pocket watch with mottled scratches and cracks on her palm,

"—Look, this pocket watch, I once told you that my mother left me a relic, but there is one more thing I didn't tell you—it is a time-turner!"

Neville didn't want to admit that this analogy made him feel weirdly comforted and offended, but his eyes were also drawn to the scarred pocket watch.

"How is this possible!" he exclaimed. "I remember those Time-Turners all exploded and destroyed that night!"

"Obviously, I wasn't in the room wearing this time-turner when it exploded," Renee said dryly.

"Anyway, I have a guess—maybe this pocket watch was knocked somewhere when I dropped it...it was accidentally activated, and it teleported us to the past—"

She blinked, jumped up from the spot, looked into the house vigilantly, snatched the evening paper from her mailbox in the past, and hurried back to the spot.

"—1981 years!"

Renee's expression suddenly changed. This was the year her mother died, and the time in the evening paper was May, which was also the same month...that is to say, maybe just a day later, a week later, Ami Leah Hawke would die!

"I have to remind her...I have to remind her, no, I have to find out the real cause of her death first..." Renee muttered to herself, her brain seemed to be spinning rapidly.

"Do you want to change the past?" Neville looked at her frowning in fear, "I don't know much about Time-Turners - but if your mother survived in the past, would you still be you now? "

"I don't care!" she cried, staring at him, "better or worse than I am now? What does it matter? At least I can grow up with her—"

"Great, then go ahead and tell her! Go to her and tell her!" Neville also said angrily, "Let me see if the changed you have an extra heart called honesty!"

"Can you be more serious? Can we debate these things when we get back to Hogwarts?"

"Yeah—yes—so what are you serious about doing now? You're not trying to get us back to our own time, are you? You're just trying to change your own timeline! You're still selfish -"

"I thought you knew!" Renee yelled furiously. "You knew I was selfish!"

"Yeah," said Neville dryly, "it's just that I don't have to turn a blind eye now."

She felt as if there was a fire burning in her chest, burning all her reason and nerves, making her just want to vent on Neville regardless.

But the time-turner, the resurrection again and again, the mother with a living life in front of her eyes... These things kept flashing through Renee's mind, and she calmed down again quickly.

"I can't let her see me directly. I look too much like her. If I appear suddenly, she will be confused to the point of collapse."

Renee undid the gold chain around her neck and tossed the watch to Neville.

"You take it, let's study it first - dial back or forward, try a few more times to find out the time that really belongs to us."

A well-maintained gray car drove into the courtyard, and Renee, who had just taken a step, retracted into the bushes again.

Neville, who was fiddling with the Time-Turner, glanced at her, crouched sullenly on the spot and changed direction, facing her with his stiff back.

A spirited young gentleman stepped out of the cab, with dark brown hair combed back, and two exquisite mustaches above his lips.

Oddly enough - he turned out to look a lot like Renee's father, Greg Hawke, except he was happier and less wrinkled.

"Greg!"

In the next second, Renee's suspicion was shattered, and the mother who saw this scene from the kitchen window quickly ran out of the door, and threw herself into Old Hawk's arms like a jumping bird.

"Guess who was promoted to be the director of the company today?" Old Hawk smiled not like himself, and looked like another stable and gentle man.

"Oh! I don't know," Amelia tilted her head pretending to think, "Who is it?"

"It's me! Greg Hawke!" Old Hawke laughed loudly, hugged Amelia's waist and twirled in mid-air, and carried her happily into the room, "How is Renee today? "

"Brilliant! Congratulations! Greg, you deserve the honor - you won't believe Renee called me 'Mom' today..."

The sound of the conversation between the two became quieter as the door closed, Renee squatted on the spot in a daze, and saw through the bushes into the large window of the living room——

Two people who are both unfamiliar and familiar are surrounding a crib, with the same smirk on their faces, a small fleshy hand stretched out, patted Old Hawke's face, and pulled out a few dark hairs. beard.

"Hey - Rui...Hawk," Neville called her with a stinky face, "I'm going to try to turn the clock forward one turn...and see where we are then."

Renee didn't care about his title, but was still hesitating whether she should change the past. She wasn't sure if the self who made such a decision would disappear after changing the past.

Or—this world will be like thousands of timelines, opening up new futures from different choices and encounters?

A future that doesn't have any intersection with the current Renee, but at least the Renee of this world will be happier.

Neville, who was in a state of rage, was more domineering than before. He silently grabbed Renee's other hand, ignoring her refusal and struggle, and turned the time switch a full circle on his own. .

The familiar feeling of weightlessness spread throughout Renee's body again, and everything in front of her was receding rapidly.

The verdant spruce trees, the beautiful yard full of coniferous leaves, the two-storey cottage combined with gray brick and granite-all of them turned into blurred blocks of color, flowing away in Renee's sight.

I don't know if she was relieved, but Neville made a decision for herself who was in a dilemma. She wanted to save her mother—but when it came to her life now, she retreated sadly and shamefully like a deserter. up.

"That's not quite right," said Neville, narrowing his eyes. "We seem to be in fourth year."

What unfolded before their eyes was the scene of the ball during the Triwizard Tournament, the foyer and the auditorium were completely new and beautifully decorated.Students of all stripes in gowns came down the steps nervously, worriedly and excitedly.

"Oh, look, that's you." Renee pointed to the person at the end of the stairs. It was Neville in fourth year, wearing a fitted dark purple robe, smiling, and Ginny, who was also wearing a dress, walked into the auditorium.

The two quickly hid behind a piece of armor to prevent others from seeing two Neville Longbottoms at the same time.

"Uh, yes," Neville gave her a sudden nervous look, "only Ginny agreed - no, it's nothing, your partner was Dean, wasn't it?"

Renee responded vaguely, because the next second Dean led his partner Lily Moon to appear at the bottom of the stairs.

"What?" Neville was a little puzzled, "I clearly remember he danced with you all night...how is it Moen?"

"Uh, let's change the time," Renee stammered, wondering why it had suddenly come to her first life.

At that time, she was still very naive and naive. She simply thought that the dance party was a waste of time, so she simply didn't go at all, and spent a wonderful night in the library.

In order to prevent her secret from revealing more flaws, Renee quickly snatched the Time Converter from him, turned it around quickly, and the two of them habitually held hands, jumping into the cycle of time again.

In the next second, they stabilized their staggering bodies and hid in a hollowed-out alcove for decorations—it turned out that this was the right decision.

Because a few minutes later, violent explosions sounded, and loud screams resounded through the corridor. A few death eaters in masks and black robes fought with a few students and broke in here. Most of the walls were covered.

"Avada Kedavra!" As the hoarse voice sounded, a green light sank into the chest of the girl at the front. She fell flat on the ground without saying a word, while the others gritted their teeth and continued to resist and fight. Soon they were on the other side.

Neville stared dumbfounded at the girl lying face-to-face. The smoke of the war enveloped her, but she remained motionless.

He immediately drew out his wand and wanted to rush forward, an inexplicable emotion filled his chest, but Renee grabbed his wrist the next second.

"Let's keep changing the time," Renee said. "Come on, let's go around again."

"Are you crazy?" Neville stared at her in disbelief. "Don't you see that girl needs help - she's probably not dead yet! We have to help her!"

"We can't help her! She's dead!"

"...Let me go!" Neville shook off her hand in disappointment, coughing and rushing to approach the girl, he knelt on the ground and rolled over her body, wanting to check if she was still breathing.

However, when he saw that face, he was nailed in place as if struck by lightning, and as if a basin of cold water had been poured over his head, his whole body was numb, and his heart convulsed, causing his face to turn pale.

"As I said, she's dead," the owner of the same face said calmly, "I know better than you—now, can we change the time?"

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