[HP] Born to be a pair

The sweet and rich scent of raspberry pie lingered around Renee's nostrils, and the sun, which was completely different from the Forbidden Forest, fell on the two of them, and a sense of joy slanted into her heart.

"This...it's great, Neville," Renee's voice became lazy, "it's just that I don't know where this curse came from, whether it came from my mother, Shafik's blood, or it just happened without any warning. That's what happened."

"Shafik...Shafik...let me ask my grandma when I go back, okay?" Neville frowned anxiously, "Maybe she can learn something..."

"As for the breaking method—" Renee looked at him cautiously, "where are we... now?"

"Uh, your old home?"

"No, I mean between us—where are we now? We were still arguing before we got caught up in this time travel, weren't we?"

Neville didn't seem to expect that Renee would take the initiative to bring up this matter. It was like a wound that was sprayed with anesthetic powder and then torn open, lying bloody between the two of them—it was hard to tell whose wound it was, but it made people feel uncomfortable. It was painful for both of them.

"I...I don't know." He seemed to be afraid to look at her suddenly, and he lowered his head and fingered the piles of spruce needles with his fingers, "Shall we talk about this when we go back? Let's deal with the threat to your life first. of these things... such as curses."

The sun was pouring down on Neville's limp blond hair. Hair of this color always looked warm and sweet in the sun, like a honey candy wrapped in brilliant cellophane.

Renee's eyes scanned from top to bottom, and it was easy to see the complicated entanglement in his heart now - his overly inferior and depressed mentality prevailed, and he stubbornly believed that Renee never took him seriously, Just treat him as a member of the leisure fun.

It was as if the truth she had emphasized countless times in the past turned into a cloud of smoke, and the soul that had been suppressed for a long time was blown away.

However, Neville is still him. Even if he is caught in a difficult situation, once he learns that Renee's life is in danger, he is willing to temporarily abandon the past and help her desperately.

"Okay," Renee said, "but can I grant one wish—for the sake of dying?"

Primrose Alley was sparsely populated on weekdays, and most of the residents were still working hard in the company day and night, so almost no one could see two sneaky figures flashing in from the back door of a small two-storey building.

"Strange... Didn't I see her enter the door?"

Renee asked a little confused. In order not to disturb the Ministry of Magic this year, they could only enter the house quietly through the back door, but when she walked into the living room, she found that there was no one at home.

— not even herself.

"I think... Mrs Hawke might have left while we were talking," said Neville, "I just saw her carrying you—er, you as a child—to the neighbor's house next door, and then I didn't know gone."

She immediately straightened her timid back and neck, returning to her usual appearance.

Coming back here is like returning to my real home. Even though many furniture and decorations are far from what I remember, the general spatial direction and style make Renee full of nostalgia.

Printed slate floors in the hallway and kitchen; honey-coloured floors in the living and dining rooms;

These are exactly the same things as Renee remembers, almost only the difference between the new and the old.

But there were more things in the house that she hadn't seen before, some expensive and fine gold-rimmed dishes; shiny bone combs that stood on the locker by the door; more lively and cheerful decorations on every cobweb-free room. in the corner……

"It looks great here!" Neville couldn't help but praise, "Why don't you continue to live here?"

"Since my mother died—in the kitchen, my father never approached the kitchen of this house, and even preferred to go around through the back door when going out."

Renee stood under the kitchen archway, staring blankly at the handmade cabinets made by old Hawke; a simple playpen near the French window and a small round table, which contained all kinds of old educational toys; The kettle that was suspected to have caused the mother's death was placed near the stove.

"The lakeside cottage was a joint vision of the two of them at the beginning. His mother once told him that he wanted to live in a place where he could take a vacation every day, not far from the crowd, not only to enjoy the space, but also to be with other friends. reunion."

"I'm sorry," Neville said again, lowly, regretting that he had reminded Renee of these things, "but are we really going to be here and watch her die and do nothing about it—it doesn't really matter to her." For you, it's too cruel."

"I just... just got it," Renee said with a slight smile on her face,

"We don't know about Time Turners, suppose the future changes because we changed the past? Maybe I will gain happiness, but more people may lose their lives because of my actions.

Not everyone has this god-given curse on me, does they? "

This is her true thought, and the reason why she chooses to share it with Neville is——

"Oh my god! Renee!" Neville shouted with a choked voice. It was as if a ball of cotton soaked with onion juice was stuffed into his chest, which made his eyes flush and his Adam's apple kept rolling.

"You can choose like this...I, I understand you! But..."

"Ah, Mrs. Hawke!" said the voice of Mrs. Duncan from the neighbor's house at the gate. "I was sending Renee to you... What? Oh, she's a sweet little thing, isn't she? Never mind. , no... no, I just have another date..."

As Amelia had a quick conversation with Mrs. Duncan at the door, Renee felt a jolt of electricity run down her spine.

This electric current went all the way from her waist to her brain, and her cerebral cortex was almost trembling. This strange feeling made her stay where she was, staring at the gate not far away with a pair of dull green eyes. .

The doorknob was turned, and the jingle of keychains followed the sound of footsteps.

Neville gasped, dragged Renee and hid in the nearest large cupboard - thanks to Merlin, they hadn't had time to stuff the partitions or other things in it.

"My baby...you are fine, you will be healthy...live healthy..."

Amelia's weak and confused words woke up Renee like a thunderbolt, and she almost broke out of the closet, but Neville clamped her tightly with his powerful arms, which only made the closet There was a slight gap in the door.

This insignificant movement could not attract Amelia's attention, her face was pale, her legs were flaccid and weak, and she put little Renee in the playpen tremblingly.

Little Renee, who is wearing a light green one-piece pajamas, still has trust in her mother and curiosity about her strange reaction on her innocent and round face.

"Ah, ah, mom..." Little Renee babbled, her slightly drooping green round eyes turned around, and met the green eyes in the cabinet. "...Ah, Mom!"

Renee felt that her beating heart missed a beat, and her heavy body seemed light and ethereal, as if it was about to float into the air.

But fortunately, Amelia, who was in a bad state, didn't care about little Renee's sudden screams and dancing.

With trembling hands, she took out a familiar potion bottle from her bosom—that bud-shaped crystal bottle!At this time, it was still full of dark pink potion.

Little Renee, who was crying and struggling, obviously couldn't resist the strength of an adult, and even if Amelia was force-feeding her, the force she used was gentle and undeniable.

"What's that?!" Neville's eyes widened in horror, "She's pouring you an unknown potion—could that be the culprit that caused your curse?"

Immediately after he finished speaking, Renee's elbow was not as sharp and hard as before, but it still made him gasp in pain.

"Who's there?!"

Apparently, such a movement could no longer be ignored by Amelia. She turned her head vigilantly, her eyes finally lost the warmth and joy they should normally have, and they were filled with fear, madness and anger.

What is she afraid of?What are you angry about?Renee thought vaguely.

And after drinking all the potions, little Renee, who was sobbing and crying in her arms, seemed to have found a new toy, holding a brand new golden pocket watch in her two chubby little hands, giggling in novelty.

"Oh... Renee, do you like it?" Amelia's loving and reluctant eyes returned to the little person in her arms, "But this should... Forget it, if you like it, take it Bar."

She put little Renee down gently, and took out a pocket watch strung on a golden chain from her neck.

Little Renee's eyes followed the pocket watch all the time, and the fascinated look made Amelia, who was absent-minded, couldn't help laughing.

"For you, my darling." She hung the pocket watch on little Renee's chest, hiding it under her pajamas.

Renee in the cupboard was almost breathless. She stared closely at her mother's hand covering the pocket watch, and unconsciously stretched out her hand to caress the pocket watch on her neck.

At this moment, with two different hands covering different pocket watches, she seemed to really feel the warmth of Amelia Hawke.

The sudden sound of small explosions broke the warm scene, and Neville's face suddenly became serious. He pulled out his wand with one hand, and held Renee tightly in his arms with the other, leading her to hide as deep in the cabinet as possible.

"You bloody bastard!"

Accompanied by this deafening roar, an elderly wizard in a velvet black robe appeared at the kitchen door, with gray hair and light gray skin, a pair of long and narrow dark eyes glaring, as if about to spray fire.

"Bastard! Nasty bastard!" He raised his wand aloft, and yelled viciously in a high-pitched voice, "Who gave you the guts to steal from me? Disgraceful, useless squib!"

Amelia couldn't stand still. She barely supported her body, put little Renee behind her, and said as calmly as possible: "Hi, Father, I noticed that you didn't knock on the door—"

"Knock on the door?" Old Shafik snorted bitterly, "Then, when you invaded my house, did you knock on the door in a 'polite' way? So you can break into my house unscrupulously—I room—my study—steal my things!"

His furious appearance looked extremely oppressive, especially when he kicked out a cowering house elf behind him with great disdain, it looked even more terrifying and crazy.

"Still here—" Old Shafik fiercely kicked the house elf on the back again, knocking her to the ground, "with the help of the servant who deserved to be beheaded and betrayed the master— "

"No!" Amelia screamed mournfully, "Don't hurt Snef! Don't hurt her! I asked her to do this, I ordered her!"

There was another burst of explosions, and a familiar figure appeared in a light green robe—it was the young Aunt Abigail!She was in a hurry at this time, and there was an aura of fear on her face involuntarily.

"Daddy! Daddy! No!" Abigail yelled. "Leave Leah alone, please!"

"You 'demanded' her?—you 'ordered' her?—"

Old Shafik's tone was frighteningly slow. He first ignored Abigail's arrival, and then he looked at the three women present as if he had thought of something, as if restraining himself and said,

"After the day you left Shafiq's house, I asked you - Abigail Shafiq! To destroy her name yourself!

If Amelia Shafik didn't exist, how would she command the Shafik elves? "

Amelia was stunned, she took a quick look at Abigail, but said nothing; and Snef, who was curled up at the feet of old Shafik, raised his tearful face, Looking at the silent Abigail.

"Sineff did this voluntarily!" Her tears and snot were mixed together, and the sticky dripping down her face, was kicked away by old Shafik in disgust, "Please don't blame Miss Abby... It's Snefu's fault! Sneeff should be beheaded by his master!"

"...that's enough," Abigail said softly, saying this sentence was like vomiting out a big stone that had been pressed in her heart for many years, only then could she straighten her chest out,

"I didn't destroy Leah's name...she, even if she's a Squib, ran away, married a Muggle...but she's still my little sister! Daddy! She's your daughter too!"

"A filthy Squib is not my Albert Shafik's daughter!" Old Shafik shouted with a grim expression.

"So you would rather just watch me die because of the blood curse?" Amelia shed tears in despair, "And my daughter, my little Renee...your granddaughter! You also have the heart to let such a The cute little girl is going to die?"

"Neither you nor your filthy bastard daughter has anything to do with me or the Shafik family," said old Shafik coldly,

"What Abigail didn't do, I will finish it when I go back-and now, you only need to hand over the potion and my time-turner, and I will let you go-at least you To be able to spend the last 10 minutes of your life quietly in this disgusting place."

Amelia was silent for a long time, so long that old Shafik lost his patience, and so long that Renee's eyes were soaked with tears and blurred.

She just picked up the empty crystal potion bottle from under the dining chair, with a sickly crazy smile on her face: "If you're talking about this--dear father, I'm so sorry, I already gave it to Rui Annie drank it all."

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