[HP] Born to be a pair

Renee had never realized that time could pass so quickly, and the warm and warm afternoon had already turned into a smoky sunset before she knew it.

Through a finger-width gap, she saw the sky beyond the diagonal casement take on the melting hue of the day.

The lights in the house were not turned on, and the faces of the confronting people were hard to see clearly, but the tense atmosphere that was about to explode was almost materialized.

"what do you mean,"

There was a vehicle passing by outside the street, and a bunch of pale headlights shone on Old Shafik's wrinkled face, the muscles around his mouth twitched slightly, and those long and narrow eyes, which were as black as ink, stared intently at him. people,

"That precious... potion that would perpetuate and save the lives of the Shafiq family—feed to this man who possessed both Squib and Muggle blood—"

"I won't allow you to say that about my daughter." Amelia said coldly,

"Maybe she won't be a wizard in the future, so what? Maybe she'll be an athlete, a scientist... a teacher, a waiter - but that won't stop me and Greg from loving her! She's nothing like anyone else Different! Muggles and wizards are no different!"

There was a gasp from Abigail, and she stared at Amelia in shock, as if she were a troll dancing ballet.

Old Shafik was not as surprised as she was. Instead, he sneered and said contemptuously: "It seems that you have learned a lot in the inferior Muggle society. It's a pity that those are all inferior excuses used by Mudbloods to deceive themselves ...and you, you can't even compare to a Mudblood."

No matter how much Amelia pretended to be arrogant and indifferent, she couldn't help shaking her head in the face of her biological father's humiliation, and her words showed a little fragility: "Father... Is the bloodline really so important? Just because I don't have any magical talent, am I no longer your child?"

"Wrong," said old Shafik easily, "although you did not inherit the magical power of Shafik's pure blood, you have acquired a rare blood curse - you are not just a squib, Amelia, you are A Squib who won't live past 20."

Renee felt cold all over her body, and her legs were trembling constantly. If it wasn't for Neville's support behind her, she might lose her strength and fall from the cabinet to the feet of several people on the spot.

Amelia remained silent for a long time, but Abigail couldn't help but whispered, "But... But Dad, Amelia is 21 years old."

"Oh, yes, that's not an ordinary thing," said old Shafiq, "you can steal a year's worth of life from the blood curse... Aren't you satisfied? Still want that bottle of medicine Save your own humble life?"

His question has never been answered, there is no light in the dark room, no one has extra thoughts to turn on the light, and this dark scene full of malice will not be illuminated.

"Dad, why are Amelia and Renee the only ones?" Abigail asked courageously. "Why aren't Grandpa, Aunt, you and me?"

Old Shafik turned his head so that he was facing the front of the cupboard where Renee and Neville were, giving her a direct view of his sullen gray face.

"Abigail, you should receive family training when you go back today."

The courage accumulated by Abigail disappeared in an instant, and she fell silent, as if the old Shafik had cast a silence spell.

"I'm sorry," Amelia finally said, in a sad, resentful tone, "I stole a potion that is of no use to you right now, but could save Renee and me."

"Ah, yes," said old Shafik viciously,

"That bottle of potion has been in my study for decades. Fortunately, no one in the Shafik family has suffered from the curse over the years-this bottle of potion should have been used in a more promising pure family that can carry forward the Shafik family. Enter Blood Wizard!"

He pulled out a slender, flexible wand, pointed at Amelia and Little Renee and approached them step by step: "And you gave it to this bastard to drink... What use is a healthy beast in the future? What can she bring to Shafiq?"

"Back! Back!" Amelia frightenedly waved the sharp kitchen knife in her hand, but Old Shafik released the knife with a disarming spell.

Renee noticed that her mouth was already filled with a rust-like taste, and she suddenly realized that she had bitten her lip flesh at some point, and a trace of blood seeped into her mouth, making it bitter and sour.

Her grief and anger have been mixed together, licking her internal organs, causing her whole body to ache.

If she stared at this scene for a few more seconds, Renee wondered if she would be overwhelmed by anger, rushed out with her wand in spite of herself, and cast the Killing Curse on Old Shafik, her titular grandfather —she really couldn't believe it.

Neville seemed to feel her trembling body, and held her hand with one hand, and covered her eyes with the warm palm of the other.

Immediately, he whispered in Renee's ear with a trembling voice, "Don't worry, I stopped you."

Darkness fell, but it didn't panic her.It's just that after losing her vision, Renee suddenly felt that her hearing was surprisingly good, even a thousand times better than usual, ten thousand times better.

She heard Neville's determined and worried breathing; old Shafik's pressing footsteps; Amelia's stifled screams and little Renee's mumbles for no reason.

There was another quick wand draw and the house-elf's desperate sobs—

"Avada Kedavra!"

"Passed out!"

"Sneeff is a bad house elf! Sneeff must stop the master from hurting Miss Leia!"

Harsh, several different voices filled Renee's ear canals, she gasped, and immediately pulled away Neville's hand blocking her eyes, what she saw through the gap made her almost unbelievable own eyes.

Amelia seemed to be knocked away by the old Shafik and knocked against the corner of the cabinet. A big purple lump suddenly swelled up on her forehead, and she was dying on the ground at this moment.

The stun spell cast by the terrified Abigail and the beam of light from the howling Sneef sank into the back of old Shafik at the same time, causing him to lose consciousness immediately, and fell headfirst into little Renee's playpen .

Renee didn't know at first who the killing curse had hit, and was secretly glad that it might have missed.

But then little Renee in the playpen suddenly began to cry miserably, a glaring white light burst out from her one-piece pajamas, illuminating the dark room as if it were noon, even Renee and Renee who were hiding in the cupboard Neville had to squint his eyes.

"That's—" Neville's breath came out quickly.

"That's the Time-Turner in Daddy's room?!" Abigail screamed loudly, matching the ear-piercing notes of little Renee's wailing.

When everyone was too shocked to move, Sneff reacted first, she wanted to pounce on and pull off the extremely dangerous pocket watch, but Little Renee's constantly thumping limbs obviously increased her movements difficulty.

"Ah! Miss Renee... Please don't worry..." Sneeff said in a tearful voice, "Sneeff will help you take this away now—"

The white light didn't fade away because of anyone's crying or screaming, but became more dazzling under Sneeff's movements, almost turning this ordinary English kitchen into a pure white space.

Only then did Abigail realize that she dragged her robe and wanted to help, but at this time Amelia sat up on the ground in a daze.

They saw this scene at the same time as Renee and Neville who were hiding in the cupboard——

It was as if someone had cast a large silent spell nearby, and Renee felt that all sound had been drowned in the white explosion-like light.

And as the light faded, old Shafik and Sneff, an adult wizard and a house-elf disappeared at the same time, like a party balloon being poked off by a needle, and disappeared with a "boom".

"father!"

"Renee!"

Both sisters yelled at the same time, and both flung themselves at the pen where the two living beings had just vanished, but one of them got a reward—little Renee stopped crying and giggled when she saw her mother's face.

And the other could only be in a daze, looking at the scene of the mother and daughter embracing each other in despair, tears rolled down his cheeks.

The seemingly warm scene didn't last long, and little Renee's fair cheeks were stained with hot blood.

Abigail came back to her senses, and stared in horror at Amelia, who had just spit out a mouthful of blood: "You——didn't you drink the potion?"

"Abby...only one bottle, only one bottle of potion." Amelia said sadly, wiping the blood off Little Renee's face in a panic,

"If we share it, maybe the medicine won't be enough...I should have died at 20...I've already lived a whole year longer, but Renee is different...She has more time, more A wonderful life awaits her."

"What should I do... What should I do..." Abigail was only 23 years old at this time, crying like a broken child, with tears and snot streaming down her face, "Daddy disappeared...you are going to die..."

"Listen... Abby," Amelia pushed little Renee into her arms, watching them with loving and sad eyes,

"If Renee is not a wizard in the future... I beg you... Please don't meet her, let her stay away from the wizarding world, and be a carefree Muggle..."

"I don't care about her!" cried Abigail. "I don't care about her and her Muggle father!"

"...If she becomes a wizard in the future... I won't force you, Abby, it's just that if she has difficulties... When it really can't be solved..."

"You solve it! Her father solves it! I... I won't care..."

"I know you will take care of it," Amelia's weak voice became determined, "Dear sister...haven't you been taking care of me since I was a child?"

Abigail's sobs grew louder, and tears fell on little Renee's forehead.

"Ah, I'm sorry... I want to ask you too much," Amelia said sadly, "Please tell Greg after I die...I died in an accident...and You-Know-Who...I I mean, Voldemort, he..."

"He has disappeared!" Abigail quickly wiped away her tears, trying her best to say in a cheerful tone, "He disappeared in Godric's Hollow, he tried to find trouble with the Potters, but in the end he died too! "

"... Really... Really... Great... In the future... Renee won't..."

"She won't, she won't...you open your eyes, Leah, open them, and look at your daughter..."

"...Oh, she's so cute..." Amelia said out of breath, "I'm a little sleepy...Abby, just like before, tell me more recent news..."

"News...news...the big news is that You-Know-Who has finally disappeared! But the son of the Potter family... called Harry...

Everyone was so happy this morning... They took to the Muggle streets to celebrate... But there is another piece of bad news, you will be sad to cry again..."

Amelia leaned against the fence, watching them with dull blue eyes, while Abigail, who was babbling, broke down in tears: "You will cry...I cry too...that Auror couple you once praised- —Frank and Alice Longbottom, who were driven insane by Death Eaters...

There was also a child left... I don't remember... oh, Neville Longbottom, I guess..."

Little Renee suddenly let out an "ah" and stretched out her hand to caress Abigail's wet chin. Turning around, she saw her sleeping mother again. She started babbling a little dissatisfied, trying to attract others' attention.

But Amelia had been closing her eyes for several minutes, her arms dangling limply on the other side of the fence, her long, dull blond hair slipping down her shoulders, unable to answer her daughter's call anymore.

"Leah, baby!" Old Hawke's voice suddenly floated in through the kitchen window. "Happy birthday, dear—Mrs. Duncan sent a cake she made herself, and said that sentence again!"

Full of joy, he took out the key from his pocket, hummed the tune of the birthday song and unlocked the door, and said cheerfully: "She really said it again—that we are really a match made for each other!"

The author has something to say:

Wuhu~The update is here~ The collection has suddenly increased a lot in the past few days, I am so happy!

感谢在2021-11-1023:19:20~2021-11-1222:21:11期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 5 bottles of liyao;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!