[HP] Born to be a pair

While Ms. Pomfrey was busy treating the unconscious Neville, Renee also got into a bed with several cartilaginous contusions and blood-stained scars.

I don't know what Professor McGonagall is worried about. Before she left, she specifically asked Ms. Pomfrey to separate the two naughty students who rolled down the stairs together late at night when she arranged the bed.

"You know there's no need to stay here for one night with such an injury, right?" Ms. Pomfrey asked meaningfully.

"It's so late, my roommates must be asleep," Renee blinked, her long eyelashes sweeping over her eyelids, "Just please take me in for one night, I will never disturb the rest of other patients. "

Ms. Pomfrey shook her head with a helpless smile. She never talked too much about students' private affairs. After receiving Renee's assurance, she walked out of the ward slowly and closed the door gently.

Ethereal loneliness slipped in through the crack of the door, making the pure white bedding look very bleak.

The sudden and quiet atmosphere affected Renee's thoughts, and the disturbed ripples disturbed the quiet and gentle, seemingly never-ending snowfall outside the window.

A few minutes later, Renee lifted the warm quilt, jumped off her own hospital bed, stepped on the ground with her bare feet, and ran to the only patient in the ward who was still sleeping or in a coma—— Neville.

He lay quietly on the hospital bed, the bruise on his forehead had completely disappeared, and the blood stains and scars were gone, as if it was just a moment of sound sleep in an ordinary night.

The 16-year-old boy seems to have the outline of an adult, with long dark golden eyelashes casting shadows under the eyelids, a red pimple popping out from the tip of his nose, and some blue beards that have not been shaved clean on his lips stubble.

Renee lowered her eyes, the cold temperature climbed from her curled toes to her whole body little by little.

Unknowingly, she stretched out her index finger and lightly touched Neville's brow. The warm skin ignited her fingertips like a flame, making her continue to draw as if she couldn't control it.

Protruding browbones, dark red, ripening acne, soft cheeks and a perfectly smooth jawline.

Neville didn't wake up, but frowned uncomfortably.Renee quickly withdrew her hand, lifted the warm blanket lightly and slowly and sat in.

She was half leaning against the cool bedstead, her green eyes staring at the dome of different colored bricks on the ceiling.

In the past, she was still living and fighting for her own life, but when Renee recalled her every move, she felt that those times were far away from her, as if there was a glass between her and the world.

But on the other side of the glass, Renee could see herself clearly now, and there she was.

Walking around, taking classes, practicing to survive; falling in love, kissing and hugging to survive; indifference, pain and despair to survive.

Something pulls the string all the time, controls her like a puppet, and it's the puppet that moves around on the other side of the glass, and Renee can't help but feel bored at the sight of any exciting adventure. look at it.

It seems that starting today, her life is finally freed from the control of those invisible threads, a warm current of freedom surges into her chest, and the colorful colors from the future are swallowing up Renee bit by bit.

"How ironic..." she said to herself, "the nostalgia for my mother is the cause of my many deaths..."

But she never complained to her mother, the time-turner was not the real cause of her death, but the light of hope trying to save her from the death curse again and again.

What about Neville?

Renee's eyes rested on the face of the sleeping boy at his feet. He was still asleep, peaceful and gentle, unaware that the girl a few inches away was thinking carefully about their relationship alone.

She wishfully regarded Neville as an opportunity for her to live, regardless of pulling him into her emotional vortex, allowing each other to be addicted to it, and never thinking about their real future calmly and clearly.

The starting point of this relationship is the beginning of shamelessness. Even if Renee is willing to admit that she is also involved in the relationship, she still can't help but feel guilty.

And—she shouldn't be thinking this way, but she couldn't stop her delicate and sad thoughts—is her feelings for Neville more pure love, or mixed with more usability and guilt?

Neville had already seen through the gutter-like and shameless plans and ideas, had his love for himself begun to fade?

If this is the case, forcing the two to be together—is it really the right decision?

Those green eyes stayed open until dawn, and when it was twilight outside the window, before Neville woke up, she turned over and got out of bed barefoot again, changed clothes indiscriminately and rushed out of the ward.

In the mysterious colorless light of dawn, a few black-furred blackbirds flew out of the forbidden forest, perched on the bare beech branches in the courtyard, and croaked the mournful chorus of dawn, echoing in the students and professors who had not yet heard of it. Hogwarts in the morning.

Renee gave herself a whole Christmas break to think about her future, the big upcoming sixth and seventh year events, the best options for her relationship with Neville...

On this oppressive morning, Renee didn't set foot on the scarlet train home, but she dragged her suitcase to Hogsmeade station.

The professors thought she was home, and her friends thought she was at school for the holidays—perfect closure of the information chain.

"Excuse me, are you Miss Renee?"

A house-elf with a hoarse voice suddenly emerged from behind the platform. She was wearing a long velvet dress that seemed tailor-made. Looks and a cult of wizards.

It has to be said that such a polite and equal attitude made Renee feel more comfortable. She couldn't help softening her voice and nodded with a smile: "It's me, you are... did my aunt ask you to pick me up?"

"My name is Anna, Miss Renee," said Anna, "and you are right, the lady wants me to pick you up for Christmas."

Renee noticed that her name was more of a human name than the other house-elves, and she spoke and behaved very politely, like—like a real housekeeper.

"Actually, there is another friend who will go with me today." Renee looked around, looking for other figures, "She may be here soon."

Anna frowned, her protruding, tennis-ball-sized brown eyes filled with disapproval, but she just said softly, "Miss Renee, maybe you should understand—where we're going is an absolute secret."

"I think so... But I think my friends should be able to go too... We can spend Christmas together," Renee suddenly opened her eyes wide, and waved to the little shadow who was hesitating not far away, "Sineff! it's here!"

Anna followed Renee's gaze and turned her head in surprise, while Snef walked over tremblingly, weeping.

"Miss Renee, is she...is she the new house elf?" Sneeff asked sadly, "Shouldn't Sneeff go back?"

"...You, are you really Sneff?" Before Renee answered, Anna asked in a tranced tone, "Mom and I mentioned you...you used to work together, but I thought you had..."

"Your mother?" Sineff raised his head suddenly, looking at her hopefully, "Could it be Skrav?"

Anna showed an unhappy expression when she heard the name, but she recovered quickly, suppressing her excitement and nodding her head: "Yes, but she passed away a few years ago—Ah—Miss is very kind, and she is willing to send She's buried next to the family cemetery!"

"Oh! Skrav, this is her greatest wish!" Sneff said enviously.

"You have one too, Sneff," Anna said kindly, "but without your body, the lady asked me to release your favorite crystal unicorn."

In Sneff's eyes that were gradually widening and tearing up, Renee urgently interrupted the two elves' reminiscing, she didn't want to spend a few hours in the snow.

"Uh, guys," Renee cleared her throat, "let's get out of here first, okay?"

It was only then that Anna realized that she had left Renee aside for so long, and she finally showed her first frightened expression since they met for so long.

"Ah! My God!" Anna hurried forward, and after obtaining Renee's permission, she took her hand, and the other hand took Si Nefu,

"I'm really sorry, Miss Renee, Anna has ignored you for so long...We're leaving now, we may feel a little uncomfortable, Miss Renee, please bear with me a little bit."

The feeling of weightlessness brought about by apparation was only momentary, but the feeling of squeezing the internal organs and brain was uncomfortable. Renee couldn't help retching, and the suitcase fell directly to the ground.

"Come on, Miss Renee, please drink this glass of iced juice." Anna's attitude was more eager than before, and she handed over a glass of orange juice that she had prepared earlier, "It can suppress that disgusting feeling."

Renee gulped down the drink, the cold sweet and sour juice saved her soreness, and Anna saw that she was feeling better, so she left and said: "Anna is going to inform Miss Abby, please Miss Renee and Sneeff, please sit here for a while."

Snef stared at Anna's leaving back with envious eyes until she disappeared at the end of the spiral staircase.

"Sineff, where's the corpse?" Renee suddenly thought of something, and asked nervously, "You didn't bring him?"

"Sneeff hid him in a place," Sneeff replied in a high-pitched voice, nervously arranging his rag-like clothes, "Miss Renee said that Miss Abby was avoiding others, so Sneeff Husband doesn't want to attract attention—Snefu will bring him later!"

Only then did Renee breathe a sigh of relief, and habitually looked at the surrounding environment, several wooden doors and several windows, and then the exaggerated carved and gold-inlaid spiral staircase, which did not look crowded under the high ceiling.

To be honest, when Aunt Abigail said it was a country house, Renee had absolutely no idea what it was - 'a country house'.

In particular, the couch with the gargoyle carved is a luxurious shape made of ebony and vermilion lacquer, with gold leaf inlaid on the corners, and a snow-white real fur blanket is draped over the back of the sofa.

The carpets on the ground seemed to be piled up in a mess, but the combination of dark blue like the sky and bright red like blood was surprisingly beautiful.

"Maybe it's because they're expensive," Renee thought to herself, "that's why I think it's all so beautiful."

But she had already walked into this extravagant reception room involuntarily, and after entering, she realized that there was something strange inside.

Among them, the Christmas decorations have almost become a contagion, filling the ceiling and corners of the living room.

Most astounding was the Christmas tree near the apple-wood fire--what a perfect fir tree, no bare branches, almost perfectly symmetrical, with hundreds of sparkling candles hanging from it With thin icicles.

Under the fir tree's hanging ribbons were piles of presents, large and small, all beautifully packaged, which made Renee's heart warm.

"Merry Christmas!" Aunt Abigail's voice came from the spiral staircase,

"Forgive me, I didn't have the mistletoe...that thing wouldn't do anything to the women in this room. Besides, no one wants to kiss a man under the mistletoe—oh! Look at me, how can I tell you that, I suppose you Is the first kiss still there? Have you ever planned to give it away?"

"Uh," Renee said dryly, "in an empty classroom in the dead of night?"

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