[HP] Born to be a pair

The dark system and world brought about by Voldemort ended, his henchmen and minions fell.

As long as the Death Eaters who participated in the Battle of Hogwarts were blacklisted by the Ministry of Magic—by the way, the current Minister of Magic became Kingsley Shacklebolt—they were arrested and interrogated one by one.

In addition to the Malfoy family, Harry attended their hearing and took the initiative to testify that Draco Malfoy had covered up and deceived Bellatrix for him, and that Narcissa Malfoy had concealed at the last minute that he was still breathing things.

So the Malfoy family of three was acquitted again, just like the last wizarding war - a lot of money was lost, but no one went to jail.

Draco Malfoy was ashamed to go back to school, and in the end he just took the final NEWT exam and left in a hurry without saying hello to anyone.

The headmastership of Hogwarts was officially handed over to Minerva McGonagall, and the former headmaster, Severus Snape, never appeared in public.

Even though all kinds of gossip and gossip about him were aroused in the "Daily Prophet" and "The Witch Weekly", he never came forward to explain a word.

There are rumors that he completed his mission, so he resigned with honor and scars; some people talked about the love and hatred between him and Harry's parents, and many witches contributed articles one after another, hoping that they could comfort this affectionate but The heart of a wounded hero.

—According to Harry, Sirius carefully cut out this section of the newspaper that day, copied it, sent it to Snape himself, and laughed at him for a week.

If anyone could know Snape's real situation, he had to ask Renee.

After the battle, instead of staying to clean up the battlefield, she found her aunt by the collapsed marble pile in the backyard, and together they sent Snape to St. Mungo's.

During his coma treatment, Renee told Harry and the professors that Snape was still alive. They all believed Harry's words, but they still had a grudge against Snape, who was good at acting and deceived Voldemort.

But they were all willing to go to St. Mungo's to visit Snape, the unsung hero who had lied and concealed most of his life.

Then, one day, Snape woke up.

The first thing he saw was McGonagall, Sprout, and Flitwick who were all staring at him.

Renee, who was changing the bouquet at the end of the bed, also greeted him, and Neville beside her nodded slightly with a stiff face.

"You're awake, Severus," said McGonagall. "Harry Potter told us everything."

Snape's pale face was even more bloodless.

"Everything means..." he asked cautiously.

"Everything," McGonagall looked at him cryptically, "started with you becoming a double agent."

Snape fell silent, across a hospital bed, Renee could even feel his brain whirring.

"And, during your coma, the school board unanimously decided to revoke your position as principal," McGonagall added.

"Excellent," Snape said quickly, "do I need to sign anything?"

"No, but you may be required to appoint the next principal."

"Then, it's you, Professor McGonagall," Snape began impatiently, "you have experience as an acting headmaster, and you have many years of experience as a deputy headmaster."

Now that Hogwarts lacks faculty and staff, McGonagall also proposed that Snape come back and continue to be a professor of defense against the dark arts, but he refused.

"Give me some breathing room, please," said Snape. "If all is said and done, I don't want to spend my life trapped in a bunch of screaming young wizards."

"Children don't squeal." Flitwick corrected him dissatisfied, but only got a perfunctory cold snort.

Renee didn't visit him very often after that, because since Snape woke up, he'd been refusing any visitors, except for two times when Aunt Abigail was allowed in.

After the turbulent times ended, the Ministry of Magic became exhausted, because from among the staff alone, it could find a large number of traitors who secretly surrendered to Voldemort.

That's why the Ministry of Magic not only recruited all the members of the Order of the Phoenix, but also issued invitation letters to this year's Hogwarts graduates, as long as the students who participated in the Great War can be exempted from the assessment and directly become Aurors.

Both Harry and Ron accepted the olive branch thrown at them, and directly packed their bags and went to the Ministry of Magic to report—Siris Black, as a member of the Order of the Phoenix, refused at first, but when Harry made a decision, he immediately agreed the Ministry of Magic.

Hermione among the three of them thought it was more important to complete her studies, so she returned to school with Renee, Neville and others, completed the remaining weeks of study, and took the NEWT exam together.

After the exam, Neville also accepted the invitation to be an Auror. Under the proud eyes of Mrs. Longbottom, he came back wearing a gorgeous robe embroidered with gold on a black background, and welcomed the celebration party held by his relatives and friends.

"Have you still not changed your mind?" While the others were dancing, Neville walked away from the noisy crowd and came to Renee's side, hugging her gently, "You can just step over the steps of finding a job."

"Oh, I've made up my mind." Renee leaned on his chest, staring blankly at the throbbing crowd on the dance floor, "I have to——go to Turin first."

"I don't think it's necessary." When Neville spoke, her chest vibrated slightly, making her nose sore.

"It's necessary!" She insisted, unable to hide the trembling of her voice, "He must be there... wait for me to save him and come back."

"No - I mean, your aunt came to see me the other day," said Neville, "and she brought your belated birthday present."

Renee was a little confused, how could it have anything to do with her birthday present?Why do you need Neville to hand it over again?

But in the next second, she quickly forgot all the thoughts in her mind—because a trembling man with a cane was walking in from the porch, his temples were gray, his old face was full of dimples, and his face was cloudy and tired. Looking at Renee, his eyes were suddenly lit up.

It was the kind of eagerness and caring that Renee had looked forward to a lifetime.

"Father!" Renee screamed in surprise and delight, and flung herself up and hugged him like a bird returning to its nest, "how did you—how did you come back from Turin? How did you do this again? "

"Hey, it's just a small thing," Greg Hawke said proudly. "As long as there is a little money, there is always a passenger ship willing to give an extra seat, not to mention that I have a passport, which is much better than those who really stow away! "

He didn't say a word about the bright green light, or the second fire that burned down his second home.

Renee guessed some truths from his evasive attitude—maybe this was the reason why Aunt Abigail refused to face her directly, full of guilt, and took Anna and Sneff away from her life.

They both chose to hide it from her by coincidence, but Renee didn't want to get to the bottom of it either. She was willing to accept the rare and confused life, and took Old Hawk back to the temporarily rented hut.

After the cottage by the lake burned down, Renee had been staying at Neville's house. She had Longbottom's ancestral moonstone ring on her hand, and she seemed justified in staying here.

But when old Hawke came back, it wouldn't work - it didn't make sense that they'd have to accept their fiancée's dad living at home.

So Renee and Old Hawk rented an apartment in London with what little money they had left, in a mediocre location with only a few run-down chip and fish joints on the corner.

Neville often came to visit them, helping the father and daughter paint the walls, lay the floors, and repair the air leaks and broken places-even if these things only required Renee to wave his magic wand, but seeing the attitude of old Hawke towards Neville For the sake of being amiable, she began to pretend that she couldn't do it.

"What about us?" During another visit, Neville asked a little aggrieved, "Could it be that you want to go back on your word?"

"Repent for what?" Renee asked without looking up as she was replying to readers' letters.

"Marriage, of course!" Neville stared at her incredulously, "You really forgot?"

Renee's hand holding the quill pen stopped, and she raised her head with some embarrassment: "Of course I remember-my dear, I wear this ring every day, even if I forget for a few minutes occasionally, as soon as I see it I'll remember it too."

Moaning and leaning his head on her shoulder, Neville knew better than ever how to soften her heart.

but--

"You know," Renee put down the quill, took his head into her arms, and gently rubbed the soft, fluffy blonde hair, "I just published the first book, and the editor told me to print the second while the iron is hot." I also finished writing quickly... so I not only have to continue writing, but also take time to go out to collect stories.

What's more, we just graduated not long ago, and we got married so early—”

"My parents got married as soon as they graduated!" said Neville immediately, "and Harry's parents, Ron's parents—"

"Yes, but they had no other choice, because Voldemort—"

"So now you have other choices, why don't you marry me?" Neville said unhappily, and refused to let her rub her hair anymore, and sat in the armchair angrily away from her.

Renee stared at the part of his face where the scar removal stickers had been pasted. There was pink and tender new flesh growing there, and a dark brown scar was squeezed out, which looked a little funny.

Neville was angry and couldn't help but flipped through her first book "How to Win Someone's Heart" which had just been published. Seeing the first part, she raised her eyebrows and glanced at her furtively.

It ran right into Renee's smiling eyes, and he couldn't get angry right away.

"Only you can write a paragraph like this," Neville said, pursing his lips, showing no emotion, "You should tell those who are trapped in love to touch each other with your heart, not—not with these means."

"Sometimes, sincerity and means need to be used together," Renee approached holding the quill, and sat on the armrest next to his stiff body, gently teasing the base of his ear with the soft tip of the quill, "I don't Be ashamed of it."

"Are you using tricks now?" Neville asked abruptly.

"If you think it is." Renee was vague, but she lowered her head and pressed her soft lips to the place where she had just scratched with a feather.

So the plan for this visit came to a hasty conclusion. Neville, who was full of resentment, was refreshed and left with a happy face.

It wasn't that Renee hadn't thought about marriage, but Dad needed her more than Neville these days.

Perhaps it was because as a Muggle, Old Hawke had a greater rejection of potions than anyone else.Although he was only affected by the spell, there were still some spells left in his body that were about to move, eating away at his internal organs.

Renee chose a writer with more flexible schedules as a source of income, also in order to be able to brew potions for him at home, take care of the old man in his dying years, and try to snatch another life from the hands of death.

"You, you go and chase him back." Old Hawk, who was sitting by the window in the living room, said anxiously, hitting the floor with his cane, "Tell him that you are willing to marry him, and you will marry him tomorrow! "

"Of course I would like to marry him, but not now, Dad." Renee brought a potion as usual, "Drink the potion first."

"I won't drink unless you chase him back," Old Hawke turned his head stubbornly, "I know what you're thinking, but I don't care about it, you don't have to refuse him for me—I will tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, I will Just go on a trip, travel around Europe—”

Renee didn't speak, just looked at him quietly.

"I must not have much time to live," Old Hawke said calmly, "Why don't you use this last bit of time to see the world of other countries—to be honest, I haven't even visited Italy carefully!"

"Is this your last wish?" Renee asked seriously, putting down the potion in her hand, her dark green eyes misted.

Old Hawke also nodded seriously: "I was born in a small city, and except for that trip to Italy, I have never been out of Britain in my life.

I studied hard, worked hard on exams, and lived in London step by step after graduating from university. It has been a normal life-until I met your mother, Amelia.

She lights up my life, dyes my black and white world with color, she not only brings me joy, novelty, but also you. "

He reached out a trembling, wrinkled hand to caress Renee's cheek, studying the Amelia Vance-like face carefully.

"I admit that I held a grudge against you when she had an accident and you were safe.

Even for a long time, I wanted to follow her-but every time you cried, I would wake up immediately and give up this idea for a while.

I thought the cause of the fire must be that there were no swimming pools or lakes near our area...so I chose a second home next to a clear lake—and who knows, it was burned down in the end. "

Old Hawk was in a trance, his arms trembled, and he touched the wet tears on Renee's face with his fingertips.

"I didn't treat you well... I ruined your childhood, but you brought more happiness to my old age... You really are more like your mother, with a kind heart.

I guess you already know what happened between your aunt and me, but I beg you not to blame her - she was forced to do it, but also risked to save me... her and those two weird little monsters ... are also kind and kind.

You have turned down a good job for me, how can I have the heart to ask you to turn down a good marriage for me?The Na'vi people are nice, you guys love each other, an unlovable person like me really has no right to hang around and stop such a natural couple from getting married! "

"Dad, don't you say that," Renee said through tears. "I owe you a lot of money, remember? I gotta pay it!"

"The money itself is yours," said old Hawke. "I told you to save more, but you always misunderstood me and thought I was just an old Grandet. If you want to leave him, or want to change jobs, this money is your confidence and the support for you to break free from the shackles."

Renee broke down in tears.

Old Hawk slowly withdrew his hand, stood up on crutches, and helped Renee who was kneeling on the ground to get up.

"Come on, good boy, pack my luggage for me," he said out of breath, but his eyes were full of infinite joy, "I will write to you often, and if I don't write one day, you will have to Wait for the local police to call you—promise me, then put my jar, with your mother's jar, at your school if it's possible to... ho... ho..."

"Hogwarts."

"Yes, in Hogwarts, I don't know if your professors will agree... But that's where your mother has always wanted to go, and I also want to live there with her."

Renee solemnly agreed.

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