HP Midnight Light

- November 1981, 11 - Godric's Hollow

"He didn't resist at all, and just followed the Auror obediently." Dorje whispered, "They said he had been laughing crazily... completely lost his mind. Now Auror is still searching for Peter's remains, but hope Not much... I didn't think highly of Peter before, I thought he was not very smart, you know how much I regret it now, Dumbledore."

Dumbledore and Dorge stood at the forefront, surrounded by people who came to pay their respects to the Potters.He didn't respond to Dorje's words, but raised his wand and moved it slowly. With his movements, a line of words slowly appeared on the newly erected stone tablet - the last enemy to be defeated is death.

Dorje watched Dumbledore standing quietly on the spot and staring at the tombstone of the Potters. It was the first day of November, the Muggle world was still immersed in the atmosphere of Halloween, and wizards were also celebrating the downfall of the Dark Lord. Yet Godric's Hollow was quiet and sad.All are mourning the couple's misfortune.

"Merlin." The aged Bathilda made a cross on her chest with tears in her eyes. Like everyone else, she was dressed in black and held a white rose in her hand that was intended to be dedicated to the couple who died young.

"What does that mean, Albus?" Dorje asked.

Dumbledore didn't speak, but turned and walked towards the path: "We should give these people some time to mourn their heroes." He took a last look at the dates of the Potters' birth and death on the tombstone, then turned and left without saying a word .Doge hurried up to lay flowers under James and Lily's tombstones, before catching up to Dumbledore.When they walked a certain distance, there was a slight but unbearable cry behind them.

They walked along the road to the destroyed Potter's old house, which had been enchanted by people sent by the Ministry of Magic to prevent people from entering at will.

"Should it become a memorial hall in the future?"

"Everyone will come here to see... to see the place where the Boy Who Lived escaped Voldemort." Dumbledore looked at the crumbling Potter house. "Everyone in our world will remember Harry." name and his story, they will see him as a hero."

"The kid will be famous, Albus," said Doge, "but you insist that he grow up in the Muggle world instead of ours?"

"I am quite sure, Dorge," Dumbledore replied clearly, "I am well aware of the impact and burden of great fame on a young man. Harry should grow up as an ordinary person, not a hero, my Meaning...he shouldn't be carrying such a heavy burden."

"Sooner or later he will know who he is, Albus!" Doge retorted in a low voice, "You are depriving an orphan of the basic right to know his own origin!"

"Harry will know all about it in due time," Dumbledore replied calmly.

"Do you think a letter can really explain everything?" Dorji asked sharply, "All—a letter?"

Dumbledore was silent.

"You may have made the wrong decision, Albus," Doge pointed out.

"I've made too many mistakes, Dorje." Dumbledore smiled wryly, "You know... even... the matter of James and Lily was a mistake..."

"It's not your fault," Dorje replied quickly. "No one would have guessed that Blake would be like that. He betrayed his best friend, like—like throwing away an old thing!" He tried to restrain himself Without swearing, "What punishment will he get? Dementor's kiss? Life imprisonment? Of course, he deserves it either way!"

"That will depend on the Ministry of Magic," Dumbledore replied curtly.

"Did you ever think he would betray them, Dumbledore?" Doge asked, "Anyone who has met them will say that Black and James are like brothers, and James trusts him even more than you, but In the end Black sold his best friend to his master... can you believe it, Dumbledore?"

Dumbledore shook his head.

Dorje stared at Potter's old house, and gradually calmed down: "Then, you will suppress the news, right? You won't let Harry know that the beast is his godfather, right?"

"At least until Harry has grown into a sane, strong and calm young man, I will not tell him the news." Dumbledore said affirmatively, "This is too cruel for Harry."

"If it were me, I would never say it at all." Duoji muttered, "But what about the Order of the Phoenix?"

"I will disband the Order of the Phoenix after assisting the Aurors to deal with the remaining Death Eaters." Dumbledore frowned slightly, but Dorje didn't notice, "In a peaceful age, if the Order of the Phoenix continues to exist, it will cause more trouble. People are uneasy. Not to mention that we are all tired after such a protracted battle, and it is time to get life back on a peaceful track."

"I will remember this war. Never."

"Everyone will."

Dorje turned to him: "you haven't answered my previous question."

"which one?"

"That inscription," Dorje said, "what does it mean?" His brows furrowed together. "Don't you think... that sounds more like... the words of the Death Eaters?"

"I personally think death is a greater adventure. However, for true warriors, their souls don't die with their bodies. Yes, James and Lily did leave their sons and leave this world , but none of us can say whether they will stay by his side in another way."

"You think they'll come back as ghosts?"

"No," Dumbledore left a puzzling answer, "they're neither coming back nor going away."

-Little Whinging District, No. 4 Privet Drive-

"Penny, Petunia, honey," Vernon stammered after him, "do we really, really want—"

"We have to adopt him." Petunia fidgeted around the kitchen making milk powder, "otherwise the neighbors will gossip: a baby comes and disappears, you know what those gossips will say!"

"But," Vernon asked, stumbling, "isn't he—that kind of guy?"

"You have seen that letter. Based on what I know about them, we have no right to refuse." Petunia paused for a moment, staring at the faucet absently.She couldn't help thinking of Lily. The last time they met was at her wedding to Vernon. They didn't talk much, just a sentence or two.Then, the next time she received a message from Lily, it was their mother who told her that Lily was being hunted down by a group of "dead foodies".That didn't surprise Petunia at all. She knew that weird people like wizards would one day pop up and cause trouble as early as more than ten years ago.It's strange that Mom and Dad are so proud of having a witch in their family.

Vernon interrupted her thoughts at this moment: "Why don't we send him to your mother, she will definitely take good care of the grandson left by the precious daughter?"

"Tell me, Vernon," Petunia turned and raised her voice, "have you ever dealt with wizards?"

"Well, your sister's husband—"

"Yes, according to my experience, there are two types of wizards, one is my good sister and her husband's unreasonable lunatic - this Dumbledore is probably in this category." Petunia put the bottle He put it heavily on the table, "The second type is not so easy to dismiss, they hate us, look down on us, and will try to play tricks on us... If we send this debt collector away, maybe two hundred wizards will block us tomorrow Come to the door accusing us of mistreating their little hero. Believe it or not, but I don't want to mess with any more wizards!"

Startled by his wife's sudden anger, Vernon took a step back and slammed into the refrigerator with a bang: "Uh... so, what the letter said was true?"

"What really?"

"What kind of underworld group is that?"

"Of course it's true!" Petunia said angrily. "Otherwise, how do you think my witch sister and her wizard husband died? Was it a car accident?"

Vernon seemed to be trying to figure it out.

"We have to adopt him," continued Petunia, "but we can't let anyone notice the strangeness, I mean, we can't let anyone notice the traces of 'magic'."

"But, dear, how can you—"

"We didn't let him touch anything related to magic when he was young, and he will know nothing about these things when he grows up." Petunia stirred the milk powder with a serious expression, "I absolutely don't allow this There's a second wizard in the house!" she snapped suddenly.

"Yeah yeah—" Vernon nodded in horror, "but, darling, can we get 'that thing' off him?"

The corners of Petunia's mouth tightened. "We have to erase!" She thumped around Vernon and walked to the nursery. Harry was placed in the crib, and Dudley, who was playing on the carpet, picked up the baby boy. The stuffed animal was thrown at Harry.At first Harry was still staring at those gadgets with interest, but when one of them hit him on the forehead, Harry finally realized that the visitor was not good, and when he opened his mouth and was about to cry out, Petunia rushed to him in time. Arrived, and roughly stuffed the bottle into his mouth:

"Quiet!"

"Woo..." Harry snorted and began to suck the pacifier obediently. He blinked his green eyes and looked at his aunt curiously. Petunia looked at this little face that didn't look like Lily for a while, and finally moved open eyes:

"Dada, baby, come to Mommy."

- November 11th - Ministry of Magic

"There is no need for such a vicious prisoner to be tried!"

"I think there's something hidden behind this!"

"That's just what you think, Ms. Burns." Scrimgeour straightened his back, "Don't forget that your brother probably died because of Black!"

Crouch stopped in time: "Enough, Scrimgeour."

Amelia turned pale with anger, she turned to Crouch: "What do you think, Mr. Crouch?"

"What's the prevailing opinion among wizards?" Crouch asked.

"Voting this morning indicates that 60.00% of the seven vote in favor of throwing Black into Azkaban without a trial," his aide replied.

Scrimgeour showed a triumphant smile: "This is what everyone wants, Mr. Crouch, Blake is not worth our time wasting on him!"

"Trial is a necessary process, Mr. Crouch." Amelia argued, "Even if a criminal's crime has been confirmed, he still has the right to defend himself!"

Scrimgeour turned to Crouch's assistant: "Does Blake have any witnesses? Anyone willing to attend for him to testify his innocence?"

The assistant shook his head.

"You see, Ms. Burns, that's pretty telling." Scrimgeour shrugged regretfully.

"Even if we don't need Black's testimony, we need his explanation - he needs an explanation for the Potters' deaths."

"There's nothing to explain. It's clear. The dirty little man sold his friends for his master. To put it bluntly, there might be something wrong with him when he got close to poor James." Purpose."

"He's a Black, but also a Gryffindor—"

"So what, Blake is a Blake first, and a Gryffindor second. What's more, Ms. Burns, you have to admit that there is a sinful gene in the blood of this family. Look at Bellatrix S, look at—"

"Minister!" An Auror rushed open the door, "We captured the Lestrange brothers and family!"

"Look!" cried Scrimgeour, "I told you there's not a single good thing in the Blacks!"

"Very good." Crouch stood up abruptly, his eyes sparkling, "We can judge them with Black!" He noticed the Auror's expression, "Why?"

The other party hesitated for a moment before saying with an expression of disbelief: "...your son was captured with them."

Scrimgeour fell silent suddenly.

"My son?" Crouch repeated it slowly and word for word after a long time.

The Auror replied timidly, "I'm afraid so, Mr. Crouch."

Amelia instinctively turned her head to look at Crouch, his face slowly turned pale, and then slowly flushed.

"That's impossible!" Crouch roared suddenly, and he pushed the Auror away fiercely. "That's absolutely impossible—I want to see my son, right now, right away!" He strode out the door.

"Mr. Crouch!" The stunned Auror reacted slowly, and hurriedly chased after him, "You can't go out now!"

But it was too late. The moment Crouch stepped into the hall of the Ministry of Magic, he was surrounded by the clicking sound of cameras. A large group of reporters broke through the encirclement of the Ministry of Magic security personnel and rushed forward. Desperately trying to get close to the official who is regarded as the next Minister of Magic—

"Mr. Crouch, can you respond to the rumors about your son?"

"Is it true that he was with the notorious Lestranges when he was caught?"

"When did he join the Death Eaters?"

"Did you ever consider this potential danger when he entered Slytherin?"

Crouch's temples were throbbing, he sullenly prevented the reporters from taking pictures of his gaffe, and signaled the security personnel to step forward to control the scene, but nothing seemed to stop the group of crazy reporters from capturing the first-hand news Opportunity.

"Mr. Crouch," a female voice suddenly overwhelmed the crowd, and Skeeter's crisp voice echoed in the hall, "Will you proceed with the trial of your son in the normal way, or will it...depend on the circumstances?"

The rest of the reporters were suddenly quiet for a moment, and all eyes were on Crouch's face. He tried his best to restrain his expression so as not to get angry on the spot, but the panic and anger that was about to burst out of his eyes could not deceive anyone.After Skeeter had quickly jotted down a few notes, the group of reporters reacted belatedly, followed by even more turbulent and unstoppable questions——

"Do you think your son joined voluntarily or was forced?"

"How much do you know about it?"

"Do you think this will affect your future career?"

"Mr. Crouch, you..."

In that split second, Crouch's mind raced through everything he had and could have in his life.The reporter's face suddenly blurred into the sneering face of his opponent.He glanced at Skeeter in a daze, her face changed to Barty Jr., and he was talking eagerly, but Crouch didn't want to hear it, he had made his choice.

"He's a disgrace to me, a disgrace to me," Crouch answered calmly, his piercing eyes sweeping across the excited faces, "I don't know anything about his evil deeds, but I He will be tried with the most just means, and he will be sent to where he belongs."

After finishing this indifferent but powerful declaration, Crouch walked away, and there was a more intense camera sound behind him, but Crouch ignored it.He didn't go in the direction of the dungeon, but returned the same way.

"The Lestrange case will be tried immediately this afternoon." Crouch opened the door and issued an order coldly. Feeling very annoyed and embarrassed in my heart, "What did they do?"

"They were torturing the Longbottoms with the Cruciatus Curse when we caught them," replied the Auror, and Scrimgeour's face changed slightly. "They were trying to extract clues about the Dark Lord from the Longbottoms—"

"How are Frank and Alice?" asked Scrimgeour, interrupting him.

"I'm afraid it's not optimistic." Auror showed a trace of sadness, "When we rescued them, both Frank and Alice passed out."

"They were sent to St. Mungo's, weren't they?" Scrimgeour demanded.

"Yes, but there is no news of an update yet."

Scrimgeour was silent for a while, then turned to Crouch: "Minister..."

"We're going to have a public trial," Crouch replied calmly, and then suddenly thumped the table hard.The ink bottle and candlestick fell to the ground one after another. Crouch stood with his back to the three people in the room, leaning on the table and gasping for breath.Scrimgeour and the Auror exchanged a look.

"So," Amelia asked hesitantly, "what should Blake do?"

"Azkaban is imprisoned for life." Crouch's voice seemed to come from hell, "He deserves this!"

The author has something to say:

Note:

1. Bathilda: In the original "Death Hallows", Lily mentioned her relationship with Bathilda in the letter to Sirius, so it is speculated that the Potters have a good relationship with her.

2. It is also mentioned in "Death Hallows": Potter's house has not become a memorial, but a sign has been erected, which is full of blessings written by people to Harry.

3. The image of Scrimgeour is portrayed as an unlikable, manipulative and tough person.There will be no further description

4. The title refers to the person whose fate has changed abruptly in this chapter.Harry (became an orphan), Crouch (stopped his career), the Longbottom couple (living would be better than death), Sirius (wronged and imprisoned)

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