HP Midnight Light

-February 1993, 8-

A bolt of lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating the cold stone wall.

The seemingly sleeping prisoner suddenly opened his eyes.

The Weasley family in the newspaper waved happily, and the pet mouse on the boy's shoulder was also lucky enough to be photographed.Others wouldn't care about the mouse's missing claws, but Sirius would.

For a time he thought he would slowly rot in Azkaban.Dementors robbed him of his happiness, and as time passed, Sirius used those painful memories to relive the past—this was the only thing Azka Banken asked him to keep—and let the past reflect on him. Come and torture yourself.

He gradually accepted his fate, no matter how he spent his life, it was a hopeless life.

Until he saw the large photo printed in the newspaper.

In a flash of sobriety, he realized that his heart could no longer bear such a sudden stimulation, and the secret that had been hidden for 12 years suddenly surfaced and dealt him a heavy blow, like a deadly spear piercing the atrium, making him dizzy Dazzling, joy and sorrow.The weeds and weeds are so tenacious, the dark clouds and the sea are so calm, it turns out that he is still alive.

He lost everything in the last war, and this defeat gave him a long depression, but this time, a fiery thought suddenly ignited in his long-empty mind: it was not pleasant, full of hatred and irony, But it was strong enough, strong enough to support him to get rid of the influence of the dementors without knowing it, and strong enough for him to sit in this cell and calmly conceive a blueprint for a perfect escape.

He lost everything 12 years ago, now he decides to take a big gamble, no matter how bad it is, he has nothing to lose.

His sudden conviction that his fate was certain gave him a miraculous immunity against cold winds, dementors, and Azkaban, and it gave him back a long-lost courage to prepare him Take on a battle that is fraught with danger and could lose all.

Sirius sat up, solemnly folded the newspaper into small pieces and stuffed them into the pocket of the prison uniform.Like a real lunatic, he paced and wandered in the cage, facing the wind and rain, talking to those people in his fantasy, crying with joy, laughing with sorrow, until dawn broke.

There was a trifling sound from the cell door behind him, and it was already breakfast time.

The dementor opened the iron door, and at that moment, a black shadow passed by it silently.

It sensed something was wrong, but the dementor's own single thought told it that it was not a human breath.During the few seconds it was thinking about this question, the black dog had disappeared around the corner of the stairs.

It was thin enough and nimble enough that it could jump fences and slip through gaps with ease.

"Seal the stairs!"

Hearing the distant voice of the jailer, the black dog threw himself desperately towards the nearest transom.It scraped the brick wall with its sharp claws as the only buffer, its nails were quickly blunted, blood seeped through its fur, and two neat scratches appeared on the impenetrable outer wall of Azkaban——

It fell heavily to the ground, and there was pain everywhere in its body. It thought its life was hanging by a thread, but the wind brought the breath of the sea.

At the end of the night, the tide beat the cliff like a beast, and in its roar, he heard the voice in his memory.He fell on the ground and greedily sniffed the cold air after 12 years, until the first ray of sunshine kissed his cheek, and a new day suddenly bloomed on the barren island and the smoky ocean.

He escaped.

-June 8th - Parkinson Manor

Edmund was putting a read letter back in its envelope when Hyacins entered the dining room.

"The thread is broken," he told her. "No one knows how the 'son' of the Greenglass family died, or who was around the Rozier estate the night the fire burned. Pass."

"It's normal." Hyacinth replied, "There is no such intricate 'information network' as before. No one can know everything."

"Dumbledore." Edmund said in a slightly mocking tone.

"You overestimated him." Hyacinth pulled out her chair and sat down.Tata brought her breakfast, and there was silence between the Parkinsons.

"What did Margaret tell you that day?" Edmund asked tentatively, "When I met her in the hall, she seemed to be hesitant to speak."

Margaret came to Parkinson Manor ahead of schedule on the day she picked up Violet, and she found an excuse for Hyacinth to take her into the garden:

"I had hoped we would never see each other again."

"Yes," said Hyacinth quietly, "I guess you didn't expect them to be friends either?"

"Not really. I could see that they all liked each other, which surprised me." Margaret said, "In our day, people didn't have such innocent friendships."

"You and Narcissa."

"With all due respect, if my identity were replaced by yours, we might never speak." Margaret said bluntly. "After all, children know how to deal with their friendship. I will I came to you because I wanted to tell you something else."

Hyacinth motioned for her to be blunt.

"It may be wrong to say this, but in a sense, I can understand Edmund." Margaret stared at her. "I can understand all his actions—including those that violate the law and ethics."

Hyacinth didn't speak, her eyes gradually turned cold.

"We were born in an ancient and wealthy family, and we were taught to be superior to others. In our concept, if there is one thing in this world that we want, we should do our best to get it no matter what. If we can't get it Even if it is destroyed, it cannot fall into the hands of others. The irony is that even if we get it as we wish, we may not cherish it." Margaret looked up at a window on the second floor of Parkinson Manor, "I It is true to Severus, and it is true to you as Edmund."

"Are you trying to tell me what Edmund did, Margaret?" retorted Hyacins. "I thought you were a nice fellow."

"It's not—"

"Enough." She interrupted her, "I don't want to listen to you. Do you know that the biggest difference between you and us is that you have what you want since childhood, and you have never tasted failure and downfall, so You don't know how to cherish at all." She roughly broke off a flower from the flower bed next to it, "This is possession, and love should let it grow and wither."

Hyacinth threw the flower at Margaret's feet and walked away.

In the end, facing Edmund's question, she gave up the idea of ​​questioning: "It's nothing, it's just some gossip."

"Okay." Edmund glanced at her, "I have another idea... What do you think of the child Draco Malfoy?"

"I only saw him once in the infirmary."

"I think he's right for Pencey."

Hyacinth thought she had heard it wrong, but Edmund's serious expression proved that he was not joking.

She put down the knife and fork: "I thought you wouldn't count your daughter."

"It's not a calculation." Edmund frowned, "The Malfoy family is reliable enough to keep her well-fed for the rest of her life."

"Like me now?"

"Hyase -"

"You've been cold to her all these years, and I can see why." Her voice was getting sharper. "You've been afraid that I'd tell her—tell her about the ugly things you've done—and you're afraid she'll look down on you, I hate you, so you simply alienate her and neglect her, making me think that you don't care about this daughter so much anymore."

She remembered Margaret's words, and then Hyacinth suddenly understood why Edmund wanted to marry Pansy to Draco.

"You have never understood that money is not as great as you imagined." She smiled sarcastically, "You have learned some truths, but not all of them."

Before Edmund had time to refute, there was a slight sound from the stairs, and the Parkinsons fell silent at the same time.

Tens of seconds later, Pansy walked into the restaurant. At this time, Tata just delivered a newspaper, and she took it over and looked through it.

Edmund took a sip of coffee in a disguised manner: "Is there any big news today?"

Pansy's eyebrows went up and down, and she stared at the cover: "Blake escaped—hiss!"

Black's Escape - The Ministry of Magic offers a reward of [-] Galleons

Hyacinth was trembling all over, and she didn't know whether her trembling was due to ecstasy or deeper emotions.Pansy and Edmund stared at her silently. At this moment, even Pansy, who knew nothing about the story behind it, smelled a hint of a storm coming.

Finally, a crack appeared in the center of the mirror.

"Bring me my cloak," Hyacinth ordered without thinking, as if she'd been waiting for this moment for twelve years.

"Where are you going?" Edmund asked with a hint of warning.

"It's none of your business." Hyacinth raised her voice and urged Tata, "Hurry up!"

"You should understand your current identity and position." Edmund reminded coldly, "Don't forget that you—"

"Shut up!" Hyacinth looked down at him, "I don't need you to remind me of my identity, on the contrary, what do you think you are? You need me to help you recall—"

"Enough!" said Edmund, angrily and nervously, standing up. "Stop messing around!"

"Nonsense?" Hyacinth laughed, then suddenly grabbed a nearby plate and threw it at Edmund, "How dare you!"

"Are you crazy!"

"I've been crazy for 12 years!"

Pansy had quietly left the restaurant at some point.

"Even after 12 years you still miss him? Whatever his reason for breaking out, do you think he did it for you?"

"I don't care what his reason for escaping from prison is." Hyacinth took the cloak from the trembling Tata, and she looked at him pityingly with a scornful smile, "I just know what I want."

- December 9th - Hogwarts Castle

"This is your office, Remus." Flitwick introduced, "The sorting ceremony will start in 10 minutes, so don't be late."

"I see, thank you."

After he left, Remus put down his luggage and pulled a newspaper from the compartment of his briefcase.

The haggard prisoner watched him indifferently.

That wasn't the Sirius he knew.Remus stared at the photo for a moment, deciding not to read the same wanted notice.He closed the newspaper and looked at the gradually sinking sunset outside the window. In the twilight, the Forbidden Forest became vague and unreal.

He still remembered his first day at school, years passed in a blink of an eye, and he didn't expect that when he came back here again, he was actually a professor.If James knew about it, he would probably laugh out loud and use it as a joke for the next year.

After the war, Remus' father invited him to come home and live with him, but he declined.The reason is not just because he is becoming an increasingly dangerous werewolf, but also for a more important reason: his heart is empty.

He lost three friends—one was betrayed to death by another;

What are you here for, Sirius?

Remus didn't know the answer.

Over the past 12 years, he has traveled around the UK, staying in each place for a short time to hide his werewolf identity.For this reason, Remus had to live frugally. It was a joke of fate that the outstanding students of Hogwarts could hardly support themselves more than ten years after graduation.

He had received a letter from Dumbledore a few months ago, inviting Remus to be the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts. In addition, he also specifically emphasized that Snape was willing to cook for him the newly invented Wolfbane - Elixir.

This proposal is indeed exciting.But given Snape's previous relationship with him and them and Lily, Remus couldn't help but balk at the job.

But a few days later Dumbledore showed up in his hut uninvited, and after a conversation he persuaded Remus to accept his teaching position, just as he persuaded Lyle to let Remus go to Hogwarts school is the same.

The other reason he'd accepted the teaching job—and Remus was happy to admit it—was because of the kid.The last time he saw Harry was Christmas 1980, not long after he was on Dumbledore's secret mission, and then...

The pocket watch screamed to remind Remus that it was time for him to go to the auditorium.The pocket watch belonged to Lyle, who died in 1988, and Remus was unable to see him for the last time.He understood his father's eternal sorrow, but he weakly chose to flee to a distant place to lick his wound.

He regrets it, but his life cannot be repeated.

The Hogwarts auditorium was exactly the same as Remus remembered, the only difference was the strange faces sitting at the long table and some equally unfamiliar people on the teacher's bench.

"Hello, Severus."

Snape pursed his lips - with the same deep hatred on his face as it had been ten years ago - and walked around Remus as if he had never heard of it.

Professor Sprout at the side had a panoramic view of this scene, and Remus smiled at her, pulled out his chair and sat down as if nothing had happened.

He didn't want to care about Snape and the anecdotes surrounding him over the years for the time being.Remus' eyes fell on the long Gryffindor table, and he caught sight of Harry, who was chatting head-to-head with Ron and Hermione.Harry seemed to have shaken off the dementor's influence and returned to normal.

Does he like that piece of chocolate?

thought Remus.

If there is no Voldemort, he should be "Uncle Moonface" or "Furry Big Trouble" now, not "Professor Lupine" right?

The author has something to say:

Note:

1. [Son of the Greengrass family]: It was mentioned in "Night of Dawn" that Astoria has a twin "brother", but this is actually a trick planned by Aurora and Sean.

2. ["Dumbledore." "You overestimated him."]: Hyacinth was dissatisfied that Dumbledore never investigated the deaths of the Potters.

3. Lyle Lupine died after the Potters died and before Remus became a professor.

4. ["He understands his father's eternal sorrow"]: Refers to turning Remus into a werewolf

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