HP Midnight Light

- October 1998, 4 - Parkinson Manor

Edmund cursed loudly as the letter slammed into his face, and his temples twitched again - which he usually took as a bad omen, and it was. ——What came into view was a bright red envelope.

He held the letter and thought for a few seconds who would send him a Howler letter now, and then he couldn't help thinking about it. The Howler letter struggled to break free from his hand and exploded in mid-air with a "bang". A terrible voice came out:

"I want to talk to you face to face."

Before Edmund had time to think about who the owner of the voice was, the Howling Letter suddenly tore himself to shreds, and pieces of paper fell on his head and clothes.

"Tata!" Edmund yelled angrily after holding a piece of paper in a daze for a while, "Clean up this place." He himself stood up and waved his wand out of the window a few times. The figure in the robe pushed open the door and walked quickly towards the house.Edmund narrowed his eyes and stared at the visitor warily. For a moment he thought he had been tricked, that it was either a Death Eater or an Auror.However, when the man walked to a place where he could see his face clearly, Edmund immediately recognized this face he hadn't seen for many years:

Severus Snape.

"Mr. Headmaster," Edmund reluctantly suppressed his anger and opened the door to let him in. "What's your business?" He couldn't help but obviously questioned and sullenly said in his tone, "I never knew Hogwarts The principal of Cici actually has the habit of sending shouting letters."

"I'm not the first principal to send a roaring letter, Mr. Parkinson." Snape threw out another explosive message with a straight face, "I'm here to inform you that your daughter is being hunted by Death Eaters .”

Edmund didn't respond immediately, he reflexively thought it was a trap, but Snape continued:

"During Easter, she and another student tried to act as saviors to save a group of imprisoned children. The Carlos found them and chased them all the way to the Forbidden Forest. They managed to escape, but were arrested by the Ministry of Magic that night. The team seized it and took it to Malfoy Manor."

Edmund cut him off sharply, "Nonsense!" He stared at Snape, trying to read the lie on his face.

Snape ignored his rage and continued to report in a deadpan voice: "But once again they were very, very lucky to escape. As you can imagine, they have now been targeted by the Death Eaters— "

"Where is she!" cried Edmund, his eyes slowly turning red. "Where is Pansy? Tell me! You must know where she is!"

Snape calmly looked at the groggy man in front of him: "I can't tell you where she is - don't rush to yell at me! - She's hiding in a relatively safe place that is also highly concerned by Death Eaters. If You don't want to kill your daughter, so don't go crazy now."

Hearing his words, Edmund made a sound between a sob and a low cry, and he fell down on the sofa and buried his head deeply in his palms.The house elf Tata stood aside in horror, shaking slightly and almost fainting.Snape ignored the shock and worry of the master and servant, he went around and sat down on the sofa opposite Edmund:

"I heard that you cast several killing curses on my daughter?"

"That's right." Edmund sneered, "She's a thief, just like her mother—" Snape's lips twisted slightly, Edmund saw it, and he stopped talking and took a deep breath In one breath, "Are you here just to inform me of the news?"

"Your daughter and my daughter are on good terms, to the point where they are tied to the same rope." Snape said sarcastically, "So I'm here to warn you, to prevent your negligence Involved us: First of all, I don't think Pansy will be lucky enough to escape successfully for the third time, so please don't cause trouble; second, the student who fled with her is not a bad person, you can rest assured; finally, I suggest you lock the door of your house and don't Go out again, after all, the Death Eaters are probably after you now."

"That's impossible!"

"You can't save your daughter—"

Edmund stood up suddenly: "But my wife is still in St. Mungo's!"

"St Mungo's is safe, Death Eaters have no interest in that place."

"I've seen such tricks a lot—using parents to threaten children, using children to threaten parents, using husbands to force wives, using wives to manipulate husbands..."

"You're not important enough for the Death Eaters to decide to take St. Mungo's for your support, Parkinson," Snape reminded coolly.

"Who do you support, Snape?" Edmund suddenly narrowed his eyes alertly. "Aren't you from the Dark Lord?"

Snape raised his eyebrows.

Edmund's thoughts suddenly became clear: "Don't tell me that you are afraid that the Dark Lord will anger you and your daughter because of my daughter's behavior, that is too ridiculous." He stared closely at the expressionless face. Expressive face, "You have no reason to be so kind as to tell me this."

"I hope nothing is lost in matters involving family members."

"Really?" Edmund stared intently at every slight change in Snape's expression, "You care about her? A derivative of a love potion? Don't forget why she came into this world—"

"That's the best joke in the world, Parkinson, I don't need a rapist to teach me how to be a father." Snape spat out a series of mean words, "I understand why your daughter would rather run away She also refuses to come back to seek your help, she must wish to wash every drop of your blood from her body, she must feel ashamed and guilty of her origin."

"So you clearly have Stockholm Syndrome, Snape!" Edmund stared condescendingly at the cunning Death Eater, "My daughter supports the White Wizard, so I have every reason to doubt Your daughter's and your own position - have you betrayed the Dark Lord, Snape?" He glanced at his left arm, "and does he not see your lies, or is he waiting for an opportunity?"

Snape's expression didn't change, but he stood up abruptly, stared at Edmund coldly, with hatred in his eyes: "It seems that you, like I thought, refused to admit that your failure in the family was due to your own fault. : You think that time can erase your crimes, but this is impossible. Your marriage and your family are maintained by a contract. The two of you do not understand each other, do not love each other, have different personalities, and pursue different pursuits. But you have to live together reluctantly, live under the same roof, and share the destiny that may be destined to diverge from each other-you are a coward, you don't have the courage to repent, and you certainly don't deserve anyone's forgiveness! You Serve it right!"

Snape walked away angrily after saying the last sentence.Edmund heard the slamming of the door, and the black figure walked away angrily.

"Tata." Edmund sat down calmly, his hands trembling violently, and he ordered the house elf who was too scared to move in the corner, "Go and check everything, I want to seal this manor."

- 4 August - 23 Grimmauld Place

The cobwebbed ceiling was the first thing Pansy saw upon waking up on the damp, musty mattress, and she froze for a few seconds before remembering that she was now in 12 Grimmauld Place, not Slytherin's. bedroom.

The thick curtains blocked all the sunlight, and Pansy jumped out of bed and opened the curtains to look outside.There was no one in the square, only a tattered Muggle newspaper was blown around by the wind.

After a quick wash, she opened the door: "Brace?" However, there was silence in the corridor, and no one responded.Pansy frowned. "Brace?" she called again, but there was no response from the door.Pansy knocked on the door and pushed it in. However, the quilt on the bed was neatly folded, but Blaise was nowhere to be found.

She suddenly panicked.

"Brace!" Pansy rushed down the stairs to the kitchen, but there was nothing in there but a bouncing fire.She stared blankly at the empty kitchen for a moment, then grabbed her wand and planned to go out to find him—

But no sooner had she burst into the foyer than the door opened.Both Pansy and Blaise are taken aback by each other.

"Where have you been!" Pansy yelled, ignoring Mrs. Black's scolding behind her.

Blaise held up the paper bag and newspaper in his hand: "Food is not within Gamp's law of transformation, Pansy."

"You went out without a wand?" Pansy raised her eyebrows higher and higher, unmoved by the smell of pie from the paper bag.She crossed her arms in an interrogation stance, and Blaise decided never to tell her that she looked so much like Professor McGonagall at one point:

"But the wand is in your room." Blaise defended himself, "I don't want to go to your room early in the morning to get the wand—"

Pansy glanced at him extremely disgustingly: "Stop pretending to be a gentleman, Brace—"

"I mean, I'm afraid you'll cast a spell on me as if I were a Death Eater." Pansy's expression became more exciting, and Blaise cleverly avoided the topic, "Anyway, it's breakfast time now." He shook the paper bag in his hand and walked downstairs to the kitchen. Pansy asked angrily:

"Where did you get it? Diagon Alley?"

"I don't dare to go to Diagon Alley just like this. I got it from a wizard's house." Blaise said, meeting Pansy's eyes, he added in time, "I took advantage of the master to water the flowers and plants in the front yard." slipped into the water, but I left them two Galleons as compensation."

"Okay." Pansy said angrily, "Let's see what's in the news today." She took the newspaper and started to read it. After Blake's cooking in front of the stove for a while, he managed to get rid of it with the tea leaves that had been standing for a long time. A pot of hot tea:

"Any news?"

"No." Pansy closed the newspaper in disappointment, "Now the "Daily Prophet" is no longer credible, we have to find a new way to get news."

"What is 'unreliable'?"

"No meaningful content other than a bunch of bragging about the new Ministry of Magic policy - they don't even run news about Muggle deaths or wizard disappearances anymore." Pansy rolled up the newspaper and wanted to throw it into the fireplace , but Blaise blocks her:

"We have nothing else to do here than read the papers."

He really began to seriously study every report in the newspaper. After Pansy simply finished his breakfast with little interest, he decided to go upstairs to take a look: "I'll go to another room upstairs and call me if I need something."

Blaise buried himself in the newspaper and gave a perfunctory "hm", Pansy crept upstairs so as not to wake up Mrs. Black, who couldn't be provoked, and when she finally stood in front of the door, Pansy heard her own heartbeat:

Sirius Black's room.

She has long wanted to come here to find out.

If Sirius had known that people would break into his room and rummage with impunity after his death, he would have set fire to 12 Grimmauld Place before rushing to the Department of Mysteries.

Pansy knelt on the ground and sorted out the messy parchment and book pages one by one. It was obvious that more than one person had been here before her.The level of clutter in the house gave her little hope of finding anything of value.She closed the arranged book in her hand:

"Café Racer"

Published at the end of 1974, it appears that Blake's interest in motorcycles was not a whim.Pansy smoothed the footer and put the motorcycle manual aside with complicated emotions.The arrangement of the house clearly conveyed the master's study of Muggle culture, which reminded her very unpleasantly of Hyacinth.

There were no photographs in the room except the old one on the wall, and Pansy searched for a while, and finally found something that seemed to be under the chest of drawers.After spending a long time on the ground to take it out, she found that it was a piece of dirty parchment - full of cobwebs, dust and small holes bitten by insects or vixen.Pansy endured his disappointment and chanted a cleansing spell, but this didn't improve much, the parchment still looked tattered due to its age.But when Pansy turned it over, a surprise appeared——

On the front of the parchment is a portrait of Blake. Although the pencil marks have faded, it still does not hide the spirit of the person in the painting.

Pansy gasped, and she immediately understood the reason why Hyacinth couldn't forget Sirius.Ignoring all other factors and looking at looks alone, if someone had a relationship with Blake and was forced to separate, no matter who she was with afterward, there would be a feeling of "subordination".

"Pansy!" Blaise rushed into the door excitedly with something in his hand. When he saw the thing in her hand, he froze for a moment, "What is that?"

"A portrait." Pansy handed it to Blaise blankly, and seeing a strange look of surprise mixed with jealousy appeared on his face, she felt a little more balanced, "You should be glad you were born late 20 years."

Blaise ignored her. He turned the parchment over and over for a long time, and then he suddenly asked, "Who is HRW?"

"what?"

"HRW—there's a signature on the back of this." Blaise handed it back to Pencey.Sure enough, there was a small signature on the lower left corner of the back of the parchment, which Pansy didn't notice in time because it was too vague.

"That's not important." Pansy stared at it for a long time before looking away, "What are you looking for me for?"

"I found something, you have to listen to it!" Blaise came back to his senses, he knelt down next to her excitedly, and showed her a strange box in his hand, "I'm in the cabinet in the dining room Found this, was just trying to see if it would work, but it does! Lo and behold." He carefully turned the knob on the top layer of the box until it settled into a certain position—

"...we will celebrate for a minute the feat of lightning successfully hitting the ferret nest, but please don't forget that another little life has left us in this sudden accident, I hope everyone will always remember Our dear sock elf and what he has done for us. And as we have repeatedly said before, the basilisk - oh sorry, You-Know-Who - will pay dearly for it." A somewhat A familiar and energetic voice came out, "Due to time constraints, this broadcast ends here, and the next code word is 'Sorting Hat'."

There was a faint pain in Pansy's knee, but she didn't care: "What is this?"

"This is the radio."

"I mean, who's talking?" Pansy interrupted impatiently, her mind racing. "Wait a minute, they must be talking about something from the wizarding world, right? Who is Lightning?" Ferret - Merlin! They're talking about Potter escaping from Draco's house!"

"You finally guessed it." Blaise looked at her sympathetically, "I think this is an underground radio station set up by the Order of the Phoenix to deliver news about Potter and the Dark Lord in an unobtrusive way. "

"How did you find this thing?"

"I told you to read the newspaper carefully, Pansy." Blaise conjured up a page in front of her, the most boring advertisement page, but the first letter of each advertisement was circled, "If you correspond these letters to numbers one by one, you can write down today's date, a certain time, and a radio frequency." Seeing that Pansy was listening intently, he finished in one breath, "When I tuned the radio to the correct After the frequency, a voice came from inside, asking me to turn the frequency adjustment button again to enter the correct password—”

"How did you know the code?" Pansy asked impatiently. "It's in the paper, too?"

"No," Blaise admitted, "I mistyped the first name that came into my head 'Ron,' and whoever knew it just hit it right."

Pansy knelt on the ground and meditated for nearly 2 minutes, then suddenly screamed: "You are a fucking genius!"

"Excuse me," Blaise looked at her in disbelief, "did you swear just now?"

But Pansy was already hugging him tightly, and at one point Blaise felt like he was strangling: "Oh, thank you, Blaise..." she whispered against his shoulder, soaked in warm liquid Blaise's clothes, he suddenly felt uncomfortable.

"We'll be fine." He patted Pansy on the back awkwardly and hugged her harder.

The author has something to say:

Note:

1. [Stockholm Syndrome]: Hyacinth mentioned this Muggle term when she accused Edmund.

2. The problem with Edmund is that he never feels like he's doing anything wrong.On the contrary, Margaret had already admitted her mistake to Snape.

3. [caféracer]: A motorcycle culture that originated in the United Kingdom in the 50s.

4. [HRW]: Hyacinth's full name.

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