[HP] Neko who disappeared

"Since when have you been scolded as a family scum? After entering school?"

"more or less."

Irina's expression made me uncomfortable, or rather, I've never seen her like this.

She has always been calm and self-possessed, with a smile on her face all the time, and her gentleness and casualness make people feel that she is a very typical Hufflepuff-of course, doing exercises does not count.I have always liked Irina very much, or rather admired her.

She has a mixed feeling of mother and sister to me. She will urge me to study, joke with me, tell me what to do and what not to do, and complain to me that the professor has too much homework.Her patron saint is very warm and forced me to call that weasel Huang Daxian.But it was true that the weasel suited her well, cunning and lovable.

But I've never seen her like this.

With a gray breath, with a kind of decadence and despair emanating from the depths of my heart.

"That means it starts at the age of 11, so you are a little later than me. Excuse me, can I change my position?"

I looked at Sirius and nodded, and then saw her take off her shoes, curled up into a ball with her arms around her legs, her head resting on her knees, looking restless and irritable.Mr. Ronnie next to him obediently didn't jump on it, but fell asleep lying on the edge of the sofa.

"You should have been fine before."

"indeed."

Then they fell into an atmosphere of silence again, but this atmosphere of silence was something I could understand.

I glanced at Sirius, then moved to Irina's side under his acquiescence, sat next to her, and lowered my voice a lot: "Irina..."

This sound has no special meaning, I just want to call her.

"Happiness is mostly alike, but misfortune is different."

She looked at me with bright brown eyes and smiled. I always felt that my eyes were very similar to hers, the kind that could tell at a glance that we were related by blood.

"Harry, you were treated with indifference by the Dursleys, not cruel but with cold violence; Sirius was called a traitor and disgrace to the family because he went to Gryffindor, a shameless scum ; then, I am about the same."

I gasped, and then I felt Sirius' gloomy gaze: "What does it mean?"

"It's almost like pervert, slut, freak, brain disease, [-] and other titles, just carried out my ordinary elementary school days."

I looked at Irina who was smiling. Her smile was definitely not the kind of warm smile I used to see, but a sneer with sarcasm and sarcasm.

"It's only four years, which is about as long as you. You ran out of the house and I left this terrible place."

Irina changed her posture, but she still curled up: "So I said, you can still come back here, you are really a tolerant person."

"Aren't you the same?"

Sirius's sitting posture is very casual, so casual that I feel that he doesn't care about this place at all: "There is only one Black left, this place is mine no matter what."

"You haven't sold this place yet. If I have a choice, I choose to blow it up."

I never knew Irina's past, or rather, everything she showed made it hard for me to imagine her past experience like this.When I was about to speak, I saw her raise her hand: "Do you want to hear it? I see Harry, you seem to want to hear it?"

"You said before that happiness is probably the same, but now I think that misfortune is probably the same."

"No, that's not the same."

I saw a smug expression on Irina's face that I wish she didn't have, and she looked morbidly smug: "I'm the one who's afraid of even Boggarts, Sirius, if you meet Boggarts, Te, what will you see? Is it Harry's death, Professor Lupine's death, or something else? Everyone has something to fear, but I scoff at death."

"You must know that when I was 11 years old, I witnessed death with my own eyes."

When I saw Irina's smile, I felt a little fear in my heart: "Irina, don't..."

"Besides, it was my own death."

On her face was an indifference to life and death, and a casual attitude towards life. The only positive emotion that could be said was an apology to me.

"I stood on the top of the building, and when I looked down I saw my own twisted corpse. She leaped down, with a joy and happiness I knew so well, hatred and curse, from where I stood, The body is contorted, with a little smile on its face."

I listened to her narration, as if I was meeting her for the first time, touching the past she never wanted to tell: "I think at that time, I saw my death about ten seconds later."

"When you see your own death, what do you think?"

"I don't have any ideas, and what stops me is not the future I see, but because I was a step slower, so I just waited for an owl."

owl……

I wondered what that meant, that it meant hope from the wizarding world.At this time, Sirius' expression became calmer, and the original hostility disappeared: "Very lucky."

"Who said it wasn't."

"Your situation is much worse than mine. It's not easy to become like this."

There was a little more admiration in Sirius' voice, and I saw Irina finally had a familiar smile on her face. Her hair was hanging down, and she hooked it behind her ears with her hands. For a moment, it looked extraordinarily quiet and beautiful: "Yes, thank you."

"No thanks."

There was a little more discomfort in Sirius' voice, and I smiled helplessly.Irina is an aesthetic enlightenment for me. Although I only had a little awareness of the opposite sex when I was in the third grade, I knew that she was beautiful.

Blood brings me close to her, and at the same time makes me think that the most beautiful movement of a girl is when she hooks her hair behind her ears.Because Irina is so beautiful and confident when she makes it, it gives me a feeling that she knows everything and is calm.

She is very calm now, not the kind of calm of a pool of stagnant water, but still peaceful and peaceful despite being in the midst of violent wind and waves.This feeling is also a sense of security for me, which is very strange and very interesting.

"It's amazing that your mother can remind me of that bad thing."

"Perhaps I should say thank you for the compliment?"

"Oh come on Sirius, you don't say thank you in this situation."

My tone was intentionally whining, and it quickly got both of them laughing.Irina was still curled up, but it was obvious that she didn't have the tense attitude just now to gain a sense of security: "What do you want to eat? My cooking is pretty good."

"Really? That's nice."

"So you invited me because the elf in the house is disobedient and needs a cook?"

She finally laughed without a trace of haze, then put on her slippers and stood up.There happened to be an apron hanging in the kitchen, so she put it on casually, and then began to count the dishes.

"What do you want to do?"

"Look what's doing...so nothing but challah potato siris? Oh, pasta."

I saw Sirius follow him, and jumped off the sofa with him. When I was standing at the kitchen door, Irina pointed her nose directly with a large spoon.

"Irina! How can you drive me away, I also practiced cooking at the Dursleys' house!"

"Then you can cook eggs later."

"it is good!"

"Sirius."

She moved the large spoon from my nose to Sirius's nose with a slash visible to the naked eye, and the smiles on the faces of the two of them made me, who was a bit excited, instantly feel revenge.

But my protest was invalid.

"It will only drag you down, get out quickly."

"I won't hold back..."

"Oh? Then you come and peel the tomatoes."

"The tomatoes need to be peeled!"

"Then get out!"

Well, I feel like this kind of revenge is not bad.

Sneaking into the kitchen to help Irina peel the potatoes, I secretly glanced back at the godfather who was sitting at the dining table dejectedly, and showed a smiling face: "Irina, did you do it on purpose?"

"I did it on purpose, and you stop talking, your voice hurts my ears after you changed it."

Come on!This is revenge!

The author has something to say:

This chapter is Harry's perspective, I think everyone should see it

And Irina's past is almost like this, I won't write or mention it in this pit