[HP] Butterfly Effect

Azkaban is located in the desolate waters of the North Sea. It has been buried by storms, thick fog and frost all year round. There is no trace of life. It is as lonely and gloomy as a mass grave. It eats up the good memories of everyone who comes in one bite at a time. The remaining black bones and numb body were eaten away by insects and ants.

Sirius still remembers the girl who stuffed chocolate under the door of his cell when he was tortured to the brink of death by dementors on the first day he came in.He didn't even know where she'd gotten them, but those weird chocolates had helped him get through his first night in jail.

There is no time here, and the laws of all things in the world cannot reach this prison. They are exiled on the sea, abandoned and forgotten by everyone, and finally turned into ashes and nourishment silently and thrown into the sea.

Every time after being tortured by a dementor, Sirius would think of the days of living in Black's house and the people he had to face every day.He hated those memories, so the dementors couldn't take them away, they could only let them swell and grow in Sirius' mind, like rotten branches from a plant that has been eaten by moths.

"When the glacier dies on the top of the mountain, the aurora disappears in the night sky, and the glory of the long summer sinks into the deep sea, you should put on black mourning clothes and wait to be buried." This is one of the family mottos of the Black family, which means that even if the pure blood The belief in the wizarding community has been impacted or even collapsed, and they will live and die with this belief.As long as there is a Black in the world, there will be pure-blooded faithful.

Sirius' answer to this was: "Then you must pray that I am not the last survivor, because I will crush them before anyone else."

Orion and Walburga were almost fainted by his words.It's a pity that their anger only intensified Sirius' apathetic rebellion and complacency.The more they forced Sirius to accept something, the more he resisted, and the fierce flames would spread and hurt everything around him.

Regulus is one of them.

At that time, he was five years old, and he was frightened by a boggart that Sirius somehow got, screaming and crying, and the heart-piercing cry could be heard throughout No.12, Grimmauld Place cry.

When Walburga rushed into the room in a panic, he saw Regulus curled up in a pile of light and thick quilts, like a water balloon that had been punctured, tears pouring out uncontrollably, almost Submerge himself.Sirius had never seen anyone cry so miserably, no matter how others coaxed Regulus to stop, Kreacher knelt on the ground and kowtowed until his forehead was broken, so he almost went with him Cried.

I really don't know what he saw.

Orion picked up Sirius and dragged him out without saying a word, but Regulus suddenly stopped crying, and looked at Sirius in his father's hand in a daze, rolling and crawling from He fell off the bed and grabbed his father's hand to make him stop being angry, tears and snot rubbed Sirius' head and face.

This family has always been full of wars, and Sirius has been used to maintaining a cold war confrontation with them most of the time, or fighting against the entire Black family alone.And Regulus was the only one who would help him, even though in Sirius' opinion, his younger brother was a bit too dull and weak.

It's a pity that this situation didn't last long, because Regulus later accepted the set of ideas instilled in him by his parents, but it was not so extreme.He became a Slytherin, a pure-blood believer, a follower of the Dark Lord, a calm, self-possessed, elegant and deep Black, whom Walburga doted on almost morbidly.

Sirius hated the stern Black tone on him and liked to irritate him with remarks he knew Regulus couldn't stand.

The little boy who would cry and follow him to tell him not to quarrel with his parents, finally grew into a shrewd, cold and taciturn wizard, who Sirius despised and hated the most.

Today, several years later, he finally left Azkaban, and one of the people who opened the door for him was Regulus.

"Long time no see, Sirius."

"Long time no see." Sirius squinted his eyes, looked at the person in front of him who looked quite similar to himself through the messy black hair hanging in front of his eyes, and grinned, his over-thin face was covered with mud stains, making him His expression looked ferocious and frightening, resembling some kind of ferocious dog, "So you're not dead yet."

"Aren't you the same?"

……

dusk.

Together with the owls, they flew from the clouds, poured down from the air, floated over the long table, and passed over the chairs and stools, like a heavy snowfall when the setting sun was strong, the warm orange light and the white at the edge of the paper complement each other .They were circulated among the children, tossed and twirled on the tabletops, and they read: "Cirius Black is acquitted, the real murderer, Peter Pedirou, will be imprisoned immediately in Azkaban. "

"Aurora, read this quickly." Vox ran in from outside the library with a copy of the Daily Prophet. "It's the news from Black, he's been released!"

Aurora quickly took the newspaper and opened it, and easily saw the news.The instantly recognizable people in the photo were Regulus and Remus, while the other ragged man took her a while to identify as Sirius.

It seemed that the years in Azkaban had nearly destroyed him, and he was nothing like the teenagers in Aurora's hazy recollections.

She quickly finished browsing the newspapers, grabbed her satchel, hurriedly hugged and said goodbye to her friends, and rushed back to the dormitory along the corridors of the castle.The excessive heat turned into a white mist that blurred her glasses, and Aurora wiped them with a handkerchief, and began to write a letter to Remus, who will be taken away by Vox's owl, Hastings.

After watching Hastings take off from the corridor, flapping his wings hard until he disappeared into a place where the skyline could no longer be seen, Aurora breathed a sigh of relief, and turned to go back to the dormitory to get the few books from Salazar. Return the books borrowed there.

She had just walked to the basement before turning into the area where Hufflepuff was, when she heard a clear female voice behind her.

Sur Garcia patted Aurora's shoulder reassuringly, and said in a gentle and charming tone, "Professor Snape asked you to go to his office, and go now." Her beauty could almost shine in the dark basement Perfect.

"I'll go right away."

Aurora quickly came to the door of the head Slytherin's office, knocked on the door and walked in.Before she could say hello, Snape spoke first.He looked down at the thesis in his hand, and read the content in a smooth and slow voice without any ups and downs: "The bibliography includes, origin, transformation, primary response."

Snape put down the stack of parchment in his hand, and looked sharply at the blond girl at the door: "I'm curious where you found these books, Miss Field. I have neither designated nor seen them, Feeling curious."

"I borrowed these books." Aurora replied.Standing at the door, she was shrouded in light, like a ray of light stranded on the black steps, she stood still for a short while, pushed in inch by inch, and stopped on the opposite side of Snape's desk.

"Where did you borrow it from?" He asked indifferently, looking at her with his chin raised slightly, this action made him look particularly aloof.

Since Snape had already asked, it meant he already had the answer, and cheating would not be a wise choice.But Aurora was a little surprised that he would notice the last few lines of the bibliography.Because she didn't feel how weirdly brilliant her last thesis was, she had mastered it.

"Mr. Slytherin."

"You went to his chamber?"

"Yes."

This result was exactly the same as what he had guessed. "Do you know what you're doing, Field." Snape's whole person is like the weather in England, always so gloomy and unpredictable, not always stormy, but definitely bright and warm, "What do you think about the Chamber of Secrets?" Do you really have a concept of what kind of creature is locked inside?"

He only entered the secret room once, and the experience was very bad. The overwhelming darkness and cold colors accumulated in it became a kind of absolute coldness and depression, which could make anyone with a weaker mental capacity feel numb just by standing inside. His face was pale.Not to mention the basilisk, which has lived for more than 1000 years, is guarding it loyally 24 hours a day.

Basilisks, on the other hand, are creatures unaffected by the natural tamer ability.

And those books, those Slytherin books.

The wizard's books are all magical, and generally the magic in books is beneficial and harmless. They only help readers relax when they feel tired, or keep the books intact and easy to read.But if it's a book about black magic, then the magical nature attached to the book is another concept entirely.

Otherwise, why would Hogwarts be divided into forbidden/book areas and non-forbidden/book areas?The more books that record the profound black magic, the more they will test that person's heart and endurance.Therefore, most of the dark wizards look so crazy and eerie, it is also because they have been in contact with these books too much, they have been seduced by those magics too deeply, there is no way to turn back, they can only fall forever, people are always too Easily seduced/tempted.

And the books related to black magic that were placed in the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets, no matter how you look at it, it is impossible to be much better than those in the forbidden/book area.Although it seemed that Aurora was not affected by those magics, that didn't mean that this kind of behavior should be let go.

"Because I went to the library and found that the few books related to the topic of the thesis were borrowed, Professor." Aurora explained, "so I thought maybe Mr. Slytherin would have one, I... ..."

Before she finished speaking, Snape waved his wand impatiently, and several thick and spacious books flew over from his bookshelf against the wall, and smashed viciously in front of Aurora, crushing all her words.She had no doubt that if they had hit her, they would have caused her to bleed internally.

"These few books are enough for your Defense Against the Dark Arts class this school year. By the way, I will give you some advice, Field." Snape walked around the desk and came to Aurora, "Books are the same as people. Some books You'd better not touch it for the rest of your life. Don't you think it's strange when you open them? Why go on looking at them?"

He was very close to Aurora, and the clear bitter potion smell on his body easily attracted her sense of smell, like roses in the drizzle, cold and fragrant, making Aurora wonder for a moment whether she was in a trap again In the strong smell of the love potion.

"No," she replied, seeing Snape's eyes narrowed inquiringly, "those books don't strike me as very strange. But I can see what you mean, a lot of books with dark magic will make people read I'll go mad. I'll give the book to Adala, and she'll give it back to Mr. Slytherin."

"No?" Snape repeated, and suddenly asked, "Then when you got that gentleman's diary for the first time, was there anything unusual?"

Aurora almost blurted out, but she suddenly remembered Salazar's words - "Your mental power is very special, not affected by my diary".

Because she is not from this world.

Thinking of this, she had no choice but to lie: "Yes. I was quite frightened by that diary that time." In fact, this is not a lie, she was indeed quite frightened.

Snape's expression changed, he remembered the scene where Dumbledore failed to use Inspirit on Aurora two years ago, and he had never been able to read her mind.Perhaps it was because of this that she was not affected by the spells of those black magic books.

Was that what the founder of Slytherin taught her?He was a little skeptical.

It seems that she has always been like this, with a bunch of inexplicable problems and mysteries on her body.Sometimes Snape felt that Aurora was easier to see through than a glass of water spilled on the ground, but sometimes he couldn't understand what was going on with this girl, such as her attitude towards him, and what was behind her. How many hidden secrets there are.

She is like a pool of clear and warm water, covered with white mist and boundless.

Before Snape could say anything, the fireplace in the office suddenly burst into flames, and the emerald green flames slowly gathered into a familiar head.Dumbledore's face appeared in the green fire, looking as if all his hair and beard had been set on fire: "Hope I didn't interrupt your conversation. Severus, can you bring Aurora over here?" "

"I will." Snape stared at Dumbledore in the fireplace from the corner of his eyes, the corners of his mouth were pursed and looked a little mean under the green light.

The burning Dumbledore smiled at Aurora and disappeared.

"What happened, Professor?" she asked.Snape was silent for a moment, motioning for her to Floo directly to the fireplace in the headmaster's office.

Dumbledore was feeding the phoenix when she arrived.Fox spotted Aurora first, and with a crisp and melodious cry, he flew over to peck the girl's face, and stood gracefully on the edge of the Pensieve.

Snape then came out of the fireplace as well.

"I think you've seen the news, haven't you?" Dumbledore said briskly, put down the food in his hand to feed Fox, walked to the Pensieve and raised his face at the Daily Prophet on the table.Aurora nodded: "I see."

"That's all right. But I've asked you today for something else, Aurora," said Dumbledore. "What do you think of Professor Slughorn? Do you like him?"

"Ah?" Aurora looked at the other party in a daze, not understanding why he suddenly asked this question.Dumbledore explained patiently: "Because he complained to me several times, you don't seem to want to participate in some interesting parties held by him. So I was wondering if you have any opinion on him. Take it easy, you Just treat it as chatting with me, and I guarantee that no fourth person will hear what you say."

"Oh... this." Aurora organized her words, "I don't think Professor Slughorn is bad, it's just that I didn't attend because..." She thought of an excuse, but she wanted to be in Slughorn. It was too difficult to say it with Pupp and Dumbledore watching at the same time.

"Because of his..." Aurora frowned, looking confused and determined, "he gave me the feeling that I couldn't be completely trusted. I mean, I do respect him, but sometimes what he says and what he does It made me feel like he couldn't be fully trusted."

It seems that in Slughorn's eyes, students are all stones, and those with talent and prominent family background are all kinds of precious jade jewelry, and he is the kind of fanatical treasure collector.No matter which jewel will shine in the eyes of the world in the future, his name will be mentioned and admired.

"Really?" Dumbledore smiled softly, "But I heard that he took good care of you in Potions class, because he believed that this subject would be of great help to your future life. In fact, this I agree, you can't avoid potions when you're dealing with magical creatures, whether it's for their safety or for your own."

"That's right." Aurora rubbed the tip of her nose, "Maybe Professor Slughorn is worried that if I don't learn how to make potions well now, I will die young in the future." In fact, it's not just Slughorn, New York Te was so worried about her.

Dumbledore was amused by her words: "You will not die young, I believe." "Thank you for your comfort, I will work hard." Aurora said sincerely, and Dumbledore laughed again Yes, it seems that she thinks her words are particularly interesting.

At this time, Dumbledore suddenly asked very quickly: "Then do you trust Severus? I know that many children are afraid of him and like to be close to Horace. You seem to be different."

"Dumbledore." Snape called the other person's name ghastly, but Dumbledore didn't seem to hear it at all, and just looked at Aurora with a gentle expression that was difficult to see through.

Aurora nodded without much hesitation. She knew that no matter what she said, the other party would see it, so she simply admitted: "Yes, I believe in Professor Snape."

Snape said nothing with a blank expression.Dumbledore didn't ask any more questions, and just used his wand to pull out a glass test tube containing some bright silver-white things from the cabinet: "I want to show you something first, Aurora, come here."

This was the first time Aurora entered the Pensieve to see a memory that did not belong to her.

She saw Professor Slughorn and a very handsome black-haired boy talking about Horcruxes in the room.To be honest, among all the people Aurora has met, except for Sirius, this boy is the most beautiful.There was a ring on the boy's hand, and the shape of the black gem was very familiar. Aurora thought she had seen this gem somewhere.

The room was suddenly filled with fog, making it impossible to see anything, and she heard only Slughorn angrily dismissing him and warning him not to ask any more questions about Horcruxes.

The scene twisted and changed, and all the pictures scattered and reorganized like ink dripping into the water.

Aurora saw her father, Edmund, standing in the heavy rain, his reddish-brown hair disheveled against his pale skin.The tie around his neck was made for him by Marianne herself, and it is still in their home in Plymouth. Aurora only dug it out during the summer vacation.

Edmund seemed to be waiting for someone, Aurora walked over and stood beside him, and saw that the person who opened the door was also Slughorn.

"Professor, I'm sorry to disturb you." Emond said wearily and politely, "I'm here because of a very important matter..."

They argued quickly, and Aurora couldn't keep up with their rhythm at all, and she could only hear that the conversation was related to a terrible conjecture her father had about the Dark Lord, and the rest was Slughorn's constant chatter. deny.Before they could negotiate a result, another witch suddenly appeared next to Edmund with apparition. She, like Vaux, had a pair of shining and charming golden brown eyes: "Emond, Sirius and Leigh... James and the others are being targeted. We have to hurry over there, there are too many people coming from the Death Eaters!"

"That's all for today, Professor. I'll visit you another day. Claudia, let's go." Emond said, and disappeared into the air with Claudia.

Then, Slughorn, the witch named Claudia, and many others participated in Emond's hunt.

Thick black smoke billowed out from a distance like a tide, they swallowed up all the light, and they were so vast that there was no limit, as if the sky had collapsed and the color of the day had faded.The memory began to fluctuate in chaos, Aurora watched many people running and fleeing, and some people started to fight.

Standing in the front were Sirius and Remus, and a very beautiful red-haired woman with a determined face and green eyes with burning fire.

Lily Potter.Aurora knew her, Remus had told her a lot.

"You guys came just in time." Sirius pointed his wand at one of the women with long black curly hair and a very seductive smile, his tone sounded frighteningly crazy, "Where's Snape? That damned snot Why don't you dare to come?!"

"Hahahahahaha..." The black-haired woman smashed the Ravenclaw flag hanging on the top of the flowers with a magic spell, her laughter was so ear-piercing that she proclaimed to everyone triumphantly as she stepped on the pieces of dark blue cloth, " I killed Edmund Field—I killed Edmund Field! Hahaha—!”

"Shut up, Bellatrix!" Sirius snarled fiercely at her, and the scarlet magic beam hit her.

But the angrier Sirius got, the more excited Bellatrix seemed to be.She said it in a brutal way, dragging it out like a song.

She killed Edmond Field.

Aurora broke free from the Pensieve, stared at Dumbledore with wide eyes, trembling all over, her face was frighteningly pale, and staggered back: "Bellatrix, it's her! It's her Kill my father! I saw it!"

Snape reached out and pushed her to the chair next to him, looking up at Dumbledore with deep eyes.He knew what the other party meant by doing this. Sirius was out of prison, and Aurora would soon know that he had been at the death scene of Edmund Field.

In addition, the relationship between Sirius and him has always been incompatible, no matter whether it is Snape or Bellatrix who was the last person to attack, Sirius will not forgive.Instead of waiting for Sirius to tell Aurora about this from a one-sided perspective, it is better to let her know the final real result.

In this way, no matter what Sirius said again, Aurora would no longer question Dumbledore's trust in him, nor would he refuse to agree to what Dumbledore was going to say next because of this questioning, but instead, because he knew that Aurora The truth about Mond's death makes him more willing to do this.

From the perspective of the survival and safety of the entire wizard community, this white wizard is undoubtedly great, but from some perspectives, he is also quite terrifying.

After noticing that Aurora's mood had stabilized a bit, Dumbledore nodded and swung his wand to make a cup of milk tea on the table float in front of Aurora: "It's true that she did it. Your father is amazing, Aurora. It can be said that he and Regulus realized that Voldemort was making Horcruxes at about the same time. This is what Regulus told me after recovering his memory. The two of them had a brief contact. Unfortunately, your father’s The speculation has not had time to be confirmed by him personally."

"Horcrux..." Aurora chanted this unfamiliar word, and could feel a kind of cold gloom seeping out from those syllables, "What the hell is that?"

"It's a kind of container, used to carry a person's soul fragments. As long as the Horcrux is still there, that person will always have the possibility of resurrection. It is a very terrible and powerful black magic, which can attach soul fragments to On any object," Dumbledore replied succinctly.

"Soul..." Aurora's hand holding the teacup stiffened, "Then, that diary of Mr. Slytherin is actually... a Horcrux?" "That's right," Snape said.

"But of course, what kind of effect the Horcrux will have depends on the producer's idea." Dumbledore said, and suddenly asked, "I think you just saw that Sirius mentioned Severus name."

Snape withdrew his hand on Aurora's chair, looking frozen like a stone statue.

Aurora was silent for a while, and there was no sound in the principal's room.This kind of silence was catalyzed into a substantive pressure under the effect of time. Snape looked at her expressionlessly, his dark eyes mechanically reflected the brilliant color of the other's long hair, as if being torn There was a gap in the black abyss, and the light behind it surged out.

"Yes, I heard it." Aurora's tone became a little foggy, unable to grasp the truth, "I know that Professor Snape used to be..." When she said this, she froze for a moment, looked up Glancing at Snape and then at Dumbledore, he seemed to have finally realized why Dumbledore asked this question, "But during that Ministry of Magic trial, what you said was..."

"We said then that Severus wasn't there, yes."

Snape watched her turn around slowly, her slender hand could no longer hold the cup, and his slightly out-of-focus warm brown eyes met his directly: "Actually, you were there ,Right?"

Her voice is as thin as Xia Chan's newborn wings, which are too light to withstand a speck of dust and will shatter at any time.

As long as he says no.Aurora looked up at Snape, her heart beating so silently that it almost stopped.As long as he said a word of denial, she would believe it.

Instead he replied: "Yes, I was there."

His expression was indifferent and empty, without the slightest arc of expression.

The teacup in Aurora's hand slipped down and shattered on the floor, and the light brown milk tea splashed and scattered like tears all over the floor.

Snape suddenly felt a lot more relaxed, and there was a vicious voice in his heart that kept sneering, urging the girl in front of him to say what he wanted to hear a long time ago.

— "You're not just a Death Eater, you're a bloody murderer."

Yes, it's me.

——"You lied to me, you lied to everyone, you are a dirty, disgusting liar."

Yes, it's me.

——"Why are you still alive, why haven't you gone to Azkaban, you are the one who should be imprisoned and sentenced to death."

"But." Aurora lowered her head, her pale blond hair hanging down her wet hands, and said dreamily, "Bellatrix is ​​the murderer, not you."

"Yes..." Snape suddenly realized that what the other party said was different from anything he had thought about in the middle of speaking.

What the hell is she talking about? !

Snape was so calm that his cold mask was a little cracked, and behind the spontaneous anger was a clear and deep weak moan.He really wanted to get out of here now, and it was none of his business how the old bee would fly around and make sensational speeches.

"Yes." Dumbledore didn't seem surprised by Aurora's reaction, "As you know. People change, at least I believe in Severus."

There was another silence, and the long night outside the window shrouded irresistibly, heavy darkness covered the sky and every inch of the ground.

"He didn't hurt me. In fact, he had many opportunities, many, many opportunities." Aurora said, looking up at Dumbledore again, "Yes, I believe him too."

A very small sound suddenly appeared in Snape's hearing.

That was the most difficult time when I was a child, Spider's End Lane was wrapped in heavy winter snow, and my home was turned into a cold tomb.Irene hugged the young him, and the sound of faint bright sparks came out from her fingertips.

Irene said, this is the sound of winter coming to an end and spring coming.

It is the voice of hope.

The author has something to say:

Dumbledore will teach you how to control the overall situation step by step, that is, strike first! ! !

Today's BGM is very nice, and it's even better with food.

I went to lie in the corpse, and I coded for a day, and my eyes and hands were useless.