After the initial dangerous period is over, children can always grow as fast as a balloon as long as they have enough material, just like the Malfoy family's little son, a tiny baby, the cute little Scorpius, He couldn't open his eyes a few months ago, but now he can try to roll over in the soft blanket, or follow the small toys on the cradle to turn his big round eyes around and reach out to play with them.
He is only a few months old, but he is already chubby. His gray-blue eyes and blond hair are exactly the same as his brother. He is a child as cute as an angel. Even people like his father will temporarily put aside their worries when they see him. Give this little one a good hug and some petting.
The sunshine at noon was still okay. Narcissa fed Scorpius some sweet honey water and rocked him in the garden for a while. Then she put him to sleep, put him back in the cradle, and instructed the house elves to be careful. She kept an eye on the child and used the fireplace in the next room to go to No. 12 Grimmauld Place - today was the scheduled visiting time and she had to be in a hurry. Lucius did not allow her to ask about Draco all the time because he felt that this son 'You won't learn the lesson if you don't learn the lesson'.
The green fire flashed past, and Narcissa immediately stepped out of the fireplace and stepped on the floor of her ancestral home. Kreacher also appeared with a bang, bowing to her diligently and eagerly: "Miss Cisy! Master! Waiting for you in his study!"
Narcissa nodded hurriedly and asked the house elf eagerly: "Where is Draco? Has he had lunch? Is his schedule normal? Where does Sirius usually take him?"
Kreacher's eyes immediately filled with tears.
"Kreacher prepares rich and decent food for little master Draco every day, and prepares a soft bed and a comfortable room for him, but the little master is not at home every day, nor can he have a good sleep every day - And the master took him to a place where Kreacher was not allowed to follow him," the old elf said with tears in his eyes, ashamed, "The master did not allow Kreacher to pry for information. Kreacher should put his head in the oven, Kreacher can't do anything for him. Poor Miss Cisy offers help…”
"Okay, okay, Kreacher." Narcissa interrupted, and then the mistress of the Malfoy family lifted up her long skirt and strode towards Sirius' room - almost without any etiquette. - strode away.
She was almost surprised when she opened the door to the study. After Sirius left Azkaban, she almost fed him with all her strength, and then told Kreacher to feed him with all his strength. Then Sirius himself felt that the child They ate very deliciously, so he himself had a great appetite... so his body had gradually become fuller and stronger, but now, all the meat that had grown back was gone.
Sirius Black once again regained his haggard, thin, and distressing figure, with two big dark circles on his face. He was like a sculpture, with his hands on the table, which was covered with messy documents; his eyes were like daggers, cutting into every word, but his complexion was very ugly.
"...Sirius." Narcissa, who had originally planned to ask about her son's condition immediately, couldn't help but stop when she saw Sirius like this and lowered her voice, "How long...have you not rested?"
She almost didn't dare to look at her cousin's haggard appearance, but she had already expected this situation. Everyone knows that the only son of an old friend is Sirius Black's cherished treasure.
"Draco is in his room," Sirius said without answering his sister's question, "I knocked him unconscious and carried him back - the brat was disobedient, and Charles said he should have a good sleep for a few days. past."
"How's the progress?" Narcissa breathed a sigh of relief, put her hands in front of her body, and asked with concern, "Have you found any trace of the child?"
Sirius finally raised his head this time, looked at his sister for a while without meaning, sneered, and then fell down into the huge armchair.
"Thank you, cissy," he said coldly, "thank you as a family for still caring about him."
Narcissa couldn't help but glare at him.
"What an offensive statement!" She took a step forward and raised her voice, "You know I am not hypocritical about that child, Sirius! He is your godson, Draco's best friend, he also saved me and helped Draco, I look at him like I’m looking at my nephew!”
"I'm sorry, Cissy," Sirius said, "I believe you are sincere, I just," he sneered, "don't believe your husband."
The man stood up and looked around. This was indeed his home, but it rarely felt like home. This made him feel completely unmoved, and he even just wanted to sneer.
"Go and see your son, Cissy," Sirius ignored his sister's choked expression and waved his hand, "I know you are in trouble, don't worry, I don't know why he finally recognized his father's true identity and walked up to This kid has followed my old ways and has a strict mouth - but he is a pretty good kid, he is my nephew, and I am taking him with me."
Speaking of 'my old way', it sounded a bit like schadenfreude, but Sirius couldn't laugh at the moment, and neither could Narcissa. The woman's lips moved, but in the end she gave her cousin a worried look, then turned around and went to the room where her son was.
"I can't believe that after so many years, Snape is actually a human being," she also heard what the man said as if he was telling her, "At least he really wants Harry to live and live well."
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The new Francis Bagshot may seem friendly, but he is actually a rather quiet man.
Regulus thought he was a more lively person, because on the train, he enthusiastically entertained everyone for afternoon tea. It was not obvious at all that he was a new student who needed to act cautiously. He was sincere, approachable, and even talkative. I was able to chat with a Muggle-born Gryffindor girl without ever crossing the bottom line of that aloof senior Snape——
——But later, Regulus discovered that liveliness did not prevent him from having the stability that every pureblood should have: for example, a new student should not be arrogant or wanton, and Francis Bagshot started from taking off the sorting hat. He followed the rules from the moment he entered. He seemed to have already inquired about the college he should enter and had seen all the rules of conduct. From the time he sat down to bed, he was impeccable. He was not overly arrogant but also reserved and calm, even cautious. Unlike a noble of high birth, he is afraid of stepping on any line.
But it wasn't until he became a roommate with this man that Regulus discovered that he had a completely different side to him on the train.
Francis Bagshot was quiet, very quiet. His skilled silent magic allowed him to gather and pack his luggage without making a noise. When he finished washing, he was not in a hurry to talk to Regulus. Instead, he took out his book and sat on the bed. I read silently under the light, and the occasional sound was nothing more than the rustle of a quill on paper. I didn't have any indecent problems with sleeping—perhaps there was a silencing spell—but the bed curtains were tightly drawn.
Regulus thought that this would be a person who could properly show off his abilities. It turned out that a silent spell was enough for Francis Bagshot to stand out. However, throughout the night, the blond German transfer student was as quiet as a chicken.
Doesn't he want to quickly establish a foothold in Slytherin and gain power? Regulus asked himself, if it were him, with powerful magic and superb skills, he would inevitably be complacent and show that he was superior to others.
——What he didn’t know was that Harry was finally liberated.
For the sake of safety, dumbledore only kept the boy in his principal's office at first, arranged a comfortable small room for him, and allowed him to move around in a small area. Of course, there were bed curtains thoughtfully prepared by the old principal, but Harry didn't dare to expose his true appearance there and was always on tenterhooks. You know, Aunt Raven's ability is not omnipotent. Once he loses consciousness, his head and his whole body will change back.
The student dormitory is different. As long as you use the magic spell well, it is basically safe - and Sirius has told the story of regulus. It sounds like this young uncle is not someone who holds a candle and pulls open the curtains of other people's beds in the middle of the night to peek. abnormal.
"I can have a good sleep today." Enclosing himself in a safe space, Harry easily fell onto the soft pillow and quickly let himself fall into a drowsy state.
Night had come and he just wanted to have a good dream.
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Maybe it was because this was the first peaceful sleep in many days, and he really had sweet dreams, not so good dreams.
hazy. This is a fuzzy feeling, like sinking and floating in warm water, and the scenery in front of you is as blurry as a mirror image.
But Harry's consciousness has never been so clear. He means that he can recognize himself in this dream, who he is, how he feels, what he sees, and how he controls himself. He looked around, walking in the darkness without lights or sunlight. Although the space was dark, it was unexpectedly not that cold, and he was not lost. There was a feeling in the dark, telling his consciousness, his soul Whichever direction he should go, he kept walking forward with his bare feet and pajamas on.
Until he saw Draco.
It's Draco.
Compared to what he remembered, Draco had lost all energy and vitality, hugging his knees on the ground like a sculpture.
The silence was unbelievable.
Harry held his breath almost instantly, couldn't help but walked forward, knelt down, and looked at Draco carefully, unwilling to blink - he hadn't seen Draco for a long time.
He missed his friends very much.
In this era, he could see his father, uncle Erik, father, mother, and even Snape, but only his friends had completely disappeared - they were not born yet.
Harry looked at his friend. In the dream, Draco closed his eyes tightly, his face became paler, and his platinum-blonde hair was no longer neat and smooth. The slicked back hair that he used to comb back in England was gone again, and the exposed forehead was not cute at all, because that expression was like Most of the stone statues are depressed, joyless and full of troubles. He looked like he was sleeping and breathing steadily, but this posture, this expression, everything about Draco startled Harry.
"Oh my God," Harry moved closer to him. In shock, he stared at the statue-like Draco without blinking. His voice couldn't help but become softer, and he carefully held back his breath. , leaving only a voice that was almost a whisper, "...Draco?"
The statue boy trembled, but immediately opened his eyes, the gray-blue eyes reflecting Harry's shadow like glass. He woke up almost immediately, and his expression was really scary. Harry's heart skipped a beat and he almost lost his balance.
But he couldn't fall to the ground, because immediately, a hand tightly clamped his arm like a pair of pliers clamping a screw.
——And at that moment, the hazy feeling like a mirror image and ripples on the water surface immediately shattered. The picture and senses immediately became clearer, which almost confused Harry because it was not in line with his usual dreaming standards.
"...Draco?" Harry shouted tentatively. He did not withdraw his hand, but moved forward and gently touched his friend's bloodless face. Even in a dream, this was too heart-wrenching. This was What a malnourished, under-rested face, "Draco, you look terrible."
Well, also, this Draco is extraordinarily...honest.
Harry thought, if it was the real Draco, he would definitely yell at me, "Harry Xavier, where have you been, you idiot, all this time?" instead of looking at me motionless like this.
Yes, this Draco is exceptionally silent. He looked at Harry and held him tightly. His pale face was like a dead person coming back to life. Gradually it became reddish, his lips also gained color, and his eyes truly caught the target, full of blood. It contained Harry's shadow.
"...harry."
He looked at Harry the same way Harry looked at him just now, without blinking for a long time, and just murmured a name.
My heart must have been stabbed, hard. Harry could barely restrain himself from reaching out and hugging his friend. Otherwise, why would I still feel so uncomfortable in my dream?
Dreaming about a good friend should have been a sweet dream, but Draco was sad, and Harry felt sad when he looked at him.
In our era, you must eat well and sleep well.
Harry hugged him and thought. He was almost shocked that Draco had lost so much weight. At the same time, he was glad that this was a dream, but he was also troubled that he could only tell himself, "I want to see a better you next time I dream."
"I want to be better," Draco said almost with his breath. He was so weak that he wanted to break. Harry felt anxious just hearing this voice. "But I don't know where you are, Harry. I can't find you. I'll You lost it. I can't find you."
My heart is breaking. Harry thought.
It turns out this is what they mean by heartbreak. No need to yell, no need to feel anger, no need to feel failure... Just a word, and once you meet, you will feel out of breath, and your eyes will start to get sore. It was as if something that I had carefully cared for had been thrown to the ground and trampled to pieces. It was annoying and distressing, but I couldn't do anything.
Just a dream, just a dream. Harry hugged Draco tightly, trying to convey his presence to him. Draco may not have become like this.
Fortunately, they were more than ten years apart in reality, but Harry could still see him in his dreams.
"I'm here, I'm fine," Harry said to Draco and himself. He smiled, raised Draco's head, rubbed his face with both hands, and found this face distressed. Not so mellow, "I have someone to take care of me. I met my father and my mother. My mother likes me very much... Although I can't see you yet, but... I take good care of myself."
He looked at Draco without blinking, and the words couldn't help but come out of his mouth and out of his mind: "I miss you, very much."
Draco's response was to hold him tighter.
"Why do you always have all these troubles?" He struggled to squeeze out his voice from his throat, squeezing out tears as well, "Why can you still leave after everything is like this..."
Harry could feel that he was trembling. His emotions sounded blank, but there was real annoyance:
"...Why didn't that time turner take me away with it? I don't even know how many times it... turned."
This dream is too real.
Harry couldn't say anything anymore. This feeling weighed heavily on his chest, and the joy of dreaming about Draco disappeared.
Would you do this? Is this what you have become in our time? Are you like this my fantasy or a wizard's omen dream?
"...Um, well, you look terrible," Harry tried to change the subject, "The dark circles under your eyes look like they were painted on."
Draco stared at him blankly for a few seconds, and then suddenly sneered. This expression made him feel alive again.
"Then come and scold me, stare at me," the boy said almost arrogantly, "watch me sleeping next to my bed, eat at the same table with me...instead of throwing something you don't know where... ...Otherwise I will starve myself to death and exhaust myself to death..."
"Don't be sad, Draco, please, don't do this," Harry quickly grabbed Draco's hand, clasped their fingers together, and comforted him with his own smile, pretending it was a funny joke, "How old are you? You will let me do this. Worried - how can I travel through eighteen years to tell you to eat well and sleep well? Take care of yourself, Draco, you really have to take care of yourself..."
Because I can't travel through time and space, go back and see you!
Swallowing these words painfully, Harry thought of another question almost desperately. Issues that cannot be ignored, but are forced to ignore by him from time to time.
——Can I really still go home?
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Regulus is a self-disciplined person. Like most nobles, he occasionally snoozes, but he can get up very early when he needs to go out because he needs enough time to take care of himself appropriately.
He looked at the time and then at the four-poster bed next to him. Considering that this roommate was not annoying, he decided to help Francis adjust to the time difference so as to avoid being late for the transfer student on the first day and causing a bad reputation.
"Bagshot..." he tried to shout, "I think it's time for you to get up at this time."
There was no reply from the bed tent for about three seconds, but three seconds later the sound came from elsewhere.
"…Thank you, regulus."
Regulus turned to the back of the bed with some confusion, only to find that the other party was no longer in the bed tent, but was sitting on the edge of the bed looking at the bottom of the dark black lake.
"You got up so early," Regulus said first, then frowned, and then pretended that he didn't see anything. But after he cleaned himself up and sorted out his books and stationery, he still couldn't help it. He leaned over and asked softly, "...What's wrong with you, Bagshot?"
This beautiful blond boy looked out the window persistently at the depths of the black lake. The half of his face exposed was enough to see the red circles under his eyes.
"Thank you for your concern, but there's just one thing..." He saw Frances turning his head, and there was still a smile on that beautiful face, a nice smile, "...I've been here for so long, I feel a little homesick."
Maybe it was an illusion, but when he said this, Regulus found that his gray-blue eyes looked green for some reason - but when Harry turned his head from the window, he could see his eyes clearly again. Yes, it's still gray-blue.
Very strange person. Regulus thought. His facial features look difficult to get along with, but his words and expressions make people unable to harden their hearts and treat him coldly.
Or, maybe I'm just not reserved and arrogant enough, like Sirius, who is completely cold-blooded towards someone he doesn't care about. He couldn't help but have such thoughts in his heart.
"...I also missed home at first." Regulus said softly and slowly, "Everyone is like this."
Harry deepened his smile and winked at his young uncle.
"Thank you," he said, "you're right."
Harry left the window, and Regulus noticed that the other person had not yet changed out of his pajamas.
"If you are willing to wait a moment," Harry waved his wand and took the clothes from the cabinet. He smiled easily. Although his eye circles were still red, he said naturally and easily, "Can we go to the lobby together? ?”
Maybe I really don't hate him.
Regulus couldn't help but think so when he nodded to his roommate.
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James stared at his seat and ate the delicious omelettes, toast, and sausages on the table. He is still the seeker of the Quidditch team this semester, and he started training early, which makes him very easy to get hungry, and he wants to fill up after eating - boys of this age always grow up very quickly. , grows taller quickly like a sapling; and if there is insufficient nutrition during this period, the body will automatically take the nutrients for horizontal development to high levels, and it will easily become a fine linen stalk.
Sirius was sitting next to him, also eating and drinking. Opposite them were Lupin and Pettigrew, discussing yesterday's paper and so on. Suddenly, James looked up, raised his eyebrows, and bumped Sirius, "Hey, look, Padfoot, it's your brother, and that little Francis!"
Sirius frowned in disgust: "Why do you have to call that German guy 'Little Francis'? He's so disgusting, as if he's only three years old."
"He's younger than us," James said matter-of-factly, "and he's not annoying."
"I think he's quite annoying." Sirius sneered, "I know what Germans are like."
Having said that, he still glanced at it in passing.
"Oh," he said, "it seems like they're getting along very well - I heard Regulus has been living alone, and now it seems he has a companion, the kind he likes, a pureblood, a standard one. "
The Slytherin table was not far away. It was rare that the youngest son of the Black family and the new transfer student were chatting quietly while sitting down. Although they were not sitting next to each other, they still walked together after they finished eating. They left while chatting in a low voice. On the way, they met Lily who was also coming out of the hall. The four Gryffindor boys could see that the transfer student continued to chat and laugh with the girl, and Regulus did not make a rude expression. and actions.
"This makes me more interested in him," James said, stroking his chin. "He really has a lot of skills - your brother is not that easy to get along with, right?"
Sirius next to him snorted, slamming his fork onto the plate.
"As long as it's someone he doesn't dislike," he said, "he can be easy to get along with."
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Narcissa was so frightened that she almost fell down before she could barely see the scene inside the door.
Her son, her son who had run away from home, who was supposed to be sleeping, suddenly rushed out of the room, leaving behind more than ten years of upbringing, and yelled.
"I know the exact time!" Draco ran wildly, shouting, almost yelling while letting tears fall, "I know where he is, he is in the past, he was eighteen years ago, he was there, I saw him! I’m going to find him, I’m going to find him!” 166 Reading Network
