[HP] Dark Fairy Tale

After a comprehensive examination in several departments, Sirius finally breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly asked the blond wizard named Daniel David to take him to visit those old acquaintances.

Daniel responded with a low eyebrow, "You don't have to be so polite, Mr. Black."

Under all kinds of gazes, they walked through the long and narrow stairs, all the way to the fifth floor of St. Mungo's. Compared with the cramped wards and noisy atmosphere of other departments, a large area inside the Department of Spells and Injuries was deliberately isolated, spacious and quiet. It's like another building.

As soon as he entered the door, Sirius saw a patient who seemed to have been guarding the door for a long time.

She was wearing a soft and comfortable robe, her tarnished golden hair was meticulously groomed, and she looked like a well-behaved and docile child sitting blankly on the small round sofa.

At this time, the witch was holding a large colorful box and staring at the entrance. When she saw someone pushing the door, she blinked slowly.

"Sir, have you ever seen a little boy with a round face?" The witch's eyes seemed to be somewhat disappointed, a timid smile appeared on her thin face, and her surprisingly big eyes looked out the door with longing , "He hasn't been here for a long time."

Sirius' eyes were red in an instant, as if he had been stabbed severely in the heart, the pain made it difficult to breathe, "Alice—"

"I've saved a lot of presents, many, many—" Alice murmured softly with her head drooping, and she hugged the cardboard box in her hand tightly. There were many beautiful candy wrappers neatly stacked inside.

Her therapist, Merriam Straw, nodded politely to the two of them, squatted halfway beside Alice, and coaxed in a kind tone: "Mrs. Longbottom, you should go back to rest, have you forgotten?" , that boy will come to see you tomorrow."

Alice tilted her head and thought about it, showing a look of sudden realization. She stood up staggeringly, counted her fingers quite childishly, and couldn't help complaining, "You said the same thing last time... Tomorrow Why haven't you arrived yet..."

Daniel had long been used to such scenes, and stood there quietly waiting for Sirius to recover.

"She," Sirius' voice choked up slightly, and asked with a heavy nasal voice, "you've been waiting for this all this time?"

Daniel said in a low voice: "We also have a companion who is a natural Transformation Magus. The Lord once tried to make him pretend to be Master Longbottom to coax her, but that lady—"

He sighed slightly, "Even with such a mental state, you can easily tell the difference. That time there was almost a magic riot."

Sirius breathed heavily, gritted his teeth to hold back the tears that almost burst out of his eyes, and strode to follow.

In the ward, Alice and Frank sat at a small round table with a bouquet of fragrant flowers, obediently waiting for their afternoon tea. A young woman dressed as a maid was carefully brewing black tea for them.

Noticing the slight movement at the door, the maid's clear blue eyes looked at Sirius with scrutiny and evaluation, and it wasn't until Daniel stood behind him that she looked away as if nothing had happened.

"It's ours." Daniel explained softly.

Sirius didn't enter the door, and looked at the friends who had fought side by side from a distance. They put their hands on the table, stared at the cute little cake in the small plate, and wanted to poke their fingers on it Garnish with chocolate balls.

"Use a fork," the maid reminded in a warm voice, and put two small silver forks with engraved golden snitch engravings on the top into their hands respectively, "Whoever uses them again, there will be no chocolate tomorrow~"

Without looking at the two obediently nodding, Sirius took a step back, turned around and asked in a low voice, "Where are Ron and Hermione? Are they next door?"

"They're at the other end of the corridor—Ms. Granger prefers to look at the street view." Daniel walked beside him calmly, pointing in the opposite direction.

As he got closer to the wide open door, Sirius' footsteps became heavier and heavier, and he almost didn't dare to look at the two children in the same situation, imagining Harry's mood when facing all this, It was as if a boulder was pressing on his chest, and he was so oppressed that he could hardly breathe.

"Sirius?"

The red-haired young man sitting on the sofa beside the hospital bed saw him and stood up in surprise, "You, are you back?"

Sirius almost didn't recognize the gloomy person in front of him, they were the Weasley twins who were always jumping and dancing in his memory, and they couldn't get along with any heavy and serious things since they were born—

No, it's not them anymore.

"George, long time no see." Looking at the young man who was alone, he had a deep understanding of what is right and wrong, and forced a smile with the corner of his mouth.

"Yeah." George also smiled lightly, and that smile quickly disappeared like snowflakes falling on the lake, "Long time no see."

When the two looked at each other, there was an indescribable strangeness and estrangement pervading it. George plucked his hair, as if he didn't know what to say. After a long silence, he stepped forward and gave him a hug, " Glad to have you back, Sirius."

"Thank you."

Sirius patted him on the back, and looked towards the two people standing side by side by the window.

There was a soft colored cushion on the window sill. Hermione put her arms on the cushion and watched the busy traffic below through the glass. It seemed that there was nothing more attractive to her than that.

"Have I seen you somewhere?"

Ron stared blankly at her with his chin propped up, showing a silly smile, and asked recklessly and bluntly, "Would you like to go on a date with me?"

Hermione turned her head, blinked blankly, and after looking at him for a while, she pursed her lips and smiled shyly, "Okay."

"Here it is again—" George saw that Sirius was so uncomfortable that he seemed to be crying at any time, and shrugged his shoulders pretending to be relaxed, "They fall in love at first sight several times a day, for a guy like me who hasn't found a girlfriend yet , it's too unfriendly."

Sirius swallowed hard the soreness in his throat, and looked away from the blushing lovers looking at each other, "That's really hard work for you."

Another maid with clear eyes came in with a teapot and snacks. George waved to her slightly, "Let's do it ourselves."

She didn't have any objection, after putting down her things quietly, she backed out without a sound, and closed the door gently.

"Harry arranged for these people," George said with a complicated expression as he slowly poured hot tea into several cups. "He has taken good care of them for so many years."

"Should be, if it wasn't for saving him—" Sirius squeezed the space between his brows, and said wearily, "But with Harry's current reputation, I hope I haven't brought you any trouble."

George let out a breath, and slowly shook his head, "The whole wizarding world knows what his weakness is, but no one dares to touch it anymore. A crazy savior can make the Ministry of Magic bleed, not to mention , where is the Dark Lord?"

He said the last word very lightly, as if holding it between his teeth, and it was very difficult for him to say it.

The hand that Sirius had just picked up the cup trembled for a moment, the beautiful white porcelain cup fell to the table with a bang, rolled around twice and fell to the ground again, smashing into pieces all at once.

"I thought you knew—" George closed his mouth suddenly, with a trace of annoyance flashing in his eyes.

Two tall wizards suddenly Apparated in the corner of the ward. Seeing the situation at the scene, they retracted their raised wands, glanced around and quickly disappeared in front of them.

Sirius stared closely at George who was waving his wand to clean up the debris on the ground, "What did you just say—"

"Maybe his methods are a little more intense, but I don't think there is anything wrong with it."

George took a look at Hermione's hand, and ran to the small round table to Ron, who was circling around the snacks. He pursed his lips vigorously, and the hand holding the wand trembled unsteadily. , "That day, when they were rescued, almost none of their bones were intact. What is the difference between that method and the Death Eaters? Even we are going crazy, let alone Harry who watched them being tortured..."

"He didn't tell me this—" Sirius creaked his fists, and the intense anger hit his brain, almost consuming all his sanity, "Those bastards, those beasts, how dare they—"

"This is delicious~" Ron took a sip of the cookie, then handed another piece to Hermione. After thinking about it, he placed a large bowl of cookies one by one on the white tablecloth, and it quickly became flat. A full three stacks.

"This is for you," he announced triumphantly, with the courage to point out the country, "This is for me, this is for..."

His expression was blank for a moment, and a seemingly familiar name flashed in his mind, but he couldn't say it.

Hermione lay on the table, nodding her head humbly, "Then can I eat now?"

"Of course." Ron waved his hand and turned his attention to her again.

In a rage, Sirius stared blankly at them, as if a bucket of ice water had been poured on his face, causing his internal organs to shrink into a ball due to the cold.

How could Harry stand this?

How can he stand it?

"He avenged them," George said softly, "right in the hall of the Ministry of Magic, in front of everyone, he paid back everything they had suffered, and no one was left behind."

"After that, those people called him the Dark Lord—who cares how he was cornered?!"

Sirius covered his eyes, feeling that he was really useless and dereliction of duty as a godfather. When the child needed it most, he never appeared by his side and gave even the slightest support.

George shook his head slightly, and once again the pale and desperate man appeared in front of his eyes, as if he would be broken into pieces with a light poke, "Harry doesn't want to see us, Sirius, can you persuade him? We never Never blamed him, really, never—”

"Didn't he even come to see it? Why didn't you tell him directly?" Sirius raised his hand to wipe his eyes, cleared his throat as a cover, and asked hoarsely.

"We held a funeral for Fred back then, and Ron became like this again. Mom couldn't control her emotions and said some, some excessive things." George said with some embarrassment, "Actually, we all watched It can be seen that she regretted it as soon as she said it, but at that time, everyone was really about to collapse."

Thinking that this sounded like she was trying to excuse her, George took a deep breath and smiled bitterly, "She really didn't intend to hurt him, but the damage has already been done—"

It may even be the last straw that crushes that person.

That happy and consummated home that could always accommodate him unconditionally and give him warmth was finally broken because of him, and the person he secretly regarded as his mother vented to him with such fierce words in the midst of grief and despair own pain.

"We just hope that he can let himself go, don't, don't be alone, and don't want to let go of those things."

George slowly grasped Sirius' stiff hand, with a sincere and thankful expression.

"It's really, really great that you can come back."