[HP] His little devil

Summer vacation is approaching, and Helena returns to Bird Manor.

I don't know if it's because people have grown up and their mood has changed. Even the empty manor that terrified her in the past is not so frightening now.She calmly carried the suitcase and walked into the gate, Leif didn't come out to greet her, she just thought it was busy with something and didn't notice it, after all it was so old.

Helena put her luggage back in the bedroom, and was in no hurry to cook something for herself or change her clothes. She wore a black robe and went directly to the room where the portrait of her mother was hung.

The portrait was covered with a cloth towel, and Helena stepped forward to take it off. The sleeping mother opened her eyes, looked at her daughter in silence for a while and said, "You have grown up."

Helena looked down at herself, and said with a smile: "I also think that I have grown taller this year. When you were young, you were always worried that I would not grow taller. Now you don't have to worry about it."

After a while Mrs. Bird said: "Yes, I am very pleased to see you can grow taller."

Helena looked at her mother and said, "How are you doing recently?"

Mrs. Bird said indifferently: "I'm just a portrait, and I don't have a specific life. If you need my answer, then I will tell you that I am living a good life."

Helena nodded slowly. It seemed that there was nothing to say after talking here. One person and one portrait looked at each other for a long time, and it was Mrs. Bird who broke the deadlocked silence again.

"You are with Blake." She said firmly, "I can tell by your expression."

Helena blinked and said, "You should have expected this to happen. You didn't scream when I lifted the rag. I think that means you may have accepted it."

There is nothing unacceptable.

Now that the matter has come to this point, if she objected again, as a portrait, could she really object to any results?

Furthermore, she was already mentally prepared when she met Regulus before, and the oath of the other party was still in her ears. Although Mrs. Bird frowned and looked unhappy, she still said: "This is your choice, you I'm not a child anymore, I just need to be responsible for my own choices, I'm just a portrait after all, I can't really interfere with you."

Helena lowered her eyes, listened to her mother's words quietly, and said after a long time: "But I still hope to get your blessing, even if you are just a portrait."

Mrs. Bird looked at her only daughter with complicated eyes, and said hoarsely after a long time: "Of course I will bless you, my Helena, you know that no matter what I become, I don't know where I am. They all love and bless you, and so does your father."

Helena walked forward slowly, put her hand on the portrait of her mother, and pressed her cheek little by little, touching the mother's hand in the portrait.

When leaving this room, Helena began to think about where Leif went.

It hasn't appeared, it's been too long, even if it's old, it shouldn't have been unresponsive for so long.

Helena began to look for it in the empty and vast manor, found it from upstairs to downstairs, and then saw Leif's stiff body in the basement.

Helena squatted beside its body, looking at the aging elf, her eyes turned red unconsciously.

"Live." She softly called its name, but it was no longer possible to give her any response, it would no longer bow to her tremblingly, would no longer call her little master in a high-pitched voice, would no longer Get the salt and sugar wrong, and you won't be waiting for her to come home.

In this world, there is no one who has been with her since childhood.

Helena wept silently, and the tears fell on Leff. The tea towel belonging to the Byrd family on Leff's body was washed white, old but clean, and neatly ironed.

Helena leaned over and picked it up. It was very thin, like a handful of bones, without any weight at all.

Helena left the basement with it in her arms, and walked aimlessly in the dark corridor. Without Leif, the candles here were even extinguished quite a bit, and the already dimly lit old manor became even more gloomy.

Helena can't care about these eerie things now.

She had no experience with burying house-elves, and she didn't know where to put Leif.

After thinking about it for a long time, she still hugged Leff back to her room, and wiped the dirt off her body with a warm towel.

After cleaning everything about it, Helena put Leif on the small sofa and covered it with a long snow-white blanket.

After finishing all this, Helena went back to her bed and sat down, staring at the elf covered by the white blanket on the sofa, and finally cried aloud.

It's so sad that I didn't even see it for the last time. Judging from the stiffness of its body, it must have been dead for a while.

Would it be hopeless when it was lying in the basement alone, waiting to die alone?

Would it miss her, and want to see her one last time at Hogwarts?

Helena wiped her eyes, trying to hold back her tears, but couldn't.

"Goodbye, Lev." Helena murmured, and then cried even more presumptuously.

Grimmauld Square NO.12.

Regulus had just returned home, and before he had finished packing, Kreacher appeared beside him.

He stared slightly, and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

Kreacher whispered: "Kreacher thinks that Master Regulus should know about this, Kreacher watched Miss Bird go back to Bird Manor according to Master Regulus' request, Miss Bird is safe, but... ..."

"What's the matter?" Regulus interrupted, "Get to the point." He seemed a little anxious.

Kreacher's tone suddenly became a little different, and Regulus was too familiar with it, so he could hear it.

"The elf in Bird Manor died, and Kreacher saw Miss Bird carry it out of the basement." Kreacher was strangely silent for a while before saying, "Working for my manor to the last moment of my life! Leif Both life and death are honorable! Miss Bird need not feel sorry for Leif, but Kreacher can't show up and tell her this, because Master Regulus doesn't want Kreacher to be discovered by Miss Bird!"

Now Regulus knew where Kreacher's change came from.

Leif died.

Even if Kreacher couldn't describe it, Regulus could completely imagine how sad Helena was.

Once Leif died, there was no one who accompanied her from childhood to adulthood in this world.

"Thank you, I see." Regulus straightened up, "Is Mommy at home?"

Kreacher said, "The mistress is in the attic." Its eyes froze for a moment, and then it snapped its fingers and disappeared. Regulus knew that it meant that his mother was calling it.

As expected, Kreacher appeared in front of him again a few seconds later, bent down and said, "The mistress asked Master Regulus to meet her in her room."

Regulus nodded slightly, after thinking about it, he took off his black robe and walked out of the room in a simple black vintage suit.

Standing at the door of the room, Regulus glanced at Sirius' former room, then retracted his gaze and walked slowly towards his mother's room.

Walburga was not in very good condition, she was half lying on the bed, her brows and eyes were full of exhaustion.

After Regulus entered the room, she looked up at him and closed them again.

"I was in the attic just now." Walburga said slowly, "I carefully checked all the recent letters from home."

Regulus' expression was very calm, and he couldn't see anything wrong: "Yes, Mom."

"You must have received the letter I asked Kreacher to send to you, then..." Walburga sat up slowly, opened his eyes and looked at his only remaining son, "What do you think about this, Ray?" Gulles? Do you think he's starting our suspicions?"

Regulus pondered for a while before saying, "I know you want an answer that I deny, but I can't lie to you." He looked at his mother intently, "From the time I met him several times Look, I believe in modifying letters, even monitoring letters, which is already a huge distrust for him."

Walburga's face became even more ugly because of her son's words. She clenched her fists, stood up and started pacing back and forth.

"I don't understand, Regulus, your father and I have always supported him, and we have never backed down no matter what. Although we did not join the Death Eaters, this shouldn't be the reason why he would doubt us... Could it be..." She looked at Regulus, "Because of what Bella said and did?"

Regulus planted the seeds of struggle and doubt between Mrs. Lestrange and his mother when he hoped that his mother would accept Helena. Now this seed has taken root and become his most useful weapon.

"Maybe." He was not in a hurry, and only gave an ambiguous answer, and then said calmly and calmly under Walburga's irritated urging, "Whatever the reason, the result is very bad for us. If he has already started to do that , the next step should be to deal with us."

"...to deal with us?" Walburga slightly opened his eyes, looking a little flustered, "No, no, the Black family is his loyal supporter and his most powerful backing, he won't do that .”

"Mom, I hope so too, but if so, how do you explain his behavior?" Regulus said unhurriedly, "You can't explain this, you're just lying to yourself now. Even if it's like you It is said that he needs the support and support of the Black family, but how long it will take, when he no longer needs it, and what will happen to us, we don't know."

Walburga's pupils shrank, and Regulus continued: "I'm not forcing you to make associations you don't want to do, but Mom, the Black family is the oldest and noblest family among the pure-blood families. We have a long history and have It has been passed down to this generation, so it shouldn't be ruined in our hands." He bent down respectfully, "If you change your mind, or need me to give you any advice, you can see me again at any time."

He turned away, leaving ample time and space for Walburga to think alone.

Before he walked out the door, Walburga said suddenly, "Could it be, could it be because of Sirius?"

Regulus looked back quickly, seeing that his mother did not speak.

Walburga said disappointedly: "I have expelled Sirius from the family. He is no longer the heir of the Black family. Even so, is he still dissatisfied?"

Who knows if there will be a second heterogeneous family?

With the first, it's impossible to be the only one.

Walburga trembled when she thought of these ideas and the accusations of those who competed with her for status and trust.

"How is he doing?" Walburga didn't mention who it was, but Regulus knew it.

"Much better than you and I imagined." Regulus replied.

Walburga was silent for a while and said: "But I heard that Alphard passed away."

Regulus was rarely surprised, but Walburga didn't notice, and just kept silent for a while before saying: "But that has nothing to do with us, they are no longer members of the Black family, and have nothing to do with us anymore It's..."

That's what she said, what's in her heart, and what others think, it's all unknown.

When Regulus left his mother's bedroom, he took one last look into her misty and silent eyes, and he knew at that moment that it was almost time.Walking on this road in the future, at least he will no longer be alone.

With the efforts of the whole family, they will always produce results.

After leaving his mother's room, Regulus did not return to his own room.

He directly used the Flying Charm to summon the black robe, put on the hood to cover most of his face, and whispered into the air: "Kreacher."

Kreacher's figure appeared in the corner: "Master Regulus." It bowed slightly.

Regulus stretched out his hand towards it: "Take me to Bird Manor."

Kreacher immediately took Regulus's hand with his small hand, and the two disappeared up the stairs together.

What they didn't notice was that Regulus' father, Orion Black, was watching everything from the shadows. He watched his son leave with Kreacher. He couldn't hear where he went, but...

He lowered his eyes slightly, and slowly returned to his room, without any thought of breaking this balance.

There is no one less person in this family.Orion thought sullenly before closing the door.

Byrd Manor.

Helena lay in her clothes, and unconsciously cried herself to sleep.

When she woke up again, there was darkness in front of her eyes, and something covered her body, which also covered her face.

She tried to sit up, and sat up, covered by a black robe, and she almost immediately recognized who it belonged to from the faint woody scent of the wizard's robe.

She excitedly wanted to tear off the robe to look at the other party, but someone stopped her movement, her face was covered, and he found her lips precisely through the black wizard robe, and kissed her heavily lip.

Their breaths were intertwined through the wizard robes, and the faint candlelight flickered at this moment, jumping lightly, flickering like a human heart.