HP Dawn Night

I never thought of my mother's life as a tragedy, even though she was never really happy.

The reason why the wizarding world is still flocking to her is: her marriage.

Her first marriage was to a fellow Slytherin at Hogwarts, my father.They married right after graduation, a consensual marriage between one of the few pure-blood families in Slytherin at the time.As far as the photos are concerned, I can only say that the two of them were happy at that time.

My father was an explorer who died in a Nordic forest before I was born from plant toxins.

My father's death left my mother with a baby—I, Blaise Zabini, born a few months after his death—and a fortune.

Maybe there was love between my parents, but in terms of the speed at which my mother remarried, I can only say that the love between them was a little cold.

A year after my father died, my mother decided to marry a popular Quidditch star.It is said that they met at a certain banquet, and then he launched a crazy pursuit of my mother.The poor man died of a Quidditch accident half a year after our marriage, and strangely enough, he left all his estate in his will to my mother and me, my almost unrelated stepson.

At that time, the shadow of the Dark Lord had just dissipated, and the wizarding world urgently needed some eye-catching news to dilute the shadow left by that dark age.There is no doubt that the tidbits of famous families are the best choice.

All in all, this matter quickly attracted the attention of the wizarding world.In fact, as early as the Hogwarts era, my mother was a famous beauty. Although she did not meet the traditional beauty standards of a pure-blood family, this did not prevent her beauty from being recognized by everyone.It is generally accepted that no one can resist this brown-haired and brown-eyed femme fatale, even after her two husbands died in mysterious ways.

Obviously, this is just a small start.It was a prelude to my mother's wonderful married life since then.

A year and eight months later, a scholar from Germany and my mother walked into the wedding hall.Their marriage lasted two years before he was inadvertently fatally attacked by a viper on a field trip and died shortly after being sent to St. Mungo's.Needless to say, my mother has benefited from another asset here.

So far, the reputation of "Black Widow" has begun to spread in the wizarding world.

Then my mother stopped for a while.She didn't rush to get married, but dealt with different men, and some vicious comments said that she was looking for the next prey.And in fact it is.

When I was six years old, my mother married a well-known journalist who committed suicide shortly afterwards.

A few months later, I welcomed my fourth stepdad.He is a wealthy businessman.At my mother's 27th birthday party, he proposed to my mother with a rare black diamond ring, but the expensive wedding ring couldn't break the spell. About a year later, he died as strangely as the others before him. And leave a huge fortune.

The Zabini family's fortunes continued to grow in this way.This made it easy for my mother to live in luxury without having to work—and she didn't even have to dip into the inheritance, as someone would pay her bills.

It was her sixth marriage, my fifth stepfather, that brought my mother to the forefront again.There's nothing special about him, except—he's my biological father's real brother, my real uncle.

For a while, the Zabini family was surrounded by "conspiracy theories" and "curses", and the family's reputation fell to the bottom.It was even claimed that my uncle murdered his wife in order to marry my mother.I don't know if these are true or not, I have grown up and have the ability to distinguish beauty from ugliness.I began to believe that in addition to ordinary magic, there may be some other magic in this world. My mother should be proficient in one of them, and her beauty is her most invincible weapon.

I understood from a very young age that one of the things that humans cannot resist is beauty.The most important thing my mother taught me is to learn to use my appearance to confuse and deceive others to get what I want.This might sound immoral, but as I grew up and went to Hogwarts, I realized that it was actually the most effective method.Ironically, the paths I spurned as a child turned out to be the most foolproof.

Mrs. Zabini married Mr. Zabini when I was nine years old.

It sounds ridiculous.

This is the first time I have disobeyed my mother's meaning. I refused to attend their wedding and refused to give courtesy blessings.I actually have no feelings for my biological father, we haven't even met each other.What I can't tolerate is the tangible or intangible harm that my mother's indulgence of her feelings has brought to me.

I always remember how the name "Zabini" was slandered by ladies from pure-blood families, and there were many who even doubted my blood.Later, those rumors gradually died down, but the scars have already formed.

I thank my mother for my exquisite looks, but I will never let go of the avoidable harm she forced upon me in the years since.

This marriage lasted for a long time.I avoided this couple from the time they got married, and for about a year I didn't even dine with them.The house elves had to deliver food to my room.It’s a good thing they were sensible, at least my uncle stopped trying to strike up a conversation with me after becoming my stepfather, and my mother kept me at a cautious distance.

It was so embarrassing, but fortunately I was of school age after more than a year.I was very happy when I received the admission letter. The school is the best safe haven for me.There is no question that I will be in Slytherin, and my pure blood status will ensure that I can survive there safely.

Madame Zabini showed no particular sentimentality when I left the house, and I didn't mind much about it.In fact, as early as I can remember, our mother-child relationship was indifferent like a blank sheet of paper.Earlier, I hadn't expected Mrs. Zabini to be able to save appointment time with me.And now she seems to regret it, but I don't want to give her the chance to make it up.

In Slytherin house I met my friends.There weren't many Slytherins in this class, and I chose to join a circle that looked good.Theodore Knott is an exception, he likes to be alone.Objectively speaking, I don't reject loneliness, but for now, I can't choose to be alone. It's always smarter to be tactful than to fight alone.As the heir of a neutral family, I must choose my friends and partners carefully, because no one knows when the war will start.

My friends are amazed at my maturity and stability.I don't think that's a good thing.If you grow up in such a family environment, you will also be mature and stable, not to mention Mrs. Zabini is not a good mother.I have no choice but to be on my own.

During the summer of first grade, my fifth stepfather became terminally ill.This time it was no accident. He contracted a serious disease and could only lie in bed, losing weight day after day.No one can save him.

After my stepfather died, my mother shed a few tears.I can't be bothered to tell if it's fake or real.Maybe it won't be long before she meets her next "true love," who knows.

Some people say that she married my stepfather because he is very similar to my biological father, and some people say that they have been in love for many years before they finally got married.

And the truth probably only she knows.

A few nights later, I found my mother sitting alone at the kitchen table.

"We need to talk, Blaise."

"About what?" I asked nonchalantly.I never had much patience with Madame Zabini.In the letter, I can still use hypocritical words to express my love for this mother, but in reality, it becomes unnecessary to hide my heart.

"You seem to..." She gestured feebly, "You don't want to talk to me."

"I'm just curious why you didn't go to the banquet tonight." I poured myself a cup of hot cocoa.

"you hate me."

I looked at her, years were very tolerant to her, even though she was 30 years old, she was as young and beautiful as ever.I calmly replied, "No. I just have nothing to say."

She married five times after my father died, but always used the last name "Zabini".I don't know if it's because of the so-called love, the so-called guilt, or the status and wealth of the Zabini family.that's not important.

"Brace, we need to talk, your father he-"

I lost my patience: "—Excuse me, who do you mean?"

Her face turned pale.

"Good night, mother," I said.

I'm 13 and I'm not that little boy who insists on the truth anymore.Some things are not as important to me as they used to be, like my mother.

Mrs. Zabini has hundreds of mysteries, and my father is just one of them.I used to be curious about the stories between them, but only once.

So what if there was love, how much time is left after passing away?

There are some things you don't need to know.