HP Dawn Night

"Vio, come with me to the study." After dinner, my mother stopped me.

The study is a very sacred place in the home.I've only been here once or twice as far as I can remember.In the past, my grandfather handled affairs here, and later my mother answered letters here.Owls came and went, and letters were sent everywhere, either to maintain friendship or to negotiate business.They do the heavy lifting and help keep the family running, and the study is pretty much the heart of our home, where even my less social mom spends a lot of time playing with words.

She motioned for me to go with her to a wall where, in the blank space between two bookshelves, hung a portrait of a richly dressed and melancholy young woman, holding a white dog in her arms. cat.

"I didn't want to let you know this so early, but given the situation, maybe it's time—listen to what I'm saying," said Mom, looking at the woman in the frame. "In honor of Watson In the name of the family, I, Margaret, and my heir Violet request to enter the Chamber of Secrets."

The woman in the portrait looked at us wearily, and said in a skeptical tone: "It sounds plausible, so let me answer a question: Which one comes first, the future or tomorrow?"

What is the problem?I glanced at my mother in surprise, she showed a thoughtful look: "I understand what you mean...they come one after another, never in sequence."

"That makes sense." The woman in the portrait nodded and spoke in a soft voice.

I watched as the white cat jumped out of her arms, walked to the edge of the picture frame, and slowly became a doorknob.An antique door floated out of nowhere on the wall.

Mother opened the door without surprise: "Go in, Vio."

"In the name of the glorious Watson family, please guard the door for us, and don't let other interested people break in." She said to the woman in the portrait, and then closed the door.

I looked at this spacious secret room, which is circular, with built-in bookshelves on the walls around it, a huge chandelier hanging in the middle of the room, and a huge round table under the chandelier. There are stacks of parchments, boxes of ink and quills, and various magical implements that I can't name. Around the round table are four armchairs.There was also an open door in the chamber, and I saw a bedroom inside.

"Is the only way to get into this secret room is to answer her questions?" I asked the most urgent question.

"That's right." Mom nodded, "She will only answer the portrait if someone from the direct line of the family speaks to the portrait, and that question exists only to check whether the person is qualified to enter the secret room."

I felt a chill: "That is to say, if you don't answer that question, no matter how urgent the situation is, it is impossible to enter the secret room?"

Mom nodded indifferently and motioned for me to sit down in the armchair: "This secret room contains the most important secrets and properties of the Watson family, and we need to ensure that they will not be known to anyone who is not trustworthy."

I looked around the huge secret room, which seemed to be a safe and comfortable hiding place: "Who is the woman in that portrait?"

"Santa Isabella, the daughter of a family owner centuries ago." Mom seemed unwilling to say more, and she quickly changed the topic, "Do you know why I brought you here?"

"It's about what happened at the Triwizard Tournament," I replied.

"That's right." Mom said bluntly, "The Ministry of Magic denies that You-Know-Who has returned, but I choose to believe Dumbledore's words."

As soon as I was about to speak, my mother raised a hand to stop me.

"Assuming that the power of the mysterious man is really growing, he will come to his door sooner or later. But anyone who refuses to join his command will be retaliated against, even some pure-blooded Slytherins. More than ten years Before, your grandfather chose to be neutral, and in order to avoid being persecuted, he took me out of England." My mother stared into my eyes and said slowly, "Would you like to transfer to Beauxbatons? "

"No!" I heard my voice echoing in the secret room, and my hand gripped the armrest tightly.Mom just asked calmly:

"why?"

I gripped the armrest hard, many reasons flashed through my mind, I looked back at my mother, I never thought she was a timid, submissive person.

"Escape is not what I'm used to." I blurted out.

There was a flash of strangeness in my mother's eyes. "Not because of anything else? Not because you're used to England? Not because you hate being here? Not because of your friends? Not because of Severus? Not because of Draco?" she asked in succession.

"Yes," I admit, "I don't want to drop everything else for a little safety. More importantly, I'm in your blood, and I don't think you'd feel comfortable dropping everything and escaping across the Channel to beg for peace. .”

"Severus is a Death Eater, you already know that. So you decide to be neutral?" Mom asked softly.

This is really a difficult question to answer.But even the fact that Dad is a Death Eater doesn't change my answer: "I won't fall to either side unless I know exactly who the victory will be, or one side has a chip in their hands that I can't refuse."

Mom looked at me with a smile on her lips: "You're very smart, Vio."

"It's safe to stay in the UK." I accepted her compliment. "You're abroad and no one can use you to threaten me; Dad is a double agent, he can know the wind direction the fastest, and it doesn't matter which side it is." Take him easily; because my father is a Death Eater, it is impossible for You-Know-Who to trouble me, and Dumbledore will not give up persuading me to join them." I told my mother my truth Thought, "It's a very safe balance."

Except for one thing.

I hesitated for a moment: "How much does the mysterious man trust Dad?"

Mom didn't answer my question directly: "Severus will find a way."

She was so sure, I was relieved.

"But you need to know about Draco." Mom's voice was serious enough to be ignored, "I know his parents, Lucius and Narcissa are fanatical supporters of pure blood—"

"—but we also—"

"Do you discriminate against bitch wizards?" Mom asked back.

Granger's face flashed across my mind. I didn't like her, but not because of her blood.I even remember a time before that our relationship was fine.

I shook my head.

"But Draco was prejudiced against them, and so were Lucius and Narcissa." Mom said a fact that I couldn't deny, "Besides, Lucius is a Death Eater, and Narcissa's sister So does Bellatrix."

"That's a choice made by the previous generation," I shook my head, "It has nothing to do with Draco."

"Growing up in that kind of family, would Draco know nothing about it?" Mom exposed my lie, "Vio, you might as well think about it, has Draco ever shown something like this?" Aspects of...things?"

The ease with which Mom's words reminded me of something.Draco has an attitude of repulsion towards witches and wizards, and he also shows suspicion towards Dumbledore.More importantly, I hate to admit it, but I know that Draco is not a strong-willed, mature-minded person in some ways.

He might find trouble with Potter because of some stimulation, and he might also go on the path of the mysterious man because of some stimulation, not to mention that his father, aunt, and godfather are all Death Eaters.

I looked at my mother in horror.

She didn't look at me, as if caught in a distant memory: "In my time, many young people went down the road of no return because of reckless impulse and wrong guidance."

I don't know what names and faces came to her mind at this time, but I definitely saw the rare sadness on my mother's face.

I suddenly thought of my mother's narrow social circle. In England, she seemed to have no close friends except Aunt Narcissa.But today I noticed another possibility. Maybe at that time, many friendships also disappeared due to various reasons.

"You are a smart child, Vio." Mom withdrew her thoughts, "I have only one requirement for you: rationality. No matter when you are, you need to keep a clear head, and being emotional for a moment may ruin your future Even life, so I ask you, if the war really starts, please make a choice after careful weighing."

"Will there be a war?"

"For many of my generation, the war never went away."

After so many years, is there still a shadow?People who are living and dying.

I understand the hint in my mother's words, but I don't want to think about it.I can't imagine how I can think as coldly and rationally as a person without emotion.When the war comes, many people will lose a lot of things. My mother hopes that I can protect myself to the greatest extent, but I don't know if I can retreat desperately at that moment.

"When I was young, I was too impulsive, and I paid a price for it." My mother said, "Although I slowly made up for it over time, I still occasionally imagine that if I choose another way, the ending will be How about it."

I looked at her, and suddenly a flash of lightning flashed in my heart: "Mom, did you leave England because of me?"

There was a look of surprise in her eyes, but she admitted: "Yes."

So, do you regret it?

"The moment I saw you," Mom said suddenly, and my heart skipped a beat, "I realized it was the most beautiful mistake of my life."

I was stunned.Mom smiled happily: "It is also my most outstanding achievement."

"Mom!" I couldn't help scolding her, "You're scaring me to death."

"Do you think I will regret giving birth to you? No." She laughed loudly, "Merlin's greatest preference for me is to send you to my side."

"Such a sensational route is really not suitable for you, Mom." I joked, and the tense atmosphere just now was swept away.

"Speaking of this, I have another question to ask you." Mom said seriously, "Are you and Draco serious?"

What should come has to come, I sat down honestly, ready to face the battle.

"I think so," I said.

Mom's eyes flickered: "Have you thought about the few issues we talked about that day?"

"I think sometimes we need to grow together." I decided to be firm on this issue, "Maybe you think we are not mature enough, but in fact we are very compatible with each other. As for maturity, it will probably take time to prove it."

"Lucius and Narcissa are acquiescing to this," Mom took a deep breath, "but I want to double check that you can make it to the end."

I hesitated for a moment: "I can't give you a definite answer right now, Mom. But we will all try our best to fulfill this promise."

Unexpectedly, Mom gave up and pursued this topic.Instead, she picked up a box placed on the table: "Do you know what's inside?"

I remember this casket.

"Ring," I said.The Watson family ring, once belonged to my maternal grandparents.

"It stands to reason that since you received the ring from the Malfoy family, we should also give one of these to Draco as a token of exchange." Mom didn't mean to open the box, "but I don't want to do that now."

My mother's decision was within my expectation, but I still habitually took a second look at the box.

"You are still young, I will hand over the ring to you when I think it is appropriate, and the engagement will not take effect until then. Do you understand, Vio?" Mom took a look at me, then softened her voice, "You are my only daughter. Even though I already know Lucius and Sissy very well, I must see Draco grow into a person worthy of your dependence."

I have no objection, my mother is right and she is always thinking of me.

"I trust your judgment, Mom," I said.

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