HP Dawn Night

When the four of us went downstairs to the door of the lounge, the stone door opened from the inside.What we saw was the pale face of Daphne Greengrass, with a large group of Slytherins behind her.

"We heard the song of the phoenix," she twisted the hem of her nightgown nervously with her hands. "Is it true? Dumbledore... Dumbledore really..."

I looked at her face filled with terror, and thinking of what she and Nott had said to the Dark Lord, I couldn't help but hate her. "I think so." I took a deep breath and said slowly.There was a look of crying and laughter on Daphne's face, and I couldn't bear it any longer, I stepped forward and whispered in her ear: "Daphne, Daphne, is this your wish or your plan?" What if it fails?"

"Vio!" Draco put his hand between me and Daphne, and he glanced at Daphne with a dark expression.I clenched my hands, and Daphne looked at me with wide eyes in horror, while the Slytherin students behind her suddenly became tense because of this small change.

"Nothing." I took a step back and forced myself to announce without emotion, "Dumbledore's dead, the Death Eaters killed him."

The group of students suddenly fell silent.My eyes flicked over familiar or unfamiliar faces, some with obvious relaxed and suppressed happiness, some with expressionless faces, of course, only very few people showed a little sadness.I'm too lazy to distinguish between the true and the false of their emotions. Not long ago, I completely committed a murderer.

"There are people mourning under the tower," Blaise called out to them. "You should go, too. All of you."

The Slytherins filed out of the common room quietly and quickly, and we followed them.When a group of people walked up the stairs, there were dense footsteps from the stairs, and it was the remaining Ravenclaw and Gryffindor students who received the message, while the Hufflepuffs came up from the other side of the stairs .Through the leaking lights in the auditorium, I saw that many people had tears on their faces.

The four Houses mingled across the foyer towards the tower.I stopped on the stairs in front of the castle, with Pansy, Blaise, and Draco by my side.In the distance, we could see the dots of starlight under the tower, where the students and teachers of Hogwarts were mourning their headmaster with their wands raised high.

They would see the best wizard they could ever meet, slumped on the grass like a common man, with his eyes closed, in an eternal sleep.It will take a while for them to come to terms with the fact that Albus Dumbledore will never again be in those splendid robes, telling the good-natured jokes that no one can understand at the headmaster's table. .He can no longer say anything to them, can no longer help them...

"Vio," Pansy whispered, "do you want to come over?"

I raised my sleeve and wiped my eyes: "No, we still have a lot to talk about."

The dirge stopped, and the Phoenix had left Hogwarts.But the war has begun.

"...Until tonight, our mission has been completed." After I finished speaking, I didn't even dare to look into their eyes.

"Actually, we have vaguely guessed something." Blaise and Pansy looked at each other and shrugged. "You always disappear mysteriously, and you seem to be lost forever."

"In addition, there have been some rumors about Professor Snape in Hogwarts..." Pansy sighed, stood up and hugged me tightly, "Of course you can't tell others such important things casually, how could we Are you to blame? Fortunately, it’s all over now.”

I smelled the fragrance on her clothes, tears came up again.

"Okay, okay." Pansy patted my head helplessly, while Draco started to talk about our cooperation with Potter and the current situation we are facing.

"Draco, what made you decide not to be loyal to the Dark Lord?" Blaise asked suddenly.

Draco was silent for a few seconds: "No one will be loyal to a person who likes to intimidate others, and neither do I."

"But how do you convince your father, if I'm not wrong, I'm afraid - he won't take Harry Potter's side so easily?" Blaise pointed out the key point.

"He will. After he comes out of Azkaban, after he knows what happened this year." Draco said loudly, "My dad is not an idiot. It will also keep him out of the flames this time."

"There's one more thing I didn't tell you," I pushed Pansy slightly away, determined, "my dad is a double agent. He's a Death Eater, but he's also working for Dumbledore."

The firewood crackled in the fireplace.Pansy, Blaise, and Draco stared at me without blinking, and I stared into the fire: "I didn't know about the Dark Lord's return until the end of fourth year."

"Why would he—?" Draco asked in shock.

"I don't know. He won't tell, and my mother won't tell me." I shook my head, "But I'm going to accept Potter's proposal. Only the branding can make the Dark Lord fully trust me."

"But have you thought about what to do next?" Pansy squeezed my hand.I held back: "No one knows. We can only take one step at a time... Wait, Draco—" I looked up at me, my heart was filled with fear again, "The Dark Lord gave it back to you Another mission." If I succeed in killing Dumbledore, Draco must kill me.

Draco smiled contemptuously: "I don't care, I'll tell him directly that I don't want to do that. If he wants to punish, then punish me."

"He'll hurt you—"

"But I don't want to hurt you," Draco said firmly. "We'll find a way to appease him, Vio. If we can make him realize the benefits of keeping us, the Dark Lord will reward us instead." Not punishment."

"How can this be done?"

"I have a way," Blaise said suddenly, "If the Dark Lord wants to infiltrate Hogwarts with his power, it is impossible for Professor Snape alone. He must find more helpers." .”

"You mean to ask us to volunteer to work for him?"

"Brace is right," Draco continued. "We can tell the Dark Lord that we are willing to watch over the students at Hogwarts for him, and weed out those who would oppose him..."

"We can help you too." Blaise said, "Pansy and I are both purebloods of Slytherin, and the Dark Lord will have no doubts about us."

"No, you can't get involved with the Death Eaters." I flatly refused.

"But we've got to do something," Pansy said passionately. "Standing by is not our style."

Blaise echoed, "Yeah, any event at Hogwarts is half the fun without me."

I laughed, and Pansy laughed too, but the smile faded from her face as she looked up at the transparent ceiling.

"Dumbledore is dead, will they still let Hogwarts open?" She asked softly, "People say Hogwarts is the safest place, but even Dumbledore..." She choked up for a moment.

"It's not going to be shut down," Brace said. "We're not going anywhere safe at home. It's the same everywhere now. But Hogwarts has always been the safest, I mean, there are so many outstanding wizards guard it."

"I'll be back anyway," said Draco, "but until then I'm going back to Malfoy Manor."

"I'll be with you, this time you shouldn't hide it from me." I squeezed his hand, and Draco shook it back equally forcefully, "I'm going to lie to the Dark Lord, I have to do that... Potter and Granger reminded me that the more Draco and I are trusted by the Dark Lord, the more likely we are to protect what we want to protect."

"For the first time, I feel like I'm doing something right." Blaise smiled. "Where are you going, Pansy?"

"I want to go home and tell my father that I'm going to do the greatest thing in the world," Pansy whispered, staring dreamily at her wand, "and then I'm going to St. I don't know why, but I have a feeling that I need to be there."

"I have one last thing to do," I said. "I'm going to talk to Potter again, don't you think?"

"Of course," Draco said, "I don't know what Potter is going to do next, but I hope he can trust us. Maybe we can help a little, I mean—now that we're on the same page, then Of course we have to do our best to let him win.”

"Wait a minute," I said to Blaise and Pansy, "you all know we're doing something dangerous—teasing the Dark Lord, the Infernal Affairs. It's all about death."

"I've never done anything so exciting in my life," Pansy said softly. "Why are we sitting here together today if we want to back off?"

"No matter what happens, we should fight together," Brees said. "If you want to be grateful, wait until this tough battle is over."

"I always thought you were the kind of person who liked to sit on the sidelines."

"Yes," Blaise replied helplessly, "but my friends are deeply involved in it, and I have no reason to stay away from it. What's more, I also have something I want to protect."

Draco looked at him in amazement, and then he remembered something. "That's right, Blaise also has something he wants to protect." He turned around and exchanged a knowing look with me, and then smiled mischievously at Blaise, who was kept in the dark.

A warm current dispelled all the chill tonight, and I gripped my wand tightly.Although there is a dark and tortuous road waiting for me ahead, although I don't know how long this war will be-maybe a month, maybe a year, maybe ten years, but thinking that I am not fighting alone, that The fear of facing the unknown disappeared in an instant.

"Potter!" I called to him after Dumbledore's funeral. "Please stay."

When I stepped forward, Potter was far less haggard than I had imagined.Surprisingly, when the Weasleys saw me, they seemed less defensive than they used to be.

"I've convinced them that you're not a bad person," Potter shook his head wearily, "and you've actually helped us a lot."

"Sorry." I looked into his green eyes, "I'm sorry I didn't—"

"It can't be all your fault, I think people like you can't help themselves too much." Potter looked over the slowly dispersing crowd and landed on Dumbledore's white grave, "Hermione and Ron told me, Your father wasn't involved in the melee that day, on the contrary, he looked more like he was stalling for time... As much as I hate Snape, he might be a good father."

I understood why Potter mentioned my dad in such a peaceful tone for the first time: all his life, he had been losing people who loved him-his dad, mom, godfather, and now even with him. Dumbledore, who was both a teacher and a friend, also left him.

"You still have Granger and Weasley, they will always be with you. Just like Pansy, Blaise and Draco will not leave me." I said sincerely, "I will see you soon The Dark Lord is gone, go and ask him to give me a Dark Mark."

"You decided to do that?" Potter quickly realized that he seemed to be having a fierce ideological struggle, "That would be dangerous."

"No matter how dangerous it is, it's better than you." I shrugged, "Can you keep it a secret for me?"

Potter nodded.I suddenly wanted to ask him if he knew why my father agreed to be an undercover agent for Dumbledore, but he changed his words: "Although you hate my father, he is not a bad person."

"Dumbledore trusted him, though he wouldn't even tell me why." Potter gave a short laugh.

"If I'm not wrong, I'm afraid you won't go back to Hogwarts, right?"

Potter didn't deny it.

"Of course, you won't tell me what you're going to do..." I smiled.

"Dumbledore asked us to find something he believed would help us defeat Voldemort," Potter said suddenly, and he pressed a locket into my hand. "That night... that's all we found."

I opened it, and inside was a note: "Who is RAB?"

Potter shook his head silently.The story doesn't matter, and the whole adventure doesn't matter, what matters is that he lost a mentor.

At this time Granger stepped forward, she greeted briefly, and then handed me a gold galleon: "If you want to contact us, use this."

"You're not coming back either?" I was momentarily surprised, but soon understood, and I handed the Galleon back to Granger, "It's not safe to do that. If I wanted to find you... would There is a way. But—” I looked at the rigged Galleon, “Is this a symbol of trust?”

An uneasy expression appeared on Granger's face: "Maybe."

"I talked to my friends, Potter, and since we have decided to side with you, we will do our best to help you defeat the Dark Lord." I looked into Potter's eyes, " But can you give us the same trust?"

"Yes." After a few seconds of silence, Potter nodded, "But, you know we will not allow the existence of traitors."

"If I meant to kill you, it was you who fell off the tower last night," I replied. "Good luck, Potter."

"You too."

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Note:

The heroine doesn't know who Regulus is, what a Horcrux is, or what happened to Severus and Lily.

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Sixth yearEND

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